This follows on from 'new life 4' and 'a life changing event'
Daddy took me by the arm and we walked back onto the hallway of the house. Uncle George followed behind. As we approached the front door Unclce George said
''twelve smacks tonight John'' to my dad. I looked up at dad who relpied 'yes, I agree'. I said nothing as we walked away from the house next door towards our front door.
Daddy looked at me and told me that when we got inside I was to go to my room and preoare for my bath and that he would come and supervise me.
I called hello to my mom who was in the kitchen preparing a meal from the pleasant smells which came from the room. Although I had always bathed myself before I had my new Dad I decided not to argue with him, remembering what Uncle George had said earlier and I sensed that I would be spanked at some time before the day was out. I did not want to make dad mad at me.
Daddy had told me that if I sulked I would be introuble. He had told me he wanted me to be a happy smiling boy so I headed upstairs with no fuss.
I undressed and sat on my bed. Daddy came in some time later. I thought he had forgotten me and was not coming at all but he did come in and shut the door behind him. He sat on my bed and took me by the arm, gently pulling me until I fell across his left leg with my tummy on the bed and my legs hanging down in between him.
I was not uncomforatble but I had a strange feeling especially when Daddy pushed his right knee against the back of my knees, forcing me to bend my legs. I was then lifted a little so that more of my body was on the bed. I felt his hand on my bottom and then he started to smack me, not so hard at first but then harder so that my bottom began to feel hot and the pain of the slaps was worse. I satrested to make a noise with a series of 'owws and ouches' as the hand hit me.
''Be quite or I will smack you for longer'' I heard Daddy say and instead of making any noise I tried to shift my bottom so that it was out of the way of Daddy's hand. As I flinched and moved with each painful slap Daddy spoke up again.
''Stop your wriggling or I will have to slap you harder Chris''
I tried to stop fidgetting and it was not easy as my young bottom was now starting to hurt.
After a while I felt his hand rubbing my bottom. I remained silent.
After a while I was told to stand up in front of Daddy and he lectured me about obeying him and Uncle George at all times. I was upset and miserable.
I said nothing but when Daddy asked me if I understood him, I replied politely that I did.
I was taken to the bath, it had already been run and was not warm but I did not complain. Daddy stood me up and washed my hair. When I was told to sit down again I noticed my red bootom in the bathroom mirror. Daddy noticed me looking but this time he remained silent.
''Go to your room and get into your pyjamas Chris'' I was told and I ran off, making sure that the towel remained covering my red bootom.
The rest of the eveing passed by and I was sent off to bed at 8.30 which I thought was far to young for an eleven year old. My mom had let me stay up until 10.00 in our country.
Dad came in to my room and told me that we would be going for a run the next morning quite early but that I could spend half an hour revising my words for uncle george's spelling test which would take place the next afternoon in the schoolroom next door.
This place , where I was to have many whackings over the coming years was always called the 'schoolroom' by Daddy and Uncle George.
The next morning I went for my first run with Daddy and Uncle George. They had driven me to a quiet area out of town. The road was narrow with a small path on one side and fences with fields and cows on the other. It was a warm summers morning. That was the first of many runs I was made to do. There were no other peole about at that time of the morning and I had to run along at the side of the car as Daddy drove slowly and Uncle George shouted at me to run fater and stop being such lazy boy.
My legs hurt badly when I was allowed to stop and we had not taken any drink with us so I sat in the back of the car panting until we arrived back home. My vest and white shorts were too small and were uncomfortable. I didn't say anything and decided that I would ask Mom if Daddy would buy me some better fitting shorts later.
I was driven back to Uncle George's house and taken to his bathroom where daddy gave me a bath and another hairwash. I was then taken to a spare bedroom and I dressed in the school uniform that was set out for me. It was then time for me to go to the schoolroom for my spelling test. Daddy waited in the other room. I sat at my small desk watching as Uncle George went to the place where the canes were kept, he took one out and put it on the other, larger desk. He sat reading a piece of paper and I sat watching him in silence.
At the end of the test I was told that I had got ten words, out of the fifty, wrong. I was then bent over the side of the desk and received ten hard whacks with the cane. I remember howling and standing up several times. I don't know how many whacks I got that late morning but I was crying very loudly and my bottom had never felt in such pain. Daddy told me to be quiet when I came out of the room crying loudly and rubbing my burning bottom through my dark gray trousers. I was made to stand facing the corner of the room while Daddy and Uncle George had a drink. I dare not ask for one.
Uncle George called over to me when my drying had abated and said ''make sure you learn tonight's homework properly Chris''
I heard my Daddy say ''oh, I am sure he will George'' and they both laughed. I felt dejected but what could I do.
I was allowed to change back into my play shorts and stand for a drink. As Daddy and I left George's house, Uncle George called out to Daddy ''ten smacks at bedtime please'', I dropped my head as we walked towards our house.