Slap
'oweee'
''unclench''
Slap
'oweeeee'
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No matter how often I had been in this position over the years the pain of that slipper never diminished. Now I was older at least I was allowed to pull my own underwear down as I got into the required position.
The pain built up until at last the last stroke was concluded and my butt felt like a fire had been lit on it.
That slipper had been used as far back as I can remember and it always hurt like hell. dad and I had been on our own for a long time, since I was little, although dad had regular affairs he never found a woman to replace my mom.
Over the years I received my fair share of warnings about being polite to his various gilrfriends but most of them did not seem interested in taking on a son even though they all thought I was 'cute'. As I got older I became used to comments about how 'cute' I was even, though I never thought to return the compliment. Guess I just thought having a woman about would lead to more issues in my and dad's life.
Our housekeeper worked days only, apart from when dad needed her to sit for me. Being on my own with dad I guess that I got to know his moods pretty quickly and could tell when I had upset him and a spanking was called for. The routine was always the same. Over his knee I would go, shorts and underwear down and that old plastic soled slipper would start to bite my butt. Though this did not happen frequently it did hurt every time. As I grew older spankings became a more regular occurence and I just accepted them as part of my life. Back then kids did not challenge their parents.
The memory I have of that last slippering was just that. It was the last one. I was fifteen.
Later that year my dad married Sarah, the latest of his girlfreinds and dad told me that she and her son would be coming to stya with us. A vacation was planned to a resort. Although I had met Sarah on several occasions (during one of which dad had embarrased me by telling her that I was still spanked) I had not met William, her son and my to be half brother.
A few days later I saw William for the first time. He was a cute little seven year old, blond like his mom. He had mid length hair, quite common in the 70's, and was slender in his build, like me. Sarah commented that we could be brothers when she was looking at a photo of me at the same age. I looked at William as he played with me in the yard and thought he was a great kid. Looking at his butt in the tight pants he was wearing I remember wondering if dad would be spanking it as often as he had me.
That first night at the hotel dad told me to make sure William was bathed and ready for the evening meal. William and I shared a room. dad had left his slipper in the room, joking that he would be using it if we were not ready on time. I knew dad was not kidding and it was then that I realised what lay ahead for William. I was counting on dad's assurances about my last soanking being just that.
William seemed concerned about that. He could not remember his own dad and, when I brought up the matter of the slipper, telling him that I had been spanked with it many times ( I exagerated the truth to see Williams reaction) William told me that he had only ever been spanked by his mom's hand and once by an uncle, again with the hand. I told William that when dad spanked it really hurt and that it would be on his bare butt. I could see he was a little scared. Being in the clear I amused myself at Williams expense.
This part of the story actually happened.
Anyhow William earned his own spanking that evening when he argued with his mom at the table. He raised his voice about not wanting to eat the vegetables. Other gusets looked around at the sound of this little kid arguing with his parents and I saw dad get embarrased. The next thing he told William to go with him. At first William continued to argue but at last dad led the way out of the restaurant. I glanced at the other guests who looked approvingly at the sight of this naughty boy leaving the room. When the two of them returned to the table Williams eyes were red, from crying I knew.
Later in our bedroom as William undressed I saw the red maks of the slipper on his small butt. Dad had gone to it! As I sat with William we talked about what had happened. I took in all the details with interest.
Next day I was able to leave William with dad and mom, as I now called Sarah (anything for a quiet life) and I hung out with a group of guys my age. One of them was staying at the hotel and had witnessed the events of last night. He also seemed interested in hearing how William's cute little butt had been spanked hard.
Later that morning William had apparently jumped into the pool in spite of warnings from dad and we watched as he was marched into the hotel and up to his room where he got another spanking. When he came back down with dad I noticed he was in white shorts and was not allowed back in the pool again that day but sat reading a book next to his mom.
dad was clearly going to bring William up the way he had me, and without any interference from Williams mom.
Later that year dad asked me to sit William and warned him to do as I told him or get the slipper the next morning. William climbed across my knee willingly later that evening for a hand spanking from me. He decided that was preferable to the slipper from dad.
I knew what he meant.