Mrs. Haigs voice floated up the stairs.
"Get up David! breakfast is on the table!"
"Coming Mum!"
David couldn't help grinning to himself as his hand rapidly manipulated his erection and at that moment his ejaculation erupted into the bottom sheet. With a deep groan of satisfaction the boy squeezed the last drops out then rolled onto his back.
"D A V I D!"
"ALL RIGHT! I'm up!"
David jumped out of bed and stuffed himself back inside his pyjamas then he hastilly pulled back the bedclothes and straightened the eiderdown, he didn't want his Mum making the bed and seeing the wet patch! For a moment his face clouded as he remembered the incredibly hard smacked bottom he had endured from George his Mothers 'boyfriend' earlier that week, the boy flushed at the indignity of it, to say nothing of the pain he had endured. Strangely, his Mum had not mentioned it or George since that morning, David hoped she had sent him packing! In the dining room David plonked himself down and attacked the breakfast his Mother had cooked for him.
"David, I wish you would get up earlier at weekends and have a wash before you come down..........I don't know what George will say!"
David spluttered as he drank his tea.
"What do you mean?.......what's it got to do with George anyway?"
Mrs. Haig blushed slightly.
"George is moving in today, as our lodger.......he did tell you"
David banged his cup down onto the saucer.
"NO MUM! I thought you had finished with him after he.......you know!"
"Oh David, don't be so silly, listen, George makes me very happy, he explained to me about that......incident.......after all, if your Father was here he would discipline you wouldn't he? George is only doing what he thinks is best for you, and me.......now don't spoil it PLEASE!"
The boy dashed from the table. He could hardly believe that this was happening the thought of that odius man actually living at their house was too bad. Also, David hadn't forgotten Georges ominous threat of bringing a gymshoe and cane! By eleven o'clock David was washed and dressed, it was a beautiful day so he wore a striped cotton teeshirt, khaki shorts and his gym shoes. Running down the stairs he tried to block out the whole thought of 'George'. He found his Mum in the kitchen and to his surprise she was dressed up very smartly, she was wearing her best 'Sunday hat' and gloves.
"Oh David, I'm just going to the Vicarage, Mrs. Kendall invited me and the ladies who helped at the Scouts jumble sale to lunch as a thankyou, I just hope it doesn't go on all afternoon........you won't go out will you, George will be here at about midday"
David fumed, not only was the bloody man going to arrive, but his Mum was going out and he would have to greet him.
Picking up her handbag Mrs. Haig bobbed forward.
"Kiss?"
David sulkily pecked her powdered cheek.
"Bye, I'll try not to be too long!"
As the front door slammed the boy kicked at the leg of the kitchen table. As rebelious as he felt, there was also a distinct worry that George would make a point of looking at his bed, and after this mornings activity he knew what he could expect. He contemplated changing the bedclothes, but realised his Mum would be very suspiscious so decided to leave it to luck, hopefully George would be too busy to bother about such things. It was three quarters of an hour later that the front door bell rang. David took his time answering but finally strolled along the passage and opened the door.
George was standing in the porch a grim expression on his face. Unlike the other morning he was neatly dressed, though casual, and his hair was smoothed back and he was clean shaven. He was holding a brief case and a small suitcase.
"You took your time boy!"
David didn't answer but just turned away and started to head towards the sitting room.
"Come back here......go and see if you can help the men"
Sulkily David retraced his steps and made his way out to the road. A small carrier van was parked and two brown aproned men were opening the doors at the back, one was a man of late middle age, the other a big youth of about twenty.
"Is there anything I can take"
The older man raised his eyebrows and glanced at his companion. The sulky tone of the boys voice made it quite clear that he was offering assistance under protest.
"No thankyou young man, we'll manage better on our own"
David returned to the house where George was lighting a cigarette.
"They don't want my help.......can I go upstairs now"
George inhaled deeply, then said,
"No, make a nice cup of tea, it's a hot day and the men will appreciate one"
As he said it he gently patted the boys backside as if in a friendly gesture, but the touch caused David to wince, backing away he moved towards the kitchen. As George directed the men to take his possesions upstairs to the back bedroom David got on with making the tea. He poured two mugs and took them into the hall. When the younger man staggered in under the weight of a teachest he told him there was tea for them both.
"Where's mine?"
Georges voice came from the sitting room door.
"I haven't made it..........yet.......I didn't know where you were"
George raised his eyebrow, the flimsy excuse was too silly for words. David realised he was antagonising the man rather foolishly so he attempted a smile.
"I'll make it now George!"
George grinned to himself, 'number one' he mentally noted. He had warned the boy about calling him George. When David returned with the tea he decided to sit in the room and try to at least pretend everything was alright. The two men continued bringing in Georges boxes and small items of furniture. George meanwhile had been contemplating the boy. Seeing him in shorts had spurred on his desire to 'deal with him', the prospect of having the boy across his knees again was almost overwhelming.
"Right then young man first things first, let's have a bed inspection, I hope your lesson last week taught you to control yourself?"
David blushed furiously.
"Ahhhh......come on!"
Standing up he grabbed Davids upper arm and guided him towards the door. Up in Davids bedroom George strode to the bed and flung back the bedclothes. The stains were clearly visible and he placed the flat of his hand on the sheet.
"This is damp boy!"
David didn't respond but hung his head.
George was now in his element. An added pleasure for him was the fact that two strangers were in the next bedroom, no doubt listening to his raised voice. He left the bedroom and David heard him muttering to the workmen. George was actually ascertaining how much longer they would be, he had a plan in his head and the timing was important.
"One more chest of drawers Sir an' we'll be done"
Returning to the boys bedroom David saw at once a large black plimsol in the mans hand.
"I punished you before for abusing yourself and you obviously didn't take any notice, added to which is your unacceptable surliness and rudeness today. I told you last time that I have three boys of my own and I would not accept such behaviour from them so I'm certainly not going to accept it from you.....I'm going to punish you and punish you severely!"
He sat on the boys bed holding the slipper.
"Come here......take down those shorts and bend over my lap!"
With tears pricking at his eyes David crossed to George. With trembling fingers he undid his shorts and allowed them to drop to his ankles. Then he lowered himself across the broad thighs. George was listeneing intently. The workmen were ascending the stairs, obviously coming up for their payment. George placed the rubber sole of the gymshoe on Davids underpants clad bottom. Then, he raised it high above his shoulder and swung it down squarely across the boys buttocks. David's top teeth bit into his lower lip as the incredible sting exploded through his bottom. At that moment the two men appeared in the doorway. Both looked slightly surprised at the scene in front of them. A second hefty wallop landed on the boys bottom with a resounding 'THWACK'. George looked up and rested the sole once again on Davids backside.
"Would you mind waiting a few minutes gentlemen please..........."
Both nodded, the younger man looking very pleased to be witnessing a boy across his Fathers knees.
"........I think you'll both agree that a rude, insolent boy needs to be shown what happens as a result AND this dirty little boy has been playing with himself despite warnings not to do so!"
David, already crying, more from humiliation than the pain, twisted his head and got an upside down view of the two men at the door. At the mention of his masturbation he felt a chill go through his whole body. How could George even mention such a thing infront of strangers. George meanwhile, realising that he had his audience and that they seemed happy to watch, raised the slipper again. He really laid it on, again and again, the sole making its mark. The thin underpants offered scant protection and George landed several whacks below the leg openings so that red blotches were clearly visible on the boys lower buttocks and the tops of his thighs. Just like the previous spanking George didn't stop at the traditional 'six', over and over again he slammed the slipper down onto Davids bottom until the boy was squirming and crying loudly, begging him to stop, that he would 'be good'. Then George did stop. David felt the sole of the slipper once again resting on his now burning, throbbing bottom.
"Isn't it amazing how a boy is always sorry only WHEN he's being punished!"
Whether the remark was addressed to the men or a general observation David didn't know, but he heard the older man respond
"Ahh yes Sir, they're all the same, my boys were just like it, only sorry when my hairbrush was doing it's work.........."
The younger man was standing behind his colleague unable to take his eyes off of the sight before him, he had never felt such an urge to masturbate! However his 'pleasure' was about to increase. George placed the slipper beside him on the bed then slipped his fingers in the waistband of the boys underpants.
"Time for these to come down I think"
swiftly he tugged them down, having to pull hard as they were trapped at the front by the weight of the boys body. Suddenly they freed themselves and George slid them down the boys legs. Davids whole bottom was scarlet with deeper red blotches where the sole had made particular impact. George inspected the bottom with satisfaction. He derived particular pleasure from beating a boy over his white underpants but also liked to see the bared buttocks.
"Six of the best to finish I think!"
David yellped.
"No PLEASE SIR.......no more!"
With infinate delight George raised the slipper again and whacked it down onto the now bare bottom. The resulting 'THWACK' of rubber on bare flesh was music to his ears. This time he slippered the boy slowly allowing each stroke to register it's full impact of pain before landing another. David was howling.
"There, all done........up you get!"
David almost leapt off of Georges lap immediately clutching at his bottom. The fact that two total strangers were watching as he bounced up and down on full view didn't even register with him so engulfed was he in pure agony.
"Stop that dancing around!.........NOW... unless you want to come back down?!"
David stood still, only now registering the fact that the two men had not only witnessed his bottom being beaten but were looking directly at his genitals.
"I think half an hour in the corner to contemplate young man.......no, don't pull up your pants, in fact take them right off and stand over there by the wall with your hands on your head!"
Feeling that he was experiencing the ultimate in humiliation David complied, stepping out of his underpants he crossed to the wall and faced it, his hands on his head. Such a position caused his teeshirt to ride up so that his flaming buttocks were clearly displayed.
"If you'll just wait for a moment gentlemen I'll fetch some money from downstairs.........."
David was conscious of the two men still standing in the doorway, he could almost feel their eyes on his naked lower half. He heard the older man say
"Blimey Joe, that was a bloody hiding and a half!........stop rubbing against my leg you dirty sod!"
George reappeared and paid the men, they left with many thanks for the tip that he had included. George approached the boy and stood beside him. He leaned forward and almost whispered in the boys ear,
"Isn't it nice, our bonding like this........just remember boy, I can and will do this whenever I think it's necessary, I believe in discipline and I'm an expert at applying it......ask my sons when they come to stay.......and there's still the cane in my bedroom.......have you tasted the cane?"
David hung his head but didn't reply. A sharp smack across his buttocks aroused him.
"No.....Sir"
George grinned.
"I see, well you had better think about that hadn't you though I think the slipper will do........for now. Stay where you are until I call you down"
He left the room. David listened until the footsteps had descended the stairs before lowering his hands from his head. He wiped his tearstained face and gave his bottom a further massage, he had never imagined that he could experience such pain, and this was only the first day...................................