Once upon a time a long time ago.....
Chris felt his head dropping forwards. He raised it quickly....minutes passed his head fell forwards again. Outside the rain lashed against the train windows as the weary commuters , stony faced, tired from a long week, were transported homewards.
Chris's head slumped forwards again. He was unable to control his eyes and they shut tight. The train buffeted by the tracks and the slumbering motion took control.
Now he had arrived at his station. He would walk the ten minutes home. No umbrella, he would be wet when he arrived. Cold, hungry and wet.
Ben would probably be playing with his toys in his room. Charlotte, his new wife and Ben's mom would be anxious to leave for his evening with her sister, a weekly date.
Ben would be in his pyjamas, Chris hoped that Charlotte had used the apple scented shampoo in his bath. Ben smelt so fresh when she used that brand.
Chris would go to his room when Charlotte had left and collect the junior cane that he had acquired when he married her. he did not think that six was too young, although he had cut the stick in half. It was easier to control than the original length and was now perfect for ocer the knee correction of his new son.
Chris would pull on his tight black cotton thong. He would put on his teeshirt and shorts before going in to see Ben.
He would talk about the ''naughty points;'' the boy had earned in the week.
Ben would not argue or struggle the way he had only three months before, the boys first Friday spanking. Ben was afraid of the stick, but more afraid of the threat of extra strokes for being naughty during his punishment.
There would be tears and promises to be good. The boy's baby smooth bottom would bear the cane strpies until Sunday lunchtime and they would be gone by bathtime.
Chris would stand Ben between his legs, back facing him and order the boy to raise his arms whilst his pyjama jacket was removed, then he would pull the pants out ,away from the boy's thin waist and uncover bens bottom slowly. Ben would fall gently into the required position.
The thin stick, no thicker than a pencil, and nicely pliable would whip through the air. Bens bootom would sting. There would be six livid red marks.
Charlotte would not ask any questions. Her new husband was in charge now.