My son and I had been on our own for years. We had a routine and I was very happy with life. My son was popular and doing well in school. Now he saw his freinds more often than me.
When Sarah and I were married I was very happy. My son seemed to approve of Sarah. She was always laughing, a naturally happy person and very good looking. She was younger than me and I knew that Ben would enjoy having such a person in our lives.
William, on the other hand, was a rather spoilt boy. The good news was that Sarah realsied this and she did not seem to have any problem when the subject of discipline had come up. I would be responsible for the boys punishments, when absolutely necessary. Sarah thought Ben a very well behavedboy and I suspected that she would be delighted if William would grow inot the polite and helpful child. I guess she imagined that ben would be a good influence on her son.
I took my new parental responsibilities toward William very seriously. He was a cute looking blond haired child, he looked more like his mother than the photo of his father I had seen once at Sarah's house. her husband had been in the army and had been killed on training excersise. William was a popular and rather confident boy. I guess his good looks and cheecky grin had saved him from trouble on many occasions in the past.
I do not like boys to be over confident or to talk back to adults. Ben had learned this from the age of theree. Of course back than each spanking was an ordeal of crying, wriggling and kicking. I used as much energy keeping the boys bottom where I wanted it as I did spanking it. After a while though ben had complied with my requirements and would lay over my lap obediently and without fuss.
I was now somewhat older, with less energy myself but something told me it would be a challenge to get young William to become as obedient when it came to across the knee spankings.
We were all at the hotel for our first holiday as a new family.
Ben did not like wearing the tight pants I had set out for him, he preferred baggy jeans, but it was a smart resort and coolar and tie were required in the dining room. At 15 I knew Ben would rather be eating burgers but there were several other kids his age in the place and they all appeared to be suffering the same 'dress smart' fate as Ben.
William did not argue so much about his outfit for the evening. He looked adorable, as most 8 year olds do, in his white shirt, blue tie and blue shorts. The shorts were 'figure hugging' and , as I held his hand on the way to the dining room, I frlt proud that I was now the boys new father. William was not quite so sure. I had whispered in his ear that the hotel was an expensive place and I did not expect him to be difficult in the restaurant.
It was only about 45 minutes when William and I left the restaurant. He had been arguing with Sarah and other guests had been looking round to see what was going on. I was embarrased by this and I could tell from the look on Bens face that he was surprised I was tolerating this behavior from William.
I spanked William in the elevator.
I spanked William as I held his hand and led him along the hallway. A middle aged couple were walking towrads us and Ben started to cry. I think he wanted sympathy. I reached back down and whacked his bottom with my hand saying 'be quiet you naughty boy'. As the couple approcahed us the man smiled at me, clearly approving of the fact that a youngster was being punished.
I opened the hotel door as William pulled on my hand. I led him inside and pulled him over to his bed, collecting my slipper from the side table. I was sure that Ben had informed William of the use I put the slipper to but the obsinate child had clearly decided to ignore Ben's adice.
I lectured William and told him to stop his antics. He was still looking at me defiantly as I struggled to undo his shorts. He pulled away so that it became a struggle. I was determined to win and a combination of my greater strength and twisting the boy about eventually resulted in William standing in his tie, shirt and tight white briefs. With a pull he was over my left leg with my right lag clamping the back of his thighs in place.
The eight year old's bottom was small, rounded and as smooth as a baby.
I admired the sight.
I picked up the slipper. The first spanking would be long and hard.
The boys bottom started to turn red quickly. I remembered then how Ben's bottom had reddened faster when he was younger.
William argued from his position of helplessness. His bottom was small so that the slipper was able to sting the lower half of both his buttocks with a single slap. I spanked until I knew that the youngsters bottom was on fire. The lower half of his bottom was red on both sides.
The slipper was very effective, each loud crack as the plastic burnt the young bottom and was followed by a loud 'ouch' sound and then a constant sobbing.
I knew that William had received enough for this evening but I began to tap the slipper softly against the flesh. After a while I put the slipper to one side and began the slow 'rubbing better' procedure that I had always used on Ben when he was William's age.
I felt the soft punished skin, it was quite red and warm to touch. I flexed my hand soflty over each small hot mound. As I stood the boy on his feet his face was red with crying and tears fell from his eyes. I undressed him and laid him on the bed befire pulling one single soft white cotton sheet over his body. He closed his eyes and I watched as he drew his kness up to his chest.
How similar boys are when they have been spanked soundly. I remembered Ben doing the same thing at this age.
I sat next to William and patted his hair as he continued to sobb.