Two and a half years passed by.
Ray's nephew failed his college exams and left Ben and Ray's life .
Ben is twelve years and six months old. Ray his proud of the way the boy has shaped up. Ben is in the soccer and swim teams. His waist is still slim but his shoulders, arms and legs are developing firmly. He is a good looking boy and popular at school but only has one friend that he can trust enough to have at home to play.
Ray is most plaesed with the way in which Ben's buttocks are shaping up. All that excercise is certainly helping there!
Ben's bottom is more fleshy and there is another added attraction for Ray.
As Ben walked up the hill towards home he clutched his schoolbag firmly under his right arm. Ben hated how Friday's, the last day of the schoolweek, came around so fast.
He looked up at the sky and saw the trail of the commercial jet aircraft in the distance. He wanted to become a pilot one day and fly as far away frtom his life as he could.
Ray would be drunk again. That is unless he had a date with Mandy, his latest excuse for a girlfriend. Mandy had been around for about three months. She had a son, Ray had told Ben, although Ben had never met him. Ben felt sorry for the boy. He must be a bit of a loser with a mom like that, Ben had decided the first time he had met her. Ben did not like the women that Ray had brought to the house.
Ray was always telling him off when they came around. Ray liked giving Ben orders and ''reminders'' all the time. The women must have thought him really responsible and a good dad and Ben hated it.
Ben entered the house. He went ot his room and undressed. Ben left his socks and white school shirt on then slipped into his tennis shorts. He did not play tennis, Ray said that he could not afford it. The tennis shorts were Ray's latest punishment cothes of choise for Ben. Like all the boys shorts they streched across his bottom and Ben was certain, as he turned to look in the mirror, that he could see the skin of his bottom thru the material. He did not know why Ray made his wear such stupid shorts anyway. Ray would still have Ben lying across his knee later that evening with his bottom bare and bouncing under the man's slapping hand.
Ben took his merit card in his hand and went to back to the kitchen
''I'm back Dad' he called out.
There was silence. Yes Ray was probably asleep.
''Dad...I am home'' Ben called out again, this time more loudly.
Ben heard some sounds coming from the living room. As Ray enetered the kitchen Ben saw that he had not shaved again. Ben lent over the table without saying anything. His feet apart and his bottom on the edge of the table...waiting. Ben stretched his arms out holding either side of the table. Ben thought back to the first time he had been made to get into position for the cane, he coud not reach the sides of the table then and Ray had told him to try harder. Ben had also stood on a small stool ack then, as his feet could not reach the floor.
Ray walked slowly around the back of his son. He admired the shape of the boy's bottom. Even after nearly three years of this routine Ray still enjoyed punishing Ben as much as he had the first time.
Ray went to the cupboard and took the thin rattan cane from its hook.
He walked back to Ben and slowly pulled the shirt tails from their tucked in position. He pulled the shirt up Ban's smooth skinned back toards the boy's shoulders. The shirt remained in place.
Ray stood behingd Ben and held the sides of the boy;'s bottom on either side. he held it still for a few seconds and then moved the bootm a little to the right. Perfect..... he though, enjoying the sight of Ben's bottom flesh thru the tight thin material.
ray loved the way the strike of the cane made a whacky sound as it met the fabric, not like the ratehr dull sound as it hit naked skin.
Ray laid the stick across the middle of bens buttocks, a fraction under the peak of each buttock.
Ben tensed his buttocks. This was the part Ray liked most. The boys bottom tensed and untensed. It was quite a sight.
Ray looked forward to the times when he dicided that he would spank Ben, rather than cane the boy. Now the boy was older and his bottom more meaty he could get quite a bounce going when he was in a regular tempo.
Ray lifted the stick. He waited....and waited.
Ben relaxed, not sure when the first stinging stroke would land.
Ray swished the cane down and it met its target.
Ben screached out
'owweeiii!!!!....arrrgh!!!!....please dad it hurts''.
Ray was still surprised ,after all these years, how much such a stick, whippy for sure, but no thicker than a pencil, could hurt so much. No wonder the cane was the choice for schoolmasters. This stick could cause so much pain, even when Ray was not putting any energy into it.
Ray slashed the cane down again
Ben was in complete agong. His bottom was on fire. The twelve year old gripped the edge of the table until his hands hurt.
It was only three months later when Ben got a new brother. Mandy and her son moved in. Now Ben had the added responsibility of ensuring that Jack, who was a rather irritating seven year old, did his chores. Ben had to share a bedroom with Jack, it was the price he had to pay to move back into his old room. At least he was not in the smallest bedroom of the house anymore.
Ben still found Ray's early morning inspections of Jack really embarrasing. When Ray came down for breakfast he expected it to be neatly laid out on the table. Mandy always had hers on a tray which Ben had to take up to her.
Ray would call to Jack to stand to one side of Ben, facing away from him. Ben then had to reach into the back waistband of his young 'brother's' shorts and pull it out so that he could see the younger boy's bottom skin.
''He's OK dad'' Ben would say, red faced, to Ray, who smiled back. Ben was responsible for checking that Jack had remembered the 'no underpants' rule at weekends.
If he forgot both the boys would be for it!....