Grandmother had gone with to spend a little time with other relatives. Grandfather drove the two grandsons, Bradley and Josh, 3 and 2 years old back to the house. He would be responsible for bathing them and seeing them to sleep that first night. As next of kin they now had custody following the accident. At least the boys were little, they did not really understand what had happened. That is what the adults told themselves.
The day had been traumatic. He wished he had said more to disuade his beloved daughter and son in law from visiting that part of the world.
As he drove along, Josh in the baby seat and Bradley on his cushion, seatbelt tight, Grandfather considered his new responsibilities. The boys looked a lot like their father. They were so angelic looking at that age. Grandfather had admired his son in law from the first time they had met. Peter had been polite and charming. He was a good looking lad. Grandfather admired his son in law's mannerisms, charm and look. He had often wondered if these had been gained by a strict upbringing. Had Grandfather and his wife been blessed with a boy, as well as his lovely daughter, he would have been a strict father. As it was he had only brought himself to spank his daughter's bottom on the odd occasion, always feeling guilty afterwards. The sight of his precious Melinda rubbing his red handprint on her little bottom had not been pleasant. He had stopped the rare spanking sessions when she was seven.
Boys on the other hand needed strong dicipline from an early age and until at least aged seventeen, in order to keep them focussed on the straight and narrow. Grandfather had admired Peter's slim but strong build from the beginning. On the vacations they shared he would admire Peter and Melinda, they were an exceptionally good looking couple, both with blond hair and blue eyes which he now saw only in his two dear grandsons. He had imagined Peter, perhaps as a younger boy of six, standing before his own father, looking grim as the shorts and small briefs were slowly taken down, the boy bending into position and a large hand, or even better perhaps some kind of implement, being brought down hard on the boy's cute behing. Grandftaher had been able to admire that tight back side ever since his daughter had first introduced her new boyfreind to her parents when he was only seventeen. The vacations gave further opportunities for admiring the fit and well-excercised buttocks in wet swimwear. Grandfather had never brought up the subject of Peter's childhood discipline, although he would have liked to very much.
His own childhood had been spent, until the age of eight, in some mild fear of his mother's slipper. After that he remembered rubbing his shorts covered bottom after sessions in his father's study and later , perhaps from age eleven, grabbing one buttock in each hand and squeezing hard as he left his father's study with the sting of the cane cutting his backside.
Some time later with the two boys bathed together Grandfather placed a diapered and sleepy Josh in his crib. He called Bradley who came directly to his Grandfather. Grandfather led Bradley, dressed in his soft red one piece sleeping suit into his own room. He stood the three year old in front of him and combed the pretty little boy's hair with a light brush. He reached for the zipper of the night suit and pulled it slowly down the side of Bradley's body. He lifted Bradley on his lap, the boy's upper body on the side of his grandfather's bed to the left of Gransfathers thigh and his legs dangling down toward the floor. Grandfather slowly pulled the night suit across Bradley's back and revealed his soft little bottom. Grandfather srated to stroke Bradley's bottom. The boy lay quielty, enjoying his grandfather's light bottom rubbing. Although Grandfather did not know it, this was something that Bradley was very used to. It was too much for Grandfather to resist. The young boy's bottom cheeks were warm soft and smooth.
The man raised his right hand high in the air.
The spanking began, Bradley creid out.