David drove towards the Jack's house.
He had only known Jack for two weeks and had so far spanked Jack's youngest son twice. He had only spanked the older boy brielfy at the club where he was thoroughly enjoying caoching boys and girls from seven to fiftenn years. David drove the boys hard and would have loved to have spanked more of his students but he had only received signals from Jack, alone among the parents of the kids he coached, that he was permitted to do so.
This was going to be a great day.
Jack was going to see his publisher who was on vacation at the resort, but it was an adults only gathering so Jack had requsested if David would watch the three boys for the day. David had agreed on condition that his friend Greg could help mind the boys. David had explained that he was happy to take responsibility but may need soem assistance in keeping order. He liked the way Jack had smiled back. David concluded that Jack must have found the idea of a younger man spanking his sons appealing. Well, the same thing must have applied in the past at boy's boarding schools where fathers well knew that their sons might be punished by teachers etc.
David and Greg had sometimes amused themselves spanking one another, although in all other respects they were red blooded males with girlfreinds. David planned to wait until he knew his current girlfreind better before suggesting she spank him. The thought of it aroused him and he turned his thought to the day ahead. That made the matter worse and he reached for the towel in the glove compartment.
Jack's taxi was late. He was mad and, having issued a series of threats warning agianst bad behaviour to each of the three boys, he departed.
david told Jason, Jake and Simon to get into the car and they all returned to the club to collect Greg. Greg had heard all about the three young boys and was not disappointed. Simon was the blondest of the three, Jason a yellow blond and Jake a light brown.
Greg enjoyed the way Simon fidgetted about on his lap in the small car for the journey home and requested directions to the bathroom as soon as they all returned to the house.
David instructed the three boys to change into their swimming things and a few minutes later Jason, jake and Simon were splashing about in the pool.
Greg emerged from the house ''well... which one do you want Greg? David enquired.
''The little one , definitely'' Gerg replied.
''Off limits today I am afraid'' David responded, adding ''I know what you mean but his dad told me that the bruises from the last session with the spoon lasted for two days. I think we should let me off.
''OK then , the middle one, what his name?... Jake isn't it. Yes he will be great'' .
David answered ''well I am glad you said that. I've been waiting two weeks for a chance to get the oldest. He is thirteen and I can't wait...in fact...I will see you in a moment.''
With that David disappeared into the house.
To cut a long story short...
Their plan had worked to perfection.
At the beach (it was a treat for the boys) both Jason and Jake had disobeyed David's instructions about swimming out of their depth.
Now the three boys sat in the car in silence as David drove them all home. It was nearly three pm and time for the boy's siesta. Greg was in the front passenger saet with Smon on his lap and Jason and Jake sat with their swimming briefs around their ankles. David had told them that he would punish them when they got back home and, in order to avoid a very hard spanking , they had cooperated with David when he told them to pull thier briefs down and that he did not want to back seat of the car damp thorugh their wet briefs.
Greg and David were in their element. Two slim boys in the back of the car, one ten years old and the other thirteen, silently waiting for the inevitable arrival home. Both boys were scarred and worried about the forthcoming punsihment. Jason already suspected that he was in for an extra hard spanking.
David's thoughts turned to his own childhood. He was the same age as the boy in the back seat when he had begun his tennis lessons at the local club. His coach was a miserable old man who took delight in reporting to David's dad that if he tried harder he could do really well. ''He seems so lazy'' David remembered the old man telling his dad when eventually his dad showed up to collect him..That old coach had always made the group of boys that David trained with every Saturday and Sunday morning shower after the lessons. David usually still had some red welts left on a Sunday from the Saturday afternoon beltings he got.
David remembered how his dad would follow him up to his bedroom after the tennis, make him lie over the edge of his bed, wearing only his jock strap, his botton lifted up by two pillows and the fire that his day inflicted on David's young bottom with the strap that was kept hanging on the back of his bedroom door specially for use after tennis training.
David hated the way his dad would keep lecturing him. At the nd of each sentance David had been expected to say ''yes dad'' or ''no dad' as applicable.
David never got whipped after a Sunday training, he figured that his dad was afarid to send him to school on a Mondayw with the marks from the strap still visible.
They pulled into the driveway of the house.
TBC