This is the final part of the holiday stories. It is complete imagination.
Simon was fidgetting on Greg's lap in the front of the car. The car bumped along the unmade road that led to the holiday home and Greg felt that David was doing nothing to avoid the humps in the road. The combination of the unmade track and the small car's poor suspension was having the expected results.
After a while Greg told Simon to move onto the front of the seat and sat the eigth year old in between his legs. This was more comfortable for Greg and less so for Simon, perched on the edge of the seat. Greg felt much better without Simon's wet swimming briefs and his little bottom bouncing all over his lap.
When the car had stoppped outside the gate David ordered Jake to get out and open it. Jake left the car tugging up his wet briefs and struggled to open the gate. He foollowed the car inot the drive and shut the gate behing him.
Inside the house Simon was taken to the shower, Jake was taken to the living room by Greg and Jake was told to stay outside, take a shower by the pool and then wait on a rest...''oh.. and take those briefs off and get dry'' David had called as he pulled sSimon by the arm inot the house.
David watched the young boy shower. he had to soap Simon's hair several times, telling the child that it was necessary to get the sea salt out. In fact david enjoyed watching Simon in the shower. Eventually the water started to run cold.
Simon left the shower and, as he and David left the bathroom, Greg led an unhappy looking eleven year old Jason into it. Jason was made to take a long cold shopwer as Greg inspected him washing.
Outside Jake was getting hot lying on his towel and turned over so that his back would dry.
Simon was dried and put onto his bed.
''Are you going to cane Jake and Jason for swimming out too far'' he asked innocently.
''What do you mean Simon?'' David enquired.
''Well Daddy said that if we were naughty when he was away he would give Jake and Jason a caning when he gets home, and I will get the paddle....but'' the boy started to look worried '' I have been a good boy haven't I....?'' he asked.
Davis thought that Simon would start to cry if he told him he had been bad so..
''Yes Simon, you have been a good boy now take your nap and do not leave this room until I tell you that you may''
David set off to the boy's father's room. He looked around. No sign of a cane.
he lay on the bed and plumped up some pillows to make himself comfortable. No need to hurry. he jumped up and looked out at the pool.
There was Jason, lying by the pool. David returned to the bed and played through the coming moments in his mind. From the living room he could now hear his freind lecturing the middle son about the dangers of swimming out of his depth.
The sounds of a struggle..not much of one..threats to tell the boy's father, the sound of a boy's bottom being slapped, the faint sound of gentle tears.
then silence.
a door closing.
Greg arose and called through the window for the thriteen year old to come into his father's bedroom.
The look of concern, not fear, but worry, on his face.
David beckoned for the slim tanned youth to come to him.
Jason walked slowly and was eased across David's lap. After the sunning he had just taken Jason's skin was warm on David's lap. David pulled his own beach shorts tighter up his waist and adjusted himself and the boy until he was comfortable.
''no noise at all Jason'' the older boy instructed, ''do you understand''
''yes'' was all that Jason said as he lay there, quite uncomfortable with his arms hanging down one side of the older boy and his legs staigth out behind so that his feet touched the cold tiled flor.
''Keep you feet on the floor and your legs straight'' David instructed.
He put his right hand on the boy's right cheek and started to lightly stroke the surface.
Jason hated this. He knew he had been bad to disobey and swim out of his depth but all his freinds did it and they never got into as much trouble as he did. he felt angry with his dad for getting him in this trouble and then he remembered that he would be in even more trouble if his _d_a_m_n_ed coach told his dad about what had happened. Then he would be whacked with the cane.. no chance of getting off.
Jason spoke up softly. His head was uncomfortable hanging down and why was his tenis coach just rubbing his bottom.
''you will not tell my dad about Jake and me swimming out too far.. please.. will you''
David smiled as he continued to rub the silky smooth bottom''why shouldn't I'' he asked gleefully, well knowing the reason.
''cause I will be in more trouble...pleeeeese, pleeees dont tell him''
Jason pleaded and sounded rather pathetic, David had already decided his answer.
''well Jason..that depends on how well behaved you are now...it's up to you.''
''Where is the cane? David asked adding ''go and bring it to me''
The thriteen year old was now frightened. He jumped up and ran to his father's closet and took out the spanking implement that he feared the most.
''Give it to me quickly and back over my lap'' Davoid instructed.
He enjoyed seeing the boy's eyes start to water.
With the boy back over his knee and David comfortable he rested the cane on Jason's skin, at the peak of the twin buttocks and began to move the stick across the surface.
He lifted the cane. jason clenched and David waited. A minute lkater he delivered a stinging stroke across the boys bottom. Jason clenched again anbd david waited for the line to appear.
''Ouch...please that's too hard'' Jason howled
''I thought I told you to be silent whilst I punsihed you'' David laughed as he saw the red line appear across the very centre of the two pert buttocks.
''I... I I'm sorry David'' Jason sputtered out.
''Well if there is any more fuss I will certainley report your bad behaviour to you dad'' David threatened.
he raised the cane again and Jason tightened his bottom hard. Daid whipped the cane down on the boy's bootm, aiming for the same line that decorated the otherwise pale surface.
This time he whacked as hard but Jason remained silent.
David could almost sense the pian of that stroke by the way Jason had gritted his teeth togehter.
David admired the second red line on the boys bottom, and noted that the first was already starting to look less intense.
Jason endured a very slow and long whacking. He was perspiring and his hair was wet and matted by the end of the ordeal. David was delighted by the livid red lines he had inflicted on the child.
After he was finished and he thought the boy could take no more, David lifted Jason off his lap and led the now sobbing boy into the bathroom. The sting of the shower on his bottom did nothing to releive the pain he felt and David made him stay under the pricking shower hose for many minutes, continuing to enjoy the sight of the younger boys redded bottom.
When Jason was dried, David took him into the boys father's room.
''you can rest here, rather than with your brothers'' David told Jason.
''you won't tell my dad.. will you...please'' Jason asked.
''we will see, rest now'' was the only reply Jason received.
David left the room and joined Greg. They worked out what they would be saying to the boy's father when he returned and how they would explain the marks on the boys bottoms.