As it turned out we did not meet the next day or the next, so we didnt see each other till Monday at school and did not have time to talk on our own until play time. We huddled in a corner of the playground and talked about Friday afternoon. Peter said that he had not enjoyed being smacked by the teacher but had enjoyed being smacked by me, we agreed to meet after school in the shed. The rest of the day seemed to go on forever and ever.
Finally, the bell went and we all filed out of class. I made my way to the shed and Peter was waiting with the door already unlocked, we went in and after closing the door he said that the marks from the smacking had disappeared by Sunday morning. I asked him how he knew, and he said that he had gone into his mother and fathers room pulled down his shorts and pants and looked in the big mirror. Did your mother or father say you could go into their room I asked.
No Peter replied.
You do know that you are not allowed in there without their permission, dont you I asked.
Yes. Well in that case I will have to punish you for being naughty, wont I Yes, Peter said, with a smile.
I pulled the low chair into a clear space and called Peter over and told him to stand on my right. You have been a very naughty boy, and I am going to smack your bottom until it is very sore to remind you to behave in the future, I undid the belt holding his shorts up and then pulled down the zip and then lowered the shorts to his ankles.
Please dont smack me too hard I took no notice and slipped my fingers into the elastic waistband of his pants and slowly pulled them down to join his shorts.
Over my lap, you naughty boy I told him, and with a little help he was soon in position over my lap, his feet and fingers on either side touching the floor. I slid back his shirttail revealing his pink and unmarked cheeks and rested my right hand right in the middle and I could feel the tension in his body.
Now I am going to smack you, and if you misbehave again it will be the cane for you.
No , not the cane – please not the cane Peter cried, again I took no notice and smacked each cheek, hard SMACK - SMACK. OWW another hard two smacks followed, SMACK - SMACK. OWWW Im sorry – I wont do it again I still took no notice, SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK, 3 on each cheek on the same spot, right in the middle of the cheek.
Peter was bouncing up and down on my lap with each smack, I had to hold on to his waist with my left hand to stop him wriggling off. I am sorry, I will not go into your room without asking again, I promise I still took no notice, SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK again three on each side on the same spot, but this time on the outside the cheek, then SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK this time on the lower part of his bum where the thighs join the bum. Now Peter was crying and I was very excited all sorts of thoughts were flying through my mind.
Why was Peter letting me smack him?
Why was I enjoying it so much?
How many more smacks could I give him?
When could we do it again?
Could I use that bit of an old belt that we had found in the shed some weeks before?
Im very sorry, Please dont smack me any more, I promise I will be good Peter sobbed and this brought me back from my daydream. I let go of his waist and helped him off my lap, and he stood in front of me looking at me. He was crying but had a glint in his eye as if he didnt mean it.
You really are a very naughty boy I said You have been in trouble so often recently that I am thinking that smacking your bottom is not enough. So to finish this punishment I am going to give you 6 with the belt and
No please, not the belt please Peter begged.
I want you to bend over the back of this chair, and if you are not in position by the time I get back with the belt I shall give you more that 6 I said, and walked over to retrieve the belt from the other side of the shed.
I picked up the belt and then turning to face Peter I ran it through my fingers, then slapped it into my left hand. His face was a picture, he was bending over the back of the chair looking up at me, his expression was one of resignation to the pain that was to come but there was also excitement. It was all very strange and very exciting.
I moved over and stood behind him, his bum was very red and he was clenching and unclenching his cheeks in anticipation of the strap increasing the pain already inflicted by the smacking. I raised the strap and struck his right cheek THWACK and then the left THWACK, OWW OWW Peter cried, he was wiggling like mad but not standing up or moving away. There was now a deep red band the width of the strap on each cheek. Again I raised the strap and struck the left cheek THWACKK a little harder this time. Peter was not ready for this stroke on his left side as he had expected it on the right. OWWW then I struck the right cheek THWACKK OWWW OWWWW. The band had now increased in width but not double so the middle of the band was slightly darker.
Peter was now crying again and wiggling to try and lessen the pain in his bum. You have two more to come and these will be hard ones I said.
I sorry I will be good please dont whack me any more I took no notice and brought the strap down on the right cheek really hard, THWACKKK, this time he did move jumping up and clutching his bum OOWWW Please no more, please
You have one more to come get back over the chair Peter looked at me and then bent over the chair. If you jump up again I will give an extra and with that I whacked his left cheek with the strap THWACKKK OOWWWW
OOWWWW Peter cried but did not move. I had managed, by chance, to land the last two in the center of each cheek either side of the cleft, so the whole of his bum was red with the top half dark red from the strap. I felt each cheek and Peter grunted and sighed as I felt every inch of each cheek.
That was fantastic, my bum is on fire but it feels great We hugged and I rubbed his bum, we were both in heaven .
PETER where are you, your dinner is getting cold Peters mum was calling, we quickly broke apart and Peter got dressed and we went to find his mum telling her that we had forgotten about the time. She was pleased to see us and asked if I would like a drink, which I accepted . When Peter sat down at the table he winced and his mother asked what was wrong.
I was panicking but he said Oh I banged myself on a table when we were playing in the shed, its nothing and she seemed happy with the explanation. We had many more sessions in the shed and one in the school in the holidays, then my family moved and I had to say goodbye to Peter.