After one failed amarriage I had been naturally dubious about adating again but ther agency lived up to their promises. I had been adting Joannne for several months before I had the pleasure, and it was a very great plreasure, to meet her eight year old son Daniel.
Danny, as he liked to ne known, was a great little boy. OK he was in longs, but the way his pants stretched across his neat rounded butt left nothing to the imagination. His butt looked like a pair of sixteen year old girls breasts, beautifully shaped and rounded with what was clearly a nice cleft. I decided there and then that he would need a sound spanking every evening before bed.
The belt around his thin waist held them in position and his face was angelic, pale skin and the blondest of staight hair, cut with a fringe in front, a little over his eras and on his collar in the back.
Until we were married Joanne and I did not discuss disciplining Danny. It was hard for me because I wanted to raise the subject whenever we were together. I decided to keep my ideas about what a young boy's bottom needed most, to myself.
It was only three days into the honeymoon (Danny was with us, in an adjacent room) that the opportunity came for me to put my long wished for punishment into action. Joanne saw danny hanging over the sixth floor balcony of his room. he was calling for us. Something about he couldn't find his dry swimming briefs.
I had bought the boys swim wear for him. We visited the store together and he tried on several pairs until I found a make I liked. They cut away in the rear so much that they did not quite cover the patch of skin between his butt and his thighs. Ok they were too small but Danny looked cute in them.
I hurried to the room delighted with an opportunity to spank the little guy's butt and to have a good reason for doing so.
Danny pleased with me. He was only eigth and I must admit that he did a good job. Months of palanning and looking forward to this chance aws driving me on though.
I told Danny that he had been a naughty boy to lean over the balcony edge. he could have fallen and died.
he looked forlorn and knew what he had done was wrong.
''come here dDanny'' I siad seriuosly, as he came ocever to the bed. I sat on the edge and guided the youngster over my knee. I had no idea if he had ever been in this position before.
I started to pull his wet breifs down and was delighted with what I uncovered. His rounded butt was white. I placed my right hand on the smooth young butt skin and gently rubbed it, appreciating the feel, the softness and suppleness of the skin and underlying firmness of the butt.
All the time I told Danny ''you are a naughty boy and naughty boys get their butts spanked.. don't they Danny?''
Danny started to cry and I raised my right arm. I smacked my hand hard down on the butt and enjoyed the sound as my hand stung Danny'd little bottom.
''owweeiiii'' Danny cried. The white butt cheek now had a patch of red where my hand had landed.
I placed my right hand, it was stinging a little from the slap, on Danny's butt and massaged the sting.
I spanked again and was interested to not that, although the boy did not clench his cheeks, a small bounce occured when I smacked his butt.
I made sure to spank either on the top of Danny's butt or just underneat where his flesh was softer. As I spanked between to the center of his butt and his thigh, I achieved a more pronounced bounce.
By the time I had finished I had enjoyed the event greatly. As I led a thorughly spanked and showered young boy down to the pool, his red butt tightly covered in a new pair of briefs, I knew that being Danny's step dad was going to be wonderful.