Fathers Day Part 2


by Rosewood

After I had spanked the 12 yera old boy with the paddle he had a mostr satisfactory red line, about 2 inches wide right across the centre of his pert mounds. I let him up and told him to go to the bathroom and run the bath.

As he walked away he began to rub his bottom. I enjoyed the sight of his lovely cheeks moving under his hand.

As he was about to leave the room he turned and asked

''can we have any hot'' (meaning water)

''DO YOU NEED ANOTHER SPANKING THIS MINUTE'' I shouted. Thet ten year old started to cry louder at this point.

The older boy left the room and I beckoned his younger brother top come across my lap.

When I was comfortable. (He needs a lot of adjusting over my lap) I placed the paddle on the smaller but very cute pale little bottom and began the paddling. Ten hard strokes caused a great deal of screaming and some delightful slapping sounds as wood met boy bottom.

I held my new young sons hand and we entered the bathroom. As I had told the twelve yewar old to wait by the bath, he was doing as he was told.

A few seconds later the older boy was on his hands and knees in the bath and the younger boy was sitting with his back up against the back of the bath and his little legs strectched out in between his brothers knees. I instructed the older boy to edge back so as not to be too near the taps. As he did so his bottom became close the his brother's face. The younger boy was now staring right into his brother's bottom and had a great view of his private parts hanging down in front.

I lathered up my hands and washed the older boys back and then paid some considerable attention to his bottom.

I told both boys not to move and went off to fetch the camera.

After recording the Fathers Day bath I got the boys to change places. They looked so cute as they held onto one another, changing places and avoiding slipping.

The older boy was now sitting staring at his younger brother's bottom. I repeated the lathering and washing but the little boy started to move. I think I was tickling him a little. I slapped his paddle marked bottom several times , generating some nice fresh reddness until he finally remained still as I continued to soap him.

Back in the boy's bedroom I dressed the ten year old as I watched the twelve year old pull on his shots and smart short sleeved shirt. The older boy had asked me politely if he might wear his litlt white briefs under his shorts and I agreed. I adjusted the ten year olds braces tightly so that his shorts pulled up in between his legs. The braces were little boy elasticated ones, each time he attempted to pull the shorts out of his crease they would just ride up again. I would enjoy watching him continually attempt the impossible during the up and coming church service. That is the reason I always sit with my older step son in the seats directly behind my new wife and the younger boy.

When the little boy asked why he was not allowed his small cotton briefs under his shorts I just said ''do you want more of the paddle, young man'' and that ended the conversation. We went downstairs where my new wife had preoared a full cooked breakfast.

The little boy looked round at me several times in the service, despite being wanred to concentrate on the vicar. I made a mental note to deal with that disobedience at his bath time later in the day.

Each time we stood for a hymn or prayer I enjoyed the show as he made attempts to pull his shorts out of his bottom crease, but all were futile.

More later.


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