Reverend George Mathison, vicar of Woodbury, stood at the window of his bedroom, watching a group of kids playing at the sports field just across the street.
His attention was focused on an extremely handsome boy. Blond hair, blue eyes and long legs. But the main feature of this attractive kid was his very spankable bottom, a real bubble butt covered by thin fabric. The stretched shorts were very appealing to him. They were very close-fitting and displayed the round bottom cheeks well. The hems were very brief, each time the boy bent a little he could see not only the whole length of the slender thighs, but even a slice of the boy's buttocks, shaped like a crescent moon.
George imagined putting the boy across his knee for a good old fashion spanking. On the bare bum of course! His thoughts wandered off to the time, some ten years ago, when he was the head prefects at Dickensschool. Gosh! it was quite normal to have two or even more boys standing at his room waiting for a good thrashing. In his mind's eyes he still could see some of those handsome boys, stripping off whilst standing in front of him and once nude reluctant bending over his lap, offering their pale bums to his punishing hand.
Oh, that sound of a hand slapping on supple young flesh... Their cries for mercy, which was music to his ears. Their round buttocks wiggling and squirming, kicking their slender legs. Spreading their thighs in hurt and showing him much more than they intended to.
If only he could find a reason to spank this boy... While he was fantasizing around his burgeoning desire to spank this particular schoolboy, he suddenly realized the bell at his front door was ringing.