Benny was my 5 year old son. He had turned 5 only a few weeks before this happened and delighted when I put him over my lap and gave him 5 gentle birthday smacks on the seat of his pyjama pants first thing after he got out of bed on the morning of his birthday.
Benny was my son in title only. His mother had died giving birth and his father, unable to cope with the pain of losing his wife, comitted suicide. They had no other family and I was a close friend of Benny's father, I was in the will as Benny's guardian, so I raised him as my son.
Ben was a very cute kid. Golden blond hair in a bowl cut snd big green eyes like shining emeralds, surrounded by long, dark lashes. He had skin like fine porcelain and got dimples when he showed his cheeky smile.
Benny was very active and loved rough play, although he was never rough with other kids. He had an eternal supply of energy and despite his delicate features, was made of rubber.
It was a rainy Saturday and we were confined to the house. It was only me and Benny living there, and we normally went out on Saturday, but it was raining very heavily and storms had been forecast.
I had bought Benny a kitten for his birthday. It was now 8 weeks old and Benny, although normally a very gentle child, was chasing Tigger all through the house yelling and generally being very rough with it.
I pulled Benny aside and explained that Tigger was just a baby and he was to be extra gentle and not to yell. Benny nodded and smiled and bounced off again. I sat back on the lounge and continued channel surfing. No more than a minute later, Tigger raced past with his ears back and his tail between his legs, pursued by a screaming, flailing Benny. As Tigger disappeared under the lounge under me, I grabbed Benny and pulled him over my lap. He was wearing a pair of tight fitting green track pants with no underwear and a white t-shirt. Raising my hand high I delivered a hard smack to the seat of his pants. As my hand connected with his soft little bottom, I felt him clench his cheeks tightly. When he did this, I could cup my hand around his whole bottom.
"Oww!" Benny moaned. I rubbed his bottom until he relaxed his cheeks and let him stand up. Benny immediately put his hands down the back of his pants and started rubbing his bottom. He looked at me with a puppy dog expression, puzzled as to why I had just smacked him.
"If you chase the kitten around and scare it like that again, I'll pull your pants down and spank your bare bottom with the wooden spoon very, very hard. Am I understood?"
"Yes, daddy." Benny said as he cast his eyes downwards.
"Okay," I continued, "Go and play."
Benny walked out of the lounge room with his eyes down and his hands still rubbing his bottom. Actor.
It was a further twenty minutes before Tigger, over the trauma of being chased by the screaming furless monster, emerged from under the lounge, groomed itself for a few seconds and then strolled out of the room. A few minutes later I heard a blood curdling screech. Thinking Tigger had fallen off something, I raced into the kitchen where I found Benny trying to wrnch Tigger off the cloth back of a dining room dining chair.
"Benny!" I snapped.
Startled, Benny let go of Tigger and did a quick about face.
"What did I say?"
Benny just hung his head and put his hands behind his back.
"Go to your room."
Benny slowly shuffled off to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Once I had comforted the kitten, I went into the kitchen and picked out a mid-sized wooden spoon. It was slender, light and had an oval shaped head that was roughly the same size as Benny's hand. Although it was a small and light model, it was very smooth ans delivered a most satisfying sting to the bare bottom of a naughty boy.
I walked to Benny's door and opened it slowly. I walked in finding Benny sittin on the edge of his bed, his legs dangling. He had his elbows on his knees and rested his face in his hands. I closed the door behind me and walked over to Benny's bed, sitting down on his left.
"What did I tell you not to do?" I asked, softly.
"Scare the kitten." Benny responded in a soft tone.
"And you kept doing it didn't you?"
Benny nodded.
"Even after I gave you a smack on the bottom."
Benny sat in silince, his eyes on the floor.
"What did I say would happen if you kept being rough with the kitten?"
Benny sighed. "You told me that you'd pull down my pants and smank me on my bare bottom."
"What with?"
There was a short pause. "With the wooden spoon."
"Stand up for me."
Benny stood up and faced me. Placing the wooden spoon on the bed where Benny had been sitting, I reached over and grabbed the waist-band of his pants. I pulled them down slowly over his bottom and down to his knees. As his little pecker was freed, it sprang out and then jiggled.
I turned to the left and crossed my legs at the ankles. My left thigh was flush with the bed, my righ thigh was raised, with my right foot resting on my left foot for support. I lifted Benny up and placed him over my lap, his tender little bottom raised, his arms out in front of him and his legs hanging over my right side.
I reached back and picked up the wooden spoon, gripping it firmly at the end of the handle. I raised it high and bagan spanking Benny's cheeks hard and fast. Benny was no match for my left arm which held him down has he began to struggle.
The wooden spoon smade a faint swosh sound as it cut through the air and then a sharp snap as it stung Benny's bare bottom. Each smack left a small, round patch of pink behind and sent a jiggle through Benny's cheeks.
As I spanked, I covered every inch of Benny's bottom, saving the hardest smacks for his sit-spot. As the spanking went on, Benny's cheeks and the very top of his thigh turned from pink to dark red. After about a minute of the wooden spoon spanking smacking Benny's bare bottom hard at the rate of about three per second, I stopped and put the woodedn spoon back on the bed and placed my hand gently on Benny's red bottom. It was very warm and Benny was sobbing loudly.
After rubbing his bottom for a few seconds, I raised my hand high and brought it down full force across his bottom, almost knocking the wind out of Benny.
"Don't (SMACK!) do it (SMACK!) again! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Benny was crying as I once again rubbed his bottom soothingly as Benny's crying turned to sobbing. Lowering my right leg so Benny's feet could touch the ground, I let him stand up. With my hand still firmly on his bare bottom, feeling the heat on my hand, I gave him a stern warning.
"If you disobey me again," I began in a soft but firm tone, "You'll get double what you just got. Understand?"
Benny nodded. I patted his bottom gently and told him to pull up his pants. He bent over and pulled up his track pants by the waist-band, past his knees and over his bottom, his little pecker disappearing under the material. I adjusted his pants for him and then sat him back down on his bed. I picked up the wooden spoon and walked towards the door. As I opened the door, I turned to Benny who was sitting in the same position I found him in.
"You can come out when you've thought about things for a few minutes."
Returning the wooden spoon to the kitchen, I went back into the lounge room and resumed watching TV. A few minutes later, Benny appeared at my side.
"I'm sorry, daddy." He said with puppy dog eyes and his bottom lip sticking out.
"It's okay, sweetie." I said as he climbed on to me for a hug. He nestled in next to me to watch TV. My right hand was cupped gently on his bottom. Despite the fact that my hands were warm, I could still feel the heat coming off his sore and sorry bottom, through the tight material off his track pants.