As the months cpnyinued , I founfd every opportunity to punish Jason, but usually when his mum was out of the house. She did not have any objection to me disciplining Jason but I was more comfortable doing it when she was out.
Jason was an attractive boy physically and of course at 6 coming on 7 he was easily placed across my lap. He was sometimes not that focussed and at times forgetful. This earned him a number of sessions but I had still not progressed him to the naxt stage, the slipper. I imagined that , once at school, Jason would find academic work challenging and this would mean many more and much harder spankings. This was to become true later.
Once Jason turned 7 I decided to leave my practise for another. I had to remain out of the industry for 6 months (standard practise at the time) so I replaced Julie's mum as Jason's full time minder. Early on I searched the stores in the city for a suitable slipper. You would think it might have been easy but I was looking for a particular type of footware for a particular purpose. In the end I founf a slipper with a flexible plastic sole and a canvass top. It was amusing testing it on my own naked buttock. It stung beautifully.
Jason was well behaved on the whole and sometimes when I decided it would be time for a spanking Jason seemed to behave perfectly. I wonder if the little scamp had realised I was on his tail and performed like a little angel for me.
The time I caught him out was an evening when Julie was dur in late. I did not know hoew late but Jason did not clear his room properly and I announced that a slippering would be given before bath. Jason was used o spanking before bath. Sometimes I spanked after his bath and sometimes I spanked before his bath. He looked at me with a frown when I mentioned the slipper as he had not felty it before.
I should explain that, during school term Jason alkways steyed in his schooluniform (aopart from his tie) until I undressed him for his bath. I always had a thing about little boys in school uniform. For those British readers...do you remember the Jimmy someone films 'whacko' I think.''Bend over Wendover'' was one of the best lines.....I digress.
After Jason had tidied his room correctly I called him to the living room and , to his surprise I bagen to pull his shorts high up his waist. He stood there, a little alarmed as I hoisted the shorts tightly between his legs. He began to squirm at one point, presumably as the seam of the shorts pinched his little boy thing.
I then held his waist and lifted him across the back of the sofa. His legs dangled and he complained that he was uncomfortable and '' I promise to be a good boy daddy'' and all the usual begging, just short of sobbing. Delightful, music to my ears I thought as I reached for the slipper which until now had lain hidden behind the curtains.
''You are going to receive a slippering Jason, for being a naughty boy and not tidying your room as I told you'' I explained calmly.
I had to hold Jason firmly in place to stop him falling forwards. His small bottom, divided by the seam of the shorts biting inot his bottom crack, looked very enticing. I lifted the slipper high and whacked it down hard on the waiting backside. Jasons body rose slightly from the other side of the sofa with the whack and his legs kicked up. From this and the cry of pain from Jason's mouth convinced me that he had certainly felt the sting. Jason began crying and begging and had to be reminded that he could say 'owiiieee' but not cry during his punsihments. I was proud for my little seven year old. He had become used to taking quite a reasonable spanking with my hand without too much squirming or fuss.
Now I would teach the youngster to maintain the same level of self control during hard slipperings. He got about ten whacks that evening. I knew that was enough to get his bottom a nice rosy red, even through the shorts and underpants.
I decided that next time I would slipper on his underpants and then on his pretty bare bottom. Whe I lifted Jason down I pulled him to me hugged him as tightly as I could and told him that I loved him. ''I love you to daddy'' he sobbed, glad that he was forgiven.
In the bath I turned Jason so that we could both look at his red bottom in the mirror.
''thats what naughty boys get...isn't is Jason'' I asked
''yes daddy'' he sobbed.
Based on true events that happened many years ago.