What happened to parts one and two??
You are standing there in your nightshirt trying to remember the names of any of the trees. Try as you might, nothing seems to stick.
Speaking of "stick," I leave the room after telling you that "I have something for your memory."
When I get back, I am carrying a stick. Your mouth drops open, "Oh, please, don't spank me. I will remember the names."
"The trouble with you young man is that you do not focus. You do not listen. You think everything is play-play-play!! You need to pay attention. And hopefully that is clear."
There is a pause.
"Remove your nightshirt, young man!"
Without hesitation, you begin to struggle with your nightshirt and you lift it over your head and you drop it in a heap at your side. You are totally naked, and I cannot help but admire the beauty of your young boy body. The symmetry of your limbs, the softness of your skin. As I have you turn around, I am soon staring at your little boy bubble butt. So perfectly round. And I say to myself, "What a pleasure it will be to smack that little bottom!!"
You stand naked, shivering, and waiting for your punishment.
Some time later your sobs have died down. I admire the thin red stripes that decorate your lovely cute bottom. You are standing with your hands on your head as I explain that your new tutor will be arriving tomorrow. You do not answer, no doubt your mind is on your still stinging bottom and your desire to rub the pain away.
Your new tutor will attend to your lessons, allowing me time to visit your mother in hospital. I do not tell you that she is sadly getting a lot worse. The doctors do not expect her to last for very much longer.
Your new tutor lept at my offer. It was most unfortunate that the 19 year old had been sent down from one of our top universities after that unfortunate incident. Having been cut off by his father he had been delighted with my generous offer and the rather novel bonus plan of $1,000 if you get a 100% pass mark on your four weekly tests. That, and the new teaching aids I showed him, should prove an excellent motivator.
I smile as I imaging the damage that the new canes I have obtained will do to your pretty little botttom under your tutor's strong right arm.
Now though, it is time I released you from your corner took you by the hand to your room, undressed you and gave you a thorough bath.
How I enjoy fatherhood.