My six year old had made no effort to learn the spellings I had set for him ad , as a result, he was bar bottomed over my lap in my bedroom. My wife and two older sons were att he store so we had the house to ourselves.
As usual Brett was kicking and crying out yelping as my trusty wooden clothes brush did its work turning his little bare bottom cheeks an attractive colour red. Brett has a lot to learn about controlling himself during his spankings and I was determined to give the boy a good lesson in the effects of disobedience. He is a bright little boy and you might imagine he would have learned the consequences of upsettng his daddy from the many sessions he hears in the house when I am dealing with his older brothers.
As I spanked away and instructed Brett to stop crying or I would only go on spanking him harder and for longer I noticed movement at the bedroom window. The next thing I knew the window cleaner appeared with his sponge and he seemed a little shocked at the sight that met his eyes.
I lifted Brett off my lap. He was still crying loudly and was too busy rubbing his little bottom with both hands to notice me close the curtains. He must have imagined his spanking was over because he howled even more loudly as I lifted him over my lap and resumed the rapid application of my brush on his young bottom.
Having placed Brett in the corner of his bedroom with his hands firmly on his head and his naked bottom quivvering from the sting of the brush I went outside to pay the window cleaner.
Later I wondered what sights a window cleaner must see in the course of his work.