DAVID'S DIARY - SATURDAY 28TH APRIL I overheard Mum talking about me to one of her friends on the telephone this morning. It was quite nice. She said that I was becoming very considerate and helpful. But then she said that there were times when she thought I needed the "firm hand of his father". She said I behaved remarkably well most of the time, but I was occasionally naughty and then she was at a loss to know what to do with me. She said it would only get more difficult as I got older. I decided that it was time to strike. When were having lunch I told her I'd heard some of her conversation and I was really sorry if I was naughty sometimes. She said not to worry because I was actually very well behaved for a boy of my age. It was just that there were a few times when it would be helpful if Dad was around to take me in hand, when I got a bit too high spirited. I said what she really meant was that I sometimes needed a spanking and she said yes, she supposed that was what she meant. So I said I could see her point and couldn't she ask someone to do it for her. She said she had actually thought of asking her brother, Uncle Len, but she knew that we didn't get on that well and she didn't want to make things even worse between us. She said there wasn't anyone else she could think of, and anyway I was getting better all the time so no need to worry. I told her that I hated getting spanked, but I wasn't stupid enough to think I didn't need it sometimes and I knew it was really for my own good anyway. She said that was a very grown up approach and it showed that I would probably be OK even if I never got a spanking again and at least the school still used the slipper, so it wasn't the end of the world. Then I said that I would really do my best to behave well all the time, but I was afraid that there would be times, especially in the school holidays, when I would forget myself and get into trouble. That's when I made the suggestion. I said that William was a brilliant teacher for me and if I ever really did need a good spank! ing I bet he could do it very well. At first she said she couldn't ask someone who wasn't even family to take on such a responsibility, and anyway he was a really good influence on me and she didn't want me and him to fall out. So I said that was the whole point, I knew William would never spank me unless I really needed it and even though I bet it would hurt a lot I would never be cross with him for giving me what I deserved. She said she still didn't like the idea of asking him in case it upset him and he stopped helping me with my school work. So I said that was OK, I could ask him and she only needed to talk to him about it if he agreed. Then she said she supposed there would be no harm in my talking to him about it, but I wasn't to go upsetting him and if he said no I should just change the subject. I did think of going straight round to him today to talk him into it, but I think it really needs a bit more thought. Just because he agreed to spank me for not doing the homework doesn't mean he'll agree to go on spanking me in the future. In fact, I am sure he will hate the idea, so I've got to think very carefully how I put it to him. I will raise the subject after our session on Tuesday.
DAVID'S DIARY - TUESDAY 1ST MAY We had a good French session this evening. I had done all my homework and William said I was really coming on well, which I actually know is true because I came first in our French test at school yesterday. When we had finished I said would it be OK if I stayed for half an hour because there was something I wanted to talk to him about. He said that would be fine because Emma wasn't coming home till late anyway. So he gave me some lemonade and we sat at the kitchen table. I had thought a lot about it and I had a clear plan. First I said that I wanted to thank him for the way he had dealt with me about the homework. I said it had really made me very sore and had taught me a really good lesson which I knew would do me a lot of good. Then I said that I knew it can't have been nice for him to have to do it so that made me even more grateful. He said that I was quite right and it wasn't at all pleasant to have to spank someone he liked so much, even if it was good for me in the end. He said it must be one of the hardest things about being a father that you sometimes had to spank your sons. Then I said that it probably was, but fathers had to do it because boys of my age needed a good whacking sometimes, to stop them getting into serious trouble. And he said that was perfectly true and now he was grown up he was really grateful for the spankings his dad had given him when he was my age. Then I said what did he think would have happened to him if his dad had decided not to spank him anymore after he was about ten and a half (which is my age). He fell for that one and said he expected he would have got into quite a bit of trouble and would not have been a very nice boy. That was when I pounced. I said being spanked was really horrible, but I knew I needed it and Mum was really upset that without Dad there was no one who could discipline me properly anymore. He said that he was sure that I would be all right in the end, because I was a really nice and good boy. And I said that I tried to be mos! t of the time, but sometimes I wasn't and although I was sure I would hate it at the time, I did actually know that those were the times when I really ought to get a good spanking. Then, at last, I said it. I said that I knew it was an awful lot to ask him, but I also knew that Mum would be mega grateful to him if he would agree to punish me when I needed it. Of course he started to say that he couldn't do it, but I ploughed on and I said it wasn't just Mum who would be grateful, it would be me as well. Then I invented a bit to make it more persuasive. I said that I reckoned Mum would ask Uncle Len to do it if he didn't agree and that would be awful. I said it wasn't that he would be a particularly hard spanker, it was just that we weren't really good friends and when a boy got spanked it should be done by someone he really liked a lot, to make it mean more to him. I said that I knew he liked me and I liked him better than any other grown up man I could think of and if I needed spanking I couldn't think of anyone else in the world who I'd rather have it from. And I said, anyway I knew he was one of the hardest spankers around so I would really benefit if he agreed to do it. He was still not happy about it and I had to keep on at him long past the half an hour. I used all the arguments I could think of. I promised that I would always take any spanking he decided on without any argument at all and I would always take my trousers and pants down and get over his knee without any fuss. When I said the bit about trousers and pants he gave the first sign of giving in, because he said there really wasn't any need for me to take more than my trousers down which there would be no point in saying if he wasn't going to agree. So I said that the fact that I was happy to get spanked bare by him surely showed how much I liked and respected him and the only other person in the whole wide world who I would even think of taking my pants down for when I had to be spanked was Dad. I said there was certainly no! way I'd take my pants down for Uncle Len to spank me. It took a good hour, but at last he gave in. He said he would ask Mum what she thought before finally agreeing and he would call in on her tomorrow. I said thank you about a hundred times and then I came home. Mum was a bit cross that I got home so late, but she soon cheered up when I told her I had actually managed to persuade William. Oh well, time to go to sleep now. I wonder whether I'm a bit mad. There can't be any other boys who've ever had to beg someone to spank them. But, even though I know it's going to be ultra painful when I get it and I am really dreading it, I am really pleased, in a funny sort of way.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - TUESDAY 1ST MAY It's all happening so fast. When we had finished the work, David asked if he could stay and discuss something important with me. I was quite happy for him to do so. Emma wasn't due back till late and, anyway, he was wearing those wonderfully skimpy white shorts again and I was quite enjoying the occasional glimpses of the shape of his bottom. He started off by thanking me for spanking him last week. I instantly thought that maybe my wildest dreams were to be fulfilled. Sure enough, he started talking about how unfortunate it was that his father was not around to spank him when he needed it. I pretended I hadn't guessed what he was leading up to and volunteered the information that I was grateful to Dad for the spankings he gave me when I was a boy. That gave him the perfect lead in, though he took his time about it (which was a good thing because it enabled me to plan my response). When the request finally came it was all I could have hoped for. He and Julia actually want me to take over his discipline and the method they favour is good old fashioned spanking. Of course, I feigned horror at the suggestion and made him work incredibly hard to talk me round. But he eventually succeeded! Talk about the icing on the cake, he actually wants to be spanked on the bare bum! I've told him I'll talk to Julia tomorrow. He assures me she's keen on the idea, let's hope he's right.
DAVID'S DIARY - WEDNESDAY 2ND MAY Quite an eventful day. Mr Turner gave the whole Latin class two whacks each with a plimsoll. Well, that's not quite true. We were all mucking about when he came in. Normally, he doesn't get too riled about that sort of thing. But he must have got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning. He went ballistic and told us all (twenty of us) to form a queue in the corridor. I was at the front of the queue and he told me to go to Mr Berts's class and ask to borrow his plimsoll. Mr Turner hardly ever whacks, so we were a bit surprised. Anyway, I went to Mr Berts and got an awful knowing sort of grin from him as he handed me the dreaded weapon. I'd never been whacked by Mr Turner before so I wasn't sure what to expect. Anyway, when I got back I handed him the plimsoll and he said I might as well be first. So him and me went into the classroom and he shut the door. Then he told me to bend over the back of a chair, which I did, and he gave me two whacks. OK, it stung a bit, but he's not much good at it. I didn't even need to rub my bum afterwards. Then he sent me out again and Tim came in. I told the other lads that it was pretty pathetic. That's when I had the idea to play a joke on him. He went on with his whacking and when he had done all twenty of us, I went back in and bent over again. Sure enough, he didn't remember that he'd already whacked me and he gave me another two. Tim did the same as me. In fact, the first five of us all went back in for another dose. Chris, who was the sixth, wanted to do the same, but I said we had better stop before he twigged. After all, he might send us to the head and that would not be much fun! Even though I'd had four, he was so weedy that my bum was only pink when I looked at it in the bogs during break. The best news was what I got when I got home. Mum told me that William had agreed to take over with my punishments. She said he was clearly not terribly happy about it, but had agreed that I probably did need a firm hand occasionally and sai! d that I had finally persuaded him. She said he wanted to see me so as to agree everything in advance. I dashed round to his house. Now he's come round to the idea he's made a really good plan. He's given me a note book which he wants me to give to Mum. She's going to write in it whenever I'm naughty and he wants me to bring it round to him every afternoon after school so he can check it. He says he won't whack me for everything. Obviously, if there's something really bad he will have to do it, but otherwise, for small things, he'll just give me a warning and only if I collect a few warnings will he give me a whacking. Then he said that as I was nearly eleven he would probably never be able to give me less than four whacks, but the most would be six, which seems ultra fair. Next he said that he didn't think it was necessary for me to take my pants down as well as my trousers, but I insisted that it had got to be as much like a spanking from Dad as possible. I think he saw the sense of that and he agreed. Then I told him about Mr Turner's whackings and the joke we played on him and he thought that was very funny. That's what's so great about William. There can't be many boys who can have a joke about whackings with the man whose job it actually is to whack them himself. It's funny, but I am almost looking forward to my first proper bare bum spanking from him. Of course, I know I won't be when the time actually comes, but thinking about it actually gives me quite a nice feeling.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - WEDNESDAY 2ND MAY Well, Julia really does want me to spank David when he needs it. I made a big thing about how I was reluctant to do it, but then said that he had persuaded me. She seemed genuinely pleased and said that it was a great weight off her shoulders. I didn't mention David's suggestion that his spankings should be on his bare bottom. I thought she might think that was not appropriate. I know enough about boys to be pretty sure he won't tell her. I've bought a small notebook to give to him which Julia can write in when he misbehaves. My idea is that there are bound to be minor misdemeanours which would not justify a spanking on their own but which, cumulatively, could reasonably lead to one. In fact, although mischievous by nature, he is actually fairly well behaved. I doubt whether there are going to be many instances of gross misbehaviour, so it will be useful to be able to add up the lesser offences and give him a spanking when he has committed enough. I explained all this to him when he came round. He thinks I am being incredibly fair in saying I won't spank him for everything his mother reports. I didn't tell him, however, that I have asked her to make a note of even the most trivial misdemeanours, so that I can be kept fully informed. He told me that his entire Latin class had been slippered today. The master is apparently not very accomplished in the art and the two strokes they were given don't seem to have been terribly effective. So much so that he and four other boys went to the back of the queue after their beatings and took another dose!
DAVID'S DIARY - FRIDAY 4TH MAY Not a bad day at school. Mum was in a bait when I got home because I hadn't made my bed this morning. I do admit that I knew perfectly well that I was meant to do it before I left, so I suppose I can't complain that she has written it in the book. I wasn't really worried when I took the book to William. Just as I thought, he didn't punish me. All he said was that I had better be careful not to do too much of that sort of thing.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - FRIDAY 4TH MAY David's first offence has been put into the book. It was only a failure to make his bed, so I couldn't really do anything about it, but a few more like that should be enough!
DAVID'S DIARY - THURSDAY 10TH MAY I completely forgot that Mum wanted me home straight after school today so that she could take me to buy some more school trousers. I played a bit of football with Tim and Pete and got home half an hour late. Of course, I didn't have any excuse and she's written it in the book. I'm just about to take it to William. I reckon I might have a sore bum later! I've just got back from William. He was incredibly decent about it. He said that it really was very inconsiderate of me not to have remembered the shopping trip, but he would let me off this time. But he did say that I should expect to be punished next time I did something wrong.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - THURSDAY 10TH MAY Another offence. This time I almost went ahead and did it, but then I decided to hold off again, but give him a final warning. He was touchingly grateful. I must say, it was a difficult decision. He was wearing his school uniform, minus his jacket, and his trousers are pretty tight. Still, it shouldn't be long now.
DAVID'S DIARY - TUESDAY 23RD MAY I'm bound to be for it this time. I stupidly got in a strop last night when Mum told me to do the washing up. I wanted to watch a really good programme on the TV. So I said I wasn't going to do the washing up till it was over. Mum said I had to do it straight away. In the end, of course, I didn't watch the programme because she sent me to my room and said I couldn't come out until I was ready to do the washing up. By then I was in a really bad mood and I just sat on my bed for ages. When I finally did come out I found she'd done the washing up. Anyway, she's written it all up and I will have to take the book to William this evening, when I go for my French lesson. I don't see that he's really got any option. He'll have to whack me. I know it's going to hurt and I wish I wasn't going to get it, but I have to admit that I am also quite pleased, in a funny sort of way, that I'm finally going to get a real bare bum spanking from William. I wrote that earlier. I've just got back from William. It was just as I had thought. He read the book as soon as I got there. Then he said that he was really sorry, but he didn't see that he could avoid spanking me this time. I said I realised he was right and he said to get it over with before we started the lesson. He sat on the sofa and I quickly took my jeans and pants down and got over his knee. Of course I was really frightened and had butterflies in my tummy and all that, but it also felt sort of right that he should be doing it. I could tell from the way he gently patted my bum before he started that he was really hating having to do it. Then he sort of sighed and gave me the first smack. It was a real stinger. He let his hand rest on my sore bum for a couple of seconds and then he gave ne the next. I got four. Obviously it wasn't as bad as Mr Berts and the slipper, but it really did hurt a lot and my bum was burning hot. He was so kind at the end. He gave me another couple of pats and then said I should go into the bathroom to get over i! t. He said he'd quite understand if I used the cold wet flannel technique. Well, I did and it really worked quite well. When I got back into the sitting room I was only slightly sore and my bum was feeling nicely warm. Then he gave me back the book and I saw he had crossed out all the entries. He said I could start again with a clean slate. I've just looked at my bum in the mirror and it is still pretty red. I got that funny feeling again when I looked. It was really quite nice.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - TUESDAY 23RD MAY I gave David the book three weeks ago. At last there was enough in it tonight to justify a spanking. He seemed to have had a tantrum about doing the washing up last night. Anyway, he didn't do it and Julia had to do it instead. That was probably enough to lead to a spanking on its own, but with the other entries as well his fate was obviously sealed. He was clearly expecting it. I was quite tempted to put it off till after our lesson, but I realised that that would be rather sadistic. So I did it straight away. There is no doubt that spanking a bare bottom is vastly better than spanking one covered with underpants. He took his jeans and pants down immediately and lay across my knee. His bum was absolutely wonderful. It is quite small and slim, but also rounded and firm. I patted it a couple of times before I got going and the flesh felt perfect. I hit him as hard as I could. I gave him four. I let my hand rest on his bottom after each whack and could feel it getting warmer. Watching the colour change from white to pink to red to scarlet was terrific. When it was over I told him about the old wet flannel trick and sent him off to the bathroom. He was smiling when he came back and said he felt much better, but it had been a really good whacking, much harder than his Latin master could manage with the slipper. I somehow managed to concentrate on our French lesson. But Emma is going to have a really good time tonight.
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