DESCRIPTION OF A SOUND SPANKING
Based on Ledger Entry: 2167, dated 9 October 1977
Which boy was it, Mrs Miggs?
The cleaning lady has been complaining - at great length, with frequent repetitions and charming digressions about the state of health of her niece in Australia - about a boy being repeatedly cheeky to her.
I dont know his name, Mr Benson. Its that new boy in Form 4 with blond hair. Wasted on a boy, hair like that if you ask me.
Lucas! I feel a pleasant tingle of anticipation: before the day is out I will get to have a lengthy session disciplining the cheeky little boys bare bottom. I get rid of Mrs Miggs as quickly as possible then get down to detail. Its 4.15pm on a Wednesday: Lucas is one of a small group of boys who have tennis coaching - hes a talented player. Splendid! Its the work of a moment to get a message to the coach to send the boy to me when the session is over at 4.30.
A Form 4 boy is really too old for a hand spanking. On the other hand, he has only been in the school for a month and I have only disciplined him once before, when I gave his whole dormitory a couple of strokes each with a gym shoe. No, on balance a sound spanking will fit the bill for his first real beating: the chastising of the dormitory was more noise and theatre than real bottom punishment. When I administer a sound spanking, you may remember, I simply spank hard and fast with the flat of my hand until I judge the boy has been sufficiently punished.
Normally at this time I would be showering and changing out of my sports kit - I had just taken a game of football. I decide to delay this: putting the naked boy across my knee when I am in shorts will offer an even more intimate spanking.
Lucas is an interesting character: frequently infuriating for his outspoken manner and uncontrolled behaviour, I do have a soft spot for him. Hes in great demand as a child model, I gather, and is off to London in a couple of weeks to do some work for a fashion catalogue.
At 4.35 theres a tap at the door. Lucas appears, the Boy in White: white singlet, short white shorts, little white tennis socks and white plimsolls, his long golden hair untidy from the exertion of his lesson. I tell him to leave his plimsolls outside the door then confront him and await his response.
I was only joking, Sir.
Shes only a charlady.
These excuses cut no ice at all. The second one thoroughly annoys me.
Im going to spank your bottom soundly, Lucas. Take your shirt off.
The 12-year-old wriggles out of his singlet.
Take your shorts down, please.
Naked, Sir?
Lucas looks aghast. Hes new to the school and probably has not fully absorbed the fact that when I beat I dont beat shorts or underpants or pyjamas - I beat bottoms!
Naked as the day you were born, Lucas, I reply easily. You can keep your socks on if you wish, though.
His face still registering disbelief at what has befallen him, Lucas tucks his thumbs in the hem of his shorts and pulls them half way down his thighs, exposing his bottom for me. He looks rather cute in this state and Im tempted to spank him with his shorts round his knees. But no, the shorts are quite tight, and I will want his legs wide apart if I am to have the maximum area of spankable skin available.
Take them right off. We dont want them getting in the way, do we?
I watch the pretty little boy slide out of the tiny cotton garment. I decide on a whim to delay the start of the childs spanking.
I dont see why I should miss my afternoon cup of tea because of a cheeky boys bad behaviour. Hands on your head!
I fuss around with the kettle and teapot, all the while keeping an eye on the nude youngster I will soon be chastising at length. He has his back to me and I enjoy inspecting his very spankable young bottom prior to its well-deserved punishment. Finally I sit down with my mug and chuckle inwardly. Here I am, sitting with a fragrant cup of Earl Grey, a nude 12-year-old boy waiting in front of me for his first real spanking - and Im getting paid for it! It surely beats working in a bank! But stop, Im getting carried away.
With a crooked finger I summon Lucas over. His expression is nervous, yet curious about what is about to happen to him. 12-year-old boys are adventurous little creatures, and as well as the fear there must be a degree of curiosity. He will have heard lots of talk about whackings and spankings and canings – he must be wondering how he will measure up to the ordeal. Obediently he keeps his hands on his head. I position him by my side, his knees almost touching my legs.
I lay the palm of my spanking hand on the young boys bare bottom, at first across both buttocks, then roaming each smoothly rounded cheek. While conducting this preliminary investigation of my target I keep the boy talking - I have a vast store of conversational gambits for delaying the start of a beating! My eyes roam from the little bottom I will be directing my attention to, to the front of the boys body. Im involuntarily reminded of the evening – only a couple of weeks after the boy arrived at the school – when I walked into his dormitory to find him standing naked, dreamy contentment on his face as he whirled his underpants around in such a way that with each revolution they grazed against his stiffening penis. Many were the blushes from him and muffled giggles from his friends at my sudden appearance...
I keep my knees about a foot apart and with a firm right hand push the boy into position.
Over you go, young man.
As so often happens with a first spanking, the boy positions himself rather clumsily: I could more easily smack his lower back than his bottom! Never fear: I slide my hand into the V at the tops of his thighs and hitch him forward. He gets the idea of what Im doing and voluntarily wriggles his bottom along to help me. Now Ive got him exactly how I want him: the rounded summit of his little bare buttocks are exactly in the centre of my line of vision.
Theres one final thing:
Legs wide apart.
Lucas is an athletic child and in his anxiety to co-operate he almost does the splits! His bottom is actually beautifully presented for punishment. Well done, Lucas!
Im still in no hurry to commence spanking, of course. I ask the boy how he is disciplined at home; the answer seems to be scarcely at all, which doesnt surprise me. While conducting this conversation I take a good close look at the bottom I am preparing to spank soundly: it has a nice firm tone and is a little goose-pimpled - the air is getting chilly, its true.
Time to get to work!
Im going to start spanking you now, Lucas.
Yes, Sir.
I gently take the youngsters neck in my left hand to assert my control over his body, then land a heavy spank on the nearer buttock. The boy twitches a little. I spank its neighbour equally. At this point young Lucas is probably thinking "It stings a bit, but its not that bad." Little does he know how the discomfort will build up as my hand rises and falls relentlessly for 5 or 6 minutes!
So I spank away, with no particular plan initially - except to redden the entire buttock area. Im enjoying every aspect of administering this spanking: the sound of my hand impacting the 12-year-olds bottom skin; the feel of his warm, rather wriggly little body across my bare knees; the sight of the boys nude torso, entirely submissive to whatever punishment I deem fit; even the little white ankle socks add a certain piquancy!
After a couple of minutes I pause to take stock, and indeed to give my hand a rest. Alas Lucas interprets this pause as the end of his spanking, and leaps up, clutching his reddened backside and scowling at me as if he cant believe what has been done to him. Even when he scowls the boys beauty shines through.
What do you think youre doing, Lucas?
Im getting up. Ive been punished.
Dear boy, Ive only just started.
Lucass expression is quite priceless. I take the boys wrist and pull him back to his punishment spot. I can feel his reluctance to submit his sore bottom to further pain, but he realises he has no escape.
Finally I get to take stock: the main area of the childs buttocks is well-spanked, its clear. Its time now to concentrate my attention on specific areas of bottom.
Legs apart, please.
I start with six quick, hard spanks delivered to the centre of Lucass left buttock, then give the other side of the boys bottom the same treatment. Now I start to spank the lower area hard and repeatedly, alternating bottom cheeks, with my hands slightly curved to fit the contour of the buttock muscle. Its quite clear Lucas does not like this one bit: up till then he had been submitting to punishment with quite good self control, but my attack on this tender area of the his backside leaves him squawking after each blow, his little white socked feet drumming on the floor in protest. His bottom is squirming more than is really acceptable, but as Im nearing the end of my disciplining of the cheeky boy I let it pass. With my experience of beating boys bottoms I can cope with a moving target!
I finish my beating of Lucas with a mighty spank to each buttock, and the words Get up!
Lucas is up in a flash, hands flying to his punished posterior. I hand him his clothing and send him away to lick his wounds (metaphorically!) and dress in the dormitory.
Two hours later, wandering through the classrooms during prep, I spy the boy kneeling on the floor to do his homework. He sees me and manages a wry smile at his plight. I like him for that!