Don Bloom was happy today. He had just come from the orphanage to pick up his new six-year-old son, Zach. He had brought some new clothes for the boy and had him change before leaving the orphanage. Now the little boy sat next to him in the passenger seat, firmly belted in, wearing his new white sport shirt, light blue shorts that covered none of his sturdy young legs, white ankle socks and white sneakers. It didnt matter to Don that it was the middle of winter and the streets were covered with a 3-inch layer of snow. This was the uniform the boy was to wear for the foreseeable future.
Young Zach sat, looking bewildered by the sudden turn of events in his so far staid life. His legs were red, his lips blue and he shivered uncontrollably, but right now he was more interested in the cars interior, It was a large, elegant car, the seats leather-covered, with a dashboard full of buttons, knobs, and levers.
While Don drove with his left hand, he stroked the boys cold thigh with his right. He liked the feel of the cold, smooth skin. He didnt keep his hand there long because he didnt want the skin to warm up. His belief was that young boys should not be overdressed; feeling warm and cozy made them lazy and reluctant to move. Always cold, they will move and jump about to get warm.
"Now, Zach," Don intoned, giving the small boy a quick glance (yes, decidedly quite handsome in a babyish sort of way, round cheeks which he was itching to slap soundly. Well, it would have to wait until they got home), "there are going to be rules when you live with me, rules I intend to enforce by the letter. You will not be allowed to do as you please as you were at the orphanage. I am now your father and legal guardian, and you will do exactly as I say. Do I make myself clear?"
The boys blank face denoted complete lack of understanding, but he said, "Yes."
"The first rule," Don said with relish, "is to address me as sir. Any time you forget, I will punish your little bottom. Is that understood?"
After a moments hesitation, a soft "Yes, sir" could be heard.
"You will also speak loudly and clearly when you address me," Don added sternly. Will you remember that?
"Yes, sir," the boy said, shyly but with more volume.
"That is better. Now when w get home, you will first remove your sneakers and exchange them for the house slippers you will find by the entrance. If you ever fail doing that, your bottom will be punished. Clear?"
"Yes, sir." This time more loudly and clearly. Good, Don thought. He is learning quickly. But not quickly enough, Don would see to that. His hand went back to the boys bare thigh and the drove in silence until they reached Dons elegant home in the country.
Zach had no time to appreciate the snow-covered fields surrounding the splendid home. He was released from the seat belt and, with a vigorous slap on his behind, quickly propelled indoors. Zach was grateful; the icy wind whipping his bare legs making him feel colder than ever.
Not that the house was much warmer. He quickly changed his shoes as Don watched closely, waiting to catch the boy in some infraction. He saw one large room with a fireplace which looked comfortably warm, but he was directed upstairs to the second floor.
"This will be your room," Don said, opening the door at the end of the corridor. It was large by orphanage standards and Zach looked about him with awe. This was to be his room? He thought back to the dormitory which he shared with a dozen other boys his age or older. The floor was covered with a thin, hard carpet, the furniture consisted of a small desk with bench, a book shelf, chest of drawers, a straight chair and a low cot. There was one window looking out to a courtyard. It was freezing in there and Zach shivered more violently.
"You will work here unless I tell you otherwise," Don informed his new young son. "I have hired a teacher for you because there is no good school nearby and because I want to make sure you are being given the necessary strict discipline I always insist upon. This chest of drawers contains all the clothing and toilet articles you will need for the moment. Take good care of all items or your bottom will be punished. You will keep the room clean and tidy and the bed well made up each morning. I will inspect this daily. Now come along."
Taking the boy by the scruff of his neck, he led him one flight up by way of a small back staircase. It was darker and colder up there and the small boy shivered, now from fear as well as cold. Don opened a door and pushed the boy inside. He turned on a light which didnt do much to illuminate the room. It had no windows, a single light bulb hung from the ceiling, and contained a bath tub, a shower, sink and toilet. The floor and walls were tiled dark grey.
"You will use this bathroom," Don instructed the child. "But only with my express permission. I will wake you in the mornings and bring you here for your morning urination and bowel movement, a cold bath and brushing teeth. After that you will not be allowed in here unless I, your teacher or housekeeper give you permission. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." Zach stood, cold and frightened, pulling at the center seam of his shorts which had lodged deeply into the cleft between his small, round buttocks. Don smiled when he noticed.
Lets go back down to your room," Don said, taking the boy by the shoulder and directing him back.
"May I have a pee first?" Zach asked in a small, high-pitched voice.
"You may not," Don replied firmly. "You will say urinate instead of pee in the future. Also I note that you did not call me sir. What did I tell you would be done if you forgot?"
Zach looked up at the tall man with a frightened look. "My bottom will be punished," he replied.
Don shook his head. "My dear boy, once again you failed to say sir. Now I will have to double your punishment. Come with me."
"Oh, I am sorry, sir," the boy stammered, hanging back. "I forgot. Next time I will remember - sir."
"Oh, yes," Don said, "the next time you will remember. I am going to make sure of that. Come along, quickly now."
They returned to the boys room and Don pulled out the straight-backed chair. He sat down and had the boy stand facing him. "Now you will lower your shorts to the ankles and get across my knee," Don instructed. His voice reflected a profound pleasure at the words he had been so anxious to use.
There were tears in the boys eyes as he stood before his new father. "Please, sir," he whispered once more.
"I might as well remind you that disobedience is one of the most serious offenses for which I punish with a thick strap. So you would well to do as I say right from the start."
Tears were now rolling down the childs cheeks, as he slowly unbuttoned his shorts nd pushed them down. Not having been given underwear, he now stood naked from the waist down. His shirt reached to just below his navel.
"Across my knee," Don snapped, and the boy reluctantly climbed onto the mans lap. It took Don several minutes before he had placed the boy to his satisfaction. The upper body over his left thigh, the legs across his right thigh, the smooth round bottom sticking up at a nice angle. "Now I will punish your bottom," Don announced and the spanking started.
Zach was amazed at the force of each slap. He cried out more in surprise than pain in the beginning, but gradually his cries became wails of agony. Don knew how to spank, he had a large, heavy hand and made each smack count. The small buttocks bounced at each stroke. Left cheek, right cheek, back and forth with undiminished force until Zach was howling and squirming on the mans lap. Don held him fast with his left arm while his right worked like a machine, slowly and deliberately, smacking each cheek as they turned from pink, to red, to scarlet and gradually into purple.
The spanking lasted about ten minutes and when it was finally over, the six-year-old, drenched and exhausted, lay whimpering and shaking across Dons lap. Keeping him in position, Don, his eyes on the bruised buttocks, instructed his son, "This was for the first time you showed disrespect by not addressing me as sir. Go and stand in the corner over there, hands on your head, and wait there until I return. I will then deal with the second instance of disrespect. You must realize that the second offense is always punished much more severely and that I will now be forced to use the strap."
Zach was still blubbering and could not reply even if he had known what to say. Zach smiled as he left the room, closing the door behind him. He was thinking about the next 7 or 8 years during which he would punish the boy ever more severely as he grew older. Yes, by the time the boy was 8, he would start using the junior cane; by the time he was 12, he would be old enough for the senior cane. The heavy tawse would also come into play by the time the boy was 9 or 10. It was a prospect he was greatly looking forward to.