NOTE: This is a sequel to my earlier story "All the time you behave like a child, you will be treated like one". Please read the previous story to fully appreciate and understand the background to this event.
After giving his seventeen year-old son Gavin his first spanking in just over three years the day before, Mr Lloyd-Thomas felt like as eager as a child waiting for Christmas in the countdown to giving Young Gavin his slippering. Unknown to Gavin, Mr Lloyd-Thomas even visited the municipal leisure centre where his son worked to secretly watch his son work to partially satisfy his lust for the boy. Just seeing Gavin patrolling the leisure centre in his navy polo shirt and matching short cotton shorts with white ankle socks and white training shoes gave Mr Lloyd-Thomas an instant erection, particularly when his son either lifted up his shirt at the back to scratch an itch as he could see the beginning of his sons arse-crack peeping above the top of his shorts or stood with his back against the wall and his left leg bent at the knee so the sole of his foot was resting against the wall – pulling his shorts taut and exposing as much of his thigh as possible – as, in that position, he could also see the outline of Gavins _c_o_c_k_ underneath his shorts. As he drove home to be there in time for his son to arrive after work he was so preoccupied with thoughts of how he was going to punish his son later that evening and for the next four nights that he narrowly missed colliding with another car traveling in the opposite direction, and almost knocked over an elderly pedestrian as she crossed the road.
"Watch where youre going before you kill someone" bellowed the old lady as she turned to face him.
"You can talk you stupid old cow" Mr Lloyd-Thomas barked back from the open window of the car door nearest him, "go back to your old folks home and stay sitting in a semi-circle watching television as you wait for some sad sod to change your clothes after you have pissed yourself", before driving off at great speed. It was only afterwards that he realized what he had said and how much he sounded more like a pubescent joy-rider than a normally polite businessman.
"Wherever have you been" Mrs Lloyd-Thomas asked him when he got home. "You said you were only going to be an hour or so when you popped out at half-past two and its almost half-past six now".
"Sorry dear, I lost all track of time. I popped round to see Arthur from the Constitutional Club as we havent seen him for sometime and you know how that man likes to ramble", he replied dishonestly.
"I thought Arthur and Doris were away visiting Doriss sister in Canada", shouted his wife from the kitchen where she was busy cooking dinner.
"I meant Arthur Templeton" Mr Lloyd-Thomas called back as he slumped himself on the sofa and switched on the television with the remote control.
"The news and weather forecast has been and gone but I think the Antiques Roadshow is about to start in a couple of minutes on BBC1. What did you want to see Arthur Templeton for; its usually him who wants to see either or both of us .... and only then when he wants his nomination paper signed for the council. I dont know why we bother; he doesnt do anything when hes elected, like most politicians, other than put up our taxes and spend vast sums of our money pandering to self-styled ethnic minorities and gays and lesbians! If you were passing the Templetons you could have picked up Gavin from work before he takes himself off to the pub again"!
"He wont be doing that in a hurry" Mr Lloyd-Thomas answered as he flicked through the various television channels with the remote control before returning to BBC1.
"What makes you so sure David" Mrs Lloyd-Thomas asked as she put her head round the living room door, "you know what boys are like his age".
"I gave him a spanking when he got home last night and intend to do the same for the next few nights after supper before sending him to bed early".
"Hes seventeen, not seven, for goodness sake".
"So? Old enough to know better and yet not too old to be put over my knee when the need arises. I made quite clear to him yesterday that all the time he behaves like a child he will be treated like one".
"Good! Lets hope he listens to you this time. Ive made a Spaghetti Bolognese for dinner if thats okay as I thought I would use up the last of the mince".
"Thats fine" Mr Lloyd-Thomas answered turning his head to face his wife and smiled approvingly as he patted the sofa next to him. "Arent you going to join me for the Antiques Roadshow"?
"I will in a couple of minutes; can you record it for me as its from one of the Cambridge colleges I think and I always like to know a little about the history of where its been held .... speaking of history, Arthur Templeton used to be your History Master didnt he"?
"Those were the days! History was History then, not all this sociological crap they call History in school these days where the emphasis is placed more on what Henry VIII wore than what he did or how many wives he had .... and teachers could teach without being plagued by a bunch of unruly boys; anyone who misbehaved got six of the best! Bugger it! I should have asked Arthur T if he still has the cane which was presented to him when he retired as a momento of all the canings he administered when he was at the Boys Grammar as if so I could have borrowed it to tend to Gavins backside this evening".
"Now you are on a nostalgia trip" called Mrs Lloyd-Thomas as she returned to the kitchen to make the finishing touches to dinner, "boys these days dont even shorts to school, let alone get the cane when they misbehave; its not surprising they think they are old enough to do what they like".
"All part of the socialist end-game dear .... abolish academic selection, abolish standards, abolish corporal punishment, abolish school uniform or at least make it voluntary and reduce standards .... anything to destroy excellence and drag everyone down to the lowest common denominator. You would think the great British people would know by now that socialism is about, and always has been about, creating equality of outcome not equality of opportunity".
"I know dear" answered his wife as she returned from the kitchen and, to Mr Lloyd-Thomass private disgust, sat next to him after all, "perhaps you should seek election to the council as well; youd make a better job of it than some of the old buffers on there who seem to think that the only qualification they need to hold office is to drink vast amounts of gin, be a member of the Masonic or play golf! Dinner will be ready about the time this finishes" she said as the Antiques Roadshow started on the television".
"Fine" answered Mr Lloyd-Thomas impatiently as he absorbed himself in the programme. Mrs Lloyd-Thomas did likewise and for the next five to ten minutes they sat with their eyes fixed to the television in silence apart from passing the occasional comment about the beautiful architecture of Girton College and the value they estimated various antiques would be worth before it was announced by the television experts; their attention being only distracted by the sound of Gavin returning from work as he opened the front door.
"Its only me folks" Gavin called as he closed the front door after him.
"Shhhh" called his mother, "your father and I are watching the Antiques Roadshow".
A few seconds later Gavin entered the living room looking pissed-off. Much to the surprise of his mother – as he usually returned wearing jeans – Gavin was still wearing the shorts he wore for work. "We were just talking about boys in shorts" Mrs Lloyd-Thomas said as she momentarily averted her eyes from the television, "theyre quite an antique themselves these days, albeit a very pretty one".
Mr Lloyd-Thomass eyes immediately switched to Gavin. "Whats up with you" he asked his son as he looked him up and down, privately admiring his beauty.
"_f_u_c_k_ing Mr McKinnon again" said Gavin, "he used the master key to open my locker to steal my jeans and my underpants, and then he had the cheek to tell me I must have left them lying around somewhere so they were probably given to the Sally Army collection with the leftovers from the sale of lost property in the main sports hall this afternoon, as well as tell me there was no need to make an issue out of it as if my shorts were good enough to walk around in at work in they were good enough to walk home in! _f_u_c_k_ing Bastard! Its freezing out there. Im off to have a shower to warm up. What time is dinner"?
"After this" replied his father, "although if you keep using that language boy you wont be getting any as dont forget you and I have some unfinished business to attend to later".
"Yeah .... I know", replied Gavin reluctantly, knowing what his father meant.
"You can put your shorts back on after youve showered" Mr Lloyd-Thomas told him, "its warm in here and its not as though youre going to be in them for long anyway. As soon as dinner is over I shall expect you over my knee in the time-honoured tradition for your misdemeanours last night and once Im through with warming your backside you are going straight to bed".
"_f_u_c_k_ing Hell" retorted Gavin.
"Right, that does it" snapped his father as he stood up and grabbed Gavin by his right arm, just above his elbow, and spun him round before marching him out of the room. "No dinner for you tonight boy and a cold shower after Ive rinsed your mouth out with soap-and-water and you have had a shave".
"Noooo .... please Dad" Gavin protested as he was propelled upstairs to the main bathroom. "Ow! Youre hurting me ....", he yelped as Mr Lloyd-Thomas sunk his fingernails into his sons upper arm. "Ow! Let go of me .... Arrrh! .... Ow"!
"Quiet boy" his father snapped. Inside the main bathroom Mr Lloyd-Thomas let go of Gavins arm and pushed him forward towards the wash basin as he took hold of the bath brush. "Okay boy, get your kit off and make it snappy or else" he ordered as he struck the back of each of Gavins thighs twice in rapid succession with the brush, immediately leaving a bright red patch on each leg.
Gavin yelped with the pain and wasted no time in removing his bomber jacket, polo-shirt, training shoes, socks and, lastly but reluctantly, his shorts. "Whats got into you lately" he asked impertinently as he stood with his back to his father naked.
"I could ask you the same question" his father answered as he ran the bristle side of the brush all-over his sons backside and up and down Gavins arse-crack indifferent to Gavins discomfort. "I dont know if its because I have let you get away with blue murder for the last three years but your attitude and behaviour at times leaves a lot to be desired but after last nights little episode and your little performance downstairs I think its time I took a more pro-active role in reminding you how to behave and the consequences of unacceptable behaviour and or using foul language. By this time next week I expect to see a marked change in your attitude and behaviour my boy or I will mark your backside each time you misbehave as a reminder to you that naughty boys get bottom marks" he added as he turned the brush over and sharply struck each of Gavins buttocks with it three times. Glancing at his sons reflection in the mirror above the wash basin from behind Mr Lloyd-Thomas noticed that he was not alone in having an erection, only his own was hidden underneath his trousers.
"Very nice" Mr Lloyd-Thomas thought to himself as he glanced at the reddened cheeks of his sons arse, "very, very nice. Couldnt Nighean [his wife] do some much-needed overtime at the hospital tonight so he could do to Gavin this evening what he was planning to do to him on Thursday night when she was at work"?! He thought for a moment or two about phoning the hospital to advise the Duty Manager that there was no need to hire an agency sister to manage Ward Eight as Nighean would work a nights overtime and then telling Nighean that the hospital phoned to ask her if she could possibly go into work as they were unable to get anyone to cover for her but reluctantly decided against it in case the Manager thanked her for volunteering to come into work which would expose his lie. Although Nighean loved her job, he knew very well that she was never particularly keen on working nights as it affected her body-clock. Mr Lloyd-Thomas sighed heavily; his frustration tempered only in the knowledge that, at least, Nighean had not given up working altogether to become a society wife as she could well afford to do on the large salary he earned as a successful partner in a firm of established stockbrokers, as he locked his arm round Gavins head and dragged it downwards towards the basin.
"First things first young man" he told his son, "let me remind you of how to control your tongue". Keeping Gavins head locked under his left arm Mr Lloyd-Thomas turned on the hot-water tap with his right hand and ran a bar of ivory soap underneath the warm water to moisten it before pinching the end of his sons nose forcing Gavins mouth open. "Open wide ....thats better" he cried as he rammed the bar of soap into Gavins mouth and cupped the boys scrotum in his right hand. "Now take a large bite as though it was a bar of chocolate and chew it into suds although I wouldnt swallow it if I were you as it may not taste very nice and do not attempt to spit it out unless you want me to damage your manhood as well as your arse" he said twisting Gavins balls slightly to emphasise he was in control.
Anxious to avoid any permanent damage to his balls, Gavin did as he was told, feeling he wanted to vomit as the soap melted in his mouth whilst his father played with his _c_o_c_k_-and-balls and smiled menacingly at him whilst he looked in the mirror. For the first time Gavin inwardly questioned his fathers _s_e_x_uality. "What are you" he thought to himself "bi-_s_e_x_ual, gay, or just some sadistic bastard? Definitely the latter and probably gay as well which perhaps explains why Mum is forever complaining you seem to lose interest whenever she mentions _s_e_x_ when most men your age would be positively gagging for it with a woman as attractive as Mum"!
A couple of minutes later Mr Lloyd-Thomas picked up his sons toothbrush and after wetting it under the stream of now hot water from the tap passed it to Gavin. "Now scrub your teeth and gums with the soap suds" he told him, "as thoroughly as you would were it toothpaste and I will tell you when you can spit it out. Remember, dont swallow it and no spitting until I tell you to, or else"!
With his head still locked under his fathers arm Gavin had no option but to do as he was told, hating every minute of it. The more he brushed his teeth and gums the more he felt he wanted to vomit before Mr Lloyd-Thomas allowed him to spit out the soap and rinse his mouth out with warm water. Undeterred by Gavins pleas for clemency Mr Lloyd-Thomas rinsed Gavins mouth out with soap and water a second time. "Learnt your lesson yet boy" he asked as Gavin brushed his teeth the second time. Gavin nodded in the affirmative. "Good" Mr Lloyd-Thomas answered, "I thought that would help; strange isnt it, how a bit of soap can often prevent bad language more effectively than toothpaste or even fluoridated water can prevent plaque! One more time and then well call it a day with the mouth-soaping .... until the next time you say something you shouldnt"! Again, Mr Lloyd-Thomas made Gavin brush his teeth and gums with soap and water, only this time Mr Lloyd-Thomas took control of the brushing halfway through to ensure all of Gavins gums and his two wisdom teeth were brushed thoroughly.
Satisfied that Gavin had learnt his lesson he withdrew the brush and allowed Gavin to rinse his mouth out with warm water from the tap. "Now for your shave" he said, letting of Gavins head. The youth stood up: his back aching from being bent over for so long. "Are you going to do it or am I" Mr Lloyd-Thomas asked as he picked up the can of shaving gel.
"Ill do it" Gavin answered, taking the shaving gel from his father, "if youre as rough shaving me as you are brushing my teeth youll end up cutting my throat".
"Im not talking about shaving your face and your neck boy" Mr Lloyd-Thomas said as he rubbed the side of his finger against his sons larynx "although you can lose that bit of stubble the next time you shave your face, Im talking about your balls! Give it to me" he added taking the shaving gel back off the boy and wetting a flannel under the hot water tap before running it over his sons scrotum.
"Ow! Thats hot", Gavin exclaimed.
"Not as hot as you will be when Im through with you" his father smiled, "I think I had better do this; lie down on your back .... on the floor and spread your legs apart so I can kneel between you and make myself comfortable; you dont want me to slip do you or we may end up having a nasty accident, and try not to move too much or I may end up cutting you to shreds. Im not peeling a pair of oranges you know".
Gavin could hardly believe his ears but he was in no position to argue and did as he was told. His father couldnt be serious, could he? He was! Gavin froze in horror as Mr Lloyd-Thomas sprayed some shaving gel onto the tips of his fingers and smeared it into his balls before divesting him of every last pubic hair with a triple-bladed disposable razor; he had to lie very still to avoid being cut. "It will itch a bit when it starts to grow again Im told but, by then, perhaps you will have matured enough to look the age you purport to be" Mr Lloyd-Thomas told him, "now roll over onto your front so I can see if there is any fluff between the cheeks of your arse I need to take away".
Gavin could only look at him aghast and do as he was told, knowing only too well what the consequences would be if he didnt. "Spread your buttocks apart for me" his father told him. Gavin did so. Mr Lloyd-Thomas first washed his sons arse-crack with warm water before smearing some shaving gel into the crack and divesting the boy of the small amount of bum-fluff from between the cheeks of his arse and rinsing off the surplus shaving gel. "There you are" he exclaimed, "whos a pretty boy then" patting Gavin on his butt; "Mr McKinnon is sure to want you now if no-one else beats him to it"!
"David! Gavin! Dinner is ready", Nighean called upstairs.
"Gavin neither deserves nor needs any as he has already had something to eat but Ill be down in a few minutes. Leave mine in the oven and Ill be down shortly" Mr Lloyd-Thomas shouted back.
"Okay dear" Mrs Lloyd-Thomas mother called.
"On your feet now boy" Mr Lloyd-Thomas ordered "A quick shower for you now as I dont want my dinner becoming overcooked or getting cold" he told him.
"What about my dinner; Im famished", Gavin asked, getting to his feet.
"You can always have some of my sausage later if you like" his father said patting the tent of his crotch.
"What the f...." Gavin said, stopping himself just in time.
"I think the word youre looking for is _f_u_c_k_, or is it food; its the same thing if you ask me! Best wait until your mothers out the way first though as I wouldnt want her to think you like my sausage better than you do her Spaghetti Bolognese. Worms n beef we used to call that at school you know! Mmmm, I quite like a bit of beef dont you" Mr Lloyd-Thomas said cupping his sons _c_o_c_k_-and-balls in his hand. "I quite like worms too or beefy sausages" he added gently caressing his sons _c_o_c_k_ with his thumb "and meatballs or should I say meaty balls. Theyre so much tastier than anything your mother can provide! Perhaps one day shell learn how to cook but Im not holding my breath! Theres about as much chance of her doing that as there is of one being able to enjoy having _s_e_x_ with any bloody woman: squalid dogs that they are"!
Gavin was more shocked and confused than ever. "Okay boy, in the shower" his father told him letting go of his sons fishing tackle. Gavin stepped into the shower cubicle as Mr Lloyd-Thomas turned on the shower at its lowest temperature setting.
"Arrrh .... thats freezing", screamed Gavin.
"Oh stop whining boy" Mr Lloyd-Thomas snapped as he closed the sliding doors of the cubicle closed to avoid the water spraying onto the bathroom floor. "First you claimed you were cold because Mr McKinnon apparently stole your jeans and made you walk home in shorts; then you claimed the water is too hot when you brushed your teeth; now youre claiming the water is too cold; youre like an old woman"! Gavin was about to adjust the temperature of the shower when his fathers thinly-veiled threat to leave it alone or he would warm his backside if not his back deterred him and he stood shivering, unable to escape the ice-cold water, under the shower for five minutes whilst his father looked on approvingly. "That will do" Mr Lloyd-Thomas told him to his relief. Gavin turned off the shower and opened the cubicle doors as his father passed him a towel from the heated towel rail to dry himself.
"Thats better" Gavin said.
"Okay boy, now go to bed, and I dont want to see or hear you until I come up after Ive had my dinner to give you the spanking I owe you".
"Please Dad Im hungry" Gavin protested, "Ive only had a cheese and tomato roll and a packet of crisps all-day as I didnt have any breakfast and missed lunch with having to see someone before going into work".
"Too bad" answered his father, taking the towel from him and hand-slapping Gavin hard across the back of his head before the boy could finish drying himself. "Now into bed and keep your hi-fi and TV switched off or I will sure as Hell switch your arse" Mr Lloyd-Thomas told him, "if I so much as hear a sound coming from your direction you will be one very sorry little boy with one very sore little arse! Perhaps the next time youll think twice before using the F-word if you dont want to be sent to bed without any dinner, particularly when your mother is around and Im unable to give you any sausage to chew on"!
"Sick pervert" Gavin thought as he vacated the bathroom and entered his bedroom closing the door after him.
"Coming Nighean" Mr Lloyd-Thomas called as he descended the stairs, "Ill have Gavins share unless you want any as I was just saying to him how much I like a bit of beef".
It was an hour or so later that Mr Lloyd-Thomas returned to Gavins room to find his son dressed and lying on top of his bed listening to his hi-fi with his headphones on, rather than undressed, in bed with his hi-fi off. "What do you think youre doing boy" he snapped at him from the open doorway.
"What does it look like" replied Gavin. "Its not even half-past eight yet. Im not going to bed this early; besides, I was hoping you might relent and let me have something to eat".
"Not on your life" answered his father switching off his hi-fi and roughly pulling the headphones from Gavins ears, "particularly after you have defied my orders by putting your hi-fi on and getting dressed again after I told you to go to bed. Its about time you learnt to do as youre told. Now get your kit off"!
"Here we go again" retorted Gavin.
"I said, get your kit off! Now do as youre told before I ....".
"Before you what" Gavin replied defiantly as he remained lying on his bed. "Give me a bit of your sausage as you call it; go on I dare you! You lay so much as one finger on me and Ill tell Mum what you said to me earlier".
Mr Lloyd-Thomas was furious. He pushed the door closed and walked over to where Gavin was lying before grabbing hold of the boy by his ear and dragging him off the bed. "Do as youre told now, you insolent little bastard" he growled as he threw Gavin against the wall.
Shocked and surprised at what had turned his father from being a mild-mannered and tolerant man – even if he was possibly a closeted queen – into something of a tyrant Gavin began to strip. "Quickly boy I havent got all night" his father snapped.
Gavin pulled off his sweatshirt and the T-shirt he had on underneath, and quickly unfastened the jeans he was wearing and pulled them down and stepped out of them, leaving him in just his boxer shorts and socks. "And the rest" his father ordered as he picked up one of Gavins bedroom slippers off the floor.
"Please Dad, not the slipper Dad .... Im sorry Dad .... honestly", protested Gavin.
"Get those socks and shorts off now" growled his father.
"Y....Y....Yes Dad" said Gavin as he pulled off his socks. Although he was fit and healthy for his age, Gavin knew his father was stronger than he was and it was futile arguing with him.
"I said quickly" Mr Lloyd-Thomas snapped as he struck Gavins left thigh three times in rapid succession with the slipper, instantly leaving a red mark on the boys leg and bringing a tear to his sons eye. "Get those shorts off now"!
Gavin pulled his boxer shorts down and stepped out of them as quickly as he could before his father threw him back onto the bed face-down and began slapping his butt fast and furiously around forty times with the slipper:-
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"All the time you live under my roof you will do as I tell you" Mr Lloyd-Thomas told Gavin angrily. "If I tell you to get into bed and leave your hi-fi switched off I mean you get into bed and leave your hi-fi switched off; understood"?
"Y....Y....Yes Dad" sobbed Gavin.
"And when I tell you to get your kit off, I mean you get your kit off; understood"?!
"Yes Dad".
Showing no mercy, Mr Lloyd-Thomas slapped Gavins already cherry-red butt and the back of his thighs a further thirty times with the slipper as Gavin cried like a baby:-
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Now then, before Im tempted to rinse your mouth out with soap-and-water again for your outburst a couple of minutes ago we will resume where we left off last night. Any more nonsense from you young man and your punishment will be that much more severe than it has been to date; is that understood"?
"Arrrh! Arrrh! Yes Dad! Im s.... s.... sorry Dad! N..... N..... No more ..... Pleeeeease Dad! Im s.... s..... sorry"!
"I will decide when you have had enough, not you, not your mother, not your beloved Mr McKinnon or anyone else, but me", snapped his father as he continued to blister Gavins backside and the back and inside of his thighs with the slipper:-
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
After a total of approximately 100 hard slaps with the slipper Mr Lloyd-Thomas stopped slippering Gavin and threw his slipper down on the bedroom floor. "Let tonight be a further lesson to you boy; now get into bed before I give you the belt as well" he ordered. Gavin climbed off his bed and pulled back his duvet before climbing back into bed and rolling onto his side with his back towards his father and face towards the wall. "Now go to sleep and remember, if I so much as hear or see anything of you, or you dare to put your hi-fi back on or switch your TV on I will switch your arse! If I were you I would have something to eat at work tomorrow in case I decide to send you to bed early without dinner tomorrow night as well after giving you the third installment of your punishment for last nights misdemeanours let alone your conduct this evening. As for your threat to tell your mother what I said to you earlier, mark my words, you mention any of that to your mother and I will personally mark your backside so firmly that anyone would think it was a birthmark as it sure as Hell will not fade away as quickly as that which the spanking I gave you yesterday or the slippering you have had this evening"!
With that, Mr Lloyd-Thomas left Gavin to cry himself to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED.