When my best friend passed away, his wife was left to raise their three children alone. For two years, I watched my best friend's children go from being the best to the worst kids on the block. Their mom and dad, Jason and Marie, believed in corporal punishment but, since Jason's death, Marie had not spanked even one of the kids. Then she called me. She wanted me to help her begin to set her kids back on the straight and narrow. I told her I would have to have free hand, and she agreed. That night we explained the agreement to the kids.

Jason Junior was 12, Jacob was 10, and Misty was 7. Neither Marie nor I expected too much resistance. For the last two years I had been by each of their sides. Even providing financial help when needed. The kids had no trouble giving me their respect. So, I laid down the law.

"Kids, your mother and I know your mother's death affected each of you severely. I am not your father, and I don't plan to be. Your dad was my best friend before he was your mother's husband and your father. For two year's now, I have been by your sides, and I have watched you disrespect the rules he once expected you to obey. Well, today, your mother asked me to help set you kids back on the straight and narrow. From now on, you will do what you know is right, or I will personally blister your bare bottoms with whatever I deem necessary. I will say with what, in what position, and for how long you will be spanked, and your mother has promised me free hand. Is that clear?"

Appearing somewhat surprised, but also like they knew this day would come, each one replied solemnly, "Yes, sir."

"Jason Junior, you know you have certain responsibilities around the house. For two years now, you have neglected those responsibilities, but no more. Today, you will serve as an example of the manner in which I will most commonly spank you. Go get your desk chair, please."

"But, sir, you just told us. It's not fair."

"Son, you have known for two years what you should have been doing. Those words further demonstrate your mother was also right that you want to be in control. As a result, you will also serve as an example of the most uncommon way in which I will spank you children. Now! Go get that chair!"

Moments later, Jason returned. "Please place the chair in the center of the room, facing the window." I assumed my position in the chair, "Jason Junior, approach the front of the chair, lower your pants to your ankles (waiting), now your briefs, please bend over my lap. Jacob and Misty turn and face the chair. You are now seeing your brother's naked butt as he will soon see yours, and you shall many times again in the near future see each others'. Don't be surprised."

SMACK! I struck Jason's bare behind firmly on one side, then the other--SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Slowly and methodically, I slapped his bare behind all over until the entire surface of his buttocks, front and sides, was entirely red. Even bluing, in some places. Jason Junior was soon a broken, stammering, young man, "Plee--eeea--ass---eee! I will behave."

"Yes, you will. Now stand up." Jason stood up, but it was not over. "Lay across the seat of that chair as you just did my lap," I instructed him, as I removed the thin leather dress belt from my slacks.

Jason, knowing what was about to happen, started to plead, but saw the look in my eyes, and complied. His flaming red cheeks were about to be treated to some whelps. SMACK! SMACK! Methodically, I brought the belt down on his cheeks, leaving horizontal stripes in my wake. Jason was now squirming, crying louder, but we were not finished. Twenty-five times the belt cracked--SMACK! SMACK! Then I had told him to face the opposite direction, and I started in again. Fifty stripes in total. When I was finished, Jason laid crying for many minutes aferward to recover. His butt was now fully swollen, but he hadn't been abused. Tomorrow, he might still have a few whelps, the day after there would be none.

Silently, we all went our own directions. The children knew now who was in charge but, kids will be kids, and each would receive many more spankings before their lives would end.