Holidays One


by Rosewood

I knew that my seven year old was so excited about finally arriving at the houes I had rented for the month that he would quickly forget all that I had told him about not running around the side of the pool or jumping in. I watched as Simon ran to catch up with his two brothers. His tiny blue swim briefs hugged his tiny bottom tightly, enhancing the small round buttocks, the stretched nylon pulling each half together.

I went into the room he was to share with Jake and Jason reached in the top drawer and took out the plastic fly swat and my small wooden spoon. I placed them on top of his bed, went to get a beer and sat at the window watching the three boys.

Each summer I take the boys away for a month. My ex wife gets a break that way.

Every year I pack some implements to use when disciplining the boys. Their mother is too soft on them.

I do not have a favourite, each of the boys is different. They each respond to my chosen punishment methods in their own way.

It's true that Simon, as the youngest cries the loudest.

When I catch him running around the side of the pool and jumping in I will call him inside. We will go to his room and I will shut the door behind us. Simon will see the fly swat and spoon and he'll start to whine. I can easily hold him and get him across my lap. He will go over my left leg and I will clamp his legs with my right. This is the most effective way of preventing a small boy wriggling too much. I will probably have to hold his hands with my left hand. Unlike the older boys he has not yet learned to keep his hands away from his bottom. But that will come.

I will pull his briefs down and off his small bottom.

I rarely spend time rubbing. Not enough surface to bother with.

I will use the fly swat first. It is so whippy and although it does not redden the skin like the spoon, it evokes a series of high pitched screaches as the sting sets fire to his bottom.

Simon will bawl or some time during the swatting. After a while I will probably switch to the spoon and give one side of the boys bottom an extra whacking. When his bottom is red enough and he is crying freely I will stop the spanking.

I have to hold Simon afterwards until he is calm.

I will stand him up but keep hold of one of his hands. I will lift him onto the top of his bed, lie him on his tummy and pull his briefs right off. His bottom will be red but not bruised. I will replace the swat and spoon in their place ready for the next time.

I will leave the room telling him to stay like that until I come and get him up. I will remind him of my instructions not to jump int the pool.

As I leave I wll close the door and listen to the boy sobbing. This will not be the way he hoped the first hour of his holiday would go and there will be a whole month in front of us.

I will need to visit my bathroom and then go back to my beer and watch Jake closely. It would not be the first time away with me that all three boys spend their first siesta on their beds displaying sore and very red bottoms.

Next time...Jake.


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