Mr Jones had adopted the 9 year old boy earlier that year. The boy had been a difficult child to find a home for and when Mr Jones offered to give the lad shelter the adoption agency were glad to accept his offer once they had carried out the usual checks on the mans background. Jones was a man of good character but, unknown to the authorities, he often fantasised about bringing up children his way even though he had no kids of his own. His marriage had ended in divorce, childless, some 5 years earlier.
9 year old Terry had been difficult from the start and Jones had had occasion to spank him soundly on several occasions during his first week of residence. Spanking seemed ineffective and so an old gym slipper was put to use again with limited effectiveness. Terrys behaviour was usually simply childish naughtiness but this time it was more serious. Mr Jones had been called to the school Terry attended and was told that the boy had taken two sandwiches off another child and when the other child had complained Terry had hit him, causing his mouth to bleed. Jones knew this moment would eventually arrive and had fantasised many times how he would deal with it when it did.
Consequently Terry now stood in front of his dad (as he knew Mr Jones). Dad was seated on the sofa and Terry, clad in hooped t shirt and a very short pair of blue shorts faced him.
I am going to whip you Terry dad had said in a matter of fact manner. I have given you a home and this is how you repay me. Terry shuffled nervously. His dad had slippered and spanked him before but the mention of whip made him very nervous. He started to cry softly. Stop blubbering dad had ordered, but the boy was now quite scared of his impending punishment. Dad rose from the sofa, left the room and walked out of the house to the barn located at the rear of the building. He entered the barn and picked up the brand new horsewhip he had purchased shortly after adopting Terry. He had waited patiently for the day he would have the opportunity to use it on the child.
He re entered the house and strode back into the lounge where the sniffling boy still stood. Terry turned round when he heard dad enter the lounge and gasped when he saw the whip in his hand. Fearing the worst he fell to his knees and clasped his hands together in the traditional pleading posture. Please dont whip me dad, PLEASE. Ill be good, honest. He broke down in floods of tears, still pleading with his dad for leniency.
Dad was unmoved. In fact he was secretly enjoying this little scenario. This was his fantasy coming to life. And he would act it out whenever the child stepped out of line. Glaring down at the still kneeling, weeping Terry he ordered in the sternest voice he could muster Get to your feet. Terry rose. Dad sat back down in the sofa cradling the whip. Dad was determined to enjoy this situation to the full and decided he would prolong the childs discomfort by delivering a lecture. Firstly however he would have the boy prepare for his thrashing. Take off your shirt and shorts he ordered. The child tearfully complied. He stood, now clad only in a pair of tiny tight yellow briefs. I will not have you stealing from children at school, nor will I have you hitting other children. That sort of behaviour warrants a very severe beating. I intend to teach you a lesson you will remember for a very long time. He stood. Take off your pants he commanded. Terry tearfully removed the yellow briefs which he had hoped he would be allowed to keep on during his forthcoming ordeal.
Now totally naked the child again fell to his knees and grasped his dads legs. PLEASE DAD he implored PLEASE dont whip me!! I promise to be good. I really do Dad simply ordered the boy to get up onto his feet.
Youve promised to be good before, Terry and Ive been lenient with you and this is what happens. You are going to learn a very painful lesson. Lay on the sofa on your back. The child obeyed. Now raise your legs in the air as far as you can and put your hands around them. Terry raised his legs so far they were almost touching his face. He put his arms around his legs and clasped his hands together. You will get 12 lashes for stealing and 12 for hitting the other child. You will stay in this position until I tell you to move. If you move out of position I will give you 4 extra lashes each time it happens. Do you understand? The boy nodded. I cant hear you dad said.
Through his tears Terry sniffled that he understood and then closed his eyes tight shut and awaited the first lash. The child heard the swish of the whip fractionally before it landed. He gasped as the pain seared through him. A second swish, then the impact and Terry squealed. A third then a fourth quickly fell and the boy started pleading for his dad to stop but dad was unmoved. PLEEEEZZZZ DAD, NO M-M-MORE IT—AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! as the fifth landed. PLEEEEZZZZ, OHHH PLL-PLL—AAAAHHHHH!!! Number six. Dad was methodical. The lashes landed close to each other but never seemed to land on a previous stripe. Finally the first twelve had been administered and dad put down the whip. That will do for today he announced the remaining 12 will be administered in one weeks time. That will give you something to think about at school and hopefully will remind you to behave properly. Now get up and stand in the centre of the room with your hands on your head.
The weeping child gingerly rose from his punishment position and, as ordered, stood in the middle of the lounge hands on head. Dad switched on the television, adjusted the volume so he could not hear his sons weeping, and settled back to enjoy a program about motoring.