Once upon a time
It seemed to me, watching my dad, who was watching William during that first holiday after the wedding, that dad was waiting for reasons to take William off alone to the hotel room that my new 7 year old brother and I were sharing. That would leave me with the freinds I had made grinning at what was going to happen to William.
Sarah did not seem to object. I do not know why. I fancised sarah. She had medium length blond hair and wore a wonderful scent, She had a great body in her bikini and she had started to give me kisses on my cheak. She was pleased that William had an older brother inluence in his life I think.
I was also turned on by the sight which I was getting used to when William and I got ready for the evening meals in the hotel. We both had to shower. Dad left the slipper which he now used on William, in clear view on the dresser in our room and I had a good view of William's reddened bottom as he walked to and from the shower. Dad asked me to help William with his hair so I also got to see his small butt whilst I rubbed the shampoo into his hair.
I started to see and remember the expressions which Dad would get when William would start to annoy him. I guess that I had been trained well by Dad and he was not used to an annoying little boy. He was not a patient man and I was pleased that I could read his mood even though William could not. William was a strong willed boy and I admired that, but there could only be one winner in the battle and that was going to be dad.
When I saw dad hauling William off to our room I wondered if he said the same thing that he had said to me when I was William's age''when I get you to your room I am going to pull your pants down and smack your bottom until it hurts'' I guessed he told William '' now you are going to get extras for making such a fuss''. I hated 'extras' as they were always given when Dad thought that my bottom was ''red enough'' and they hurt like crazy, the plastic backed slipped burning my young bottom flesh.
One evening when William's face was still wet with tears sarah came in to say goodnight. I was in my pyjamas in bed and so was William. he started to cry and told his mum about his spanking. She just replied that if he was a good boy he would not be punished. I could tell that dad had the upper hand as usual. That night I asked William if he wnated to getinto my bed until we had to turn out the light and I hugged him. I think it made him feel better.
It is strange but that night I started to think about what it must feel like to have a small boy bent across your knee with his bottom bared for a spanking. I guessed it must be a feeling of power.
I continued to be fascinated by the sight of William's small round bottom showing marks form Dad's punishments and why he was not learning how to avoid them faster. All to soon the holiday was over and we were heading home.
Back home school was due to start the following week. William's room was next to mine and some evenings when he was due for a punishment I left me door open so I could hear the crying. Sometimes I could even hear the 'whap' as the slipper hit William's bottom before the first cry.
William was going into the junior section of my school, a private 'day' school. It was possible to be a boarder at the school and when I asked dad if I could stay at school when I was about ten, he repiled ''no, I want to keep an eye on you''.
One of the many perils for the students at my school was the weekly merit reports. These were cards that were given out on a Friday showing how we had worked in each subject. They were a convenient excuse for dad (and I think many other fathers) to get out the slipper at bedtimes. I hated Fridays.
I did not think it would be long before I was treated to the sound of my new brother earning a 'Friday session ' with the slipper. As I walked with him on the first day of the new term I thought of warning him about the report cards but, as I studied his small rounded bottom in the tight grey shorts Dad had bought for him, I decided not to.
TBC.....