I looked at Jason through the rear view mirror.
''Will Jason get the cane Daddy'' my daughter asked.
''Be quiet'' Jason shouted at her.
I looked again at the boys face. He was so cute looking wiht that new hair style. It showed off his blond hair.
Jason looked glum and was staring back at me. He could see that I was looking at him. He looked at me with his begging expression.
''I'll decide when we get home''. I announced with a stern voice.
Jason had been a nuisance at his gandparents it is true. OK six year olds find it hard to sit still but he must learn his table manners and soon. The childrens mother was visiting her sick aunt for the week so there was plenty of time available to me for Jasons 'training'.
We had been married for six months nearly and I had replaced Jason's stick with a thin but very flexible junior cane which I had ordered over the net shortly before the family moved in to my place. His mother had stopped spanking Jason altogether now. I was sole disciplinarian in the house. She had also stopped slapping Jason on the face. I had hated that since I first saw it in the mall that day. If there was any slapping or spanking to give young Jason it would be me that would administer it. With a small but nicley shaped bottom like Jason had there was rarely the need to slap his pretty young face. I only resorted ot that to i, press my mates from time to time. They envied the responsibility and power I had over Jason I think.
I took full advantage of my position of authority to ensure that Jason was a good boy and well behaved. He was already good at following orders after only six months. I was convinced that it was the terrible sting that the cane inflicted on his soft buttocks that made his so obedient. Jason would run and fetch things for me and was quite good at serving the cold beers that my mates and I had enjoyed this week. When Jason has spilt some over my mate Tom's levis he had been told to stand in the corner with his pants and underwear 'at half mast'. That had been before the three strokes of the cane which I let Tom give Jason across Tom's knee. Jason has squeeled. He hates that cane.
Now I could see Jason fidgetting in his seat wondering whether I would be caning him or not.
TBC.......................