Will Jason Get the Cane 5


by Rosewood

George continued to rub Jason's fine thirteen year old bottom, it was smooth and still free of hair. George did not understand why his mate allowed him to spank Jason but he enjoyed the experience hugely.

''Have you been a good boy this week, Jason'' George began.

''yes sir, I have I think'' jason replied in his most innocent voice.

''what have you done that I would find naughty young man?'' George teased.

At this point Jason knew that he had to play along. It might make George happy and the whacking he was going to receive with the dreaded wooden spoon less painful.

''I did not do well in math this week sir'' Jason began. George rubbed the boys soft right buttock a little faster and more firml.

''go on please'', the man said and Jason squimed on his lap.

''Keep both hands on the carpet and stop wriggling Jason'' George said whilst landing a firm hand spank on the right cheek. He enjoyed the feel and view of his hand rising on Jasons white flesh in a pink color.

''I pushed Tracy Hibbert in the school hall and was rude to dad'' Jason went on.

Jason tried to work out how hard the whacks would be from the list of crimes he was offering his dad's friend. He knew from past meetings like this that he would be sore by the time George completed his punishment.

''What about the deal where you would come and cut my grass on Wednesday'' George asked.

''what deal'' the boy asked innocently, ''I didn't know I had to come over to your house....please I didn't sir''

George took his hand off the boys bottom and then landed another firm whack on the same spot on the soft white cheek.

''Well this wednesday you will cut the grass wearing your thong, a short teeshirt, white socks and trainers, I think'' george continued to toment the boy.

The wooden spoon whacking was given until the men were satisfied that Jason's bottom was red enough and Jason was sreaming in pain. Jason's dad turned off the camcorder for the men to watch later.

Wednesday.

''I came as soon as I could sir, but I had to complete my homework first'' Jason apologised to George who stood at his front door.

''Well come in and lets get on with it. I hope you remembered the thong under those jeans''.

So that he would not annoy george Jason had worn a cut off teeshirt which only came halfway down his back. The thong was there all right. Jason still hated the way he could feel the jeans fabric rubbing on his naked butt as he walked. If his friends knew what he was wearing under them he would necre be able to look them in the face again.

''Well dont just stand there come on in and get those pants off.''

George watched as the boy took his jeans off. He loved watching the young boy strip in front of him. Jason was told to go to the icebox and get George a beer and himself a soft drink. The yard work would be tough and it was a warm day. George had sent his wife off to the stores and so he would be able to enjoy his time with this cute looking teen uninterupted. He knew his wife would not approve of a boy, or anyone of Jasons age, walking about half naked in the yard.

George let out a gasp as Jason pulled the jeans down over his lovely bottom cheeks. They were covered in thin red lines.

''WgHat happened Jason?'' George asked, as if he did not know.

@@I got my spellings wrong just before I left the house so dad gave me the cane'' Jason said. He looked down at his feet and was embarrased.

''Well if you do not do the yard as I want it I think I may have to borrow your dad's cane....you wouldn't like that would you young man'' Geoarge continued.

''No sir'' Jason replied.

''Well off you go and fetch the drinks''

As Jason left the room George smiled at the sight of thcute boy with his bottom striped with red cane weals and thought that he would enjoy the afternoon een better.

His camcorder was set up in the upstair's room to get a fine film of the boy cutting the grass. With each return journey the boys cute face would be on view and with each outward march with the mowing machine the teens bottom would be recored.


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