A Neighbours Advice


by Slippering Dad

Jim Carter banged the pint glass down onto the bar.

"What's up Jim?.......you seem a bit rattled this evening!"

Jim smiled ruefully at his neighbour who was standing next to him at the bar.

"It's my bloody boys! as soon as I got in from work their Mother was moaning about what they've done today.......we had a big row over it, she says the boys are out of hand.......I had to come to the pub' to get some peace!"

Collin Broadbent, Jims neighbour who lived three houses away, shook his head in disbelief.

"Don't you give them a hiding Jim?"

Jim shook his head.

"No Collin, I'm afraid that if I did I'd go too far and hurt them, anyway, they're too young to thump!"

Collin sighed loudly.

"I don't mean that kind of hiding you bloody fool, I mean the kind my three get.....a warmed arse!"

"Do you beat your boys?!"

"No Jim, I don't beat them, I punish them, beating is what you were thinking about. There's a vast difference between some bullying bastard thumping his kid's and me warming their backsides!.......my three know that if they go too far they'll find themselves over the arm of a chair and my hand giving them something to think about!"

Jim grinned and held out his hand.

"I can't see this doing much good!"

Collin joined in the laughter.

"That's the trouble with you 'office boys'.....soft! I can see you never do any work!"

"Just because you've got hands like bloody shovels!"

Collin glanced down at his own open palm. He was a builder and his big hands were hard and strong. Jim could well imagine that a hefty slap from one of those flat hands would hurt.......his own soft palm seemed to lack the same impact!

"Seriously Jim, how old are your two, ten?, tweleve?......even your lilly white hand would sting a bare backside, but if you're frightened to spoil your best feature use something!......a slipper or a ruler......there's plenty of things you can use!"

Jim tilted his head as though in thought.

"Do you ever use anything?"

Collin nodded.

"Sometimes, 'specially on Rob the eldest.......he might be fifteen and my hand can still get him squirming, but I've got an old Army gymshoe from my service days, believe me, that makes him cry!.......if you take my advice you'll go home and see to your two, I bet Sally will be only too pleased.......never know your luck, she might reward you in bed tonight!"

Jim snorted.

"I should be so lucky!........she's always 'too tired'!"

However Jim swallowed down his remaining beer and said a more cheerful 'goodnight' to his neighbour. As he strolled home he decided that he would give the boys something to think about, the only question was what to use on their young bottoms..................

When he entered the sitting room the noise was almost deafening. His wife was sitting by the fire with the wireless on very loud, attempting to listen over the din of the two boys. John the eldest was wearing his pyjamas and squating on the mat by the fire, bits of model ship were scattered over the floor. David the younger boy was wearing just vest and underpants, he too was on the mat in front of the fire, his comic crumpled and torn. The boys were fighting over who had 'more room' on the mat. Jim closed his eyes then shouted.

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!"

The two boys stopped in amazement.

"John, go and fetch my briefcase from under the stairs!"

The older boy rose sulkily to his feet and pushed past his Father to go into the hall. He returned moments later holding the briefcase. His Father took it from him and placing it on the table he opened it and withdrew a thick wooden ruler. Twisting a hard chair around he sat down.

"Come here david!........QUICKLY!"

The younger boy slowly stood up and stepped across to his Father. To his surprise he suddenly found himself firmly grabbed and hauled down across his Dad's lap, then, he felt his pants being tugged and dragged down at the back. Jim, glancing down at the small pink bottom now raised above his right thigh, raised the ruler and quickly snapped it down onto the bare flesh.

'SMACK!'

The boy yelled, experiencing for the first time from his Dad, something unpleasant and painful. As the ruler made contact again the boy kicked and wriggled attempting to slip off of his Fathers knees. A firm grip around his waist and the more rapid and harder application of the ruler soon stopped the attempted escape. Jim cracked the wooden ruler down with some force and bright red stripes coloured the pink flesh. After twenty four hefty smacks the boys bottom was reddened from crown to thighs and he was crying and sobbing.

Jim hoisted the boy to his feet, watching as he hopped about clutching at his burning backside.

"That's what you get for your behaviour today!........and that's what you'll get every time from now on.........now go and say 'sorry' to Mummy then sit down quietly!"

John, who had watched the whole thing with a growing sense of horror stood silently on the mat, white faced and shaking.

"John!........your turn! come here boy!"

The older boy made no attempt to move, instead he started whining,

"No Dad, it was HIS fault.......don't hit me with that Dad......it's not fair"

Standing up Jim crossed to his son and hauled him across to the chair, then sitting down he ordered the boy to take down his pyjama trousers. Already crying loudly the older boy tugged them down.

"Over my knees...........you saw David!"

Snivelling, the boy lowered himself across his Fathers knees. Without a word Jim commenced the spanking. This time he smacked the ruler down much harder on the older boys pink bottom. The effect was instantanious, loud yelps filled the room as the hard wood slapped against the tender flesh of the boys backside.

'SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!'

John wriggled and squirmed but to no avail, the assault on his young buttocks continued until his bottom too was scarlet, both cheeks glowing. After thirty very hard strokes the boy was lifted to his feet.

"You can stop that silly noise!........if it hurts it's your own fault, now you know what to expect next time you play up!"

The sobbing boy slowly pulled up his pyjamas.

"Now get up to bed both of you.......one single sound and I'll be up there with the ruler again!"

The two brothers quickly left the room and their footsteps could be heard climbing the stairs. For the first time there was silence from above.

"Well, well, well!!!!.........about time!"

Jim blushed slightly at his wifes words. She sat staring at her husband.

"You don't mind then?"

"No I don't! it's high time you took those two in hand, and you can leave that ruler at home when you go to work!........now that you've started I'm going to keep up the good work!"

Later that night as they lie in bed, Jim felt his wife pressing against him. Softly, in the darkness she whispered,

"You were very manly when you dealt with the boys......I liked that......"

Jim felt a hand gently feeling at the front of his pyjamas.

"Did you now?"

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

"If this is the result I think those boys will be feeling the ruler quite often!"

Fingers eased his now stiff member out of the slit in his pyjamas.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


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