When Bens dad got really sick we agreed that I would move in to help take care of Ben.
Ever since Bens mum left three years ago Dave has never so much as dated another woman. The relationship ended so badly that I do not think he wanted the difficulty of another woman in he or Ben's life. Ben's mum had always intervened with Dave's plans for Ben, she claimed that he pushed the boy too hard, why did Ben have to get up so early in the mornings to join his dad for the daily jogging and finally if ben did not want to do extra hoemwork why should he, none of the other kids did.
Dave had had quite enough and I think he had enjoyed the last fwe years of peace.
Dave was not unkind or anything. If Ben had been my son I would have given the eleven year old plenty to cry about.
Anyway it was agreed that I would move in with Dave and ben. Ben has always resented the way his father and I are buddies. Sometimes when I ask Ben to do a chore I can tell by the way he looks at his dad with that 'do I have to do what Ray says' expresssion that he would rather tell me where to get off. Dave always takes my side and I guess it is only normal for ben to dislike that.
Now Dave is going into hospital. He will be there for some weeks while they run tests so I will be taking care of Ben. Ben could have gone to his grandparents place in another state but with schoool and all I suggested to Dave that ben and I would be OK.
Dave told Ben that I would have his spanking stick and that he (Ben) should beware as he reckoned that I might be using it. AND I WOULD BE.
That evening I entered the bedroom that was turned over to me in Dave's house.
I smiled at the prospect of the next half hour. Ben stood, his hands on his hair, that lovely wavy blond hair that from behind made him look like a girl,, shorts pulled up tightly as he had been told and the seam of his tight cotton shorts stretched between and dividing the matching halves of his bottom. Ben is quite thin at the waist with a pert and well-pronounced bottom, the two peaks of which poke out seductively from the boy's back
Ben turned his head as I closed the door. ''Stand up straight and face the wall'' I shouted and he almost jumped.
Ben rarely cries when his Dad spanks him. I like that.
He takes it 'like a man'.
I wlaked over to the boy. I would have that young bottom stinging, he needed a fire on his bottom.
I collected the paddle and walked closed to ben. He stood still.
I reached in front of his waist and undid the button of his shorts. I unzipped the fly and with one hand eased the shorts down his thighs. The skin of Bens thighs was pale and unblemished, completely smooth.
Bens white briefs were all that stood between me and his young bottom. I could see the shape and the color of the skin thru the fabric.
I placed my fingers in the waistband of the briefs and felt the warmth of Bens skin. I slid his briefs down slowly until they rested at the top of his thigh just below the crease of his buttock cheeks. I could sense ben's nervousness and he moved , only slighty.
I ordered the boy ot stand still and made sure that my breath could be felt on his neck.
I out my right hand on Ben's right bottom cheek and cupped it completely in my hand. I tightened my grip and felt the wondeful senstaion of the boy's smooth bottom muscle in between my grip. I let go and repeated the process, this time with the left cheek.
I ran my fore finger in between bens crack and he remained still, to my surprise. It must have been tough for the boy to stay in position with me touching him like this. I heard a faint snuffle but he held back the tears.
''Come here over my knee now, you naughty boy'' I said to ben as I turned him round and led him gently to the side of my bed. I could see that Ben was close to tears but I had waited for this moment for so long that nothing was going to stop me giving the boy a long hard spanking.
I positioned ben so that his upper body and arms were lying on the bed, his bottom was over my left thigh and I pushed my right knee across the back of his legs to keep him in postion. I ordered Ben to place his arms outstetched in front of him and warned him that if the reached back or moved his arms I would spank him for longer. I kew it would be hard for Ben to keep from reaching back as I had already decided that I would paddle him on the same part of his bottom repeatedly and that the fire would soon start to sting.
Ben's dads paddle is long and thin, only two inches wirde and I placed it just under the boys peaks. I would be rubbing better after the spanking. I wanted Ben to feel me playing with the peaks of his bottom whilst the stinging continued to burn just below them. I had Ben get up and place a cushion on my leg before climbing back across my knee. This way his bottom wiich I considered to be too flat over my knee was raised up higher giving a better shot at the part I was to be paddling.
I lifted the paddle and, with a great deal of excitement and pleasure I whapped it down on the young boys bottom. Ben jumped and cried out 'oweeee', a red mark rose on his pale skin and his back jerked up in resonse to the pain. My eyes raced between the boy's bottom and his rarms as I .ooked to see if the moved them, but he hadn't.
'Keep still boy,'' I oredered.
Let's see if the next stroke can bring a movement of his arms as well as another jerk of his body, I thought as I smiled to myself and raised the paddle for another shot.
That was the first time I spanked Ben and I enjoyed the experience a graet deal. Over the following weeks Ben became a very obedient boy. He did not trouble his Dad with complaints about his spankings when we visited the hospital, I was glad of that.
In fact, although I enjoyed spanking Ben on a regular basis I was careful that the marks had gone before he set off to school the next day.
I never left Dave's house. But that is another story for another day.
Sleep well little boy. Your bottom will feel better tomorrow.