Holidays 5


by Rosewood

The next thing I knew there was a knock at my door. I opened my eyes and noticed the sun light streaming in through the curtains. Another fine day lay ahead.

I remembered that Jason was bringing me my tea this morning so I called for him to enter.

Jason was dressed in his sleeping boxer shorts. His hair was neatly combed, I noticed with a smile. he was clearly out to create a good impression and avoid the wooden spoon for as long as possible.

Jason smiled and I asked him if Jake and Simon were being good in the other room. I could not hear any noise and was pleased about that. As Jason placed the tea by my bed I told him to send Simon in to see me. Jason looked relieved and left the room. I heard him saying to Simon. ''Daddy wants to see you in his room''and I could imagine the look of concern that would appera on the seven year old's face.

A few seconds later Simon came slowly into my room.

''Shut the door boy and come and stand near me'' I ordered. ''Jason tells me that you are not being a good boy today'' I lied.

''I am being good Daddy'' Simon replied, his young eyes beginning to water.

''Go to your room immediately and bring me the fly swat'' I shouted. Simon turned and ran from the room. When he returned to my room Simon was already starting to cry gently.

''Give that to me'' I pointed at the plastic fly swat, '' then come over my knee''.

My youngest son handed mt the fly swat and climed onto the bed. I pointed my legs out in front of me and Simon struggled across my thighs. I adjusted myself until I was comfortable and Simon's small white brief clad bottom was over the middle of my thighs. I placed my hands in the sides of his briefs and uncovered his small white bottom cheeks. His skin was clera and smooth. I placed the swat on his bottom and then reached over wioth my left arm to collect my cup of tea. I sat motionless sipping my tea with the swatter resting on the centre of Simons bottom.

Afgter a few minutes the tea was gone and I returned the cup to the bedside cabinet.

''Little boys do not argue with their daddy's do they boy'' I asked Simon.''No sir'' he replied softly.

''Well I think you need a little stinging bottom to help you remember that then... don't you'' I asked playufully

''No Daddy...I am very sorry''Simon relpied hoping that his apology would avoid tyhe coming pain.

''never mind..''I said ''remember that if you reach back to cover your naughty bottom I will ask Jason to come and hold your hands and I will swat for much longer'' I warned the youngster.

I whipped the fly swatter down and a red mark apperade immedialtle ion the young boy's bottom.

''Oweee'' owee' he cried.

I swatted again and then started my usual rapid fire swats. In the end Simon always reaches back to protect his young bottom flesh. I always whack until he does. That is how he earns a further spanking a little later in the morning.

Sure enough after anout thirty fast whacks with the pliable plastic swat Simon's right hand reached back and he tried to protect his burning bottom.

I grabbed his hand away and held it with my left hand in the middle of his back whilst I swatted again and agin as he writhed on my lap and cried out in agony. The swatter was making a fire on his skin and his flesh was becomming very red.

I stopped whippinmg my ypungest son and began to rub his bottom with my hand.

It toook a good five minutes before Simon was calm enough to go to the corner. I admired my handiwork and laid back on the cushions to rest before rising. Simon sobbed quietly in the corner. I called to Jason who returned to the room, glanced at his brother and then took the te cup to the kitchen where he would was it up.

''Inot your shorts and teeshirts for breakfast with you and Jake'' I called after Jason

''Yes sir'' he peplied as he walked off down the hallway.

The boys had set the breakfast table and were standing behind their chairs waiting for me when I finally entered the dining room. Simon looks very sorry for himself. His bottom was propably stinging quite badly.

My sons do not sit until I have sat. It is a little formality which I insist on. I think it is important that boys learn defference to their elders.

Teh boys talked softly to each other during breakfast. I do not allow raised voices or excitement at table.

Outside it was another beautiful day. I could feel the temperature rising.

Jason and Jake would be hoping for permission to return to their rooms soon to change into their swimming briefs and out to the pool. I had other plans for the morning.

One of them would spoend the morning at their lessons followed by an inevitable punishment caning. I had packed many school work books for the vacation and I intended to get good value for money from them.

I studied Jason and Jake closely. It would be one of them. Each boy had washed and brushed his hair in an effort to please me. They were both so cute.

Jake had talked about having some swimming races and that gave me another idea for some amusement later in the day. I would get Jason to do fifty legths of the pool faster than he had done them before. I would have the cane at my side to encourage success.

I told Simon that he may leave the table and go and get changed out of his little shorts. The other two boys looked at each other nervously.

''Jason'' I asked of the eldest ''are you dressed properly today''

''Yes sir'' Jason relpied blushing a little.

''Come here'' I spoke softly.

Jason stood, pushed his chair neatly under the table and came over tome.''Turn around'' I ordered.''Stand still''

I reached into the waistband of his shorts. He glanced across the table at Jake. I pulled the waistband out away from Jasons back and looked down into the crease of his 13 year old bottom. The mounds were really starting to develop now, nicely curving away from the boy's back. He was without his underwear.

''Very good....you may go'' I told him and Jason left quietly and a little embarrased at his inspection.

I looked across at Jake and thought that I detected a little smile on his face....but it quickly disappeared as his eyes met mine.

''Jake...'' I stared at the ten year old. ''You will do maths and then have a spelling test.. go to your room and wait for me...fetch the cane from Jasons room please''.

Jake looked completely forlorn. He wanted to protest but he dare not. he rose from the table and as he left the dining room I studied each tightly bound buttock cheek flexing inside his tight blue cotton shorts.


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