Bens Training Continues


by Anonymous

Once upon a time it was a very warm humid day and a slim ten year old was struggling with a heavy mower.

Ben looked back down the yard towards Ray. He noticed Ray looking at his watch. Only half the lawn was done and Ben did not know how much time he had left to complete the chore. He was tired. Perspiration fell from his brow. He pushed his hair back up over his forehead.

Ray had only allowed Ben a small piece of toast for his breakfast whilst Ray had enjoyed ham and eggs. Ray spent the whole of breakfast moaning about how the allowance which Bens gran provided from Bens dad's estate was insufficient for the two of them to enjoy eggs every day.

Ben knew not to respond, it would have led to yet another punishment and he desperately wanted to get away from the man and enjoy some free time with the freinds he had not yet been allowed to play with. He could also still feel a pain in his bottom, not helped by the fact that the shorts were tight and pulling his tender bottom cheeks close together. Ray was greatly entertained by the sight of Ben wearing nothing but a pair of white shorts, so tight they pushed Ben's little bottom out, making it appear even more pert than it already was, sneakers and short white socks. He could see that the boy was having difficulty moving the mower, but it will make him stronger, Ray decided.

Suddenly he saw Ray turn and go inside the house. Ray had taken the glass of beer inside as well. The paddle was also missing from the table. Ben carried on as best he could.

A few minutes later ben heard the sound of a whistle blowing. At first he could not see where the sound was coming from but then he looked up at his bedroom and saw ray standing at the window with a small silver whistle in his mouth.

Ray beckoned at the small hot boy.

Ben stopped pushing the mower and went into the house and slowly up the stairs to his room.

Ray had put the whsitle down.

''Well my boy...you have not finished the grass cutting on time.''

Ben started to cry. This was totally unfair. He had tred his very best to please ray and he had not been allowed enough time to complete the chore.

''Ray, I tried my best....please ... pleeees don't punish me...I can go and finish the job now. I won't have any lunch until it is done but....please don't spank me with that''.

Ray stood in front of the small scared child tapping the hard plastic paddle in his left palm.

''You will bend over the lap now Ben....no arguing''

''But please...please let me finish the job. I will work harder''

''Its too late for begging now. Over my lap now or else it will be worse for you you little scamp'' Ray laughed.

A now freely crying Ben, wearing only sneakers, white socks and his white shorts, climbed over the man's fat thighs.

Ray looked down at the attractive small rounded bottom cheeks. He grabbed at the waistband of the shorts and pulled hard in the centre so that the shorts rode up in between the boy's two buttocks.

Ray smoothed the tight material. He knew that Ben's bottom must still be sore from the hard paddling he had administered the previous evening.

Ben sobbed over Ray's knee.

Ray lifted the paddle and swished it WHACK onto the middle of Ben's right bottom cheek. Ben wailed in pain. Ray repeated the whack six times on the same spot in the middle of Ben's right buttock, always pulling the seam of the shorts into Ben's bottom. The combination of the pain in between his legs from the biting of the seam of the shorts and the fire concentrated on his right bottom cheek caused agony for Ben who wailed openly.

When he was satisfied that Bens bottom was sufficiently reddened Ray lifted Ben up and put the still crying boy onto the bed.

Ray pulled the curtains closed and left the room.

Later that day Ray went into Bens room and told the now calm boy that he could dress in underwear and jeans and teeshirt and go to see if his friends wanted to come and play in the yard.

Ray was interested in meeting Ben's freinds and he also wanted the house quiet for a while. He had already planned to fetch the cane he had ordered on the www from its hiding place and to put it in a prominent position where Ben and his freinds could not fail to notice it when he invited the boys into the house for a cool glass of lemonade later in the afternoon.

With a warning to Ben not to be out for long (without specifying a time he should return with his freinds) Ray watched with satisfaction as Ben left the house half an hour later. Ray was convinced that the boy was walking more carefully and stiffly than he had been when he was in the yard earlier in the day. Perhaps that is the effect of whacking I gave that cute little bottom, Ray thought to himself.

With the boy now out of the house Ray began to look for a suitable place to display his new thin cane. It would have to be a public part of the house where anyone visiting would be sure to notice it.


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