Gordon Thompson, an old and now deceased friend, was some years ago involved with an unmarried mother who had a son, Colin. Colin was just 5 when the relationship began. Sadly Gordons friend contracted cancer (she was a heavy smoker) and died some 30 months later. The last 2 months of her life were spent in the local hospice. She was obviously concerned about young Colins welfare, Colin was now 7 and a few months old. Gordon had, he once confided in me, fantasised about "disciplining" Colin who was a lively and mischievous lad. His mother spanked him when he was younger but as the cancer began to take hold and she became weaker she became more and more lax. She allowed Gordon to spank the boy but Gordon felt the child needed a more methodical discipline. His friend had asked, when they both knew she was dying, if he would take care of Colin when she was gone.
Gordon had played out a little ritual with the boy that evening. Colin knew his mum wasnt going to come back home and there were three alternatives. He could continue living in the family home, in the charge of Gordon. He could be bought up in one of the local childrens homes. Or possibly he could go and live with an aunt ( his mums sister) who lived somewhere up north. Colin had chosen to stay with Gordon even though he knew Gordon was already much stricter with the spankings than his mum and also in spite of the fact that Gordon had explained that now he was getting older he really must improve his behaviour or be severely punished.
Gordons first opportunity to act out his fantasies came one evening after a visit to the hospice. Colin had become bored at just sitting by his mums bedside and had firstly started to fidget, then to complain about being bored and finally started to get up and begin to wander around. Gordon had lost patience and had roughly grabbed his arm and led him to his car, ordering him to wait there until he had finished his visit. He then returned to the room where Colins mum lay and continued to re assure her that he would take care of everything. When the visit was over he went back to his car and noticed Colin had been crying. The boy muttered "sorry dad" which is what he now called Gordon. Instead of comforting the child Gordon had simply snapped "Be quiet I will deal with you when we get home".
The drive home was completed in silence and Gordon stole the occasional surreptitious glance at the boy by means of his rear view mirror, the boy being seated in the back of the car. Colin was dressed the way Gordon liked. Thin white cotton t shirt, brief light blue shorts and white ankle socks. Gordon was slightly concerned that he felt a slight stirring in his groin at the thought of the impending punishment.
On arriving home Gordon got out of the car, having parked it on the drive, went to the rear door and opened it. He grasped Colin by the arm and led him to the door, inserted his key and pulled the boy into the house behind him. He ordered Colin to take off his plimsolls, as was the rule of the house, and then led him into the lounge. Gordon sat in the settee and ordered the boy to stand at attention in front of him.
"I am not going to stand for disobedience and misbehaviour Colin" he began. "Your mother is very ill as you know and I will not allow you to behave in the hospice as if you were in a playground. I think it is high time you had a good beating to teach you a lesson." Colin had started to cry quietly. Gordon noticed two or three tears starting to trickle down the boys face. Gordon rose and strode out of the room. Colin heard him go upstairs and after a very short while heard him coming back down. When he entered the lounge Colin noticed he was holding a size ten gym slipper in his hand. Gordon did not sit back down but stood facing the boy.
"Take off your shorts Colin" he ordered.
"Oh please dad, NOOO"" wailed the boy.
Without a word Colin strode to where the boy stood, wrapped his arm around the childs waist and threw him towards the settee whilst maintaining a grip on the shorts which naturally came off in his hand. Almost at once he whacked Colins now exposed thigh with his full force with the slipper. The boy howled loudly.
"Stand up" ordered Gordon and the boy fearfully obeyed. "When I tell you to do something Colin you will do it" the man continued. "Do you understand?". The boy nodded. "Now stand in front of me and take off your pants". Colin slipped off his tiny white slip. "Turn around, bend over and touch your toes" was the next command and the 7 year old complied.
"You will stay down until I tell you to get up. If you put your hand across your bottom, or get up before I tell you we will start again from one. This time Im going to give you only six but if you continue to misbehave your next punishments will be more severe."
Without further ado he brought the slipper down full force across Colins left bum cheek. The boy howled. The next whack was across the right, with equal force. After the third the boys hand shot to his bottom instinctively.
"Do that again and Ill start from one" Gordon growled and simultaneously administered the fourth whack. In spite of the boys pain he was able to maintain his position for the remaining two and after Gordon had told him to get up he went, as instructed, to the corner of the room with his hands on his head where he was made to stand, still naked from the waist down, for 30 minutes.
Gordon sat on the settee and contemplated the coming weeks, months and years with relish. He gazed at the boys reddening bottom and was pleased to hear the boy was still sobbing quite loudly. He was sure he would be able to act out his discipline fantasies many, many more times whilst bringing up his "son".