DAVID'S DIARY - FRIDAY 20TH SEPTEMBER Blimey, everything's happening so fast. Mum's being sent abroad for a month for her work (she's a secretary in the Army). It turns out that Lister's mum works in the same office and she's being sent abroad as well. Like me he doesn't have a dad at home, I don't know why. Anyway him and me have got to be found somewhere to stay from next Monday. I told William and Emma about it this evening and they both straight away said that I could stay with them. William then said that the spare room had two beds and, if I wanted, Lister could stay as well. Well, Lister's a really nice boy and after all he is the first one in 1A to get swished, so of course I wanted him to stay as well. William said that perhaps I should get my mum to speak to Lister's mum to see if it could be arranged. I told Mum and she went down to see William and Emma to find out how serious they were. When she came back she said that they really did mean it and she thought it was wonderful of them. Then she rang Lister's mum and told her and said how great William and Emma were and how her son would be in the best hands. So it was agreed that Lister and his mum will come and see William and Emma tomorrow morning. I'm going to be there to introduce them.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - FRIDAY 20TH SEPTEMBER Julia and the mother of the boy who was caned the other day, Lister is his name, turn out to work together. They are civilian staff in the army. It seems there is some crisis and both are being sent abroad for a month. Mrs Lister is also a single mother. I don't know whether she is a widow or just separated. Anyway, both David and Lister need somewhere to stay for a month. David told us all this and Emma, much to my delight, immediately offered our spare room to the boys. All I know about Lister is that he is the first boy in the class to have been caned. Of course, he may turn out to be a real bore, but he sounds promising. I thought we should see what David thought about spending a month sharing a room with Lister. He was frightfully keen on the idea, which is also promising. I told him to go and have a chat with Julia. Ten minutes later she appeared at the door. She clearly wanted to make sure that we were really serious about our offer. Bot Emma and I assured her we were. She seemed delighted. We agreed that David could move in on Monday and she is going to talk to Mrs Lister (whom she referred to as Rebecca) about her son. Julia has just rung to say that Rebecca and her son could come and see us tomorrow morning. David is going to bring them round.
DAVID'S DIARY - SATURDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER Lister and his mum came round this morning and I took them over to William and Emma's house. When I introduced Lister, William said that he did think that Christian names might be allowed if we were all going to be staying in the same house and Lister said his name was Simon. Mrs Lister, who is called Rebecca, seemed very happy with the plan and she said she was really grateful to William and Emma. So it's agreed that we will both move in on Monday. Rebecca said that if Lister, I mean Simon, misbehaves William should feel free to give him some chores to do or to ground him. He made a face at that. I reckon we are going to have a lot of fun.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - SATURDAY 21ST SEPTEMBER Simon Lister (it took a lot of effort to get David to use the Christian name) seems a splendid chap. He was wearing some excellently tight jeans and a T shirt. He is about the same height and build as David. He smiles a lot and seemed at ease. I don't think he's going to be a bore at all, and his small round bum looks just as spankable as David's (although it looks as though spanking is not on the cards for him since Rebecca, his mother, suggested chores and groundings as punishments). All is now agreed. David and Simon move in on Monday.
DAVID'S DIARY - MONDAY 23RD SEPTEMBER We moved in after school. Our room is great. It's really big. There is even a TV in it. We have two beds and two arm chairs. It has its own shower room attached. Simon (which I must remember to call Lister) is still unpacking. William's just called me down to help him with something. I will continue writing this later.
David, this is Simon writing this. I am sorry, I didn't realise this was your private diary when I found it on the desk and I started reading it in the middle. But it really is great. I just wanted to say that I won't tell anybody about it. I am so relieved to see that another boy of my age gets the same feelings about whackings as I do. So long as you don't tell on me, I won't tell on you.
THE STORY PROPER Those words of Simon's were the last written in David' diary. Shortly after they were written, Simon went downstairs and David returned to the bedroom, having suddenly feared that he had forgotten to hide his diary in the rush of answering William's call for help. Sure enough, he saw the diary sitting on the desk. He was petrified that Simon might have read it. If that had happened, he thought, his strange feelings about whackings would be bound to become a school joke. His life would be miserable. He opened the diary at the page on which he had been writing earlier. He instantly saw the unfamiliar handwriting. His heart missed at least three beats. For a moment he could not bring himself to read the words. But he knew he had to and, with a supreme effort, he looked down again at the page. When he first read what Simon had written he did not take any of it in. Then he read it again and realised what his new friend had done. In only a few sentences, Simon had _d_a_m_n_ed himself as much as David had done in the whole diary. If Simon revealed at school what he had discovered from the diary, David would be able to reveal just as much about Simon. It hadn't been necessary to write anything. He could have pretended that he had not even looked at the diary. Or, he could have revealed that he had, and gone on to make David's life a misery. Instead, he had risked his own humiliation in order to reassure David.
David slumped down in one of the chairs, letting out a long sigh of wonderful relief as he realised the kindness of what Simon had done. But he also resolved, there and then, not to write anything more in his diary. Just think how awful it would have been, he said to himself, if his mother or William or Emma had found the diary and read his most secret thoughts. As he contemplated that appalling thought, the door opened and Simon entered.
For a few moments both boys felt incredibly embarrassed by what they had written in the diary. It was Simon who broke the silence.
"Abbot, I mean David", he started in a stuttering tone, "I really am sorry about reading your diary. I know I should have stopped as soon as I saw what it was, but the first sentence I read was one about you getting spanked by William and I just had to go on. I think about spankings and slipperings and swishings all the time, just like you do. I'd always thought I was a freak and that no one else felt the same way. Now I know I'm not alone and I'm really happy. It will be our secret for ever, I promise."
"That's OK Simon, it was my own silly fault for leaving it there on the desk. Anyway, I'm really pleased too, to find someone else who thinks like me. Do you really get the same funny feeling after you've been whacked?"
"It's even funnier for me cos, till I got that swishing, I'd never had a proper whacking in my life."
"You can't be serious. Are you really saying that you've got to eleven without even getting a spanking? How on earth did you manage that?"
"Well, it's simple really. My dad died before I was born and my mum has looked after me on her own ever since. 'Course, she did used to give me the odd slap when I was a kid, but never a proper spanking like other boys get. Then she sent me to my last school which doesn't use any sort of corporal punishment at all. So it's only now that I go to a proper school that uses the cane and the slipper that there's been any chance of getting a proper whacking."
"Wow", said David who was mightily impressed by this strange information, "fancy being the first boy to be swished and never even having had your bum spanked before. I'd never have thought it from the way you took the swishing. You were really great. It must have hurt like anything. Hey, are the stripes still there?"
"Sure are", and Simon's hand went to his trouser buttons, "do you want to look?"
"You bet".
Simon undid his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. Then he turned and slipped his underpants down to reveal the two slightly faded, but still obvious, stripes across his slim buttocks. David gazed in admiration.
"They are really fantastic. You know, until PE that day I had never seen a boy's bum after a swishing. Obviously, I have seen lots of bums after slipperings and I've seen my own after them and after spankings, but it was awesome seeing those stripes and it's really great again now. I'm dreading my own first swishing, but I bet you get a really great feeling when it's over and the pain's worn off."
"I certainly did", said Simon pulling up his trousers and pants again. "The pain was agony when it was happening and for a few minutes afterwards, but I really felt good a bit later and it was great being able to show off the stripes to all the other boys afterwards. I don't know, I suppose I suddenly felt the same as everyone else after years of being different."
There was another pause in the conversation. David desperately wanted to ask another question, but it was a potentially very embarrassing one. At last he plucked up the courage.
"Don't get me wrong, but I just have to know, does thinking about whackings make your _c_o_c_k_ go, well you know ....?"
"You mean do I get an erection? Well, I never thought I would say this to anyone else, but, yes I do."
David let out another long sigh. What had seemed to be the end of his world a few minutes previously was now turning out to be one of the best days in his life.
The boys chatted on about their shared interest. Eventually Simon asked the question that had been on his mind since reading the diary.
"Do you reckon that William will give me whackings if I'm naughty when we're staying here?"
"I shouldn't think so. He really doesn't like doing it at all. I had to spend ages trying to persuade him at the beginning, and again the other day when I got him to agree to using the slipper on me when I'm twelve."
"If you managed to persuade him, I don't see why I shouldn't do the same."
"Wow, do you really want to have a go? I mean, he's really hard you know. I only talked him into it cos I thought it would please my mum, and cos I hated being grounded."
"Yeah, well it's really funny but even though I don't actually want any more whackings than are really necessary, I really would like to know what it feels like to have a proper home spanking."
David thought for a moment. Then he spoke again.
"Well, we could always have a go. How long before you're twelfth birthday?"
"It's on the 5th of October."
"OK, as you've probably read, William thinks that twelve is too old for spankings, that's why I had to persuade him to use the slipper from then on. So, if we can talk him into whacking you, you're going to have to get into trouble before your birthday if you want to know what a spanking's like."
"Yeah, I'd worked that out. Let's have a go. Anyway, it would be silly if we got into trouble together and he ended up whacking you and giving me a grounding or something." It was that logic which they decided to use in their discussions with William.
William continued to write his diary. The next stage of this story can be taken straight from there.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - MONDAY 23RD SEPTEMBER The boys have moved in and seem delighted with their room. Things continue to go extraordinarily well. About an hour before Emma was due back from work David and Simon came downstairs to see me. It seemed to be a sort of deputation. David started the ball rolling by reminding me of what Rebecca had said about disciplining Simon. He said that they had both been talking about it and they had concluded that it wouldn't be fair or sensible for one boy to be punished differently from another. I held my breath at that point, in case they were going to say that both should be subject to groundings and chores. But I needn't have worried. He went on to say that Simon thought he ought to be spanked as well, and slippered after his birthday (which is only days after David's). I put on my usual performance. I said I couldn't possibly whack the boy without his mother's consent and, anyway, I was not at all happy about spanking David, let alone Simon. Simon pointed out, as I already knew although he probably didn't realise it, that he had been caned at school. He said he had told his mother, because he knew it would be on his next report, and she had been entirely happy about it. He said he was sure that she would want him to be punished in the same way as David, although he hoped he would never need to be. I let the conversation go on for about half an hour before giving in. The boys went back upstairs, no doubt to discuss their triumph in persuading me, yet again, to do something which I so obviously detested. They were in their shirt sleeves and school trousers. I had a splendid view of two terrifically spankable bums leaving the room.
THE STORY CONTINUES The next few days produced no great excitements. Saturday 28th September was the first full day at William and Emma's house. It was also only days before David's birthday. For the first time in his life, David had resolved to get into trouble deliberately. Simon, as we know, was determined to be spanked before 5th October. He told his friend that he would plan something naughty before then. David had immediately said that he would join in, but that that meant getting into trouble sooner rather than later, otherwise he would end up getting the slipper which he would really rather avoid if possible. Simon protested that there was no need for David, who after all had plenty of experience, to volunteer for a spanking. But David was adamant. So it was that, on Saturday morning, they lay in their beds making their plans.
"It's a bit silly isn't it", said Simon, "I mean boys of our age are sort of naturally naughty. We really ought to be able to think of something we could do to get us punished, but I'm finding it really difficult."
"So am I. I mean, obviously I can think of lots of things like smoking a cigarette or breaking a window or swearing at Emma. I could go on for ages, but I really don't want to do something like that at all."
"Nor me", said Simon as they both fell into another long silence.
"I've got an idea", said David at last, "we tell William about all that boring homework we've got to do this weekend and then, at bed time on Sunday, we make sure he finds out we haven't done it. That's bound to be worth a whacking."
"I can see that, but aren't you forgetting that a certain form master will also decide that a whacking is in order, and that's going to be at least three with the cane."
"No", said David, "I've certainly not forgotten that. I'm not saying that we really don't do the homework, we just say we haven't done it."
"I like it", laughed Simon, "you mean we deliberately get ourselves spanked for a crime we haven't even done. If anyone found out they'd think we were mad."
"Well, we probably are. OK, let's go down to breakfast and talk about all our homework."
The boys quickly dressed and went down to the kitchen. William was there, eating toast and a boiled egg at the table. He pointed to the bread and eggs and suggested that they help themselves.
As Simon busied himself with the preparation of the meal, David opened the campaign.
"It's really unfair you know William, we've got so much homework to do this weekend. There's Latin, History and Geography, and they've all got to be in on Monday." He had been thinking. It had occurred to him that there was a flaw in their plan. William might well be cross with them for not doing their homework, but he would also assume that they would actually be punished for it at school. So he decided to embroider a little. "The only good thing is that, if we don't manage to do it all, we won't get the swish cos this'll be our first homework offence and you're always let off the first time."
"Well, you might be let off at school, but you won't be let off here. I don't want the first result of you two staying here to be a failure to do school homework. Consider yourselves warned. And just to make it even clearer, I will ask you at bed time tomorrow whether you've done the homework. If you haven't, there will be trouble, and it will be painful trouble too."
Both boys smiled to themselves as they reflected on how well the plan was going to work out.
During the rest of the day the boys made no apparent move to do their homework. They went to the park after breakfast to play football. After lunch they went to the fitness centre's indoor pool and swam through to tea time. It had been agreed that William and Emma would take them to the cinema in the evening. The film started at 6.00 p. m., so there was no time between tea and then to do any work. They had a late supper when they got home and then it was bed time. The boys retired first. William went up to their room after fifteen minutes to say goodnight. He found them both tucked up in bed apparently on the verge of sleep. He smiled and turned the lights off. He and Emma had a nightcap and then she announced she was off to bed too. William said he would join her in ten minutes and sat down to write up his diary.
WILLIAM'S DIARY - SATURDAY 28TH SEPTEMBER The boys apparently have a mountain of homework to do this weekend. David told me this morning that it had to be in on Monday, but if they failed to meet the deadline they would not be punished, because it would be their first offence. I immediately warned them both that they would not escape punishment from me if they did not do it. Well, how could I resist? Both were in very tight football shorts. Their appearance was just inviting a spanking. Anyway, both will be twelve within a matter of days, so, if I am to spank them I will have to strike soon. Things are looking promising. They haven't done a stroke of work all day and now they are fast asleep. It would be awfully unfair to arrange things for tomorrow so that they can't have time to do the homework. I won't do that, but I doubt whether I will go out of my way to send them to their room to do it.
THE STORY CONTINUES Five minutes after William had turned the lights off in their room the boys crept out of their beds and headed for the large desk. They sat at each end with one lamp on in the middle. For the next two hours they silently did their homework. All was finished by 1.00 a. m. The house was in complete silence. William and Emma would be sound asleep. Simon whispered to David.
"Can we have a practice run for tomorrow evening? I'm sure it's all quite easy and straight forward, but never having been spanked before it would be nice to know exactly what I am expected to do. You pretend to be William and I will be myself."
"OK, well he hasn't done it to me in here before, but I reckon he'll probably sit on the end of one of the beds, like this". David sat on the end of his bed with his legs slightly apart. "Right, he'll say he's got to spank you and you just undo your trousers and pants (or pyjamas if that's what you're wearing) and stand by his right leg."
Simon untied the pyjama cord and let his trousers fall to the ground. He then walked towards David and stood by his right leg.
"When you're there, you just lie across his thighs with your bum in the middle." Simon did as he was directed. "It's easiest if you put your hands on the floor to steady yourself."
David looked down at his friend's slim white bottom. It still had two very faint stripes across it from the cane. He thought it looked just wonderful. "Wow, Simon, your bum really is perfect for spanking, and the stripes are still just there. Can I give you some gentle smacks? Not hard ones, but just enough to let me see what it feels like to slap such a great bum?"
"Sure thing. I'd quite like to feel someone's hand on my bum anyway, as if I really was about to be smacked."
David rested his right hand on the warm, firm flesh. "Well, when William does it, he gives you a couple of really light taps first, like this" and he tapped twice. "Then he lifts his hand right up and brings it down really hard. I'll lift mine up high, but I won't do it that hard." He raised his hand above his shoulder and then, with not much force, he brought it down again on his friend's bottom. It was enough to produce a light pink colour. "Is it OK if I give you another five like that?".
"Yeah, that's fine, it doesn't really sting, but it should warm me up a bit."
David paused for quite a time between each smack. He was delighted to find that Simon's bottom was indeed getting warmer all the time. He could feel, on his left thigh, that his friend had become aroused. He was also aroused and felt his own pushing against Simon's thigh. When the sixth and final smack had been delivered, he looked down to admire a splendidly pink, but not red, bottom. He rested his hand on it again and then, reluctantly lifted it to allow Simon to get up. Simon went to the mirror and expressed his delight with the colouring David had given him. Each boy knew that the other was erect and neither was doing anything to conceal the fact. Simon turned off the light and they both got into their beds.
"David", whispered Simon, "have you yet done it, you know, like older boys do?"
"Not yet, but after that I think it's a good time to start."
"Me too. I'm holding it now. It's fantastic."
In a moment both were pumping like mad. They were novices and it would take them some time to learn how to delay the climax. For both, it came quickly this time (and only a dribble of fluid emerged), but for both it was simply wonderful. They had discovered a new hobby!
The boys, not surprisingly, rose late on Sunday morning. Simon removed his pyjamas and asked David to check that the signs of the previous night's fun were no longer apparent on his bottom. Sure enough, it was again a pristine white colour, with only those two faint cane marks. They dressed and went down to breakfast. William and Emma had already eaten but, unlike the boys' mothers, made no complaint about the lateness of their guests' arrival at the breakfast table. Plans for the day were made. The weather was fine and warm for the time of year. William asked the boys if they would like to pay a visit to the local pub with him while Emma cooked the lunch. There was a garden there where they could sit outside and play games. They jumped at the idea. William said they could go to the park tennis courts for a game first and then head on down to the pub. He suggested that they might like to change out of their jeans into tennis whites. They agreed and rushed up to their room. They returned in matching tight white shorts and shirts. Then they, and William, set off for the park. William played against both boys together and the match was quite close, although he won in the end. Then, at about 12.00 p. m., they walked to the pub. William bought the drinks, a pint of bitter for him and cokes for the boys, and they sat at a table in the garden.
"I don't want to be boring boys, but I hope you've set aside some time for doing that homework."
"We reckoned we could do it before supper", said David. "If supper's at 7.30, we could go to our room at about 5.30. That would give us plenty of time."
"And what is on television then?" asked William with a grin.
"No, honestly", said Simon, "we really will do it."
"Jolly good, we really don't want the weekend to end up with two sore bottoms, do we?"
"Not if we can help it", said David.
William, Emma and the boys went for a long walk after their long lunch. They got back at tea time and, after eating several buns and slices of cake, the boys finally said they would go up to do their homework. It was 5.30.
William did not allow his disappointment to show on his face. But, about fifteen minutes later he found an excuse to go upstairs. He listened at the boys' door. Sure enough, he could hear the sound of a Western on the TV. He allowed himself a smile, while at the same time acknowledging that they could be doing their homework with the television on at the same time.
The boys came down for supper at 7.30 prompt. They had changed back into their tight jeans. Nothing was said about the homework. William had said that he wouldn't ask until bed time and he decided to stick to his word. When the washing up had been done he suggested that, with school in the morning, the boys had better go upstairs. He said he would come and say good night in fifteen minutes.
Once upstairs David started to undress, but was stopped by Simon.
"I'd rather like to be in my jeans and pants when he comes up. I think it might be more fun to have to take them down than just pyjamas."
"OK, let's just sit on the chairs till he arrives."
Downstairs, David was impatiently looking at his watch, longing for the fifteen minutes to be up. He was not all that hopeful, but there was still a chance. The minutes slowly ticked by. Finally the moment arrived.
"I'm just going up to say good night to the boys."
They heard the footsteps climbing the stairs. Each whispered "good luck" to the other. Then there was a knock on the door and it opened.
"Not in bed yet?" William said with some surprise.
They had planned this conversation. Simon was the one to respond.
"Sorry William. It's just that, well, there was a really good Western on earlier and I'm afraid we didn't do our homework. We were hoping you might let us do it now."
"I thought you said it would take two hours."
"Yup", said David, "that should be enough."
"I'm really sorry boys, but I can't let you stay up that late before school. I'd love to think of a way round this, but I am afraid I can't. You need to be spanked and I'm just going to have to do it." He looked around and, as David had predicted, chose to sit on the end of one of the beds. "Who's going to be first?"
They had already agreed that David would go first, to ensure that Simon could see what was expected of him.
"I'll be first William". David undid his jeans and slowly eased them down. Then he pulled his pants down and lay across the waiting lap.
Simon thought that David looked splendid in the spanking position. The small round bottom was a delight to see. But he did not become aroused. This might all have been arranged by the boys, but neither, at that moment, was actually looking forward to it. Simon's nerves prevented any embarrassing sign of his interest in what was happening to his friend.
William knew that, with a spectator, he would have to make doubly sure that he did not look as though he was enjoying what he was doing. He frowned as he gently tapped his young friend's bottom. Then he sighed as he raised his hand as high as it would go. He slammed it down hard. There was a loud crack as the slap connected. He raised his hand again. Simon saw that David's bottom was already red. This was undoubtedly a million times harder than David's effort the previous night. He watched transfixed as each of the six smacks was delivered. David, of course, remained silent and still, but his bottom was a wonderful crimson colour at the end and, when he stood, he rubbed it with a fury which demonstrated that it really was very sore.
Simon undid his jeans and pulled them down. His underpants followed. He lay across William's knees and waited.
William looked now, for the first time, at Simon's bare buttocks. His heart missed a beat as he saw the very faint marks of the caning. There was not much to choose, he thought, between the two bottoms in shape and size. Both were ideal for spanking, but there was no doubt that the stripes added a little something. He tapped his target and felt, again for the first time, the firmness of Simon's flesh. He remembered to frown and sigh. Then he gave the first stinging smack. Simon winced as he felt it land, but no sound escaped his lips. He waited. Then the second smashed down. David, who had hurriedly changed into his pyjamas in anticipation of his reaction to watching his friend's spanking, stared avidly at the scene. As Simon's bottom got redder and redder, he felt himself getting harder and harder. He put his hands in front, to stop William seeing. By the time of the sixth smack Simon was amazed at how painful a mere spanking could be. Obviously, it was nowhere near as bad as the cane. But it certainly hurt. His hands flew to this scarlet, hot bottom as he rose.
"OK boys, that's all, but just remember that it's likely to be the slipper if there's a next time. So stay out of trouble. I won't turn the lights off. I daresay you'll want to admire the marks. But get to sleep as soon as possible Good night".
"Good night William", they both spoke at once.
"Wow, that really stung", said Simon.
"Yeah, he's pretty expert, isn't he?"
"Yes, but he's so nice about it as well. I mean, we didn't get a telling off at all and he didn't seem to be at all cross when he'd done it."
"I know", said David, "that's what so great about him, as well as how he obviously hates doing it. I mean, he just knows it's got to be done and he grits his teeth and gets on with it, but you can tell that he really wished he wasn't having to do it."
Simon sighed. "I'm just so pleased to have had a real spanking. And it was great being able to watch yours as well. I'm sure it'll be helpful for when I'm a dad myself."
"Good point, now I've seen you getting it I know exactly how to do it myself when I'm older." He paused. "Usually, I put a cold wet flannel on my bum afterwards, but tonight I think I might put up with the stinging and enjoy the feeling of heat on my bum. What about you?"
"I'll do the same. I think I might have another go at what I did last night and it'll probably help if my bum's still sore. Are you going to do it too?"
"You bet. I'm as hard as a rock. Come on, let's have one last look at our bums and then get down to it."
Simon had been changing into his pyjamas during this conversation. He now obligingly lowered his trousers (as did David). Both saw each other's erect penises. Both were happy to note that the other's was not bigger. Then they turned and showed off their bright red bottoms. Neither bothered to pull up his pyjamas before jumping into bed. David switched off the bed side light and, within seconds, their beds began to creak. They both managed to keep it going a bit longer. Their climaxes came at about the same moment. Both lay back with wide smiles on their faces before drifting off to a wonderful sleep.
DAVID'S DIARY - SUNDAY 29TH SEPTEMBER Can't write much, I'm desperate to do it with Emma!!! Enough to say that they hadn't done their homework. David was first. I do so love spanking his bottom. I gave him six. It was one of the best ever. Simon's was even better. I could see that the stripes from his caning were still there. It was out of this world. He took it as well as David does. I wonder who his mother gets to spank him at home. Maybe she'd like a change of personnel! I was just turning the lights off when I saw their school bags by the kitchen door. I had a look inside, to see how much work they'd got to do, in case I could help them tomorrow (least I could do for them). But there's nothing to do. Both have done Latin, History and Geography. The essays are all dated yesterday. What on earth is going on?
THE STORY CONTINUES Emma slept in late. William got the boys' breakfasts. As they sat eating their cereal he spoke.
"Sorry about last night lads, but I'm afraid it had to be done. You both took it very well. Of course, I knew David would, but I didn't know what to expect from you Simon. You're obviously an old hand".
"Thanks William, but actually I'm not. That was the first spanking I've ever had in my life. It's true I've had the cane once, but apart from that I've never been whacked as a punishment."
"You should have told me that when we were agreeing on punishments. Whatever will your mother say when she hears?"
"She'll probably be pleased. She certainly didn't mind when I got the cane. She isn't against whacking. It's just that there's never been anyone to do it for her. At least now I'll be able to tell her what a good punishment it is. It really stung like mad. I wouldn't want to have another one in a hurry. And just think, next time it'll probably be the slipper. Ugh".
DAVID'S DIARY - MONDAY 30TH SEPTEMBER I think, if the pun can be excused, that I've got to the bottom of it. Simon had never been spanked before and was desperate to know what it was like. There are only a few days before his birthday, after which there would be no opportunity for a proper spanking. He must have set the whole thing up. I imagine that David went along with it out of kindness to his friend. I think Emma has guessed about me, but she doesn't seem to mind. Of course, she knows I spank David and I obviously had to tell her I'd spanked them both last night. After we'd done it, she smiled and said "funny that it's always so good after you've done your strict dad bit with David, and now Simon". "I don't know what you mean" I said in as shocked a tone as I could manage. "Doesn't worry me" she said "the end result is just great, whatever it was that turned you on, anyway, boys of their age need a good spanking now and again.".