Daniel 03

When Huck woke up from his post-spanking nap, he did seem to be in a better mood, at least after he’d cleaned up a little and had some breakfast. He’d only slept about an hour and so was still up before some of my boys. He was fairly happy about that. Like most of my boys, Huck’s never been too embarrassed about getting spanked—not unless it was for a truly stupid reason, like this one was.

After I had everyone up and fed and made sure of everyone’s plans, I loaded the car and we went to do some furniture shopping. Along with Daniel and me, Cal, Bryce, and Huck were also going. While Daniel was a huge comic and games geek, he was also interested in sports—much more so than Ryan or I, and Huck wanted to get to know him, now that he had the chance. As for Cal, he’d decided that with being an old man of twelve and moving upstairs with ‘the other older kids’, he needed to leave behind his sports-themed bedspread and curtains. I suppose I could have been a grump and told him he should have asked for new ones for Christmas or even made him spend some Christmas money on them; but none of us knew we’d be adopting a new kid before my Christmas shopping was done. Besides, even if Cal was excited by the move, he was giving up his room and going through some effort to do it, so I felt it would only be fair he got a little something from it. Bryce was just bored and lonely with the twins at their grandma’s house and wanted to do something.

While Bransom is a decent-sized town, we’re not what you’d call a big city and don’t have a huge selection of kids’ furniture, so our trip took us into Dallas, which wasn’t too bad, since we managed to get in and out between rush hours.

It took awhile to get just what Daniel wanted, but he managed it. I did finally have to hush Huck to get it all finished since the two of them kept getting distracted by the sports furniture available, which led to discussions of the sports and teams themselves.

Daniel actually has the same basic room that we got for him then. I’m not sure I can remember the correct terms, but I think the set we went with was Creekside, in a light wood. The hardest decision he had was if he wanted the full/twin loft bed (like the twins and Bryce and Van have in their rooms) or just a plain full bed. I wasn’t much help. I pointed out that we could always take the twin loft down later if he wanted but that he also had plenty of room on his floor, and I had a couple of spare mattresses for overnight guests. I think what finally decided him was that, while he’d always had a twin, Quinten had a full, and the two of them had been sleeping together for years.

He got a full-sized captain’s bed with bookcase headboard so he had plenty of room for all his doodads and stuff, and matching nightstand, dresser (with UT mirror), and toy chest, and a computer desk with hutch (which he finally got to start using for a computer this past Christmas). The only thing we had to go elsewhere for were bookcases. (And the only thing we’ve had to add since then was an entertainment center last year when I decided I could trust him with a TV and game system in his room). Of course, now that he has a computer for his computer desk, I might need to get something else he can use as a place to do homework.

It actually took longer to select drapes and bedspreads than to pick the furniture. Still, by the time we finished, we had time before rush hour began, so we stopped for a nice, not too late lunch before heading back. We also picked out some paint and did a rush job on Daniel’s room that afternoon, giving it just enough time to dry before his furniture arrived the next day.

Since Daniel’s furniture was in light brown and his accents were in dark brown and beige, we painted the walls in beige and the trim in dark brown. It worked great with the carpeting, which was a mélange of browns with a little burnt orange (picked largely for it’s ability to hide stains).

Daniel’s furniture arrived right on time, late the next morning, and we got everything moved in. We had to move things around a couple of times but found a place for everything and that had him ecstatic. After outfitting his room, we took care of him.

We’d brought all his clothes from his father’s apartment, but they were largely Salvation Army type stuff. Some of it was good, some of it wasn’t, and only some of it fit. I sat there with him as he tried on every single thing. One thing struck me as funny right then. While I’d seen Daniel in his briefs pretty much every day since he’d come to live with us, I’d not yet seen him naked. When he’d put on briefs at the hospital, he’d made me turn my back, and he asked me to do the same this time. I thought about disagreeing with him except for two things. First, he obviously needed all new underwear, so there was no reason to have him try it all on. The second, and slightly more sinister, was that we both knew that sooner or later, I‘d be spanking him. In allowing him his modestly, it was like marinating a steak, making the eventual disrobing all the sweeter.

Then we went shopping. By the time we were finished, he had a new room, full of new stuff, and a new wardrobe. We’d rescued all his stuff from his father’s apartment and kept a lot of it. While he didn’t have as much stuff as my other boys, Christmas had given him a good start on it, and we did a little shopping to fill out the other things he needed, such as a clock/radio, some new posters, lamps, a trash can, and all the other little doodads you can imagine. And quite a few you won’t think of. I guarantee you that, as many new kids as I’ve had move in with me under circumstances like this, I still end up making ten trips to Target in the first couple of weeks before we have everything covered.



So, Christmas was Monday. We rearranged the rooms on Tuesday, went furniture shopping and painted his new room on Wednesday, and arranged the room and did the rest of the shopping on Thursday. That night, it was one very happy but very tired boy whom I tucked into his new bed. Even as exhausted, physically and emotionally, as he was, he was almost too excited to go to sleep since we’d been on the phone that evening arranging his first sleepover for the next night.

As a matter of fact, there was only one thing about setting up his new room that I think he less than fully enjoyed. That would have been Friday morning when I took him out to the garage and taught him the use of some of the wood working equipment.

Despite the fact that Huck was almost a year younger than Daniel, Daniel wasn’t any taller than my nephew and was actually a little lighter, being built on a leaner frame. With that in mind, combined with the idea that he wasn’t really used to being spanked (and even if he was right that Quinten’s dad had spanked him three or four times a year, that was probably not half of what a boy his age would be getting in my home), I decided that we should start Daniel off with Heat, with the understanding that we’d probably promote him to Red on his birthday.

One thing that I particularly love and admire about Daniel is his enthusiasm. He wasn’t especially happy to be required to help build his own paddle, but once he got started, he really got into it. (He’s able to do that with almost anything—except maybe chores—and will one day make a great employee for someone and will be an excellent boss). There’s not really a lot involved in making a paddle for a new boy. I have a list with specifications for each paddle design. While I sometimes customize a paddle for a boy, there’s not much use in doing that for a boy you don’t yet know.

As we went, I explained to Daniel how I chose the wood, then let him watch me trace the pattern onto the board we selected. I measured once, showing him how I was doing it, and let him double check the measurements, and explaining why we did it that way. Then I showed him how to use the equipment and let him watch me start cutting. He actually took over and cut the second half of the paddle from the board we’d selected. He also drilled the hole in the handle himself, with just my supervision. We gave it a quick touch of light sandpaper (he agreed we didn’t want to leave any splinters), and rounded the edges just a bit, then went to my office, where we selected the design.

As I said about his enthusiasm, once he was into it, he was into it. Even though he was a bit embarrassed by his own selections, we went with a poser picture of a boy being paddled naked over Dad’s lap at an angle where you could see his red cheeks and tear-stained face (actually the boy was being slippered over a coach‘s lap, but it was close enough for business). On the left was ‘HEAT’ in dark red letters, with ‘for the’ in black over the top of the picture, and ‘SEAT’ in the same dark red on the right side. I wasn’t sure if Daniel was going for something he found humorous to make it less scary or if he just wasn’t taking it seriously. However, since I had another version of Heat in my desk that was designated with just the words stenciled on the front, I decided to let him go with it, knowing I could always swap the two out if it later bothered or embarrassed him.

When we had the design finished, we printed it out on high quality paper, carefully attached it to the paddle, then covered it with a layer of varnish for protection and to keep it in place. When I was very careful to keep the varnish off the back, Daniel asked why, and wasn’t too amused when I pointed out that we wanted to keep one side plain wood for contact with his rear.



With his new personal paddle hanging in his room right next to the door and the light switch, one might be forgiven for thinking Daniel would be a little hesitant to take his friends there, but when the boys started arriving that evening, he had to give each and every one of them the full tour. He was obviously proud of everything, and was even happy to have the new things to accent and show off his old stuff (like his baseball and soccer team photos and trophies).

When I asked whom he wanted to invite, I think he’d started to name every boy he knew. We cut the list down a bit and settled on six boys. Two of his friends were out of town, but he was still able to have Quint, Tyler Lennox, Josh Dickschat, and Chet Yepez as guests.

Tyler lived near Quint, and the two of them arrived together at almost the same time as Chet. Josh showed up a little later, and I heard Daniel taking a little ribbing about his paddle. While I didn’t know for sure, it seemed the teasing was mostly in fun. It was only later, as I grew to know the boys, that I learned that they were all spanked, and they were getting some of their own back from the teasing Daniel gave when he practically never was. That didn’t stop me from getting a little back for him though.

As I was leading Josh into Daniel’s bedroom, I overheard Quint wondering how long it would be before I’d given him more spankings than Quint’s own dad had.

"Quint," I said, as I pushed the door open and ushered Josh through, "that’s not the real question. Don’t you know what is?"

The blond boy thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"Don’t forget what your mom told me last time you were here. The real question is, will Daniel get paddled with that before you do?"

The other boys thought that was pretty funny, but Quinten didn’t find it quite so amusing anymore.

The guys had a great time that night. I’d reserved the game room and theater for their exclusive use that night, and Daniel’s guests were duly impressed, especially when I opened the snack bar before the movie started.

Josh is a big kid, who’s nearly a year older than Daniel (September birthday versus June). He tries to part his dark brown hair in the middle, but it never stays like that, always falling forward into his face. Of course, like Charlie, he’s in ROTC as well as debate, so he keeps it pretty short now anyway. Today Josh is 6’1" but is still boyishly lean, smooth cheeked, and blushes at just about anything. The only real difference from the first time I met him was he was probably only about 5’3" back then.

Tyler is a goofy looking kid, with a round face, skinny nose, and big ears. He’s probably a little short for his age, but not extremely. He does have a slightly stocky build, but the first thing you notice about him is his medium brown hair, which seems to get mussed if he looks out the window when it’s windy. Ty is still friends with Daniel, even though he’s never been into comics. He’s actually transferred a lot of his attention to Cal and Noah because he’s borderline hyper and greatly prefers to be doing something physical, rather than reading or playing a card game. Whomever he’s friends with, he’s a pretty regular guest at our house and is as close to me as any of Daniel’s friends. I think a lot of that is because of the way I take in kids, he treats me with a lot of the affection he has for his own step-dad.

Chet is about the same height as Daniel, but where Daniel is lean, Chet is a bit stocky, more like a football player. He was always a good kid, but we don’t see him much anymore since his family moved awhile back. It was too bad because he was really well behaved and fun to have around. The honest truth, however, is that, while I really liked Chet, I loved his mom, who was big into fantasy gaming and could give me a run for my money in several strategy games.

Not only did the guys enjoy themselves, but they were really well-behaved. I’m not sure if it was that new paddle hanging in Daniel’s room or just that they were all more or less strangers there. I hadn’t expected a chance to try the paddle out that night, though, so my biggest disappointment was at bedtime when I saw that Chet wore boxers. Oh well, Tyler and Josh were cuter anyway.



The boys went back to school the next Wednesday, 3 Jan, and that provided the only real problem we had in settling Daniel in. Simply put, he didn’t want to change schools. The day before school started, I went into Clark, where he attended, and met with the principal. While Daniel really should have been registered at Sanger as soon as he moved in with us, and while there was no guarantee he’d remain in their zone if and when his father was released since he’d already lost the apartment, the principal was more than willing to accommodate us by letting Daniel finish the school year there. While that was some inconvenience for the drivers in our family, it wasn’t a huge one, and it did make the adjustment much easier on Daniel.

Easier was a good thing for the boy when you get down to it. I didn’t have the feeling that he and his father were especially close, but it’s still hard to be uprooted from your life. He and I went to the county jail on a regular basis so he could visit his father, but he finally asked if he had to go. All his father did while we were there was to gripe about whatever came to mind. I think part of that might have been because he was upset at how happy Daniel was to have ‘brothers’ and new stuff, but part of it was just because he was in a lousy situation. On the other hand, I had the feeling that part of it was just who he was.

I tried my best to keep Daniel busy, but he did have a few weepy evenings. It’s a shame that he’d already learned to ‘be tough’, but I got him to open up to me sometimes. I’m sure that being friends with Ryan helped as well. No matter what might have happened between him and his dad, Daniel admitted that Ryan had had things a lot worse and at a younger age. It was hard for him sometimes, but I think meeting new friends and adjusting to his new place kept him distracted for the most part, and the rough times slowly grew further and further apart for him.



After school started, life went smoothly for a while. Daniel spent the night with Quint once. He had some friends come over after school. He met some of the neighborhood kids. He would occasionally flinch if I raised my hand after he smarted off, but he managed to leave that behind him. He complained that with the way we ate, he was going to get fat. While he did fill out a bit, I don’t think fat was ever on the menu.

Along with everything else, I would point out when he was about to get in trouble. I reminded him to check the chore list every day and would point out where he hadn’t done things correctly or remind him to go finish things. It was a little rough on him to adjust to our schedule since he was used to being a latchkey kid, but I think he actually found the structure supportive, not constricting.



Daniel had been with us three weeks now. It worked out that he’d not spent a Friday night with just family since he’d moved in. I certainly didn’t mind Quinten staying over but made a point for the next Friday to be a family night.

Our Saturday mornings have a certain rhythm to them. It’s disrupted during the summer when every day’s pretty much the same, and during soccer season, when you sometimes have to deal with 9am games, but during the winter, it’s pretty much set in stone.

I awoke to Bryce climbing under my covers. I checked the clock, then tickled him without mercy for a few moments before climbing up for a leak and a quick shower. I didn’t bother getting dressed and just pulled on some clean boxers and a tee before heading for the boys’ bedrooms, making a detour by the kitchen.

I started in Ryan’s room. Huck had spent the night with us, even though it wasn’t a visitation weekend (I think his mom had had a big date). He was standing there naked, tucking something into a plastic grocery bag. He tied the top shut, then handed it to me. I glanced over at Ryan, who was half watching us and half still asleep but didn’t need to look around for Tony, since I’d heard the toilet flush as I walked in and could hear someone washing his hands. A minute later, Tony walked in, tall, dark, and cute as always, and as naked as Huck was.

"Where’s yours?" I asked him, holding up the bag.

"I was dry last night," he replied proudly, so I reached over and patted his shoulder before he went to get a pair of clean briefs.

Glancing back at Huck, I saw that he’d gone from pure embarrassment to somewhat disgruntled, so I reached over and mussed his hair. "Don’t let it get to you, big guy. You’ve had dry nights when Tony didn’t, and he’s a little older than you."

Huck blushed a bit but seemed grateful for the reminder and went off for a quick shower.

"Let’s go watch cartoons, guys. I’ve got cinnamon rolls in the oven, so get your drinks and cereal."

Ryan hopped out of bed at that and was right behind Tony in the run for the kitchen.

With Bryce up, I had little doubt the twins were up as well, though slower moving, and they were already headed towards the kitchen to see what was up, so I stuck my head in Daniel’s room next. He and Quint were still asleep, but I woke them long enough to ask if they wanted to join us. Cartoons didn’t seem like enough to get them out of bed, but fresh, hot sweet rolls did the trick, and the two of them were quickly headed towards the bathroom.

We don’t do cartoons quite the way you’d expect—not like they were when I was a kid. While there are usually two or three decent cartoons on Saturday morning, even today, there are so many better ones from the past that we TiVo the decent stuff (checking to see if it’s re-runs or something) and watch DVDs. I also program a pretty good mix, with some Looney Tunes, some from Amblin Entertainment (Tiny Toons, Animaniacs, etc.), Pink Panther, Mighty Mouse, Underdog—I have a huge collection from which to select. I always mix in some good action stuff, like Batman, Spider-man, X-Men, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, or Justice League, and we have a great morning.

By 10:30, we were all pretty much cartooned out (well, honestly, they’d had all I could stand—they probably would have stayed there until driven out by hunger), so I chased the kids off, reminding them to get their chores done, either right away, or as soon as their friends were gone. Just to prove I’m not a total old curmudgeon, I cleaned up my own room, including the dishes that they’d ‘forgotten’ behind them.



Quinten’s mom picked him up about 1pm. Looking around the house, I noticed that Daniel wasn’t in his room, so I sought him out. He’d plopped down in front of the TV and was watching some sports program.

"C’mon Daniel. Let’s go look at your room. I think we should have a talk."

He looked up at me and started to comment, but then really looked at me, shrugged, and followed me.

Once in his room, I gestured around it and said, "What’s the rule about doing chores on Saturday morning? And don’t tell me you don’t know because I reminded you this morning."

He looked sheepish for a minute, then said, "We’re supposed to do them in the morning, but we can wait if we have a friend over."

"That’s right. I told you to get them done around ten but didn’t say anything because you had company. I will tell you that Tony helps some when he spends the night because he’s a regular guest, but that’s between you and Quinten. Still, if you didn’t want to ask him to help, you should have got started when he left; shouldn’t you?"

He nodded, admitting it.

"So, what do we have here, Daniel? Dirty dishes on the desk, sheets haven’t been changed, dirty laundry still in the hamper, trashcan is full. That’s four strikes right there. What happens to a kid in this house when he gets three strikes?"

Daniel suddenly turned his version of pale and had to swallow before he could answer. "He gets spanked."

"That’s right. Now I’ve not spanked you yet, Daniel, but I’ve been warning you that you need to straighten up and start paying attention, haven’t I?"

He nodded again, unwilling, or unable, to talk.

"Even if I just counted all this as one strike for not cleaning your room… whose turn is it to clean the bathroom?"

"M-mine," he answered quietly.

"Do we even need to look to see if it’s been done?"

He shook his head.

"So that’s two, and I cleaned the iguana cage for you last night because you didn’t get around to it before Quinten got here."

I just stared at him a moment until he felt the need to break the silence. "That’s three?"

"Daniel, I know it’s an adjustment for you, and I know you’re not used to a lot of structure, much less spankings, but I also know that you’re a smart kid. I’ve given you a chance to get used to things, but I think you’re not going to adjust all the way unless we throw you into the deep end."

"Yu-you’re going to spank me?"

"I think that would be the best thing."

"I’m sorry, Jack," he said, suddenly miserable. "Please, just give me one more chance."

I didn’t have to think about it. The boy had really had plenty more than just one more chance, so I shook my head.

"You’ve talked to some of the other boys about how I spank?"

He nodded.

"Then you should know what to do."

He’d been outside with Quinten for a while and was still wearing a hoodie. He pulled it off and tossed it on his bed, then reached down to grab the lower hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up his chest, then stepped over to me.

I took the boy by his hips and turned him a bit, then reached for his fly. He flinched a bit but didn’t try to get away from me, though he flinched a bit harder when he felt me slipping his zipper down, then unhooking the button of his jeans. I spread the jeans apart, exposing his still snow-white Fruit of the Looms, then slid the jeans down past his knees. When I reached up and slipped my fingers into the waistband of the briefs, he did jerk back a bit but didn’t resist as I took his hips and pulled him back to me.

He didn’t move his hands but did beg, "Jack, please?"

It was my turn to shake my head. "I’m sorry, Daniel, but you’ve known this could happen ever since you accepted my invitation to stay here. I know it has to be scary, but you’ve had your chances, and I think we just need to get it over with."

He didn’t argue anymore as I slid the briefs down to join his jeans.

The boy was uncircumcised. He probably wasn’t any longer than the twins, though definitely a bit thicker, and still had a little tube of loose flesh hanging past the head. Then again, he was pretty nervous so might not have been showing his best. His balls might have been a bit bigger than a little boy’s, but they weren’t tight up against his smooth little crotch anymore, dangling slightly past his sagging peter. It was cute, but the thing I really loved was the color. Daniel tends to have dark skin when he gets sun, and his face and lower arms were something like a brownish-bronze, maybe sepia. Where he got some sun but not so much—his lower legs, upper arms, and torso—he was slightly lighter, perhaps sienna. His upper legs, which got very little direct light, were a fair, fallow shade, but when I slid his briefs down, the hidden skin beneath was a pale beige that just missed being white. It looked a bit funny overall, but I loved that pale tone and the secrecy that it bespoke.

When his briefs were with his jeans, I looked up at him.

"You know what comes next, Daniel. Go get Heat."

"Please, Jack. I’m really sorry. I know I deserve a spanking, but just your hand. Please?"

I was still looking at his face and felt bad for him. As a matter of fact, I’d been thinking of just giving him a hand spanking with a taste of the paddle, or maybe a short paddling. The way he was acting made me decide that I’d been right when I spoke of throwing him into the deep end, and I told him that.

"I know you’ve never been paddled before, Daniel, and you’ve probably heard a couple of horror stories about my spankings. Still, if you’re going to live here and be part of the family, you’ll have to be treated like the other boys. Doesn’t that seem fair to you?"

He obviously hated to agree, but reluctantly nodded. I was still watching his face. His eyes were watery and his lower lip was trembling.

"I’ll tell you the truth, kiddo. If I don’t give you the paddle this time, we’ll have to go through this same thing next time you get in trouble, and if I give in again, that’ll just make it worse the time after that."

"But I promise…."

"Don’t promise you won’t ask next time, son. If it works this time, you’ll try it again. You’d be stupid not to. I know it’s scary, and we both know it’s going to hurt, but we also know you’ve been pushing your luck, and you have this coming. Now, I think you need to go get the paddle; don’t you?"

I felt horrible as a few tears escaped his eyes and flowed down his cheeks to where he was biting his lower lip, but he nodded and turned, shuffling across the room. I had a beautiful view of his pale little bottom as he moved. I’d seen it framed in white cotton often enough to know it was round and shapely, with just little dimples, but seeing it bare was so much better. I was mostly focused on the upcoming spanking, but I couldn’t help wishing I could get him into a pair of Speedos come summer so I could see that little bottom framed by his darkest skin tone.

When Daniel reached the spot near his door, he froze. I’m pretty sure he and Quint had given each other some test swats with the paddle, and now he was hesitant to take the next step, remembering how it had stung, and wondering how hard I’d use it and how much worse it would be. With one of the other boys, I might have snapped at him or warned him ‘not to make me come over there’, but I gave Daniel a little time to himself before I finally spoke up.

"C’mon, kiddo. Let’s just get it over with so we can get it behind us."

He looked over his shoulder at me, a wry, almost sad grin on his face for a second before turning back to get the paddle, then began his stumbling trek back to me. He sniffed a couple of times as he came, then looked at me.

"I really don’t want to put it behind me, Jack."

"Well," I said, unable to resist a quick smile myself, "I suppose I could have worded it better, but you know what I meant."

He nodded but was now standing in front of me, and neither of us felt like smiling anymore.

"Usually I’d lecture right now, but you already know why you’re in trouble. I have a couple of things I really want to tell you, but I think it’d be easier for you to listen when we’re done. Okay?"

He nodded, so I took the paddle from him and tucked it behind me, then took him by the hips to guide him across my lap. He didn’t fight me, but I couldn’t quite get him into place. It took me a second to realize that he was trying to help me, but was either misreading my intentions or Quint’s dad, the only lap he’d gone across that I was aware of, did things differently.

Finally, I told him, "Daniel, just relax and quit trying to help. Let me guide you."

It took a second, but he did, and I was quickly able to get him into place. I ran my hand across his bottom for a moment, enjoying the combination of firmness and softness that seems to come into perfect balance for so many boys at the brink of puberty. Even as I did that, I adjusted my legs to raise his bottom a bit, then reached behind me for the paddle. As soon as he felt the wood rest against his rear, he tensed, and I spent a couple of minutes getting him relaxed and back into position.

"Now this is how I expect you to start a spanking, Daniel. I don’t expect you to stay this way, but I want you this way to begin at least. Understand me?"

He made a grunt that might have meant yes, so I lifted the paddle and cracked it across his bottom.

"OW!" he nearly howled his protest.

I spanked like I would with Huck, who was my closest boy in size, if not age, to Daniel. I paid careful attention to the condition of his bottom, enjoying the way it colored more rust and burnt umber than true red. I don’t think he was enjoying it nearly as much as I was, though.

After that first startled exclamation, Daniel managed to keep his jaw clenched on a couple of yelps as he grew accustomed to the slow precision of each swat. The fourth blow, landing on his upper left cheek and re-covering some of the same area already stung by the first swat, drew another cry from him.

As I proceeded in my usual pattern—left cheek, then right, back to the center, then the sides, again down the center, then to the legs—he tried hard to keep control but finally couldn’t do it. As his legs began to kick, as he began to squirm, as his hands started trying to reach around and protect his tender, assaulted rear, he began to yelp as each smack cracked down, and soon enough the time between yelps was filled by sobs that grew harder until they were shaking his body. He held on even though each swat to his legs made him buck like a bronco, and I had to pause to pin his wrist beneath my elbow and take a firmer grip around his waist.

He held on, fighting to be brave, until the pattern started over. I don’t know if he realized that it meant the spanking wasn’t more than half over yet, or if the added burn on the already stung places was just too much for him, but he went from sobs to real crying, that grew harder and louder as I went over the same pattern again.

I did go a little easy on the boy, skipping the additional trips down the center of his bottom, and only placed two more smacks on each leg, but he was still broken and bawling by the time I was ready to scald his sit spots. He was already too sore and crying too hard for those last swats to make much difference, but both sit spots were still a darker shade of agony that would probably be reminding him of this for the rest of the day.

When I finished with the spanking, I’m not sure he even noticed until I started to help him up, then he began to struggle again. I’m not sure if he had any idea what he was struggling against, but I let go of him as soon as I was sure he wouldn’t fall on his face… or rear. When he was on his feet, he began a stumbling dance and quickly grabbed his backside, as if to make sure it was really still there. I felt horrible when he shot me a bloodshot, tear-stained accusatory look, but I still held my arms out to him. He paused for a brief eternity, then came to me and let me wrap him in my arms.



It was about an hour later when my reading was disturbed. I looked up to see Daniel standing there in an oversized t-shirt that fell just past his upper thighs but mostly left his coltish legs bare.

"I’m through. Do you want to come check?"

"You did everything I told you?"

He nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Then I don’t need to come check."

He smiled at the implied compliment, but then his face scrunched. "Why don’t you come look, just so I’m sure I’m doing it right?"

I agreed and we took a quick tour of the chores upon which he’d been working. It all looked fine, and I complimented him on it.

"Jack?"

"Yeah, kiddo."

"Didn’t you say there was something you wanted to tell me after you spanked me?"

"Yeah, there was, but it’s kinda like a lecture. Sure you wanna hear it right now?"

He tilted his head to the side and looked at me quizzically for a moment, then shook it. "Nah. Maybe next time I’m in trouble?"

"Well, what I wanted to tell you about is consequences and accepting them and why I think spanking works for boys. I think you should hear it before the next time you get in trouble, but maybe we can wait until you can sit down to do it."

It’s not something you usually consider a sign of love or apology, but his sticking his tongue out at me let me know that he was already willing to accept the consequences.





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