“Jonathon, being a fairly typical young lad, had been getting on my nerves. He had unfortunately become lazy and very untidy and was acting as if he owned MY house.
When I sit down to have a talk to him and he adds insult to injury by blowing smoke in my face I am not very happy at all. I order him to go and clean up his pig sty of a room. His reaction was to run out of the house but not before SLAPPING MY FACE and calling me a BASTARD!
(I can see the glee in some of your faces)
After recovering from this shocking experience I drove off looking for him but not before taking a riding quirt with me to use for self defense just in case he gets violent. I abhor violence and was determined to throw him out of the house. I finally find him in a derelict building. Cowering in a corner I tell him to stand up and let him know that he can pack his bags and could sleep on the streets for all I care. The mixed up begs forgiveness and says it will never happen again. I say that I am not interested but finally give in when I see how distraught he is. He sees that I have the crop with me and offers to take a beating when we get home. I let him know that he is going to get a beating “here and now”
He is ordered to strip and lean against the wall with his bottom well presented. The cruel crop soon has the miscreant yelping with pain as his smooth naked buttocks receive stroke after stroke of the stinging instrument. When I turn him around it is obvious the boy doesn’t have himself under control as I am greeted with a huge erection. My disgust is palpable.
I order him to get dressed but tell him he is going to be caned when we get back home. And caned he is! Being at heart a very kind person I offer his sore and marked bottom some comfort by softly rubbing cooling cream into his naked buttocks. Once he has dressed he is informed that he will immediately clean his room then mow the lawn and clear up the kitchen All he can answer is “Yes Stephen, of course”