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E. M.
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Date Posted: 12:31:47 06/22/09 Mon
Mum's sent you upstairs to wait until Dad gets home. You don't want this whacking. But you know you've got to have it.
The last time Dad whacked you, he put you over his knee.
He's been doing that for as long as you can remember. When you were little he cut a cane down small, specially for you, his younger boy. Now you get the big cane the same as your brother Thomas, who is fourteen.
Thomas is too big to go over Dad's knee. So he gets the full force of the cane as he bends over for Dad to whack him. You've seen Dad getting a really good swing at Thomas's bottom, from a standing position beside him.
But Dad thinks you're not ready for that yet. So he still puts 'little' William over his knee, where Dad can only get a short swing, holding the cane a good way from the end.
But you're nearly twelve now - and you're determined to show Dad how grown up you are. You've decide you're going to take it like Thomas does.
It's lonely in that bedroom though, waiting for Dad to finish his tea, and come up the stairs with the cane. You're getting nervous. Are you going to change your mind about your brave decision? Better get ready, anyway. If you do something you won't feel so nervous.
You know Dad likes you to be down to your underpants ready. Take your shoes off first. Now your trousers. Put them away very neatly. You feel silly in your socks, so slip those off too. Now you're ready, feeling nervous again. What can you do to keep occupied?
Well, if you're really going through with this, you need to think about what you're going to bend over. The chair from your computer desk? You're bedroom's small. Put the chair where there's room for Dad to get a good swing with the cane.
Are you still feeling so brave now, when you think of that swing?
Dad's here now. Just a short lecture and he sits on your bed waiting for you to get over his knee.
This is the moment of decision. Dad's knee looks so inviting? It never did before when he was going to cane you! Well you can stand on the diving board for just so long, and then you've got to decide. Are you going to dive into the icy water, or climb back down the ladder?
Of course you're going to make the dive. We knew you would. You're nearly twelve. Slip your briefs down. Roll them neatly around your thighs. Dad doesn't like them to look untidy. Lower down in case Dad wants to give you a few whacks on the legs.
Dad is surprised when you bend over the back of the chair. But he's pleased with you. Thomas had to be told when it was time for a 'grown up' caning, and he was older then than you are now.
Well, you've made your decision. You're bending over the chair waiting for the first time to feel the full swing of the full length of the cane. Do you hope Dad will go easy on you? Hold the cane short? Not draw it back as far as he does when caning Thomas? Mixed feelings?
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Well now you know. Dad is going to spare you nothing. He realises you want to show him you're not his little William any more. Anyway he's been holding back for long enough in the past. Now you're going to get the hard punishment you deserve.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
This is hurting much worse than you've ever had it before. You've seen Thomas getting it like this, and you know you're getting it just as hard.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
You wish it was over now. You know your burning, throbbing behind must be thoroughly wealed now, just like the welts you've seen on Thomas's bottom after a caning like this. You're not going to cry though are you? That would spoil everything. You're nearly twelve you know you can do it.
WHACK! WHACK! Two across your thighs just under your bum. Dad can see your welted behind has had enough. No, you're not going to cry, William. You know it must be nearly over if Dad has started caning your legs.
You've left your Dad just enough space on your thighs above your rolled down briefs for two more good lashes of the cane.
WHACK! WHACK! It's over. Dad is proud of you. You're proud of yourself.
Dad finds some baby oil and draws you gently over his knees on the bed. He applies it slowly, rubbing it softly along the length of every one of those angry throbbing welts on your poor aching bottom and thighs. He keeps you over his knees applying the cooling balm.
You intended never to go over Dad's knees again. But this feels so good. And you're not twelve yet!
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