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Date Posted:10:35:33 08/27/21 Fri
Shopping today for school clothes. The new term fast approaching for our kids here in England. Let us hope Covid does not affect this. Our youngest boy (now 15) is with us, and is not at all happy about it. But he has outgrown the last academic year's school trousers. So here we are.
“I can't just buy you a pair in the hope that they fit,” his Mum explains patiently “You have to try them on".
“You can take them back and change them if they don't fit,” was his ungracious response to this.
“Do you want your bottom tanned before we go out? His Mum asks matter-of-factly.
Unsurprisingly, this has no appeal to the boy, but here we are, clothes shopping. I am not too chuffed about the expedition myself, mind, but Mrs W says I need a new work suit. Who am I, a mere down-trodden husband , to argue?
Poor Irene, dragging two reluctant males round the clothes shops. Still, it was her idea.
Anyhow, the little sod is playing up, and having a big time sulk. Finally, I place my hands on his shoulders and hold his gaze.
“Lose the attitude right now, young man, or you will be getting such a spanking when we get home".
A warning from his Mum , and now one from his Dad. You might have thought the penny would drop. Nope, the pouting persisted, the arguing continued, the insolent shrug of shoulders when asked if he liked these trousers, or maybe these over here.
My wife says to me eventually, and within our son's hearing.
“Maybe he needs a sound spanking from each of us when we get home?” she asks me.
“Could be,” I agree "Looking that way".
Certainly he was better behaved after that, but it was too late, and I think he knew it. A new set of school trousers, some white shirts, and a suit for me purchased, we make our way back home.
A little while later, when the three of us are settled with a cup of tea, I fish a coin out of my pocket.
“Heads you spank him, tails I spank,” I suggest, and Irene agrees.
I toss the coin, and it lands on the back of my hand, heads up. II grin at her.
“Best of 3!” says the good wife, and our youngest glares at her.
She is lucky at cards too, by the way.
Our boy is now across his mother's knee, shorts and briefs round ankles. Her hand is warming his bare bottom at a good, steady pace.
I sit and sip my tea, observing the spanking. To think his sister is missing this (hockey practice).