Talk in the Shed

"No, Daddy, no!" Kenneth Loesing held his youngest son Javier by the arm. They were going to have a "talk" in the shed. Javier was struggling, but Kenneth was of course stronger. He pulled his seven year old along. Soon they arrived at the gardener's shed. One handed Kenneth opened the door, still dragging along Javier he switched on the light and pulled out an armless chair from under the work bench. Javier realized there was no escape, so he decided to cooperate, unbuttoned his trousers and waited until his father tipped him over his lap. After a little adjustment Javier's bottom was raised high up in the air, his upper body and legs were dangling above the ground. Javier held onto the chair's legs. He hated staring down at the cold concrete floor. It was interesting what he noticed. There were some cracks. Javier suddenly felt his father lower his underpants to half mast - as Kenneth liked to call lowering those to halfway of Javier's upper thighs. The cold air brushed Javier's behind and made him shudder. Javier clenched and unclenched his buttocks. Then the first smack came. It wasn't too hard, but Javier knew from experience the sting would build up with each spank following each syllable. Kenneth's hand was nearly as large as Javier's behind, so he was able to cover a lot of ground.  "You are going to pay attention in class and not disrupt it! Is this clear?" The pain had increased with the slaps. Javier was yelping soon. He knew his father was expecting an answer to his question, so he replied between gritted teeth and close to tears: "Yes, sir." The next volley of spanks followed. "You are not swearing at your teacher! This is unacceptable behavior." The last smacks were harder and landed on Javier's sit spots, making him screech. Javier had started to cry earlier. His behind was stinging and had taken on a darker shade of red. "Okay, have you learned your lesson?" This time Kenneth didn't raise his hand. Javier nodded vigorously. The whole "conversation" had maybe taken up a minute, but it wasn't too soon for Javier. Before Javier had disliked the cold draft, but now it cooled his burning skin. Kenneth pulled up Javier's underpants and helped him to his feet. Kenneth hugged Javier close to him and said: "I'm sorry I had to punish you and hope I don't have to repeat it. I love you." He let Javier cry in his shirt until his dark blond and grey eyed son had recovered somewhat. Kenneth helped Javier put on his pants and let him go. Javier fled into the darkness of the night. Kenneth sighed. He knew Javier was going to his pet rabbit Brewster, telling him about his sorrows. It helped Javier, so Kenneth let him be.

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