I recently related how I gave my daughter Clara her first proper spanking, and this time I would like to tell you about the first time I smacked my son Marcos. He was no stranger to a spanking by this time, however, as he had already been across his mother’s knee once before.
My turn to warm his bottom happened when my wife’s brothers came to visit one day, along with their own sons. Marcos was five years old at the time.
Marcos and his cousins went off to play in his bedroom, but it wasn’t long before my elder nephew came downstairs to say that Marcos and his younger brother were fighting. We rushed to my son’s room, where the boys were still brawling. We separated them and I ordered my son to stay in his room for the remainder of the visit.
Once our visitors had left, I talked with my wife about Marcos’s behaviour and we decided that he had to be spanked.
This being decided, I climbed the stairs and went into my son’s bedroom. I asked him sternly: “Marcos, do you think it’s OK for you to fight with your cousin?” He looked very ashamed and shook his head slowly.
“Stand up.” He obeyed and I sat down on the bed ready to administer the spanking. “Bare your bottom for me.” He blushed and very reluctantly undid his trousers, lowering them to his ankles. He looked up at me appealingly but found no mercy, so slowly peeled down his underpants as well.
“Over my knee.” He bent forward and I helped him lie down in the required position, adjusting his body so that his bare bottom was under my hand, and I remembered all the times I had been in the same position over my mother or father’s knee.
Then I began to spank. I didn’t spare him, mostly hitting the centre of his bottom with my hand spanning his butt crack. I smacked his backside until it was bright red and its owner in floods of tears.
After I had finished, I stood him up between my legs and held him as he had a cry. I put my hand on his bottom and felt how warm I had made that part of his body.
“Are you going to be a good boy now, and not fight any more?” I asked. Needless to say, he nodded vigorously and promised to behave. Unfortunately, boys will be boys and it wasn’t long before he was once more bare bottomed across my lap, or that of his mother.
Contributor: Manuel