I had no right to hit your boy, no matter how badly he behaved. Dad had both his hands tangled in the boys hair again, holding his shaking, little bod... as steady as he could. Youre a man now, son, and its your responsibility to make sure your pets behave. If he doesnt, you need to show him that youre the boss. Give him a couple smacks on the ass, Adam, make sure he knows whos in control. I didnt use a lot of force the first time I spanked Joes butt. Dont show him any mercy, Dad said, urging me. Was it one of desperation? Would she bolt for the street when she saw me, saw us? She seemed to be heading towards the street side restaurant exit when her eyes caught mine.It felt like a million years passed in that second. I know I went white, and Sven had stopped talking. Then a smile that bloomed on her face like a morning glory in full sun, accompanied by her eyes brightening up, told me that whatever had passed the night before, she was fine. She hastened over and we all stood, but it was. . if Miss Presswell will obligeme by fastening you into a whipping frame."A shock passed through Jason's body. A whipping frame! He turned, hopingto hear Miss Presswell deflect the woman's threat, but her black linedbrows were lifted in agreement. "What a good idea, Hilda," she said,leading Jason backwards in short, high-heeled steps to a cushioned standin black leather."My first response to his behaviour would have been a most humiliatingpublic revelation for the sissy, but he will be grateful. "Oh you are a pretty lttle school girl," he said to himself as he drankin the reflection before him. "You look so pretty in your school uniform," he continued.He did a quick twirl and the skirt flared out revealing his whitepanties. His boyhood strained but for the moment it would have to behappy caged within the soft cotton panties. He turned and wiggled hisbottom at the mirror. He was tingling from head to toe. He faced themirror and shook his head from side to side, delighted at the way.