Grandad's leather strap

During school holidays, Mum would often send me to stay with my grandparents for a week. They had a big old Victorian house by the seaside, and I always enjoyed my holidays there. They were a traditional working class couple with old-fashioned values on manners and respect, and certainly discipline. As an example of this, when I was about 10, my Gran spanked my bare bottom for not tidying my bedroom when told to. She only used her hand, but she spanked me hard for a couple of minutes and my bottom was a dark pink all over when I got off her knee.

When I was 13 I decided to snoop round Grandad's study when he was out gardening. This was strictly off bounds, and I knew I was risking a good hiding if I was caught. But I admit the risk of being spanked excited me. some The door had no lock so I entered without problem. It was very dated, with a green leather top desk, a leather captain's chair, and a chesterfield sofa. Book shelves lined the panelled walls. It was like stepping back in time.

What caught my eye, however, was a thick leather strap hanging on a hook behind the desk. Mum had mentioned that her Dad had strapped her brothers and herself for serious misbehaviour. For some reason, the thought of this strap being taken to Mum's shapely bottom thrilled me. I went to inspect it. I had only just picked it up when the door quickly opened and there stood Grandad. It transpired that Gran had spotted me sneaking into the study.

"What are you doing here, and what are you doing with my strap?" he thundered.

I dropped the strap and shrank back. Grandad had walloped me a few times before and I always had trouble sitting after a trousers down spell across his knee.

"Nothing!" I stammered stupidly.

After reading me the riot act, Grandad had me bend over an arm of the chesterfield sofa, and yanked my football shorts down to my ankles, and folded my shirt on to my back. My pale blue briefs were stretched taut over my bottom which was high in the air, and I felt very vulnerable. Even in my state of fear though, I could not help wondering if Mum had been leathered bent over this very sofa. Her bottom would have looked wonderful.

Grandad then proceeded to leather my backside very soundly. My age in licks for entering his study without permission, and he rounded this up to 20 because I had been "playing" with his strap. It was the first time I had been spanked with a strap, He really set my backside on fire that day. Tears were flowing down my face as I left his study minutes later, my hands clutching my burning buttocks. Even so, a sly grin spread over my face and I felt a stirring in my loins as thought about telling Mum about my tanning from her father.

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