Re. Discipling little boys (sic) Little boys always used to know that their parents and teachers had 2ft rattan canes and that if they exhibited any cocksure, idle or violent behaviour, those canes would be used hard on the palms of their sweet little hands. Any repetition of their misbehaviour would result in more smacks on the hands, and then their p****** would come down for the application of a longer cane to the buttocks.
I don’t think many of the boys realised how s*** they looked as they dropped their cocky and aggressive attitude and became submissive, obedient, penitent children again, red-eyed and crying with the intense pain that radiated from the palms of their well beaten hands. I don’t think they realise how s*** and inviting they looked with their hands clamped in their arm-pits in an effort to relieve the intense, throbbing pain, especially as their rounded, shapely buttocks stretched their little shorts into arousing curves and their sweet, hairless thighs led up into the loose, high-cut leg openings as the crotch of the shorts barely covered the little boy c*** and the white boy balls. How inviting the b*** cleft looked, barely concealed by the tight shorts, almost inviting all who saw it to pull down those shorts and f*** that sweet little backside until the boy yelled from the sore, stretched a** hole.
Every time I caned a boy’s hands, I made him stand feet apart, hands on head, as I felt his c*** through his shorts. He was always moist, where the shock of the cane had made him soak his underpants. He was always limp. No boy with throbbing, burning hands ever had a boy erection to f*** his mommy and his girlfriend. But girlfriend gives hand jobs as the boy describes the punishment, while at home mommy is excited by knowing that her little boy has been punished with the cane on the hands and she will certainly drop her p****** so that he can f*** her.
