A Memory Man Production
Your home has been quiet since the last of your sons went away to uni. Your younger sister who lives nearby has three boys Tom, Dick and Harry (9, 10 & 11yrs old); they are delightful generally well behaved boys with an adventurous mischievous streak, they love to visit you and sometimes sleepover, generally brightening up your life.
They are lively and at times they can be innocently cheeky but you have noticed their natural ebullience is very much dampened when your brother in law is around. One sharp word, or even a disapproving glare from him is sufficient to quieten them and bring them instantly and apprehensively to heel. Your brother-in-law is stern and humourless and you are aware that he often spanks them. You have no problem with that (indeed who were firm with your own kids who spent their share of bare bottomed quality time across your lap) but you do believe he is overly strict with them, giving them hidings for minor of transgressions, such as you would simply have admonished.
Your b-i-l has been offered a promotion at work involving a year's secondment to an overseas factory. Reluctant at first to take the post, move his family overseas and disrupt the boys education, he jumped at the chance when you offered to take the boys under your roof for the year during term time so that your sister could accompany him and the boys could still join them for the longer holidays.
He did rather astound you though, when on bringing the boys across to settle in prior to departure he produced a two tailed tawse and waving it under the boy's noses, told you "take this and don't stand any nonsense from them."
"That's a bit fierce for their age" you thought; although when you took it you noted it was pretty lightweight, a stinger rather than a bruiser.
With the boys around your house came to life, and on their first weekend they asked to go and play football on the nearby park. That was OK but you warned them some of your neighbours were very proud of their front flower beds told them to be sure to just carry their ball until they got to the park.
They had only been gone a few minutes when there was knock on the door; your heart sank when you saw it was the elderly childphobic old spinster from a few doors down with your crestfallen nephews in tow. She started ranting on about how the little hooligans had trampled her flower beds retrieving their ball. The boys admitted retrieving the ball but indignantly denied causing any damage. You sighed and sent them up to their room to wait while you inspected the alleged damage.
On reaching the scene of the alleged crime there was indeed a damaged patch in a bed of tulips with several broken stems, but you also noted a big pile of dog poo and some scratch marks amongst them. You bit your tongue, stuffed it firmly in your cheek and placated the old biddy with the assurance that causing such damage certainly merited a severe hiding and that it wouldn't happen again.
You believe the boys denials but nevertheless were annoyed that they had disobeyed you; there would have been none of this hassle if they'd had they kept hold of the ball as you'd told them. By disobeying your strict instructions they had created the incident. You made your way home wondering whether now, with the custody of three boisterous young boys, that instead of merely reading the riot act it may be time to take them over your lap and reactivate your spanking arm, reminding them their easygoing uncle was now also their guardian and that they'd better mind you or else face painful consequences.
On entering their room you stop in your tracks when you see three little moons shining at you as your nephews stand with their noses to the wall naked from the waist down. Clearly "Wait in your room" has very specific meaning in their world.
Smilingly surveying some stunning superbly spankable saucy prominent provocative pert pale peachy posteriors perfectly presented pre-punishment the temptation to take their twin tongued tawse to tan those three tantalising tiny tender trembling tails tormented you.
Will you succumb? If not ....................???