Little Foxxy knows I was meaning business when I ordered him to remove his clothes and go downstairs and lie on the bed.

I grab a belt and cane and shortly follow him downstairs. When I enter the room he is lying there with fear written all over his face.

I start to punish him with the belt and his thin grey trunks offered little or no protection. His bottom was hurting and his groans kept me assured that he was getting the beating he deserved.

When his bottom is finally bared and the cruel cane is applied to his bottom the the screaming really starts.......