We are leaving for Disneyland in a few hours, and in all the Christmas activity (we went to see the Nutcracker last night), I did not administer his Saturday night spanking. I intended to. In the car on the way home, I had him lower his pants so when we pulled in to the garage, I could make him bend over the back of the seat and use my hand on the seat of his underpants. So all the way home, he sat with his pants at his ankles, his underpants showing, knowing he was going to get it soon. But when we got home, I was too tired, so I let him pull them up and told him we'd do it today.
Now it's time to leave for Disneyland, and he still hasn't had his bottom beaten. He's not getting out of it, though. I didn't have the bravery to spank him in Disney World in August but this time, I will make sure he gets a session over my knees in the park. I will wait to bare him back in the room but he will get a good hand spanking on his pants, maybe even on his underpants, in the park itself.
The picture is from Pinnochio. Clearly Walt Disney thought a sore bottom wasn't a bad thing either!