Hard Day Fishing Part one


by _d_i_c_k_ie <_d_i_c_k_ie6845@worldnet.att.net>

"Will you guys stay down and keep quite!" Jason hissed back at his two friends. "Do you want old man Peters to know we're here?" Jason was lying on his stomach, on the ground looking over his shoulder at his two friends, Jon and Willie who were also on their bellies crawling up behind him. They were three young boys playing hooky on the first really warm day this spring.

"No!" Whispered Willie the youngest of the trio. "He's way over there. How's he gonna hear us?"

Just then Willie felt a hard slap on his butt, it was Jon. "Be quite man! I've had my butt whipped enough by that old fart, and if he catches us because of your noise, I'm gonna get a piece your ass. Got it!" Jon was whispering but it was loud enough to be heard by Jason.

"Amen to that. Boy can he raise a welt!" Jason whispered, now crawling onward through the brush to the pond. All three boys were crawling on their bellies with their fishing poles in one hand and a sack lunch in the other. They were dressed as most farm boys at the time, it was the mid sixties and the boys had fairly short hair and they were wearing sneakers and blue jeans and a white tee shirt.

"You mean he'll whip us?" Willie went along with the two older boys trying to be cool, but he had no idea what was at risk here. Sure if they got caught ditching school, they would be sent home for couple of days and his mom would yell at him, but he had no idea there might be a whipping. Willie had never been spanked before, and with all the horror stories he had heard, he didn't want to start. "But that's not right! I thought only teachers and parents could give swats."

Jason and Jon both stopped and looked at Willie.

"That's not right!? And just what do you think we're doing? Sneaking off to church!" Jason whispered back at him, in his mind he could not understand how stupid some fifth graders could be.

"Yeah and besides, he'll whip Jay and me, you're little he'll just spank you." Jon whispered while pushing Willie to keep moving.

They had finally reached the ridge that led down to the pond, all three boys got to their feet and ran down to the private pond of "Old Man Peters' Farm", the best fishing hole anywhere.

"Yeah! We did it." Jon spoke up as he made his way to the pond. The pond was surrounded by tall grass that was up to seven feet tall. On one part of the pond there was a clearing that the boys had used to fish from.

"Yep. Now if we can only fish without being caught this time." Jason said coming along side Jon and tossed his line into the water, Jon then followed suit. Both boys sat down next to each other on the bank. Willie kept looking back to the farmhouse waiting to see if Mr. Peters was going to come.

"Hey man! Aren't you gonna fish?" Jason said while pushing his pole into the soft ground.

Willie was scared. "I don't want a spanking. I'm going to keep watch."

Jon had finished placing his pole in the ground so he could leave it. "What's your problem kid? You act like getting spanked is the worst thing there is. How hard does your mom hit you anyway?"

"My mom doesn't hit me!" Willie snapped back. "She doesn't believe in spankings." The boy's mother was a true disciple of Dr. Spock; Willie had turned back to watch the house.

Jon had walked up behind Willie and placed one hand on his shoulder and then the other on the small butt of Willie's jeans. "You mean no one has ever panked your wittle bottom?" Jon spoke in a baby voice.

Willie jerked away. "No!"

Jason was sitting by his pole. "Not even a birthday spanking?" He couldn't believe anyone could go their whole life without a spanking. "Come on man. A spanking is like a test of endurance, it proves how tough you are."

Willie looked down at the ground feeling kind of ashamed, like he wasn't as tough as the other guys now. "I'm tough! I just don't want a spanking that's all."

Jon walked back to his pole and sat down. "_s_h_i_t_ man! I'll bet he'd cry if we gave him his birthday spankings." Willie's eleventh birthday was coming up in a week and both boys knew it.

Well that was it. Willie kicked the ground and charged over to Jon. "Would not!" Willie stated with his fists clenched standing over the 13-year-old. He knew Jon could kick his ass that was the main reason he stopped short of jumping him.

Jon dug into his pocket and took out a dollar bill. "I'll tell you what if you don't cry or shed a tear this is yours. But if you do cry what do I get?" Jon sat waving the dollar in front of Willie.

"I ain't got no money."

"It don't haveta be money. Dork! What do I get if you cry?"

Jason spoke up. "I know. If he cries you get to give him 3 more birthday spankings."

Jon's eyes lit up. "Yeah that'll be 33 more!" Jon looked up at Willie. "Well? Do we have a bet?"

Willie was shifting between feet getting awful nervous. "What are ya going to spank me with? No belts or switches!" Willie heard those things could cut your butt.

Jason spoke for Jon now. "Ok he'll use his hand."

Jon became somewhat defensive. "Hey wait a second. He's wearing jeans, that'll hurt my hand more than his butt! No way! Bets off!"

Jason sat up straight. "Ok! Ok! Let me think here." Jason looked across the pond thinking.

Willie knelt down next to Jon and waited too, Jon was wondering what Jason was up to.

"Ok here it is. Willie has to pull his pants down to get spanked and if he does cry he gets 22 more spanks on his bare butt instead of 33. If he doesn't cry Jon has to give him the dollar and get his bare butt spanked by Willie. How's that?"

Jon jumped at this. "Ok you're on!"

Willie was a bit unsure of himself. "With my pants down? You mean my underwear too?" Willie was having second thoughts about this. "Well I don't know." He had seen little boys get bare butt spanked and like what he saw, but didn't know if he wanted to be on the receiving end of it just yet.

Jon slapped his hand on his lap. "You see I told you he was a mommy's boy!" Jon had raised his voice to Jason, then turned back to Willie. "What's a matter baby gonna cry? You want something to suck on?" Jon said in a mean tone while grabbing his crouch.

Willie lunged at Jon only to have Jon grab him by his neck and slam him down across his lap, Willie's head landed onto Jason's crouch causing Jason to groan in pain from his smashed balls. "OH CHRIST MAN!" Jason squeaked.

"I'm sorry man." Jon said, he didn't want to hurt his partner, besides Jason would whip his ass when they were alone, if Jon step to far over Jason's line.

Willie looked up at Jason; he was sort of scared that he got the 15-year-old pissed off too. "He did it!"

Jason was bending over, with Willie's head still in his crouch, trying to regain himself. Willie began to struggle and with a muffled sound he was yelling for Jon to stop it. Jason looked over and saw Jon reaching around Willie's waist trying to undo his pants.

"Hey! Jon stop it." Jason said sitting back up, but his hands were still holding Willie down.

"I wanta spank his butt man!" Jon was determined to have Willie's butt exposed for him.

Jason looked down at Willie and asked. " Do you think you can take it kid?" He wasn't holding Willie as hard as before, Willie seemed to understand he was going to be spanked one way or another.

"I can take it. I'm not a mommy's boy!" Willie said this looking back at Jon showing him that he wasn't afraid.

Jon went back to work on the boy's pants, Jason continued to hold Willie. "Put your face back into my crouch, so if you do cry or scream Mr. Peters won't hear you. Ok?" Jason was running his hands through Willie's hair trying to keep the kid calm.

"Ok." Willie lifted his head and brought back down on Jason's crouch. Jason continued to run his fingers through Willie's hair pressing lightly pushing the boy's face onto the hard _d_i_c_k_ trapped inside his jeans.

Jon had been working franticly to get the boy's pants down, they were so tight, it was like pealing a banana. He pealed the pants down to the boy's knees, then he ran his hands back up to his white cotton shorts and slipped his fingers inside the elastic band and pulled back revealing the boy plump little bubble butt. Jon's mouth was drying up fast as he looked upon the milky white cheeks, and how the boy's back seemed to curve in and the butt push up, he pushed the underwear down to his knees. Jon then ran his hands back up Willie's legs and messaged the two firm cheeks; one cheek in each hand, his thumbs ran up the center and spread the cheeks apart. Looking inside Jon could see the virgin hole; it was clean and pink and looked so tempting to the boy. Oh how Jon wanted to _f_u_c_k_ this little boy, but he knew better, he knew if you _f_u_c_k_ed a kid without talking him into it, he'd go crying to his mom and dad.

Jason sat feeling Willie's head moving back and fourth on his crouch making his _d_i_c_k_ even harder. Watching Jon pry the boy's cheeks apart and look inside, was sending Jason over the top, and he was afraid he'd shoot off and scare the kid away. "Well? What's he look like?"

"Oh man! He's just as clean and firm as your little brother's butt."

Willie was burying his face further into Jason's crouch, he was resigned to the fact these boys had him and that was it. He liked how Jon's hand rubbed his butt, and the cool air on his exposed buns felt great. But mostly he liked his head being in Jason's lap and having the teenager's hand rubbing his head to calm him, and the warm feeling of the boy's big _d_i_c_k_ pressed against his face was something completely new to him. He had never had feelings like this before, he just hoped the guys didn't notice how much he liked what was happening to him.

"Come on man and start it!" Jason wanted the show to begin. Jon and him had planed this from the beginning, and he couldn't believe how well everything was coming together, maybe if Willie was a good enough sport they might even get to _f_u_c_k_ him today. The two of them had spanked and _f_u_c_k_ed almost every cute kid in their junior high, and Willie had just move to the county that meant fresh meat.

SLAP! Jon's hand hit the small butt and just laid there, he knew that he had to lose the bet so Willie could spank him, his hand laying there on the boy's bottom would absorb most of the sting.

SLAP! Willie was jerking, he felt that the slaps had some sting to them but knew he wasn't going to let Jon win, he was not going to cry and he was going to get that dollar and spank Jon's butt with everything he had.

SLAP! Jason was really enjoying this, with every spank Willie would jerk his face against his crouch, his _d_i_c_k_ was really feeling good today, he only wished he had it in the kid's mouth.

SLAP! Jon was loving this, the kid's butt was already turning pink; he began to rub Willie's bottom, he kept telling himself not to hit too hard, he knew he had to lose the bet if he wanted to get a piece of this kid's ass later on.

The plan that Jon and Jason came up with had work with almost every kid in the school, and even better with the boys from the grade school, like Willie. What they would do is, lose the bet then Jon would pay them and pull down his pants and bare himself for a spanking. After a while they would start up a new bet carrying the play spankings a little further, and the more the victims would bare themselves the more they got used to it. Pretty soon the kid, whoever it may have been, was ready to try anything, because he would think he was as tough as the two big kids; and with Jon and Jason showing off their private parts too, it wouldn't be long before there was a lot of sucking and _f_u_c_k_ing.

SLAP! 'That's 5.' Thought Willie. 'Just 6 more. I know I can do it!' Willie couldn't help but to squirm with each spank, trying to get his warm butt out of the way. He could also feel Jason's _d_i_c_k_ through the teenager's jeans zipper, it was rubbing against Willie's mouth. He always felt it would be the dirtiest thing in the world to suck on one, like he heard that some guys did, but now he couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like.

SLAP! Jon's own _d_i_c_k_ was throbbing now, Willie was moving his hips to the spanking and was basically humping Jon's lap.

SLAP! Willie didn't understand why he was enjoying this; his little _d_i_c_k_ was so hard it hurt as much as his butt.

SLAP! Jason could feel it; he was going to shoot, although he couldn't see Willie's face he could swear the kid was beginning to enjoy this.

SLAP! Jon was beginning to hump back to Willie's humping.

SLAP! Willie's butt wasn't hurting hardly at all, in fact Willie found himself wanting more.

SLAP! With the last spank Willie shot up in triumph, both eyes dry and his bottom only a little warm and his little pecker rock hard. "See I told you I wasn't a momma's boy! Those spanks didn't even hurt!" Willie boasted sitting back on his knees.

"Let's see if you say the same thing when I get done with you son!" All three boys jumped and turned to see who just said that, and what they saw brought shivers down their backs. Willie saw the man standing by the tall grass; he quickly started to pull his pants up. It was Mr. Peters, he had been standing there watching for sometime, his hands were in his coveralls playing pocket pool (rubbing his balls), but the boys couldn't tell this from the baggy coveralls. The man scanned the area and took special interest in the youngest of the three boys, this one he had never seen, but he had heard of him and his mother. "Whose fishing poles are in my pond?"

All three boys were too scared to run, although the two older boys knew better than to run, Willie was the only one looking for an escape.

"Mine sir." Jason and Jon both spoke at the same time, both boys' knees were getting weak from fright.

"Well you two get those _d_a_m_n_ things out of my pond NOW!" John Peter's whole body was tense and the boys could see his muscles in his neck budge. The two boys quickly jerked their pole out of the pond and grabbed their sack lunches.

John Peters then walked up to Willie, who began to back away from the tall man. "And where's your fishing pole boy? Or did you just come along to play whore for these two?" His voice was low, but it was firm, and with the last question he had lowered his face to meet Willie's. Willie could see the veins in the man's neck begin to throb as the man's muscles tighten in rage.

"O-O-Over t-t-there s-sir." Willies' eyes never left the man's; he just raised his hand and pointed to where he had dropped his pole and sack lunch. Willie thought for sure he was going to start peeing at any minute, his whole body was shaking. The man smelled of hard work and dirt, his shoulders were broad, and his chest was a carpet of hair.

"Well boy you get your trash and come with me!" John Peters stood up and looked over his shoulders at the other two boys; they were standing there waiting with their poles and sacks in their hands. "And just what are you two waiting for? You know where the barn is by now! GIT!" The two boys spun around and ran through the tall grass, practically knocking each other over on the way. At the sound of the man's voice Willie had grabbed his stuff and began to run towards the farmhouse too, but Peters caught him by the neck. "No son you stay with me."

Peters kept his hand firmly gripped on Willie's neck and guided him through the tall grass. "What's your name son?" The man tried to keep his voice calm but he was still upset by what he had seen.

"W-Willie H-Hanson. Sir." Willie felt the man's rough hand gripping his neck and pushing him through the grass, he didn't dare run nor could he with the man's hand holding him now.

"You and your folks just rented the Old Miller farm house down the road didn't you?" Peters wasn't looking at Willie he was busy keeping an eye on the other two boys who were walking quite a ways in front of them, out of ear shot.

"Y-Yes sir. W-We just m-moved in a-a month a-a-ago." Willie was so afraid he couldn't even talk straight, he hadn't stuttered this bad sense he was very small.

Peters kept walking looking at the two boys in front, remembering how his own two boy used to stutter when they were in trouble, and this little guy did look so much like his youngest son at that age. "What do you think your paw's gonna say when I tell him you were playing hooky and fishing on private property? And what do you suppose he'll say when I tell him, his son was playing some nasty game with two other boys?"

"I-I d-don't have a p-paw, um I-I mean a f-f-father sir." Willie was pretty scared but out of desperation he felt he found a way out. "M-my mother doesn't believe in spankings."

Peters knew what the kid was trying, he wasn't the first to try and get out of a spanking by saying his folks don't spank. " Well then boy I guess you wish about now it was your mom that caught you and not me." Peters stopped, turned and lowered his face to Willie's. "I do believe in spankings! And I'm going to drop you pants and spank your bottom, and if you know what's good for you, you'll stay quiet and take it like a man." Peters straighten up and continued their walk to the barn. Now Willie felt all hope was gone.

"What do you think they're talking about Jay?" Jon spoke to his friend, whose head was hanging low, Jason, knew they were in some real hot _s_h_i_t_ now.

"Jon! Just shut up! We're in really deep _s_h_i_t_ this time!" Jason knew Mr. Peters didn't like them to talk when they were going to get a whipping.

"What's so bad about this time? He'll give us a couple of licks with a strap, we leave with Willie, and then maybe we can still _f_u_c_k_ the kid. Right?" Jon honestly saw nothing different this time than any other time they were caught on Peters' Farm.

"You stupid asshole! The old fart caught us with a little boy, with his pants down. What do you think? That old fart isn't stupid! He knows what we were going to do to Willie! We are in some really stinky _s_h_i_t_ this time! So shut the _f_u_c_k_ up, we've got enough problems!" Jason shot Jon a warning look, which said he would hold Jon responsible for any extra punishment they might get. Jon on the other hand still didn't see what the big deal was.

As the first two boys approached the barn, Sally Peters came out of the house to hang some clothes out to dry on the clothesline, when she noticed the boys leaning their fishing poles against the barn wall. She walked over with her clothesbasket under her arm, she could not believe that these two boys were back again.

"You two again? What is your problem? All you two have to do is ask permission to fish after school, and Mr. Peters would gladly let you two fish here!" Sally Peters was more than upset, she was beside herself. What could it possibly be that these two boys are thinking, she had to wonder if maybe they liked being strapped?

"Not any more!" John Peters' voice boomed, as he and Willie came around the barn. "I don't want to see these boys anywhere near my farm again!" Mr. Peter's hand was still gripping the back of Willie's neck guiding the boy around. John Peters stopped and glared at the two older boys. "YOU KNOW THE DRILL! GIT IN THERE AND GET READY!"

The two boys swung around almost knocking each other over again, trying to get inside the barn. Sally just stood there with her mouth open, as she stared at the little boy her husband was guiding to the barn door. "What the hell has been going on here?" She said in disbelief. She had notice that the little boy's head didn't even come to her husband's chest.

"Nothing! I stopped it!" John walked Willie into the doorway and pointed to a bale of hay. "I want you to sit on that bale of hay and watch those two. I don't want to hear you say a word, or see you move an inch. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir." Willie left the man and walked to the bale and sat down and watched as Jason and Jon were pulling down their pants and underwear. They were each standing in front of a bale of hay, one on each side; they kneeled down and reached over to grab each other's hands. They were now lying across the bale with their bottoms facing up in the air; each boy was gripping the other arms and had locked them together, as so as to hold each other down for their whipping.

John and Sally Peters stood in the doorway and watched the two getting ready for their punishment. Sally never questioned her husband before, but now she just had to ask. "You're not going to take a strap to that little boy? Are you?"

"No!" John rolled his eyes. "But he is going to get his bottom spanked at least three times today. He'll stay here and work until school lets out. I'm not letting that child leave here with those two perverts."

"Now John. They're just children."

"And if they were men, they wouldn't still be breathing! I think they're _d_a_m_n_ lucky to still be children! Maybe they might learn something today!" The husband and wife were talking low so the boys couldn't hear them. "I promise I'll only spank the little one, but the two older boys have gone too far, and they are going to get it hard today."

Sally put her hand to her husband's face and brought it to hers, she kiss him lightly on the cheek. "Now John, remember your temper. For me?"

John looked at his wife, God how he loved her! He was sorry he couldn't give her anymore children, the one thing he loved the most about her, was her love for children. "For you." And he returned her kiss.

John turned and walked into the barn on the way in he grabbed a leather strap that was hanging on the wall, it was a long strap that was dragging on the ground as he approached the two teenagers. Sally had put down her laundry basket to watch. Willie couldn't believe what he was seeing that strap, in his eyes, looked more like a whip. Jason and Jon both had their heads down not wanting to looking up, all they could hear was Mr. Peters walking up and standing center along the side of the bale of hay. He raised the strap over his right side and laid it hard on Jason's upturned butt, it cut loose with the most gut wrenching sound Willie had ever heard. CRACK!

"OWE! GOD PLEASE NO!" Jason couldn't believe how hard that first lick was, he was right Mr. Peters was really pissed off this time.

John brought the strap back up to his left and backhanded it across Jon's poor butt. CRACK!

"OH JEEZZ NO!" Jon screamed that one really hurt, and they just started.

With both strikes against the boys Willie jerked, bringing his legs up and grabbing his knees together and holding them against his chest. He lowered his face down so he wouldn't have to see the two boys get whipped. He was crying so hard he was having a hard time breathing. He just knew he couldn't take that kind of punishment, he knew it would kill him.

CRACK! Jason began to scream, this would be Jason's first time being really whipped, today Jason would learn the difference between spanked and whipped, whether he liked it or not.

CRACK! Jon too was screaming by the second hit, he had always liked it when he could get an adult to spank him. But now he wasn't so sure if he would ever want to be spanked again, especially like this.

Sally was also jerking with each plow the boys were taking; she didn't like it when John had to be so hard on the boys. But she knew that if John felt the best way to stop the kind of behavior that he must have seen by the pond was with a lot of pain then so be it.

CRACK! "OH GOD PLEASE! I'M SOORRRY!" Jason wailed.

CRACK! "NOO MOORRRE!" Jon was bawling.

Willie felt sick, the poor kid was dizzy with fear. The boy jumped to his feet and ran to the door, he wasn't trying to run away, he ran straight to Sally. "Oh please tell him I'm s-soorryy! P-Please I-I c-can't t-t-t-take that! PLEASE!" Willie was hugging Sally begging her to save him. Sally wrapped her arms around the poor boy's head and led him to a bench outside the barn. She sat down and pulled the crying child to sit on her lap; she then wrapped her arms around his head again and held his head to her bosom, trying to cover his ears with her hands. Willie grabbed her hands and held them tighter to his ears, trying his best to block out the sounds of the whippings that were going on inside the barn.

John saw the boy run to his wife, as they left he continued his assault on the two teenagers. John's harsh punishments came from memories of being raped as a child by older men and boys. He had swore that he wouldn't just stand by and let this sort of thing happen again to someone else. John knew all the tricks that men and boys used to trick younger boys into _s_e_x_, in John's eyes if a child had to be tricked into _s_e_x_ then he shouldn't be having _s_e_x_. He had stood by the tall grass watching the two boys lead Willie into that spanking game, if they hadn't mislead Willie into that little play spanking game he might have even stayed and watched. But he knew when Jon made the bet, and how soft the spanks were, they had planned on luring this kid into some kind of _s_e_x_, without him knowing what having _s_e_x_ meant for a younger kid like Willie. John knew this because the same things happen to him when he was eight and until he turned eighteen, and was able to take complete control of his life. Remembering the past torture that he had endured made John lose track as to how many times the two boys in front of him had been strapped, he had been going at it for sometime before he stopped and looked at their backsides.

Jason's ass was streaked with welts, the boy's arms were hanging over the bale he was laying on, he wasn't screaming any more just long drawn out moans. The boy lay there too exhausted to move, sweat poured down his face.

Jon's ass was just as bad, only by accident John had broke the skin, and there was some blood coming down one cheek. He was also too exhausted to cry or scream any more, he just moaned with each breath.

John was dripping sweat from the workout he just gave them, a harsh pain of guilt hit him, he hadn't meant to be that hard on these two the last thing he wanted was to draw blood. "Get up and get dressed!"

The two teenagers could barely stand up, they pull on their clothes and stood up as straight as they could, they stood there facing each other. Their breaths were shallow sweat poured off their faces, John walked up between them and took a better look at them.

"I'm not an idiot! You two lead that boy into that game of yours so you could probably trick him into some kind of _s_e_x_. Didn't you?" John kept looking back and fourth at the two boys.

Jason being the oldest spoke first. "Yes.."

"No.." Jon spoke before Jason had finished.

Both boys looked at each other, both in shock at what the other had said. John stopped looking back and fourth and brought his eyes to Jon, he took the other step needed to be in Jon's face. "You just got the licking of a lifetime. AND YOU'RE STILL LIEING TO ME!"

Jon saw the man's veins in his neck throb, his face was so close to Jon's, he could feel the heat coming off the man's face. He was petrified with fear.

"Get the hell off my land! Get out of my life! IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN THERE WON"T BE ANYTHING LEFT TO IDENTIFY!" John was shouting as loud as he could. Jon fell over backwards; he rolled over on to his feet and took off running out the door, right past Sally and poor Willie. Jason had also turned to run, but John caught him by his shirt. He grabbed the teenager by the chest and slammed him up against the wall. With just one hand John had picked the boy up over his own head.

"As for you BOY!" John's face was beat red. "I've heard rumors about you two, that you're into _f_u_c_k_ING young boys. That you two have everything except for maybe a 'preschoolers prostitution ring', but I'm sure in time you'll probably try that too! So you listen and listen HARD! If I get wind of either of you touching a child again, including that one outside, I will come for you myself! DO YOU HEAR ME!"

Jason couldn't speak, because of the way Mr. Peters was holding him up, he could barely breath. Jason nodded that he understood. With that John dropped the teenager to the ground, Jason was on the ground gasping for air, coughing standing on all fours, John walked up behind Jason and kicked the boy on his sore butt.

"NOW GIT OFF MY LAND!" John Peters roared. Jason also took off running out of the barn and down the road, like his friend, leaving his fishing pole and lunch behind. John had walked out the door after Jason and watched the boy run, personally he was amazed that the boy could run like that with such a sore ass. Behind John was his wife sitting on the bench, with Willie crying just as hard as before still pleading for her to save him, John kept his back to the woman and child watching the two teenagers running off his land. He could hear Willie sobbing to his wife to help him, and his wife telling the child to take it like the man she hoped he would be someday. John took the strap he was still holding in his hand and put it across his shoulder.

John turned to address Willie. "Son do you remember the bale that those two had to lie across?"

"Y-y-y-yess s-s-ssir." Willie was in a complete panic and could barely get any words out.

"I want you to go inside and stand by that bale, and wait for me." John was trying to keep his voice calm, seeing as how scared the boy was, and besides that he really wasn't mad at Willie. But the boy had to be punished, and like it or not John was going to spank this boy.

End of part one.


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