Jim and I took a long trip to visit one of his old friends. While we were there, we started to get in an argument. Jim shot me a few warning glances but I kept it up until he lost patience. While his friend was out of the room, he told me to knock it off or he would spank me. I didn't believe he would do that at his friends house and it made me goad him more. A big mistake. Even though Jim was normally the mildest of guys, once he thought I was acting too childish, he thought tbe best way to remedy the situation was with a hard spanking. Finally, when I wouldn't quit, he told me to follow him out through the kitchen and into the attached garage.
When we got to the garage, Jim told me to go out to his old van and bring in his belt. I wasn't about to do that because his friend would see my bringing it in and that would be too embarrassing. Jim told me again to go get his belt but I tried to talk him out of it. Jim looked really mad. Then he went over and picked up a board, that was about 2 feet long, 2 inches wide and 3/4 of an inch thick.
"Come over here" I didn't jump right over but after some discussion I came over towards him and he had me put my hands on the work bench and bend over. Fortunately, he didn't make me take my pants down although he always had in the past. Jim took his left hand and put it in the small of my back and then CRACK. He delivered a really hard swat to the seat of my jeans. It really stung. But it was followed by another CRACK and another. After about eight, I was into my usual mode of trying to convince Jim to let up. Once in a while it actually worked but not this time. CRACK CRACK CRACK. These were hard swings with this board and my butt was really on fire! Finally, after giving me about eighteen hard swats, Jim laid the board back down and took me back into the house. I didn't really even have time to rub my aching butt.
Of course, I didn't argue with Jim any more that afternoon and I thought it was all over until we got into his van for the ride home. Then he told me he was really disappointed in my trying to ruin his trip and that he was going to finish the spanking once we got home. Of course, I was trying to convince Jim not to give me another spanking and told him my butt was already sore and aching from the board in the garage. He didn't seem too convinced. Finally, after a couple of hours of driving, he pulled into a campground that didn't seem to have anyone else around and told me we were staying there for the night. We had a few beers together and Jim seemed to mellow a bit and forget about the fact he had been mad at me.
"So, you don't want to have to think about your spanking until we get home?" he asked, with some amusement. I didn't know what to say.
"Well, does it bother you waiting until we get home for the rest of your spanking?"
"What do you mean, the rest of my spanking? You already beat my butt good with that board, Jim"
"You're far from done. I told you to get my belt and you didn't. And before that you kept picking at me when I was trying to have a good time. But I think you're right. You shouldn't have to wait for it." With that, Jim stood up and walked over to his van. He reached inside and pulled out his old leather belt and doubled it up. He came over to the picnic table where I was sitting and told me to get up and bend over the table. Well, I figured arguing was only going to make it worse, so I stood up, pulled down my jeans, and bent over the rough picnic table, leaving nothing between my already red butt and Jim's belt but my boxers. Jim took a good swing WHACK! It didn't take long for the second stroke WHACK WHACK After six good licks, I was squirming around and really wanting Jim to let me up. WHACK "Oww, please Jim, I'll be good." I always hated promising to be good, just like a little boy, when Jim laid into me with his belt. WHACK WHACK "Ohhh, please stop." But I hated the belt landing more so I pleaded and kicked my legs, hoping to make him stop. This time it didn't work. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. "OWWW, please, please" WHACK. Jim kept whaling away until he had given me at least two dozen licks and then finally went and put his belt back in the van. Boy, I was glad that he was done and I quickly got into my sleeping bag before he could pick up his belt again. It seemed like a pretty hard spanking for just arguing with him. The only thing that made me nervous was that he hadn't said it was over and he usually did.
The next day we arrived at his house and we went up to his room to put his things away. He was carrying some of his clothers, including his belt which I figured he was going to put in the closet. I was really surprised when he said it was time to finish the spanking.
"What do you mean, finish? You already did it TWICE!" Jim didn't argue, he just sat on his bed and gestured for me to come over there. When I did, he quickly pulled my jeans down and told me to get over his knees. He hadn't spanked me like that in a while but I knew better than to argue now. I climbed over his knees and he adjusted me to his liking so my butt was just over his right knee. Then he reached over and picked up his doubled up belt and WHACK, started applying it to my boxers. While it didn't hurt as much as over the table, it was pretty embarrassing to be getting it over his knee. He kept it up giving me fifteen or so licks with his belt and then he put the belt down. Finally, its over. But Jim pulled my boxers down and started spanking me with his bare hand.
"Don't you EVER do anything like that again when we go on a trip or you will get spanked each day for a week. Do you understand" All the while, he was spanking me on my sore butt with his hand, harder and harder. I tried to just take it but it stung, and I was kicking my legs and pleading for him to stop spanking me. Finally, after a good while of hand spanks, he stopped and told me to get up. He let me pull my boxers and jeans up and the spanking was over. It lasted a long time.