Jason Takes It and Gives It Like a Man


by Realist

Chris had been happy to agree to give Jason some extra tuition in the evenings. He had plenty of time on his hands since his last girlfriend had gone to America. A college lad of 20, he was grateful for the extra money. What is more, he liked Jason. They were much more like friends than tutor and pupil.

Jason was a generally well behaved lad who was eager to learn and responsive to authority. Of course, as with any healthy 14 year old boy, there were times when he neglected his homework when more attractive distractions presented themselves to him. On those occasions he was quick to admit his fault and to accept his punishment (which was either having to write an essay or being grounded for a day or two).

One day, Jason's mother called on Chris. She was concerned because there was a rumour on the estate that Jason occasionally smoked. She said she had raised it with him and he had strongly denied the allegation. While she was prepared to accept his word, at least for the present, she was still afraid that there might be some truth in the gossip. She felt very strongly that every effort should be made to ensure that her son did not take up smoking, at least until he was old enough to make an informed decision. She was consulting Chris because she knew that Jason respected him and because she was convinced that the supportive influence of a man was essential to keep the boy out of trouble.

Chris, not unnaturally, pointed out that Jason's step-father would be the obvious person to tackle problems of this sort. She explained that relations between the two of them were not good. Not to put too fine a point on it, her husband had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with Jason's upbringing. She begged Chris to agree to help her. He asked what she had in mind. She said that she thought that a strongly worded warning from him could well be enough to keep Jason on the straight and narrow.

"All he needs is to know that if he is found to be using cigarettes, he will be fairly, but severely, punished, and I know that he will accept any punishment you impose".

"Well, I'm certainly prepared to give him a lecture on the subject of smoking, but it must only be fair that I should give him a clear indication of what he can expect if he ignores that lecture. Would you be happy for me to threaten him with a lengthy period of grounding?".

"I'd obviously want to leave the choice of punishment to you, but I had really been thinking of something a bit stronger than that. I mean, I know he doesn't like it when you ground him, but he doesn't always remember that when he gets tempted into mischief again. The last thing I want is to be too hard on him, but I do think it would help if he knew, well you know, if he realised that he'd be given a good hiding if he got caught smoking. When his dad and I were still together, up to when he was 11, Tom used to spank him sometimes, if he was really naughty, I mean, not a lot but just once in a while when he went too far. Anyway, that used to have the desired effect and I am sure that he would still benefit from that sort of discipline. Obviously he's too old for exactly that punishment, but if he knew that you would be prepared to use a suitable implement, a cane or a belt or something, well, it would make him think twice."

Chris was a little taken aback by what he was hearing. It was not that he had any moral objection to the use of corporal punishment on boys. To the extent that he had thought about it at all, he would probably have said that its abolition in schools had been a foolish policy. He knew, from his own experience as a young teenager in one of the last schools in England to use corporal punishment, that a caning or a slippering could have a salutary effect in preventing further misbehaviour. If he ever had sons of his own he might well be prepared to give them the odd walloping, at least until the age of ten or eleven. But beating someone else's fourteen year old son (when he was not even a schoolmaster) was not something he would ever have thought of doing.

"I'm really not sure about this at all", he said, "I like Jason very much, I'm not at all convinced that I could ever bring myself to give him the sort of beating you suggest. One thing I would certainly not be happy about would be threatening a beating for an offence and then not carrying it out when the offence is committed, or only giving him a token whack or two rather than a serious punishment."

"I would never have dreamed of asking you to do this if I didn't know perfectly well that you are fond of Jason. In fact, its partly because I knew that, that I decided to ask you to help. The whole point of my plan is to help Jason, not to harm him. If you end up having to give him a hiding it'll be because he needs it for his own good, not because you want to hurt him for some other reason. I know you care about him and I honestly think that this would be a real kindness to him. Please say you will do it."

"Look, this may seem a little odd, but I wonder if you would mind if I discussed all this with Jason this evening. He's an incredibly honest and sensible boy and I'm sure he'll be quite open with me. What I would like to do is to get a feel of how he would react to my taking such a role in disciplining him for things other than his work with me. I'm not saying that I wont take responsibility for the decision myself, but I'd be much happier with it if I knew that he was comfortable with the idea and its potential execution. After our discussion I will tell him what my decision is and he can pass on the news to you when he gets home".

"That's very kind of you. I hope I'll get some good news later."

Jason was, generally, a happy-go-lucky boy with few serious cares in the world. He was desperately fond of his mother and very protective towards her. It was a cause of sadness to him that, Ben, his step-father, had not taken to him, but he could live with that. He enjoyed most of his life. Some school work was boring, of course, but he had plenty of friends and his prowess at all sports was something of which he was justly proud. He stood about 5' 7" tall, was of slim build, had blond slightly curly hair and an almost permanent grin on his fair face. That evening, as often happened, he arrived straight from school. It was a hot day and his jacket was draped over his shoulder. He wore surprisingly neat and pressed grey trousers topped by a white shirt, unbuttoned at the top with a school tie dangling below. Chris greeted him warmly and ushered him into the house. He could not help noticing the outline of the slim round bottom under those neat school trousers and wondering whether he could ever bring himself to thrash it. He certainly prayed he would never have to, but he knew that he would have to make his decision on the basis that that prayer might not be answered. They went into the kitchen and lemonade was poured. Jason gulped it down in one and was properly grateful to be offered another glass. He gabbled on about his success as a batsman in the match that afternoon. They then retired to Chris's study, where their work was always done.

"Before we look at last night's homework", said Chris, "there's something quite serious I want to talk to you about. Your mother came to see me today. As I think you know, she's worried that you might have taken to smoking. Don't worry, I'm not going to make any accusations, and she tells me that she is prepared to accept your word, for the moment, that you haven't been smoking. But she is very worried and she wants to do all she can to ensure that you will not smoke. She has asked for my help in this. In particular, she wants me to agree to be responsible for punishing you if you do ever smoke. I've said I will think about her request and talk it over with you. What I want to know first is whether you would think it wholly inappropriate for me to take on that sort of role in your upbringing, bearing in mind that I'm not your father and neither am I a proper teacher."

Jason answered immediately. "I never mind being punished by you. You're always fair and even when you grounded me for three whole days during the football season, I knew you were right. You're not a bit like some of the teachers at school who seem to like punishing us just for fun or cos they're in a bad mood. If I ever have to be punished I'd much rather it was you than anyone else. Not, that I will ever need it for smoking, but I suppose I might for something else. In fact, I've been trying to get the courage to ask you for ages if you would mind punishing me when I'm bad at home, rather than leaving it to Mum."

Chris was deeply touched by this response, but, of course, he had not yet broached the subject of what sort of punishment was being considered.

"I am really grateful for that, Jason, but I think you ought to realise that we are talking about a serious offence which could hardly be dealt with by a three day grounding."

Jason interrupted before Chris could say more.

"Oh no, I know that. I expect a serious punishment from you would be much worse than a grounding. You know my mate David, the one who's so good in goal?"

Chris nodded.

"Well he got done for smoking the other day and his Dad gave him six with his belt. Apparently it hurt like anything, but he said he reckoned he deserved it. Is that the sort of punishment you and Mum are thinking about?"

"That is pretty well what your mother is suggesting. I have to say, I am not all that happy about it, not because I don't think you would deserve a good hiding if you took to smoking, but because I don't like the idea of hurting you. The point is, that I am not going to go along with your mother's plan unless I am convinced that I will, if the circumstances arise, give you a really hard beating. If I say I'll do it, you must understand that you may end up being in a great deal of pain."

"Please Chris, say you will. I would really hate it if Mum ever got anyone else to whack me. You're the only grown up man I know who I can really trust to punish me fairly. I'm sure that if you thought I needed a mega whacking you would be quite right and I promise I would take it properly, you know, bending over and all that and not stuffing things down my trousers. Please, please tell Mum you'll do it."

Chris was astounded by all this trust being placed in him. He knew he couldn't let the boy down.

"Ok, Jason, but everything will be much easier if you just don't smoke".

"I promise I'll do my best, but there'll be other things I expect I'll do that might mean I need to be punished. You will agree to let me tell Mum that you'll punish me whenever I need it, not just for smoking but for other things as well?"

Chris agreed.

They then turned to Jason's homework. After their allotted hour of work they went back to the kitchen for another glass of lemonade. Jason returned to the subject of his new discipline regime.

"If you have to whack my bum will you use a cane like in the old days or will you use a belt like David's dad? David says that the belt is well hard and probably hurts just as much as the cane would, but I'm not so sure. After all, why would all the schools have used canes in the old days if belts would have been just as painful? It's all a bit scary to think about when youve never had more than your dad giving you a few smacks on your bum, but I'm certainly keen to do my best to take my 'six of the best like a man', like they say in films."

"Despite your apparent eagerness to be given six of the best, I am very much hoping that that will never happen. If it does, I think you will find that a size 11 plimsoll will cause you quite enough pain to satisfy your curiosity. I'm not saying that I wouldn't cane you in any circumstances, but your offence would have to be exceptionally grave for me to do that."

"No, honestly, I actually don't want to be caned, but if I ever did anything really bad and really deserved the cane I actually would be quite interested to see what it was like. Did you ever get the cane when you were a boy?"

"I'm afraid I did, but I went to a very old fashioned school that went on using the cane long after most had given it up. Things you might get a detention for we would automatically get the cane, and it could be very painful I can assure you".

"Hey Chris, I think it'd be cool if we had a list of offences and the punishments for them written down. That way I'd know for certain what I would get when I was naughty and then I could hardly complain about it when it happened."

"Well, if you think that's a good idea, why don't you have a go at writing it at home this evening and I'll have a look at it tomorrow. Now off you go, your mum will be wondering where you are. Oh, and could you please tell her what we've agreed."

"OK Chris, see you tomorrow".

Jason went home and told his mother the news she wanted to hear. She was also pleased to learn that Chris's involvement was not to be limited to cases of smoking. There had been one or two instances in recent months when she had thought that it would be useful to send Jason down to Chris for correction. It was a relief to her to know that she would be able to call on him in the future if Jason ever got out of hand.

After his supper, Jason went to his bedroom, ostensibly to do his homework but in fact to write his list. After considerable thought, this is what he produced:

List of Whackings to be given to Jason Prior by Chris Watkinson. (A) smoking, 6 with plimsoll for first offence and 6 with cane for later offences. (B) hitting brother, 4 with plimsoll. (C) hitting sister, 6 with plimsoll if not serious and 6 with cane if serious. (D) being rude to mum, 4 with plimsoll. (E) swearing at mum, 6 with plimsoll. (F) bunking off school, 6 with plimsoll. (G) going out when grounded, 6 with plimsoll. (H) coming home later than I have been told to, 4 with plimsoll if less than an hour late and 6 if more than an hour. (I) stealing, 6 with cane. (J) surfing for porn on the internet, 6 with plimsoll. (K) not doing chores when told to, 4 with plimsoll. (L) getting head's warning letter about behaviour to parent, 4 with cane. (M) getting suspended from school, 6 with cane. (N) getting detention, 4 with plimsoll. (O) not doing Chris's homework twice within a month, 4 with plimsoll. (P) going into pub without permission, 4 with cane. (Q) fouling another boy in games, 6 with plimsoll. (R) lying to mum or Chris, 4 with cane.

Having completed his list, Jason decided it was time to turn to his homework. But rather more time had passed than he had thought. His mother came in and told him he had to go to bed. He said he hadn't finished his homework (hadn't started it would be more accurate). She told him that he had had plenty of time to do several days worth of homework and he had to go to bed. Reluctantly, he complied. Now he would be getting a detention from Mr Simmons. He suddenly remembered item N in his list. He was very tempted to make a quick amendment, perhaps reducing the number of strokes for getting a detention, but then he thought that that would not be the honourable course. It looked as though he would be finding out what a beating with that size 11 plimsoll was like rather sooner than he had bargained for.

The next day at school produced no surprises. Mr Simmons gave the detention. Jason played another good game of cricket. On the walk home with his friend David, he confided his belief that he would be beaten for getting a detention. David ventured the opinion that that was a bit hard on a boy.

"After all, the detention's meant to be the punishment, I don't see why you should get a tanning as well".

Jason again went straight to Chris's house. This was not one of his evenings for extra work, but he had said he would deliver his list and, if he was to be beaten, he'd rather get it over and done with as soon as possible. They settled down in the kitchen and Jason produced his list. Chris read through it carefully and then started making changes. This is how the list looked after he had finished.

List of Whackings to be given to Jason Prior by Chris Watkinson. (A) smoking, 4 with plimsoll for first offence, 4 with cane for second offence and 6 with cane for subsequent offences. (B) hitting brother, 2 with plimsoll. (C) hitting sister, 3 with plimsoll if not serious and 6 with plimsoll if serious. (D) being rude to mum, 3 with plimsoll. (E) swearing at mum, 4 with plimsoll. (F) bunking off school, 4 with plimsoll. (G) going out when grounded, 3 with plimsoll. (H) coming home later than I have been told to, 2 with plimsoll if less than an hour late and 3 if more than an hour. (I) stealing, up to 6 with cane. (J) surfing for porn on the internet, 3 with plimsoll. (K) not doing chores when told to, 2 with plimsoll. (L) getting head's warning letter about behaviour to parent, 4 with plimsoll. (M) getting suspended from school, 4 with cane. (N) not doing Chris's homework twice within a month, 2 with plimsoll. (O) going into pub without permission, 3 with cane. (Q) fouling another boy in games, 4 with plimsoll. (R) lying to mum or Chris, 4 with plimsoll.

Chris handed the amended list to Jason. He skimmed down immediately to see what he was going to get for the detention. While he was, of course, relieved to see that that entry had been removed, he also, rather strangely, felt a twinge of disappointment at the fact that he was not going to get his first proper "tanning" as David had called it. He queried Chris's decision. Chris told him that he did not think it appropriate to punish a boy for being punished by someone else. Being suspended from school was a different matter. Were that to happen, it would clearly be important for Jason to be properly punished at home.

Jason grinned.

"I'm not going to complain, I don't mind telling you that I've been a bit worried today cos I got a detention for not doing my homework last night. I'd thought I'd be going to bed with a sore bum tonight."

"Why didn't you do your homework?"

"Cos I was writing the list of whackings".

Jason then read the other amendments made by Chris. Having done that he grinned again.

"I'm not going to try to argue you out of all this, but some of these are a bit weedy aren't they? I mean 2 with a plimsoll isn't going to be much of a punishment is it?"

"You wait and see young man. I reckon that I can cause quite a lot of grief with my size 11."

"Hey, can I see it? I reckon it's only fair that a boy should see the instrument of torture that's going to be used on him."

Chris went upstairs and returned with what, to Jason's eyes, seemed the largest old fashioned gym shoe in the world. He could see that it had a thick rubber sole and heel. He asked if he could hold it. Chris handed it to him and he flexed it, finding it surprisingly supple in his hands.

"Which bit do you use to hit my bum with?"

"I'll hold it by the heel end and hit you with the sole".

Jason held it in the way indicated. Then he stood up, bent over and gave his bottom a trial whack, not with very great force, but even so he winced.

"Wow, I see what you mean, it's well hard".

The plans had all been made. The days and weeks passed. Then it happened. Jason had a new girlfriend. Emma was also 14. She was, Jason thought, the most attractive girl he had ever seen. She was about the same height as him. She had shortish dark hair and the prettiest face you could imagine. Her shape was, to Jason's mind, just perfect. Her legs were long and slim. Her bottom, when outlined in tight jeans, was slightly rounded and pert, more like a boy's than a girl's, but to Jason it was sublime. Her waist was very narrow and her breasts were just beginning to take shape. She was splendidly naughty, in a nice way. She was, I suppose, a bit of a tomboy. She only had one fault as far as Jason was concerned. She occasionally smoked. He was always telling her how unattractive it was. She would say he was a wimp. One evening they were walking in the park when she lit up.

"You know it's bad for you", Jason said, "why can't you just grow up and give it up?".

"God you're boring sometimes Jay. I don't know why I go out with you."

Jayson dropped the subject. On their way back to the estate, Emma asked him to look after her cigarettes for the night. It seemed her mother was suspicious about her and had intimated her intention of carrying out spot searches for cigarettes. Much as he disapproved, Jason could never refuse her anything. He put the cigarettes into his pocket. When he got home he hid them under his mattress.

On the next morning Jason's mother called on Chris. She was in a state of great distress. She said she had been changing Jason's sheets and found a half empty packet of cigarettes under the mattress. Chris assured her he would deal with the boy that evening.

Jason had quite forgotten about the cigarettes when he had left for school in the morning. He had meant to take them to Emma. She was quite cross when he told her, but he assured her he would bring them the next day. He had had yet another sporting success after school, this time in a fiercely fought game of tennis. He was still in his shorts and tee shirt when he rang Chris's door bell. He didn't at first notice the serious look on his tutor's face. He rushed in, saying he could murder a glass of lemonade. Chris announced that he too felt like murdering something, but he would try to restrain himself.

"What were these cigarettes doing under your mattress?" he barked.

Jason stammered, looked down at his feet, blushed, but could not get any explanation out. His sense of honour was such that there was no way he was going to sneak on Emma. If he did, his mother would be bound to tell hers and then she would be in deep trouble.

Eventually, he said "I borrowed them from someone".

"Why?".

"Cos I thought it would be cool".

"Since when has smoking been cool?"

"Never, I know. I was just being stupid. I promise I'll never do it again."

Chris produced Jason's list of punishments from his pocket. As he did so, Jason noticed the size 11 plimsoll lying on the coffee table.

"Oh no", he thought, "I'm in for it now".

"Is there any reason why I should not thrash you?"

Jason knew there was a perfectly good one, but he could not reveal it.

He mumbled "no".

"Right, stand in the middle of the room facing the fireplace. Bend over and touch your toes and DO IT NOW."

Jason followed the instructions. His long slim legs were bare from socks up to white tennis shorts. The shorts hugged his small round bottom tightly. Chris could see pink flesh through them. Jason was obviously not wearing underpants. Chris thought of suggesting a change into school uniform, but then decided that he had got to be strong. It was not going to be fun beating the boy, but it had to be done and it had to hurt. He picked up the shoe, flexed it in his hand and then took his position just to the left of Jason.

Jason felt his legs shaking. He put his teeth over his lower lip, in preparation for biting it to stop any feeble crying out. He felt the light touch of the shoe on his bottom as Chris took aim. Then it was gone. There was a whoosh of air as Chris brought it crashing down on the waiting bottom. Jason jumped, but only slightly, at the searing pain produced by the first stroke. He resumed his position. He had not made a sound, but it was going to be difficult staying silent for four strokes.

Chris had brought the shoe right back behind his back and used all the force he could muster to swing it at Jason's bottom. There was a loud cracking sound as it connected. The force obviously came as a shock to the boy, because he jumped forward slightly, but got straight back into position. Chris noted a clear deepening of the pink colour of Jason's flesh where the shoe had hit him.

There was a pause of about ten seconds. The pain became established. Then the second landed right on top of the first. Jason managed not to jump this time but the pain was immediately excruciating. He dug his teeth into his lip and remained silent.

Chris had paused after the first stroke to allow Jason to recover sufficiently from the shock and pain in order to prepare himself for the second. He realised that the first stroke would indeed have come as a considerable shock to a boy whose experience of corporal punishment had been limited to the occasional paternal smack. He guessed that he was struggling to keep his composure, but he appeared to be succeeding. Once again, Chris brought the shoe behind his back and swung it with all his might against the small round bottom. Once again there was a resounding crack, but this time Jason was prepared for it and he hardly moved as the shoe crashed onto his bottom. The area of deeper pink began to redden dramatically.

The same ten second pause. The same increase of pain. Then number three. Again, Jason stayed in position and stayed silent. The pain was agonising and was made much worse by the fact that he was unable to stand up and rub his bottom. But that was something he was determined not to do. He was not going to let Chris down. His friend would see that he could take his punishment as well as the toughest boy in town.

Chris had been very impressed by Jason's fortitude after the second stroke. Again he paused before delivering the next. He realised that that would serve to deepen the background pain, but he also knew that a pause, by allowing Jason to brace himself again, would lessen the chances of his crying out in agony. Then he swung just as hard and watched the boy flinch, but not move out of place or make a sound as the rubber sole smashed down onto his bottom.

The last one was the hardest of the lot. But once more Jason took it, as he would say, "like a man". He had never felt such intense pain before. His father's spankings, which had seemed severe at the time, were like gentle pats compared to this. He remembered reading old school stories about how boys had to stay bent over after the last stroke until told to stand. He did so, even though he was desperate to grip his bottom with both hands and jump madly up and down. After a further ten seconds or so Chris told him to stand up. He did his wild war dance for thirty seconds or so, and then the immediate pain started to ease. His bottom felt red hot, it was still agony but it was becoming more bearable.

Chris took a step back before delivering the final stroke. Jason was clearly a brave lad, tough enough to take a real thrashing with extraordinary stoicism. Chris knew that he owed it to the boy to make this punishment one which he would never forget. If it was sufficiently painful it would, with any luck, ensure that the cane need never be resorted to in the future. It was particularly important to make the last stroke the most agonising, so that Jason would realise how much more painful six would have been than four. He put the full force of his body behind the swing. The crack of rubber on bottom resounded round the room. Amazingly, Jason stayed absolutely firmly in place. His thin cotton shorts could not mask the deep scarlet colour of the flesh under them. Chris gave him a few seconds to compose himself and blink back any tears there might be before telling him to stand up.

Chris spoke, "when I got into trouble like that I always wanted to inspect the damage, why don't you go and look in the bathroom mirror?"

Jason ran upstairs. He closed the bathroom door and pulled his shorts down. His bottom was bright red and already beginning to bruise a little. He reckoned it would be an awesome sight later in the evening. He saw a flannel, picked it up, ran it under the cold tap and then placed it carefully over his bottom. That was much better. Once he had cooled his injuries down, he pulled his shorts back up and went downstairs again.

When he got downstairs again, Jason found Chris waiting with a tumbler of lemonade for him.

"No hard feelings I hope", he said as he handed the boy the drink.

"Course not, you were only doing what we always agreed you should do. I don't mind saying that I reckon you must be the wickedest whacker in town. My bum well hurts and its turned bright red."

There then followed a rather more solemn lecture from Chris about the iniquities of smoking. It says a lot for Jason that he took it all without any indication of the appalling injustice of it all. But he was a philosophical lad. He just kept telling himself that he knew he had done other things, for which he'd never got caught, which would have amply justified the beating he had just undergone.

Jason was not, however, inclined to be too charitable to Emma when he saw her later that evening. Her first words were to demand her cigarettes back.

"They've been confiscated".

"What do you mean, who's confiscated them?"

"My mum first, then she gave them to Chris."

"Oh God, your mum will have told mine and now I'll be grounded for ever".

"Don't worry, I'm not a sneak. Mum and Chris think they were mine."

"You're a star Jay. But how come you're not grounded?"

"Because I'm a boy not a girl and my mum and Chris believe in the short sharp shock treatment".

"What do you mean by that?"

"Put it this way, sitting down isn't exactly comfortable at the minute".

"You're not serious. You can't mean that Chris smacked your bum. I haven't been smacked since I was eleven. It can't hurt much when you're fourteen".

"How would you like it if Chris hit you with a size eleven plimsoll four times as hard as he could?"

"Oh Jay, that's awful. I know he's a big strong man, but couldn't you run away or just kick and punch him when he was putting you over his knee?"

"You seem to keep forgetting that I'm a boy, and I hope I'm not a coward. Chris is very kind to me and I like him very much. He thought I had been smoking. I couldn't tell him the truth because that would have got you into trouble. As far as he was concerned, I deserved a bloody hard tanning and he was only doing it for my own good. There was no way I was going to let him down by refusing to be punished, so I bent over and took what was coming to me."

"Christ, Jay, you're amazing. You did that for me? I just can't believe it. God, was your bum bare?"

"Course not, when you get something like a plimsoll or a cane there's no need for your bum to be bare cos trousers won't make any difference. Anyway, I was still in games shorts without pants, so it was pretty much the same as being bare."

Emma was almost overcome with emotion at what Jason had gone through for her.

"Jay, what I can I say? What can I do? You must hate me".

"Course I don't. But what you can do is to promise me that you will never ever smoke again. I can tell you that if you do I won't be responsible for what I might do. You might also like to bear in mind that if Chris ever thinks I have smoked again, he is going to give me the cane."

Emma was distraught. She promised him faithfully that she would never smoke again. She was already late and, to avoid a grounding, had to rush off, but she said she would see him at school the next day.

That night, Jason was surprised to find, as he indulged in the practice enjoyed by most 14 year old boys after their bedroom lights have been turned off, that he was thinking almost as much about his beating as he was about Emma's perfect body. Before getting into bed he had examined his bottom again and had immediately started to feel aroused. As he started the familiar slow pumping, he began to picture himself bending over for a caning. Then his imagination turned to his friend David, another slim and fit boy, being thrashed with his father's belt. He wondered whether David took his trousers and pants down for punishment. He thought he must ask him in the morning. The pumping was getting faster his mind went further. He thought of Emma, but not in the normal way. This time he imagined himself undoing her jeans, pulling them down putting her across his knee, slipping her knickers down, smacking her beautifully rounded, slim, boyish bottom and watching it turn pinker and pinker as she wriggled on his knee. Then came the wonderful release. He just managed to catch it in his handkerchief. He slipped gently into sleep, imagining the punishment he would get from Chris if he was caught at his usual night time games.

As soon as he woke the following morning, Jason jumped out of bed and checked that his injuries were still apparent. He was pleased to see that the dark bruising was clearly visible. He would find the first opportunity to show the evidence of his punishment to David. He dressed quicky, gulped down his breakfast and rushed out to go to school. He was delighted to see that David was there early too. He dragged him off to the boys' lavatories and told his story. As he did so, he undid his trousers, pulled them and his underpants down at the back and proudly showed off his bottom. He was gratified by David's reaction.

"Wicked man, this Chris bloke must be well hard."

Jason bombarded David with questions about his occasional beatings. Yes, he had to take his trousers and pants down. No, he didn't bend over unsupported, he had to bend over a chair. He had only once got six, normally he got three or four. Yes, of course he would show Jason the marks after the next one. Then Jason plucked up the courage to ask another question that had been troubling him since the previous night.

"You know when you're in bed at night and, well, doing 'it', have you ever thought about your whackings? I mean, I'm not suggesting you're gay or anything. I know you're not and I know I'm not cos thinking about Emma always gets me going. But, well last night I couldn't help sort of imagining things to do with whackings. By the end I was thinking of Emma again, which was great, but I just wondered if the same thing had ever happened to you."

"I don't think about whackings very much", David replied, "but I have to admit that I do sometimes. I think it must be something to do with the bum being an erogenous zone, or whatever it's called. I remember thinking once when I was doing it how lucky you are having Emma as your girl cos her bum is just perfect for smacking. But I suppose after I've had the belt from Dad I do usually think about that as well and it does sort of get me going a bit".

This came as a great relief to Jason, who had been a little concerned about the surprising turn in his thoughts the previous night. David, too, was reassured by the conversation. He wouldn't feel quite as guilty tonight, when he knew that he would not be able to keep the image of Jason's bruised bottom out of his mind.

Jason only had a few minutes at the lunch break with Emma. She was somewhat subdued and extremely apologetic. He couldn't see her immediately after school because he had a session in the cricket nets and then had to go to Chris's house for a tutorial. They arranged to meet after that.

When he got to Chris's house, Jason was amazed to see that Emma was there. Chris greeted him by saying that she had told him the whole truth.

"Your loyalty to a friend is exceptional Jason, I am just so sorry that it has led to such an injustice. Please forgive me. If you ever do do something to merit a beating, I will certainly let you off. You have one in the bank."

"It's not your fault Chris. I'd have done exactly the same as you in the circumstances. And there's no need to let me off next time. I promise you I have done other things that deserved a whacking. It's just nice to know that next time I won't be punished as though it was my second offence".

Chris said that, in view of Emma's honesty in coming forward and owning up, he would not tell anyone else that she had been smoking. He also said that he would tell Jason's mother that confidential information had come his way to prove that Jason had not been smoking. Finally, he said that he reckoned that Jason and Emma might like a little time on their own in private (he gave Emma a wink as he said this). He said he would go out to do some shopping for an hour and they could stay in his house to talk things through. He poured them both some lemonade and set off to the shops.

Jason spoke first.

"You took an enormous risk in owning up, why did you do it?"

"It's nothing to what you did for me. If Chris had decided to report me, all I would have got was a grounding and a lecture, and I'd have deserved them. You did nothing wrong and ended up getting a massive hiding. Even now I haven't been punished and I know I ought to be."

She rose from her seat and went over to Jason, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Jay, you know I deserve to be punished. I really don't want to be grounded, but I'd take a quicker punishment and you're the only person to give it to me. But I'm only a weak and feeble girl so all I'd ask is that you only use your hand."

He didn't immediately grasp what she was saying. But then she undid her jeans slowly and started pulling them down. He watched in amazement. Half of him wanted to stop her, to tell her it was all OK as it was, but the other half was becoming excited at what she was clearly suggesting. She stood there with her jeans around her ankles. Her long legs were bare. She wore the slightest of pink knickers.

"Don't be ridiculous Emma, I can't spank you. I'm only fourteen and anyway, you're my girlfriend. It wouldn't be right".

"Do you want to know something Jay? When I came here to see Chris I said I wanted him to spank me for what I'd done. He said he could quite see that I deserved it, but there was no way he was going to spank the bottom of what he called an 'extremely attractive' fourteen year old girl. It was his idea that you should do it. He said that after what you had gone through because of my bad behaviour, it might go some way to make up for it if I let you smack my bum. He said that not only would it mean I had been properly punished, but that you were a normal healthy teenager and it would be bound to give you some pleasure as well. Come on, uncross your legs, I can't get over your knee like that".

He stared, and complied. She gently lowered herself across his knee. Her small round bottom was just wonderful to behold. He found himself resting his hand on it, feeling its warmness. He lifted his hand.

"Hang on", she said, "a girl's bottom should always be bare for a smacking, especially if the boy doing it is going to get pleasure out of it."

She eased her knickers down. God it was a beautiful sight. He hoped she was not feeling his reaction to it, which was getting harder by the second. He rested his hand on the bare, firm flesh. He raised it and brought it down again, not with any great force, but enough to leave a slight pink mark.

"For goodness sake, this is meant to be a punishment. Hit me as hard as you can".

He raised his hand again, this time much higher, and brought it down with a resounding slap. She let out an involuntary cry. There was a much deeper pink mark.

"Im sorry", he said, "that was too hard wasn't it?"

"Of course not, I expect the next five to be even harder".

Nothing could stop him now. He walloped her with all his might. Each smack produced a more satisfying glow to her bottom. She wriggled in pain. His own excitement must now be abundantly clear to her, but he didn't care. This was just the best thing that had ever happened to him. After the sixth proper smack he let his hand rest on her now hot bottom. She sobbed quietly, recovered and said "thank you Jay, I needed that. I'll be a good girl in the future - well most of the time." She pulled up her knickers and stood up.

"Well, now youve seen my bum, I think I ought to be allowed to see yours."

He stood up, now trying to hide the obvious bulge at the front of his trousers. He turned his back to her, undid the trousers and let them fall. He felt her hands pulling his pants down. Then there was a gasp as she saw the still marked bruising. She gently rubbed his bottom. Then she pulled him back onto the sofa, revealing the cause of the bulge. She held it in her hand and started gently stroking it. Then she took it formly in her hand began a slow pump. He urged her to go faster. But she knew enough from her brother to realise that he would get much more pleasure if she drew it out for as long as possible. He slid his hand under her knickers and gently stroked her bottom. She gradually increased the speed. He was moaning with pleasure. Then, with her free hand, she leant over and gave his bottom a remarkably hard smack. She chose the precise moment, a second after it connected he let go. Out it pumped, it seemed more than he had ever produced before. They lay together on the sofa, each caressing the other's bottom. So far as Jason was concerned, he was in heaven, even if he had not entirely succeeded in keeping the idea of smacking David's bottom out of his mind.


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