Kyle (Part One)


by Barespankr <Barespankr@aol.com>

I grew up in a small town which had an especially small school, less than 100 students in the High School. Because of the size, the teachers seemed to have more authority over the students given to them by the parents of this very conservative community.

My best friend, Carl, and I did our very best to upset the apple cart as we went through school. We were known as hellions from the time we started 5th grade and we were constantly called to the office during school hours to answer for misdeeds. All of the teachers punished us somehow, at least once. The principal punished us often.

These punishments would range from detention, where we would make it miserable for everyone; to writing themes, which we bullied other kids into writing for us, that is at first. The principal quickly found that corporal punishment was going to have to be implemented. "Hacks" was the term used then and were given to us in front of a witness, usually by the principal. We were called into the office, told of our punishment-to-be, and then one at a time, made to grab our ankles. He used a wooden, fraternity-type, paddle and usually took a pretty good swing. At first, we just got one and it stung pretty good. Soon, not knowing what else to do to control our behavior, the number was increased to 3 then 6 and finally 10.

As they were usually given after school, several students would wait for us outside the office to hear the smacks and see us exit with unexpected smiles. (After 10, the smile would be hiding watery eyes cause it hurt BAD) We would usually make our way to the bathroom to check out the ol' bu-tox. A small crowd of hopeful onlookers would follow us in. We eventually started charging the other boys to look at our behinds--50 cents for a private showing, depending on the severity of the paddling, maybe a buck, if we stood with our underpants below our knees and put our hands against the wall. A couple of the boys would even feel our baked buns, commenting on the heat. Another buck. One real curious kid, after a good feel of both our butts, actually hauled off and smacked my welted bare bottom as hard as he could with the flat of his hand.

That hurt, and he didn't pay enough money to do that! He realized he had made a serious mistake and began backing away apologizing. Carl grabbed him and brought him back to me, his pants still around his ankles. I pulled mine up and the other kids beat it. Carl asked me what I wanted to do with the kid who was shaking with fear. I glared at him and told him, "You have 2 choices. Either we beat the _s_h_i_t_ out of you here or you come with us to the fort. And since you're so curious what it feels like, we'll show you."

The kid said he'd go to the fort, which was down by the lake in the woods, away from everyone. He kept saying he was sorry and would pay more money, but I insisted he come take what he had coming. Carl and I were really considered cool to take the continual hacks and shrug off the pain. This made people really curious, like this kid, who we decided was about to be given his paddling debut.

When we reached the fort, the kid was really sweating what we were going to do to him. I again gave him the option of being beat-up, promising at least one black eye. He opted not to do that.

"Okay, get into that fort!"

Carl and I followed him in, grinning to each other. Carl knew what I had in mind, but was silent. The kid knew he was trapped, all for a foolish mistake. No one could hear him yell and we could see anyone who approached.

"Have you ever been spanked before, Kyle?" I asked him.

"No, my parents don't believe in it," he said nervously.

"Too bad. This wouldn't hurt as much if you're butt had some toughness beat into it.

So, Kyle, do you want to be spanked or whipped?" I asked, grinning at Carl.

"What's the difference?" he asked.

"The whipping will hurt more," I said while I removed my belt looking at his wide eyes.

"The spanking is more embarrassing, usually for younger boys, but then you're butt ain't never been beat." I said.

"How many times are you going to do it?" He asked.

"Oh, I think at least 10 is in order, don't you Carl?" I grinned, and Carl nodded. "That's what we got today until I got your added EXTRA one!" I pretended to be angry. "So, what's it gonna be, Kyle!?"

He squirmed as I stared hard at him then he sheepishly said, "If the whipping hurts more, I guess I'll take the spanking."

"Fine. Strip down to your undies, Kyle!"

His gasp of air keenly indicated his total shock at this unexpected request.

"No Way!" He stammered.

"Kyle, you have two minutes to be standing here in your underpants before we start swinging fists." I looked at my watch.

He started begging for us not to do this, and acted like he was going to cry. "1 minute, 30 seconds, and if you start crying before you get hit, we'll double your punishment.

As I looked at my watch, Kyle reluctantly started removing his clothes. Shoes first, then his pullover shirt. The fort had a few chairs in it, some hidden beer and cigarettes, which Carl was lighting now as he watched the scene unfold with more than passive interest. Kyle, was just finishing removing his jeans and was reaching for the white socks.

"Leave those on, Kyle." I said and he stood up kind of defiant now, with his hands on his hip. He was now only in his white snug cotton underpants and white gym socks.

"You guys enjoying this?" he asked in a smart-ass tone.

"I was going to let you keep your shorts on for this, Kyle." I lied. "Now I guess you better take them off too. Hurry up or we'll rip them off you, you Bad Boy."

After a few hopeless pleas he pulled his underwear off and threw it in the pile of clothes. Kyle was 13, same as us. He was a blonde-haired kid just under five feet, 115lbs with a slim, swimmer's body. He had almost entirely no body hair, only some fuzz on his legs and a small tuft of darker fur above the base of his developing dick. He turned away from us, trying to keep from flaunting his little balls and penis, thus exposing his perfect little bubble butt.

"Now Kyle, I think you better ask us to spank that naughty butt of yours. Do as we say and you won't get it as hard. The faster you do it, the faster you can go home." I continued.

"Alright, will you spank me?" he mumbled.

"Louder. Look at me when you talk, young man!"

"Will you spank me?" He said louder.

"Do you think you need to be spanked, Kyle?" I toyed with him to Carl's delight.

"Yes." he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I've been bad by hitting you." he said.

"You know you shouldn't hit people don't you?"

"Yes"

"Do you want me to spank your butt for you real good so you won't be a bad boy anymore?"

"Yes"

"Really, really hard?" I asked.

"YES. Can we just do it, PLEASE?" he blurted. He had to be really nervous with the two of us fully dressed and staring at his smooth naked body.

"Okay, Kyle, if you really want me to spank you, I guess I can do that for you. Why don't you ask Carl if he would mind holding you over his lap. You do want to be held down don't you?" I asked.

"No! I mean yes....I don't know." He said, a little flustered.

"Well, if you aren't, and you get up before I'm done, I'm gonna have to start over, OK?"

"Can't we PLEASE get this over with? Okay, Carl, please hold me down." He stated, beginning to lose his cool.

Carl nodded in agreement and took a seat in the closest chair, taking his last few puffs on the cig' and blowing it toward Kyle, giving him an evil grin and waving for the boy to come over to him. Kyle's naked body moved closer to Carl until he was standing within a foot.

Carl motioned to his shorts lying on the floor. "I think the boy needs a cap to go with those socks."

I picked up Kyle's undies and called attention to a 'skid' in them. Then, I handed them to Carl who opened them and slid them over Kyle's head with the butt side over his face. Then Carl pulled Kyle across his lap from left to right and adjusted him so that his baby silk cheeks were centered and the boy was off balance.

On the floor, there were many pieces of thin strips of wood we used in building part of the fort. I picked up one piece of molding about 2 ½" wide. It was pretty stout wood and about 20" long and I admired what a great paddle it was going to make. Kyle heard me pick up something and asked what I was doing.

"I'm going to do what you asked me do. I'm going to paddle your fanny."

"With what??" he asked desperately.

"With this nice smooth piece of wood. I was going to do it with my hand, but you left _s_h_i_t_ in your shorts, and I sure as hell don't want _s_h_i_t_ on my hand. Besides, if I did it with my hand, I'd have to hit you 60-70 times to get the same result as this paddle will get in 10-12."

I brought another chair over and sat in it right in front of Carl.

"Oh, you do have a nice little butt, Kyle." I said as I playfully slapped it with my hand. I sat down and rested the paddle on Kyle's cute bare bottom, rubbing it back and forth so he could feel the smoothness of the stick. "You are not to say a word, Kyle, during the spanking unless I ask you a question, then only YES SIR or NO SIR, understood?"

"Yes sir" he said.

"After I give each swat, you will give me the count. You may cry and scream all you want and no one can hear you, it will only add to the number of swats. I expect you to take them like a man, like Carl and I did today." I said. "Is all that understood, mister?"

"Yes sir"

"Do you want me to start your spanking now?" I continued rubbing the paddle on his butt.

"Oh _s_h_i_t_....yes...sir." He gulped.

Carl tightened his grip on the boy as I lifted the stick shoulder high and brought it down pretty hard in the middle of his supple white bottom. The stick made a resounding SMACK, which brought a loud "OOWW". I waited.

"Well, I guess you didn't consider that one a counter, Kyle. I guess I'll do 'em harder."

SMACK! I hit him with more force.

"OOUUCH! TWO." He said quickly squirming in Carl's lap.

"No, that would be one, Kyle. You chose not to count the first one."

He started to object but in mid-sentence I raised the paddle way above my head and brought it down almost as hard as I could, instantly putting a dark red mark across his white fanny. He reared up in pain straining to get away from Carl.

"ALRIGHT! YES SIR. OOOWW! THATS TWO" he said still suffering from the pain of the especially hard swat. He was sweating and still squirming while Carl sat back and held him down.

I let him calm down for a minute or so then suddenly SMACK! Another good bare butt swat.

"OOOCCH!! Three....OOOWWW..PLEASE!" He squirmed to get up to no avail. His little bottom was turning dark red.

SMACK! This time he let out a yelp, held his breath and tried with all might to get free. He managed to get partially off Carl's lap and to get a hand over his butt. Carl roughly put him in position again and leaned forward over Kyle's back to hold him in place. "FOUR. Please no more. PLEASE!" He begged.

SMACK! Another good one

"OOOHHH! OOOWWW!! FIVE...PLEASE, PLEASE..SIR" he said as he flailed his legs wildly.

"Are you learning to be good boy, Kyle?"

"Yes sir!" he blurted immediately. "IM SO SORRY, SIR! Please! NO More." he begged.

I rubbed his beat red butt and continued to ask him questions. Finally I asked, "Kyle, don't you want the rest of your spanking?"

"NO! PLEASE NO!" he said almost sobbing.

"Carl, do you think Kyle has had enough, or do you think he needs a little more to make sure he is a good boy?"

Kyle held his breath while Carl thought, then Carl said, "I don't think he has had enough yet to make up for what he did to you." I had almost forgotten.

"Kyle, I'm afraid that you have to get the rest of your spanking. Now get that little bottom up here."

Carl held him tight again. SMACK!!

He sucked in his breath hard. "SIX!...OOOUUCH!

SMACK!

" OOOWWW! OOOOHHHH! PLEASE SIR..SEVEN!" His butt was starting to welt now, angry splotches appearing where the paddle had just hit. Kyle began to choke back tears, his words turning to sobs.

SMACK!!! An especially hard swat, low on the buttocks. He yelped loudly and his whole body started a rhythmic little shake. He was crying.

"EIGHT" he sobbed thru tears. "I'm sorry, sir. Really I am. PLEASE" He had his legs up so far that I couldn't get a clear shot to his bottom.

"Put your legs down, Kyle, or your going to get more." I ordered. He did not comply. I grabbed his legs and pushed them down. Carl roughly put one of his own legs over Kyle's, still leaning forward. Kyle was now totally secured in position. I lectured him and told him that since he didn't put his legs down, he was getting two extras, the remaining to be given hard and fast.

"NO! PLEASE! I won't put them up. Not any harder! PLEASE!" After he had settled down a little, I stood up and laid into the boy's bare butt with the stick as hard as I could.

Kyle cried out loud and hard as Carl let him hold his butt with both hands. The spanking was over but Kyle stayed on Carl's lap.

"IM SORRY I DID THAT SIR" he sobbed and moved his body back and forth. "Thank you for my spanking. I needed it." He said.

Carl and I looked at each other wondering why he wasn't getting up and running out of there. As Carl lifted him to his feet, we found out why. Kyle had a HARD ON! He couldn't turn any redder but did as we noticed it. We laughed.

"Hey! I think Kyle enjoyed that!" Carl said.

"Yeah, maybe he needs some more." I said, as Kyle removed the underpants off his head.

"No way, Guys. Come on!"

"Well, Kyle, I've had my revenge, but you also embarrassed Carl. Maybe he wants some." I said, looking at the grin on Carl's face.

"Yep, I do." Carl said. "You know, what this boy ain't felt yet is what a well-paddled butt feels like gettin' smacked again. Like he did to you."

Kyle backed away saying there was no way. Kyle's little hard on bobbed up and down. Carl reached his arm and brought him back to the center of the room and told him to put his hands on the wall like I had done in the bathroom. Kyle started to cry as the bigger Carl made him get into position.

"Now for a little of your own medicine." Carl rubbed Kyle's butt softly, feeling the warmth. Kyle was wriggling his butt to the feel asking with a little less reverence not to do this. Carl had big hands and without warning smacked Kyle's scorched little ass as hard as he could. Kyle bolted toward the wall.

"OOOWWW!" Then, unbelievably stuck his butt out again. Carl had not indicated that he was giving more than one.

SWAT! He let him have it again, and again after a little jumping around, Kyle stuck his bare butt out for another. SWAT! Carl was doing these hard with his hand. Again, a recoil, a loud OW, then out came his ass.

"I think he does like these!" Carl said as Kyle stood with his butt out and hands against the wall, his hard teenage dick, protruding.

"Well, if he likes 'em, you better give some more." I said.

Carl positioned himself between the wall and Kyle and threw one arm around his back so that he was holding Kyle against him in a bent over fashion and pressing him against his upper thigh. In this way he couldn't recoil. Carl began a series of hard, bare-hand, bare-butt slaps that really had Kyle leaping. Every time he leaped, he lunged against Carl's leg. Pretty soon, Kyle was yelping to every hit. I had never seen a redder butt. Carl kept smacking, his hand had to be getting sore. Every smack caused a lunge and a yelp. Eventually, the spanking finally caused Kyle to throw his head back and plead to stop, breathing hard.

Carl let him go and as he backed away he said he was sorry. We looked at each other. Then we saw it. The little _f_u_c_k_er had cum all over Carl's pants!

"_s_h_i_t_! You _f_u_c_k_er." Carl chased him, his fist clenched.

"Carl, don't!" I urged, as Kyle retreated to a safe corner, red with embarrassment and teary eyed.

"Kyle, you understand you will have to be punished again for what you just did to Carl's pants don't you?" I asked.

He nodded his head in shame.

"Then we'll see you back here at the fort next Friday after school. That'll give your butt a week to heal before Carl really blisters it good for you. Agreed?" Carl smiled and said, "You don't show up and I'll pass the word around about you to the boys in school." Kyle nodded okay. Carl wiped some of the boy cum off his pants and rubbed it in Kyle's face. "We might end up teaching this boy a little about _s_e_x_, too" Carl grinned at me as we watched him bend over to pick up his shorts. .....to be continued


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