Return to the Woodshed--At the Pond


by Gc <GCStorm@aol.com>

I woke up the next morning to find the kid not in bed next to me. I heard the shower running in the bathroom down the hall so I gave a good stretch and padded barefoot all over to the bathroom to see if he needed help washing his back. Or something. I saw his silhouette through the frosted glass of the shower door and liked where the protrusion was compared to that dame in Psycho. I didn't have a knife with me, more like a blunt instrument, but I climbed into the foggy interior of the tub anyhow.

I pressed my chest up against his wet back, putting my arms around him. "Excuse me," I said, "I'm here to stab you."

"Oh goody," he said, "that's nice," and ground his wet, soapy, bottom back against my crotch, "stab away!"

It was tempting, oh, lordy, wasn't it tempting but the only thing in sight to use for lubrication was soap and I didn't think the kid would greatly appreciate that up his bum! Instead I gave him a slap on his wet cheek and told him he was a shameless hussy. Come to find out it is just as well I didn't fall prey to temptation for the kid hadn't used the toilet for a sit down yet today with the idea of waiting until we got to the camp. Something to do with wanting to get the full privy experience. I figured he'd be lucky not to mess his pants on that awful road going up to the camp but I humored him and only peed right there in the shower, putting off unloading from the other orifice for now. I knew that I was by no means too shy to take off into the woods if a sudden and urgent need arose. What the kid thought about emulating a bear we'd have to wait and see if the occasion arose.

We got dried off and went downstairs for breakfast in the nude as seemed to be normal nowadays, Dad seems to get a kick out of seeing us that way and I sure don't mind and my little brother seems okay with it too. Dad will even make smart remarks if we show up with erections like we did this morning, asking us if we went to the bathroom yet and telling us that our stiffness problem would go away if we did.

"You know, Dad," I said as we sat there at the table having a nice breakfast, "it's too bad that corporal punishment is out of style, you could make a fortune with that frame of yours, the heads of schools and prisons would love to have something like that."

"Laugh if you want," Dad replied, "I've sold the plans and materials list to three different adult spanking clubs for some good bucks. It is amazing what you can find on the web if you go looking."

"What you really need to come up with is a spanking machine," I said with a grin, "now that would be a big seller!"

"I'm working on it already," he said, "it's not as easy as it might seem, the kind of stroke that is given when you smack a bum is a strange one, starting really fast and then stopping suddenly. You can't have the follow through like hitting a golf ball or baseball, it just isn't that kind of motion. I've got it narrowed down to something with a heavy spring load or possibly an air piston, hydraulic is a bit too slow to work well." He launched into a discussion of the difficulties of making a machine to mimic the all over bottom warming that a human can do.

We headed out to the camp shortly after breakfast, Dad having packed some food for us to enjoy while there. He told me that the fishing rods were stored in a closet in the building and tossed me the keys to the Land Rover once more. The kid and I got dressed and headed out.

We leaked before we left and made it past the piddle spot and drove straight through to the camp area. By the time we got there the kid was acting a bit nervous and I tormented him for a little while taking my time about getting the camp opened up and then going out back to unlock the privy's door. He charged right in and had his pants to his ankles and was sitting down in almost the same motion.

"Whew," he said, "I didn't think I was going to make it. That car really bounces it out of you!" I took my time about lowering my own pants and sitting down and then pointed at the kid's underpants.

"Judging from the spot on the back of your briefs," I said, "you didn't quite make it." I laughed and said, "You know, big boys that mess their pants get a spanking!"

The kid blushed and said, "I haven't done that for quite a while, I think that the last time was when I got plastered out of my mind and went to pee and did a bit more than that."

"Makes no difference," I laughed, "you are going to get spanked anyway."

The kid laughed then, "Why don't you really punish me and not spank me," he said.

We did our thing and dawdled over it, there being no rush to get things done and then the kid found out that he had really messed his crack pretty good so he slipped his pants and shorts off after removing his shoes and socks so he could go to the pond to get cleaned up. I wiped and stood up and pulled my pants up to go with him, telling him to take his underwear with him to wash out in the pond. It was fun walking behind him and seeing his cute behind naked below the hem of his T-shirt. I went into the cabin to get the soap so he could wash himself and his shorts clean. We walked over the catwalk over the dam and went down into the shower area of the millrace for you just didn't let soap and other stuff get into the pond even though the soap was biodegradable. The kid looked really cute trying to stick just his bottom under the waterfall so he wouldn't get totally wet.

The cold water of the pond turned him into my 'little' brother again and of course I had to laugh at him. He took it with good humor even when I told him that he had to walk around wearing just his shirt until his underpants dried. I took pity on him after a while, he looked so cold and forlorn, and started a fire in the cook stove and let him warm up by it before taking him over my knees in front of the stove for after all, he did need a spanking for his 'accident'.

At first the skin of his butt was pretty cold from the pond water but that didn't last for long as I slowly warmed up the nice, rounded part of his body that was raised up high over my lap and watched it turn pink and then red as the blood rushed into it where I slapped it. That was not the only place that was getting a good flow of blood for I could feel his previously retracted willie growing along side my leg. He wasn't the only one with serious blood flow in that area, my willie was rock hard and oozing out pre-cum like a leaky old hose making a pretty impressive wet spot on my pants leg. I used to be so embarrassed by that when I was a kid!

I let the kid up off of my lap and he looked down at my crotch. "You know," he said, "bad boys that wet their pants get spanked, too."

"It ain't pee!" I protested.

"It makes no difference," he said with a smirk, "wet is wet."

There is no arguing with logic like that so I got up and took off my pants and underwear, my shoes and socks having been left behind when I stopped off earlier to get the soap, my boner sticking out straight and still drooling. The kid sat down on the chair and got me comfortably across his knees and started in on me.

Now my bum started out at air temperature so it must not have been quite as much fun for the kid to spank me but he did a nice job of it, warming up my backside to much hotter than ambient temperature. My drooling continued and I wondered if I would be spanked for wetting his leg. After maybe five minutes or so I was considered properly chastised for wetting my pants and the kid told me that I could get up. Just for kicks I did the old famous 'dance of the spanked boy', rubbing my butt furiously while bouncing from foot to foot. I grinned as I saw the kid's gaze on my very stiff willie that was bobbing up and down in time to my dancing.

A couple of hours had passed by now and the sun blazing down and the day was warm so I headed for the door, shedding my T-shirt on the way. "Last one in's a rotten egg!" I yelled and ran out the door to the pond and dove naked into the cool water. While still underwater from my dive I heard the splash as the kid hit the water. If there is one thing that I can do really well it is swim, especially underwater, so I went for the bottom of the pond and as the kid swam over me on the surface planed up and tweaked his most protuberant area, starting a game of 'dickie tag' that we boys used to play when our parents weren't looking. There is only one real rule to this game, you need to be underwater when you 'tag' another person. Of course this game becomes more difficult as the cool water takes effect and things start to retract, sometime is was more than just the other guy's dickie that you grabbed. There was never any damage done to any boy for those other things in the area were pretty well retracted after a while as well. The kid caught onto the game quickly and we had a great time for about fifteen minutes or so, tagging each other before pulling back out onto the bank to bask in the now hot sun. That was always a lot of fun in itself and I used to get a kick out of watching the other guys turn back into guys as their gonads warmed up and decided to peek out again from where they had been hiding. It used to be funny to see the adults when they joined us swimming because outside of the fur involved down below the cool water affected them the same way and they would come out looking just about the same as all of us boys. I don't think I have to say that we boys used to giggle about that sight when we were alone and no parents were around. One of the teenagers that used to visit the camp had what we called a 'shower' instead of a 'grower' so he was always pretty big down below and only got harder when he got horny so although his nuts would be retracted tightly to his body his willie still stuck out pretty good putting him to a definite disadvantage in our games of dickie tag. We used to tease him about it, of course, calling him 'Meat' but I think we were envious at the same time.

After we warmed up for a while the kid stood up.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I need to take a leak," he said, and turned his back to me. Funny how some sort of instinct or training makes a guy do that. Pretty silly, isn't it?

"Don't pee there," I said, "walk over to the edge of the trees. You never leak near the pond, we get our drinking water from the brook up at the head of the pond. Quite a few kids got spanked for peeing where you are standing." The kid walked over to the edge of the woods and I got a great view of his backside and the golden arc of his pee stream coming from the opposite side of him. He shook himself off and came back to where I was still laying on the grass.

"You mean to tell me that a boy would get spanked just for peeing in the wrong place?" he asked.

"Darn tootin'" I said, "the adults were really strict about that. You used to get one warning, the second time you tried it you got your ass warmed. I saw one kid get his ass whipped by his dad's belt right about where you are standing. First time I ever saw leather contacting boy hide and boy, he wailed and howled like his dad was killing him and from the looks of his bottom once his dad got done it wasn't far from the truth, it was all striped from where the belt lashed it."

The kid looked around the area near the pond. "Did there used to be a seat here?" he asked, "I don't see anyplace for his dad to sit."

I laughed. "He just took the kid under his left arm around the belly and used the belt while he was standing there. He smacked the kid's entire bum and even the backs of his legs before he was done. The kid jumped back into the pond once his whipping was done and I'd swear you could hear a hiss when his ass hit the water. I don't think there was any boy here that didn't have a boner once that was done, spankings are great so long as you aren't the one getting them."

I don't know how he managed it but the kid smirked at me and let loose with a squirt of pee standing right there on the banks of the pond. An invitation if I ever saw one.

"You wait right there, young man!" I roared as I got up on my feet and headed for the cabin, "You were warned and now you are going to get it!" I retrieved my old, worn belt from my jeans and headed back out the door, doubling it up and snapping it. I'll have to admit that the whole effect was spoiled a bit by me being naked and sporting an enormous erection.

I pulled him under my arm and started smacking his bottom with the belt, lecturing him all the time about peeing near the pond. When you spank this way you tend to go more up and down than across his butt and a few strokes landed in his crack as he danced around under the sting of the leather, I almost nailed his nuts once! Now of course it is easily possible to spank the entire backs of a boy's legs in this position but that isn't what I wanted to do so I confined my licks to his behind, pretty much from the sit area up. It wasn't a hard whipping by any means, this is a play spanking after all and not a punishment spanking and I didn't want the kid's ass so sore that we couldn't play any more, I wanted it to sting in good shape so it was a prolonged spanking. Even light swats with a leather belt on the bum can start to sting in good shape after a while. When his bum was all nicely reddened I let him go and his hands flew to his behind as he ran to the pond and jumped in. No, I didn't hear a hiss, his behind wasn't that hot.

I stood there watching him in the pond rubbing his bum and pretending that he just had the tar whipped out of him. "You know," I said, "it kind of spoils the entire effect of a whipping if you cool it down right away, maybe I'll have to give you another one." He stuck his tongue out at me and took off for the far side of the pond. I dropped my belt on the bank and dove in the pond and took off after him.

I caught up with him in the shallows on the far side of the pond and grabbed him around the belly under my left arm and raised his butt clear of the water and laid a flurry of smacks on his upturned behind while he thrashed around behind me. I ducked his bottom under water to get it wet again and then raised it up and smacked it some more while he sputtered and splashed. This was much more fun than dickie tag! I smacked him a bit more and then dropped him so he could scramble out on the far bank and he took off, his red bottom shining in the sun and I chased after but not too fast, the view was too good from back here. Sheer horniness overcame the cool water and my boner was pointing the way and when he took the corner to run over the catwalk over the dam I saw that he had a directional beacon of his own leading the way. I caught up with him in the clearing in front of the cabin when he slipped on the grass and fell down.

"You wait right there!" I ordered, "your punishment will continue in a moment!" I went into the cabin and got a condom and the lubricant and went back outside, rolling on the condom as I went.

The kid was laying face down on the grass, panting a bit from running and giggling, his red behind shining brightly and I knelt down behind him and spread his legs wide and squirted lubricant were it would do the most good and spanked him for quite a while using my belly on his bottom instead of my hand. He responded well to this punishment, moaning and groaning and even gasping a bit when I spanked him extra deeply. Finally I gave him one more really good spank and then just lay there for a while, tired out from my efforts to discipline this wayward boy.

I got to my feet and removed the condom and said, "There, I hope you've learned a lesson from that!" The kid looked really good laying there, his still red bottom with it's cheeks spread wide and a gleam of lubricant showing on his crack.

"I sure did," came his muffled voice, "if I want some excitement all I have to do is piddle by the pond!" He rolled over onto his back, displaying that the punishment hadn't impressed one part of him in the least and grinned up at me. "I'll have to admit that I liked the third spanking you gave me the best," he said.

I knew something had to be done about his stiffness problem so I fetched another condom and rolled it on to the offending member and knelt down on the ground with my butt stuck out so he could spank me internally as well as externally for a bit which he did very well indeed, adding a little percussion to the music he was playing back there by slapping my hips with his hands on both sides and he spanked the middle area with his pubic hair. It was a most enjoyable spanking all told, one that I hope to repeat often in the future. I was well spanked in all meanings of the words once he was done. It is quite a treat to be given a spanking on the sides of your ass while the internal areas are being well plumbed and I achieved yet another woody, amazing even myself.

When the kid had finished spanking me with a gasp and quick breathing, we took a quick shower under the millrace with the trusty bar of soap to get cleaned up, thank goodness for water based lubricant! I don't think that I need to say that we cleaned each other up making darn sure that all was nice and sanitary once we finished and rinsed off. It was back to the cabin to see what Dad had packed for lunch.

He had made us a bunch of ham and cheese sandwiches and potato salad to go along with them and somewhere he found some half sour pickles which made everything go together nicely. The kid started laughing as we sat on the front porch still naked and soaking up the sun and I asked him what was so amusing.

"Leave it to your father to give us ham," he said, "maybe he knew that it would go along with all the other roasted butts that would be up here!" I never thought of ham quite like that before and had to laugh and promise the kid that I'd turn his butt into ham if he didn't look out.

Dad had included bacon and eggs for breakfast as well as some coffee and for supper he had included some great looking steaks and fixings to go along with them, I guess that he had a dim view of my abilities as a fisherman to feed us. Just as well, the slimy trout can stay swimming in the pond for all of me, I never really liked fishing though I did like the other fun that I had around the place with the other boys that were there.

"You were telling me about that kid getting a whipping with his dad's belt for peeing near the pond," said the kid around a mouthful of potato salad, "what did you other guys think about seeing something like that?"

"Well," I said, "I think that most guys would get turned on a little bit at least seeing some other guy getting his ass tanned, I know that I sure popped a boner when it happened even though I was in the water at the time. You feel some sympathy for the guy getting it but at the same time you are just glad it isn't you because you know just what it feels like to get a spanking and know how embarrassing it would be to get one out where everyone could see you getting it. I know the time that Dad spanked me when I fell in the water and made me march back to camp naked with my little woody and red behind on display for everyone to see I was embarrassed as all get out."

I took another bite of my sandwich and chewed and swallowed and then said, "You really didn't need to see someone getting spanked to be turned on, just the sounds of it going on was enough to get a rise out of us."

"I can remember one summer when there were seven of us boys at the camp," I said, "and fishing was done for the day and it was really hot so all of us were going for a swim. That is, all of us but one that didn't do his chores and was being taken out to the privy for a discussion of his lack of effort. We had taken our clothes off and left them on the porch and were starting down for the pond when the first crack of the paddle and the kid's yelp sounded across the clearing and every one of us got an instant boner that stayed with us even after we got into the water so long as the sounds of the spanking came out of that outhouse. I got a look at the kid's scarlet ass before he dove into the water and got another one even with the cold. That was just from hearing a spanking, not seeing one."

"I don't know why the dads used to take us out there to spank us," I continued, "all of us boys made a trip or two out there during a stay here so we all knew what was going on and I know that my dad didn't spare the horses just because someone could hear me getting my butt blistered again and from the looks and sounds of things the same thing held true for the other guys, with our skinny dipping and showering under the millrace, not to mention our group jerk off sessions, I saw a lot of well tanned behinds over the years but that was the way they did it, a spanking where anyone could see it was pretty darn rare."

"So you never saw that many guys get spanked?" the kid asked.

"Now I didn't say that," I replied, "outside of this camp for some reason the men were never very shy about taking care of any disciplinary problems regardless of who might be hanging around at the time. I will admit that most of the time it was an all male audience though I did see one kid get a good hiding with his dad's belt in front of his mother but that was rare, they seemed to like to keep spankings as a male thing. Maybe they thought that a bare boy butt wasn't something that everyone wanted to see. Once I got spanked in the hardware store when I was about 11 or so. I was being a brat about the toy section and Dad said to the man behind the counter that he needed to take care of something and the man just nodded. Dad put his foot up on a bucket and pulled me over his knee, yanking my pants down in the process and tanned my bare ass a good and hard with his hand. I was standing there bawling afterwards, rubbing my ass and forgetting all about being naked from the waist down for all purposes until I saw the man behind the counter grinning. I think my face got as red as my ass was and I yanked my pants up and ran out to the car. Dad never had to do that in a store again, I can tell you that for sure!"

"That had to be horrible, getting spanked like that in front of a strange man!" said the kid.

"It sure was," I replied, "and I think what helped my behavior in stores after that was Dad's assurance that if I ever behaved like that again he'd have my pants off, not down, and take his belt to my butt and whip me so hard that I'd have to ride home laying on the seat. He would have done it, too."

"Once we were having a family picnic and I was about twelve or so and me and a bunch of my cousins were messing around in the woods," I said, "We heard someone coming through the bushes and all hid with the idea of ambushing whoever it was. It was one of my uncles and he had his seventeen year old son by the arm, really reading him the riot act. As we watched, my uncle made my cousin drop his pants and shorts to his ankles and bend over a big old tree that had fallen near this clearing so his snowy white butt was almost straight up and down and then take off his belt and wrap it around his hand a time or two and really let my cousin have it, full arm swings right across both his ass cheeks while my tough older cousin begged and pleaded for him to stop. My uncle stopped alright but not before he laid about forty stripes across my cousin's naked, upturned, ass and got him bawling just like a little kid. My uncle then left him there across that log until he cried himself out and stood up. While we watched from our hiding places we discovered that big boys whack off after getting a spanking, too."

The kid laughed. "That must have been some sight to see," he said.

"What was even better was to see six young boys all with their pants down in a circle jerking off," I laughed, "what a chance we were taking, there would have been a lot more howling in that clearing if one of the adults caught us at it."

"Did you ever get caught playing with yourself?" the kid asked. I should have known this was coming with his favorite fantasy.

"No, I didn't." I said, "But I do know of one of my buddies that did once. He was sitting on the toilet with his pajama pants puddled on the floor in front of him playing with himself when his Dad walked in to take a leak. He couldn't hide what he was doing and his father was pretty old fashioned and took a dim view of his activities and pulled him up from off of the toilet, sat down himself and then pulled my pal across his knees and just blistered his tail with a hairbrush. Now my buddy was used to getting spanked with the hairbrush but normally his dad would give him a warm-up spanking by hand before laying on the brush but not this time, it was a full fledged butt blistering right off the bat with the brush. My buddy said that it felt like his butt was being driven through his belly, his dad was smacking him so hard. He couldn't sit without a pillow on his chair for three days afterwards his bum hurt so much."

"Did that stop him from jerking off?" asked the kid.

"Are you kidding?" I laughed, "he whacked off just as soon as his Dad took his pee and left the room. Would you stop doing something that feels so good just because you got a spanking because of it?"

"No," said the kid, "I guess not but I sure would have been darn careful where I played with myself after that!"

While on the subject of spankings with company I told him about the time I saw three brothers get their bums warmed by their father. I was waiting for them to come out and play in the loft of the barn when all of them came into the barn in company with their father and he wasn't very happy. I had a bird's eye view of their spankings as their father had them all strip naked which didn't take much because they were only wearing shorts anyway, and take them one at a time over his knees and blistered their bare butts with his paddle. I had a great deal of sympathy for them for Dad had just switched over to the paddle for my own spankings and I knew how much that little piece of wood could hurt when it smacked a bare fanny. Each one of them got about fifty smacks all over their bums which left them really sore and bawling like mad. I was really quiet while all this was going on because I knew their dad was on a roll and wouldn't mind turning another bottom scarlet as well. Funny thing is, they weren't really upset that I saw them getting spanked, we had a nice circle jerk after their dad had left the building. I guess it was because at some time or another all of them had seen me in the same position as my own father explained my latest misbehavior to me. A lot of my friends saw me getting my ass warmed over the years, sometimes as just a spectator and sometimes just before they got a spanking of their own. My dad and the other fathers weren't fussy about who was around when a boy needed a spanking and weren't awfully fussy about which bottom they spanked, either. Once Dad actually spanked one of my friends when he misbehaved and I hadn't. True, that was a darn rare occurrence but it did happen once.

None of us boys really commented a lot when we saw someone else get spanked, you would think it would be great material for teasing but it wasn't used very much, I'd guess it was because all of us had been there and done that. There isn't much that is actually funnier looking than a boy when his pants are down and his bum upturned over a man's knees, his odd looking and normally hidden areas now open for viewing and then there are his antics as he kicks his feet and wriggles around trying to escape the next stinging smack to his behind, a boy will try most anything to avoid that but most of the time to no avail. As we all realized that we have indeed looked that funny ourselves on occasion our remarks were more on the 'Wow, that was some licking!' or 'Darn, that must have hurt big time!' or such words as that. It gave the person who had just gotten spanked the opportunity to fluff his feathers a bit for having taken such an awful spanking. 'That was nothing, you should have seen how he spanked the time I did....'. The spanking you just got was never the worst one. In my case Dad was inventive enough that I could count on the next spanking being my worst one.

It wasn't that Dad used a different tool on my backside or changed positions, the paddle was the same one that he started using on me from the first and his knees didn't change all that much, there was just more of me to lay down over them. I think what made things interesting was Dad's absolute refusal to get any kind of rhythm going when making wood contact hide.

I can remember one of my friends who used to get spanked quite a bit and also spanked with a paddle like I was telling me that after a bit getting spanked was sort of like riding a horse.

"Dad and I got this rhythm thing going," he said, "he always blasts my butt right over my hole and then goes up and down my crack from my back to the backs of my legs, gives two swats to the sit spot on each cheek and then starts over. How many repeats there are of this depends on how bad I've been but he always smacks the same places and the same tempo. He will smack my butt, I go forward and yell and as my butt comes back over his lap he smacks it again, sort of like posting when a horse is trotting. I think it helps because he always hits my ass square on, I think if he smacked the sides I'd wriggle sideways." I got spanked by his father a few times and he was right, all the smacks landed on my buttocks so I looked like I had a scarlet stripe right up the middle of my white ass.

My dad never got any kind of pattern or rhythm going and as far as he was concerned there was a lot more boy that was available to spank than just the traditional buttocks. From what I had just read about a birching and the areas that they would whip, Dad had the same views. Pretty much anything from my belt line down was open for smacks though in truth he didn't go very far down my legs, maybe to about ball level is all. Boy, oh, boy, didn't he love to smack my hips! I'd be red right down to where my belly met his lap. As far as my crack and its contents go, that was a target of opportunity, he didn't go out of his way to smack me there but if things came into view, they got swatted.

Actually, my crack and the hide inside it got smacked more when I was little than when I got older, the paddle being just too big to get inside there easily. I think I kicked less when I got older, too, maybe because I just knew it did no good and you could not avoid a swat by kicking all over the place. When I first started getting spanked I bet my legs looked like a whirlwind they were running and thrashing around so much and sometimes I'd bounce while a swat was about to smack my hide and get nailed in all my tender spots, Dad's hand was big enough to nail my entire crack all the way to my balls with one smack. I got my little boy-hole slapped a lot in those early days before I learned to be embarrassed by having it seen and tried to remember to keep my cheeks closed. I can't quite recall when that happened, it must have been about the same time that I used to hear one boy call another one an asshole and associated that with being a very nasty thing and something so disgusting that you didn't talk about it, never mind show it to anyone.

Because of the kid's complete lack of experience with getting spanked as a kid and the idea of corporal punishment having fallen out of favor I had to do most of the talking about how it used to be done back in the good ole days. I told him about all the different tools I had either felt on my own behind or seen the results of on a buddy's ass though in truth most fathers tended toward either their belts or a paddle of some sort. One dad still liked to use his grandfather's razor strop to great effect on his son's behind, I somehow missed that treat though I used to see a solid red stripe across my buddy's bottom about two widths wide. His dad used to spank just the center of his buttocks right over his butt hole but smacked it enough that there was a raised area of scarlet hide once the spanking was done. He used to have to lay on his belly on his bed for his whipping and told me that it really made no difference if he would clench his cheeks or not, the strop still used to burn right into his hide. The one similarity among all the spankings, regardless of what tool was used was it was always done on the bare skin, no clothing was ever involved.

One dad didn't bother with a tool, ever. He only used his hand but boy, wasn't it effective! I can remember still my first run in with him.

Somehow I had missed ever getting spanked by this particular father until one day when my buddy and I were playing pass in the back yard with a baseball. I'd guess that we both were about fifteen by that time. I missed a high toss and the darn ball slammed right through the living room window with a horrible crash. I looked at my buddy and he had turned pale as a ghost. Makes me wonder how many broken windows have led to scarlet backsides over the years, it's almost as if they were put on a building just to temp a boy to break them.

"What's the matter?" I asked him.

"Dad is going to tan my hide big time," he said, "he's told me a thousand times not to play catch near the house and said if I broke a window he'd wear all the hide right off of my bottom!" I knew that as I was a partner in crime so to speak that without a doubt I would be sharing in this experience really soon but couldn't quite understand why he was so upset about the idea of getting a spanking, I mean I'd been spanked often enough by this time.

"What does your dad use on your butt?" I asked, steeling myself for the paddle or maybe a belt, somehow if I knew what to prepare for I could handle the spanking better.

"He doesn't use anything, he just uses his hand," replied my pal, "he says he don't need any tool to make me behave." I laughed inside at this idea, I knew how much Dad's paddle hurt and knew it hurt much more than his hand did. What a sissy, getting upset about a hand spanking!

Sure enough, his dad appeared at the broken window and yelled for the two of us to get our sorry butts up into my buddy's bedroom and wait for him. We dragged our feet across the yard and into the house and then upstairs.

"We better get undressed," my pal said, "Dad wants me to be naked when he gets up here and I'm pretty sure that he'll want you that way too." Both of us took all our clothes off and sat naked on the edge of his bed. At least sitting down hid our woodies from a casual look though both of us were hard as a rock.

Pretty soon his dad came up into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

"You know what you are going to get," he said to his son, "and I've called your father and he said to give you the same punishment that I'm giving my kid," he said to me. Both of us got up off of the bed and stood there at attention, our erect willies pointing right at him while he lectured us on the errors of playing catch in the yard. He then sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned his son to come over to him.

I watched as my pal lay down over his dad's knees, his erect willie in between his dad's spread legs and his chest pretty much resting on the bed while his legs draped down so his feet were touching the floor. His dad took a firm grip around his chest and raised his hand high and brought it down on his upturned behind.

I don't know that I've ever seen a man's hand hit a bottom that hard and it sounded like my father's paddle when it would hit my behind and I watched as the handprint developed on my buddy's right cheek. A second swat landed in exactly the same spot and then a third.

That was the technique this man used, slapping one area of your ass scarlet before going on to another area and it didn't take long at all for my buddy to start blubbering and kicking his feet madly all over the place. It was a long, hard spanking, lasting about twenty minutes and my buddy's ass looked like a tomato by the time his dad was finished with him and he was crying just like a little kid. Not a square inch of his bottom hadn't been smacked and his dad even tipped him a bit so he could nail all of his left cheek and boy, didn't he smack the famous crease area at the bottom of his bum, that area looked almost maroon in color by the time the spanking was finished. Then it was my turn, my buddy having been set back on his feet with his hands behind his head so he couldn't rub.

The first smack nailed my right cheek and started a fire burning, nothing terrible and nothing like my dad's paddle but then the second smack landed in the same exact spot and fanned that fire hotter and when the third swat hit the same place the fire flamed up like fury. While that area burned and burned he started the same process on the same cheek but in a little different area and boy, wasn't it starting to hurt! If he had gotten tired out at all by spanking my buddy I couldn't tell, by the time a dozen or two swats had landed on my bum I was bawling but that did no good, the spanking just went on and on. I know that I got nailed square in my crack quite a few times when I kicked and thrashed around and I yelped when his strong hand made contact with my boy hole. After an eternity I was put on my feet with my hands behind my head still crying and the two of us were guided over to corners in the room to stand there for a while and think over our sins.

All the time in the corner my ass just pulsed with pain and my poor boy hole felt all swollen up from where it got smacked. I never, ever scoffed at the idea of getting a 'mere' spanking by hand after that time, believe me it is nothing to sneeze at! Finally after an hour we were allowed to rub our asses and after we got done with that we rubbed something else which needed the attention.

There is something interesting about getting a hard hand spanking--a belt or paddle tends to sting the heck out of the skin of your ass while getting a whacking by hand seems to stimulate the muscles on your bottom and the after effects of that spanking lasted a long, long time. I actually had almost bruised spots on the very bottom of my ass in the crease area where I had gotten spanked a lot. Even my boy hole hurt the next morning when I had to use the toilet, not so much going but wiping, it was pretty tender to the touch. The funny thing is I popped a boner every time I touched myself there.

"That sounds interesting," said the kid, "I'd like to experience that sometime."

"Your wish is my command," I said, leading him over to one of the bunks.

Now I know that I couldn't spank as hard as that guy's father could, my hands are no where near as callused as his were, he worked as a carpenter and his hands were about the same texture as the boards that he worked on all day but I did the best I could. I did keep him over my knees for half an hour but it wasn't all steady spanking like I had gotten, there were too many things to play with with him in that position. His fanny was a nice scarlet color by the time I was finished and he must have oozed out a cup of precum fluid before I let him get up on his feet, my own willie wasn't far behind in output.

"That was fun," said the brat, "now it's your turn."

My drooling continued while I was over his knees for my long term spanking and I guess it is because of my age and experience in spankings for all the time he was spanking me I was so turned on it is incredible, the spanking wasn't really hurting to speak of but the stimulation was great. If there is such a thing as a sensual spanking, this was it. To me it felt a lot like getting a good back rub from someone, true it stung a bit more but it was the same sort of feeling.

There are times that a plain, old fashioned jerk off is the best way to go and this was one of them. Once my bottom was nice and warm the kid and I went outside and did just that, by ourselves for a change instead of doing each other. It was the perfect finale for a perfect spanking and left both of us pretty drained by the time we shot off on the front lawn of the place. We just sat on the porch in the sun for a while after that, arms around each other enjoying the sun. I don't know about the kid but my bum was a bit sore from all the spankings it had gotten and it itched like mad from the hard wooden planks of the porch just like it had many times in the past. There is nothing like the feeling of warm sunlight on nude bodies and we just ate up the rays beaming down on us.


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