Run-Away Gets Spanked


by Dodo <Dodo_wo@hotmail.com>

I felt the wind blow through my hair when I walk to the bus stop near my parents house. The bus would come in a minute and I thought it was safe enough to go over to the bus stop without being seen by any of the people behind the windows of the houses in the street. I sat down on the benches, hiding my eyes behind my hair, wearing a kind of tin scarf and a hat.

Suddenly I heard a car coming past the bus stop. The man lowered the window and said that because of the summer schedule busses would come by here after eight in the evening. But I could give you a ride to the train station, if you would like that. So I looked up to see who was offering me a ride. A shock drove through my body and quickly I look down to the ground again. The man in the car was kind of an old friend of my. He used to be in the same high school as I was and I had hang out with him a couple of times. He was like my big brother in high school. He was in his last year then and used to show me around the school. I had transferred to the school because my dad got a job here and we had to move to this town because it was to far to travel from my old town. I liked him very much for helping me with every thing, he even help me with my homework. I was a little behind in some of my classes.

Now he was here in front of me again. He graduated almost one and a half year ago and went away to college. I hadn't seen him since he went away. And now he was back here and right in front of me. I was actually wondering what he was doing here in the middle of the school year and why he was not away at college. Then the thought came into my mind what he would think finding me out here by the bus stop at 21.30 hour. But maybe he didn't recognize me, it had been 1 ½ years since he last saw me and I had grown quite a bit.

So I got up from the bench and with a twisted voice I said ' thank you for offering me a ride' I got into the car and as he started the engine again, he said ' Why don't you take off that had and scarf, it's too beautiful a summer night to keep those on.' I first said that I didn't mind them, but he already had a little suspicion it was me, so he ask again and said that it wasn't polite to keep my face hidden like that. So I took them of and he said that he had know that it was me. But he said he would still drive me to the train station if I wanted that. I said that it was ok by me and we drove off.

After being silent for quite a while, he asked me what I was doing outside at a bus stop at this time at night. I just kept silent and just nodded a little bit. I was not going to tell him that. But then he said:' I thought you had curfew to be in the house. They let you off on that?' He knew I had a curfew and that I had to be home at nine 'o' clock sharp because on the last day I saw him I had broken it and my dad came to pick me up. At home my dad then learned my back a lesson in responsibility. I just nodded again and stayed quite while I looked out of the window.

Suddenly I realized that he wasn't taking me to the train station. Not at all. We were driving in the opposite direction of the train station. ' Hey' I said. Hey you, he answered. You're not taking me to the train station at all. No, he said, I'm taking you to my house and I want to talk to you about why you're out here after curfew trying to catch a train to get out off here. You didn't think I noticed that you blushed when I asked you about your curfew. Is it still nine 'o' clock, he asked. I felt a little guilty about lying a little to him about my curfew, so with a little voice I sad yes.

Well, he said, this is what we are going to do. I'm taking you to my place now and there you will phone your parents to tell them that you're alright and sorry for walking out on them. Then you tell your mother or father that I want to talk with them and I will convince them into letting you stay at my house tonight because it's too late to drive back and I want to talk to you because I can see that some thing is bothering you and you would do any of this if it was for a good reason. I do know you boy. When he finished talking I felt a little be at ease then. He was going to talk to me and help me. I looked at him still as some kind of big brother, the one I never had.

He parked his car on the curve right in front of his house. It wasn't big but looked nice and I really liked it. Ok, he said, get your thing and get that butt of you into my house. He said it at a friendly tone so I wasn't alarmed. Inside I put my backpack on the floor next to my shoes. So, he said, there's the phone, first call your parents, they are sick of worry by now I guess. I picked up the phone and called my parents. It was my mother who answered. I could hear she was happy to hear my voice and I told I was ok and that I was with Tom (that's my friend) at his house and that I was save and that he wanted to talk to them. So I handed the phone to Tom, who told me to go upstairs and put on my pj's and come back down after that. Meanwhile he talked to my mother, telling her again I was safe and that he would let me stay there tonight and then asked if he could come over tomorrow to talk to her. She said yes and Tom told her good night and hung up the phone.

So, he said to me, I'm going to the kitchen to fixe us some drinks and then we will talk. You will tell me why you ran away and where you were going. After that I will punish you for being a bad boy, making your parents worry about you and for being out after curfew and lying to me about that and for running out of a situation which is the worse thing you could do. I felt a little guilty by then and just looked at my feet as I didn't dare look at him. I had disapointed him and he was mad at me. But I also knew I deserved to be punished and I was wondering what it would be.

When he came back from the kitchen with the drinks in his hand, he told me to sit on the couch and tell him every thing. So I told him about the problems my parents were having, how they would fight all the time and making me feel bad for existing and all. Then I told him that things at school had gotten pretty bad, that I wasn't able to keep up and that I couldn't concentrate in school because of the things that went on at home. I ended with telling him I was running away to escape every thing. Finally I went silent. He said that it wasn't the way to handle thing to run away and that it would make things worse. He asked me if I had any were to go if I ran away and how I would survive. I then realized it was a stupid idea to run away, I hadn't though of that, I just thought things would work out. I told him that and he pulled me into his arms. You silly boy, he said, you should think before you do. But I will help you to work things out, you're kind of like my little broth! er. I felt really safe in his big arms. That's why I have to punish you, because I want to help you and to make you know I'm your big brother. The only way I can think of getting through to you enough for realizing for what you did to your parents is what I'm going to do right now. You know why your being punished. Yes, I said, because I have been a little bad boy, letting my parents worry like that and leaving them and being out after curfew and because I lied to you. Good, he said, you have listened to what I said to you.

Now come here and pull down you pj's pants. At first I didn't understand. My dad did spank me a lot on the bare but this was Tom. Did he want to do it bare too? He told me again and said to do it quickly or he would do it. So I pulled down my pants and he pulled me over his knees. With one hand he hold me down and with the other he lowered my pants. I was a little anxious because I had never been spanked by Tom and did not know what to expect. Well, Ryan, he said, You will get 10 smacks for every crime and an extra 10 to make you remind that you will not do this again. So that's 50 smacks across your bare buttocks.

I waited in agony for him to start my punishment but he was rubbing my ass like a promise it would be sore in a while. Finally he started. ONE SMACK TWO SMACK THREE SMACK. After three my butt was already a little bit hot but not to sore. But it would be in a few smack because Tom was quite a big guy and very strong and I think he was just testing at that time. Suddenly the smacks grew harder and faster. I think I had gotten around 12 by now and started to cry out. SMACK AHHHHHH SMACK AIIIIIIIHHHH SMACK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH SMACK SMACK SMACK HARDER AND FASTER SMACK AAAAAIIIIIIIIIHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAARRGGGGGGGHH I let out these loud uncontrolled cries and started begging. SMACK AAAAHHHHH PLEASE TOM I WON'T DO IT AGAIN SMACK AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH PLEASE STOP SMACK AAAAAAH IT HURTS IT HURTS SO MUCH,

Tom said I know it does but it suppose to hurt and to make sure you never do it again. But just hold on for a few more minutes. These are the last ten.

I could feel him even lay it harder on me. My but was sore and hot and probally red all over but it didn't seem to stop him. Just hold on for a few more minutes and it's all over with. WHACK ONE AAAAAARHHHHH PLEASE NO WHACK TWO AAAAAAARHHHHH. By this time I was broken and tears started running down my face and all I could do was just lie over his knees and feel his hand on my bare buttocks.

WHACK THREE WHACK FOUR WHACK FIVE. The last five I thought.

Tom brought them down real hard and fast.

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH

Now that's that, he said, as I lay over his lap, crying my eyes out. We're done. He gently pulled me up and put me sitting on his lap with my back against his chest and my bottom between his legs with my legs hanging over his. I had put my hands on my butt as I was rubbing it. He gently caressed my hair and let me cry it out. When the tears were almost gone and I was only sobbing instead of crying out loud, he said that I was a good boy now and that all was forgiven and forgotten by him. But he said, if I notice you screw up again it will not be so light as it was now. If this was light I thought, I wouldn't want to now what severe was. But I know he was right when he punished and punishes me and I always feel better after a good spanking. It's like my whole sheet is whipped clean and all is forgiven.

He put me back over his knees again but this time it wasn't for a spanking but for putting so cold creme an my burning butt. It took a little bit of the fire out of my buttocks but they were still hot and sore and would be for the rest of the week. I wasn't al little child any more in the mean that when he rubbed my ass and he did it really good my dick began to grow and a warm feeling in the front of me replaced a little bit of the burning in the backside. When Tom saw it he began to caress my 14 year old body in the front. Stroking my dick until I came sitting on his lap. I felt the warm feeling drift through my body and my muscles all contracted and released, contracted and released over en over until the young teen boy cum was all over the table in the front of us.

Fortunately Tom wasn't made, he was really sweet and just got a towel to clean it up. Finally after quite a time sitting next to him on the couch with my head against his schoulder he told me to get up from the couch and took me upstairs. He made the bed in the little spare room where I would sleep tonight and lay me on the bed with a cushion under my belly and with my red but in the air. I didn't put my pj's back on but I didn't care, my butt was blazing hot and now it cool a little bit because I would have to sit on it tomorrow at school. He pulled the blanket gently over my back and then kissed on my forehead while saying good night. After that he turned of the lights and I lay on the bed listening while he was whistling in the showers.

After all, I got a good night sleep as it was not for my red buttocks but off the sweet and tenderness afterwards. At breakfast Tom told me he had a plan, but you will find out about that another time..............


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