This episode is dedicated to one of my internet friends. I wish I could write like you do.
Ben tensed on Jim's lap. He knew that the first slap was close. He closed his eyes. How long would this man punish him, would it hurt as much as Ray. Ben knew that if he did not take his punishment well the man would only spank him longer and harder, like Ray always did.
Jim whacked his palm down on Bens round pert nottom. The palm of his hand was smarting from the hard slap. The sound of his hand on Ben's young round bottom was music to his ears. Ben cried 'owiieee' as his bottom felt the smack of the man's hand. Jim loved the feeling of power over Ben. The two of them were alone and Jim could do whatever he wanted to the cute young boy.
For a split second Jim thought of his 13 year old daughter, back home and staying with friends. Ben would make a nice boyfriend for her, he thought. He briefly imagined that they might marry young and provide him with a grandson. That would be fun, he thought.
Although the hand smack had been hard and Ben's right bottom cheek already had a red mark on it, Jim was not at all pleased.
He ordered Ben to stand up ''at once''. Ben stood and Jim pushed the boy aside and went over to his hand luggage. Reaching inside Jim pulled out the stinger that he had bought on the internet before the vacation. He returned to Ben whose eyes were firmly fixed on the implement. He had not seen anything like it before and immediately started to implore Jim to to spank him with the implement. JIm wiggled the flexible plastic stinger in front of the frightened boy's eyes.''Over my lap this instant, boy'' he shouted and Ben began to cry, but he returned to the submissive position he knew so well and tears fell from his eyes.
Jim noted that when he laid the stinger across Ben's pretty bottom the boy tensed his buttocks, pulling them close together. Jim enjoyed the sight of Ben's small and vulnerable 13 year old bottom clenching and he knew that no amount of tensing would lessen the pain of the wonderful stinger.
Jim lashed the boy's bottom hard with the stinger and noted how Ben's upper body jolted upwards, the marks from the stinger appeared suddenly, decorating the very centre of Ben's bottom cheeks with three thin and bright red lines.
Jim took his time admiring the burning lines on the young boy's bottom. he imagined how hot and painful Ben's bottom would be feeling. Jim laid another stroke of the stinger on Ben's bottom and noted the cry from the boy's mouth with great satisfaction
''please daddy...''Ben began ''it hurts so much, I'll be a good boy....I'll do anything you tell me but please don't hit me anymore with the stick'' p...p....pllleeese daddy''
Jimlaughed to himself. Why had Ben called the stinger a stick. Ben had clearly not felt anything like this before. Jim whippped the stinger down on Ben's reddening bottom again. Ben shreiked and JIm held him tighter around his still thin waist to stop the boy moving. Ben still had a younger boy's waist. Jim liked the way the boy was still smooth like a baby and yet his buttocks were developing like a young man. The boy's bottom jutted out prominently from the small of his back and rose to produce two firm and perfectly round peaks before falling away deeply into the thighs. Each of his boy mounds was seperated by a deep cleft. Jim thought how much the Ben's bottom remined him of a teenage girls frim young breasts. Jim lashed the boys stripped lined bottom again and this time he aimed the stroke just below the peak of ben's bottom. He thought he saw Ben's buttocks bounce, but perhaps that was his imagination.
When Jim had finished punishing the boy, Ben had stripes across the centre and lower part of his bottom. Jim relaxed as Ben lay crying into the bedclothes that his upper body now rested upon.
Jim instructed Ben to get up and to lie face down on the bed. Ben was trained not to touch his bottom after a ounishment and so he just lay on the bed, crying and feeling the intense burning marks on his bottom. Ben hated ray for making him tae this trip.
Standing in his tight silk shorts, Jim took out his cameras and began to record his early evenings's enjoyment for posterity.
''In about ten minutes you will take a shower and then we will go for something to eat'' Jim told the sobbing boy, as he continued to focus his video recored on Ben's stripped bottom.
That eveing back at home Ray had spent his time in the bar. He had also invested heavily in drinks for Brenda, the local lush. He had serious hopes of getting her back to his place. He would impress her by calling the boy from his bed and making him serve him and Brenda some wione. That would impress Berenda and maybe he would get lucky.
Things had not gone Ray's way and the owner of the bar has thrown him out at 10.00. As he stumbled home Ray decided that if he could not get his hands on Brenda, there was always a nice young bottom at home that he could give a very hard whacking with the new strap he had bought at the antiques shop the day before. Ray had imagined the sound of the strap on Ben's bottom and the effect it would have on the boy. Ben had been getting far to headstrong and confident lately and the thick strap would change all that.
Ray managed somehow to open the front door of the house. Inside was darkness.
Why hadn't the little beggar left the light on for Ray?
Ray called out as he fell inot the hallway
''Ben...get your butt down here now'' Ray shouted out into the air.
Ray struggled to his feet and flicked on the light switsh. He spotted the new strap hanging from its new hook on the hallway wall and raised his arm to reach for it, missed and fell again.
''Get down here now boy'' Ray hollered out from the floor but his words dirfted into the silence.
Ray fell asleep then his last thoughts were of Ben's pale unmarked bottom, naked over the edge of the couch and Ray lifting the strap as high as he could. In the house was silence.
Ben waked towards the man who sat grinning on the edge of his bed. he had undressed and prepared for bed only to be told that he could wear just a short teeshirt and that, in any event, another hand spanking would be needed to remind him to drink all the water at the dinner table when he was told to.
Jim smiled broadly as the boy walked nervously toward him. Ben glanecd around and could not see a sigh of the stinger. JIm knew that Ben was searching for the stinger and , if Ben fialed to submit completely to the forthcoming spanking Jim would fetch it from his case. All through dinner the tight shorts Ben had been made to wear had pulled on his sore bottom and the seam had pulled in between his legs. He thought he noticed another boy, about his age, smirk at him as he walked to the table, behing the head waiter and in front of Jim whose eyes remained quite firmly on his temporary son's bottom. Jim had decided earlier in the evening that he would enjoy giving Ben's bottom another hard hand spanking before bed.
''Tomorrow you will do some modelling for my camera Ben'' Jim told Ben. Ben closed his eyes ready for a fresh onslaught on his still sore bottom. He would try his best to model for Jim and hoped that this would be his last spanking for the five day vacation.
Later when Ben had finally stopped his sobbing and was asleep Jim went to his case and took out the small thongs that he had found for Ben. He looked at the sleeping nbboy, now lying on his front. The thongs would be the first things that the boy could wear the next day.
Jim walked over to Ben's bed and admired the red marks on the boy's bottom, he went off to sleep happy and dreaming of the next day.
TBC