Father Abelard had no idea how long Alvin left him alone, naked in the woodshed, still strapped to the sawhorse, slipping in and out of consciousness. The only thing that prevented him from passing out completely was the sharp, stabbing pain in his backside. His butthole felt three times its normal size, like a team of wild horses had been driven through it, repeatedly. Even if he werent plunged into total darkness, he still would not have been able to see, because his eyes were glazed shut with dried tears. He wanted to die. He even asked God to let him die before Alvin returned. He didnt know what the "main event" the boy had promised him referred to, and pleaded feverishly that his Maker might allow him to expire before he was forced to find out. He had no strength to resist it, whatever it was, even if he were untied and able to stand, and could do nothing but whimper and sob like a small, spanked child. Abelards broad, Irish buttocks had been spanked, strapped, paddled, caned and birched more times than he cared to remember, but his rump never felt such intense pain as at that moment.
Finally, the door to the woodshed opened, and light came flooding into his prison. Alvin entered. Abelard could hear him in one of the corners of the shed, removing the covering from an object that he, with his back to the boy, could not see. Whatever it was, Alvin spent several minutes positioning it and adjusting it, before finally addressing the priest, still prone in his humiliating, helpless position on the sawhorse.
"See what Jedidiah bought me last Christmas, Father Abelard? How foolish of me, of course you cant see it. It is a camera. Wasnt it thoughtful of Jedidiah to give me such an expensive gift? I love taking pictures, and afterwards I use this woodshed as a darkroom." Alvin remained standing behind Abelard, addressing his words to the priests rump. "I have had second thoughts about how to proceed with your punishment. The original plan was to whip your scented ass with the same strap that Jedidiah uses on me when I misbehave. (Not that your rear smells so sweet now. It seems to have been through some kind of terrible ordeal.) Since you took such satisfaction in spanking me when I was a helpless orphan, I thought a long, hard strapping would settle the score between us. But Ive changed my mind."
"You wont understand this, cruel bastard that you are, but Jedidiah and I love each other. Weve never made love the way I did with you just now. Jedidiah never _f_u_c_k_s me. He makes love to me by making me take off my trousers and bare my behind, tying me to that sawhorse, removing the razor strap from its hook, and whipping my naked butt till I am about to pass about from the pain. You wont understand what happens between me and Jedidiah out here in this woodshed, because for you spanking boys is a way of hurting and humiliating them. But for us, the hurting is our way of loving.
"Not that Jedidiah understands that. At least I dont believe he does. He is a wonderful man, but not what you would call a deep thinker. He believes that the strappings he gives me are simple punishment. But I know better. I have known for a long time. There are all kinds of ways to make love, Father Abelard, and not all of them involve pleasuring ones dick. Some are more spiritual, so to speak, and the spiritual kinds are the most rewarding. You see, spanking is about more than blistering a boys bottom. It is about breaking him. Its about taking possession of his mind and his soul and his heart. Thats what love is, Father Abelard. Pain and possession. And didnt you once teach me that God is love? Out here in the woodshed is where Jedidiah and me worship God. This shed is a sort of temple."
"Getting a breath of air just now, cooling down after the heat of our recent reunion, and trying to figure out how best to deal with you, I remembered all these truths. I realized that it wouldnt be right to whip your miserable hindquarters with the same strap that Jedidiah and I use to make love. You and I dont love each other. Not that I didnt love you once. I did, desperately, when I was a poor, defenseless orphan, and I thought you were the handsomest, the most intelligent, the kindest man in the whole world. But you beat that love out of me a long time ago, and now all I feel for you is loathing."
Alvin saw Father Abelard freeze as the full significance of his words sank in. "Thats right, Father. We have met before, in the orphanage. Do you even remember my name, or have the slightest notion who I am?" There was an uncomfortable silence, as Abelard wracked his brain to remember the boy in whose power he now found himself. "I didnt think so. We were all just a bunch of bare bottoms, white canvases on which to paint your lusts and your frustrations. Not that the canvases were ever white for long. Red and purple. Black and blue. Those were your favorite colors. But perhaps this will jog your memory." Alvin stepped in front of the sawhorse, removed his suspenders, lowered his denims, and presented his now bare bottom to the face of the flustered priest. Abelard stared at the brilliant white globes in front of him for a moment. They WERE familiar. Where had he seen them before? Then it hit him. "Alvin!!!" Abelard had no memory for faces, and no interest in souls, but he could never forget a beautiful bottom, and Alvin had the most beautiful he had ever seen. The memory of all the times he had held those mouthwatering buttocks over his lap came flooding back to him suddenly, and he burst into tears. For the first time in his wretched life he felt ashamed.
"Thats right. Alvin. It is good to know I am not forgotten, since Ive had nightmares about you ever since I escaped the orphanage. But I dont believe I will have those nightmares again. All I wanted was revenge, to make you suffer, and now that I have done that, I am satisfied. And besides, Father Abelard, you arent good enough to feel that strap across your ass. That strap is sacred to me and Jedidiah. Contact with your wicked rump would defile it, and then how would Jedidiah and I make love?"
"Of course, if I told Jedidiah what you did to me in the orphanage, he would strap you himself, gladly, and I would get to watch. That option occurred to me too. But I am afraid he might kill you, and I dont want to risk that. I wouldnt want that on his conscience. So it looks like you are going to get out of receiving a strapping this afternoon, Father. And in a few minutes, I intend to untie you and set you free." Abelard now sobbed convulsively, and tried to thank the boy for showing him so much mercy, a mercy that under the circumstances he realized he didnt deserve.
"However, I cant let you go without first obtaining some mementos of our reunion. I am going to take a few pictures of you, strapped naked to the sawhorse. I am going to photograph your bloody rump, your handsome, tear stained face, and I am particularly interested in taking some pictures of your strong, manly hands, that once spanked scared little boys like me so hard, but that are now strapped helplessly to the beams of that horse. Then, when the bad memories come back, all I will have to do is take out the pictures, and the memories will fade to nothing. Because that is what you are to me now. Nothing. To me, and I suspect, to everyone else. No one loves you, or ever will. You will never know what Jedidiah have, and will have for the rest of our lives. Ive beaten you, Father Abelard, and I didnt even have to beat you to do it." Alvin smiled proudly at his pun. Abelard could not see Alvins radiant face, but his tears were falling like a heavy rain on the boys bare feet.
Alvin spent the next hour photographing Abelard from every possible angle, while the priest just laid there, miserable and humiliated. Finally, Alvin appeared satisfied and untied his prisoner. Abelard lifted himself, painfully and slowly, from the sawhorse. His butt was still throbbing and he had no strength, He was unsteady on his feet for some time, but eventually felt strong enough to put his clothes back on. Alvin said nothing, but stood there silently, while the brutalized remains of that once splendid body disappeared inside the dark black cassock. After Abelard finished dressing, Alvin returned the photographic equipment to the corner of the shed, and went back to the house. Not knowing what to do now, the priest followed him. Inside the house, Alvin retrieved Abelards two suitcases and handed them to their owner.
"What do you want me to do?"
"You are going to leave now, Father."
"How?"
"You are going to walk back to town."
"Walk back to town? It took hours to drive out here. Across open country."
"You are a resourceful man. I am sure you can do it. You were once strong enough to spank an entire orphanage of boys, ranging in ages from seven to seventeen, all in a single day. (Remember that?) You are up to taking a long walk."
The grim expression on Alvins face made it plain that argument was futile. Abelard took the bags and walked numbly toward the front porch. Alvin followed him and watched as he took a few uncertain steps in the direction of town. Suddenly, he heard Alvin call to him.
"Father Abelard, there is one more thing."
Abelard turned to him, in the hopes that the boy had changed his mind, and would let him stay until Jedidiah returned and could drive him back to town.
"There is one more memento I would like."
"And what is that?"
"Your shoes."
"My shoes?"
"Your shoes."
"You want me to walk barefoot across miles of open country."
"That is correct. I think it would be an appropriate penitential exercise. Think of it as a form of expiation for all the sins you committed against the children who were placed in your care, and whose lives you helped ruin."
"There are snakes out there."
"And scorpions. Dont forget the scorpions."
"And if I refuse?"
"Then I might be tempted to go back in the house, retrieve the sawed off shotgun, and blow your head off with it. All I would have to do is suggest to Jedidiah that you made advances to me of an unnatural nature, and not a word more would ever be said, after we buried you next to the manure heap, that is."
Abelard was scared of Alvin, but the prospect of blistering the soles of his pedicured feet was enough to make him defiant. It was the middle of summer, and the ground was as hot as a pancake griddle. Besides, he knew the boy was bluffing and would never actually shoot him.
"I wont do it."
"Now thats not being cooperative, Father Abelard, after I let you off without a strapping. But it looks like you still havent learned. Im just going to have to take you in hand, young man."
Abelard stepped back in sudden terror as Alvin approached him menacingly. He grabbed the priest by the ear, and dragged him back to the front porch. Abelard had not realized how strong the "boy" was, and in his already weakened state, was helpless to resist. Alvin shoved the priest, making him fall flat on his back on the porch. He lifted the priests bare, hairy legs. Abelards cassock fell to his waist, so that Alvin could see his bouncing dick, and his white rump squirming on the porch. Taking a firm grip of the helpless mans feet, one at a time, Alvin removed his shoes and his socks, and threw them down on the porch. With one hand, he also removed his belt and proceeded to lash the soles of the priests bare feet, as Abelard howled in pain. The toes writhed, but Alvins left arm was around his ankles like a vice, so that there was no possibility of escape. Abelard had large, well-shaped feet, with elegant, tapering toes, of which he was proud, but before long both the soles were covered with dark, painful welts. It would be a while before he could walk again without wincing. The lashing of Abelards bare feet with Alvins thick workmans belt lasted for some time, until the priest could feel no sensation in either of his soles. Alvin loved the musky smell of a mans bare feet so close to his face, and drank it in deeply while wielding the belt.
Eventually, Alvin threw down the belt, and with the priest still flat on his back with his legs in the air, announced to him, "That takes care of your pretty feet. Now it is time to devote some long overdue attention to your naughty rear end. I promised you that I wouldnt take the strap to your ass. You arent man enough for the strap. You are nothing but a bratty little boy hiding in a big mans body. And I intend to punish you the way all little brats deserve to be punished. It is time to take a little trip down memory lane, Father, except that this time, the roles are going to be reversed."
Alvin then sat down on the steps of the porch, dragging the shocked padre across his knees, lifting his cassock to expose his big, broad, fleshy backside. He reached for the socks and stuffed them in his victims mouth. Then, calmly rolling up his sleeves, he lifted his stiffened right hand high in the air, and proceeded to spank the priests bare bottom soundly, right there in front of God and the open country. He spanked Abelard for a long time, singeing all the tufts of hair off both his pampered buttocks, while the priest squirmed and begged him to stop. You could almost see real sparks flying off the priests roasted rump, while Alvins hand descended so fast and so frequently it became a blur. Even with his socks in his mouth, Abelard was able to give his pain and embarrassment full voice.
"Please, Alvin! OWWWWWWW, Alvin! ALVIN!!! You WIN!!! You can HAVE the shoes!! I promise! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! Ill walk barefoot back to town!! Ill walk barefoot over a mile of hot burning coals! Ill do whatever you ask!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! Please stop spanking me!!! For Gods sake!!!! Ill be good from now on!!! Ill be good forever!!! Im sorry I ever spanked you!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! Im sorry I ever met you!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! Ill never hurt another boy as long as I live!!!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!!! YEOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!"
Cool and collected, undeterred by the wriggling of the reddening rump over his lap, Alvin responded to Abelards pleas: "No, Father, I gave you the chance to do it the easy way, and you forced me to take sterner measures." SMACK!!! SMACK!!! OWWWWWW!!!!!! "And besides, I already have your shoes." SMACK!!! SMACK!!! YEOWWWWWWWW!!! Abelards bare feet flogged the air helplessly in confirmation, while Alvin continued flogging his blazing behind. WAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
"You never spanked me for less than fifteen minutes, and under the circumstances I think a good half hour of warming your insubordinate rear is just what the pope ordered. Besides, you often spanked me as penance after confession. We went to confession every week, before Mass, and my bottom was barely healed before it was time to go over your lap in that black box again. There was always a long line of boys standing outside that black box, waiting to go over your knee for their sins. You never gave us ten Hail Marys, or three Our Fathers, like the other priests. You always just took down our pants, put us over your lap, and blistered our bare bottoms till we were glad to be able to kneel during Mass."
"But now its my turn to give the absolution. And youve got a whole lifetime of sins to do penance for. So make no mistake, Father. You are going to be over my lap for a LONG time, longer than you ever held me down over yours. Before I am finished, you are going to have the most sanctified fanny in Christendom. People are going to come for miles around to light a candle in front of your rear end. Not that it will need to feel any more fire in it. Youll be able to light all the lamps in St. Peters, just with the electricity stored in your behind. And I dont believe I gave you permission to address me by my Christian name. I expect more respect from you. Address me as Sir from now on. You just earned yourself at least another half hour of good old-fashioned bare bottomed spanking. Is that understood, boy? At the rate you are going, Jesus will return before I have finished blistering your insolent butt."
"Yes sir! Yes SIR! Ill remember SIR! It hurts so bad SIR!!! OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!!!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! MEA CULPA!! MEA CULPA!! MEA ..... YEOWWWWWWWWEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Alvin was having a marvelous time. He couldnt remember ever enjoying himself so much. This was the first time he had ever administered a bare bottom spanking, and he was beginning to understand why the priests and seminarians enjoyed it so much. The sensation of power, restraining an unwilling rump over his lap, watching it twist back and forth as it changed colors, turning from snowy white to dark and dazzling red, hearing the transformation of Abelards vocal reactions from clipped yelps and raucous howls to sullen sobs and deep mournful wailing. He couldnt get enough of watching Abelards enormous bottom bounce and jiggle under the impact of his firm hand. And the sounds of a prolonged spanking were so intoxicating: the sharp clap that his hand made on making painful contact with a grown mans bare ass, and the responsive wails coming afterward from the other end. Heaven! Better than heaven! This WAS Alvins heaven! He wanted to keep Abelard over his lap FOREVER!! And the feel of his calloused, work hardened hand as it exploded across the pliant flesh of a silken posterior was EXQUISITE! And the sensation of Abelards tears baptizing his bare feet, running down between his toes, almost drove him wild with pleasure, and made him want to keep spanking the swollen buttocks HARDER and HARDER! And of course that is exactly what he proceeded to do!! His hand was almost numb but he didnt care! This was WONDERFUL! Much more fun than _f_u_c_k_ing the foolish priest over that sawhorse! He felt brilliantly, magnificently alive!
And even though it was difficult for him to admit under the circumstances, neither had Abelard. Other men had spanked him, but never like this, so intimately, so completely, so passionately, so .... lovingly. This was nothing like the hidings he received from his drunken father, or from the Father Superior in the orphanage. Those men spanked him out of hatred. Alvins palms were reaching down into the deepest, most hidden recesses of his shriveled soul, making it come alive again. He suddenly understood what Alvin had tried to tell him back in the woodshed. This was what LOVE felt like!!! For the first time in his entire life, he really felt loved! And Alvin was right about something else too. Love HURT!! But at the same time, the hurt felt so _d_a_m_n_ed GOOD!! He realized now that this was where he belonged, naked and sobbing (and loved) over a stronger mans lap. He was never really a top, even though he did enjoy spanking a helpless boy or young man. Abelard was one of natures bottoms, and on that brilliant summers afternoon, Alvin was reasserting the natural order, with a vengeance. In the orphanage, Alvin was no more to Abelard than just another bottom to spank. Now he felt, for the first time in his life, as if he were really falling in love. He wondered if Jedidiah would consider adopting another son.
And even Alvin was beginning to feel real affection for the man over his knee. It was hard to hate any man who had given him so much pleasure. He was almost grateful to Abelard for being such an asshole! And just as that thought occurred to him, he saw the priests velvet rosebud smiling up at him from his lap. Grinning from ear to ear, he aimed a long series of blistering blows to the tender flesh. Abelard renewed his howls, causing Alvins already stiff _c_o_c_k_ to stretch the fabric of his trousers even further. Abelard tried desperately to clench his buttocks, but Alvin held them open, stretching the flesh of the priests buttocks painfully, rendering them helpless to avoid the fire from his fast moving palms. The priest tried to put his hands back, to protect his asshole, and as punishment, Alvin forced him to pull his aching buttocks apart himself, so that his tormentor could continue smacking his now crimson butthole. Abelard was now completely broken, and complied willingly with Alvins request that he expose his hot hole. It was so funny to hear a big man like Abelard cry, while his manicured hands presented his most secret place for a blistering spanking. Alvin hated the idea of having to let Abelard up off his lap, but could see that sunset was imminent, and it was time to send the battered bottomed cleric on his way. The sun was setting, but the glow in Abelards rump was bright enough to be seen for miles around. Alvin realized that he was about to cum, the first time in his whole life he ever climaxed without masturbating, and he couldnt stop spanking Abelard before the stream of white liquid had erupted inside the rough denim of his work pants, leaving an enormous stain across the crotch. A few moments later, he felt a stream of warm liquid gushing onto his lap, and he realized that Abelard had cum too.
Finally, the two men were spent. Alvin regretfully allowed the sobbing priest up from his lap. He remained seated on the porch for several more minutes, observing Abelard, with a contented grin on his face, letting the punished man collect himself, watching him choke on his tears and feverishly try to rub the fire out of his deep burning bottom. His feet were still tender from the lashes of Alvins belt, so that he hopped from bare foot to bare foot while clutching his scarlet posterior. He was leaping so high, Alvin could see his enormous, Irish dick flopping around inside his cassock. Alvin was drinking in the sight of his one time torturers final and absolute humiliation. Yes indeed, he pondered. Abelard wasnt such a bad sort .... once you got to know him.
But all good things must come to an end. "Now, Father, I believe the appropriate command is Git." I really hate to see you go, now that we were just beginning to get to know each other, but Jedidiah will be back soon, and I want you gone before he returns. Please remove your burning butt from my land and my life forever."
Abelard complied, like a zombie. He really would have preferred to stay. He considered begging Alvin to let him stay, but realized it was impossible. What Alvin and Jedidiah had could not be shared. Picking up his two suitcases, his cassock covered with dirt and grime, he walked slowly away. He emitted a sharp cry of pain each time his scorched feet touched the hot earth. When Alvin was certain that he was out of earshot, he whispered to the priest and to himself. "I still love you, Father Abelard. I will always love you." Eventually, the priest disappeared from view. Alvin never saw him again. He turned around, cradling the priests shoes in his hands, and walked back into the house.
(Halfway back to town, Father Abelard encountered a band of Apaches, who kidnapped him, raped him, and turned him into their squaw. The Cavalry found him and rescued him several years later. The Apaches had subjected Abelard to terrible, humiliating tortures. His buttocks were branded with two enormous letter As that remained for the rest of his life. He eventually returned to his career as a priest. But he was now a changed man. He was universally revered for his kindness and his goodness, and eventually appointed Cardinal Archbishop of New York. It was widely rumored that on his deathbed he saw visions of the child Jesus, because he was heard addressing a beautiful, barefoot young man, whom he seemed to see standing in front of him. He begged the youths forgiveness for sins of an unspecified nature. Some doubts were expressed about the exact nature of the visions however, because it was difficult to imagine the saintly cardinal begging Our Blessed Savior to "please spank his bare bottom just one more time." And later when the Holy See investigated the cause of his canonization, it soon became apparent that the Devils Advocate had his work cut out for him. After interviewing several now elderly former orphans, the cause was quietly and abruptly dropped.)
Not long afterwards, Jedidiah returned. The back of the cart was loaded down with feed and he was in a foul mood. He entered the house, where Alvin was seated in the kitchen, lost in his thoughts. Jedidiah realized immediately that something was different. Alvin did not come running out to greet him, like he normally did. And there was something else, too.
"Wheres the sissy?"
""If you mean Father Abelard, he received an urgent summons and had to return to town."
"Summons? From whom? The archangel Gabriel? The Roman Antichrist? How could he get a summons out here in the middle of nowhere?" But the boy said nothing. He remained seated, smiling at Jedidiah enigmatically. "That boy can be a real mystery sometimes," Jedidiah thought. But he was glad the priest was gone, and didnt honestly care how or why he left. Then he looked down and noticed that Alvin wasnt barefoot. He was wearing a new pair of shoes, and from the looks of them, an expensive pair, too.
"Where did you get those?" he asked, pointing at Alvins feet.
"They were a gift from Father Abelard."
Jedidiah was now thoroughly bewildered, and becoming angry.
"You know you are not supposed to wear shoes in the house."
"No, Jedidiah."
"You know what happens when I catch you wearing shoes in the house."
"Yes, Jedidiah. You give me a strapping, Jedidiah."
"And what is that stain I see on your pants? Have you been committing the sin of self-abuse again?"
"No, Jedidiah. I havent touched myself at all today."
"How dare you lie to me! Git your bottom out to the woodshed! NOW!!"
Jedidiah noticed that Alvin rose with some alacrity, even with enthusiasm, as if he had worn the shoes deliberately and were looking forward to the strapping. The two of them walked out to the woodshed for the hundredth time. For the hundredth time Alvin undressed and Jedidiah tied him down to the beloved sawhorse. The older man then took the strap down from its nail, lifted its heavy weight over his head and brought it down thunderously across the boys naked, waiting rump. Alvin howled, like he always did, and steeled himself for the next blow, which didnt come immediately. Instead, Jedidiah just stood there for a few seconds, as if lost in thought. He took a few steps forward, bent over, and whispered in the boys ear," I love you, son. You know that I am only doing this because I love you so much." Tears forming in his beautiful eyes, Alvin looked up and kissed his friend and father hard on the mouth. He had never done that before. Jedidiah blushed, but did not protest. Alvin whispered through his tears, "I love you too daddy. I adore you." He had never called Jedidiah "daddy" before.
The big bear of a man never felt so full of love in his whole life, and needed to show his boy how much he treasured him. He stepped back, resuming his place over the prostrate, twenty-five year old lad, and lifted the strap with a violent, dramatic gesture. It came crashing down on the helpless posterior of the loved one, communicating Jedidiahs devotion to every inch of his smoldering rear end. Jedidiahs love was a fire; the boys backside was like the burning bush. The flame would never go out, but continue to blaze for the rest of their lives. Alvins screams echoed on the lonesome prairie. For the next half hour, the only sounds to be heard for miles around were those of an enormous razor strap branding a bare and blistering bottom, and the wails of the bottoms desperate, penitent owner.
And the two of them lived happily ever after.
THE END