This story takes place after my last one, In the Beginning. It's a couple of years later and my family has moved from the town that Mike lived in so I no longer saw him. I never got to see him get his butt blistered again but did see the results of various spankings he had received. The sight of his red bottom still made my _c_o_c_k_ do funny thing and I still hadn't discovered why. I still wanted a spanking of my very own but as yet hadn't gotten one.
The new town was OK and the house great, it was a big old farm house set in a big lot with fields, a large woods and best of all a large brook running through it. There was a reallly neat swimming hole that was used by all the neighborhood kids and with a bit of looking I found another one deep in the woods and far away from anyplace that was great for my favorite type of swimming, skinny dipping. I had made friends with a kid from the neighboring farm, Paul was his name and he was a couple of years younger than me, blond haired with blue eyes and a very fair skin tone, the kind that can get sunburned easily. Very slim of build he had the typical blonds lack of body hair even around his crotch but I figured it would grow. He wasn't hesitate at all about going skinny dipping with me in my private spot and not shy about walking around in the nude at all.
One day when we met at the swimming hole for a dip, when Paul got undressed to go into the water I saw that he still looked like he had red underpants on and of course my _c_o_c_k_ sprang to full attention. I dove into the brook quickly to hide my erect state from him although I can't say why, we had seen each other in all states of erectness and sometimes the water was cold enough to make us look more like girls than boys. I still hadn't discovered why my _c_o_c_k_ would grow hard like it did but I did know it felt good and it didn't necessarily mean that I had to pee. I asked Paul why he had gotten spanked and he told me his father had caught him smoking again. I think that cigarettes lead to more hot bottoms on young boys than anything else. Dad had one solution to behavior problems, the miscreats pants and shorts came down and a prolonged discussion was held with his backside. Paul told me that he got caught a lot and spanked a lot but this was the first time I had witnessed the results.
Shortly after this time I discovered the secondary but very important use for my penis and practiced my new hobby as often as I could. I tried to share this new discovery with Paul but try as we might he just couldn't have an orgasm, he had a lovely erection but no production. He did get a big kick out of watching me masturbate and would try as well but no luck.
I was up to the farm one day to visit Paul and saw his father coming out of the barn. When I asked where he was, Dad told me he was in the barn. Going into the barn the first thing I saw was Paul naked in the middle of the barn's floor and his ass was red as a tomato! I had just missed a good spanking by a couple of minutes. He turned around and I saw his face was all wet and his nose was running and he asked me to run cold water from the hose over his burning butt and I told him I would as soon as I took a leak and stepped behind the barn and no sooner got my _c_o_c_k_ out of my pants than I leaked all right, but it wasn't pee. I got my _c_o_c_k_ back into my pants and went back inside and the sight of Paul's ass got me hard again right away and as I hosed cold water over his fiery ass he bent way over so I could get his crack and I saw my very first asshole on another person. Between his fiery red cheeks and his cute little rosebud I had an accident in my pants, I shot my load without even touching anything. The funny thing is I was still wishing it was my ass that was all red and hot and I was exposing my anus for someone else to see.
I had started 7th grade the year before and gym class was real torture for me--all these wonderful crotches and asses naked for my viewing but I couldn't touch any of them. I would get erect all the time in the shower but so did a bunch of the other guys so nothing was ever said. I had discovered that a guy's asshole is all but invisible, you just can't ever see it unless the owner purposely exposes it and that just didn't happed in the shower or locker room much to my dismay.
Paul was more than willing to allow me a closer look the next time we went swimming and examined me as well. I had always enjoyed sticking things up there and with Paul's help we found out that his penis would fit up there just fine. We would play that game all the time but not the other way around, I was just too big and he couldn't relax enough for me to get inside of him.
About two weeks later I was in the barn waiting for Paul when I heard loud voices coming across the yard and it was Paul being led by the arm by his dad who was lecturing him all the way. I sneaked into a vacant calf pen and squatted down and peeked between the boards and soon got a show. Paul's dad got an old crate and set it in the middle of the barn's floor and as Paul stripped all his clothes off slipped his belt from its loops. Taking Paul across his knee, his white and rounded little butt pointing at the ceiling, he began to whip his naked ass with the belt. Dad wasn't playing around and each crack of the belt across Paul's rapidly reddening hide echoed around the barn as did Paul's screams and wails of pain. For fifteen minutes that is all you heard, the slash of the belt across Paul's ass and his loud wailing and begging for the whipping to stop. For the second time in my life I shot off in my pants and got erect instantly again and it lasted during the aftermath of the spanking where I once again hosed his raw butt down. This time the whipping was incredible, raised welts and blisters all over his rump and even a bit of blood where the belt hit extra hard.
Shortly after that I heard Paul's dad talking to mine and mentioning that if I kept on hanging around with Paul he might just see if my bottom would turn red as well as Paul's did. My father, who had never spanked me at all, gave tacit permission for the experiment to be carried out if necessary and for the rest of the summer I tried my _d_a_m_n_est to get Paul's father riled enough at me to take down my pants and give me the tanning I needed and desired. Paul's father was a big man, about 6'4" tall and built heavy and had enormous hands and believed that a butt was put on a boy for one purpose and when attention had to be paid to it it must be in its natural state and I figured he could really whack me hard. It all came to nothing, when trouble came I got sent home and Paul got the whipping.
I was still looking for my spanking but hadn't yet gotten one, oh well.