The Camping Trip


by CTheat2,CTHeat3@aol.com

The following story is fiction. Darn. It contains events which depict man-to-man spanking. If this is not of interest to you, please read no further. If you enjoy this type of thing, read on!

I had just met Wayne, my new neighbor, about one month ago. He was a healthy looking kind of guy, working out regularly at the local gym and playing sports regularly with his three sons in the back yard. His wife was a lovely person as well, and very open and accepting of people of all walks of life.

How could I best describe Wayne's appearance? I guess I could compare him to the figure skater Elvis Stoiko (sp?). He was a bit taller, however, had a darker tan, and had a perfectly clear skin complexion and a smooth chest. He had beautiful muscles, which rippled as he played his sports, but he didn't look over-built like the Mr. Universe candidates. He was the nicest sort of person, kind of like the actor Dean Cain (Superman). He was agressive, but channeled it in the right direction.

One if Wayne's primary interests was camping. For being the family- type guy he was, I was surprised that he never took his family on his trips. He always went with one or more friends. He told me that these trips were his "escape", and that it was a time of male bonding and relaxation.

"Why don't you join me on my next trip?" Wayne asked one day. "I'll show you just how cathartic these trips can be."

Leading a sedentary life, I was eager to do something different. "I,d be glad to," I responded.

The day came when Wayne and I were to go. It was a warm summary day, with no rain predicted that night. Wayne and I enjoyed each other's company and conversation the entire way up the mountain we had agreed on to go to.

The first couple of hours went like any camping trip would go. We set up tents, ate lunch, and threw a football around for a while. Then Wayne suggested we go on a hike. I quickly agreed.

It was obvious during the first couple of minutes that Wayne knew this area well. I don't know how he had found the spot, but there was not a soul in sight for miles. It was a heavily wooded area which let in just the right amout of sun but kept you from becoming overheated.

After about five miles, we came to Wayne's intended destination: a gorgeous waterfall with the most inviting calm-water area off to the side below the fall. "Too bad we didn't bring bathing suits," I said off the top of my head for something to say. "CT, we won't need them! No one will disturb us. We can go in butt naked!" Wayne responded.

I needed no further invitation, and we raced each other into the pond area. We swam for about an hour, and then lay out on the river bank to dry off. It was the perfect environment for becoming honest with a good friend.

"Wayne," I began, "I just can't seem to get my act together. I find myself drinking too much, and then yelling at the kids and the wife. The more I do this, the more Katie and I seem to grow apart. Last week was my final downfall. We got this new young secretary at work, and I had a one-night stand with her. I realize now that I really love Katie, but I never realized how guilt-ridden this would make me feel."

Wayne seemed symphatetic. "I know just how you feel. I cheated on Bev once too. I absolutely did not know what to do with those feelings of shame. But I'll tell you how I eventually handled it.

"One day, I started talking to this fellow at the gym back in California. We had become good friends, and I felt I could confide in him. He suggested I let him spank me."

"Spank you!?" I gasped, "As in ouch and tears and belts and stuff?"

"I was so desperate," said Wayne in a serious tone, "I decided to let him. It was the most painful experience I've ever had in my life, but it was the greatest breath of fresh air I've ever had as well. Bev and I began to have a fresh relationship, now that I wasn't laden down with guilt."

I sat there with my jaw in my lap and looked at him like I'd seen a ghost. "Are you suggesting I do the same thing?"

"Yes," he replied, without even blinking. "I guess I should explain, though. It's not like the spanking you would give your kids. Those kind have to be careful that you only cause enough sting to be a valid punishment, and not any injury. The one I would give to you wouldn't cause any permanent injury, but you would find it extremely uncomfortable to sit for at least the next week. You'd have welts and bruises from it.

"Realize too," Wayne continued,"that this isn't _s_e_x_ual or anything. It's more of a male bonding thing, and quite certainly a punishment thing. Although I've never had as severe a whipping as that one time, some of the guys I camp with are into this thing, and we discipline each other routinely. I've only needed a few myself, but I've given out quite a few because I'm one of the stronger people in the club. By the way, I didn't bring you out here to spank you. Remember, you are the one with the guilt."

"Maybe you're right. What exactly would happen?" I asked.

Wayne began, "You're perfectly dressed for the occasion!" noting that we were both naked. "I would lie you across that smooth rock over there, and take the belt out of my jeans. I would hit you with it unmercifully for 100 strokes. Then we'd dry your face off and talk through some plans for change."

"100 strokes?" I asked.

"Believe me, you'll need that many to release the guilt you're feeling. Remember, you cheated on your wife! Do you think a couple of basket- ball pats are going to erase a major blunder like that?" Wayne was dead serious.

I thought for a minute. "Let's do it. Somehow I think you might be right. I certainly deserve something."

"Go drape yourself over the rock," Wayne commanded, a bit more like a military captain than a friend. "I'll run down and get my belt. Be ready for the most intense pain you've had in a long while."

I got myself ready, and lay there over the rock for what seemed an eternity, my white rump glistening from the sun streaming down on it. If he didn't hurry up, I was going to have to add sunburn to the pain in my ass! A mild breeze which had sprung up tickled the hairs of my buns while I waited, getting more and more nervous. Finally Wayne came back, taking his merry time about it. He spoke not a word.

He doubled up the belt, got into position, and took a deep breath. Whizz......whap!!! The belt landed squarely accross both of my cheeks. "100 of these and I'll be a goner," I thought to myself. Suddenly a second sensation rushed through my bottom. Wayne hadn't hit me a second time!? I realized that it was the heat setting in from the first blow. I winced involuntarily from the pain.

Whizz...Whap!!! I could picture Wayne's muscles rippling as he swung that rugged leather belt scathing across my buns. I was ready to quit and go home. I couldn't act like a sissy, though, so I stayed put.

Whizz.....Whap!!! Whizz....Whap!!! Whizz......Whap!!!

Wayne began to work up a faster rhythm as he worked my poor butt over and over again. The pain and heat had become so intense by now that I could no longer hold back the tears. In fact, the rock was becoming quite soaked, between Wayne's sweat, my sweat, my tears, and my spit.

Whizz.....Whap!!! Whizz.....Whap!!! Whizz.....Whap!!! Would it ever end?!!!

I finally began to cry openly. It was a deep, honest, let all your feelings go kind of a cry. "That's it, CT, let it go. Cleanse your soul with those tears." Wayne sounded more like a compassionate father now, but he didn't let up or lose a beat. If anything, he seemed to increase the speed of the belt in the air, and hence the crack against my bare tender skin, with each stroke. Whizzzzzzz...........Whappppp!!!

I think he tripled the force of the last stroke. Reflexively, I found myself letting out a pathetic, weak scream.

"That's number 100!" Wayne called out. "Like I promised, we're done."

My crying had turned to open, desperate sobs by this point, but I was glad it was over. The guilt was gone, I suddenly realized. I'm sure it had gone before he had gotten to #50, but I was to busy worrying about the survival of my ass to notice. I continued to sob, but they were becoming happy tears.

"How do you feel?" Wayne inquired, compassionately.

"Strangely.....a....lot....better.....," I gasped between sobs. "Thank ..... you......"

I finally stood up, and Wayne put his arm around my shoulder. I'd never hugged a naked man before, but it felt good. Not _s_e_x_ual or anything, just good. Wayne had shown true love for a friend. This