Playing With Jim's Drawers


by Okayda <Okayda@aol.com>

It had been about six months since Jimmy had given me the whipping on my bare butt for lying to him about going to class. I hadn't played hooky in that time and had gone to every class. I had pretty much done everything Jim had told me to do and was walking the line, so to speak.

One of my pals, Ron, who had himself whipped me once with his belt when I acted real childish, asked me to go to a country music concert but the tickets were sort of expensive. I thought about asking Jim to loan me the money. I was afraid he would say no but finally I got up the nerve one night at supper to ask him. He told me I didn't need to go the concert and that it was too expensive. When I tried to argue with him he gave me a dark look and told me to drop it.

. The next day when Jim had left for work, I went into his bedroom and looked in his dresser. All I could find were his socks and boxer shorts. At first I didn't find anything, but I rummaged around in his dresser drawers and found some money. I also found his jeans in the closet and found some more money in them. When I picked them up, they tinkled a pit because Jim had left his belt on these pants. It did remind me of the licking he had given me but only for a second. Finally, I was able to come up with the money I needed for the ticket. I didn't really think I was stealing it. I thought I'd get the money from somewhere else and pay him back. I tried not to think about what would happen if Jim caught me "borrowing" the money. Later that day, I gave Ron the money and he got the tickets. The concert was great and Ron and I had a good time.

A few days later, Ron, Jim and I all were at the bar we hung around at the same time and Ron started talking about the concert we had gone to. Jimmy gave me real dark look but didn't say anything. I was worried about what was going to happen when we got home. Later when he got to the house, Jim sat in his chair, lit up one of his marlboros, and asked me where I got the money to go to the concert. I told him Ron lent it to me. When he asked why I hadn't told him, I said it was because I didn't want him to get mad because I had borrowed the money to go to the concert. Although he tooked a little ticked, he didn't say anything else and went to bed shortly after this.

The next night after supper, Jim came into my room where I was working at my desk and sat on my bed. He was already in his boxer shorts and looked like he was ready for bed. "You and I have to have a talk, son." This made me pretty nervous because anytime Jim called me "son" it was usually followed by a whipping.

'What about?"

"I just talked to Ron on the phone and he says he didn't lend you the money for the concert. We're going to have to get to the bottom of this and when we do, you might end up with a sore bottom." I looked up at him and was relieved to see he didn't look too angry.

"Why can't we just drop it? I don't want to start a fight between you and Ron, since you're such good friends."

He asked how this was going to start a fight with Ron so I told him it was Ron's idea that I borrow the money from Jim and pay it back a little later. Jim started getting really angry and it seemed like he was swallowing the story. I didn't think to myself that I had just admitted taking the money so I would probably get licked anyway and it wasn't doing me any good to bring Ron into the mess. Jim stood up and left the room, telling me to stay there until he came back. A few minutes later, he opened the door and told me to come out into the living room.

"Ron's on his way over here so let's go out and wait for him."

Jim and I went into the living room. He sat on one end of the couch and I sat on the other. He sat there smoking his cigarette and not saying a word. I was really scared and didn't know what to do now. A few minutes later, Ron knocked on the door and I got up to let him in. Jim asked Ron if he had told me to take the money from his dresser and Ron looked stunned. "That's bull_s_h_i_t_. He told me you lent him the money."

Jim looked at me. "Is Ron telling the truth?"

I couldn't lie any more. I nodded my head and looked down at my feet. "Where'd you get the money, son". Jim asked. I told him I took it out of his room.

It was silent for a minute then Jim asked, 'What should I do?"

Ron was quick to offer a suggestion. "Whip his ass good!"

Jimmy stood up and said, "I don't think I have any choice, son, you know the routine, get over here behind the couch and drop your pants."

I asked Jim not to do it in front of Ron.

"Ron's not only going to watch you get whipped, he's going to take part, so shut up and get over here. I'm going to go in the bedroom and get my belt."

Ron quickly unbuckled his belt, the same one he had licked me with, and pulled it off. "Here, Jimmy, use mine.!"

Jim took the belt from Ron and looked at it. It was a heavy brown leather belt. "This should do the job. All right, son, pants down and over the couch."

I moved over to the back of the couch and dropped my pants, glad that Jimmy was leaving my undershorts up in front of Ron. I bent over the back of the couch so my face was pushed into the seat cushion but I could still see Ron standing there in front of the couch. Jim walked over behind the couch and stood at my left side. I could hear the tinkling of Ron's belt buckle and all of a sudden Jim started whaling on me with the belt. WHACK! WHACK! He was giving me his normal hard strokes, one after another. I was embarrassed at first to get whipped in front of Ron but after a number of licks I was only thinking about my ass was on fire, not how it looked. Jim didn't say a word but kept it up for about 25 licks and I was jumping around pretty good and begging him to please stop. Jim threw the doubled up belt on the couch by me so I started to stand up.

"Don't get up, stay there.!" I laid back down and waited. Jim went into the kitchen and got a few beers and he and Ron sat there, drinking their beers and smoking a couple of cigarettes while I laid there, butt up in my jockey shorts.

After they finished their first beer, Jim said, "Okay, Ron, your turn. He brought you into this and lied about you, lay into him."

Ron chuckled a bit and picked up his belt and came around behind the couch. Since he was left handed, he stood to my right side.

"I thought I had taught you not to play games with me when I whipped your ass good. I guess you just didn't learn your lesson."

Ron reached down and started to pull down my jockey shorts. Just as he did it, Jim said, "Hey, don't do that, I'm the only one who whips him on his bare ass, so pull them back up." Ron didn't argue but pulled my shorts back up. A second later, his first swat came. WHACK If anything, Ron was whipping me harder than Jimmy had. His swats were coming fast and furious and he was landing them all over my butt, from top to bottom. I was crying out pretty good and jumping all over but knew better than to simply get up. Finally, after a good thirty swats, Jim told him that was enough for now so Ron dropped the belt back on the couch and took his seat. I was told not to get up so I continued laying there. Jim went back into the kitchen and came out with two more beers, which he and Ron drank while they had another cigarette. When they finished, Jim got up and said he would be back in a minute, going into his bedroom. Just a minute later, he came back, carrying the belt he normally used for whipping me.

"Okay, let's finish this off, Ron."

Jim stood on my left side and Ron on the right, each with his own leather belt in hand. Before Jim did anything, Jim laid his hand on my sore butt and asked me if I understood why I was getting whipped so bad. I told him I did and I was sorry. Then Jim rared back and he took the first crack, then Ron, and they got into a fast rhythm, whipping me harder than I had ever been whipped. There was virtually no pause between the swats, Jim's belt would come crashing down on my right cheek, and a split second later, Ron's belt would land on my left cheek. I was really crying loud when they finally finished, after having given me another 15 swats each. Then Jim announced it was over and told me to stand up.

I stood up and rubbed my butt good, trying to get some circulation back into. It was really hot! Jimmy had come around to the front of the couch and dropped his belt on the coffee table. Ron was threading his belt back on his jeans, and chuckling just a bit. "You learn something, boy?" Ron asked.

I nodded and told Ron I was sorry that I had lied about him and hoped he would accept my apology. I told Jim I was sorry, too, and he responded by telling me to go to my room and go to bed.

I had to sleep on my stomach for four or five days. I never took a dime from Jim again and never lied about Ron either.


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