My Friend Ben ;; I heard the car when it was still some distance behind me. The crunch of the tires on the hard-packed gravel road along which I was riding my bike. Then the sound of the engine. The souns were out of place on this road. Very few cars used it since it led only to a few of the vacation cottages at Lake Tualatin. I rode my bike along it frequently since it was quiet, not too steep and had a meadow at the end where I often saw and fed deer. In fact, as I heard the car getting closer and louder, I wondered if the noise would spook the deer away on this particular afternoon.
It was the summer of my fifteenth birthday. My birthday, in fact, had been celebrated by my parents and myself just the week before. I received a telescope and my dad and I had spent several evening hours setting it up on the back porch of the vacation cottage where we -- my Mom, Dad and myself -- were spending two weeks. We did this every summer for as long as I could remember. Only this year we had rented a larger cottage and were enjoying a two week instead of a one week stay at Lake Tualatin.
As I heard the car getting closer, the driver gave the horn a short warning beep. I stopped and dismounted and pulled my bike off the road proper to give the noisy car plenty of room. As the car passed I could see that it contained a man and woman and two kids. One kid was leaning way out of the back seat window, waving his arms. I knew right away that this guy was what's known as an 'obnoxious kid'. He was perhaps 10-11 years old and now stuck his tongue out at me. I couldn't see the other kid too well but enough to see that he was maybe about my age. There was all kinds of luggage strapped to a luggage rack on top and there were two bikes hanging from a trunk rack.
"In the car RJ, get--in--the--car" the man was yelling over his shoulder. "You're both going to get it." He then looked at me briefly and nodded. As the car drove on I again heard: 'You're both going to get it.' shouted as I got back on my bike. No deer this afternoon, I thought so I took the left fork in the road that led to our cabin. As I arrived 'home' I saw the car again. It was in the drive to the cabin next to ours, only 50 yards away. Noisy neighbors, I thought. _s_h_i_t_! The entire family was busy unpacking and didn't see me as I left my bike on the lawn and entered our cabin. Since my Dad's car wasn't in our drive, I wasn't surprised to find a note on the kitchen counter. 'Gone to the village. Back by 4p' it read. I walked onto the porch where my new telescope waited for nightfall.
Through the trees I saw the new neighbors continuing to unpack their car. Voices carry well at Lake Tualatin and I couldn't help but hear them. For lack of anything better to do at the moment, I picked up my Mom's bird-watching binoculars and watched. The little kid -- RJ -- was helping his older brother take their bikes off the rack. Mom and Dad were lugging boxes of groceries into their cabin's back screen door. The luggage rack had already been emptied. My guess that the older kid was about my age was correct. I could see him well through the binoculars now. In fact, in looks he reminded me of my best friend Dirk. The brothers had their bikes off the rack. RJ started to get on his when Dad came out.
"No you don't, son. The two of you are getting a good lickin' before any bikes get ridden." The Dad looked around the yard and over toward my place. "RJ, you're first. Over there, son. March!" Dad pointed toward a large log that lay on the ground that more or less seperated our two properties. "Ben, you go inside and help your Mom unpack. RJ will come and get you when it's your turn." Ben quickly went inside. RJ slowly walked towards the log, his Dad close behind. "Right there, son," the Dad said as RJ reached the log.
"There's bugs and stuff here, Dad," RJ complained.
"No bug's going to sting half as much as this, RJ," the Dad said as he undid and pulled his belt from his trousers. The Dad sat on the log which was conveniently about the height of a chair above the ground supported by some of its larger broken branches.
I must interupt here to say that I was never spanked or paddled by my parents. They didn't believe in it. I had never seen anyone spanked or paddled or seriously physically punished in any way. So the prospect of seeing someone 'spanked' with a belt -- or whatever you call it -- fascinated me. I found myself wanting to secretly watch very much.
The Dad was now seated on the log facing in my direction. He pointed to the ground in front of him. "Over here, son." RJ took the few steps needed to place him in front of his father, his back to me. The two of them were maybe 60 feet away. I needed no binoculars. RJ blocked my view of his Dad. The Dad said something I couldn't quite make out but RJ put his hands on top of his head.
As I said, sound travels well at Lake Tualatin but I had to strain to hear both RJ and his Dad now and even at this relativelt close distance.
"Do you know what you've done to derserve this lickin' RJ?"
"Yes, sir."
"What?"
"I misbehaved in the car."
"Did I warn you?"
"Yes, sir."
"How many warnings did you get from me and your mother?"
"I don't know."
"More than two or three?"
"Yes, sir. I guess so."
"Is that anyway to start a vacation?"
"No, sir."
"And did I not say that if you and your brother didn't behave, you'd both get a lickin'?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well that exactly wha't going to happen right now, son."
As RJ stood in front of his Dad with his hands on his head, Dad reached forward and undid RJ's jeans and slid them to the ground. Dad lightly patted his knee. "You know the position, son." RJ first lowered his hands from his head then slowly lowered himself across his Dad's right leg, his hands resting on the log for support. Dad took his left leg and hooked it over RJ's ankles. He then placed the belt on the log beside him and rubbed his hand across RJ's underpants several times then raised his left arm high and brought it down hard on RJ's butt. Then again, then again. RJ attempted to kick and squirm about but his Dad held him securely as he continued to delever hard smacks to RJ's butt. At about the tenth smack RJ began to yell. "Awlllll!" Dad didn't slacken his pace but continued with a dozen or so more hard smacks. RJ struggled to free his legs and wiggled his butt about, yelling all the while.
I must interupt again, dear reader, to say that the scene unfolding in front of me held my interest completely. I watched with rapt attention. I was surprised to find myself "enjoying" the pain of another so much. I even looked quickly at my watch to reassure myself that my Mom and Dad weren't due home any minute to interrupt my enjoyment.
"Stand up, RJ," the Dad said. RJ slowly stood turning to face his Dad and -- without being told, placed his hands back atop his head. Dad reached forward and pulled RJ's underpants down to his ankles. RJ's butt was a bright red and I could almost feel the pain he must be feeling. "Turn around, son." RJ, hobbled by his jeans and underpants, awkwardly shuffled his legs to turn. He was now facing in my direction. RJ was far too young to have pubic hair or much more than a tiny penis atop a small set of immature balls. His genitals were, in fact, almost comic looking yet my attention was drawn to them in some strange way. The Dad reached next to him and picked up the belt from the log.
"Know what I have in my hand, RJ," the Dad asked as he lightly tapped the palm of his other hand with the belt which he had now folded in half.
"Yes, sir." RJ said and I could tell from his expression and the choke in his voice that he was near tears.
"What?"
"Your belt, sir." RJ bit his lip to keep from crying.
"Turn sideways." The Dad said.
As RJ turned I had a look at his butt and genitals in profile. His butt was "chubby" and stuck out from his legs and back in an almost erotic way. His little penis couldn't have been more than a inch long as it nestled hard against his small but tight looking scrotum. The Dad had RJ stand in this position for a few moments adding, no doubt, to the boy's feeling of dread at the pain of the impending belt slaps.
"Please, Daddy," RJ said ann began sobbing loudly. I couldn't help remembering the obnoxious kid look RJ had had leaning out of the car window with his tongue stuck out at me. His attitude was quite different now. A strange feeling of revenge came over me and I very much looked forward to seeing poor RJ's plump butt belted. I looked forward to seeing his discomfort and hearing him yell. I was hoping he would.
"Take the position, son," Dad said without standing. RJ lowered his arms and bend forward placing his hands on his knees. He had obviously been in this position before, probably more than a few times. He knew exactly what was expected of him.
"RJ..." the Dad said with a strong tone of warning in his voice. Without a word, RJ spread his legs slightly and arched his back slightly to raise his butt upward. "Keep your behind up, son," Dad said as he lightly rubbed the belt across RJ's raised buttocks several times. Then without warning the belt landed hard across RJ's ass. There was a loud 'whack' sound. RJ reflexively jerked and started to stand upright but quickly resumed his bent position and arched his back again. Then another loud whack as the belt landed again. RJ reacted again, shifting his legs.
"Stand still, RJ and keep your behind well up." Dad said as he laneded another hard blow. RJ now began crying freely despite his obvious efforts not to embarrass himself further. Another hard blow. RJ stood at this blow and reached back to either cover or massage his butt, I couldn't tell which. Perhaps both.
"RJ!", his Dad yelled as he stood up from the log. "Over and take these, son. You can rub your behind when it's over. Now move, son!" With tears flowing down his face, RJ bent back over and again forced his butt in the air. Dad let him hold this position for what seemed a long time, maybe a minute. Then another hard swat with the folded belt. RJ hardly moved this time but raised his rump upward for the next blow. "That's better, son," Dad said and landed another, then another and one more. Porr RJ was crying freely but obviously knew enough to keep his position.
"Okay, RJ," I hope you've learned a lesson. Stand up." RJ was only too happey to stand. He turned as his Dad took a step forward and put his arms around RJ. RJ in turn hugged his Dad. "Pull you pants up, son," Dad said taking a step back. RJ stooped to pull his underwear and jeans up. As he zipped fastened his jeans his Dad again held him and mussed his hair. RJ grabbed his Dad tightly. They held this position for several moments. RJ's head was buried in in Dad's stomach. He said something I couldn't hear.
"I know you are son," Dad said letting go of RJ. "Now go tell your brother to come out here." RJ had miraculously stopped crying and ran across the yard to the cabin.