-A boy's journal of his life in 1902
I ran into Joe and Lou, while walking to school in my bare feet and just my shorts.
"You look pretty sore, Bobby. That was a very hard beating you took yesterday," Joe said as he eyed the welts on me.
"You're not going to sit too well either, kid," Lou laughed as he patted my sore butt.
I punched Lou on the arm and said, "Someday I'm gonna whip your butt, Lou. You know you deserve it, want it and like it. You just don't get it enough."
My stomach turned into knots when both kids said they finished the math assignment.
"Please let me copy your answers, guys. I was in no condition to do that assignment."
"That would be cheating, Bobby. You want us to tell the teacher and your Dad you tried to cheat?"
"No, I don't. I was just kidding. I'll do the work on my own. I don't know how in the hell I can do that by class time."
I saw Miss Webster outside the school waiting for the kids. I ran over to her.
"Miss Webster, I didn't finish the math assignment last night. Look at me and you can see why. Please give me until tomorrow to finish it. I don't think I can take another punishment today. Please!"
The old lady just stared at me with a look of no sympathy. She told me to go to the classroom and sit in the front row instead of my regular seat in the back. She wanted all the kids to see that I had been bad and was punished.
I did as I was told but kept thinking, "That Bitch, That Bitch, That Bitch."
The class started with me in the front row shirtless, many welts on my back and squirming in my seat. The boys were giggling about me and the girls gasping and trying not to stare at me. All of these little _f_u_c_k_ers handed in their assignment but me.
Miss Webster told me to go to her desk and lean against it for punishment. I felt all those people staring at me without one vote of sympathy.
"Lou, take the paddle and give Bobby twelve hard spanks," Miss Webster ordered.
Why did she chose that mother _f_u_c_k_er to do it instead of herself? That guy will try his hardest to kill me.
I looked back and saw Lou jump out of his seat, raising his arms and happily smiling about the duty he had before him.
Lou took the paddle and without any warning to anyone, especially me, he pulled my shorts down to reveal my very red and welt-marked ass. The boys were all laughing, even some of the girls were giggling.
"That's not necessary, Lou. Class, be quiet," Miss Webster ordered.
"Yes it is, for this kid," Lou laughed. With that he began to spank my bare ass as hard as he could — fast and furious.
I felt like crying out loud in pain, but I wasn't going to do that in front of everybody. I clinched my teeth and let the tears flow. As fast as Lou was spanking me, it would be over in a moment. Nevertheless, I was in one hell of a lot of pain.
Lou ended the punishment just as happy as a pig in _s_h_i_t_. He looked so proud of himself. I raised my shorts and dreaded going back to that wooden seat. I was going to be one uncomfortable boy for the next few hours.
I sat as carefully as I could. I squirmed around a bit to find one spot on my butt that was less painful than other spots.
My redemption to Miss Webster and the class would come soon. The teacher took a few minutes to look over the kids' papers and found many mistakes in almost all of them. That didn't please her one bit. The questions for the assignment were still on the blackboard. For the first time I studied them. Even though I wrote them down on my paper yesterday, I didn't pay any attention to the questions. I volunteered to go to the blackboard and write the answers to the questions.
I did this to get out of that seat and stand, which would be more comfortable than sitting. I also did it because I quickly saw how easy the questions were. Math is one of my best subjects, and these were simple addition, subtraction, division and multiplication questions. These were so easy that I could have had that _d_a_m_n_ assignment done yesterday or this morning without any problem. Sue was the only other kid to get all the answers correct. Big, dumb Lou missed every question.
Lou failed the assignment. I didn't hand in my paper but correctly answered them all. I get punished with a spanking and failure Lou gets to do it to me. I was pissed and glared at Miss Webster. I believe she knew what I was thinking.
For the sake of salvaging my whipped butt, I remained at the blackboard and acted like a teacher going through each question slowly and showing how to get the right answer.
"Well done, Bobby," Miss Webster said.
"May I keep standing, Miss Webster?"
Everyone laughed, including Miss Webster.
She let me stand as long as I wanted.
Dinner that night I told Mom and Dad I was spanked at school with Lou doing it on my bare ass. I told them all of the kids flunked the assignment except for Sue and me. Mom laughed and felt sorry for me. Dad laughed, too, but said I deserved the whipping because I was late, even though later I answered them all correctly.
When I went to bed, I asked Mom to rub that stuff on me like she did last night. The stuff seemed to cool the hot feeling I had from the punishments and takes a bit of the sting out of the welts, at least until sleep takes me over.
The next day I rushed home from school to help Dad in the shop. I was going to be a good boy for a while. I'm way too sore for another punishment. Dad told me to go to the General Store and get some stuff. I walked slowly and missed all the horse _s_h_i_t_ on the dirt road.
The four old men sitting in rocking chairs knew me by now. They asked how I was feeling and seemed to have a concern for me. I liked these guys and often talked to them about the Wild West days. I did this until I heard Dad yell, "Get back here Bobby. Now." Then I ran like hell back to the shop and somehow always managed to step in horse _s_h_i_t_. Dad didn't mind me talking to these old guys. It gave Dad and me topics of conversation that seemed to make us feel closer together.
Inside the store, I gave Harry the list Dad wanted me to get. He gave me the stuff and put it on Dad's bill.
"Bobby, you know I saw your whipping the other night. You took it very well. Let me tell you about Tim. He's a professional when it comes to whipping people, caning them, even spanking them. Here he's called the Town Flogger. Whenever the sheriff or traveling judge says that a man who's a drifter, no-gooder, thief, drunken bum tearing up the place and deserves a public whipping or caning, Tim is the one they call to do it. He knows how to do it without causing a serious injury that the person doesn't deserve. He usually does it right in front of this store at the horse railing with a good portion of the town watching. I guess he does it about four or five times a year. I've seen him bring big grown men to their knees and cry out in great pain. He'll never do that to you. He loves you and told me so. When you deserve a punishment you're going to get one from the master. You'll probably get it a lot harder than most kids, because your Dad knows how to do it in the safest yet most painful way. Ask him about teaching you how to use a bullwhip. That will give you guys some fun out in the hills and maybe make you two closer."
"Thanks, Harry. I didn't know that about Dad. When Dad started on me I knew he was no amateur. At the orphanage we got spanked and whipped a lot. I could tell when someone knew what they were doing. They didn't hit bones they shouldn't or vital organs that should not be touched, like the belly and below the rib cage. I have had it so many times that I knew Dad was good at giving it. I'll talk to him about this. Maybe he can teach me some things, and we can have fun together."
"Bobby. Bobby. Get back here, and I mean NOW," Dad yelled from down the street.
I ran as fast as I could carrying Dad's stuff. I stepped in horse _s_h_i_t_ again. That's my _f_u_c_k_ing destiny, forever stepping in horse _s_h_i_t_. I'm so tired of that. Doesn't anyone clean up these roads?
"Dad, I was talking to the old guys at the store about the Wild West. It was really interesting. Then Harry told me about you being the Town Flogger beating the bad guys. He said you should teach me how to use a bullwhip. That would be a lot of fun, Dad."
"Son, I don't beat these guys because I love it. I do it as a civic duty. Teaching you to use a bullwhip can be a little dangerous for you at your age. Some weekend we'll ride up to the hills and do some practice shooting with rifles, and I'll show you how to use a bullwhip. Would you like that?"
"I sure would, Dad. I need more experience riding horses and shooting rifles. That's a part of my childhood I missed at the orphanage."
Another week went by and the welts on my back and chest have not all disappeared. It's still too soon for that, but the soreness in my butt was gone and I could sit comfortably. I still had to go around shirtless — at Dad's orders to show my punishment — but it didn't bother me. I could now ware denim pants without them itching my butt. That was good. Mom bought me a pair of used cowboy boots. I really liked them.
The weekend came and Dad let me have some time off from the shop to play with my friends.
We walked the trails to the hills in search of snakes, mostly rattle snakes. I was with my friends Joe, Lou, Jerry and Sam.
Lou was the first to find a rattle snake. It was about 5-feet long. He grabbed it with a wooden stick with a forked end. He twisted the snake around on the stick in a way that allowed him to grab just beneath the head and hold it. The snake was going nuts, but Lou had a firm grip. We all knew to keep a distance from the snake in case it got loose. We applauded Lou on his catch. Now we wanted to kill it. Lou had other ideas.
That crazy idiot started coming closer to me with that snake and pushing it toward me in a dangerous way. This son-of-a-bitch can go crazy and out of control without thinking what he is doing.
"Stop it, Lou, that's too dangerous," I yelled. The others yelled the same thing.
Lou was getting closer and closer to me. Why was this son-of-a-bitch doing this to me? Just then Stan held his long knife and came from behind Lou to slash the snake's throat. Blood was everywhere, and the snake was dead. Lou dropped it on the ground.
The rest of us grabbed Lou yelling, "You mother _f_u_c_k_ing son-of-a-bitch you're going to pay for this."
"Whip him," Joe screamed.
The boys took Lou to a log and bent him over. Jerry and Sam held Lou's hands. Joe pulled off Lou's pants. I went to get some switches, especially ones with thorns. When I returned, Lou was naked.
"Lou, you whipped my ass really hard in class. You pushed a rattle snake nearly to my face. Now I'm gonna blister your ass harder than you've ever had it in your life."
I whipped Lou with the thorny switches across his ass. Some cuts and welts rose immediately. Lou was screaming and crying like a new born baby. I don't know how many switches I gave him, but his ass was one bloody, welted mess. The boys let go of Lou, but he didn't get up. He just laid their sobbing. None of us felt sorry for him. It was _d_a_m_n_ foolish and dangerous to do what he did.
Then we thought of another way to punish Lou. This would be fun. We took Lou's clothes, and told him we were going back to town. Lou got up, still sobbing, to see what we were doing. We were about 50 feet away from him when he spotted us.
"Got your clothes, naked boy. Walk back to town. See you later," we all yelled.
Lou got up and tried to run after us but was in a lot of pain. We were running fast down the hill. Lou was screaming his head off, crying and waving his arms all over the place. His _c_o_c_k_ was turning every which direction. The kid was having a fit. We were laughing.
"See you, Lou."
We got to the bottom of the trail and the edge of town and debated if we should let Lou go home naked. Maybe we should save his pride and leave his clothes here. We looked back up the hill and saw Lou still trying to run. This time he had some small sagebrush in front of his _c_o_c_k_. After seeing that, we decided to let him go into town and home naked.
We entered town and went to Lou's house. No one was home. We left his clothes on the front porch. Lou's house is about a quarter of the way into the town on the main street. He would have to pass maybe twenty or more people and some others in wagons and on horses before getting to his house. We hid behind some bushes to watch. We couldn't stop laughing.
Lou came into town with one hand holding sagebrush in front of him and the other hand holding sagebrush in back of him. He was a sight to see. More people were walking around than we thought. There were more people in wagons and on horses than usual for this time of day. They all stared and laughed at Lou. Many were clapping at his naked performance.
I wondered what I would have done in Lou's position. Maybe the same thing, then maybe not. I've been naked in front of so many people, so many times, I think I might have just walked or run to Dad's shop. But his shop is on the other end of town. Don't know what I would have done. I'd like to find out, though.
When Lou got home, he found his clothes on the porch. He started picking them up. Then we jumped from the bushes and rushed over to him laughing. Lou was still crying and really mad at us. He was embarrassed.
"I aught to kill you guys. Look at what you did to me. You're not my friends," he cried.
"Lou, you deserved that and maybe more. Don't push a rattle snake in someone's face. You needed to get punished for that," I said.
Lou just picked up his things and went inside. The rest of us went into town laughing. About midtown we went our separate ways, except for Jerry and me. We walked toward Dad's shop but didn't say much.
I really liked Jerry. He was a very beautiful kid, my size and age. It seems like an eternity since I've had _s_e_x_. The last time was at the orphanage well more than a month or so ago. I get myself excited and cum everyday, sometimes more, but it's not the same as with another person. That's more exciting. I didn't know how to approach Jerry on the subject. Thoughts were racing through my mind. Would he object and tell others if I asked him? Or, would he accept and enjoy doing it with me.
"Jerry, why don't you take your shirt off? I can't ware one. Besides, it's hot out here."
To my surprise he unbuttoned his shirt, took it off and tied it around his waist, but just kept on walking saying nothing.
"You've got a good build, Jerry. Why don't you take it off more often, like I do? I like going without a shirt: the sun on my back, the freedom, the breeze hitting my chest. Don't you like that?"
"Yea, it's nice. I guess I just keep it on out of habit. My Mom likes me to look nice, but a kid likes to be a little sloppy, like you."
"What do kids do around here for _s_e_x_, Jerry?" I was really stepping into unknown territory with him now.
"Not much. You don't dare touch one of the girls or some dad will hang you. I suppose the boys just play with themselves in private. Is that what you do"?
"Yea. At the orphanage some of the boys played with each other just for the fun of it. You know, jacking each other off and things like that. It was no big deal."
"You did that? I've never done it with anyone. I've thought about it, just thought about it. I would be too afraid to ask anyone."
"Ask me. I'll do it with you, maybe teach you a few things. Want to try it for the experience"?
"Now? Today? Where?" he said with eyes wide and a shocked look on his face.
"Why not today! We can go to that abandoned building on the far side of town. There's a hay loft and some hay. Let's go."
We walked sort of fast. I looked down to the front of his pants and saw a bulge. That's good news. The kid's excited, and so am I.
Sunlight lit up a portion of the loft, there was some hay on the floor and of all things a stained blanket. We laughed thinking that other people used this place for the same thing we had in mind.
Jerry and I both stripped naked. Each of us is 5-foot-4, 105 pounds, blue eyed and blond hair. Jerry had a stunning body, cute butt and a well developing _c_o_c_k_. We were a perfect match and could pass for brothers.
I asked him to sit down, cross his legs and face me. I did the same. We just sort of looked at each other for a moment. I leaned forward and began playing with his tits, while his _c_o_c_k_ grew larger. He liked this. We were now doing it to each other. Then I gently pushed Jerry back and laid on top of him with my legs between his. He wrapped his legs around me. I began sucking on his tits and licking them. After a moment I slid down Jerry's body and started licking his _c_o_c_k_ and then put it in my mouth while still playing with his tits or rubbing his chest. Then I began pushing his hips in rhythm while sucking his _c_o_c_k_. In a minute he blasted my throat with a huge volume of cum.
"That was wonderful, wonderful, Bobby. Let me do it to you."
When it was over, we laid there in the hay on that dirty blanket. Jerry was face down, and I was laying on my back. I had my hand on his butt. He had his hand across my chest. After a few moments I sat up and gently started spanking him.
"Want me to do it harder, Jerry?"
"Sure, make it hot."
"Come over here and lay across my lap."
I started gently spanking him. I didn't know if he really wanted it hard or not. I would want it laid on burning hot and heavy. I want to spank Jerry again and have him do it to me. This had to be done gently or he might never want me to do it again.
"Am I spanking you too hard, Jerry?"
"No. Lay it on hard. I want to feel the sting."
I could feel his _c_o_c_k_ growing again. The spanks got a lot harder and so did Jerry's _c_o_c_k_. He let out a few moans of pain but not much. I gave him 20 spanks and stopped.
"That was great, Bobby. Let me do it to you. Is it OK with those welts on your butt?"
"It's OK, Jerry. Give me your best 20 spanks."
He did it, but it was still a little too light for me. I wanted more heat and sting. We'll get to that level in later sessions.
After the spanking session, we renewed our love making. About 20 minutes later we had spent ourselves and were exhausted.
"Want to do this again, Jerry?"
"You better believe it, Bobby. I really enjoyed that. Let's plan on doing this a lot."