It wasn't all the long afterwards that Larry and I decided to drive up in the mountains to hike one Saturday afternoon. Not a major hike, mind you; just a slow incline through beautiful giant pines, cedars, and silver birches above one of the lakes nearby. Something for a day.
Don was going along. Don was always ready to join in anything Larry and I were doing. Sure, I knew what his interests were; but, what the hell, nothing wrong with giving him a chance to salivate over the boy whose relation to me he couldn't figure out. He'd finally stopped asking!
Driving up the dirt road to Larry's house for him, things looked more in chaos than usual that morning. He saw us approaching and was almost at our car when his stepmother barged out the same door in her bathrobe, her hair in curlers, screaming at the top of her lungs, "How dare you speak to me like that! Just make sure you're home by seven 'cause I'm gonna make _d_a_m_n_ed sure your Dad whips your ass tonight, you little bastard!" She disappeared behind the slammed door.
"What was that all about?" I asked after he swung his body into the front bucket seat beside me and shut the door.
"The Bitch!" he said tossing his pack on the back seat beside where Don was sitting, all ears. "She's just pissed because I've no interest in her. Let's get out of here . . . Oh, Hi, Don," he added, glancing his way.
Don couldn't resist. "Will she really get your father to whip you tonight?"
Silence in the car as we drove off.
"Ah. . . yea, if she tells him to, he probably will. She'll make something up. _d_a_m_n_ it! _d_a_m_n_ it to Hell anyway!" He pounded his fist on his lap and was silent, brooding.
It was about a two hour drive into the mountains before we arrived at the entrance to the park lake. The trees were majestic with nature at it's finest. The drive had calmed him down and we were all relaxing. About six cars were in the lot, but I drove around the far end, around the other side of the gravel circle, where the path began, stopped the car, and we all piled out.
"Can I lock my wallet in your glove compartment?" Larry asked.
"Sure," I replied, then added, "but if you didn't wear your Levi's so tight, you'd have room in your pocket."
He laughed. Don looked longingly, as Larry slid back down on the seat and fumbled with the glove compartment door, his black leather wallet in his left hand.
I had started toward the trail, and then I remembered it in horror! _s_h_i_t_!
"Hey, what's this?" Larry held up the _c_o_c_k_-and-ball harness in his hand I had forced Paul to wear last night and then just stuffed in there.
"Forget it, just put it back." I said.
"No, really," he said. "What is it?"
Don looked at me. _s_h_i_t_! What the hell do I say now!
"It's a harness, a leather toy, that's all. Put it back and let's get going."
I was annoyed. Ok, I was embarrassed the way he was just holding it up in the sunlight with Don looking.
"But what's it for?" He looked at me.
He was still holding it and looking at it curiously. I knew he didn't know what it was for, but I wasn't sure I wanted to tell him and certainly not here. _s_h_i_t_!
"Come on, put it back and let's get going." I said more sharply this time.
"No, what's it for?" He asked. "I'm old enough. You can tell me?"
_s_h_i_t_!
"It goes around a guy's _c_o_c_k_ and balls to add a little _s_e_x_ual excitement that's all, but it's just for adults. It's just a stupid toy, that's all! Now put it back and let's get going!"
That, I thought, should handle it especially as I had stressed the last part!
"Really?" He was still staring at it, like a small boy seeing a new toy for the first time, something he didn't know existed. "Come on! Show me how it works." He looked at me with that _s_e_x_y grin that had made him so appealing the first time.
"No. Now put it back and let's get going."
I had about had it with this.
"Come on, Cal. I'm not a kid. Just show me."
I knew there was nothing I would rather do than show him, but not here and not to someone who wasn't into any of this. Still Larry just stood there holding the small _c_o_c_k_ harness in his hand, and looking around the parking lot. The way the car door was open, he was shielded from the rest of the lot and there was no one else visible, nor any cars near anyway. He was still grinning at me, as he looked around.
"No!" I said firmly.
To my surprise, Larry reached down, unbuckled his belt, and popped open the fly of his jeans. In the fresh mountain air, I saw the white clean cotton of his jockey's exposed where his tight Levi's had parted naturally as the buttons were released. I had visualized such a moment a hundred times in my own mind, but I didn't want to see it like this in a parking lot and with Don staring.
"Buckle up, Larry. I told you to put it back!"
Don was drooling as he pulled open his tight jeans right there.
I was furious.
"I told you to put it back!" I came close to taking a swing at him, but didn't. Not in public. "Now, do it!"
He grinned.
"In the interest of science," he replied, his _c_o_c_k_ and balls still in his hands, "Please show me." He spoke like a child, almost begging.
Fully aware of the surfacing of my own desire, I melted. Actually there was nothing I would have enjoyed better, but not here, not now, and not with Don watching. On the other hand, he showed no signs of obeying me.
"In the interest of science," I looked him straight in the eyes, "what I ought to do is take you straight home and spank the hell out of you for disobeying me." I grabbed the harness from his hand.
"You can do that later, if you want." He replied, still grinning, as I melted.
"What? What did you say?!?"
Did he know what he was saying? I couldn't believe my ears! He had put it on, although incorrectly and was trying to button up his jeans.
But his Levi's were too tight and the harness had made him erect enough that he couldn't do it. After a few moments of trying, he took it off, buttoned himself up tightly, put the harness back in the glove compartment, and shut the door. We started toward the trail. Don hadn't said a single word. I didn't know what to say, but I didn't want to explode in the public park in the morning!
The effect of the silver birches among the high firs with huge ground ferns all along the narrow path and a rustling stream just off to the right seemed to calm the moment. Soon we were hiking in silence. I was still angry, but Larry and Don were talking as if nothing had happened. I didn't know what to think. Not about what he had said, what he had done, or what he had implied. But I'll tell you one thing: I was seriously thinking about doing something to him tonight that I had been wanting to do to him for a long time now!
The path continued, narrowing to single file. Larry went first, I followed, Don brought up the rear. The stream had a calming effect as the water cascaded down the hill, but the green umbrella effect of the trees above and the intense darkness of the bushes all around made it seem like we were miles from civilization even though we had not walked more than twenty minutes.
I watched him walking in front of me on the path and recalled what he had said back there. I was just trying to calm down. Time passed as we walked further and further into the bush. Had he expected I would whip him as his father suggested or was he just talking? Did he know what his father had told me He couldn't know anything about the leather scene and certainly nothing about S&M. Was he just being a nieve kid with a new toy or did he know more than I thought he did? He knew he'd crossed me back there and he knew he'd been wrong. Maybe I would turn him over my knees back at the house tonight? It was something I'd enjoy, so why the hell not?
Anyway, I was lost in my planning, not paying any attention to the conversation between him and Don as we walked along. Soon I realized they were arguing about why he was too young to know about leather toys and stuff like that. _s_h_i_t_! Why were they still talking about stuff like that?
Don was probing, but it was Larry who was the most interested in knowing what Don knew and was probing Don with a whining quality to his voice I found especially annoying. Larry held that black leather harness in his hands! I was sure I'd saw him put it back in the glove compartment back there, but he had it in his hand again. I looked around, touching Larry's shoulder, "I told you to put it back down there, didn't I?"
"Yea, you did.." He said easily, but he also saw my anger now. I knew my face was getting red and tense.
"And why didn't you?"
"I guess I didn't want to." He replied.
"But I told you to put it away, didn't I."
Yes."
"And now you're still talking about this stuff, about things you have no business asking about."
"Sorry, but I'm just curious, that's all. I want to know. . .."
"I said stop it!"
"But. . ."
Then I exploded without thinking. My right hand slapped his face sharply, and when he moved his hands up to his face in surprise, I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him roughly into the bush toward the creek. There was a fair sized log there at my feet as I looked directly into his eyes.
"I think you and I are going to settle this once and for all and right now!"
"What do you mean?" He seemed surprised at this turn of events and looked scared.
"You know what I mean?" I spat back. "You just earned yourself a trip across my knees. Unbuckle your belt."
"Here?" he seemed shocked. "Not here! Please not here!"
"Unbuckle your belt!, I said!"
"But he's here," he pleaded pointing to Don. "He'll see. Please, I won't say anymore. Please, please."
"Did you understand what I just told you to do, Larry?"
"Please." He said, but his hands moved toward his buckle and he began to loosen it. "Please not here, please! Please!"
I watched him, and when he slowed, I brushed away his hands and finished unbuckling it myself. Then I popped open those same buttons on his Levi's that he was so free to open earlier. All the while he was pleading, but pleading or not, I had made up my mind.
His Levi's were very tight as I pushed them down to his knees, exposing his strong thighs beneath the white jockey briefs I had seen only parts of earlier.
I pulled him by the arm and forced him down with me, over my lap, while his arms struggled to hold his balance. His white T-shirt was soon pushed up his back with my one hand and almost immediately thereafter, I pealed down his briefs into the clump of clothing around his knees while he clenched his cheeks tightly to preserve at least some modesty there in the midst of the woods beside the stream. Don sat down close by on another log and I could tell from the look on his face he was enjoying every moment of this. Larry struggled to see where he was, and then struggled to squirm his now bare ass away from where Don could see. It was impossible. All the while he was pleading, apologizing, asking me to please stop!
Larry's long lithe and lanky body was flung out there over my lap as he tensed it to protect it. His ass cheeks were firm and ridged, clenched and showing all it's solid definition, as I pushed my left hand around under his chiseled lower stomach, feeling the muscles etched there, and took hold of his _c_o_c_k_ and balls firmly. As I grabbed them, his bottom was forced up higher over my lap and his buns separated and exposed him even more vulnerably in the morning air. His bare bottom was tight, hairless, firm, and frantically clenching and relaxing those two cheeks as he struggled to gain his composure, uncertain as to what he should be doing but obviously knowing what was coming.
I forced it higher into the air and with my own body tightly wound around his, I raised my right hand and brought it down sharply on his left cheek. He immediately let out a little howl in the midst of his pleading.
Forcing those cheeks up higher still, I laid into him and began to tan ass hard and furiously. And it didn't take too long before the whiteness of those two clenching cheeks were beginning to show the redness caused by my hand prints. I'd had plenty of practice tanning ass. Hell, I'd spanked Paul often enough. I let Larry have it right there in front of Don.
The sound of my slaps on his ass reverberated across the woods, but I didn't care who might hear. It was time to give him what he needed and had been asking for. Maybe his father had been right all along? Maybe I'd been a fool to wait so long, but I was making up for lost time right now.
Soon those rosy cheeks turned much, much redder.
"Up in the air, Boy."
"Spread 'em wider."
"Do it now, Boy!"
"Please, no, oh. . . no-o-o-o-0!" He managed a few words, but he responded in every way I ordered him to and soon his ass was freely bouncing in the air as I spanked it with my bare hand and the sounds of his sobs were everywhere around us.
"Up higher!"
And as he complied quickly now and raise up his bare bottom, I landed a few well placed ones right where I knew they would do the most good. That made him dance even more wildly and cry more openly as I kept it up. Months of wanting to do this flowed out as I spanked him and spanked him hard, very hard. This one he was not going to get away with. Period!
My left hand held his balls and _c_o_c_k_ firmly and I forced him to spread those cheeks more widely so I could spank the undersides of his bare smooth ass and the inner sides of his strong thighs thoroughly and like he'd needed and he'd earned. He was almost hairless down there and almost constantly screamed in his tears as I focused on that most intimate part of his bare ass and inner thighs and did it with precision. He squirmed over my lap and pleaded for all he was worth to convince me he was sorry and it wouldn't ever happen again, but I was having none of it. Long period of practice spanking Paul just down there so it caused maximum flowing of tears but minimal damage and no bruises paid off as I forced his cheeks open, spread his thighs widely, and spanked under his ass thoroughly. I could see my left hand holding on to those balls, protecting them, while it's finger probed a little to keep him excited and jumping while I focused on spanking him soundly. And, yes, spank him I did under those forrest trees as I sat on that log.
He was more than just feeling it now, for sure. The finger startled him, but he had no time to object. The finger just made his ass dance more wildly and intimately for my pleasure during his spanking. It didn't matter what he wanted, what he needed. He was getting spanked.
His feet and arms struggled, but I had him secure. Soon as was bathed in my own sweat in the midst of the struggle, but I was enjoying every moment of this, listening to his cry, watching those bare scarlet cheeks dance there over my lap.
There is nothing better anywhere than the moment when a naked boy over your lap completely gives in and loses all emotional control, flailing wildly, dancing frantically to escape the pain caused by your punishing hand, but giving in to the fact that he cannot do anything to prevent it! He has earned it and he is going to continue getting it, like it or not!
Larry's ass was spanked good and hard and long that afternoon under those trees and I made up my mind I'd never hesitate to do it again either.
Finally his frantic tears and real contrition were enough and I began to slow.
"You understand why you needed this, boy?"
"Yes, yes, Sir! Please, please stop!
"And you understand you're gonna get it again, boy."
"Yes, please sir! Please, it hurts so much. Please!"
I finished up with a long, fast, and hard volley of swats well aimed to get him dancing furiously and crying frantically all over again.
Then I stopped. He was limp over my lap. Both of us were completely covered in sweat now. His ass was very red, everywhere! His upper thighs and that special place where his thighs and ass cheeks met were scarlet as I caressed my handiwork and knew he would be careful in crossing me in the future. His beautiful body, hung there naked and exposed in the woods, while his tears and sobs continued.
We had crossed a new line in this relationship for sure. The fact of Don's watching seemed to only humiliate him further, but that too added positively to his punishment. Don was smiling, but Larry had long ago ceased worrying about Don's being there!
"I'm sooooo sorry, Sir!" Larry cried as I pushed him onto his knees and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, crying on them. My own hands traced his back, feeling his red hot cheeks.
"I'm sure you are" was all I spoke as I held him like that.
All modesty was gone now. We stayed like that for several minutes until he had pulled himself back under enough control to stand and wiped his tears. Larry looked at me with a new concern.
"I'm sorry." He said. "Forgive me?"
"Sure" I rustled his hair and hugged him firmly. We must have looked rather odd standing there like that in the woods with tears still in his eyes, his pants and briefs still down around his ankles, and his ass blistering red, but I didn't care, nor did he.
Throughout it all, Don just sat there staring.
[TO BE CONTINUED. . ..]