The Vicar Catchestimothy and Friend Stealing


by Jacques Leon <Jacques_leon32@hotmail.com>

Two days later the Reverend George Mathison stood at the window again, watching the kids playing at the sports field. Most of his attention still went to the attractive boy who now was staying at his vicarage, whilst his mum was away.

For the umpteenth time he mentally reviewed the parting words of Misses Miller. About to leave she had told the boy to behave and to obey the reverend in any circumstances, as if he were his son. And turning to the vicar she had spoken the magic words: "I must warn you Reverend, my Timothy can be quite naughty from time to time. When he was younger his dad used to take him over his knee at least once a week. And since his eleventh birthday he has tasted both dad's belt and the paddle many a time. Unfortunately his dad got this illness and eventually died. I took over the hard duty of keeping the boy in line. In the beginning I spanked his buttocks hard enough to obtain a nice beet red colour. But as his body began developing it didn't take long before I felt not strong enough anymore to punish him effectively. At present he even laughs when I threaten to spank him, knowing quite well I'm not able to pull him over my lap."

She took her handkerchief and quickly wiped a brimming tear.

"You being a strong man I hope you can teach him some manners whilst he's staying with you. I give you full and unconditional parental power. You may use corporal punishment on him as you deem necessary. It has been too long since he was over a male knee for a nice reddening of his naughty bottom, followed by a good belting and... ."

Before she could finish Timothy objected: "Come on Mom, you better stop that nonsense. You know I'm to old for a spanking."

The vicar immediately thought that to the contrary, the lad had the right age (and the right shaped buttocks!) to be subjected to a severe bare bottom spanking or even a.....

He shook his head, trying to chase this fata morgana that appeared in his mind. Was it because the boy had seen him smiling, anticipating the pleasures of dealing with a naughty boy again, after his adventures as headboy ten years ago? Anyway, up to now the boy had been a little angel. He had been extremely polite, helped spontaneous with the daily chores, kept his room clean. No reason what so ever to bare that attractive behind.

The bell of the church chimed six times. Immediately the game the kids were playing was ended and he noticed most of the kids rushing home, not wishing to skip their meal. Only Timothy and Johnny, the _s_e_x_ton's son, remained at the sports field. He was about to go downstairs and prepare supper when all the sudden he noticed the two boys approaching the main entrance of the church. Their whole comportment betrayed they were up to something.

Timothy took an object from his shorts pocked. Due to the distance the vicar could not see what it was. To his amazement the boy opened the door of the church, and the two lads quickly entered, closing the door behind them.

The vicar was nearly sure the two boys were up to some naughtiness. He went to the side entrance and....

Ten minutes later the boys stood in the vicar's office, their faces pale as if they had seen a ghost.

He resumed the boys' offences: "ONE. Entering my office without permission and stealing the key to the church. TWO. Forcing the lock of the collection box. THREE. Robbing the contents. FOUR. Lying. Caught red-handed you both pretended you were in church to pray. Well, I know one boy who will sleep on his tummy tonight, won't you, Timothy?"

Before the lad could answer he continued: "And how will your dad punish you, Johnny?"

The boy sniffed: "I'm sure he will ground me for the duration of the holidays. Please Sir, don't tell him."

"You don't think I'll let you go as if nothing happened, do you boy?"

"Oh no Sir, I know I need to be punished, but please Sir, can't you spank me together with Timothy?"

The vicar felt his heart (and something else) jump up. Although this Johnny boy was a little younger than Timothy, his tight shorts were showing a well shaped bottom too.

"Well, in fact I believe corporal punishment will teach you a lesson, much better than a long grounding. But I want you to submit to the same treatment I'll give Timothy."

Johnny quickly accepted the proposal: "Of course Sir, we are in this together. There's one small problem, Sir. We have supper at half past six and if I arrive too late my dad will ask for the reason."

"That's no problem for me. Punishing Timothy will take quite some time tonight, and you will get your dose tomorrow morning. I want you to be here at nine, sharp! If you are not here when the bell chimes nine, I'll come over to your home and tell your dad what you did, understood?"

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir. I'll be there, cross my heart."

"Fine, now rush home, you only have a few minutes."

As soon as Johnny had left he told the boy who stood there fidgeting, to take off his shoes and socks and to put them against the wall. Timothy didn't want to make the man more angry and quickly did as told.

"Now come here and stand in front of me," the vicar barked, inadvertently licking his lips. He had been wanting to do this since the first time he saw the boy at the sports field.

He told the boy to lift his arms and lifted the tee shirt over his head. The boy was not wearing a vest and the vicar took hold of the boy's belt, unbuckling it. Fumbling quite some time with the buttons of the fly he finally ever so slowly inched the shorts down. The kid had outgrown the very brief light blue underpants he was wearing. They hardly fit the boy and were wrapped tightly around the hips, wedged deep into the crack, the leg openings leaving at least one quarter of each buttock uncovered, whilst the front side was stretched to the limited, showing a nice bulge.

Nervously the man hesitated whether he would go as far as putting the boy in the buff. After a short reflection he decided to go for it. After all Mrs. Miller had said: "I give you unconditional parental power", hence he had the *right* to decide whether the boy would keep his undies on or not!

He was so excited he could not help his hands were trembling as he slid his thumbs under the elasticized waistband of the boy's skimpy underpants. Timothy blushed heavy as he realized he was about to be disrobed of this last protection of his adolescent modesty. Gosh, vicar Mathison was going to expose his willy and nuts!

Crying he begged: "Please Sir, don't spank me on the bare bum, your seeing everything will be so embarrassing. Even my mum has not seen me naked since I was ten."

To his distress his little friend choose this moment to start a life of his own and soon he felt the pole of his stiffening prick building a nice tent in the front of his briefs.

"Listen son, it's your body that has been naughty and needs a good thrashing, not your underwear. And talking about embarrassment: if I were you I would be much more concerned about the idea of being a thief and a liar!"

On these words he started to peel off of the underpants. Ever so slowly he inched the elastic all the way down past Timothy's hips, exposing more and more of the perfect treasure of buttock flesh he was about to warm. At the moment the bum became completely visible, the waistband reaching the crease between buttocks and thighs, he knew he had taken the right decision. Never during his career as prefect nor as headboy he had seen such a well shaped bottom, so spankable, nearly begging for a good thrashing.

Pulling the waistband further over the boy's thighs he suddenly felt some resistance. He put his hands on the boy's hips and forced him to turn. With some trepidation the kid faced the man. Looking down at the boy's crotch the vicar became aware what problem was obstructing further movement. Whilst his hands took hold of the front side, the boy once again tried to avoid the embarrassment of standing completely naked before the man who was about to give him a spanking.

"Please Sir, can't you take me over your knee with my underwear in this position? You see, there's no problem to spank on my bare buttocks as they are completely uncovered now."

To the vicar it sounded like a confirmation the boy was accepting his authority to decide about the details of the punishment. He didn't even bother to answer, but used more force to slip the waistband down, inch by inch revealing the boy's pubes. He had expected to feel smooth skin only and was pleasantly surprised when his fingers suddenly grazed over some silky beginnings of pubic curls. Curious now about what he was about to discover he tugged harder at the elastic, slowly forcing the stiff penis to bend down. He was amazed the muscles in the juvenile organ were so strong.

Eventually a quick tug slid the elastic over the tip of the boy's boner and it sprang out of the underpants jumping up against his pubes with a loud slap. The freed briefs dropped at his feet and the kid stood naked as the day he was born, his stiffy still flopping up and down. After a while the movement slowed down to a little jiggling, and finally the shaft stood pointing straight forwards. Feeling terribly ashamed about the humiliation of this exposure of his privates - and worse even, his pecker being in full view whilst it were in such excited state! - he immediately clasped both hands over his genitals.

"Spread your legs, and keep your hands by your sides, boy, you have nothing down there that wasn't created by our good Lord, hence there's no reason to hide it", he barked.

Reluctant the boy did as told, spreading his legs about 20 inches. The moment he dropped his hands he blushed as he felt so exposed in this compromising position. He knew perfectly well that by spreading his legs every detail of his aroused private parts became visible between his thighs.

The man was enthralled. Finally the cute boy he had admired the other day - before he knew the lad would stay with him - was standing in front of him in his birthday suit! Because he was sitting he had an excellent close view of the well developed sinewy body. He enjoyed the sight of the smooth skin, rosy cream coloured like a baby.

His eyes scanned slowly over Timothy's slender but well toned body, absorbing every detail. He had short blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and very red lips. One of the nicest boys I ever have seen, he thought. The kid showed a good muscle definition. He checked the boy's chest, first noticing the small brown nipples pointing out and then a delicately etched rib cage. Next he looked at the belly button, it was an innie. The tummy was flat, not an ounce of baby fat showing. He allowed his gaze to slip a little lower once again. Studying the lower parts, his eyes got a confirmation of what his hands had felt earlier. The pubic area was nicely decorated by a adorable small tuft of straggling blond curly hairs. He noticed he was well hung for his age and admired the slender but startling rather long penis that stood fiercely over a perfectly formed ball sack, it's light brown skin covered by short peachy fuzz. It was rather cool in the room and in reaction the skin had contracted tight round the testicles. He was more than surprised by the size of the juvenile oval nuts and wondered whether they would be able to produce boy's juice already. He made a mental note: "Must examine his bed sheets every morning. If I find stains that would be a perfect reason for a most severe punishment."

Longing to see the backside as well, he took hold of the boy's left arm and forced him to turn. This body was perfect, so young and taut! The boy had a small waist, nicely accentuating the shape of his bubble butt. He admired the perfectly shaped hemispheres. Their unblemished creamy pale skin contrasted beautifully with the suntanned legs and back. The youth's exquisitely rounded buttocks reminded him of honeydew melons. They would make an extraordinary fine target for a harsh spanking and he was looking forward to making the boy scream.

"Time we get things going. But before we start your punishment I want you to fetch that oak chair over there and put it in the middle of the room. Make sure the backside is far enough from any object that might impede my swing."

Uncomfortable for his nudity Timothy quickly covered his genitals with both hands, before he walked towards the chair. His movements were a bit slow, as if he tried desperately to gain time. The man smiled as he watched the boy move around in his birthday suit. He loved the way his pert bottom cheeks moved in time to the muscles in his slender legs. When the boy passed he mildly swatted a first slap on his bum. "Pang!"

As soon as the chair was put at the indicated spot the vicar sat down and told the boy, who had retracted to a safe distance: "Right Timothy, time to present me your naughty bottom for a warm-up session. Come and lay over my lap."

The naked boy hesitantly approached the man who was about to inflict heavy pain to his bare bum. Hands still over his crotch he tried to bend over, only to discover he would loose his equilibrium. Blushing he put his hands on the left thigh of the man and draped his body over the vicar's knees. He became more embarrassed as he felt the man spreading his thighs, allowing the boy's still half stiff appendage to slide into the gap.

The way Timothy was draped over the lap raised his bubble butt high in the air, presenting it perfectly for chastisement. The boy's meaty mounds twitched and wriggled involuntary in anticipation of the heavy pain the vicar was about to ignite any second now. But the man took his time, his right hand traveling over the boy's spine, starting at his neck and slowly tracing over the vertebra. Arriving at the mysterious crack between the two hillocks he noticed the boy clenching his buttocks, making it impossible to explore that deep valley. He didn't force the boy to open up, knowing his time would come. Meantime he enjoyed the situation he had created, drinking in the marvelous sight.

He grabbed the springy buttocks, cupping and squeezing them, testing their resiliency. He marveled at the feel of the cool cheeks in his hands. During his studies at college there never had been such beautiful canvas at his disposal for a nice painting in the colours of the rainbow! He knew their silken skin would be burning hot soon. It took him several minutes before he finally raised his hand high above his shoulder.

Without further ado the hand came crashing down on that so enticing pale target. Immediately, the distinct sound of a slap landing on a naked bottom rang out loudly through the room. The flesh was so supple that this smack compressed the buttock to a nearly flat surface, and the hand was automatically bounced back, whilst an exact red copy appeared as by magic. The man could see every detail of his hand. The next slap was aimed at the other cheek, this time the man had spread his fingers and again he was amazed when he saw the resulting red image appearing on the pale skin as if he were developing a picture.

The kid kicked his legs, he bellowed, but the spanks rained down anyway. He tried moving his butt from side to side, but it made no difference. The vicar took advantage of the opportunity created by the boy's wild movements. Each time he turned his bum away an extra stinging spank landed methodically on the proffered flank. His punisher took care to cover the full area of the tender, naked flesh. All spanks were hard, designed to hurt. Their impact caused fleshy ripples of the cheeks of the lad's rear.

"Bend over till your hands touch the floor and stick your bottom out more! As high as you can, as a sign you are submitting to your well earned punishment!"

Sobbing, the lad obeyed, jutting his bottom high in the air. The vicar enjoyed the deliciously offering up of the vulnerable underside of the round buttocks. The scene looked like the boy was begging for more extra hard spanks!

He did not moderate the force of the smacks when he reached the soft crease between bum and thighs. He had to tighten his hold on Timothy's waist as he cracked hard on that most sensitive sit spot. His hand continued to wallop relentlessly. It was a real struggle to keep the writhing boy in position. Methodically covering every square inch of that attractive bottom he spanked as hard as he could, wanting more sensation. Each time his hand came down, the boy's round buttocks bounced and reverberated under the impact.

"OOoooooooooweee! It hurts Sir, please stop!" Timothy's screams filled the room, while he kicked his legs and flailed his arms, trying to no avail to free himself. Each new stroke was laid on full force.

"Good! It's meant to hurt! Wait till tomorrow, when your partner in crime will be here. I'm sure before I've finished with the two of you, you will consider this spanking being a light caressing of your buttocks."

His chaotic movements made his bright red bottom cheeks jiggle lasciviously, whilst the lower part of his body jumped up and down in pace with the spanks. Suddenly the vicar got some special feelings as he noticed something was poking at the inner side of his left thigh.

Soon thereafter the man decided the warm-up exercise was over. Time to ignite a new, hotter fire! His hands rubbed over the boy's glowing bottom and upper legs, savouring the intensity of the heat he had just generated in those beautiful smooth, tensed orbs. Groping over the left cheek from center to hip it moved a bit away from it's twin, revealing a still unexplored valley of soft white skin. A thought flashed through his brain: "that intriguing spot would be a nice opportunity for an amusing intermezzo!"

"For the next part of your punishment I want you to spread your legs, as wide as you can."

This time the lad didn't dare to protest. Blushing deeply, well aware what he was about to show, he moved his legs a little.

"You can do better than that! Move them boy, I want undisturbed access."

The kid slowly moved his thighs a bit more, hoping his tormentor would say it was wide enough. The man enjoyed this adolescent shyness and didn't comment any further. Spreading the legs wider caused the bottom cheeks to change shape intriguingly. The flanks of both buttocks showed a nice pronounced dimple, Immediately adding a new attraction to the marvelous bottom. It took quite some time - 30 seconds perhaps, although Timothy in his uncomfortable position thought it had taken several minutes - before the vicar said he was satisfied. The bottom crack gaped wide open and the milky white coloured inner cheeks were completely available for discipline.

Looking at the quivering target, he lifted his hand high above his shoulder and let it swing down full speed.... straight to the unmarked areas inside the waiting crack. He was rewarded by a howling from the boy: "AAAAAAAAiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

The sound of distress was so loud it made the neighbours' dog bark. Satisfied he noticed this first slap had hit the bull's-eye. The vulnerable spot of the anus coloured bright red. The next full force spank was aimed a little deeper into the new target and the top of his fingers hit the incredibly sensitive perineum. Timothy screamed, confirming his punisher was getting the expected result. He continued alternating his spanks between that particular spot and the little boy hole. To his surprise he felt the root of the boy's equipment becoming as hard as wood. He now concentrated his spanks on that spot, slowly moving closer to the scrotum which was contracting tightly round the boy's testicles. After an other dozen smacks - some had hit the sensitive little balls - Timothy's cries were turning into a continuous howling.

Finally the man decided to take five. He helped the weeping boy to get up and noticed the lad indeed was aroused, sporting a very firm boner. The foreskin had retracted and it jutted out from his crotch pointing to the ceiling at a 45 degrees angle. The pee slit of the swollen purple mushroom was nicely decorated by a small pearl of precum. The acute embarrassment of being naked had worn off a little, and trying to sooth the hurt the lad jumped up and down, meanwhile rubbing fervently into the deep canyon between his burning buttocks.

The vicar went to his desk and sat with a satisfied smile, watching the lascivious show of the wildly flopping adolescent genitals until - minutes later - the boy suddenly realized his little friend was not so little anymore. Embarrassed by his lewd state of arousal he quickly cupped his ballsack with his left hand whilst his right hand grasped his dick. The excited penis had grown so long the boyish hand wasn't able to cover the shaft's full length. The shiny purple head of the wet glans peeked through the gap formed by thumb and forefinger. The scene became very erotic as the kid slowly moved his hand forward in an attempt to cover more. He most definitely looked now like a teenager caught red-handed during a masturbation session. His punisher just found enough breath to order: "Stand in the corner, nose against the wall and hands on your head." before he rushed to the bathroom as fast as he could....


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