John-Matthew and Eddie asked Josh Ross, Simon Owen and me, Billy Barrett, to spend the weekend together in the woods. We're all good friends in the sixth grade. We have lots of fun together like this.
As soon as we got there and got our tent set up, Simon exclaimed: "Okay, it's time to play "Shame Straws!"
Well, we all knew that was what we were going to do anyway, all five of us eleven-year-olds. In "Shame Straws" you each have to draw one of the straws (and there are only as many straws as there are players.) Only the one who draws the longest straw gets to keep all his clothes on. Even if you draw the second-longest straw, you have to take your pants off and go around without them until time to go home. It's a little embarrassing to have to run around in all your clothes except no pants. Even though your bottom's covered, your underpants are so short and tight and white that all the other kids pat you on the bottom when you go around like this.
Still, that's better than if you draw the middle straw. Then, you don't just have to run around in underpants,- you have to go around bare-bottomed, because one or both of the luckier kids get to pull your underpants down in the rear, and they make you leave them like that all weekend!
You really don't want to draw one of the two short straws, because then you have to take your underpants all the way off too and go around all weekend with your _d_i_c_k_ and balls bare as well as your bottom.
Worst of all, though, is to get the shortest straw, the one with the red tip. If you get this one, not only do you have to go around all weekend with no pants or underpants on, but you also get your bare bottom whipped red with a belt or switch while you're tied to a tree and can't do anything but yell and cry.
John-Matthew held the straws this time. Eddie drew first: a long straw! Then Josh drew. He got the short one with the red tip! Boy, was he mad! He'd have loved it if anybody else had got that one, but since he got it, he screamed: "No fair!" Simon drew a straw that was just a bit shorter than Eddie's. The two looked at each other and grinned,- until I drew: My straw was longer than either of theirs! John-Matthew was left with the other short straw!
"Okay," said Eddie, stepping out of his pants,"let's get the show on the road!"
Simon, John-Matthew, and Josh slowly shed their pants. Josh and John-Matthew took off their underpants at the same time..
"All right, Josh! Over to the tree!" John-Matthew exclaimed then. "Now we get to watch Billy whip your bottom!"
He and Simon then each took Josh by an arm and marched him over to the linden tree from which hung the ropes that they used to tie him to it.
Never very good at losing, now Josh started to struggle and mouth. "Get your hands off me, you fags!" he yelled.
"Oh, naughty, naughty!" exclaimed John-Matthew and Simon, each copping a greedy feel of Josh's bare bottomcheeks after they had him tied securely to the tree. "Little boys who use bad words like that should have their bare bottoms whipped!"
"Well, I'm gonna get mine whipped anyway," Josh replied,"so I might as well do something to deserve it."
You can't imagine the sight of Josh tied to that tree! He has the fairest skin you ever saw, and with his curly blond hair like sheep's wool and with his sky-blue eyes, he looks almost like an angel! And there he stood tied with his arms around the tree trunk and another rope around his waist so that he couldn't jump around too much while being whipped. He was still wearing the yellow shirt, yellow-topped white kneesox and yellow-and-white tennis shoes of our soccer team's uniform, but of course his pants and underpants were off, and the rope around his waist held the end of his shirt up higher than it would have been. Otherwise the upper half of Josh's bottom might have been covered, but now all of it was exposed--to the air, to our eyes, and to the whip.
Josh blushed furiously in embarrassment as I patted his bottom and ran the palm of my right hand slowly over both smooth, round, clean, white bottomcheeks and the crack where they met.
"Well, Josh," I asked him,"which do you want me to use: a switch or my belt?"
"Use your belt,- long as you don't mean the buckle!" he answered quickly."My dad used a switch on me last month, and it hurt like hell!"
"All right," I told him.
"Wait a minute before you start the whipping!" Eddie called out to me. "Hey, Simon!" he then called to him. "Come here!"
When Simon complied, Eddie said: "Remember, you drew the straw shorter than mine: Turn around."
"Oh, great!" said Simon. "I might have known you wouldn't forget. Okay, here it is!"
Simon then turned his back toward Eddie and stuck his bottom out slightly. Eddie knelt and with both hands took hold of the waistband of Simon's underpants; he pulled them down in the rear until all Simon's bottomcheeks were bare but his _d_i_c_k_ and balls were still covered.
"Now you're all set!" Eddie said, patting Simon's bare bottom. "Remember, you have to keep your underpants just like that all weekend. How does that feel?"
"I feel a draught!" Simon exclaimed with a giggle.
We all hooted--except Josh, that is.
"All right," I asked Josh,"Are you ready for a bottom-whipping?"
Every one of the three other boys now stood around, watching and waiting to see Josh get his bottom whipped by me. Everyone could see John-Matthew's _d_i_c_k_ standing up stiff and hard and about two inches long. Eddie's and Simon's erections were noticeable through their underpants. Simon was dutifully leaving his pulled down in the rear.
As I brought the belt down on Josh's right buttock with a loud "WHAP!", Josh winced and yelled out in pain. A big tear rolled down his left cheek.
"What's the matter, Josh?" I asked him. "Is that more than you can take?"
"No!" he answered,"But get it over with!", I saw Eddie with one hand on John-Matthew's bottom, the other on Simon's. He was copping a feel of both boys' bottoms at the same time and grinning as he asked them: "Aren't you glad you're not in Josh's place right now?"
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I slapped Josh's bottom three more good licks with the belt. Gritting and grimacing, he tried to hold back his tears and yells of pain as long as possible, but to no avail. Each place where the belt had struck his bottom or thighs left a mark. The first few were light pink; the later ones, darker, would turn to bruises and welts afterward, though these also were few. The effect that we always tried for was a general thorough reddening of the whole bottom without any marks that would last longer than a day or two.
"Ow! Ow! OW!" Josh screamed after the first few. "That's enough, Billy! Please stop! It's really hurting!"
What a baby! No way was I going to stop just now. Simon who took twenty with the switch at Josh's hands last month, would blow his stack if I let Josh off so easy!
"'Course it's hurting," I said to Josh,"and you're just going to have to tough it out--cause you've got sixteen more coming!"
"No! Not that many! Please let me off!" he cried, tears streaming from his baby-blue eyes.
I made those sixteen good ones, and Josh squalled and bawled like a baby long before I got through., and for quite a while afterward too! But then his bawling gradually died down to sniffling and then to whimpering before he finally got quiet.
Now I had a stroke of genius. I made John-Matthew come up and stand beside Josh so that both of them had their bare bottoms turned toward the other three of us.
"Hey, look, fellows!" I remarked. "Hot and cold buns!" And I punctuated this statement by slowly patting John-Matthew's cool white bottomcheeks with one hand and Josh's hot, red ones with the other. Then Simon and Eddie followed suit with the same action and with remarks like:
"Good old John-Matthew!" and:
"Gosh, Josh, your bottom sure is hot! I bet that whipping really hurt!" Then we untied him. He sulked for a while, but then he tried to be a good sport for the rest of the weekendÑas if he couild really do something about his situation! He knew the rule: Anyone who puts on more clothes than his straw allows gets stripped barenaked. We hears a story once about a group of guys who had one of their gang wimp out on them. They punished him by taking all his clothes off, tying them in knots, and throwing them in the creek. You never hear the rest of the story, but you know that one of two things happened: Either that kid spent a LOT of time finding his clothes and untying them, or he had a LOT of explaining to do when he finally went home to his parents! We've never done that to anyone in our group, but it's something to think about.
The only time we dropped the game was when we fixed and ate dinner. (We all put jeans on to protect ourselves from burns, scalds, and messes), when we swam (Then we all went nude!), and when we slept (Then I took my pants off too, like Eddie, and we all took our shoes and socks off.)
The three bare-bottomed guys wanted Eddie and me to sleep next to the tent walls, with themselves in the center. They claimed that we would all be more comfortable like that because those with more clothes on would be in the coolest spots, and those with less clothes on would be kept warmer.
Eddie and I didn't like it, but we got Simon to vote with us against John-Matthew and Josh,. since Simon's Eddie's best friend and he was sleeping in the middle anyway.
So we worked it out like this: Simon slept in the middle of the tent. Eddie lay to his left, and John-Matthew lay to the left of Eddie, at the far end of the tent. I lay to the right of Simon and in between him and Josh, who was on the right-hand side of the tent.
And it was such a lovely, warm night, that we all slept on top of our sleeping bags instead of in them. Since everybody slept on his stomach most of the night, I could lie for a long time with my right palm resting on Josh's bare bottomcheeks and my left palm resting on Simon's right bottomcheek. Of course there was somebody else's hand on Simon's left bottomcheek most of the night, and it had to be Eddie's. I was in heaven! In spite of having their bottoms fondled half the night, John-Matthew and Josh went straight to sleep,- or did a very convincing job of pretending to do so. But with the slight pressure of his underpants pulled down in the rear and with two hands fondling his bottom most of the night, Simon couldn't sleep until he had jacked off at least three times! He said that what we did really excited him.
"Turns me on when you feel my behind!" he declared.
And I can't think of any behind that I would rather feel!