"Come on in, Craig, my man. I am ready for you. Why you nasty little boy, you pissed your pants. You nasty, disgusting, disobedient little boy! You do know what happens to boys who pee pee their britches don't you? Don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy, they are punished for it."
"Yes, they certainly are." Eddies tone did not match his face. He was stern in word, but a smile lurked behind his eyes. Craig grew hard just looking at him.
"So, take off those pants and put them in the dirty clothes bag."
"Yes, Daddy." Craig looked directly in Eddie's eyes and he unsnapped the wet kakhies and slowly pulled down the brass colored zipper. His penis poked itself out at once, and bobbed there as he bent to pull them off over his feet.
"Now, what do you need, little boy?"
"I need to be punished. I need a whippin'. I need to be taught what happens to boys who pee pee their pants."
"Go stand in the corner until I get my belt."
"Oh please, not the belt, Daddy, please use your hand. The belt hurts too much."
"All right, boy, enough sass. Here. Stuff these underpants in your mouth to keep you quiet."
Eddie handed Craig a pair of briefs that he had obviously saved for this occasion. They were wrinkled, stiff and smelled of sweat and urine. The fly was yellow and crusty. Craig opened his mouth and let Eddie push the cotton deep inside. He bit his brother in law's fingers gently as Eddie pulled them out. Then he walked to the corner and faced the wall.
"Spread your legs. I want to see that butt plug."
He did so, and felt his balls move inside his scrotum. The stinging was almost gone now, but an even heat remained. He put his hands back and spread the cheeks. "Still there, Sir," he mumbled through the gag. This was better than he had though it would be. He was naked, hot assed, and standing in the corner. He really did feel like a little boy, awaiting punishment. And the salty taste of the jockeys in his mouth made his mouth water. This was going to be a n afternoon to remember.
"Come here now, I found my belt."
Craig walked to the end of the bed. This part was ritual. He knew it well. He faced the foot of the bed, and bent over the foot board. He placed his hands flat on the mattress, palms down. Eddie let the belt fly.
The crack was like a balloon exploding. It hit Craig's ass exactly on the spot where the cheeks emerged from his buttocks. Fire rose into his ass and descended down his thighs from the spot. He moaned in pleasure immediately after his yelp of pain.
The beating continued. Swat after swat after swat, even, steady, rhythmic, slow, each overlapping the one before, moving slowly up the ass until it reached the apex. Then the blows started to move back down, down to the place where the original blow landed what seemed like an hour before though it had been less than a minute, really.
And so it progressed, up and down, in a steady rhythm. Craig's moans were continuous, one melting into the other. The yelps themselves making a moan. He was on fire, and started to sway back and forth, back and forth and to move his ass into the belt, spanking himself as it were, by accepting each blow.
"Craig, my man," SWAT! "you are a marvel" SWAT! "a pleasure to beat" SWAT! "and a wonder to abuse" SWAT! "I don't think I enjoy anything" SWAT! "as much as I enjoy" SWAT! "your inability" SWAT! "to make an effective" SWAT! "pinochle" SWAT! "bid." SWAT!
"Aaahhh!" Craig straightened up involuntarily dropping the now dripping underpants from his mouth. The last three swats had each been harder than the one before. Eddie was swinging the belt with all his force now.
Eddie reached out and rubbed his hand over the red flesh. His gentle touch made the fire move. It was like the sweep of a sheet of rain across the surface of the lake, only a sheet of rain that seared rather than cooled what it touched. "Here, let me take that smelly old thing out.," Eddie said, laughing gently.
"Oh my god! you are a master, in more than once sense, Eddie boy. Let me tell you, you are a master of the belt."
"Thank you Craig, my man, but remember, we have the entire afternoon. But relax." He grasped the buttplug and yanked it free. Craig did not expect it to hurt coming out, but it felt like someone had ripped his asshole out with the plug. "I have to go outside and get something. You can sit down, if you want to.......well perhaps you don't. Hand me that pocket knife on the dresser, please."
"Here." Craig handed it to him with one hand while making the rain of fire run up and down his left ass cheek with the other.
"Yeah, I need a switch."
When Eddie left, Craig walked into the bathroom and looked at his ass in the mirror. It was the color of tomatoes, and looked just as tender. He rubbed it up and down with his hands, and saw the way the redness faded to pink as his hands passed over his cheeks, but went back to red as soon as the pressure moved on. God! This was a spanking he would never forget. And now, a switch? His ass twitched involuntarily at the thought.
"Surveying the damage, Craig, my man?"
"Yes, sir. I hope you don't mind, sir."
"No, I don't mind. But right now I want you on your knees. You can play patty-cake with your bottom later."
Craig knelt in front of the bigger man, and immediately, without waiting to be told to, bent and kissed Eddie's feet.
"Forget it, Craig, my man, that's not going to save you."
"Oh, no, sir, I didn't expect...."
"Shut up." A slap to the face emphasize the meaning of the words. "Say 'hello' to junior, will you?"
Craig leaned forward and pressed his face into Eddie's crotch. He rubbed his face back and forth, back and forth across the knitted cotton material of the cut off sweats. There was no stiffness in Eddie's crotch. Craig was a little surprised. His own _c_o_c_k_ could pierce plywood at this point. But as Craig's nose and chin massaged the softness, Eddie started to grow. Craig placed his mouth over the bulge and breathed out hard and long. He felt the heat penetrate and kept it up.
"Yes, Craig, my man, yes indeed. Keep that up." Eddie's hands were on Craig's head and gently pushed it forward. "Yes, this is good."
"Thank you, sir. May I take your pants down sir?"
"No, you haven't earned that prize yet. Use your hands on my ass, Craig, my man.
Craig ran his hands up and down over the cut off sweats, gently rubbing and then pausing for a slight squeeze of Eddie's cheeks. Then he slipped his hands inside the legs of the pants. Just as he thought! Eddie had no underwear on, and was naked under the shorts. His fingertips ran up and down the standing man's ass crack, and the tip of one finger just grazed the ass hole.
"No, Craig, my man, don't go there yet. You have a lot to learn first."
"Yes, sir." Craig got to his feet and faced his master.
"Let's take it like a man. Stand, um, should I say erect?." A sharp slap send Craig's _c_o_c_k_ bobbing. "Yes, I guess I should. Now. face the door, and let me get back for a good swing. Oh, first, get me that tie from the dresser."
"Tie, sir?"
"Yes, that wide plaid neck tie."
Craig handed it to Eddie and waited. This was new. Eddie took the tie and wrapped it around Craig's eyes, effectively blinding him.
"Hey Eddie I am not sure...."
"Shut up Craig, my man. I know what I am doing. At attention! please!"
Craig snapped to attention, hands at this side, chin in, chest out, ass tucked under. Unfortunately, he couldn't help the bayonet _c_o_c_k_ in front of him, pointing at the ceiling.
"Good soldier. At ease."
Relaxed, arms behind him, in the small of his back feet two feet apart. ass relaxed. The first blow of the switch was a slice of fire across his bottom. He felt it all the way to this stomach.
"Oh my God! What in the hell....!"
"Now, now, Craig, my man, you just be silent."
"Yes sir"
"You may moan and gasp, but any words will cause me to start over."
"Yes sir. How many should I expect sir?"
"Well, a couple dozen or so, I guess."
And they came, zzziist, zzziist, zzziist, fast and furious. Craig gasped and opened his mouth wide. His breath was a series of heaves and sudden gasps. He thought for sure his ass must be cut, but he did not feel anything but the fire burning channels across his already red behind.
"Yes, Craig, my man, you mark beautifully. You are looking more and more like a road map every minute. Here, hold this switch between your ass cheeks while I get a drink." Eddie slammed the switch between Craig's ass cheeks, and Craig gripped it tightly, lest letting it fall bring another session.
"Well, let's look at it. Yes, a fine color of red with just the right markings from that switch." Eddie was obviously enjoying his handiwork. He rubbed the glass of ice tea on the beaten man's ass. It felt like silk, but burned almost as much as the belt had. "Let me rub that in for you, Craig, my man. Eddie rubbed Craig's ass with a free hand, and held the ice tea to Craig's lips. Craig sipped greedily.
"Eddie boy , you have outdone yourself. You have never had so much fun." He couldn't help but smile. After all, Eddie would loose something some time! He reached his hand down and found the lump in Ed's shorts. "Can I do something else for you, sir?" The tone was more playful than subservient.
"Why yes, you can." Ed undid the tie from Craig's eyes. "I think I would enjoy a nice bath, a rubdown with some nice scented oil, and then, well, let's see what occurs to me after that."
"Yes, sir! Right away sir." The savaging of his ass was over, at least for the time being. He now could worship his brother-in-laws body. "May I discard this switch, Sir?"
"Ah, no, Craig, my man. I may want it later. Put it there in the corner."
Craig put the switch in the corner and hurried into the bathroom. He turned on the shower adjusting it to just a little warmer than he usually liked it himself and prepared the shower materials: a bar of musk scented soap, a large lufa sponge, a soft net ball the kids called a "foof," and a stiff brush intended for vegetables, but that Eddie liked especially.
As a last thought, Craig added something else. He looked in Eddie's toiletry bag and found it: a dark red leather jock. It had been a joke gift a year ago, and Craig had asked Eddie to bring it anticipating winning this summer. Now that Craig was the looser, he wanted to wear it for Eddie.