"Hi, Mr. Martin. You still in trouble? Mr. Martin couldn't play with us today, Tommy, because he's been bad and's being punished."
"Oh really?" Tom asked. He raised his eyebrows and then smiled at Craig with a knowing smile. "I think he may have made up for whatever it was he did wrong."
"Well, yes, Tom, more or less," Eddie answered. "But he still has a thing or two coming. He's not really out of trouble yet."
Craig felt his cheeks redden, and looked shamefacedly at Tom.
"Ah, I see. Well, Mr. Martin, you know what my father always says."
"Yeah, Tom. I will. I'll take it like a man."
Tom laughed aloud as the two walked past him into the boat house.
"Well, let's see how you have recovered," Eddie said as they arrived back at the cabin. "Lift that robe, Craig, my man."
Craig turned his back to his brother in law and lifted the hem of his robe to show his still tingling bottom. The cool air felt good on his recently punished skin. Eddie put his hand on the right cheek and squeezed. "It doesn't look so red, now, Craig, my man, it looks down right normal."
"It still stings, though, when you squeeze it. Let me tell you that."
"Hmmm, I bet it does, yes, I bet it does. But it has lost that lovely pink color I so admire! But we can do something about that, can't we, Craig, my man, can't we?"
"Yes sir, we can, if we have to."
"Oh, we do, we do! I told Tommy you weren't quite through yet, and I wouldn't want to live to him. You wouldn't want me to, now would you?"
"No, Sir, I wouldn't. I guess it would be a shame to lie."
"Yes, it would, so just go on inside and stand in the corner. I forgot something I need at the boat house. I'll be right back."
Craig went inside and took off his robe and let it fall on the floor. He looked at his ass in the reflection in the mirror over the dresser and couldn't believe that it was a pale as it was. Unless you looked really close at a few places where the switch had been especially effective, there was no sign that he had been spanked so thoroughly so recently. He touched his ass to see if it was hot, but it was not. It was just warm and firm and smooth, without a blemish at all. Face cream and careful attention with good facial soap kept it that way.
He put his hands on the small of his back and rubbed his ass up and down. Ripples of tingling heat moved under his fingers. It wasn't pain; it wasn't even discomfort, It was sensation: a tingling and prickliness that he loved, knowing where it had come from.
He rubbed up and down, gently, firmly, up and down, from the small of his back to the top of his thighs and back again. He allowed the tips of his fingers to trace the crack in his ass, and to glide up and down the crack as his hands stimulated his ass. He turned toward the mirror, and with half open eyes, watched his _c_o_c_k_ stand up and bob as he rubbed his ass, up and down, slowly, firmly, gently up and down.
One finger penetrated the crack, and sought out his ass hole. It looked for the dark, moist socket as if borrowing into the ground, looking for a buried treasure. As his finger tip touched the soft spot, Craig gasped as little, and quivered. And just as he quivered, the door of the cabin opened and Craig jumped.
"Ah, not in the corner like you were told! And, with your finger up your ass, no doubt!"
"No, Sir, I mean, Yes, Sir, I mean, I am sorry I was not in the corner Sir, but my finger was not up my ass, Sir."
"No? Let me see your hand then." Eddie lifted his hand and touched the fingers to his nose. "I don't know, Craig, my man, this smells like ass hole to me. What does it smell like to you?" He thrust the hand in front of Craig's face while he continued to push is face into the corner of the cabin."
"No Sir. My finger was not up my ass, Sir." He loved playing the role. He knew he would be punished all the more for touching his ass, and doubly so for lying about it.
"What does it smell like to you, Tom?"
"Tom!?" Craig wheeled around from the corner and saw the lanky 18-year-old standing in the cabin. "You can't bring him in here, Eddie!"
"But I already have! And besides, he knows what's gong on anyway!"
"Yes, Mr. Martin, I do. I know you are making up for all those lost pinochle games. I just didn't know you paid exactly this way." Tom nodded at Craig's obviously excited penis.
"Tom, Craig is my slave for the day, and I have decided to paddle his ass for being such a bad car player."
"Sounds good to me, Mr. Newhouse. May I watch?"
"Sure boy, you can watch. As a matter of fact, if my arm tires, you may have to help me out."
"Now wait a minute...."
"Obedience, Craig, my man. Obedience is the name of the game, right?"
"Yeah, OK"
"'OK?' don't think so!"
"Yes, Sir, obedience is the name of the game."
"OK, then, get me that nice firm kitchen chair from the porch. Ah, no..... no need for a robe just for the front porch."
Craig gingerly stepped out onto the porch, stretched for the chair and grabbed it. He put in it the center of the cabin floor and closed the door. Eddie sat in the chair and patted his thighs as Tom walked over and leaned on the bottom of the bed. Craig laid down over his brother in laws lap, his ass facing Tom.
"OK, Craig, my man, you ready?"
"Yes, Sir." He tightened his ass and released it, just to make it jump a little. This turned Eddie on and he knew it. It turned Tommy on too, but Craig didn't know that.
His hands were on the floor on one side of the chair and his feet on the floor on the other. His head hung between his arms, and he could look back under the chair and see his toes arched to support his weight. Eddie rubbed Craig's ass gently, up and down, just as Craig had been doing when Eddie cought him, and with the same result.
The first slap was light, and teasing, but it made Craig moan in pleasure. "Hmmmm, yes Sir, thank you SIR."
"Spread those legs, Craig, my man and let me have a good shot at your old sit spot."
Craig spread his ankles as far apart as he could, and saw, upside-down between his legs, Tom, sitting on the end of the bed, stroking his growing basket. This was going to be fun! Getting spanked, pleasing his best friend and brother in law, and driving a kid crazy all at the same time! Loosing a bet is not always a loss, Craig thought, as the second slap landed at the base of his _c_o_c_k_.
There were many more. Many many, but Craig just moved and sighed and enjoyed it. There was nothing so pleasing as an over the knee hand spanking. He had always enjoyed those!
And evidently, as Eddie's arm began to tire, so did Tommy. The boy's pants were open now, and his huge adolescent _c_o_c_k_ was shiny and tight looking as the boy stroked it, in rhythm with the slaps to Craig's posterior.
"Well, Craig my man [swat!] are you about ready [swat!] to please our friend Tommy[swat!] here?[swat!]"
"Huh?" [swat!]
"Well, the boy is [swat!] our guest, and after all [swat!] you want to be [swat!] hospitable [swat!] [swat!] [swat!] right?"
"I'm gonna come!" Tommy gasped, and slung thick gobs of semen into the air as he jumped to his feet. One shot landed squarely on Craig's red savaged rump.
"Oh, wow, Mr. Newhouse! You give one hell of a spanking!" The kid was stuffing his still stiff _c_o_c_k_ back into his jeans.
"Yeah, Tommy, I'm pretty good at it. But, hey, don't put that away, you may have a use for it.
"Eddie, um, please." Craig was still across his brother in law's lap, and all too aware of how , well, available, his ass hole was.
"Get up, Craig my man, get up and stand over there. Tommy, when you get punished, who does it?"
"Punished? You mean, spanked? I haven't been spanked in a long time. Years."
"Ah, well, that is too bad. I thought you might tell me of the technique used on you."
The boy didn't say anything, but with his _c_o_c_k_ softening, he began to shift from one foot to the other, and to blush.
"Here," Eddie said, handing him a ping pong paddle. "Show me how you'd give a bad boy a paddling. Eddie did not turn around, or bend or anyting. Tommy didn't know what to do, but took the paddle in his right hand, and ran the fingers of his left hand over the surface.
Eddie took Craig by the shoulder and turned him around, so his crimson ass faced the boy. He whispered something into Craig's ear, and the man nodded, and slid his hands down his legs until he was holding his ankles with his knees slightly bent.
"Um, uh, well, um, I'd......" the boy stammered as he realized what he was being offered.
The blows were at first light, and tentative. Unfocused, he even missed with one blow, and hit Craig's hip. Meanwhile, Eddie knelt behind the boy and slowly pulled down his jeans and underpants.
The boy's _c_o_c_k_ responded, growing stiff again, and bobby up and down, to point at his belly. The blows were now more focused, fuller on the roundest part of Craig's ass, but still with very little force. Obviously, Eddie's hands, massaging Tommy's ass and gently pumping Tommy's penis were a distraction. As Tommy began to breath hard, Eddie grabbed the boy by the hips and spun him a quarter turn around. He sucked Tommy's penis in and kept it deep in his mouth, and Craig stood up, took the paddle from Tommy's hand and landed half a dozen good, hard, pistol-crack swats on the young, smooth, white ass.
"Wumphf! It's .... mumpf, .....mmmm. It is a good strong flavor your gism has, Tommy."
The boy was too far out of it to even know. His eyes up looking at the ceiling.
"Jesus Christ! What are you guys doing to me?"
"Nothing you don't need, Tommy." Eddie said, standing up and wiping his chin."
"Nothing you don't want." Craig said, tossing the paddle onto the bed and rubbing the boy's behind, affectionately.
"You're right, Mr. Martin. When I saw you in the boat house, I thought that's what was going on, um, I mean, a spanking, and so I snuck up here to see. Then Mr. Newhouse saw me, and invited me in to watch."
"You snuck up here? And were peeking in the window?"
"Yes, sir, and then Mr. Newhouse saw me, and asked me if I wanted to watch."
"Well, this is my cabin, Tommy, and Mr. Newhouse shouldn't have done that without asking me first, isn't that right Eddie?"
"Yes, I guess it is, Craig."
"But before he made his mistake, you made one by looking in my window. And I think that requires a little punishment?"
"Yes, Sir." Tommy smiled as he pushed off his boat shoes, and kicked off his jeans. He turned toward the chair, and leaned over the back, grasping the seat of the chair with both hands.
"I can see you've done this before."
"Yes, Mr. Martin, I have."
"Well, I hope we can give you something new."
"How many swats do I have to take, Mr. Martin?"
"That's entirely up to you, Tommy, entirely up to you."
Eddie walked around to the other side of the chair, and put his hand down to lift the boy's chin. "My brother in law here, is going to use that paddle on your behind, Tommy, until my come is dripping from your lips. So you can have as little or as much as you want, depending on how good you are as a _c_o_c_k_sucker. You have sucked _c_o_c_k_ before, I assume?"
"Well, yes Sir, but none so big as yours."
"Flattery, my boy, flattery will get you everything."
Still holding the boy's chin, Eddie used his other hand to position his only half flaccid organ at the boy's lips. The boy pursed his lips, as if to kiss the flesh, but sucked it in, in one long, hard, willing slurp.
The spanking began, and so did the blow job. Which was stronger? the blows to the boy's behind or the tugs on the man's penis? Almost in rhythm, one after another, the blows reddened the cool, pink flesh of Tommy's bottom, And just as quickly, the long hard sucking strokes reddened the stiffening flesh of Eddie's _c_o_c_k_, making the head turn almost purple, as it slipped, every once in a while, from the boy's soft lips.
Craig's body responded too. His _c_o_c_k_ grew and throbbed as he beat the boy's ass. He felt the pressure building in his balls, and slammed the paddle harder and harder against the up turned globes. At last, he could take it no more, threw the paddle aside, spit in his hand and rubbed it on his penis, and slammed his penis, in one long, hard, thrust up into the boy's waiting ass hole.
The boy shouted, and dropped the turgid _c_o_c_k_ he was sucking.
"Oh, no, Tommy, no way! You're gonna finish." Eddie growled in a guttural tone. He shoved his penis back into the warm moist cavity it had come from. Tommy let go of the chair seat and grabbed he older man's hips, pulling him into his mouth.
The two older men moved forward and back together, withdrawing and penetrating in unison, so that the boy felt both cavities alternately filled and stretched and emptied with the motion. Back and forth, in and out, all the while Craig massaging and squeezing the boy's red ass cheeks and Eddie fondling the boy's hair and face.
Craig came first. Copiously filling Tommy's ass with come he had been holding since early that morning. And then Eddie, less in amount and less violently, but nonetheless with great pleasure, filling the boy's mouth, till the semen dribbled out of the corner.
They all relaxed. And Tommy began to softly cry.
"What is it, Tommy? Too much for you?"
"No, sir, I mean, well, I've never been _f_u_c_k_ed before, and I haven't been spanked in years. and Well, I just am so grateful to you both.
"Yeah," Craig said, "Yeah, I know how you feel. Now, get dressed and get out of here. Eddie has one more job to do yet."
"Um, thanks again. And, um. well, um...."
"Yeah yeah yeah, I know kid. It's OK. Really. We'll talk to you before we leave tomorrow morning."
"OK. Good." Stuffing his _c_o_c_k_ into his jeans, and his underpants into his pocket, not buttoning his fly completely, and carrying his shoes and socks in his hands, Tommy must have looked pretty obvious on his way back to his own cabin.
Eddie closed the door behind the boy and threw the bolt. He turned back to the room just in time to see Craig dip two fingers into the Vaseline jar and spread a huge gob of the stuff all over his ass hole, pushing two, and then three finger inside.
"Well, Eddie, you got one more shot in you?"
"Yeah, I think so do Craig, I think so."
Craig lay over the edge of the bed, ankles wide apart, and reached back to spread his cheeks. Eddie stood strait and tall behind him, and began to rub is soft _d_i_c_k_, still wet with Tommy's spit, up and down the crack in Craig's ass.
Two bruises were coming on the left cheek. There were marks on the right cheek and on the right hip beyond the full part of the buttock. On the top of Craig's right thigh were three long, thin welts, that could have been marks from sitting on the edge of a bench or something, but that anyone who was there would recognize as remainders of the switch.
"I really did a number on your ass today, Craig, my man. I'm sorry if I got carried away."
"No, not at all, it was terrific. I loved it."
"Really?"
"Really. And getting Tommy in on it! Wow! What a great surprise."
Craig nuzzled into the bed, relaxed and pushed his ass up higher, feeling the stiffness and "bite" of the beatings he had taken.
"Well, think of it as a birthday present, Craig."
"Birthday present? It's not my birthday."
"It isn't? And here I have a present for you." Eddie slipped the head of his now stiff _c_o_c_k_ down the crack of Craig's up-turned anxious ass and gently but deeply penetrated him in a long, steady stroke.
"Hummmmm, and just the right size!"
When the car with their wives pulled up 20 minutes later, the men were still in the cabin. Eddie was in the shower. But Craig, savoring his servitude and loving the residual tingle in his behind, pulled up his "tighty whitey" briefs over his ass, his brother in law's come still oozing from his ass hole. It would be a sticky but very pleasant drive to the restaurant for dinner.