One time, Bob took me on a backpacking trip. Usually, we got along pretty well on these trips because there wasn't too many things I could mess up and get punished for. And so, the first few days of the trip went well. Of course, I already knew that I was not supposed to play around with his stuff and I had been punished for that in the past. On the third day of our trip, we had stopped after hiking for the day, and I picked up Bob's compass and started trying to work with it. Bob told me to put it down. I sort of ignored him and was trying to adjust it when all of a sudden, it sprung apart. I was pretty surprised. So was Bob.
"What did you do?" he asked angrily.
"I don't know, I wasn't trying to do anything." I had a bad feeling that something was going to happen I didn't like.
"You know better than to play with my things, Tim." Bob said, standing up, his face getting angrier. Looking at me intently, he started to unbuckle his belt, pulling it off and doubling it up. It was a pretty heavy brown leather belt, and Bob had applied it a good number of times to my rear end, usually pretty hard, too.
"Get up, Tim." I stood up "Come on, Bobby, I was just trying to make it work." I pleaded.
"You know what happens when you play with my things, don't you, Tim?" Bob asked, belt in hand. I just nodded my head.
"Okay, Tim, drop trou and get over that log" Bob said, pointing with his belt to a good sized fallen log near us.
"Come on, Bobby, not out here in the open, wait til we get home." I figured at least if I postponed it, he might forget. At least I wouldn't get spanked right out in the open where anyone could wander by.
Bob shook his head and snapped the belt. "Over the log, Tim, NOW!"
I stood up, and lowered my jeans, leaving just my jockey briefs between Bob's belt and my butt. I carefully laid over the log and waited. I didn't have to wait long. CRACK! Bob took the belt and gave me a good lick across the butt. CRACK! WHACK! "Ow!" WHACK! "OWWW" WHACK!!! He was whipping me good, and all I could do was beg and kick. Bob kept it up for about two dozen good hard strokes and then told me to get up. I stood up, rubbing my butt and looking embarrassed like a spanked little boy. I was glad it was over.
"Don't think that's it, Tim", Bob said, threading his belt back on his pants and buckling it up. "When we get home, you'll get it good. I just don't want to do it here where someone might here you crying. So you just wait til I get you home!"
The rest of the trip was okay, but I was thinking of what Bob was going to do to me when he got me home. Several times I looked at his belt and thought about it coming off when we got home. Once, we went swimming in a pond and he unbuckled the belt and took it off; it made me nervous just to hear Bob unbuckle it.
While we were driving home, Bob didn't say anything about the spanking. I thought once or twice that he might have forgotten. But I knew that he probably hadn't and so as we got closer and closer to our apartment, I got more and more anxious. I figured he would take that belt and wear my rear end off. When we got home, Bob went in and unpacked his stuff. A little later, he came out with the broken compass in hand, looking at me. He went to the kitchen and took the paddle that he had bought off the wall where he had hung it. It was one of those paddle game paddles, big and round. He popped it against his thigh. "Okay, Tim, let's get in the bedroom and take care of business"
"Please, Bobby, don't use the paddle. I didn't mean to break it!"
His face grew angrier. "You're going to get some with the belt too for arguing. Now get in the bedroom NOW!" I quietly followed him into his bedroom. Bob sat on the bed and told me to take my jeans down and get over his knees. He quickly adjusted me so my butt was just over his right thigh.
"Don't ever play with my stuff again, Tim. Do you understand?" I told Bob I did and that I was sorry but that was answered by WHACK, a really hard swat with the paddle. Bob really laid into me, WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK, spanking the tar out of me. After twelve or so swats, I was begging him to stop and kicking and yelling and trying to leap right off his lap, but he kept me in place and spanked away. I was kicking my legs but the paddle kept coming. WHACK WHACK My butt was on fire, and I didn't think I could take any more. Finally, Bob stopped and told me to get up.
"You going to argue any more when I tell you what to do, Timothy?" I was crying a bit and shook me head no. Bob started to unbuckle that brown belt, slowly slipping it from between the loops of his jeans, and doubling it up.
"Okay, Timothy, lay down on the bed." I laid face down on the bed and WHACK, Bob drove the belt into my already aching butt. WHACK WHACK WHACK. Boy, it hurt so much I didn't think I could take any more, but he kept it up. WHACK WHACK. After a dozen strokes with the belt, Bob stopped and told me to get up.
"The next time you touch my stuff, Tim, you get the paddle bare. Do you understand?" I nodded yes, rubbing my butt. It hurt and I thought I would never touch his stuff again. But I was wrong and eventually got the paddle bare.