It was the summer before my senior year of highschool. My parents were going out of town for a week and my grandmother was going along with them. This would mean I would have to stay with my Grandfather during the families trip. My family left out Friday night and Grandpa and I had a long talk about what I was expected to do while the family was away. I agreed to everything and asked if I could go out with my friends that night. My Grandpa said I could as long as it didnt take anytime away from my chores.
The first night I was home in plenty of time to get sleep and be up to do my chores. Saturday night I left again with my friends but we didnt return till almost 4:00 am. I fell asleep in my clothes and awoke about 11:30 that morning. As soon as i looked at the clock I knew I was in trouble. There was a note on the table saying for me to clean out the horses stalls, along with what seemed a 100 other things to do. The note also said that my Grandpa had gone to town and would not return till late. Thank God I thought, that means I still can get all the work done before he gets back.
I took off my clothes and threw on an old pair of overalls to work in. I thought to myself, I should really eat some breakfast before heading out to do all this work. So I reached in the cabinet pulled out some cereal and fixed myself some breakfast. By now it was almost noon and I felt as though I had plenty of time still before Grandpa got back, after all he said it would be late.
I finished up breakfast and started up the dirt road to where the barn is located. About half way up I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldnt believe my eyes, it was my granpa's truck. But he said he wouldnt be home till late, OH _s_h_i_t_, I took off running as fast as I could toward the barn. The whole time praying that he had taken another truck and not this one. I got to the barn and opened the door to go inside. There stood my Grandpa with a pitchfork in his hand cleaning out the stalls. I didnt know what to say, but the words "oh _s_h_i_t_" escaped from my lips.
"Where the hell you been boy ?" my Grandpa said. I just stood there dumbfounded. " I asked you a question boy, where you been ?" I knew he was mad, his face was as red as a beet. I overslept, I am really sorry, really I am. Those words fell upon deaf ears. "What was the agreement we had son ? do you remember our agreement ?" he said. "yes sir, I could go out only if it didnt mean taking time away from my chores" I said. He looked me up and down and with every glance I knew I was in the deepest trouble I had ever been in with him.
Come over here and look at this, my Grandpa said. I slowly walked over and looked at all the clean stalls. " I had to do your work today boy, not my work but your work" my grandpa said in a deep iritated voice. "It wont happen again I promise" I said almost crying already. We both stood there face to face for what seemed like an eternity. Then came the voice of our local agriculture representitive. Paul had been a friend of the family for years and he and my grandpa were very close.
"What are you two up to today ?" Paul said. My grandpa looked at him and said " Im about to teach this young man about the meaning of responsiblity ". And of course my grandpa had to explain the whole situation to Paul. Paul looked at me and said, " In my day if I had not done my chores and my pappy had to do them he would have blistered my ass ." "And that is whats going to happen to this young man here" my grandpa said. I knew he meant it too.
My grandpa and Paul talked a few minutes about business, I just stood there not knowing what to say or do. I started to walk over to one of the stools and set down when my grandpa yelled from across the barn, "where are you going ?" To sit down I said. "Oh no, you get over there to the corner and strip those overalls off and put your hands on your head, and face the corner" my grandpa said. I knew not to say no to granpa even with paul there. I walked over to the corner and shucked off the overalls. I turned to face the corner with just my white boxers and work boots on. Paul and my Grandpa walked over to where I stood. My grandpa reached over and tugged on my boxers, "why are you still wearing these, get them off and get them off now" he shouted. Paul just laughed. I reached down and slowly slid them off over my work boots. There I stood facing the corner naked as a jaybird. My grandpa and Paul continued to talk, then all of a sudden I felt a smack on my ass, it stung for just a second then I heard Paul say, "well that lily white ass wont be white for long boy after your grandpa gets thru with you" and with that they both laughed. I didnt dare say a word. My grandpa laughed and said " you know I dont have a belt, boy go to the house and fetch my leather belt." I could feel the fear rise up into my stomach, I would have to walk all the way to the house naked and get the belt. But I dare not pause because if I did I knew it would be worse. I turned around to start to leave the barn and Paul put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey maybe you should put this here boy out to stud, look at the _c_o_c_k_ on him" Paul said jokingly. I looked down, my _c_o_c_k_ had became fully hard and was sticking straight out.
My grandpa looked at my _d_i_c_k_ and made the comment that the last time he had whipped me I had came like a race horse. "Maybe he likes having his ass beat" Paul said. "Think he will enjoy it today ?" Paul said as he let out a loud laugh. Then I heard the sound of leather being pulled out of belt loops. I looked and Paul was taking off his black leather belt. He handed it to my Grandpa and said "Here dont make the poor boy walk all that way, just use mine." With that my grandpa took the belt and told me I would not forget to get up and do my chores next time.
My grandpa lead me to the middle of the barn, there he took some rope and threw up over one of the beams. Then he tied my wrist together. I could move a litte but not very far. I turned to see Paul standing next to one of the gates on one of the stalls. He had pulled out a cigar and was smoking it. The next thing I knew my grandpa was telling me to turn face the door and stick my ass out.
I stood there like a batter but this time I was going to be the ball. Then I heard the loud swish and then fire lit up my ass, the first stroke had it all the way across my ass. I jumped and my grandpa yelled to hold still. I got back in place and then the second swish and again my ass felt like a thousand matches had been stuck to it. I jumped again and began to plead for him to stop. My grandpa once again told me to hold still and stick that ass out. But my ass was on fire and I didnt want anymore of it. I began to move around so as to miss the belt. A few of the strokes landed on my legs and one across the small of my back.
Paul was watching the whole escapade. Finally Paul walked over and took the belt from grandpa. "Your doing it all wrong" paul said. He walked over to where the bench was and grabbed some more rope. He walked back and quickly tied a length of rope around my balls and _c_o_c_k_. Then he proceeded to throw the rope up over the same rafter and tie it to my hands. So when i pulled my hands down it pulled my balls and _c_o_c_k_ up. Now I was in no shape to move at all. With that my grandpa proceeded to beat my ass red with the belt. Every time I jumped from the pain my balls would produce another pain. After about 15 swats my grandpa stopped. I was in tears, and my ass was on fire. My grandpa handed Paul his belt back and they both untied my hands and _c_o_c_k_. I fell to the ground holding my ass.
"You got off easy son" Paul said, "My pappy would have beat me within an inch of my life." "He aint done yet" my grandpa said. My head was swimming, I didnt think I could take anymore. "Get up" my grandpa shouted. I tried pulling my self up but my legs were weak. My grandpa reached down and grabbed me by the back of the neck jerking me up. Paul said something I am not sure what, but grandpa said "OH YEAH".
The next thing I knew i was told to go stand in the corner again. I did and could hear them talking behind me but dared not look. Then I heard Paul say, I think your going to enjoy this son. then he and grandpa started laughing.
I turned around and saw a plank laying across the lowest beams in the cieling. "get up there now" my grand pa said. "But why" I cried. "Just do it" grandpa said. I climbed up and saw a hole in the plank. I laid down across the plank. "Now put your _c_o_c_k_ thru the hole boy" Paul said. "What kind of sick mother_f_u_c_k_er are you" I mumbled. My grandpa heard me and told me if I didnt watch my mouth I wouldnt have a pecker to _f_u_c_k_ with. I knew he meant business so i reached down and stuck my pecker thru the hole.
I was about 7 feet off the ground and my _d_i_c_k_ was sticking thru a hole in the plank. what were they going to do I thought. It didnt take long to find out. Paul grabbed my hands and tied them together while my grandpa did the same to my feet. and to secure i didnt get up, like there was anychance I could, they tied those roped to beams running up the walls of the barn. Little did I know what was about to occur.
I lay there waiting not knowing. Then I heard a swish, and I felt the pain of my _c_o_c_k_ being hit. I thought my ass had been on fire but hell, that was nothing compared to this. Again a swish and again my _c_o_c_k_ radiated heat from the blow. Then I heard nothing but laughter and then the feeling of a hand hitting my _c_o_c_k_. It hurt but nothing like the belt did. Then there was silence.
" I told you he like getting his ass beat" I heard my grandpa say. "He must look at all that precum running out of his _d_i_c_k_" Paul said. I could have died of embarrassment if my _c_o_c_k_ hadnt been hurting so bad. Here I was stark naked and my grandpa and his best friend seeing my hard _d_i_c_k_ and not only that but with precum oozzing forth.
I lay there what seemed an eternity. then another swoosh sound and my _c_o_c_k_ felt as though a thousand wasp had stung it all at once. I screamed, I couldnt take it any more. Then another swish and again my _c_o_c_k_ became the center of my attention. I couldnt concentrate on anything but my _d_i_c_k_, the pain was so unbelievable. "Are you taking a piss boy or is that just precum running out of your pecker there" Paul said.
Then silence again. Then I felt my hands being untied, and my feet. Then I heard grandpa say " get up from there and climb down here." I did so in a hurry, I sure wanted to get my clothes back on and get out of there. I jumped down and my grandpa was standing there with a bucket of save that we put on horses. He said it would help ease the burning on my ass and _d_i_c_k_. He told me to bend over and he would put some on my ass for me since I couldnt see to do it. I bent over and heard a loud swish, my ass caught fire again. This time it was Paul wielding the belt. Paul laughed and told me I deserved it for making him have to help grandpa discipline me.
Grandpa handed me the bucket and told me to put some on my pecker. I looked down for the first time and saw my _c_o_c_k_. It looked as if it had been painted red. The head was the deepest purple color I had ever seen. I just stood there in shock. I just kept looking at my _d_i_c_k_.
"Well if he aint going to put it on I guess we will have to put it on for him, cant let that thing get infected now can we." Paul grabbed my arm and tied it to one of the gates, then my grandpa followed suit and and tied my other one to the gate also. here I was my back to the gate and my _d_i_c_k_ sticking out like a steel rod. Paul reached into the bucket as did my grandpa. then they started smearing the stuff all over my balls and _c_o_c_k_. It did ease the burning but the slickness mixed with the motion began making me feel like I was going to cum any minute.
I started to moan and Paul jokingly said, hey maybe he is going to cum, "you going to cum boy, huh ?" I couldnt speak, the pain mixed with the pleasure made me weak in the knees. They both kept rubbing and my _d_i_c_k_ began to twitch. Then I looked down and saw cum shooting out of my _d_i_c_k_ head. It seem to shoot 3 feet or better. I moaned and moaned and finally they both stopped. I saw them walk to the end of the barn and my grandpa gave Paul back his belt. "Any time you need help keeping him straight you call me" Paul said. I heard his truck door shut and heard as he drove away. My grandpa came back to where I was tied to the gate. He undid the ropes on my arms and told me to get to the house and clean up, and to be laying on the bed with my ass in the air for when he got finished I was going to get another whipping with his belt.
I went home and washed up, god the water on my _c_o_c_k_ burned. I went to the bed and took the pillows and put them on top of each other and laid down over them with my ass in the air. I must have fell asleep because I was awoke with a pain on my ass. the first stroke had landed. Why couldnt I have been able to sleep thru it I thought. Then another and another in rapid succession. My ass was aflame again. my _c_o_c_k_ was bent behind me and pushing against the pillows. My grandpa stopped for a second then with a slight flick of the belt, he hit square on my nutsack. I let out a scream you could hear a mile away. Then another quick flick and again right on my nutsack. I started crying like a baby. Begging for him to stop. He told me that I must take my punishment like a man, and then learn from it. Then came about 10 more strokes of the belt on my ass. I was a blubbering baby by the time it was over.
Then came the thing I would remember most of all. My grandfather got up and told me to report to him in the living room in 5 minutes and not to be wearing anything at all.
He walked out of the room, I just lay there crying but knew I had better be in that living room in 5 minutes.
I walked into the living room and there sat my grandpa. He told me to stand in front of him. He gave me this long lecture about not doing my chores. And he asked if I had learned my lesson. "Yes sir, I have learned my lesson" I said. Fine but to make sure your not jerking off and not doing your chores, for the next 3 nights after supper you will report in this living room to me, and you will lay in the floor and jack off 3 times. That way you wont have your mind on girls or _s_e_x_ but will keep it where it should be and that is on chores. "Since you have had your whippings tonight you may only jerk off once." Now do you accept your punishment, or do you want me to tell your parents that you were no help around here. I sure as hell didnt want that because then dad would lay into me with his belt. So I accepted the punishment and for the next 3 nights i lay there and jacked off 3 times. And I must say my mind sure was not on _s_e_x_ or girls but on my chores. You dont know how tough it is to jack off when your _c_o_c_k_ has been beat with a belt.
That was the last time my grandpa ever had to spank me, and to this day when a job needs to be done I do it right then, no loafing or goofing off.