Zooming down the little-used back road in his Camaro, Jonny was feeling great. It was a hot summer night, and he hadn't been able to fall asleep in the heat. He gave up trying around two a.m., slipped out of bed and toweled the sweat off his smooth, muscular naked body. He pulled on a ratty pair of cut-off denim shorts, put the Camaro's top down, and went for a drive.
The powerful's car's tires squeaked slightly as he rounded a curve with the speedometer touching 80 mph. Oh man this wind feels good, Jonny thought as the cars speed brought gusts that whipped his collar-length blond hair. He was miles from town -- miles from anywhere, really. The road wound through thousands of acres of government forest land; he could drive as fast as he wanted. There wasn't a house or anyone living within miles.
As he pressed harder on the accelerator, the car shot forward, passing an access road for firefighters in case of a forest fire. A moment later, Jonny was momentarily blinded as brilliant headlights appeared in his rearview mirror -- headlights topped by the familiar flashing red-and-blue dome that signaled POLICE!
Oh _s_h_i_t_, Jonny thought as he touched the brake and began heading for the shoulder of the road. His dad would kill him if he had to ask for money for another speeding ticket! He was supposed to be working this summer between his freshman and sophomore years at college to SAVE money -- not waste it on traffic fines!
The car rolled to a stop on the dark shoulder and Jonny turned off the ignition. The police cruiser nosed up behind the Camaro, and seconds later a bright spotlight sprang to life and played its beam over Jonny and his car, then went out. Jonny heard the solid thunk as the cop shut the door to the cruiser, the crunch of his boots on the gravel as he appraoched the Camaro.
"License and registration, please," a deep voice demanded. Jonny fumbled for his wallet -- and realized he hadn't brought it with him! "Oh - uh - I just went out for a ride to cool off, I forgot to bring it," he said, looking at the police officer for the first time. In the eerie flashing light from the cruiser, the cop was a menacing figure. Well over six feet tall, his dark blue uniform fitted closely to a powerful body, to swelling biceps and thick thighs. Though it was night, Jonny noticed the cop was wearing mirrored sunglasses that flickered in the flashing lights.
"Step out of the car, son," the cop said. Jonny opened the door and got out of the car. The gravel of the shoulder hurt his bare feet, and he looked up at the grim face of the cop who towered over his own five-foot-eight body. "Ane idea how fast you were going, son?" the cop demanded in that same deep, flat voice. "I - I don't know. I guess pretty fast," the apprehensive boy said. "Yeah, I'd say so," the cop said with a half-sneer, "How does ninety-six miles an hour sound to you?" "I'm sorry, officer. I swear I didn't know I was going that fast!" Jonny said. "You're in a _s_h_i_t_load of trouble, son," the cop said. "Speeding that fast is automatically reckless driving, too. Driving without your license or registration. Driving in your bare feet's against the law, too, in case you didn't know," and the cop gestured downward with the big chrome flashlight he held. "You're looking at a court date and about five hundred dollars in fines," the cope said, flipping open his ticket clipboard.
"Oh man. Oh my god," Jonny said. "My dad will kill me! Five hundred bucks!" "Maybe you should have thought of that before you decided to go cruising like an Indy driver," the cop said. "Hey man -- I mean sir -- hey, can't we work something out? Can't you give me a warning or something? I swear I won't do it again! I just can't pay that much fine." The cop half-chuckled again through his mean sneer. "Ha. A warning, huh? I know what a warning means to a kid like you -- nothing." "No, I really mean it. Please! That's a lot of money for my dad. Can't we please work something else out?" Jonny begged. The cop snapped his clipboard closed and looked at the boy. "Don't know why your old man should have to pay for something you did, son" he said. "'Work something out', huh? What'd you have in mind?" Jonny thought quickly. The money in his desk -- it wasn't much, but -- "I've - um - I've got about sixty bucks in my desk. You could follow me back to town, I'd give it to you. Okay?"
The cop stared at Jonny a long time. His deep voice broke the silence suddenly. "You know how long you can go to jail for trying to bribe a law officer, son?" he demanded. Sweat broke out on Jonny's forehead and under his arms. "You really wanna go to jail for two-to-five?" the cop said. "I'm sorry!" the frightened boy burst out. "Please - I didn't mean it like that!" "Yeah, right, that's what they all say," the cop snarled, reaching back to unclasp bright steel handcuffs from his belt. "Turn around and put you hands behind your back!" "PLEASE! No! Ple..." Jonny began to protest, but the powerful man swung him around to face the car and pushed him roughly down across the trunk lid, holding him against the cold metal with his strong left arm. He grabbed Jonny's right arm, brough it up behind his back, and snapped the cuff onto his wrist. Then the cop did the same with Jonny's left arm, cuffing his wrists together. The boy was too terrified to struggle as the cop grabbed a handful of Jonny's hair and jerked him upright, then swung the boy around to face him again.
"You little smart-assed punk," the cop spat. "You go blowin' down the road like Mario Andretti, then you try to buy a cop off? What kinda little moron are you?" "Please don't arrest me!" Jonny begged. "Please! I've never been any trouble, I..." The burly cop cut him off with a push in the middle of the boy's bare chest that sent him off-balance, falling to the gravel shoulder. "I don't wanna hear it, punk," the man said. Jonny stared up at the towering figure. His eyes filled with tears of pain and humiliation. "And I'm not gonna arrest you," the cop said with a nasty smile. "Like I said, why should your old man pay for something you did? He'd have to bail you out. He'd have to pay the lawyer. Nah, I can take care of a smart-ass little punk like you myself."
"Wh - What do you mean?" the frightened boy asked, sprawled on the ground. "Shut up," the cop commanded, shoving the boy with the sole of his tall black boot, "Do what you're told or you're gonna wish I did put you in jail!" He bent down and jerked Jonny upright by his arm, then began half-leading, half-draggin the boy through the tall weeds into the thick woods. Jonny's mind was racing; was the cop going to kill him and leave his body out here? He trembled with fear and with the chill in the air in the coolness of the woods, cold in nothing but cut-off jeans. Crickets chirped as the cop pulled him deeper and deeper into the woods, the bright moonlight dappled on the twig-littered ground.
Jonyy was sure they must have come nearly a quarter-mile into the woods when the cop jerked to a stop in a large clearing, lighted almost as brightly as day by the full moon. A ring of smooth-barked aspen trees of all different sizes encircled the clearing. The cop stopped as if looking around, then pulled Jonny over to one of the trees. He uncuffed the boy's right hand. "Put your arms around the tree, punk!" the cop ordered. Confused, Jonny did as he was ordered. His fingertips barely touched on the other side. The cop moved around and refastened the cuffs, binding the boy to the thick trunk with his bare chest pressed tightly to the smooth bark and his arms aching from the strain.
The cop moved off a little distance. Is he just going to leave me here like this?, Jonny wondered in a panic. Nobody would ever find him! He'd die! "Hey!" the boy yelled. "Don't leave! Please!" No answer. Jonny heard a sharp snap near where the cop had disappeared from view, then the man's boots crunching toward him. "Oh, don't worry, punk, I'm not leaving," the cop said from just behind Jonny. "Look at me!" he ordered the boy. Turning his face away from the tree trunk, Jonny looked. With the long glittering blade of a pocketknife, the cop was leisurely stripping the bark from a yard-long, thin straight branch about as thick as his little finger. The exposed white wood gleamed in the moonlight as the flexible branch bent and swayed under the cop's whittling knife. "See this, punk?" the cops asked. "Ye - yes," the frightened boy replied. "Back where I come from, when a punk kid gets outta line, this is what we use on his ass. And that's what's gonna happen to you!" the cop snarled, whipping the now peeled cane through the air with a loud whiiiiiiiish! "No! Don't! You can't do that, please!" the terrified boy cried out. He knew he was helpless to stop the caning. He realized with horror that he had no underwear to help protect him under the denim shorts -- and the shorts were old, worn and thin, with several holes in them. They would hardly stop a flyswatter, let alone the yard-long cane the cop was moving into position with!
"Watch me!" the burly man laughed as he moved off to stand to the boy's left, a little behind the trembling figure bound to the tree. Without another word, WWWHIIISSHH! CRACK! The cane flew through the air and landed with terrific force squarely across the center of the boy's asscheeks. "YEEOOWW!" Jonny yowled as a line of white-hot fire blazed across his bottom, a line of agony like nothing he'd ever felt. Tears of pains overflowed his blue eyes and spilled down his smooth cheeks.
Behind him the big cop smiled at the result of his work. The thin denim had disintegrated under the savage blow, and a glowing red stripe of the boy's bare ass showed where the cane had destroyed the fabric and seared Jonny's ass. SSWWIISSHH! CRACK! Again the cane slammed against the boy's writhing bottom, this time low down on the thickest fleshy part of the buttocks. "OOOOOOWWWWWOOOO!!!!!!!" the boy nearly screamed, his full bubble butt frantically wriggling to escape the incredible pain. Once more the vicious stroke had demolished the worn denim, and another broad stripe of red swollen flesh appeared. Only the thick double-sewn seam down the crack of the ass remained intact.
"OH GOD PLEASE!" the boy begged after the second stroke bit into his blazing butt like a stroke of lightning. The pain was unbelievable, a raging blaze of agony that spread outward from his brutalized ass. He sobbed uncontrollably as the welts pulsed with a fiery insistence. Yet the cop paid no notice. SSWWIIIIISSHHHH! CRACK! SWWIISSH!
CRACK! SSSWWWIIISSHH!!! CRACK! Over and over the cane whistled through the air, driven by the big officer's strong arm, and bit into Jonny's behind like a blade dipped in acid. "YEEEEEEOOOOWWWWOHGOD!!! OW OW OW!!! OWOGOD PLEASE OWWW!!!!!!" the boy screamed as the searing strokes blistered his helpless ass cheeks. The pain was so horrible that Jonny felt nauseous; waves of agony spread outward from the glowing epicenter of his thoroughly caned bottom.
Again the burly cop smiled at the boy's shrieks, at the few tatters of denim left covering Jonny's tortured bottom. Yet -- someone might hear. Stepping up closer to the boy, he mumbled, "I'm tired of your noise. Let's take care of that." With a jerk of his powerful arm, he hooked his hand in the waistband of the cutoffs and ripped them savagely off Jonny's body. The boy yowled and retched as the vicious rip momentarily crushed his balls against his crotch and scratched across the pulsating welts on his backside. Without a word, the cop reached up with the torn cutoffs and stuffed them into the boy's wailing mouth. Through his sobs, Jonny could taste the funk and musk of his own crotchsweat, but his cries were effectively muffled -- his hands were cuffed, and the cop had stuffed the denim cutoffs in too far for him to be able to spit them out.
SSWWWIIISSSH! CRACK! SWWWIIISSH!!! CRACK! SSSWWWIIISSHH!! CRACK! Over and over the strong cop flailed Jonny's now-completely-bared butt with the punishing cane, as the boy writhed against the tree and let out muffled screams through the shorts stuffed in his mouth. SSSWWWWIIISSSHHH! CRACK! (twenty) .........SSSWWWIIISSSHH!!! CRACK!!! (twenty five) SSSWWWWIIISSSHHHHH!!!!!!!!! CARRRRRRRAAACCCKKKK!!!!! (forty!).
Jonny was nearly unconscious with pain -- in fact, he wished with all his heart that he WOULD pass out. The brutal beating had covered every inch of his smooth ass with agonizing welts which glowed like hot coals! He was sobbing so hard that his face was chapping from the tears coursing down his cheeks, and his throat was ripped raw with screaming muffled by the shorts the cop had gagged him with.
Behind him, the cop surveyed his work with satisfaction. Jonny's naked bottom was crisscrossed with dozens of red-and-purple stripes, and each time the punishing cane slammed across the boy's ass, a new line of agony appeared. The cop had been counting to himself. When he reached FIFTY, he stopped. Jonny was a beaten animal, soaked with sweat, his ass a mass of raised welts radiating white-hot pain, sobbing uncontrollably through the gag of ripped shorts.The massive cop threw the cane down, went around the tree and uncuffed the boy.
Jonny sank down in the dirt like an animal, holding his brutalized backside with both hands, tears pouring down his cheeks. The cop reached down and jerked the destroyed shorts from his mouth. "Don't EVER let me catch you again!" was all the cop said before he strode off into the woods.
After a while the boy came to himself. Limping with the fire in his bottom, naked and barefoot, he found his way back to the road and his car. Holding himself up with his legs, so his incredibly sore bottom wouldn't touch the seat, he drove back to town -- obeying the speed limit all the way. He parked, looked around, then let himself back into his apartment.
Shortly after daybreak, Jonny sprang awake. He'd been locked in a dream of the the cop caning him, the long flexible cane flying through the air to sizzle into his bare ass ... and .... his belly was sticky, the sheets damp. Jonny realized he'd shot his load in his sleep as he hadn;t since he was fourteen. And, his caned bottom still glowing with agony, he sleepily wished for the cop to appear and correct him again.
He did. But that's another story..............