Curfew

I started dating Janet in my junior year of high school. It wasn't really that serious or anything at first, but socially it was important to be dating SOMEONE, especially in the second half of the year when the Junior/Senior prom began to loom on the horizon. In a small town like ours there were really only two choices for a guy, you could have a girlfriend and be part of the crowd, or you could be a loser and hang out on the edge of everything. When I was in high school, in the 1950' s, in the South, we weren't cruel about it or anything, I mean everyone still got invited to all the parties, no one got cut out of anything, but certain people were just the `losers,' too ugly, too dumb, too weird... alone...not part of the `in crowd.' Looking back, I'm sure everybody had some secret part of themselves deep inside that was terrified that they might someday become one of the losers....

They say that in everyone's life there is a moment when the real world forces it's way in and you later feel like you grew up a lot in a short period of time. For me it was that spring, junior year, when Janet's father died. The whole world changed . It affected all of our friends and us. I was Janet's boyfriend and I was expected to be with her. And I was, I wanted to be. I went to the funeral and stood beside her, I kept her company a lot, just quiet like, not really talking about anything, ju st being together. We ended up feeling very close to each other. Out of that closeness I suddenly began to think of this as a possible lifelong relationship...I was getting serious...I also began thinking more and more about _s_e_x_. Janet and I had fooled around in the car and all that, but I hadn't really thought about trying to get her to let me do it with her until then; she wasn't that kind of girl, and quite frankly, I wasn't really that kind of guy.

Because the prom was scheduled for only a few days after the funeral, the prom committee offered to cancel it. But Janet's mom thanked them for their consideration and asked them please not to. Janet and I didn't go though, we spent the evening at her house with her family. It was quiet and sad. Janet's older brother Tom had come back from college; he wasn't going back to finish the year which would have been his sophomore year. He was three years older than we were, which back in high school meant that he was practically a real adult and moved in completely different circles.

Tom was a local hero of sorts: he had been a star athlete in school, a very popular guy with the ladies, won a half scholarship to college, and was now studying at the State University. He was the only kid from our town studying in college at that point. He was polite to all the adults and wasn't conceited or full of himself. Everyone liked him and respected him. I don't think he knew I was alive till I started dating Janet 'cause I didn't have any older brothers or sisters that he might have kno wn in school, but he was a good guy and I suppose I kind of wished we were closer. That evening though, the night of the prom, I couldn't find anything to say to him other than the usually empty phrases. I tried to start a conversation a couple of times but he just sort of nodded in response. When he got up to leave the room though, he stopped for a second, put his hand on my shoulder and said simply, "Thanks." Then he went outside.

Tom stayed on at the house for a couple weeks after the funeral, helping his ma, taking care of his younger brothers and sisters including Janet who just about worshipped him. He got a summer job at the lumberyard toward the end of the school year and slowly people began to socialize with him again. Some of the young, carefree charm had definitely gone out of him though and everyone could feel it. He also started drinking a bit too much, but everyone said it would just be for a while. He was grieving they said -- Everyone has to do that in their own way.

A few weeks after the funeral Janet and I started going out a bit again, just to the movies and stuff. By then Tom had clearly become the man of the house and he set Janet's curfew at midnight which wasn't really a problem. But on our third or fourth date we got home late by more than an hour. Tom was sitting on the porch when we pulled up. He stood up slowly and walked down the steps to the car. I started to apologize but he cut me off with a wave of his hand. He turned to Janet and told her to go inside and up to her room. When she hesitated he snapped out "NOW!" in a way that showed he meant business. He turned and watched her go up the steps and inside and waited till he saw her light go on upstairs. Then he turned to me. Real soft but hard as steel he said:

"My ma was scared...thought you had an accident or something..."

I started to mumble my apologies again, but he cut me off.

"Shut up." There was a long pause. "Curfew is midnight."

"I know and I'm sor..." He cut me off again.

He talked to me about how their mom was easily upset these days, how having lost one loved one made her so scared of the possibility of losing another, about responsibility, about a lot of things...his voice seemed a lot older than his looks. He ended by saying that it wasn't to happen again. I immediately promised it wouldn't.

"Well, we're going to make sure of that."

There was another long pause.

"One of the two of you is gonna to get a lickin' tonight," he said matter-of-factly. "Are you gonna take it or do I have to go get Janet out of bed and take her out to the shed?"

I was stunned and just stood there speechless. I hadn't expected this at all. Where I grew up it certainly wasn't unheard for a guy my age to get a whipping. In gym class it was pretty easy to see who was getting an old-fashioned upbringing and whether they were getting it barehand or with a belt or a switch. But I hadn't received any corporal punishment for years. From what Janet had told me about her family though, my guess is that Tom, as the oldest, had taken some good ones from his dad. I even knew where -- in the tool shed off to the side of the house. I could feel my pulse racing and I was having a little trouble breathing. He was only a couple years older than me and a little bigger but not that much. He had to be kidding! But he sure looked serious.

"I ain't much for whippin' a girl, but someone's gonna get it tonight."

Tom looked at me on last time, waited a moment, then gave a little disgusted snort and turned back towards the house. He'd already taken a few steps by the time I found my voice.

"Wait a minute!," I cried. "Just hold on a second...." I was breathing heavy and I'm sure he could smell the nervousness on me. The thought of Janet taking a licking for being out late with me was just impossible...she'd hate me for it...and if anyone else found out...and they would..... God, what would people say....he wouldn't really, would he?...if I just walked away, he'd probably just drop the whole thing...I was trying to think, but it was all happening too fast...when I looked up at him, though, I could tell he wasn't kidding and if I walked off he wasn't going to let it go...

I couldn't believe there wasn't a way out of this --something I could say... I was used to being able to talk my way out of tight spots, but this time I just couldn't find the words. . "Look, I promise it won't happen again, Tom. I promise!" I said desperately.

Tom turned and looked a me; it was clear he was sizing me up. Suddenly I could feel that I was blushing; my face felt hot even in the nighttime air. He waited a moment and seemed just about ready to turn around again.

"DON'T!" I said too loudly, then added in a hoarse whisper, "I mean, don't get Janet...uh...I mean...I guess it was my responsibility, right?"

Tom nodded that he agreed, but he didn't move.

"Alright...alright....What kind of lickin' are we talking about?"

"Any way I want to give it," he said calmly.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants. "But I mean, what are you gonna use...."

"Anything I see fit!"

There was no way out. I looked around one last time before mumbling, "Okay. Let's just get it over with."

Tom didn't exactly smile but his face softened a bit and I could sense I'd done the right thing as far as he was concerned which gave me a little hope. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and led me off to the shed almost as if we were buddies going off drinking or something.

Tom switched on the light -- one naked lightbulb which cast a lot of spooky shadows around. The shed was small and filled mostly with tools and the usual stuff. But it was obvious where the lickings usually took place because there was one pile of wood about waist high with a scrap of carpet on top and lots of space cleared around it. Tom let go of my neck and we stood in silence for a while. I looked around and saw that there was a thick leather strap and next to it a wooden paddle hanging on nails inside the door. I took a sharp breath and felt dizzy. Tom saw what I was looking at and smiled. Then he slowly took out a cigarette and lit it. As an afterthought he offered me one which I turned down.

"Your daddy whup you with stuff like that?"

"No.....once or twice with a belt....but not since I was a kid."

"So what did he do?"

"Spanked me, mostly."

"Bareass?"

I nodded, not very happy with the direction the conversation was taking.

"Over his knee?"

I nodded again.

"Did it hurt?"

"I guess so...it was a long time ago."

"He make you cry?"

I stared up at the ceiling for a moment before responding quietly: "Yeah....he made me cry...Look, Tom....."

He gave me a sharp, cold look and said: "Drop your pants.

"What are you gonna do?"

Tom glared at me: "Drop 'em!.....NOW!"

I fumbled with my pants and eventually pulled them down to my thighs. Tom sat down and motioned me over to him. I quickly calculated with some relief that he wasn't planning on using the paddle or strap hanging over by the door....but I didn't like the looks of what was about to happen either.

When he motioned for me to lay down over his knee I couldn't get myself to move. Then he reached up and grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head, sat down again, and pulled me over his knee so hard it knocked the wind out of me.

"Oh _s_h_i_t_!"

He pulled my shirt out of the way and wrapped his left arm around me tight. I could feel his hand firm as a rock on my bare stomach. Then he began to take down my underpants and I struggled a bit. He gave me one swat on the seat of my underwear that scared the daylights out of me it hurt so much.

"Hold still!"

I froze and he returned to lowering my underpants. When he had 'em down he just rubbed my behind for a while real slow...it was quiet for a while and the only motion was his hand gently moving across my bare bottom.....I was going crazy with anxiety and anticipation and started thinking to myself, "Oh God, just get it over with...pleeeeez...."

When he started, it hurt...a lot. I hadn't been spanked for a long time and sort of expected it just to sting, figuring the worst of it was the embarassment of having to pull down my pants and surrender my bare bottom like a little boy. I was WRONG!

It didn't go on for that long, but after a few smacks I was already worrying about whether I was going to be able to get through this without breaking down and crying. Each smack hurt like the _d_i_c_k_ens and I couldn't help but kick and squirm a bit. My ass was on fire but finally he stopped.

Tom rubbed my ass a bit. I could feel him moving around, but I couldn't see what he was doing -- it turns out he was picking up a short smooth piece of 2 x 4. I thought the spanking was over and had begun to relax a little -- so when that make-do paddle hit my bare bottom I just about exploded from the pain and the surprise. Tom gave me six swats so fast one right after the other that I didn't have time to react. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK! It was over in a few seconds but I didn't have time to tell. Tom had to hold me firmly in place for another couple of minutes 'cause I just hollered and hollered for a while after he stopped. When I finally got myself under control my face was covered with tears I didn't even know I had shed 'cause those moments after he smacked me with that little 2 x 4 were totally lost in the burning I felt on my bottom and all the hollering and blubbering I did.

When I calmed down a bit Tom leaned down over me and said: "So do the two of us have an agreement, it won't happen again?"

"Yes, I promise, I swear it won't happen again!"

He sort of ruffled my hair and said, "You know something, if you had let me go off and give Janet a licking I would never have let you near her again."

I asked incredulously, "Would you really have given her a licking?"

"You better believe it, Little Buddy, you saved her from a good whuppin'" He rubbed my behind a little more and said: "Don't worry, I know it hurts like hell right now but you'll hardly be able to see that tomorrow morning." I felt pretty doubtful about that.

Then he pulled out a hip flask and took a long swig and offered me some, "Here...this'll make it feel better." I was still over his knee with my pants down and my bare butt burning like blazes, but I took the swig he offered me. It was a long swig too 'cause he poured and he just kept tilting it back further and further and I swallowed fast as I could to keep from choking. We ended up looking each other in the eye and he was smiling real friendly like. Somehow all the different sensations hit me all of a sudden...him pouring this whiskey into me that was burning my throat, the feeling of being just about naked in the night air in this little boy pose over his knee, his strong hand still resting on my burning behind, the embarassment of having a guy practically my own age spank me...and suddenly I had a hard-on...not just an erection but a raging, huge hard-on. And it was pressing right into Tom's thigh. I could tell he felt it -- I squeezed my eyes closed tight and bit my lower lip hard with embarassment and humiliation.

Tom laughed. "You know something, you're alright!" And gave me another hot smack across the ass. While I was struggling to get back into my pants Tom just stood there grinning at my efforts to conceal what simply couldn't be concealed. I could tell my face was beet red with embarassment. When we were leaving Tom paused at the door by the strap and paddle and said, "By the way, that's what you can expect if it happens again." I sucked in my breath kind of loud and without really knowing it I reached back to rub my behind which set Tom laughing again. He pulled out his flask again and we each had a last swig together standing in the doorway.

When I got home my ma was still up and I ended up telling her that I'd gotten in hot water with Tom about bringing Janet home late. I didn't tell about the spanking of course but I told her that Tom "chewed me out" pretty bad and that afterwards we sort of made up over a couple swigs of whiskey, which was why my breath smelled.

My ma listened sympathetically and said, "I'm sure he didn't mean any harm by it. He's going through some tough times, you know. You just make sure you get that girl home on time from now on." Then she told me some of what she'd learned from Janet and Tom's mom over coffee that afternoon. The family couldn't afford to send Tom back to college, even with the half scholarship he'd won. He was needed back at home. "It must be so hard," she said, "to have your dreams taken away from you like that. To lose your father, have to give up school and all your new friends, come back and work here in our little town...imagine how you'd feel in his place. And I'm sure it's not easy trying to be the man of the house at his age, he's barely any older than y ou are! And those two youngest boys are a real handful!" Then she looked directly at me and said, "He's trying to fill his daddy's shoes....I'm sure he might be a little strict and heavy-handed at first, most parents are at first you know, and he hasn't had the opportunity to learn slowly...so why don't you just be as helpful as you can...I'm sure he needs a good friend right now.."

Though I winced at her use of the term "heavy-handed," I went up to bed thinking a lot about Tom...and about what Tom's heavy-hand had done to my bare ass! Alone in the dark, I blushed again thinking about where I'd been just an hour before...and to my confusion, my hard-on came back... even more to my confusion, when I tried to take care of it, I ended up thinking about the spanking...and I came in hot spasms. * * * A week or two later Tom saw me in town and offered to buy me a beer. We talked and drank for a couple hours together and I began to feel very close to him despite the fact that I still felt like he was an adult and I was just a kid hanging around with him. He offered an apology for the other night and we shook hands. I laughed it off and said I probably had it coming to me. He smiled at me and then reached over and slapped me on the butt, "Yeah, you did! But I'll tell you something, it says a lot about a guy if he can admit when he's wrong and take what he's got coming to him.... yeah, it says a lot about a guy....

Then he asked if I liked Janet a lot and I said yes. He leaned forward at one point and asked me in a stern voice, "You haven't tried to fool around with her, have you?" I answered no, we'd kissed a bit and all that, but we hadn't done anything serious. "Well, keep it that way," was his response. "Look, I know, I've been there...but you keep your tool in your pants and you won't get in trouble." We talked about a whole bunch of things and then headed home. Both of us were pretty drunk.

When it was time for me to turn down our street he shook my hand again and said, "You know, I'm glad you're going out with Janet. You take care of her, okay?..." then there was a catch in his voice when he added, "...cause you never know when it's all going to be taken away from you...," he struggled to control his voice and choked a little at the end of that phrase, "....you never know." Then impetuously he reached out and threw his arm around my neck and whispered into my ear, "You be good to her, you hear?" Immediately, he spun around and headed up the street. I had tears in my eyes on the way home.

* * *

For most of the summer I didn't really see much of Tom. He worked hard, played hard sometimes with his old high school buddies, but he also sat alone on the porch or out in the fields drinking a lot, too. Janet and I were getting closer and closer. I was sure I was in love. I even did all those old romantic things like flowers and poems. But I was also feeling those hormones a lot too on those long warm nights. I started pressing Janet to do more and more. She didn't really mind and enjoyed most of it. We were into heavy petting. She fondled me a couple of times, but I couldn't get her to do anything more. She wouldn't jerk me off, she certainly wouldn't suck me off, and _f_u_c_k_ing was plain out of the question. A couple times when I'd had a little too much to drink I said things I didn't really mean, lines guys having been giving girls since the dawn of time I bet: "Baby, you know we're going to get married, so it doesn't really matter if we do it a little bit early....," or, "If I don't get it somehow who knows what could happen, maybe I'd have to get another girlfriend..." That time, Janet burst into tears. And when I took her home she looked awful even though she had tried to clean up. Tom gave me a long threatening look from the porch when she came in all puffy-faced and that kept me in line for a couple weeks.

But one night I just couldn't stay under control. I brought a condom with me and tried to convince her to let me put the condom and then put it in "just a little bit," not all the way. She wasn't stupid, she didn't buy it for a moment, but I whipped out my hard _c_o_c_k_ and put the condom on right there on the front seat of the car. I begged her, held her, desperately looking for something to relieve the ache inside me.... She got angry and told me to drive her home. I said fine and we took off, but as we approached the house I felt sorry and I stopped the car and tried to make up. She started crying and asked me to take her home. But finally she accepted my apologies (which were very real by the way), we made up, we kissed ever so gently and tenderly, and swore our unending love. I was completely and utterly in love with her again and somehow the pressure to have _s_e_x_ was forgotten for the time being.

By the time we pulled up to the house we were an hour and a half late! And Tom was waiting on the porch, of course, and looked like he was in a dangerous mood. He ordered Janet upstairs like before, but then he shouted at her to stop and he turned her face to the porch light for a moment. His eyes narrowed and he told her to go to bed. I was shaking in my boots.

"So here we are again."

There was just nothing I could say. I was feeling pretty much like a prick anyway after what had happened earlier with Janet and I could tell by the smell on Tom's breath that he wasn't going to listen to anything I had to say. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to turn around and run back to the car. But when he reached out and grabbed me by the back of the neck and started to push me toward the woodshed, all I could muster was a faint, "Tom....please ...listen to me..."

"Shut up! You either take it like a man or you put your sissy-ass back in that car and drive it home and Janet will get the whipping of her life!"

I felt so completely trapped and helpless I was almost in tears right then. Problem was, tonight of all nights I really felt liked I deserved a good whippin'. "Help me, help me, somebody please help me!," was all I could think over and over. When we got inside the shed he switched on the light and bolted the door from the inside. I felt like I was going to faint. My heart was pumping like mad and I was frantically thinking of anything I could say or do....

Tom lit a cigarette. Then he put one foot on a wooden box and leaned forward with his elbow on his knee. He let out a long drag of smoke and squinted at me:

"Take off your pants."

I desperately didn't want to do this, but I couldn't think of any escape. In this mood he really would give Janet a whipping, and after what I'd just done to her making an escape was out of the question! God, was I scared. My hands shook visibly while I struggled with my belt, the button of my pants, and the zipper. I pushed them down and they came to rest at my ankles. I looked over at Tom. He slowly shook his head no. "Off," he said quietly but firmly.

I sat down on something and tugged my shoes off and then struggled out of my pants. Tom extended his hand for them so I gave them to him. He started to fold them neatly when something fell out -- the condom. I hadn't even thrown it out, I was so angry and frustrated in the car that I had just zipped it up in my pants. He stared at me with eyes that were cold and hard as stone.

"Oh _s_h_i_t_! Tom, listen, you've got to listen, look nothing happened, look, see, there's nothing in it..look!...I didn't use it!!"

But he wasn't really paying attention. He jerked his head toward the door, "Your choice."

I stared at the strap and paddle and felt so dizzy again I didn't think I could keep standing.

"Tom, please....look....Oh God....I promise....I swear... please..."

I was whining and I could hear it, but I was scared _s_h_i_t_less. Tom just squinted at me again, in disgust I imagined, and let out a loud breath. He despises me I thought. With that thought, I managed to gain just enough control to blurt out, "Okay, okay. ....(deep breath)...the paddle." The panic swallowed me back up again instantly and I stood there in disbelief at what I'd just said.

Tom took down the paddle and ran it across his palm a couple times. He walked over to a sack of something and let loose with two vicious strokes of the paddle (WHACK! WHACK!) that took my breath away. I jumped at each stroke. Then he examined the paddle carefully in the light to make certain it was still solid.

Suddenly he turned and grabbed me firmly by the biceps and led me over to the woodpile. I was trembling and breathing in short loud gasps. As he put me into position I felt I was crossing over the threshold of no return. First he pushed me further over the pile so my feet could barely touch the floor and my ass was high in the air. Then he pushed my head all the way down -- firmly -- and held it there a second so I understood not to move. Then he slowly pulled up my shirttail and tucked it into my collar to keep it and out of the way. He reached down and spread my legs a little and ran his hands up and down my thighs. Finally he tugged on my jockey shorts so they were tight, and smoothed them over the curves of my asscheeks with gentle strokes.

He then put one hand firmly down on my back to hold me in place and ran his other hand lightly over my bare back, across my bottom covered tightly in my thin cotton briefs, down my thighs and eventually came back to rest on my behind. For a moment there was just this warm feeling of his strong hand resting cupped over the curves of my buttocks. My face was screwed up tight and I was praying silently and furiously for deliverance. Then I felt his hand lift off from my behind and I heard him pick up the paddle...

I already had tears in my eyes and at the last second I know I cried out, pleadingly like a terrified little kid, "TOM!!"

But the paddle landed with a force that left me stunned and gasping for air. I had never felt ANYTHING like this. I was on fire, writhing from the very start. At the very next stroke I hollered. And the next one, too.

Tom stopped for a second, and leaned down over me, his body in contact with my bare thighs and back. His voice was quiet, almost tender, but firm. "Here," he said, and pushed part of my twisted shirt into my mouth. "I mean to give you what you deserve, but I'm not out to make you embarass yourself in front of Janet and the whole family..."

I could hardly understand the words 'cause my head was in a fog and all I could feel were the flames already licking at my ass. I nodded and the next thing I knew the next stroke had landed, this time on an as yet untouched part of my behind. I screamed with the shirt clenched tight between my teeth.

"WHACK!" Tom paused between each stroke and I gasped and moaned.

"WHACK!" (pause) "WHACK!" (pause) WHACK! (pause)

It seemed to go on forever. Tom worked each part of my backside. When he shifted to the top part of my cheeks I practically lost all control it hurt so much, then he started down low where on the bottom of my cheeks and my upper thighs. I screamed, muffled by the shirt in my mouth, but I screamed nonetheless.

"Stop! PLEASE STOP!...OH GOD, TOM STOP!...IT HURTS! IT HURTS!....

Then I could not longer make words, just animal sobs and cries when each fiery lick sent me reeling in pain. I could make no effort to maintain any semblance of control any more. The tears flowed freely, hot and streaming, down my cheeks. I screamed at each stroke and eventually just lay there sobbing. It hurt too much to do anything else. It burned and blazed, I squirmed and kicked, but Tom held me in place. I collapsed sobbing in complete surrender and just moaned over and over, "Tom.....please... Tom....Oh Tom please stop..."

WHACK!.....WHACK!....WHACK!...

In the end, he finished with a furious crescendo of strokes harder and harder as fast as he could give them: WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!

Then it stopped and I lay there sobbing and crying. I don't know how long I lay there but when I finally looked around Tom was standing a few feet away watching me, calmly smoking a cigarette.

"Okay Little Buddy, let's see how bad the damage is." He walked over to me and started to pull down my underwear. I moaned in protest and tried to reach back and hold them up but he had them down too fast. He squatted down behind me and began to run his hands over my aching burning bottom.

I finally let the shirt fall from mouth and began to sob as he massaged my behind. I've never felt like such a little baby, a helpless little boy, as when Tom was caressing my sore behind while I had the last of my cry. He just kept gently touching me, rubbing, caressing. He reached up to get something off the shelf and then I felt something cool and gooey being spread over my cheeks. At first I moaned in protest and tried to move away, but Tom just continued what he was doing. It felt sooo good.

Ater a long while I begain to realize that he was no longer just massaging the areas that had been spanked -- his fingers had begun to slide up and down my crack and between my legs, then a fingertip pressed lightly at my cornhole and traced tight little circles on its sensitive lips. I flushed deep red when I realized where I was being touched but was afraid to move a muscle or say anything. Then he gently began to play with my balls and I moaned, but this time out of pleasure! Suddenly I realized that what I was feeling was Tom's tongue -- down there! I'd fooled around with a couple of friends before, but nothing more than a mutual jerk off....and it had never felt this good!

I couldn't think about what was happening, I was in a daze of hot burning sensations from my hottom and the tingling pleasurable sensations from between my legs...bent over the woodpile the blood had rushed to my head and I was blushing with embarassment of being touched down there...and enjoying it.

The hands stopped for a moment and I turned to see what was happening. Tom had taken off his shirt and stood there barechested, the sweat on him gleaming. His hands were at his waist and it took me a moment to realize that he was undoing his jeans. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waist of his pants and tugged his pants and underwear down to his knees. His _c_o_c_k_ was huge, erect, frightening...as he leaned over me I realized what he intended to do and struggled to get up.....but he pushed me gently back down over the wood pile and I trembled when his bare skin touched mine.

I could suddenly feel his _c_o_c_k_, slick with both our sweat, pressing into my lower back and then moving up and down the uppermost part of my crack. Tom reached around and began to play with my nipples -- I simply melted amidst all this physical pain/pleasure, enjoyment/raw fear. Then he changed the angle of his hips and his _c_o_c_k_ was pressing between my legs. It felt enormous and I panicked.

"Oh God, Tom!"

Tom's lips were near my ear and he whispered, "Sssssshhhhh!" as he reached down and positioned his _c_o_c_k_head against my hole. I heard a thin scared voice call out pleadingly, "Tom!" and realized it was my own. His _c_o_c_k_ felt hot and slick, it was so large ...and pulsating. I was scared _s_h_i_t_less. He placed his hand at my mouth, not to gag me, but offering it to bite down on...which I did.

It didn't hurt as much as the paddling, but it sure as hell hurt. When he first entered me I was sure I couldn't take it...I panicked and bit down hard on his hand and cried out. He stopped for a moment's reprieve and I moaned gratefully, but a moment l ater he wriggled his hips and thrust further and further inside me. I bit down on his strong hand with everything I had so as not to scream, but I still moaned pretty _d_a_m_n_ loud! _d_a_m_n_ it hurt!

When he was all the way in he paused and began to caress me. The pain began to subside, adn slowly it began to feel better than anything I'd ever felt. Then he began to move inside me and I moaned in ecstasy. It seemed to go on for hours -- his enormous _c_o_c_k_ moving like a piston in and out of my tight virgin ass. He held me, caressed me, licked the back of my neck, and kissed me everywhere he could reach, moaning my name over and over.

I came before he did and then just lay still feeling him reach his climax. He lay on me for a few minutes holding me tight in his arms and finally slipped out of me and got up.

I could hear him moving around behind me so I turned andstarted to get up. He was holding the strap and passing it tenderly over the palm of his hand!!!! I simply collapsed in tears. When Tom pulled me to my feet he was saying over and over, "No, no, don't worry, don't worry, it's over, it's over..." When I finally calmed down a bit he pulled me tight into his arms. I was completely naked and he just had his pants bunched around his ankles, both of us were covered in sweat, and as we rubbed up against one another I could tell that we were both getting hard again.

Tom still had the strap in his hand. He gently slipped it across my bottom and pulled it tight with his other hand, then leaned close to my ear and whispered, "That's for next time, Little Buddy.... next time!" I lost my balance in his arms and he caugh t me, hugged me tight and laughed. The sensations of that leather strap on my very tender bare cheeks, Tom's arms around me, the smell of sweat....well, we both had rock-hard erections in no time.

Tom maneuvered me back to the woodpile and pushed me down but this time onto my back. He lifted my legs in the air and in one smooth stroke he was deep inside me again, only this time it didn't hurt! He jerked me off while he _f_u_c_k_ed which felt better than anything, and then, when we were both getting close....he started to spank me again!! I think I blacked out when I came 'cause all I can remember it that it went on and on and on...Tom says I hollered like a banshee and shot all the way to the ceiling !

I got paddled once more that summer and I got one good strapping. Each time Tom reduced me to a blubbering baby and then _f_u_c_k_ed me so fine I hoped he'd never stop. But as it turns out, Tom got to go back to college after all that Fall. The local paper started a scholarship fund and with everyone in town chipping in, we had soon put together enough money for Tom's tuition for the coming year and a little extra for his ma. I've continued going out with Janet. There are lots of times though when I'm at home in bed at night and about to fall asleep that I turn over onto my stomach and just remember...and it usually takes me about three minutes of remembering what Tom knows how to do to my butt before I cum, without even touching myself! God knows what'll happen if I end up being Tom's brother-in-law!