As soon as RJ vanished into the cabin, Dad looked around. I was afraid that he might see me crouched down on our porch but apparently he was nor expecting to see anyone and I was hidden from enough that I escaped detection. Dad took a pocket knife out of his pocket and walked a short distance to a thick bush. He snapped-off a branch about the thicjness of a pencil and with his hands and the pocket knife began stripping off the smaller branches. He whisled it quickly through the air a couple of times -- apparently to get the "feel" of it. He slowly walked back to the log swishing the branch through the air. I knew exactly what he intended to use this "switch" for. I took the opportunity to re-adjust my cramped position. I was really looking forward to seeing a guy my age whipped. I was especially looking forward to seeing this new neighbor of mine with his jeans and underpants pulled down. This entire scene was proving to be very erotic for me.
Just then Ben came out of the cabin. He had his hands stuffed into the front pockets of his jeans and moved slowly across the distance seperating him from his Dad who continued to trim twigs from his new switch. Ben was in no hurry and his walk and posture showed that he had an "attitude". He stopped a few feet from his Dad, hands still defiantly jammed in his pockets.
"Over here, son," Dad said needlessly, pointing with the switch to a spot in front of him. Dad held the switch out toward Ben in one hand and the pocket knife in the other. "Here, son," Dad said nonchalantly. "You finish trimming this. And I'd make sure you get all the little twigs if I were you." Ben had little choice but to take the switch and knife from his Dad and I could see his "smart-ass" attitude starting to disappear and the reality of what was about to happen sank in.
"It was mostly RJ's fault, you know," Ben said as he trimmed a couple of small twigs.
"Yes, I do know that, Ben. I also know that being older you shouldn't allow him to provoke you. You're smarter than that." Dad held out his hands for the knife and switch which Ben gladly returned. "I also know that I specifically warned you twice to stop teasing him. You ignored me, I'd say, wouldn't you?"
"Maybe. But I don't think it's fair."
"Oh, it will be fair alright. Dad said, again taking some practice swings with the switch. "RJ got a good licking as I'm sure you heard. You will too. What's not fair about that, Ben?"
"You're going to switch me, for one thing," Ben said almost defiantly. "Why didn't you switch him too. After all he's the one who kept farting in the car, not me. He's the little asshole."
"Did I just hear you call your brother an 'asshole'?
"Sorry, Dad, but that the way he acts," Ben said.
Well, that's quite enough of that kind of talk, young man." Dad quickly folded the knife and stuck it back in his pocket. "As I said, you're older and I expect more from you. Instead you made the trip less than pleasant for both your mother amd me. I warned you twice, as I said. You, Ben, have no legitimate excuse. A switch is too much for a boy RJ's age but not for your impudent butt. Now drop your pants, son. Let's see if I can change toy attitude a little."
"But, Dad..."
"But nothing, Ben. Drop 'em. Right now! You're making a bad situation worse real quick."
"Okay, okay," Ben said with very little respect in his voice. He began unzipping his jeans. "How do you want me, anyway? How far do you want me bent over?" Boy, this guy has a real smart mouth, I thought.
"Ben, you're digging a very deep hole. I told you only to drop your pants. You do that first, then I'll tell you exactly how far to bend over when the time comes." Ben hesitated for just a second, "Benjaman, you can keep this attitude of yours or you can loose it. It's up to you. But allow me to help you decide." Dad said. "Do you think I can get you crying with this switch?"
"Yes, sir."
"In fact, you know I can, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now do you want to go back when we're finished here and have your brother know you were crying?"
"No, sir."
"Then drop your pants, son."
Ben moved just enough faster to be noticeable, He soon had his jeans down around his ankles. He was standing with his back to me and I had a good view of his butt covered only by his snow white briefs. The view excited me -- much more so than the similar view I had had of his younger brother a few minutes earlier. I again looked at my watch. It was 3:30. I hoped that my Mom and Dad didn't come home from shopping early. I wanted very much to see what was about to befall my new neighbor Ben.
"Turn around, son," the Dad said. Ben turned quickly as if to say 'Let's get this over with.' As he stood there looking almost directly at where I was crouched on our porch, I couldn't help but look at the huge bulge in his underpants. Ben obviously had a large _c_o_c_k_. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe he had at least a partial hard-on but I couldn'r see how that could be. I knew that my _c_o_c_k_ -- which I considered average size if my friend Dirk was any indication of 'average' -- was not as big as this guy's.
"Okay, Ben," his Dad said, "shorts down." Ben was not as fast taking his underpants down as he was with his jeans but he soon had them pulled down around his ankles. As he stood back up saw what I expected: a large _c_o_c_k_ hanging loosely now and not even slightly erect it seemed. Thick pubic hair and a large loose scrotum grabbed my attention. I suddenly realized that within the last minute, I had started to become hard. To confirm, I reached down between my legs without taking my eyes off Ben's huge _c_o_c_k_, and felt my own stiffening prick. My head felt light as I rubbed my _c_o_c_k_ a couple of times. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.
"Turn around, son," the Dad said. "It's time to adjust your attitude. Ben turned showing me his butt. Like his brother, Ben had a large butt in proportion to his back and legs. It was snow white in contrast to his tan legs and back which tended to accentuated its plumpness. His Dad walked around behind Ben with the switch in his hand. "Okay, son, bend over and rest your hands on the log there." Ben bend over as instructed. His dad pushed Ben's undershirt up to his sjoulders.
"Spread your legs." As Ben moved his legs slightly apart, I could see the back of his scotum with the clear outline of two balls. His buttocks weren't spread enough to exposed his asshole though. _d_a_m_n_, I thought, I want to see his asshole! Dad pushed Ben's shirt up to his arm pits, exposing Ben's back.
Dad drew the switch back and brought it forward across Ben's ass. Ben jumped slightly. His position allowed me a view of his face and the pain of the first switch clearly registered. He closed his eyes tightly but said nothing. Dad landed another switch, then another, then yet another; all hard and all appearing to land in a slightly different place.
"Awwwllll, _s_h_i_t_! Ben yelled.
"Don't use that language in front of me son," Dad said and landed two hard switches in rapid succession. Ben stood up briefly then, catching himself, bent over again. Two more switches landed but these appeared not quite as hard. "You've got a real attitude problem, Ben. I don't like you're language either, son."
"Awwwlll....Awllll!" Ben yelled as dad landed another two lower on Ben's white, plump ass.
"Legs wide apart now, son. Let's not overlook the sensitive parts." Ben moved his legs even further apart. "Further, son." Dad said. Ben's legs moved another couple of inches apart -- as far as the underpants around his ankles would allow. "And now your butt up higher, son." Ben curved his back moving his ass slightly higher. Dad brought the switch forward three or four times, the last one pretty hard.
"Awwlllllllll...Dad..please!" Several red streaks now appeared across Ben's plump ass.
I picked up the binoculars again. Looking through them, it was as though I were standing only five feet away. Ben's current position not only revealed the back of his scrotum and his balls but just barely exposed a tight dark-looking, wrinkled knot that I realized was his asshole. Wow, besides Dirk's anus which I had seen once or twice as we played 'doctor" when I was younger, this was the first anus I had ever really looked at closely. With the binoculars, I could even see the hair around Ben's scrotum and I saw his balls swinging between his legs. I can't explain why I was so fascinated with this view but I was. As I stared, I felt my erection grow to fullness. I reached down and without realizing it began rubbing myself.
"You know, Ben, at this moment I'm somehow reminded of what you called your brother a minute ago," his Dad said as he landed another switch. "Do you know the word I'm thinking of?"
"Yes, sir" Ben said immediately. Much of his former attitude had changed in the last few seconds. It was a different Ben than the one who had strolled over to get his punishment a few minutes ago with a big chip on his shoulder.
"And what was that word, son? How did you refer to your brother?"
"I called -- Awwwllll--" Ben yelled as yet another switch landed hard on his lower buttocks. "I called him an 'asshole'. I'm sorry, Dad, I shouldn't have said that."
"Right. Well you can guess why that word just came to my mind can't you, son?" Another, and another and another -- three hard switches. Ben was now squirming, moving his legs and throwing his head back with every new switch. "Can't you, son!"
"Awwwllll! Yes, sir, I can." Yet another switch, this one across Ben's upper legs. "Awwwlll!"
"Well? Why do you think the word 'asshole' just pop into my mind, son?
"'Cause you can see mine."
"See your what, son?" Another hard one to his upper legs.
"Awwlll!! My asshole, sir." Ben was in a lot of pain but I was enjoying this spectacle immensely.
"Now, son, is that attitude of yours any better?"
"Yes, sir, it's better."
"Have I got your complete attention.?"
"Yes, sir, you have my complete attention." Ben said, still squirming even though Dad wasn't switching him at the moment.
"Good. Now that your attitude has improved, we can now get to your behavior in the car. And while we're at it, keep those legs wide, son." His Dad lightly switched the insides of Ben's legs to emphasize his instruction. "If you hadn't come out here with a _c_o_c_k_y attitude, son, we'd be finished now."
There followed a series a switches to Ben's well presented ass, maybe as many as a six hard switches. "Keep....your....butt.....up," the Dad said as he landed four hard ones, some to Ben's upper legs. Ben began really squirming -- so much that I couldn't keep the binoculars trained on his butt. After a while he began pleading for his Dad to stop.
"Awwwlll...please Dad....Awwwwlllll...Awwllll. Please, please, please, please." Dad landed one more switch then stopped.
"Stan up, son," his Dad said. "Turn sideways." As Ben turned I couldn't believe my eyes. He had a large, full hard-on. His stiff _c_o_c_k_ was pointing upward at a forty-five degree angle towards the sky. Jesus!, I thought, what a stiffy. My own stiffy was now so hard that it had escaped the confines of my underpants and the tip was poking out of the leg of my shorts. Ben's dad stood looking at the erection -- or at least that what it appeared hge was looking at. I sure was. Perhap his dad was admiring the "maleness" of his son, prod that the family genes would probably be passed along.
"Pull your pants up." Ben quickly raised his underpants then his jeans. He zipped and fastened the jeans. He put his hand down his pants to arrange his erection, I assumed.
"Ben," his Dad said. "You are the older. You have certain responsibilites to me, to your mother, even to your brother. Come here." Ben stepped to his Dad. His Dad put his arm around him. "Let's see if you can behave more like a man and less like a boy. Okay?"
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." I took a look at Ben through the binoculars again. As far as I could see, he wasn't crying. I couldn't help but admire him for that. I very much enjoyed watching him wiggle his butt around while getting switched and hearing his yells and listening to him pleading with his dad but I think seeing him crying would have embarrassed me.
"Okay. I'll be keeping my eye on you." Dad said. "Don't let me and yourself down. Now let's get back and help your mother unpack everything." They walked back to the cabin, side by side as though nothing had happened. Ben's Dad took the switch he had used so effectively on Ben and tossed it aside as they walked.
I felt very excited after watching RJ and especially Ben get their punishment from their Dad. I was puzzled as to why I became aroused at watching Ben but even more curious as to why the switching -- which obviously hurt -- caused Ben's large _c_o_c_k_ to grow rock hard. I slowly got to my feet and slipped back inside our cabin. It was 3;45. I had maybe fifteen minutes to myself. I went to my bedroom, lay on my bed and reached down into my pants and began massaguing myself. I closed my eyes and pictured RJ squirming under his Dad's belt and Ben's large, stiff _c_o_c_k_, his hairy scrotum and his tight looking asshole. I ejaculated in a matter of seconds.
And later that night as I again lay in my bed after my dad and I had spent the evening looking at stars and planets through my new telescope, my thoughts turned to my new neighbor Ben. I imagined that he and I had become campground buddies and that, somehow, I had talked Ben into letting me hold and examine his large _c_o_c_k_ and that I talked him into letting me touch his tight looking asshole. With these lucious thoughts in my head I once again reached down and manipulated my stiff _c_o_c_k_ and soon released a huge stream of warm semen into my hand. Little did I know that my fantasy with Ben would soon come true.