Part II
I woke early the next morning, as the light was just beginning to creep through the window, to the sounds of the dawn coming alive. I slowly became aware that Ev and I were still "spooned" together, his back towards me, and my arms wrapped around his chest. A slow, gentle heat was still emanating from his ass, and as I felt it, my _c_o_c_k_ began to stir, and rise to full erection between the cleft of Ev's swollen cheeks. It wasn't helping matters, either, that in my mind's eye, I could still vividly see last night's occurrence in the living room; Evan bent over the hearth, holding the andirons, his pale white buttocks open and trembling while he asked his "Daddy" for the spanking. And as the scene replayed in my mind, and the sight and sound of the Colonel's paddle punishing Ev's ass rang in my head, my _c_o_c_k_ began to throb, and I unconsciously started a slow, rocking motion against Ev's back, my dick sliding softly back and forth between his spanked buttcheeks. Luckily, I started fully awake just moments before Ev, and stopped, and rolled slightly away from him, to rearrange my painfully engorged _c_o_c_k_ in the sheets so that Ev wouldn't be too suspicious.
Evan turned over and looked straight into my eyes, and I could see that my effort to hide what was happening were of no avail. He didn't say a word, however, just continued to look at me, and slowly a tear welled in his eye, and rolled softly down his cheek to wet the pillow.
"Thanks," he said.
"For what?" I replied. I couldn't imagine what he was thanking me for, and didn't for a second believe he was grateful that I wanted to sodomize him!
"For staying there, last night," he continued. "I was really embarrassed, at first, knowing you were there watching me getting spanked like that. It hasn't happened in along time, since I was a junior in high school. I didn't know, didn't remember, how painful it is! The Colonel's never been easy, remember me telling you? Well, now you know.... And thanks, too, for ... afterwards. For letting me ... cry it out, you know?" he smiled somewhat sheepishly, a sad, pitiful ghost of his smile that twisted my heart with pity, and love.
"Aw, hell, Ev, it's okay. I know, believe me, I know! I've told you before that my dad and I had a relationship that included a lot of , well, that kind of stuff. and then, the summer after high school, ... never mind. But the point is, I only wish someone had been there for me to cry on a lot of times! And Ev, can I tell you something?" I asked, tentatively.
"Sure," he replied, looking somewhat suspicious. I knew he was afraid that I was going to make some awkward declaration that would embarrass the both of us, but I continued,
"Last night, when you had to ask for the spanking, and you were so, well... so upright and strong about it, I've never been more proud of a friend in my life! And Ev, I'm sorry... about what happened to me during your spanking. I didn't know that I'd react that way... I'm really sorry."
"That's okay, M..... I understand, I think. But the Colonel saw it, too! And.... Oh, Christ! The Tree, today....the Tree!" Evan moaned the last words, and turned over, beginning to cry again, softly, without any sound. I watched, stupefied, as his shoulders shook ever so slightly, and then reached over, turning him gently back towards me.
"Ev, what's the deal about this tree? I don't get it!" I stated.
I was more than a little surprised when Ev grabbed me again in his arms, and began to cry in earnest against my chest! After a bit, his tears subsided, and wiping his face with the back of his hand, began to tell me about 'The Tree';
"Remember me telling you about Eric, and how hard my dad was on him? Well, Eric had to visit the Tree a lot! Ingrid never did, I guess because the Colonel thought that it wasn't right for a girl, but she knew her brother did, and she hated it almost as much as Eric. I was pretty young then, and don't really remember a whole lot about Eric's visits, but I remember being really, REALLY scared whenever it happened. Then, when I was a junior in high school, well..." Ev began to cry a bit again, but then continued his story:
"I came home drunk one night after a game we had won, and the Colonel was really mad! Even more upset than last night! This wasn't too long after my mom had died, and it was still pretty bleak around here. I got a really bad spanking that night, like last night. Then, the next morning, the Colonel took me out to the Tree, to 'finish my punishment like a man, not a boy', he said. I finally found out what Eric had gone through, and oh God, I hoped I would never have to again!" Evan began to shake again, and I held him tighter while he continued. " You've seen that old, big oak out back? the Colonel took me out to it, and made me strip naked, just like last night. But then he tied my hands around a huge branch just overhead, high enough that I couldn't crouch or jump, and went to the toolshed, leaving me hanging there, wondering what he was going to do. I started to cry as soon as I saw him coming back, 'cause he was carrying the biggest strap I'd ever seen! I knew what it was, it was the old razor-strop that Grandad Andersson had used on him when he was a boy! He'd told me about it, before, when I was little, and I thought it was a terrible thing to keep, but I never thought much more than that about it! I begged and cried, pleading with him not to strap me, but that only made him madder. He just kept yelling, 'The procedure, Evan, the procedure!', until finally, knowing it wasn't going to be stopped, I cried and blubbered my way through 'the procedure'. I'll never forget that, M....! He whipped me until I thought I was going to die! Now I realize he only strapped me about ten or twelve times, but Christ! It was Hell! I was screaming, and twisting, and crying like it was the end of the world! I heard him drop the strap, and then he came and untied me, and let me down to the ground, where he held me until I stopped bawling. Never said a word, either. Just held me, and then picked me up by the arm, and took me back inside the house, and made me go to my room for the rest of the day. I swore to myself that I'd never make him that mad, again! Oh, Christ!..." he moaned.
I was horrified! I had been whipped, and strapped, myself, but tied up?? To a tree?? Jesus, I thought, that's unbelievably cruel!
"Ev! You don't have to take that! That's insane! Just tell him No! I'll back you up, he can't MAKE you take the whipping!" I said, holding Ev's shoulders as he quietly shook under the covers.
"No! You don't understand! He loves me! He doesn't have anybody BUT me! And I love him! I've always trusted him, and he's always been... well, right! Maybe's he's right about this, too, M....! I don't know, but I can't NOT do what he asks. I can't! And besides, we had an agreement! I DID break it! And then, last night, well, you...., and then me..., well ... I had a reaction, too! You saw it! Maybe he's right! Maybe the punishment IS deserved! Oh, Christ! M..., I don't know! But I can't back out, I can't!" Ev whispered hysterically, and I was beginning to be afraid the Colonel would hear us!
"Okay, Ev, okay! Whatever! But I'm coming out there with you! I won't let you go through this alone! I swear it, you won't be alone! And maybe that'll keep the Colonel cooled down! Maybe it won't even happen!" I said. Stupid, foolish boy! Who was I kidding? Did I secretly know what was going to happen? Did I know how things were going to turn round on me? Did I hope for, plan for, what happened? Now, so many years later, it's hard to recall the thoughts of youth, but I have a suspicion that even then, I knew....
Evan and I arose, dressed, and fearfully went to the kitchen, where we expected to be met with the cold stare of the Colonel. He wasn't around, however, so we had our cereal as quickly as possible, even though Ev didn't have much of an appetite. I noticed, too, that he sat very gingerly on his chair, and it occurred to me that as sore as he still was from last night's spanking, the strapping was going to be doubly painful! Poor Evan!
We went out outside, and began the morning chores we had to take care of around the house, and yard. At one point, when we were near the shed, I took care to inspect 'The Tree", and noticed the all too obvious branch where Eric and Evan had been tied for their whippings; it bore a worn, scarred ring around it's girth, where the rope obviously rubbed with the weight of the men tied below, as they struggled to escape the punishing strap. The sight of that tree, and the scar on the branch, made me shiver, and yet, I felt that old, familiar snake of excitement and fear stir in my belly, and my _c_o_c_k_ began to stir in my pants. "Oh, _s_h_i_t_," I thought to myself, "can I do this? Can I stand to watch this?" Ha! You ignorant, blind fool... you DID know, didn't you??
Ev and I finished the chores, and then, with nothing else to do, walked back to the Tree, and sat on the ground under it's shade, and quietly waited. We didn't speak a word; it didn't seem appropriate, somehow. Even now, I can remember with crystal clarity how glorious that morning was, and in all my memories of mornings throughout the world, and in all my life, none compares to the beauty and peace of that quiet, perfect time beneath the Tree, as we sat in silence, and the country around us breathed in false calm.
The back door screen slammed like a shot, and both Evan and I jumped to our feet, scared by the sound. I can't speak for Evan, but I remember exactly how I felt; my stomach began to twist, and feel hollow, and my legs felt strangely weak and unable to support my weight. I feel it even now, as I write these words!
The Colonel was walking towards us, his face immobile, set in stone, and a look of the purest, coldest determination in his eyes that I have ever seen, before or since. He was dressed in military fatigue shorts, socks and boots, and an athletic tee-shirt. It took my breathe away, on top of my other feelings! Jesus Christ!, that man was good-looking, and to see him striding towards us like an avenging fury, knowing what was approaching at the hands of this implacable force- well, my _c_o_c_k_ sprang to full erection in my pants, I'm ashamed to say, at the thought of Ev's coming punishment!
We stood there, trembling, as the Colonel stopped in front of us, arms akimbo, his fists on his hips, his feet slightly spread as he took his stance and glared at us. He spoke,
"Well, gentlemen, I see that you're both here. I hadn't expected to see you here, M....," he turned a cold glance in my direction, "but I'm glad to see that at least you have the honor to stand by your friend. And you, boy," he said, staring at Evan, "are you sure you want him to witness this?"
"Yes sir," whispered Evan.
"Then so be it. Evan, you have broken our agreement. I agreed to send you to school overseas because your dear, sainted mother begged me to, before she died. You know that I had misgivings. I am disgustingly familiar with the lifestyle and ethics of the godless and the misguided, which I consider to be most of your current surroundings and acquaintances. I forbid alcohol in my family; you know that, and yet you came home drunk last night! I forbid swearing, and taking the Lord's name in vain, and painfully, I have heard you do both, here in my own house! Did you think that simply because I wasn't in the room, I couldn't hear? I have heard with my own ears, just last night, you trying to evade the consequences of your actions, and using your friend as an alibi to delay your punishment! And then, to my disgust, I saw how you both reacted to the events of last night! I greatly fear for your soul, son, if you are beginning to have feelings that are unnatural! I will not have it, I will not stand for it, not here, not in my house! Do you understand??" By the end of this speech, the Colonel was practically shouting, and both Evan and I were shaking visibly, like saplings in the face of a great wind.
"Yes, sir!" Evan stuttered, and even I found myself repeating the phrase!
"Very well, Evan, you know the procedure! Begin!" the Colonel stated. Oh God, I thought, here we go, this is it, this is the terrible beginning to what's coming!!
"Yes, sir!" Evan said. Then he stood straight and tall, and again I was overcome with pride and love for my friend, as he continued, "Sir! I have been very bad, sir! I have gotten drunk, and I have swore, sir! Here in your house, sir! I have broken our agreement, sir! I knew better, sir! I am very, very sorry for my actions, sir! I am here, and willing to take my punishment like a man, sir! Please, sir, punish me so that I will always remember to believe you, and to not break our agreements, sir!"
As I stood there, looking between Evan, as he made this humiliating confession to his father, and the Colonel, as he stared impassively at his son, I was overcome with the feeling that I was in a dream, a good dream or a bad dream, I didn't know, but it seemed unreal. It was the materialization of some of my darkest fantasies, and to be seeing it happen before my eyes was ... frightening. Yes, that was it; I was frightened, not only of what was going to happen, but of what I saw in myself, at that instant.
It all came together in a whirling, giddy, rush: my father, Lt. Cuypers, my uncle, J. D., my fantasies, Evan, the Colonel, last night's spanking, and this morning's promise of punishment blended together, and strangely, gave me the first real, objective look into my own being. This WAS me! I liked punishment, no, I loved it! I craved it, I wanted it, it set something right in my soul, it gave me a place in the cosmos, I could identify up and down, right and wrong, good and bad. It was structure, it was security. And knowing this, I knew that I was no longer alone, without boundaries, without limits, and therefore terrifyingly abandoned, on my own. "The buck didn't stop here", I wasn't God, I could turn elsewhere for guidance, structure, support, love and strength. I saw all of this in an instant, a flash of comprehension, and my entire world changed between one eyeblink and the next. I became a man, a real man, knowing my strengths and weaknesses, my limits, my needs.
With complete and sudden understanding, I turned back to the ritual happening in front of me, and with more passion than I thought possible to exist in my heart, I awaited what was to come....
"Very well, Evan. Strip!" the Colonel barked.
Ev turned around and faced me, his back to the Colonel. He didn't say a word, but his eyes looked at me with such eloquent pleading, such a mute appeal for understanding, that I almost began to cry myself, at that instant. I knew what his eyes were saying, "Please don't judge us. Please stay with me. Please please understand. And help me, please help me be strong!" and seeing all this, I nodded to Evan, knowing more than he could possibly understand in that instant.
This wasn't Ev's scene, this wasn't his desire. This was punishment, pure and simple, and dreaded, to him. But to me, oh, to me, it was so much more.... Evan slowly stripped off his clothes, and piece by piece, carefully folded them and handed them to me, who set them on the ground at the base of the Tree. Finally, Ev stood naked, shivering slightly with fear and the morning breeze, his hands clasped in front of his genitals. With a last desperate glance into my eyes, he turned to face the Colonel, who had brought from his rear pocket a short length of fabric-covered rope, holding it in his hands.
"I'm ready, sir!" Ev said, with as much conviction as he could muster.
When Evan turned to face his father, I saw his ass for the first time since the evening before. It was still pink and swollen, and the thin red lines where the welts had intersected the night before had become darker red, bruised and tender. Jesus! I thought, Ev won't be able to take very much of this, not if his butt is as sore as I think it is! My mind began to race, thinking, thinking....
The Colonel stepped forward, and without a word, turned Ev around to face the tree trunk, and raised his wrists and hands high into the air. He fastened the rope around one wrist, and I saw that the fabric was intended to protect Ev's skin during the strapping. Throwing the rope over the branch, the Colonel tied the loose end to Ev's other wrist, and drew the length tight, until Evan was forced to stand upright, tall and straight, his feet firmly on the ground but with no room to move. I looked at Ev stretched out like that, and my _c_o_c_k_ stirred anxiously in my pants again. He was truly beautiful, stretched like that for the world to see! His skin shone as pale as fresh linen in the morning light, and every line and muscle and tendon in his body was etched in sharp relief against the tension holding him upright. His _s_e_x_ dangled softly in front of him, shrunken from fear, but still formidable. I loved him even more than I had before, and understood that if I loved my friend, I would help him, somehow, if this became unbearable. And I knew it would....
"Evan!"the Colonel said.
"Yes, sir." and Ev started the ritual, "Please, Daddy, I've been bad. Please strap me so that I'll learn my lesson. Strap me hard, Daddy, until I learn to respect and obey you! I'm sorry, Daddy, so please strap me to help me learn to never disobey!" Oh Lord, oh Lord, I thought, here it comes....
I hadn't noticed before, but the Colonel had worn the strap around his waist when he came outside. The ends were tucked into his shorts, and now he unwrapped the fearsome looking instrument from his torso, and held the end with the handle-grip in his right hand as he took his position about a four feet behind Ev's trembling figure. I looked at the strap closely, making sure that the metal end-piece had been removed, which I was relieved to see had been the case. Then the Colonel turned to me, and said,
"You stand right there by the Tree, M....! My boy is taking this for both of you, and you are to witness this, too, and I hope that, somehow, you'll feel just as punished as Evan. You will NOT move! You will NOT attempt to help Evan in any way! Am I understood!"
"Yes, sir!" I said, looking him right in his glacial blue eyes. Oh yes sir, I know, I thought, I know, but we'll see about that last part....
The Colonel drew back the strap, and it made just the very slightest whispering sound in the morning air. Evan heard it, I knew, because I could see him tense his buttocks, and my ass clenched, too, as if in sympathy...
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! the strap landed with unexpected loudness on Ev's cheeks, and several things happened at once. Evan's body jerked as if suddenly subjected to high voltage; my eyes were riveted to the sight of the bright scarlet welt that appeared almost instantly on his still-pink skin, in such violent contrast to the snow white skin on his torso; and a low, unearthly moan broke from Ev's lips, a moan so eerie that the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I shivered, a moan like a dog mourning the death of it's master.
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! the strap landed again, and again Evan's body jerked in uncontrollable pain. The Colonel was whipping him with barely restrained ferocity! Each strap was landing so hard it sounded like a gunshot, but not hard enough to actually break the skin. The pain would be indescribable, I knew, I felt! Again the moan from Ev's lips, louder and more panicked now, his body shaking, out of his control.
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! Again! Ev's legs jerked, as this stroke had landed on the lower part of his buttcheeks, where the flesh met his thighs; but he couldn't raise his legs to get away from the strap, they were the only things holding him up! A sob broke from Evan, and mingled with the moan still coming from his throat, and I could see the tears coursing down his cheeks, as he shook and writhed in pain.
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! Oh God, oh God, oh god, I thought...Evan cried out loud, the sobs overtaking the moan, and began to unabashedly let his tears and crying come out in a mingled flow. The strap had punished him squarely across the lower ass, just above the thighs, and I knew the agony must be intense. I looked up, and his hands were clawing at the rope, trying vainly to reach up the rope to pull him safely away from the awful strapping below.
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! The razor strop landed dead-center across Ev's ass, which was a glowing, unearthly crimson from the whipping. The fresh welt rose instantly, and Ev's body shook so hard I was afraid he'd tear something inside himself. A scream burst from his throat, mixed with his crying, and he began that pitiful babbling that always accompanies real punishment;
"Stop! Stop!! Please!! Oh, please, D..D..Daddy, stop!!! Please, D..d..daddy, I'll be good! Oh God, please, Daddy! Oh D..d..daddy, I can't take it!! Oh God, Daddy!!!" coming out in a rush, mixed with tears and sobs. My heart broke for Ev; I knew that on top of the paddling from last night, this strapping had become unbearable. It was enough. It HAD to be enough!! Surely the Colonel knew that!
I looked over at the Colonel, and again saw him glistening with sweat, and the tears flowing down his face, and knew that he, too, was suffering, in a different way, as he strapped his son. But I saw him draw the strap back again, prepared to continue the punishment to some unknown end in his own mind, heedless of Ev's breaking point, not knowing it had already been reached, that real damage was about to occur. Not just physical damage, but damage that could never be healed between Evan and his Father.
To this day, I can't say with any accuracy what transpired in my mind. I just knew that Ev's strapping HAD to stop. I knew, also, in some part of my mind, that my new-found knowledge of who I was lurked like an unrealized seed, and that it awaited birth. I also knew that there was some murky chemistry between the Colonel and myself, mainly on my part, but a little on his, too, that needed to see the light, to be exposed and cauterized. All of this was mixed up, confused, but over it all rode the realization that I had to help my friend, and help the Colonel, too. And that a masked reality called me to experience it, to know it, to know ME. And as the Colonel's arm drew back, all in that brief instant, I made my knowing, conscious decision....
"That... is... ENOUGH!" I yelled, stepping forward between the Colonel and Evan, still crying and pleading in front of us....
Have you ever experienced one of those rare moments in time, when the entire cosmos stops, and it seems as if reality itself has frozen, awaiting the next action? That was how it felt to me, at that moment....
"Get out of the way, son! I told you not to interfere!" the Colonel yelled at me.
"No, sir! That is enough! Evan's had enough, and it's time to stop. He can't take anymore. You don't see that, but I do. Let him down."
The Colonel stared at me as if I was crazy, but lowered his arm, and the strap. He said,
"I'm the one to determine that, boy. I know when my son's had enough. This punishment isn't finished, not by a long shot!" He glared at me, and in that glare was a dare, a call, that I recognized as clearly as I recognized 'reveille' in the early morning at Culver.
"Yes, sir. I know. Let him down." I heard it come out of my mouth, and my _c_o_c_k_ stirred in my pants again, knowing more than I did what I had just committed to, what I was saying.
The Colonel knew, too. He looked at me long and hard, and staring into my eyes he saw there what I already knew. He and I were bonded to this experience to the end, and together we would see it through. Evan's part was done, the rest was between the Colonel and me.
The Colonel stepped forward, around me, and untied Evan, helping him to lay down on the grass. He undid the rope from around his wrists, and briefly, stooping beside him, whispered comfort to Ev, still shaking and crying from his whipping.
I turned and stepped forward, putting my hand on the Colonel's shoulder. He glanced up; "Take him inside to his room, Sir. He doesn't need to be out here. He needs you to see him safely to bed. I'll be here when you return. I'll be ready, sir."
The Colonel turned back to Evan, and helping him up, supported him as they made their way into the house. I watched the screen door slam behind them, in a daze. I was frightened, and shaking, and excited, and terribly, crazily eroticized as I began to undress. I knew that I had better be stark naked when the Colonel returned. I took off my clothes and folded them neatly at the foot of the tree; then, seeing the rope lying on the ground, I picked it up, and stood there, holding it, waiting for my Punisher's return.
Soon enough, the Colonel stepped back outside, and walked over to where I was standing, naked and as scared as I have ever been, and ever hope to be. He stared at me for the longest time, it seemed aeons, and then he spoke; "Are you ready for your punishment, mister?" He didn't call me boy, or son, or even M...., he addressed me as "mister". And the gleam in his eyes as he spoke to me, the tension in his face told me all I needed to know.
"Yes, sir!" I spat out, in my best military answering-the-call voice.
The Colonel stepped forward, and turning me around, raised my arms high, stretching my body full-length as he tied first one wrist, then the other with the rope. As he was pressed into my back, tying my hands, I could feel the unmistakable bulk and length of his gargantuan erection through his shorts, and my _c_o_c_k_ instantly hardened into full tumescence. Oh yes, this was right for both of us, but the fear, the fear....
The Colonel stepped back and away, and I could sense him unloosing the strap from around his waist. I began to shiver, waiting...
"Begin!" he said.
"Yes, sir!" I started the ritual I had heard Ev recite such a short time ago,
"Please, Daddy, I've been bad. Please strap me so that I'll learn my lesson. Strap me hard, Daddy, until I learn to respect and obey you! I'm sorry, Daddy, so please strap me to help me learn to never disobey!"
It seemed like eternity, but could only have been a few seconds....
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! my entire world exploded in unbelievable pain! Oh God, oh God, help me, help me...
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! this one caught me full across the tops of my thighs, and I couldn't help myself, I jerked forward with that same struck-by-lightning movement I had seen Evan perform only moments ago. A low, almost inaudible moan welled up from the depths of my being.
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! straight across the middle of my butt, and I could feel my flesh swell and rise in outrage! Aaaahhh ooohhhhhh Gggoddd!! Oh, Jesus, he was strapping me hard!
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! Three more landed in quick succession, and I knew that I had submitted to something that was going to test the very deepest fibers of my being! Oooooh, God!!! Oh, God, this was unbearable! The moan had risen in pitch, and was now an unearthly whine coming from my own throat, but I didn't recognize it! It sounded like it was coming from far, far away...
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! Ten! Ten! Ten! My mind grabbed on to that number like a crazy dog with a bone, and kept repeating it, over and over. Tears were rolling down my face, and my entire ass was on fire, it felt as if someone had poured fresh molten lava on my buttcheeks!! Oh oh Jesus JesusJesusJesus!!! My _c_o_c_k_ was jerking crazily around, still erect, and giving me an insane pleasure, a pleasure mixed with the most terrible pain! Oh Lord, the pain!! THE PAIN!! THE PAIN!!! I won't beg, I won't beg, I won't beg, I won't beg, I won't beg....
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! And now I was crying in earnest, crying and sobbing and twisting crazily against my restraints, sobbing like a bad little boy getting a real spanking from his daddy, sobbing and dancing with the painful fire in my ass....
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! I couldn't help it, I screamed!!! "AAUUGGHHH!! Oh God, sir!! Oh God, sir!!! SIR!!! SIR!!!! PLEASE, SIR!!!" I yelled out between my sobs and tears, almost hysterical with the pain and the shame and the humiliation, momentarily deranged by the severity of my strapping!! I only dimly heard the Colonel yelling something at me, and as I quieted just a bit, I finally caught his words,
"Spread your legs, mister! We're not done yet! SPREAD 'EM!! You wanted this to happen!! Well, it's going to continue happening until I'm finished with you!! Spread your legs, NOW!!"
Crying and sobbing, I did as I was told, because he was right! I had wanted this to happen, and even now, I wanted it to happen. I wanted him to finish my punishment, to finish my strapping, to complete my transformation, my redemption....
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! Both strokes landed on my inner thighs, and I howled and screamed like a broken creature! "OOOOHHHHH!!!!AAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!" the screams and the tears and the sobs pouring forth in an unabated stream from my throat! "Oh God, pleasepleasepleaseplease sir!!! Oh sirsirsirsirsir!!! OHHHOHHHOOOHHH!! OH God, please, sir!! I'll be good, I promisepromisepromise!! I'll be good!!" I was beyond mere pain, beyond mere strapping, I was in a universe of my own body and it's outraged sensations, where nothing made sense. there was only FIRE FIRE FIRE FIRE....
WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! WWHHHHAAPPPP!!!! The final two strokes landed squarely across my asscheeks, and finally, finally, finally all resistance was driven out of me; I was reduced; I was given over to utter submission, and I begged my daddy for forgiveness,
"OOOOOHHHHH!!!AAAAUUGGGHH!!OOOHHHH!!! Oooh God, pleaseplease Daddy, daddy, daddy, stop!!! Please daddy, I've had enough!! Oh daddy, pleaseplease! I'll be good!!!Good!!! I promise!!! Oh Daddy, please forgive me!!! Please daddy!! Please, daddy....." I sobbed and stuttered out between tears, and crying hysterically....
I don't know how long I hung there, crying, sobbing, pleading and yes, begging, but soon I realized my strapping had stopped. It was over!! OVER!! Oh thank you thank you thank you.....
I felt the Colonel behind me, harshly panting on my back as he stood there, his breathe coming fast and hard, and strangely catching occasionally.... then I felt him reaching up to unfasten my wrists, and supporting my body as he let my arms fall down to my sides. He stayed there, holding me like that, his arms under my arms and around my chest, his huge physique like a wall behind me, supporting me, steadying me, holding me, caring for me.... I was in the arms of the Norse god I had seen the night before, the Norse god I had seen at the airport, and even through my pain and my tears and my crying, I felt safe, safe and unbelievably cared for, and yes, understood....
His head lowered to my shoulder, and then I heard it, his soft crying, and I felt his tears rolling down my shoulder and my chest as he continued to bear all my weight, the two of us standing there, each of us crying for his own reasons. I also felt, pressed against the cleft in my buttocks, his immense erection, as we were frozen there; I felt it stir and throb against the fire radiating from my ass, and the knowledge ran through my mind,
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I knew it! Yes! Yes!"
Then it happened, as I knew, as I hoped, it would; I felt the Colonel cum in a violent, shuddering orgasm that rocked us both with it's ferocity and frenzy! My _c_o_c_k_ leapt in response, and as I felt him shoot in his pants against my well-spanked butt I came, too, in a powerful orgasm that leapt from my scrotum, through my _c_o_c_k_, and splashed on the ground in front of me, at the base of the Tree.
Incredibly, after the shocks had passed, the Colonel picked me up in his arms like so much straw, even though I was, and am not, a small man. Carrying me as tenderly as a newborn, he took me inside, as I sobbed out the last of my contrition against his chest. He took me to Evan's room, and laid me on the bed next to Evan, who was watching our entrance with fear and trepidation written large on his features. I heard the Colonel say,
"Take care of him Evan.", and then he left.
Evan did take care of me, the rest of that day, and into the evening. He went and gathered some towels, and made cold compresses that he applied to my burning backside through the day. Every time he removed one, and applied another, I could hear him, murmuring, "Good God! Jesus..." as he looked at what was obviously a well-whipped ass.
He tried to talk to me about my strapping, but at his first, fumbling words, "M...., I'm so sorry! Why why why did you..." I cut him off, saying,
"Ev, not now, not now....".
How could I possibly explain to Evan what had happened? That I had wanted it? Needed it? Desired it? That everything that had happened to us, from the paddling the night before, until the end of my strapping at the Tree, was like a personal Revelation? That I loved the Colonel more than Ev could possibly understand, and for exactly the reason that what had happened, had happened? There was, and is, no way to explain that. Not then, not now.
The rest of the evening was revelatory, too, and not just for me, but for Evan, also. Our closeness, our shared experience, and what he perceived as my "sacrifice" for him, led to an intimate night that I shall always treasure as one of my dearest, most personal experiences. We shared the rest of our bodies, since we had already shared our most private souls, through the medium of the Colonel.
I left the ranch several days later, after I had recovered sufficiently from my strapping to be able to walk and sit without obvious pain. I would feel that strapping for days more, but at least I could fake it enough to get by. Yet, oddly enough, or maybe not so oddly, when the pain finally did fade to just a memory, I missed it....
Evan didn't return to Italy the next fall, writing to tell me that he was going to go to the University of Texas to finish his degree, in order to be closer to the Colonel. I think the truth was that Evan couldn't face our being together again, and perhaps the Colonel did have some more to say on the subject of Europe.... who knows? I knew, from experience, the effect a shared punishment has on young friendships, and wasn't particularly surprised that Evan wanted to avoid the memory. And the memory, too, of what had happened afterwards....
We kept in peripatetic touch over the years, unwilling to let our friendship simply fade away. Nevertheless, I was surprised when, some years later, in my late 20's, and thriving in my own life and business, I received a call late one night, waking me from a sound sleep: it was Evan. He called to tell me that the Colonel had died. He was out in the yard, doing his regular chores, and suffered a sudden, massive coronary. He was dead before he even hit the ground. Evan didn't know why he had called, but said he just "had a feeling" that I would want to know....
I flew down and attended the funeral. I finally got to meet Margo, the girl Ev had met at UT, and married after graduation. She was a nice gal, and, of course, drop-dead gorgeous; thankfully, she loved Evan just as much as he loved her, that was plain to see. Ev and I hadn't really seen each other after that summer, so I think he was a bit nervous, but soon understood that I had no delusions or illusions about that long-ago time, and he relaxed. We attended the funeral the next day, and I'm sure I surprised Evan and Margo as much as I surprised myself; during the funeral, I was overcome with an almost insupportable grief, and cried for the Colonel, and perhaps for myself, as if I had lost my own dearest relative. The man who had made me a man was gone.... I wasn't to feel that kind of deep, dark grief again for a long time, but feel it again I was destined to do.
And now, here I sit, holding this silly Christmas card photo. Evan, Margo, and the boys, in front of that Tree. So incongruously dressed in summer clothes, now that it's the dead of winter, posed with the Tree, shading the entire family as they smile towards the camera, smiling at me across the distance, and the years.
Thank you, Colonel, sir.
***** THE END *****