Now this story is about a tennis camp where I once spent my summer holidays. Since you know me, I ended up getting spanked, but lets start at the beginning.
My best friend among the guys who spent their holiday there with me was Dennis - we had a lot of fun together and had the same sense of humor. He was the same age as me, 13.
The camp was for boys from 6 to 16 years and each course had around 15 participants. There were two huge bedrooms for us in the basement of the house, and in the first floor lived the owner of the area and tennis teacher, his name was Peter. He was around 35 years old and I really liked him. He was both a friend and a person I really respected as an adult.
Unfortunately, there was also something I disliked in this camp, and this "something" was called Marc. He was 8 years old and really a spoiled brat. _d_a_m_n_, he really got on my nerves. He always tried to annoy the "bigger" kids by stealing thing from us and hiding them somewhere. Then he would laugh himself to death. He had a real big mouth, he shot balls at us when we turned our back to him and did all these nice things that really make you love little kids.
Now I wouldn't say that Dennis and I were impatient, but after several days Marc reached a point where we were annoyed enough to swear to take revenge. It wasn't anything nasty - we just took a bottle of lemon juice and dumped it on Marc's bed. It was just to teach him a lesson - we didn't want to do anything too bad (although that stupid idiot would've deserved to get spanked by us or something worse).
As you can imagine, he immediately guessed who had made his bed wet (at least he was not THAT stupid) and ran into our bed-room shouting at Dennis and I. The others who watched him freaking out there enjoyed it because they didn't like him either and then Dennis said: "So what? I've only pissed on your bed!"
Like I said, it was JUICE, but the little idiot really believed what Dennis said and ran to Peter to complain about us.
The same night, Dennis and I had to go upstairs because Peter wanted to talk to us. Unfortunately, not only did Marc tell him about the bed (what we explained then), but also about the pepper I had put into his coke at lunch the other day, the bottle of water Dennis had put over that kid's head one time, and some other things we had done to get rid of this annoying brat.
We had a long discussion with Peter who said that he was very disappointed with us and who also said that if we were his kids, we would get a real spanking now for our misbehaviour. I felt very bad when hearing that, but Dennis only answered that he was quite happy NOT to be HIS kid. Well, we left that hostile atmosphere there after about one hour. Dennis didn't really care, but I didn't sleep very well that night.
The next day, I talked to Dennis again about that problem and asked him if he had any idea how to reconcile with Peter again. "Calm down, Randy. I don't think that Peter really cares about that, and neither do I. He will have forgotten this stuff very soon." I think we both knew that this was not true, but only I seemed to care.
I had to talk to Peter again, and so did I that evening.
- "Are you still angry with me?"
- "Well, I have to say that you disappointed me. I thought that you would be more understanding of little kids' behaviour."
- "See, Marc was really getting on our nerves. Can't you understand that we just wanted to show him that he annoys us?"
- "Can't you understand that this kid is only 8 years old? With your behaviour, you've only shown that you're not any better than him!"
Now that in fact cut deep. Was there really not such a big difference between Marc and I?
I had to admit that Peter was right. He looked into my sad face and said: "Look, Randy, I can really understand that you don't like Marc at all. Neither do I, he's really a spoiled brat. But you are 5 years older than him, so you have to be more tolerant towards his behaviour and should react like an adult and not like a little kid. That's what I meant yesterday with saying that, if you were my kid, I would spank you, because as you behaved like a little kid, you would deserve to get spanked like a kid."
Although I knew that he again was right, this frightened me. I was too close to the spanking I knew I deserved. So I said: "But I'm not your kid!"
- "Certainly, that's why I'm not allowed to spank you, although it's really a pity. But you seem to understand what I was saying so I hope my words will do."
- "I promise I won't do anything to Marc again."
- "O. K., I hope you won't forget that."
With that I left, but still I didn't feel very well. Although Peter had said more or less that everything was allright, I felt that there was still a little problem between us. We hadn't fully reconciled, so there was another night where I didn't sleep very well. I had a dream about him spanking me, and when I woke up afterwards, I realised what I had to do.
The next day I didn't join the rest of the gang who went to town. I was disappointed that Dennis didn't want to come with me to get spanked by Peter, but he said that I was nothing but crazy. At least he promised me to keep his mouth shut about what I had in mind.
So, I went to Peter to talk to him again. I told him that I still felt quite uncomfortable about this whole thing and that I was sorry for having disappointed him.
- "Well, what should I do about it?" he asked me.
I took a deep breath: "Treat me as if I were your kid."
- "You mean that I should spank you?" He looked surprised. Now I started to wonder if this had been such a good idea.
- "Um, well, ..... yes, I think so.... I mean.... see, I want to make sure that you are not angry with me anymore, so I have to prove that I really understand what you said yesterday. I ..... I would just feel better... if.... well, you said that I deserve a spanking. I like you, I respect you, so if you say so, then it is right and.... you should just do it.... I mean....I'm not your kid, but.... I give you permission to.....ssss....pppp....spank me."
Peter smiled. He looked as if he had just waited for me to say that. That look made me feel alot better because I saw that I was winning him back.
- "I'm happy to hear that, Randy, but I want to emphasize that this is not some kind of game. I promise that it's gonna hurt."
- "I'm afraid a spanking is supposed to hurt, isn't it?"
That smile again! I really liked that guy!
- "O. K., come with me."
With that, we went upstairs to the second floor of his house and to his bedroom. He sat down on his bed and told me to pull down my pants and lie down across his lap. I did as I was told.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Oh dear, indeed a spanking is supposed to hurt.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I recommend that you never give permission to a very good tennis player to spank you.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
This was really incredible. He had been playing tennis for maybe 30 years now and his right arm was so strong that I was out of breath very soon.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He beat me steadily and I started to cry because of the pain. My poor ass was really on fire.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Another difference to "usual" spankers was that he didn't get tired. If somebody else had beat me that hard, he would've had to take a break because his arm would've gotten tired. Not Peter.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I knew that I deserved it. And I knew that I had to swallow that in order to reconcile with Peter. I tried not to complain, so the only reactions of mine were those my head couldn't control anymore because my body did what it wanted in reaction to the pain.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
On and on he went, and finally after about what must've been one hundred beats he stopped. I remained lying there across his lap for a while because I was quite exhausted, and he comforted me saying that he was very proud of me because of my decision to get spanked and that I was something special. These words out of his mouth were worth the pain, and if you ask if I would allow him to spank me again, the answer is: YES!
Well, everything was fine again with Peter - at least for me. Dennis realized quickly that there was still a problem between him and Peter, and he was quite angry when he noticed that only I had managed to reconcile with our teacher. I told him that I had really done what I had planned, and he understood that it was his only chance to do the same. He did so later that day and the spanking he got seemed to have been even harder than mine - at least the way he described it. But he was also proud of this decision and said that he should've listened to what I had proposed already the day before.
So, everything was fine again between Peter, Dennis and I - only Marc was still a problem, because he hadn't really changed. He kept on annoying us and having noticed that we didn't hit him back as usual, things even got worse. Now it didn't seem fair that Dennis and I had received spankings and Marc had not? We couldn't go to Peter and complain because he wouldn't spank that kid. We had to spank him ourselves.
Therefore, Dennis and I changed our strategy. Whenever Marc did something, we told him that he deserved a hard spanking. We couldn't play tricks on him anymore so the only ammunition we had were words. Also we couldn't just catch him and slap him on the ass because he would only run to Peter again and we would get another spanking, maybe even with Marc watching as a part of the punishment. Now that was really too risky.
Again and again we said that he really needed a spanking. He especially hated to hear that in front of the others who laughed at him and also joined us in telling him that this was exactly what he deserved. He asked us several times to stop saying that all the time, but we answered that we would keep on telling him until he finally admited it.
One day when there was nobody around us, we also told him that we would forgive him for everything that he had done to deserve a spanking after it is done. He looked puzzled.
- "Why should you forgive me?"
- "See, it's like in church. You say that you regret it, you receive your punishment, and then the matter is closed."
- "But I never got spanked!!!"
- "Well, that explains everything", I said.
- "I would also say that under these circumstances it's really about time that someone spanks you", Dennis added.
We've really talked that kid into it. Marc had also noticed that the things had kinda got out of his hands. He had started to get on our nerves and felt as if he had to go on doing that because it would be strange if he stopped from one day to the other. He was still a little kid, but he realized that it was a good opportunity to close this chapter.
- "But, you won't spank me too hard!?"
Dennis and I looked at each other and grinned. This question showed us that he was starting to accept the idea of us spanking him.
- "Marc, if the spanking doesn't hurt, it's not worth anything. We will spank you thoroughly and your butt will ache for a while. Otherwise you can forget the whole thing."
He looked down at his feet and didn't answer.
- "Let me propose something", I said. "You can think about it for a while, and Dennis and I will be waiting for you in the squash hall at 7 p. m. If you want to close this chapter, if you want us to stop telling you that you deserve a spanking, and if you understand that you haven't behaved very well towards us, then you're gonna be there."
With that we left, and the whole afternoon we couldn't do anything but think and talk about Marc and wonder if he would really let us spank him. Both of us were really looking forward to spanking him and waited impatiently for the appointment at 7 p. m.
He wasn't there when we waited for him. After 10 minutes of waiting, we were about to give up when he finally appeared. Dennis and I smiled.
- "O. K." he said with a sigh. "I just want it to be over."
Now that he had made this decision, we both knew that we had to comfort him. We told him that we were proud of him and even shook hands. Then Dennis explained how the punishment would look like: "First of all, I'm gonna give you ten slaps on the seat of your pants to warm you up. They are not really gonna hurt. Then, Randy will take down your pants and give you 20 beats on there bare, and the last 10 will be given by me again."
Marc was shocked. Not about the amount of the beats, but...: "You didn't say anything about on the bare!!!! This is not fair!!!"
We remained calm and explained him patiently that spankings usually have to be on the bare and that we were already doing him a favour with starting to spank him on the seat of his pants. We reminded him of the reason why he was here, and he finally gave in.
Dennis started to spank him lightly.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
He moaned a bit, but didn't cry.
Then, it was my part. I told him to lie down across my lap and pulled down his shorts. I smacked his bottom a lot harder than Dennis had done it before and I had him crying by the third beat. He pleaded me to stop, but the only thing I did was interrupt for a while and give him a break.
- "I can stop now, but then everything so far was worthless. Don't you want to reconcile with us?"
- "I swear I won't do anything to you anymore", he cried.
- "Yes, Marc, I know, but to make sure we have to finish this spanking. And if you take this spanking like a man, afterwards I am gonna tell you a story you will enjoy to hear. But I'm only gonna tell it if you swallow the entire punishment."
I waited some seconds and as he didn't protest continued spanking him. He cried but tried not to complain. I had managed to make him curious and he wanted to get through it. When I had finished, he really cried like a baby, but he didn't protest very much when Dennis grabbed him and put him across his knees.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
With that, his punishment was over. His bottom was glowing in a nice red and he was sobbing. We helped him to get dressed again and both of us gave him a hug.
- "What was the story?" he asked, still in tears.
Dennis and I grinned. "See, Marc, neither of us is gonna tell anyone about the spanking we gave you, but therefore you have to promise that what I'm gonna tell you now is also our secret." I said.
- "I promise", he sobbed.
- "And you know that you will get another spanking that's gonna be a lot worse if you should blab it to anyone?" Dennis insisted.
- "Yes, yes."
- "Well, both of us got spanked by Peter after you had complained about us. And that is why we had to spank you. It's only fair, isn't it?"
Despite the pain in his ass, Marc managed a smile: "I would love to have seen that."
The three of us grinned and left the squash hall. Nobody had noticed what had happened in there and all of us were quite relieved about that.
Marc kept on annoying some of the other kids but didn't do anything to us again and whenever someone of the bigger kids overreacted the way Dennis and I had done at the beginning, we protected Marc. They wondered why we had changed our opinion towards Marc, but we didn't tell anyone.
One day when Marc again had played a trick on someone and we had to protect him from a huge 16-year-old who almost wanted to kill him, we told him that although the other one had overreacted, it was something he deserved to get spanked for. Marc was thankful to us because we had rescued him and therefore we made another appointment in the squash hall that evening. After all, he wasn't such a bad kid.