The boy's pulled into the Ontario Driving School. Its specialty is teaching truck drivers, but it also has a regular school that concentrates on defensive driving and what to do in emergencies. There are several acres of land for driving practice. Traffic cones are placed strategically to teach someone maneuverability in tight places. There are oil slicks and water holes to teach spinning out of control. The school usually teaches older drivers who want more advanced training for whatever the reason: police work, security, etc.
A large stout man in his 50's approached the boys. The guy had arms as large as Bobby's thighs and the largest hands the kid had ever seen. His voice was gruff and his mannerisms no nonsense.
"One of you boys Bobby Perkins?"
"I am, sir. I'm ready for my driving exercises, sir."
"Don't call me sir, kid. My name is Big Red, not sir. Got that, kid? You're just a baby. How old are you? Let me see some ID. You don't look old enough to drive, boy, and I don't teach bicycle training."
"Here's my ID, sir, er, Big Red. I'll be sixteen next weekend. My dad enrolled me here."
"I know. He's the guy with the big bucks insisting I train you. You got the money. I got the time. Let's get into our training car, and you show me what you know about driving. Is your friend coming with us? If you do, kid, you have to keep your mouth shut, understand?"
"Yes, Big Red," Steve said.
Bobby positioned himself in the driver's seat. He was nervous with perspiration beads on his forehead. Big Red was intimidating the boy. The kid had never met someone like this guy. My son has a lot to learn about people. His cute, boyish looks just don't cut it with some people. With Big Red only one thing would count and that's knowing what he's doing behind the wheel. After about 15 minutes of driving, Big Red said:
"What's the matter, kid? You've been squirming in that seat the whole time. Your dad whip your ass or something?"
Steve started laughing. Bobby stopped the car and turned to Big Red with a shocked, startled look then looked back at Steve with a look that said: "Keep your _f_u_c_k_ing mouth shut." Then he looked back at Big Red not knowing what to say.
"Don't be embarrassed, kid. If your dad spanked your ass good it's because you deserved it. Did you learn your lesson? I've got three grown sons. I whipped their asses often even when they were your age. They deserved it, of course. See this arm and these hands? I wish I had a dollar for every time I walloped their butts. They are good men today, because of the way I kept them in line. You're blushing, kid. Did I touch a sensitive nerve in you?"
Bobby was still looking at Big Red with eyes wide, mouth open and in total shock as to what to say. He was able to turn to Steve, who was laughing uncontrollably, and say:
"Shut the _f_u_c_k_ up, Steve. Shut up!"
"Watch it, kid, Big Red doesn't like that kind of language coming from a kid your age. If I had your dad's permission, I'd spank you now."
Steve stopped laughing long enough to say, "I'll give you the number, Big Red."
Bobby turned to Steve and gave him the finger. Steve continued laughing. Big Red saw that gesture of Bobby's.
"Bobby, I'm going to call your dad if you keep up this kind of behavior. I won't continue the driving test with you acting like that. Do you understand?"
Big Red's gruff, loud voice and Steve's uncontrollable laughter were spooking Bobby, making the kid unsure of himself and how he was going to get out of this mess. The boy had two faces: one was shock, fear, eyes wide and mouth open to Big Red, and one of anger for Steve. Bobby continued squirming in his seat and occasionally rubbing his butt nervously. Steve was loving every minute of Bobby's overall discomfort.
"I'm sorry, Big Red. Please don't call my dad. I'll watch my language. That butthead in the back seat is making me nuts. And, well, my rear end is sore."
"Kid, maybe your friend is obnoxious, but you have to keep your cool while driving. There are a lot of obnoxious distractions on the road. You have to deal with them. I'm convinced your dad whipped your ass good and hard, unless you're sunburned back there. You don't do that kind of weird thing do you, son?"
"Absolutely not, Big Red. I'm a decent kid. I wouldn't do something obscene like that."
With that, Steve began laughing so hard he was crying. Steve knew only too well Bobby's sunbathing habits.
"That's good, kid. Then your dad did spank you, huh?"
"No, Big Red, I think I've got a medical problem. I've been too embarrassed to talk to Dad about it."
Steve was rolling in the backseat holding his ribs, which were hurting from all the laughter. Steve thought, "Where does Bobby come away with this _s_h_i_t_? Why doesn't he admit to a spanking and get on with the driving test? This kid has blown his head gasket."
"Medical problem, Bobby? You must talk to your dad. You might have hemorrhoids. It's a common thing and easily treated with stuff like Preparation H. I have hemorrhoids, and I use these."
Big Red reached into his bag and pulled out a package of suppositories.
"Try one of these, son. It will make you feel better. And I'll get you my special pillow with the hole in it. The thing looks like a doughnut but is very comfortable when hemorrhoids flare up. Here, take this."
Big Red held up the inch-long suppository wrapped in foil for Bobby to take.
Steve was no longer on the backseat. He'd rolled over onto the floor of the car with laughter.
Bobby looked at the silver thing that sort of looked like a shiny bullet and gave Big Red another shocked look. The kid was blushing so red you'd think he'd been sunburned.
"What am I supposed to do with that, Big Red? Swallow it?"
Big Red laughed so loud his belly was bouncing up and down, and he thought he'd bust a gut any minute. Bobby just stared at him without a smile on his face wondering what is the matter with the people in this car. What do they find so funny? He didn't see any humor in any of this.
"I don't know what a suppository is, Big Red? I've never seen something like this. Steve, will you shut up? I don't have a clue what's going on here."
Steve knew what a suppository was and how to use it. He was hoping that Big Red would stick it up Bobby's ass. That would really climax this driving test. Steve continued laughing, but he needed a tissue to wipe his eyes and blow his nose from all the laughing. He couldn't think of anything funnier than this incident with Bobby.
Big Red was trying to control his own laughter and the innocense of Bobby.
"Son, you take this suppository and go over to that Porta-Potty and shove it up your ass." Big Red was giggling but somewhat in control.
Bobby took the suppository, looked at the Porta-Potty and back at Big Red with total confusion on his face. He absolutely did not want to use this thing or even pretend to.
"You mean I shove this up me with this foil on the thing? That can't be right. I don't even know how to do that, Big Red? Can't we just get going on the driving test.? I'm anxious to get on with my life."
Big Red and Steve began their uncontrollable laughter again much to the total frustration of Bobby. Finally, Big Red stopped long enough to explain things to Bobby.
"Kid, you go to the Porta-Potty, pull your pants down, take the foil off the suppository, bend over and with your finger stick the thing up your ass. Suck in your ass cheeks and your gut to suck it in so that it goes up your butt and stays there. Pull your pants back up, wash your hands and come out here and drive sitting on my special pillow. You want me to shove it in for you?"
The laughter between Big Red and Steve took up again much to Bobby's embarrassment and now total humiliation. The boy thought: "I can't come back here for driving tests with Big Red and that idiot friend Steve. This is just too much for me to handle. I'll get Dad to find another school or come with me. How can I tell Dad about this? Jesus, I've never been so embarrassed. This afternoon is going to be the death of me."
Bobby left the car and looked back at his tormentors, still laughing in the car and wondering to himself if there was a legal way to kill both of them. He went to the Porta-Potty and found the foulest, filthiest and worst place he'd been in his young life. He didn't want to touch a thing in that place for fear of his health. The boy dropped the suppository down a drain. After a respectable moment, he returned to the car where his tormentors were still laughing. "Please, Dear God, let me go on with the driving lessons and go home. Please!" he prayed. But he wasn't off the hook yet with Big Red.
"Boy, does that feel better? It should in a few minutes. Now, there's one other thing I want to talk to you about. Those shorts you're wearing are obscene. They are way too short. The slits on the sides expose your butt when you sit or bend over. That tank top exposes too much of your body. You ain't queer, kid, are you? You can't be. You're too young to know about such things."
Steve was rocking back and forth in the backseat laughing and crying. This day is just too much, he thought. Big Red continued his lecture looking sternly at Bobby, who was wide eyed, mouth open and in total shock again. "Will this ever end?" he thought.
"On future lessons I want to see you dressed like a young decent man. If one of my boys had dressed like that, I'd think he was queer, a faggot or some _s_e_x_ pervert. I'd whip him until he came to his senses and became a normal person. What you're wearing just ain't normal, kid. Does your dad know you dress like that? If he did I'd think for sure he'd be ashamed of you."
Bobby was speechless. He thought about crying. His eyes were already glassy and probably showed he was near tears. His mind had already blocked out Steve's continued hysterics. He didn't know how much more criticisms and humiliation he could take before breaking down. He said all that he could think to say in this situation:
"I'm sorry, Big Red. These are just very old clothes. I guess, maybe, they've had it. I'll wear something better tomorrow. I promise. Big Red, this has been one very trying day for me. I'd like to stop now and go home. Please?"
"No way, kid, real men keep going when it gets tough. You have to learn that. And now is the best time to learn under pressure. Let's drive."
Bobby thought what did he do to deserve this? He even thought that God might be punishing him for being gay or _s_e_x_ually active. Everything is just too confusing right now. "I have to confide in Dad. I need some support." The boy wiped some tears from his eyes and tried his best to be in control and drive the _d_a_m_n_ car to Big Red's orders. In an hour it was over. Bobby had never been so exhausted in his life. His body was having muscle tension, and he ached all over; he had a headache.
"Not bad, Bobby, not bad at all. You did real good on that last test. I'm proud of you. I'll see you kids tomorrow at 9:00 a. m. sharp. And be sure to dress like men. One more thing, Bobby, you need a long talk with your dad. If you've got some sort of problems, it's best to get them out now before it's too late. See you tomorrow, boys."
Big Red walked over to the office. Bobby looked at Steve with eyes that could kill. But he was just too exhausted to lay into his best friend. Right now, he just wanted to go home and get a hug from someone. Steve gave him that hug before they left the school.
"Thanks, Steve, I really needed that. Please take me home."
There wasn't much talk between them on the 45-minute drive home in rush hour traffic. Bobby tried to sleep but without much success. They just listened to music. This time it was the softer music of easy rock and oldies on KOST-FM.
My day was spent talking to lawyers, bankers and people whose organizations were seeking donations from large contributors. I was tired of that and went to the pool for brisk swimming and general relaxation. There was loud laughter coming from the house and Bobby doing a lot of cursing and screaming. They came out to the pool. What was going on? Bobby doesn't curse at his best friend Steve.
Steve was still laughing but seemed to be tiring of Bobby's harassment. But the kid would not let up on Steve, calling him every name in the book.
"What's wrong with you two?"
"Dad, I had one of the worst days of my life and this bastard just made things worse by laughing at me."
"Let's here it from the top. I guess this has something to do with the driving lessons."
Bobby was very animated and explained every detail of his dealings with Big Red. The boy was gesturing, walking back and forth as he repeated each word that was said. Listening to him and the way he was describing things I, too, began to roll in laughter along with Steve. This was upsetting the kid.
"What's wrong with you guys? You're the most important people to me and you're laughing at me. Can't I get support from you, Dad?"
I just kept laughing. Bobby continued with his detailed analysis of the day and in doing so began to see the humor in it. Suddenly he, too, began laughing at himself.
"Are you sure you're not making this up, son?"
"No, Dad, not one bit, it's all true." He continued as though he were a comedian on stage telling jokes. We were all in stitches. It took more than an hour to describe the events. He was now ready to go back and confront Big Red and get on with his lessons. All was forgiven with Steve. Bobby hugged him and said he was sorry for cursing his friend.
"One thing, Dad, I'll still ware these tattered short shorts just to piss off Big Red. I won't ware a shirt, either. That should doubly piss him off. One thing for sure, though, I'm going to be the best sixteen-year-old driver he ever taught."
I reminded the boys that Susan's do in town Wednesday, just a day away.
"Are you boys ready for your big scene? Bobby are you ready for the pool party with our gay friends on Sunday? They'll want to give you a birthday spanking, including Steve and me. That's 22 people ganging up on you."
The boys looked at each as though they had forgotten the week's coming events.
"Dad, Steve and I have got to start planning. Come on lover boy what do you want to do? We can take a swim and then go to my room and plan."
"Bobby, we can swim and plan, too. This is going to be fun. Dave, we'll need your advice. Let's put on our swimsuits."
"Stevie, we do have them on. Take off your shorts. On second thought, why do we need them anyway?"
It was 9:00 a. m. Tuesday and Steve was taking Bobby to his lessons at the Ontario Driving School and probably another confrontation with Big Red. They didn't care about Red; they were eagerly discussing their plans for the big whipping scene with Susan tomorrow.
Every detail had to be worked out. They needed three digital cameras. Each boy had one so a third camera needed to be borrowed. There had to be three camcorders for different angle shots. They had two and another needed to be borrowed, along with enough tripods. All of this stuff was also needed for the bash on Sunday when Bobby and Steve get spanked by 22 people on Bobby's sixteenth birthday and a belated birthday party for Steve.
They needed a couple straps, two whips, cuffs, nipple clamps, chains, maybe some dog collars. What would they ware as slave boys? How long would they ware anything before they go naked?
So much to do and so little time left to prepare. The scene had to be perfect. Susan would surely improvise things on her own. She likes to direct things and take charge. But it's their scene, and they wanted most of it to go their way. Susan and I would be the supporting cast; they would be the stars. That's not the way it normally goes in adult scenes. But, hey, these are boys, and they want to be the center of attention and have all the fun their way.
They knew they would call me Master and Sir. What would they call Susan? Steve didn't like the idea of calling his sister Mistress Susan. Mistress is ok, but he didn't want to use her name; it's too personal. That takes away from his scene. She has to be a different person than his sister. Bobby switches back and forth. Some scenes I remain his dad, in others I'm Master. In the dad scenes, he remains the bad boy son. In the Master scenes, he becomes a slave boy, whipping boy, etc. It's his call; I don't care.
The boys were so excited about the planning they didn't think to turn on the car radio for music, which is unusual for them.
As planed for today at the driving school, the boys were going to defy Big Red the gorilla instructor who seems to enjoy intimidating his young student, Bobby, with his gruff manner. Each was shirtless and wore tattered short shorts denim jeans and no shoes — though they had shoes in the car. This would really piss off Big Red who told them not dress that way. It was indecent, and they looked like queers and faggots. They're gay, anyway. So what do they care what this big guy thinks?
They pulled into the driving school lot and stopped at the office trailer. It was difficult to suddenly separate their scene planning from what had to happen at the school. But Bobby was ready to get even with Big Red. He hadn't told Steve about his plans. That would spoil the upcoming fun. Bobby looked in the car's mirror and brushed his hair just right so the bangs hung down perfectly above the eyebrows. He put on his baseball cap backward, and adjusted it in the car's mirror so it would tilt way back on his head. He thought he had that perfect young boy look.
"What do you think, Steve?"
"You look like a little fourteen-year-old kid too young to drive a car."
"Good, that's just what I want to look like. Let's go inside."
Only Big Red was in the small office trailer. He was in another room talking on the phone. Steve took a seat. Bobby stood in the middle of the outer office. He put his hands on his hips and relaxed one leg so he leaned to one side making his right hip stick out. He adjusted his shorts a little lower to show more navel and belly.
"How do I look, Steve?"
"Like a very obnoxious, _s_e_x_y little boy." Steve was laughing. He could see what might be coming next. He stopped laughing and just smiled so not to ruin the fun with Big Red.
Big Red hung up his phone and came out to the reception area. He took one look at Bobby and stopped. He crossed his arms and had an angry look on his face. He glanced briefly at Steve and the way he was dressed or undressed then back at Bobby, the pupil. Big Red's face was turning as red as his name and it wasn't out of embarrassment. This gorilla was one angry dude. Things were going well, just as Bobby had planned.
Bobby just stood there trying to be as boyish and _s_e_x_y as he could with only an innocent smile on his face and staring directly at Big Red's eyes.
"No way, kids. No way. Get the hell out of here and get dressed like men. I told you that yesterday. Don't you dare defy me and my orders? There's no driving lesson today, not with you guys looking like queers."
"Big Red, my dad paid you $2,500 cash up-front to teach me. That's a lot of money for a few hours a day for a week. He said you were worth it, because you're good. You give me my lessons or give the money back. I'm not changing clothes to suit you."
Big Red seemed stunned at Bobby's defiance. The kid was so meek and humble yesterday. Now he's acting the tough guy in a fourteen-year-old looking body staring Big Red eye to eye on a level playing field. A look around the office showed that Big Red could sure use the easy money from these lessons. To give the money back would hurt very much.
"You're rich kids who've never had it the hard way. You think you can go anyplace and throw your dad's money around and have the world bend over to please you. You want to have it your way all the time. You make me sick. If you were my kid, I'd whip your ass good. You rich kids have it on a golden platter. You get very expensive cars at a young age. Anything you want, you get it. My kids had to work for what they got. Their first cars were jalopies that they had to rebuild to make them run. You get a brand-new $60,000 car on your sixteenth birthday."
"No one said life is fair, Big Red. I lied to you yesterday. I don't have hemorrhoids. My dad whipped me good and that's why my ass was itching and stinging. I told him all about yesterday. You have his permission to spank me, if you think I'm out of line. But the lessons must continue."
Steve was trying to hold back laughter but was amazed at Bobby's ability to rile Big Red and get him going. Just maybe the kid's going to get a spanking. He wants one, for sure. But will Big Red give it to him? Steve couldn't wait to see how this plays out.
Big Red just stood there eyeballing Bobby and trying without success to break the kid down, which was frustrating Red to no end. Bobby wasn't fazed in the least by this monster. He was doing an excellent job playing the obnoxious, spoiled rich brat testing the limit's of Big Red's anger. The boy was working to make Red play right into his hand and do as Bobby wanted. Red could not tolerate this little bastard failing to follow his orders.
"I'll get your file, kid, and phone your dad. We're going to get this disobedience straightened out."
"Don't use the phone number in the file. You'll just reach the answering machine. Dad's not home. Use this number." Bobby gave Red a slip of paper with a phone number.
"That's the number to Dad's secretary, Michelle. She always knows where Dad is. If she's not there, the phone will rotate to the answering service. Just say 'this is code star one' that tells the person it's me calling. They'll contact Dad immediately."
Red started calling. This was going perfectly, Bobby thought. Steve couldn't sit any longer. He had to pace the floor. This was just too _d_a_m_n_ exciting.
Big Red finished the call and stood with his arms crossed and staring at Bobby. The boy just kept his hands on his hips and stared back at Red in such a way that most adults would want to walk over and strangle the kid.
In two minutes the phone rang.
"Ontario Driving School."
"Hello, Red, this is Dave Perkins. There's a message for me to call my son."
"Mr. Perkins, your kid is here and defied my orders to dress properly for the lessons. He's hardly dressed at all. The shorts are too short. That's all he's wearing, no shirt and no shoes. The kid is being totally obnoxious and disrespectful. If he were my kid, I'd whip his ass big time. You should punish him."
"I know how the boy can be. He's unruly and a real troublemaker. I want the lessons to continue today. You can punish him anyway you like. If you spank him, don't give any more than 10 swats. I'll finish him off at home tonight. Let me talk to Bobby."
"Yes, Dad."
"Are you sure this is what you want? I did exactly as you told me. This guy is really big and angry. I don't want him giving you any injury, be careful. And keep your shorts on. No bare ass whipping. Is Steve there to protect you if something goes wrong?"
"Yes, Dad. Why are you going to let this big, ugly gorilla whip me? I haven't done anything wrong. This guy's got a thing out for me. Please, Dad."
"Son, I hope Red can't hear me laughing. You deserve an acting award for this performance. Be careful, that's my biggest concern. Have fun. When you've finished the lessons, give me a call. I'll be in meetings most of the day. Good luck."
"Dad, you're not going to help me?"
"He hung up on me. All right, Red, you win."
Steve was having a difficult time trying not to smile and hold back his laughter. This was going to be so much fun to watch. He wondered if Red would mind if he took some digital pictures. The camera was in the car.
Bobby walked to the desk, spread his legs and angled his bare feet. He leaned forward placing the palms of his hands on the desk. His shoulders were arched up touching his ear lobes. He stuck his butt out to await the whipping. His baseball cap was backward and tilted way back with the cap's beak covering a portion of his right shoulder. The kid looked like a very bad school boy waiting for a whipping from the teacher.
Bobby had a couple concerns. He was shirtless and didn't want a whipping on his back. There's a scene with Susan tomorrow and the weekend pool parties. He didn't want any marks that would take no more than today to ware off.
"Big Red, do you mind if I get my camera? I want to show Bobby's dad that the kid got a whipping and didn't weasel out of it. He'll probably get another one tonight," Steve said.
"I don't care what you want to do, kid."
Bobby thought, Steve you're thinking. Good boy.
Steve quickly ran to the car and returned with the camera and started taking shots of Bobby.
Big Red took off his inch-wide belt. He thought about using the buckle end to whip the boy or maybe doubling the belt. But we live in a sue-happy society, and he didn't want to injure the kid to the point that he'd be sued or worse, arrested. No, he decided to wallop the boy hard enough to cause pain on his rear the rest of the day and humiliate the spoiled brat. Besides, now that he has permission to spank Bobby, he would eagerly use this new authority during the rest of the week's lessons. He wasn't going to tolerate this brat's bad behavior.
"Bobby, I don't like being called a 'big ugly gorilla'. You seem to be asking for this punishment. Your dad calls you a trouble maker and unruly. You have to learn more respect for adults and what they tell you to do."
Rig Red's belt seemed to be 42" long. The guy's got one huge belly. He rolled the belt on his left hand except for a foot and a half. He stood firmly, a little more than two feet from Bobby's right side. He lifted his powerful arm with a wide very forceful swing and landed the first lash across Bobby's ass.
WHACK!!!!
"OUCH!! JESUS CHRIST, MAN"
WHACK!!!!
"GOD ALMIGHTY! THAT _f_u_c_k_ING HURTS!"
"Stop the cursing, boy. You're making me really angry. Are you going to apologize?"
WHACK!!!!
"WOW!!!! GO TO HELL! I'M NOT GOING TO APOLOGIZE FOR ANYTHING."
Steve was taking camera shots from all kinds of angles. He thought Bobby is sure egging this guy on. This whipping must surely hurt big time. He's wearing only a thong bikini underneath those old shorts. There's nothing to protect him. The kid must be crying by now. How can he not have any marks on him? Those are very powerful lashes. Oh, God, Dave will be mad at me if I let this guy really hurt Bobby. Maybe I should say something.
WHACK!!!!
"OUCH!!!! YOU SON OF A"
"Don't you finish that, boy? Believe me you will deeply regret it. Are you ready to apologize?"
Big Red was using wider and stronger swings to lash Bobby's ass. He was putting the full force of his weight into each swing.
WHACK!!!!
"OOOOOOOOOOO!!!! WHY SHOULD I BE SORRY?"
"Big Red, don't you think you should go easier on Bobby? He wasn't that bad," Steve said.
"Stay out of this, Steve. When I'm through with him, do you want to take his place? If not, then shut up."
WHACK!!!!
"WOOOOOOOOOW!!!! YOU THINK YOU'RE A BIG MAN WHIPPING A KID! GO AFTER SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!"
The door opened and in walked this woman every bit as big as Red. If she sat on Bobby, she'd break every bone in his body and leave him flat as a piece of cardboard.
"What's going on here, Red? Isn't that the Perkins boy? Why are you doing this to him? Don't you know his dad will get you for this?"
"Martha, stay out of this and sit at your desk and shut up. This boy's very bad behavior needs to be punished. I talked to his dad. He gave me permission to whip him. He's got four more spanks to go."
Martha sat at her desk. The very desk Bobby was leaning against for his whipping. She looked him in the face.
"Son, is Red telling the truth. Does he have the permission of your dad? Did you disobey Red?
"Yes, he has Dad's permission. No, I didn't do anything wrong and I'm not going to apologize to Red."
Martha could see that Bobby's eyes were glassy and some tears were dropping down his face. She saw his bare chest heaving in and out as he breathed deeply. She was surprised that the boy wasn't blushing or ashamed that she was sitting there looking at him and ready to watch his whipping.
"Go ahead, Red, do your thing. But this better not stop the lesson contract or cause a refund."
Red resumed his stance. His aim was always on target. He lashed Bobby's ass as hard as he would hit a nail with a hammer or a ball with a bat.
WHACK!!!!
"OUCH!!!! JESUS CHRIST, MAN!"
Martha saw the pain on Bobby's face. The boy's mouth was open and he was pounding down hard on his teeth. His chest seemed to collapse with that spank, as though the breath had been taken out of him. Then it was fully extended, as he breathed in deeply to try to restore himself.
"Don't use the Lord's name in front of me with that kind of tone, boy. I'm a religious woman. And I don't allow the Lord's name taken in vain or any cursing."
Bobby didn't look at her or say anything. He just glanced down at the desk then up to the ceiling.