Steve was still taking pictures. He wanted a few frontal shots of Bobby and the Fat Lady with Red aiming his belt at the boy. Wow! This is Bobby's first public whipping. Did the kid get in over his head with this scam? Steve thought it might be fun to be in Bobby's place. Then again, he'd have to give it some careful thought. He couldn't wait to be alone with Bobby to get his reaction. There were more days of driving lessons to go with Red. This scene might happen again, if Bobby forces it.
"Are you ready to apologize, boy?"
No word from Bobby.
WHACK!!!!
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!! NO, I'M NOT GOING TO APOLOGIZE!"
Steve was standing behind Martha and took a shot of Bobby's contorted face as this lash landed on what must be one swollen and sore butt. Martha just kept looking at Bobby's body with no reaction on her face. She didn't seem to care if he was in pain. Her folded arms across her big chest seemed to say that this is what the boy deserves for bad language and behavior. She had one very stern look on her face.
Steve thought it rather strange that Bobby wasn't crying more, although the kid's eyes were a little glassy. He seemed to be holding up remarkably well. Throughout the ordeal, Bobby never changed his stance at the desk. His butt still stuck out for more, as though he were begging for a spanking, daring it to happen.
WHACK!!!!
"WOW! OUCH!!!! MAN YOU DON'T HAVE TO TRY TO KILL ME!"
Red was using that belt with all his weight and might. Bobby has a beautiful, firm, well-rounded ass. But it's still a boy's butt. He's not that big and doesn't have any fat that would give him much protection.
Steve thought that Bobby had really made a big mistake doing this. He must have welts and marks that will ruin his play tomorrow with Susan and be an embarrassment at the weekend pool parties. Why did he let it go this far?
"Apologize to me, Bobby."
WHACK!!!!
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!! OK, OK, YOU WIN RED. I'M SORRY AND I APOLOGIZE."
That was the tenth and last lash of the whipping. Bobby stood up straight and rubbed his ass. Then he rubbed his eyes and took a tissue from Martha's desk to blow his nose. Back to rubbing his ass, Bobby turned around to face Big Red.
Big Martha just sat there with folded arms looking at Bobby rubbing his ass. Steve took more shots and was glad this was over. The whole thing took 45 minutes. It seemed like an hour and a half.
Big Red put his belt back on and stared at Bobby. They both spent a moment staring at each other. Bobby broke the silence.
"Are we ready for the driving lesson?"
"You've just been whipped, boy. Are you ready for lessons? You apologized to me. So that means you're going to obey my orders, right?"
"I apologized for calling you names. I'll obey your driving instructions. But I'm not going to change the way I dress. Take me as you see me or not at all. I'll put on shoes for driving. But that's it."
These two knuckleheads would be at odds with each other for the rest of the training days. Bobby fully planned to press Big Red's buttons asking for more trouble. Steve thought this is going to be a lot of fun to watch. He was so anxious to hear Bobby's plans and his reaction to the whipping. Steve had a beautiful erection during the entire scene. He wanted, needed, to cum at the first available chance.
The boys left the trailer for Steve's car to get shoes and wait for Red.
"How do you feel? Man, that must have really hurt. You have to have one bruised ass, Bobby. Won't that ruin the scene tomorrow and the pool party? You have so much to tell me."
"It hurt, Steve. I'll tell you more later when Red's gone. Here's the rest of my plan. I'm going to do my best on the lessons and tests. No scew-ups. But when the car is stopped or Red is changing lessons, there's a few moments when we can cut up and pretend to fight, kid stuff, playing around and stuff. You know, the kind of thing that adults hate. It gets them all bent out of shape. It will drive Red nuts. He'll threaten another spanking for the both of us. We'll go for it, giggling and laughing as though we don't care. He'll probably make us lean against the car or something and do his thing to put us in shape. No more belts. He must use his hand. My excuse is that I'm too sore and Dad will get mad at Red. Your excuse is that your dad has not given Red permission. Red could get into trouble if he roughs you up. Got it?"
Red was coming out of the trailer and heading for the test car. He noticed the boys talking.
"Bobby, I understand your plan. Let's go and have some fun."
Bobby sat in the driver's seat and was squirming a bit. He kept adjusting himself and rubbing his butt. He looked over at Red for instructions.
Red had a smirk on his face totally enjoying Bobby's discomfort. Red wanted Bobby to drive down a make believe street that had several old junk cars parked on either side. He had some kind of remote gadget in his hand and held it out the test car's window.
"Kid, start driving toward those parked cars and pick up your speed to 35 mph."
The boy got to speed as he reached the parked cars. Suddenly from the left a poster of an old woman appeared out of nowhere from between two parked cars and directly in Bobby's path.
Bobby reacted instantly and stepped on the brakes. The car stopped about 10 feet from the poster.
"Not bad, boy. The posted speed limit for this so-called street is 35 mph. What would have happened had you been going 45 or 50?"
"I would have killed that lady, Red."
"Exactly! You were able to stop in time because you were driving the posted speed limit. Also, you're not under the influence of anything that would impair your driving causing you not to react so quickly. Many young people want to go faster than the speed limit and they cause accidents. Older people do the same thing. But, it's mostly the young people. You have to know your limits, kid. Even though the speed limit is 35, this is supposedly a residential street. It's wiser to go a little slower, say 25 to 30. There are too many kids and too many ways to have accidents. Lesson learned, boy?"
"Yes, sir."
Red looked at Bobby closely. The kid has a deep Southern California tan. But this time he looked white. Although it was a poster of an old woman in a test ride. Bobby somehow took the incident to a level of reality that scared him very much. That made Red very pleased.
"Back up son, straight back, without curving to the starting line."
The boy did the back up correctly with no weaving. That made Red happy. The kid had learned to do drive backwards in a straight line. Red thought, the boy is a very good student who learns quickly, but he's also one spoiled brat that drives people nuts.
This particular lesson continued with various posters coming out from different angles as Bobby drove the car down this mythical street. Each time Bobby stopped before hitting a poster. The next test had the boy drive 40 mph down the same street. He couldn't stop in time and hit a poster of three young children. The car passed over the poster 15 feet before stopping. Bobby was shocked. The practice told him that he injured or killed three kids. The lesson learned: drive the speed limit or below. If he had been under the influence and driving over the limit, he would do serious jail time. This scared Bobby to no end. Red was pleased.
It was time to change lessons and go to another section of the driving grounds. Red would be busy for five minutes or more setting up things.
"Steve, these lessons have shook me up. I'm calm now. Red really taught me some things I'll long remember. Are you ready to play with him? Or do you want to hold off?"
"The lessons shook me up, too. But, if you're game, I'm ready to play. Let's say it's sort of our way to wind down from the serious stuff. Do you want to have some fun with him? Who knows? Maybe the guy likes to spank young boys but hasn't had the opportunity since the days of his own kids."
"OK, Steve. When he comes back, start playing. It's sort of like the mischief we did in the lower grades that really rankled the teacher or our parents. Anyway, there is only one more lesson then we're finished for the day. It's been a fun day and a serious day. Let's end it on the fun side. We have a lot of other things to do."
Red was walking back to the car and saw the boys wrestling with each other. The kids were acting like ten-year-olds. Teenagers today just do not have the attention span that they had in his day. Red couldn't wait for this day to end with these boys. His patience was wearing thin.
"What are you guys doing? Shut up and settle down for the last lesson."
Steve and Bobby settled down but continued their laughing and giggling making it impossible for Red to explain the next lesson. He knew he was going to lose his temper.
"Shut up! I need to explain the next lesson. Now listen carefully to what I...."
The boys were not paying any attention. Bobby was reaching back to arm wrestle Steve. The laughing and giggling were reaching a very high pitch. Red could stand no more.
"That's it. Out of the car, both of you. Now!"
Red walked around to the driver's side where the boys were still laughing and punching each other in the arms, backs, wherever.
"Go around to the trunk and stand facing the car," Red yelled.
Unfazed, the boys followed his orders but continued their childish play, which made the words "angry" and "furious" to tame to describe Red's feelings.
"Both of you are going to get a spanking. Bend forward with palms on the trunk and spread your legs. Bobby, I thought one whipping from me would be more than enough."
"Don't use the belt, Big Red. I'm already too sore. You'll injure me, and that won't be good for you. Use that big thing at the end of your arm you call a hand. Remember, you don't have permission to spank Steve. Since he started all this, you have my permission to spank his ass really hard." Bobby looked at Steve and smiled.
"Oh, shut up, Bobby! You started this, and you know it, you _f_u_c_k_ing little _s_h_i_t_ head, " yelled Steve.
Red didn't care who started this play. He just wanted to punish the boys for bad behavior. It's impossible how teachers tolerate these brats. It's the parents' fault. They spoil these kids. It's the media's fault. This society is falling apart. God help the country with brats like this running things in the future. By that time Red won't care — he'll be too old or dead. It was never like this in his day. He had respect for his elders. (We were never sure how Red got his name. Was it his hair? But it's mostly gray. Or did he get the name because he's a "Redneck.")
Red started with Steve for no particular reason. Standing to Steve's right, Red used his left hand to start spanking the boy 20 times. Red's hands were callous from years of working hard. They were very large, thick hands. People generally flinched when he gave them a firm handshake, unless they were big guys like Red who don't like to flinch at anything for appearing weak.
Steve deliberately and obediently stuck his butt out for the spanking. But each time a spank landed on him, the 5' 5" 110 pound boy was thrust forward by the force of Red's hand and arm that the boy's bare belly met the car's trunk. The kid never lost his balance and bounced back to assume the correct stance: stick your butt out for the next spank.
The very worn and thin fabric of his tattered denim short shorts didn't give him much protection from Red's hand. Since the boy was wearing a thong bikini underneath the shorts, he might as well have been naked for this spanking.
Steve made no pleas for Red to stop his punishment. The boy gave out audible "Ouch," "Wow," and other sounds that showed he was feeling the heat of the spanking. But he never yelled and didn't cry.
Bobby stood watching Steve's spanking with a smile on his face and a pleased feeling inside. He enjoyed seeing the boy get whipped. He would be next and knew that Steve would stand by the car and have the same feeling watching Bobby be punished. Bobby was silently counting the 20 spanks Steve was to get, but Red continued past 20 to 25.
Red was through with Steve and told the boy to move away from the car. Steve stood up and rubbed his ass vigorously. Bobby looked at his best friend also rub his eyes and wipe away some tears. It seemed like he could use a tissue right now. He was obviously feeling some or a lot of discomfort. Bobby was anxious to see the naked results of Steve's spanking.
"Bobby, you know what to do and to expect. Just because I whipped you earlier today doesn't mean I'm going to be easy on you now. You are still the most spoiled, disobedient teenage brat I've ever had the displeasure to meet in my life."
Bobby took his place. The top of the trunk was hot from the sun and it was burning the palms of his hands. The heat of the sun was also coming down hard on his naked back, and he was sweating. Beads of sweat flowed from his brow to his eyes and the salt from the sweat were burning them, too. Sweat was flowing down his chest. His legs were sweaty. He wished he could somehow cool off before this spanking, but there was no way. The boy was not comfortable at all. This spanking was not going to be easy to take. He wished that Red would do it quickly.
Red had different plans. He knew that Bobby must be feeling a lot of discomfort. From Red's years of very hard work in the summer sun made for lots of sweat, and it wasn't pleasant. He knew the hard work it took to make hardened hands. He knew the top of that trunk had to be very hot. He was sure that Bobby's golden Southern California tan didn't come from working the field or even mowing one blade of grass or picking a weed. The boy got it from laying in the sun by the sparkling pool or going to the beach or sailing on a yacht. Sweat to this boy meant playing a hard game of sports or jogging or bicycling or working out at some expensive sports club. Bobby had a housekeeper cleaning the house, the cooking, changing the boy's bed with clean sheets every day and taking care of the mess in his room. There would be a gardner and a pool service and handymen to keep the estate in top condition. There would be people to detail the cars. This kid does not know the meaning of chores and work. Daddy's money would buy the boy anything he wants.
Red's boys had life the hard way. They knew work, back breaking work, lots of sweat, dirty hands and long hours at modest pay just to get by in this world. If they wanted money, they had to earn it the hard way. No one gave them a blank check or a credit card with unlimited buying power. Schooling to Red's boys meant learning a trade. Schooling for Bobby would mean his pick of the best universities in the country without a worry on how to pay tuition, buy books and receive the best in living accommodations. Bobby would never need a student loan or a scholarship. He wouldn't have to work, because Daddy would give him an unlimited allowance. Daddy would give the school a few million dollars in donations, and the school would look after Bobby.
The more Red thought about Bobby, the more he hated him. He did not envy him. He had a little pity for the kid for never having to know what life in the real world is all about. Red's boys got to go to Vegas once. That's the extent of their traveling experience. Bobby can travel to anyplace in the world, stay at the best places and never worry about how to pay for the trip.
Bobby would have a new $60,000 car this weekend for his sixteenth birthday. That's half the value of Red's 45-year-old modest home in Ontario. Red's car is a twelve-year-old Chevy pickup, and he can't afford to buy a new one.
Red was ready to whip Bobby's ass not just for goofing off during the driving lessons but also for the privilege the kid has and does not seem to appreciate. Big Red's assessment of Bobby is based only on what he has seen of the boy at the driving school. Unfortunately, Red did not know the real Bobby: the hard work he put in to earn the highest grades; his charitable work with the homeless; learning some trade skills to help build modest homes in Mexico for Habitat for Humanity; his efforts to combat teenage drug abuse. Red would never know this side of Bobby, because the boy would never tell him. It's not his style to list his accomplishments. Red saw what he wanted to see in Bobby and believe what he wanted to believe.
Bobby patiently waited for his spanking. He thought it was punishment for goofing off. He had no idea what Red was really thinking about him.
Steve watched in amazement at Bobby's strength to receive his second hard spanking for the day. Red put his full weight and power to land the first spank on Bobby's ass. The boy stands 5' 4" and weighs a little more than 100 pounds against Red's 6' 3" body weighing something like 285 pounds. The thrust of Red's hand on the boy's butt propelled the kid straight onto the top of the car's trunk.
"Red, are you trying to spank me or injure me? I don't deny deserving this whipping, but you did punish me darn hard this morning. My Dad told you to whip me not injure me. Keep it up, if you really want to make me see a doctor over this. A doctor is going to ask a lot of questions about how this happened. I don't think you're going to want that. I am a minor."
Red heard every word Bobby was saying and thought very hard about the consequences of injuring the boy. Red scanned back to his earlier thoughts about hating the boy and his privilege. Is he punishing him for that or for goofing off? Bobby was more than willing to be spanked for goofing off. But the kid didn't know Red's other motives. Red thought he needed to keep the punishment in perspective. Make the whipping fit the disobedience of the moment and not something greater. Spank the boy for goofing off. Maybe, Red thought, he should be whipping Bobby's dad for spoiling the boy. Fat chance of that happening. It has to be the parents' fault if their kid is spoiled by Bobby's age. It can't be all the fault of the boy. Even though Red denied that he felt envious of the boy. Maybe he is jealous. Jealously is no justification for beating the kid. Red decided to lighten up on Bobby. He does have a conscience, and he didn't want to injure the kid.
Red put far less force into the next nine spanks. So much so that Bobby was able to maintain his balance, obediently stick his butt out for the next spank and take his punishment without any backtalk, complaining or screams to stop. The boy let out sounds of pain, but that is to be expected or Red would be doing it too lightly.
Bobby had been silently counting the spanks and knew the last one was the tenth with another ten to go. The sweat coming down his face and burning his eyes was by far more uncomfortable than the whipping.
The boy was very thirsty; in a mild way, he was dehydrating. He knew that from his experiences under the hot Mexican sun in the poor sections of Tijuana with Habitat for Humanity. Learning to saw wood at the correct angle and pounding nails correctly for hours on end and then the seemingly endless hours of cleanup work made him constantly thirsty.
The women and children were always bringing pitchers of cold water to the crew. Bobby often wondered why he didn't piss more often. He thought he probably sweat it out or something. He had never toiled so much in his life as he did the six times in Mexico building modest houses for the poor. At the end of each day every muscle, bone and everything else in his body ached.
But it was all worth it when he saw the faces of the family that would be moving into the house. When he saw them, he cried tears of joy.
Bobby became so good at the jobs he was given; he put his heart and soul into them. He learned certain trade skills from some excellent carpenters and tradesmen. They trusted him, despite his age and small size. The boy never hesitated to learn something new, and he was a quick study. Because of his enthusiasm, the men made special efforts to guide and train him. Now when volunteers are needed, he is on the "A" call list.
A whipping is nothing compared to the punishment he gave his body on those volunteer jobs.
Ten more spanks to go. Why is Red hesitating? Bobby thought.
Then they started landing on his ass in rapid order. He breathed deeply, kept his legs spread and his butt out to take each spank. These were not light spanks by any means. Red meant to punish the boy. But they were a whole lot lighter than he expected. The twentieth spank landed, but Bobby thought he would get another five just like Steve. The next five didn't come.
What happens now? Bobby thought. Will Red now crucify me or something?
Red put his hand on Bobby's shoulder, and said, "Stand up, boy. It's over. Let's finish this last lesson quickly and you can go home."
Bobby briefly rubbed his ass. But what he wanted most was a towel or anything to wipe his face of sweat. And then, more important, he desperately wanted cold water to drink. He stood inches from Red and looked up at him and didn't say a word.
Red looked down and saw that the boy was drenched in sweat. The kid's face was all wet. Sweat and tears, he thought. Red was also thirsty, very thirsty. Looking eye to eye with Bobby, he thought the kid had to be dying of thirst.
"OK, guys, let's head back to the trailer, wipe off and get something to drink. I'm getting too old for this, and I'm tired. We'll call it a day."
Red started to walk to the car, but Bobby stopped him and held his hand.
"Red, I've been a real pain to you. I definitely deserved the whippings you gave me. I'm sorry. Please don't have any hard feelings toward us. I promise you I'll be a good kid tomorrow. OK? I guarantee you that you won't have to punish me tomorrow. Peace?"
"No problem, son. You do the lessons. I'll do the teaching. If that happens, there won't be any trouble."
The two shook hands.
But Red was not going to buy that cute innocent face of Bobby. He still thought that beneath that exterior lie's one spoiled rich kid brat.
Martha gave Red and the boys large glasses of very cold water and damp towels to wipe themselves. She was kind enough to wash down the boys' backs and dry them off. Each boy gulped down three large glasses of water and rested in the air-conditioned office. Martha had seen the spankings from her window. She prayed that Big Red wasn't too harsh on these young boys. She knew her husband's enormous strength. And she very much prayed that she and Red would not get into trouble over this.
While drinking the water, Bobby made small talk with Red about the lessons and wanted some sort of evaluation on how he was doing. The average person would think that this teenager would be very angry with Red and extremely humiliated after having received two whippings today, especially one in front of Big Martha. But the boy was totally unfazed. He talked as though nothing unusual happened today. Steve cut short the small talk.
"Bobby, we have to go. Remember, there are things we have to start planning."
"OK. Let's go. It was a pleasure to meet you today Martha. Thank you Red for the lessons. I'll be a model kid tomorrow, I promise."
The boys shook hands with Martha and Red and ran out to Steve's car. Steve had a lot to talk to Bobby about.
"What the hell does your butt look like? You want me to drive you home or to the emergency room?"
Bobby laughed. "I don't think I'm bad at all. Let's find a fast food place and check out each other's butts. Besides, I'm still thirsty. I could use a large Pepsi on the way home."
As soon as the boys left, Red dialed the number Bobby gave him to his dad's secretary. Red needed to talk to Dave as soon as possible. In a few minutes they were on the phone together.
Red was very up front, he explained to me that he whipped my son twice. He said the first was fairly harsh but the second was lighter.
"I gave you permission this morning to spank the boy, Red. You better not have injured him."
"I don't think so, Dave. He didn't complain. And he didn't seem to have any problem sitting. He seemed comfortable when he left. I'm sure you'll let me know if there is any injury."
"You _d_a_m_n_ well know I will, Red."
Red rambled on about how he felt Bobby was a spoiled rich brat who really does not know the meaning of work, let alone hard work. He felt the kid was headed in the wrong direction. The boy, he said, needed discipline; he needed the responsibilities of chores and work. He went on about housekeepers, gardners and all those people that must be serving us and spoiling Bobby. I listened to these criticisms of Bobby for about three minutes and then cut him off.
I told Red about Bobby's academic abilities, his charity work. I went into detail about his trade skills and hard work with Habitat for Humanity. He was told that Bobby is responsible for cleaning his own room and doing his own laundry and making his own bed. His room is off limits to the housekeeper. The boy does the dishes at night and cleans the kitchen after each meal. The housekeeper sometimes prepares meals for us, when I'm too tired or busy. I said the boy is not lazy.
Sure, we have household help for mowing lawns, the pool and other chores. Because of Bobby's Habitat for Humanity projects, he learned to fix things around the house. The boy knows basic plumbing. He probably knows more about basic repairs than the average adult male.
"Red, the boy is spoiled in many ways in that his lifestyle is in a very wealthy environment. I don't have the boy do gardening because the estate is nearly three acres and needs constant care. His time would be better spent on his school work and community service activities. He has learned hard work. He has learned to challenge his mind. Yes, someday he will be extremely wealthy; there is no denying that. I want him to learn to channel that wealth and his abilities for the betterment of society."
Red was surprised by what I said about Bobby. On some things, he seemed shocked. He apologized for his assessment of Bobby without knowing all the facts about the boy. We ended our conversation with good thoughts and hopes for the boy, although I stressed that he better not have any injuries from the whippings.
"Steve, there's a Jack in the Box. Let's pull over. They usually have a bathroom that only one person can use. We can check each other's butts."
"Bobby, that's a 'No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service' place. They'll kick us out."
Ever since the stealing incident that got these two and two of their friends in very big trouble, Steve has been super conscious about disobeying any rules.
"Steve, we'll go in the side entrance and straight to the bathroom. Bring the camera. You can go back outside while I order the drinks. I can still get away with the no shirt business, because I look like a little kid. They usually don't bother me. If they do, I give them my best kid smile and say that I'm not staying. It's never failed that I get the order. If these people throw me out, we'll just go somewhere else. Stop being such an old lady."
The boys entered the restroom together and made sure the door was locked. It would look a little strange for someone to see these boys examining each other's butts and taking pictures. They do have some pride.
"Jesus Christ, Bobby! You wore a leather bikini under your shorts. And, what's this? You cheat!"
Underneath Bobby's leather bikini were eight large overlapping 2" x 4" bandages, four on each cheek. Steve pulled off the bandages with great pleasure. There was only redness but no marks, bruising or injury on Bobby's butt. He sure fooled Red. If Red had known of this protection, he probably would have stripped Bobby naked and whipped him all over.
"Hey, man, I'm not stupid. I planned this whipping today. I knew Red would be super hard on me. Deep down, I don't think the guy likes us, because he thinks we're spoiled rich kids. If I hadn't worn this protection, I'd be one bruised, battered and probably bleeding kid by now, especially following that belt whipping. And that would spoil our fun with Dad and Susan tomorrow and the party this weekend. Dad would be really pissed if I were injured. I was worried about you, though, and knew you weren't wearing any protection. Remember, I told Red at the second spanking to go lighter on both of us. Let's see your butt."
Steve dropped his shorts and was only wearing his thong bikini. Bobby noticed some redness. He felt Steve's ass with great pleasure for any welts and couldn't feel any. That was a big relief to Steve. Bobby was glad to get rid of the bandages. They had bothered him all day. The boys pulled up their shorts and left the restroom.
Walking out they saw a line of three guys waiting to get inside. Each gave the boys a look of suspicion on why two boys would be using a one toilet restroom. Steve was embarrassed, naturally, Bobby wasn't in the slightest. Steve quickly left the building leaving it to Bobby to buy the drinks.
"You mean they didn't kick you out for not wearing a shirt? I thought surely they would."
"Steve, you're an old lady. I think you're scared of your own shadow. They were very pleasant to me. I waited in line like everyone else. Here's your drink. Let's plan tomorrow. Hey, we also have some pictures of this morning's whipping to put on the computer. The rest of the day is going to be fun."
Steve drove off for Bobby's house. Bobby picked up the cell phone to call his dad.