Between our junior and senior years of college, Craig and I went on a camping trip. We were pretty isolated and after hiking for a while, found that there was no one around. We set up our camp and Craig suggested we go fishing. We changed into our shorts, got our poles out and we cast out our lines and waited.
After an hour or so of no fish, we argued some over why we were being skunked. I told Craig we should switch poles. At first, he didn't want to because he had a really good one and was real careful about it. He was afraid I would mess it up. He made me promise to be careful with it and then we switched. Once I got Craig's pole, I started making some real hard casts, trying to cast all around the lake. Craig just lit up a cigar and set back with my pole, not trying to hard. He did keep looking over at me and getting a bit anxious. After a bit, he told me to slow down, he was afraid I would screw up his reel. I just laughed and kept casting away.
"Look, I'm warning you, be careful or you're going to get it!" Craig said. I laughed again. Just then I couldn't believe what happened. I must have loosened up the reel because when I cast the next time, the whole reel sailed off into the lake. I tried pulling it out but all I was getting was line and no reel. The reel was gone.
Craig stood up and looked into the lake and when he turned to look at me I could tell I was in real trouble.
"Boy are you going to get your butt spanked now!"
"Come on, Craig, I didn't mean to do it." I pleaded. He looked at me without saying anything and drew on his cigar. "Go get my belt and bring it here." Craig ordered. "Please, give me another chance." I begged.
"That's five extra swats for arguing. Now go get my belt!" I knew I was not going to get out of it so I walked back to our camp and crawled into our tent . I picked up Craig's jeans and pulled his belt out of the loops. I was familiar with this belt and it had been applied with vigor to my butt on many occasions. It was a wide, brown leather belt that was pretty worn and even had a crease in the middle from being doubled up when Craig spanked me with it. I doubled it up and carried it back to Craig by the lake.
"Okay, drop em and bend over" Craig said, taking the belt. I lowered my shorts and stood there in my white jockey briefs. Craig looked at me and took another puff on his cigar. "I told you not to play with my reel, didn't I?. Now I am going to have to give you a spanking to help you remember to listen. Turn around and bend over!"
Craig had usually spanked me in the house, bent over the bed or mostly the couch. I was a little unsure what to do. "Bend over and grab your ankles." Craig ordered and he snapped his belt. I bent over as he said, which stretched my briefs across my butt. WHACK! The first blow was hard but I kept bent over because I knew that's what he would want. WHACK WHACK WHACK. Craig laid into me without talking, as he normally did. HE gave me about a dozen really hard licks when I suddenly stood up to rub my butt.
"Who told you to get up? That's five extra now get down!" I bent back over and Craig laid into me giving me five quick hard swats for getting up. "Now here's the five for arguing when I told you to get my belt." WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. Craig didn't say I couldn't holler so I was begging him to stop as he continued the whipping. He was covering my butt with belt whacks and I wanted to get up but I knew I would get a lot more than five licks the second time I stood up so I stayed down as best I could. "Stick that butt up in the air and stop moving it," Craig said. Then he laid into me again and said nothing else as he continued to whip me until he was done. I was crying a bit when he finally said I could stand up. I rubbed my butt good. He handed me the belt and told me to go put it back on his jeans and to get back here. I hurried over and put the belt in the tent and came back.
When I got back, Craig had stripped down naked and was just starting to go in the water. "Get those briefs off and get in here with me, we're going to find the reel!" I pulled off my briefs and jumped in and we swam around and actually found his reel although it took us about fifteen minutes. He seemed to get in a better mood and we were laughing when we found it. I thought I was off the hook so I told him, "I guess this means its okay now, huh, Craig?"
I guess I was wrong. because he looked mad. He grabbed me by the arm and stormed out of the lake. He looked around and went over and sat on a large rock by the lake, still naked as a jaybird. Then he pulled me, also buck naked, over his lap and started spanking my sore butt with his hand. SMACK SMACK IT made a loud sound because my butt was wet and because he was spanking so hard. He gave me about twenty smacks and then told me to get up. "You want some more of the belt?" he asked. I resisted the urge to give him a smart answer and said no sir. Then we put on briefs back on and went back to camp. Boy, the ground around the campfire was hard that night.
For the next few days, everything was okay and my butt seemed to be getting better. Then one early afternoon, we had walked along a path by a creek not too far from our camp and Craig decided he wanted to try to fish there. He told me to run back to the camp and get his rod and reel for him. I guess I was not thinking because I asked why he didn't get it himself. Craig reached down and unbuckled the brown belt, pulling it off from his jeans. He doubled it up. "I guess you didn't learn a lesson the other day, son," He said.
At this point, I told Craig I would be happy to go get his reel and I ran off to get it, thinking maybe Craig would put the belt back on. When I came back and handed him his rod, I saw I was wrong because Craig still had his belt in hand. "Take your pants off," he ordered. Knowing better than to argue at this point, I pulled my pants off and laid them over a nearby branch. "You're going to get a spanking with the belt in a few minutes," he said. Then he laid the belt over the same branch as my pants and took his pole and started fishing, leaving me standing there in my jockey briefs in the woods, like a little boy waiting for his dad to come home and redden his butt. "Are you ever going to learn to do what I tell you, son, " Craig asked. "Yes sir" I answered.
"I guess from your answer, you aren't" he responded. He laid his pole down and picked up his belt. "Turn around and put your hands on that log there," he said, pointing to a large log. I did what he said and Craig laid ten hard strokes with his belt across my briefs. I yelped but stayed in place. Craig stood behind me and said, "Now, son, are you going to learn to do what I tell you?" I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say. So I tried again. "Yes, sir" The belt smacked into my briefs another ten times.
"Listen, SON, are you going to do what your dad tells you or not?" Then I remembered that Craig sometimes liked me to call him dad when he was belting me. "Yes, dad, I am sorry, I will be a better boy." "Good," Craig said, "That's what you should have said earlier. Now I am going tohave to spank you for not getting my rod quicker. Now you know I don't like to have to take my belt toyou but you got it coming, right?" "Yes, dad, I deserve it" I answered. Craig then started WHACK WHACK WHACK "Keep down, son" WHACK WHACK WHACK "Oh, dad, please stop, I'll be good" WHACK WHACK WHACK and it continued for another dozen strokes of the belt. Then Craig let me get up but made me stand there in my undershorts until he finished fishing; He also made me hold his belt. But I did remember to do what he said for the rest of that trip.