GRANDDAD WIELDS THE SHINGLE


byTed<Buck_Cub@wow.com>

(The following contains graphic exposition of sadomasochism and homo_s_e_x_ual themes. It is intended as education and entertainment for adults over 18. If you are under 18 and/or offended by any of these topics, STOP READING AND EXIT THIS PAGE NOW!)

BLAAAAMMM!!!!

The moment Karl Grossvater heard the shot, he knew instantly what had happened -- his grandson Jon had finally figured out a way to get the lock on the gun case open, despite the strict warnings he'd given the boy about playing with or even touching his grandfather's guns! Karl dropped the wagon hitch he'd been adjusting and headed for the farmhouse at a run. Though he was nearly sixty-two, the old man could move quickly; years of strenuous farm work had given him a tough, muscular body that was still very impressive at his age.

Karl dashed across the porch and flung the screen door wide open. An acrid blue cloud of gunpowder smoke hung over the kitchen, and a large hole with frayed tatters of wallpaper surrounding it showed where the shotgun blast had struck the wall. On the opposite side of the wooden-floored room, young Jon sat dazed, the heavy shotgun beside him on the floor still smoking.

"WHAT is this!!??" the old man demanded. Jon seemed to become aware of his grandfather for the first time. "Granddad - I - I - it just went off," the boy said. "Of course it went off -- after you took it out of the case and loaded it, you young fool!" Karl shouted. "How many times have I told you NEVER to touch the gun case, young man? How many times? You might have been killed, you wicked boy! And look what you've done to Grandmama's kitchen, her heart will break -- her beautiful curtains all shot up!" The old man was redfaced with anger. "I didn't mean it Grandad, honest! I just want to see what it was like," Jon said ashamedly. "Just wanted to see what it was like, eh?, after all the times I told you to stay away from those guns, they're dangerous!! Well by Gott in Himmel, you young devil, I'm going to show you what SOMETHING is like!" Karl shouted, and grabbed the boy by his shirtfront to drag him upright.

At fifteen, Jon was a husky boy just beginning to become a man, with farm-work muscles that would someday rival his grandfather's powerful build. But now he felt helpless as an infant as Granddad dragged him out of the house, across the porch, and marched him across the yard to the old woodshed. "Granddad -- no! -- I'm too old for that!" Jon protested when he saw where he was being taken. He hadn't had a trip to the woodshed since he was ten and broke Granddad's fishing rod. "Are you so old? HA!," the old man raged, "But not too old to disobey your grandfather!! You keep still young fool, you will have plenty to keep your mouth busy once we get inside!" and he dragged the fairskinned boy through the woodshed door, pushed him roughly inside, then turned and slammed the door.

"Now, boy, you will learn why you should not touch Grandfather's guns! Take off those overalls THIS MINUTE!" the aging farmer roared at his grandson. "You mean -- on my bare -- granddad, NO!" Jon shouted back, his face flushing with embarassment and anger. "Well then by Gott I will do it for you, and you will wish I hadn't, my boy!" Karl shouted. He grabbed the struggling boy by the straps of his overalls and with one powerfull sweep of his arms, pulled the straps down so the back and bib of Jon's overalls fell away from his shirt. "Granddad, PLEASE!" the boy shouted, frightened at what he now knew would happen -- he was no match for his grandfather's strength, and respect for the old man was too deeply ingrained in him to lay hands on his granddad. Karl paid no attention to his grandson's plea. He hooked a hand in the back of the overalls' waistband and jerked downward. Brass buttons snapped and flew to ping on the floor as Jon's overalls tore open and then fell around his ankles, leaving him standing in just his shirt. "No, NO, PLEASE, grandad!" Jon begged again, his hands outstretched to ward off his grandfather's rough treatment. "We'll have no more trouble with THESE, my boy!" the old man said, grasping the boy's wrists in one hand. He snatched a length of leather thong kept to hang tools from the woodshed wall, and quickly had his grandson's hands securely tied together in front of him. "NOW, you young fool, you are going to learn a lesson!" Granddad shouted, picking up a long split pine shingle by the thin end and advancing on his grandson, as he tapped the fat end of the shingle against his other hand with a menacing smacking noise.

The old man seated himself with his legs spread apart on the low chopping block. He reached out, grabbed Jon's shirtfront, and dragged the struggling boy across his knees. Karl pulled the back of the shirt up to Jon's shoulders, uncovering his grandson's smooth, full white bottom. He hooked his right leg over the boy's left leg and wrapped a brawny arm around the youngster's waist, pinning Jon securely in position, then raised the eighteen-inch-long shingle and brought the thick end of it down hard across the wriggling bare backside.

WHACK! "YOW!" Jon's body jumped and his bottom jerked as the first hot lick of the shingle cracked across his bare buttocks. WHAACK!! "OWWOWW!" Again Granddad's powerful arm slapped the shingle down hard on the smooth hairless skin. WHACKK!!!! "YEEOWWW! PLEASE GRANDDAD NO MORE!" Jon yowled as the next whack of the shingle seemed to make his backside catch fire. The old man ignored him and went on methodically spanking his grandson hard with the wooden shingle. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! With a forceful, steady rhythm, Granddad paddled every inch of Jon's squirming bare bottom -- up, down, left, right -- as the boy yelped and pleaded at every sizzling smack. Already the white skin was turning a deep rosy pink color as the shingle spanked heat into the boy's bare behind. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"OWWW!!! OWWW!! OWWWTCHH!!! PLEASE PLEASE GRANDDAD I'LL BE GOOD I -- OWWWW!!! -- I PROMISE I PROMISE!!!!" Jon begged, his bottom flaming from the intense shingle-paddling. Every lick of the shingle on his bare backside felt like a hundred hot beestings, and as the spanking continued, the stinging burning pain grew so hot he coulnd't help but start struggling. His head and shoulders were raised up and his legs kicked wildly as the old man went on determinedly blistering Jon's bottom.

"So you can't take your punishment like a man, eh?" Granddad snapped as he tightened his pin on Jon, but his grandson's struggles were making it increasingly difficult for him to land the shingle just where he wanted to -- soundly across the thick lower swells of the boy's bottom, where he would feel it most. "Well, young devil, I know how to hold you so you can't move an inch!" He reached beneath his grandson and quickly gripped Jon's developing penis and scrotum, holding them in a tight grasp, as he continued to welt the boy's bare backside with the shingle.

"GRANDDAD, NO, DON"T PLEASE OWWWOOWWW!!!" the boy yowled, humiliated beyond anything he'd known by his grandfather's holding him "there." The sizzling pain of the shingleing across the bottom of his buttocks and the humiliation of Granddad's grip on his genitals was too much, and he began to sob between his yelps of pain. But he couldn't help squirming -- and the wriggling of his bottom as he tried to move it out of the way of those blistering smacks forced him to squirm his penis in Granddad's grip. Even as Jon bawled and the old man went on soundly paddling him, his young penis began to lengthen and harden in Granddad's grasp -- and soon, even through the blistering anguish of the shingle whacking his bare behind over and over, a strange pulsing warmth filled his crotch.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Granddad was determined to make this a lesson his grandson would never, ever, forget! The boy's pink bottom was now an angry dark red, and a few raised welts showed the shingle's effect when smacked hard against that smooth skin. He ignored the boy's wails, knowing the spanking would never be forgotten -- and the misbehavior never repeated! Intent on shingleing a deep burn into Jon's backside, he didn't notice that he now gripped the boy's fully-erect penis.

"OWWWOOWWW OWWWW!!!! P-P-PLEASE G-GRANDAD!" Jon sobbed at the seemingly-endless punishment. His bare backside burned hot as a bonfire, yet Granddad went on whacking him hard with the shingle over and over! Then suddenly, helplessly, the boy felt the warmth in his groin explode like fireworks, and he convulsed with the first orgasm of his young life, spurting his virgin semen into his grandfather's tight-grasping fist.

The old man stopped the shingleing, astonished, as he felt the wet sticky fluid squirt into his hand from his grandson. At first he thought the boy had urinated on him -- then he felt the slippery texture and realized the truth! "YOU -- YOU wicked young Satan! You unnatural little SINNER!!" Granddad raged in fury and disgust. "I - I c-couln't HELP it G-granddad!" Jon sobbed, panting from the force of the orgasm. "I'M S-SORRY, PLEASE n-no m-more!!!" he begged. "I'll TEACH you to help it my boy!" the old man snapped. He flung the shingle down and began a barrage of full-arms-length solid spanks on his grandson's scarlet bare bottom, slamming his callused broad palm as hard and fast as he could across Jon's backside. "OOWWWWOOOEEEYYYYAAAAAAA!!!!!" the boy shrieked, as the vicious spanking seemed to pour burning salt across his already-raw buttflesh. Yet Granddad went on with the spanking......and Jon NEVER forgot it!