(I apologize for the delay in this writing.)
I gulped, trying to force back my anxieties. I stared at Scotty who stood sobbing a few feet behind his dad, his small body quivering from the pain inflicted to his bare buttocks, then my eyes went back to his dads hands and the paddle which I knew was probably still warm.
"Normally, I'd wait for your dad," The man said, twirling the paddle in his hands, "But seeing that you spend more time in this house then you do at your own, I find it my duty to do my duty."
My thirteen-year-old body clenched. I considered arguing, but even though I really didn't want to feel the pain I'd seen inflicted on Scotty, I didn't want the boy to think I was a coward and was going to leave him the only one to be punished. With a moment or two of hesitation, I stood up.
"Your pants too," Scotty's dad stated, stepping back while I took the few steps to the edge of the recliner. I stared out the patio doors, now glossy with the pitch of night meeting the interior lights. I reached to my front, hearing Scotty's sobs, but nothing else while I made every attempt to steel myself for the punishment. I was used to getting whipping at home, my mom and dad both used a leather belt passed down from my dad's dad, but this the first I ever had to take it from someone other then my parents.
My pants unbuttoned, I unzipped and lowered my jeans, noticing the reflection of the scene transpiring in the glass of the doors. Behind me, Scotty's dad stood patiently, his hand a tight grip on the ping pong paddle. I could see Scotty's front now, his penis flaccid, his young face still crying.
"Bare," The man simply stated, and I reached for the elastic of my briefs and slipped my briefs down, bending over the recliner, frightfully aware that my penis was jutting defiantly from between my legs. The tip jabbed the recliner while I leaned over and I clenched my legs in an effort to hide it.
But my thoughts were jarred with the sudden impact of the first swat from the paddle.
THWACK!
Uhng. I groaned, gritting my teeth.
THWACK!
Tiny teeth bit into the surface of my bottom. I clenched my cheeks and held my breath, fighting to control myself.
THWACK!
The paddle burned into my left cheek, setting untouched surfaces afire with the impact of the wood. My fingers clutched at the arm of the recliner, fully aware that my penis was still erect and jabbing the chair.
THWACK!
This swat was well centered, and sharp. I clenched leg muscles and fought mind and body against the burn that spread out from the swat.
THWACK! The impact resounded, followed by a searing pain in my right cheek. I cried out then, twisting my hips.
THWACK!
THWACK!
I could no longer hold back, and I was crying freely now, twisting my body against the chair, only vaguely aware that my penis was going limp.
THWACK! The sharp blow caught the top part of my leg, below the curve end of my left buttock. It stung madly and it was all I could do to keep my hands attached to the chair while the pain spread like mad hornets down my leg.
THWACK! My eyes were blurred from tears, but I when I howled from the impact, I could see Scotty from the reflection in the glass. He was rubbing his butt, grimacing, his young penis jabbing the air.
THWACK! My thoughts were suddenly returned to my own predicament. The pain was fierce and I was unashamedly crying freely now, grasping at the recliner as if I could sooth the pain in my butt cheeks.
THWACK! I howled and reached my hands back, no longer able to fight the urge, grabbing my burning bottom to sooth out the pain.
"Move your hands now," Scotty's dad demanded, "Or you'll be feeling the belt after I've paddled your butt."
I removed my hands, though every cell in my body was screaming for reprieve.
It didn't come.
THWACK!
THWACK! I gave out a high pitched shrill and stood erect, doing everything I could to keep my hands from my butt, my kneecaps pressing the side of the chair for support.
"Please," I bawled, tasting tears on my lips. The pain in my backside was overwhelming now.
But the paddle smacked my butt again.
THWACK!
My hands went back to cover my rear end.
"Now what did I tell you!" The man's voice sounded irritated. I quickly moved my hands and felt the last swat down the center of both cheeks....THWACK....a burning swat that bit sharply every nerve in my bottom.
I knew it was the last swat; I had counted each. So with my eyes swollen from crying I turned, unembarrassed by my nakedness and rubbed my butt. Then I remembered what Scotty had had to do, and quickly put my hands on my head.
Then fear went through me like a swat from the paddle when I saw Scotty's dad unbuckling the belt from his pants.
"I told you to keep your hands up front," He stated simply, folding the belt.
"Oh no," I began to sob, pleading, "I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please don't!"
But the man ignored my pleas and grabbed my harm and turned me back to face the recliner again. He grappled with my wrists and held them with one arm against the small of my back and bent me over the chair again. I felt the pressure in his fingers against my wrists, then felt his body twist and the belt sliced across both cheeks of my butt.
The pain was unbearable. I kicked my legs and twisted, but his hold on me was ungiving.
"PLEASE PLEASE!" I screamed, but the belt came down again and cut the already tender surface of my bottom.
"You have to listen to me when I tell you something!" The man bellowed and the belt cracked. I felt it dig into my right cheek and throb with such intense pain.
The next smack of the belt came to the top of my legs. I screamed my guts out, squirming against his grip while my legs thrashed.
"Are you going to listen next time?" The man asked and I bellowed my answer just seconds before the belt lashed both cheeks.
"Ok, then see that you do," he said and released me "Now put your hands on your head and don't touch your butt."
With all the will power I could muster, I obeyed, standing to my feet and placing my hands on my head, even though I felt every urge to sooth my burning rear end. Everything was a blur at first, the tears flooding my eyes, but I could make out his form heading for the door.
"Both of you stay right there until I say you can pull your pants up." He ordered and left the room.
I used my forearm to wipe the tears and turned away from the recliner, clenching my throbbing butt. Scotty stood only a couple of feet away, hands still on his head, his pants and briefs all the way to his ankles now.
"How long will he make us stay here?" I asked between sobs.
Scotty was no longer crying, but you could see the tear stains on his freckled cheeks. "Until its time to go to bed." He said, quickly wiping at his eyes. "He sometimes goes for a walk after because he gets upset sometimes."
"I'm sorry you got in trouble worse," The tow headed boy said, his blue eyes showing his regret.
"It's okay I guess," I responded, still wiping tears from my face. It was difficult to keep my eyes from the naked cherub faced boy, my eyes taking in every inch of his body, and soon I realized my penis was jumping to life....