CABIN WEEKEND, Part 3 - The Carters Come for a Picnic

(This story continues Cabin Weekend, Parts 1 and 2)

We had arrived at the cabin on a Sunday afternoon. It was now Wednesday, and there hadn't been any more incidents like the first night. Trent and I had come to an unspoken agreement, and I took his ordering around as good naturedly as I could. I also made sure to take my baths in the river, and generally kept a low profile.

At breakfast my aunt and uncle announced that we were going to have a picnic lunch/dinner with "the Carters." They were a family that they had made friends with in town over the years that they had owned the cabin, and they had three children (two boys and a girl) aged 12 to 17. It sounded like fun, and at 12:00 noon two cars pulled up into the driveway.

The first carried Mr. and Mrs. Carter and two little girls about Jake's age, and the second was driven by their son Dean and his girlfriend Janice (both 17), and the Carters' other son Michael and his friend Todd (14 and 15). Everybody made their introductions, and at first Dean and Janice and I seemed to be getting along. They were going to be seniors when school started, and I was going to be a junior so we had a lot in common. But the more Trent ordered me and Jake around, the more Dean and Janice stuck with Trent and Nichole. They became the "dating clique" and it became obvious that they thought they were being very grown up by hanging out with the college kids.

After lunch all the parents said they were going to go look at a new plot the Carters wanted to buy, and they left Trent and Nichole in charge. Trent had been a pain since everyone had gotten there that day, but as soon as my aunt and uncle and their friends drove off he started to get really obnoxious. He ordered me and Jake around even more, telling us to take things into the house, to clean things up, reminded us to say "please" and "thank you." "Matt, do this" and "Matt, don't forget that." He was unbearable.

The day was mostly clear, but some clouds overhead started to drop a little shower on us and we all moved into the house. It was still sunny out, even though there was a light sprinkle, but inside the cabin it was downright cold. Janice asked if we could build a fire, and Trent (still wanting to impress everyone) jumped right to it.

I was playing cards with Michael and Todd when Trent told me to bring in some firewood from the porch. "You have plenty of wood already, Trent" I said. "I'm kind of busy here."

He stopped bunching up newspaper for the fire, _c_o_c_k_ed his head to the side and said, "Do you need to take a bath, Matthew?" That stopped me cold. None of us had taken baths in the river that day. There hadn't been time.

"No" I said.

"Well, good" said Trent. "You want to get me that firewood now?" I got up immediately and went out to the porch. I noticed that the room had gotten a little quieter as everyone noticed this exchange but didn't know what to make of it.

I brought the wood in, and just as conversation started to return to normal Jake up and said, "Yeah, Matt doesn't like to take baths."

"Shut up, Jake" I said.

"Matt!" said Nichole. "That isn't polite." Oh, great. Now she was getting into the act. "What's a better way to say that, Matthew?"

"Just be quiet, okay?" I said to Jake.

"Why don't you like baths?" asked one of the little girls from across the room.

Trent crossed the room and patted me condescendingly on the head. "Matt just gets the idea that he's a grown up sometimes, but he knows better than that, don't you Matt?"

"Yes" I said.

"Yes, what?" asked Trent.

I sighed with exasperation. "Yes, sir, Trent, sir" I said sarcastically. I was pushing my luck and I knew it, but he just tapped me hard on my collar bone and walked over to Dean's girlfriend Janice and gave her her drink.

Janice laughed as she took her drink and said, "You don't actually GIVE him baths, do you Trent?" and everyone laughed.

"No" said Trent. "Of course not. But I've had to smack his backside once or twice, isn't that right Matty?" I had been holding my cards in front of me, and now my hands dropped to the table like a couple of stones. At the same time the whole room fell silent. I glared up at Trent.

He just walked back to his clique, and I realized that if I had shrugged off his remarks no one would have known the difference. Now, everyone knew that I did actually get spanked, and that Trent was allowed to do it. My mood got darker and darker as the next hour dragged by.

Suddenly the phone rang. It was all the adults – the real adults – calling to say that they were going to go into town and that they'd be back a little later than planned. Nichole reassured them that everything was fine and hung up.

I was getting madder and madder as I sat there. Nichole told me to get "our guests" (her clique) some more ice from the kitchen. Jake jumped up and said, "I'll do it!" and pushed past me to get to the refrigerator first.

"Knock it off" I said to him.

"I'll do it!" he said, and I pushed him hard out of the way. What happened next was like a domino effect we couldn't have repeated again if we tried.

Jake fell into one of the little girls, knocking her to the ground. Michael got up from the table to help her up, accidentally spilling a bottle of soda on the table. When he picked her up off the floor, he bumped heads with Nichole (who had also come over to help) knocking her glass out of her hand. It shattered as it hit the floor and that was when Tammy (the Carter's daughter) screamed and put her hands up to her left eye.

She began wailing like a banshee, screaming, "My eye! There's glass in my eye! Oh, my God! Call my mom! Call a doctor! There's glass in my eye!" My heart was racing, and it felt like cold water was being poured all over my skin.

Nichole grabbed Tammy's hands and pulled them away from her face. "No!" Tammy screamed. She was crying hysterically.

"Tammy!" Nichole wrestled with her hands. "Tammy! Stop it! I have to see!" She leaned forward and kissed the little girl's forehead, and said more calmly, "Come on, honey. I won't touch, I promise. You have to let me see."

"There's glass in my eye!" she wailed again, but Nichole looked up at Trent (who was now pasty white) and said, "There's no blood. Get me a cup of water." He got her the water, and she held Tammy's hands out of the way while she poured the water over her eye and face. That only made Tammy scream more, but now she was screaming with both her eyes wide open.

"There's no glass, honey" Nichole said. "You're okay. Come on, now. You're okay."

"I could feel it!" cried Tammy.

"It was probably ice" said Nichole. "Just some ice." Tammy hiccoughed nervously, and finally started to try to control herself. "That must have been pretty scary, huh?" said Nichole reassuringly. Tammy swallowed hard, and nodded her head.

Nichole looked around the room, and when her eyes set on Jake he started walking backward saying, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." She grabbed him by the ear and dragged him over to one of the dining table chairs. She sat down and grabbed the front of his pants. As she started to undo his belt he said, "No! Nichole! Don't! Not here!" but she paid no attention and yanked his belt out of its loops with one hand, tore open his jeans with her other, and then reached forward with both hands and yanked them down to his knees.

"Don't!" he shouted as she tilted him over her knee. Holding his head down with her left hand she proceeded to bring the belt down across his butt. "Stop! Stop! Stop!" he cried, but she kept spanking him, his underwear stretched tight across his bottom.

Suddenly Trent's hand was on the back of my neck, gripping it hard. "There's more of that for you, asshole" he said. I struggled to get free of him, and all eyes in the room turned to me as Nichole yanked Jake to his feet and said, "Get up to the loft and wait for me." He yanked up his pants and ran for the loft.

Trent walked over to Nichole and took Jake's small belt from her. He turned to face me. "You wearing your underwear, Matt?"

"Yes" I said.

He pointed to my pants, and motioned downward with his finger. "Take them down, dumb ass."

"No" I said. "No way."

"You could have blinded her!"

"It was ice!" I shouted.

"It could have been glass, you idiot! What then?"

"Not here!" I shouted at him, trying to control my voice. "I'm not gonna do it!"

"You just bought yourself five extra, sport" said Trent, now maddeningly in control of himself, and enjoying the attention – and the kind of attention – we were both getting. As I continued to just stand there he said, "You want to go completely bare, you just keep it up" he said.

I couldn't keep the tears out of my eyes, but I said, "Let's go outside."

Trent said, "Matt, I'm going to count backward from five. If you're not stripped down to your jockeys when I finish I'm not only going to spank you bare ass right here in front of everybody, I'm also going to make you fill the tub and take your bath over by the fireplace. You got that?"

I glanced over at the table, and then over at the living room side of the cabin to see if I could get any support from ANYONE. The room was perfectly silent and everybody was sitting up straight or trying to lean around the person in front of them to get a better view. No one was going to come to my aid.

"Five" said Trent.

"Let's go outside" I repeated.

He nodded yes, but said, "You do as you're told and strip first. Four."

"And I can keep my underwear on" I said. As humiliating as it was to bargain like this in front of everyone, if I could get outside and keep my jockeys up I'd be satisfied.

Again Trent nodded his head and, motioning downward with his finger said, "Three."

I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. As I was stepping out of them, Trent said, "Two. You're time's almost up, kid. Don't forget your shirt."

I quickly stepped out of my jeans and pulled my shirt up over my head as Trent said, "One." One of the girls my age giggled, and all the other kids my age sat there with their mouths hanging open in disbelief, but they didn't move.

I'm in my swimming trunks, I said silently to myself. It's just like wearing swimming trunks. I turned and grabbed the door knob, but Trent said, "Hold it." I turned around and saw him pulling a big pocketknife out of his pocket, and my eyes widened in fear. What did he have in mind with that?

He held it out to me, but I stayed at the door with my hand on the knob and said, "What?"

"You're going to cut yourself a switch" he said. GOD, I hated him. I was breathing very shallowly now, trying to not cry outright, and crossed the room to take the knife from him. I had only been switched once in the third grade by my mom. Many times since I had gone to great lengths to avoid that experience again.

I walked over to barely within reach of him, and with a trembling hand reached out and took the pocketknife from him. I quickly turned back toward the door, desperate to get out of there when Trent grabbed my wrist and said, "Whoa! What's the big hurry, sport?"

"Just let me go, all right?" I said. I was looking at the floor and leaning against his grip.

"Not so fast" he said pulling me closer. "Come here." He pulled me to him and made me stand directly in front of him. When his hands reached up to the waistband of my shorts I dropped the pocketknife and grabbed his hands.

"No" I said. "You promised."

"I didn't 'promise' anything" he said. "Just relax. I'm not making you take them off."

We were standing in a semi-circle of people now. Boys and girls ranging in age from 12 to 20, mostly close to my age of 15. I was shaking, but not crying openly, as Trent rolled the waistband of my underwear down.

"Don't" I said, again grabbing his hands.

"Matt" he said sternly, "you keep your hands at your sides or these are coming right off, understand? You could have blinded someone just now and you're being punished for it. So you just stand still and take what you've got coming."

He then proceeded to roll the waistband of my underwear all the way down to my butt crack and pubes. It was so humiliating to have to just stand there as he adjusted my underwear while everyone watched. He grabbed the back of my shorts and pulled both sides in toward my crack, giving me a "super wedgey," and rolled as much of my underwear up into a band around the top as he could. I was left with a little pouch of material in front with pretty much everything else exposed. It was mortifying.

"There" said Trent when he was finally satisfied. He reached back and patted my butt and said, "Now go cut your switch." I nearly dove for the pocketknife and fled the room, slamming the door behind me. I could hear sudden movement in the cabin as I walked down the porch, and looking back I saw curtains being swept aside as an audience gathered at the windows to watch me.

My underwear was tight and uncomfortable in my crack, and I reached back to adjust it, but Trent had came out on the porch and said, "You leave your shorts alone Matt. Just get busy cutting that switch." He pointed to a large bush next to the driveway and said, "Over there, kid. Make it a good one."

I walked over to the bush and cut away a smallish branch and, with my back to the cabin, started to cry as I cut the leaves and others "extras" from the switch. My real shock came when I turned around and saw that everybody had come out onto the porch.

"That's not fair!" I yelled at Trent who was walking toward the driveway.

He looked over his shoulder and seemed to notice for the first time that everyone had come out to watch. He stopped, and with an evil grin went back to the porch and sat on the last step.

"Make them go inside" I said.

He shook his head no and said, "Matt, you're going to bring me that switch, and when you hand it to me you're going to say, 'Please discipline me, Trent.'" He must have felt like a very big man in front of all the others. I wanted him to die right there on the spot.

I walked over to him defiantly, handed him the switch and calmly said, "Please discipline me, Trent." I was seething with anger, and that helped to keep my voice calm. It didn't last long, though, as Trent stood up and grabbed the back of my neck, pushing me toward the driveway.

"Get over there and lean over the hood of that car" he said.

"Can we please just make them go inside first?" I said.

His face flushed and he said, "That's it. Those shorts are coming off."

"No" I said, running over to the car. "No. I'm here, okay? I'm here."

At the car he made me put my hands on the hood, leaving my backside on display for everyone on the porch. He readjusted the "roll ups" he had made of my shorts which were starting to come undone, then stood next to me.

"You take your hands off that hood and you lose your shorts AND fill the tub and take a bath buck naked the whole time, Matt. Your choice." At the very next moment a line of fire lanced across my upper thighs and I arched my back and cried out. I kept my hands on the hood of the car.

"Let's hear you count" said Trent.

"One" I said quietly.

"Louder" said Trent switching me across the bottom of my butt.

"Two!" I shouted, and started to cry uncontrollably.

Swish! "Three!" I said.

"Four! Please stop! Please!" My feet were dancing back and forth, and I struggled to keep my hands on top of the car. Just then the adults drove up and their doors started to open as Trent whipped the switch right across the middle of my butt.

"Five!" I said, and danced some more.

"What the hell is going on?" asked my uncle Robert.

Nichole answered from the porch. "Matt and Jake were horsing around in the kitchen and broke a glass. We thought some of the glass got into Tammy's eye, but it was only ice. She's okay. I already took care of Jake. He's in the loft."

Mrs. Carter spoke up and said, "All of you get back in the house!" She was pointing her finger at the front door, and all the kids that had come with her moved to obey. I put my head on the hood of the car and cried uncontrollably while Mr. and Mrs. Carter and my aunt and uncle gathered around me and Trent.

"How many?" asked my uncle. He was clearly pissed.

"Five so far" said Trent, now sounding a little nervous.

"Give me that" said my uncle, grabbing the switch from Trent's hand and throwing it to the ground. "Go inside" he said.

Trent did as he was told, but things were not getting better as I had thought.

"Matthew!" said my aunt. "I am so embarrassed. I can't believe you'd pull a stunt like this while we have company." I just kept my head down on the car, trying to control my crying when my uncle pulled me up and said, "You're aunt's talking to you, Matthew."

"I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry" I said, looking at the ground.

"I'm sorry you had to see this" said my uncle to the Carters.

"No, that's all right" said Mr. Carter. "Our kids get it all the time, but we never switch them. That can break the skin. What was that guy thinking? And how old was he?"

I glanced over at the cabin and saw that everyone was back at the windows again. I looked away, ashamed.

"Pants down and hand only" said Mrs. Carter, piously.

"Come here, Matt" said my uncle grabbing my ear. Oh, no, I thought. Not more. I couldn't take any more. He pulled me around to the front of the car where the other three adults were now standing and with his free hand yanked my underwear all the way down to my ankles. In one swift motion he put his knee up on the bumper of the car and bent me over it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His hand alternated from one cheek to another.

"I can't tell you" SMACK! "how embarrassed" SMACK! "your aunt and I are!" SMACK!

He yanked me up and I stumbled backward, stepping clumsily out of my underwear. I snatched them up off the ground and held them in front of me.

"You apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Carter right now!" said my uncle.

I looked at the Carters and said, "I'm sorry."

Mrs. Carter looked primly at the ground, and Mr. Carter just nodded his head. "Kids!" he shouted at the cabin. "Let's go!"

I nervously hopped from one foot to the other, trying to cover myself with my underwear held in front of me. I tried to hide behind my aunt as everyone came out of the cabin, and scrambled into the car. No one said a thing, but almost everyone glanced over at me. I just had to stand there, essentially buck naked while everyone filed past.

As the two cars started their engines it began to rain again, hard this time. My aunt turned to me and said, "You'll catch your death. Get inside and take a hot shower. A long one." I started to put my underwear on, but my uncle yanked it out of my hands and said, "Get in the shower, now!"

I ran for the house, my hands down in front trying to cover myself. Taking the stairs two at a time I didn't look back to see if the cars pulling out of the driveway were watching me streak.

Part 4 - "Trent Gets What's Coming to Him" will conclude this series. What if Trent has been lying all this time about his age? Maybe I should take suggestions before I write it. I sincerely appreciate any and all comments/requests/suggestions.

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