CABIN WEEKEND, Part 4 - Trent Gets What's Coming to Him

(This story continues Cabin Weekend, Parts 1, 2, and 3)

I hated everybody. I hated my aunt and uncle for bringing me on this nightmare "vacation," I hated my parents for taking their stupid cruise, I hated Nichole and her condescending "mommying" of me and Jake. I wanted to kill Trent, and was thinking of ways I could do it while making it look like an accident. I was even avoiding Jake since last night's festivities.

It was now Thursday late afternoon, and I had spent the entire day alone. I had spent most of my time sitting in the cleft of an angry scar in a giant old tree that had once been struck by lightning. Half the time I plotted revenge on everyone at the cabin, half the time I just cried and wished I were home. I knew it was getting late and that I had to go back, but I couldn't bear to face them all and force myself to be civil.

Trent had gotten scolded for switching me in front of the others, but it was just for a minute and that was the end of it. My aunt and uncle concluded it with something like, "As an adult, you have to learn how to..." I guess I was just a "learning experience" for Trent to them, and they were still kind of mad about how **I** had caused yesterday's incident with the Carters.

I made my way back to the cabin, and when I walked in my aunt said, "There you are, Matt! You better hurry up and take your bath." I thought Trent would come up with some snappy line about bathing me in the livingroom again, but no one said anything. They were all kind of strangely subdued.

I grabbed a towel and soap and headed for the river. I had purposely waited until I thought everyone else was done so that I could be alone. I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the water, which felt wonderful. I didn't like being exposed to a bunch of people I HATED, but playing in the river alone was great and it started to restore a sense of calm in me. After I had washed I got out and grabbed my towel, and that's when I saw a wallet lying next to one of the rocks a little up shore.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and went to get it. Opening it I saw a picture of Trent and Nichole -- one of those drugstore photo booth kind -- and groaned in disgust. Then I smiled. THIS would be taking a trip down river just as soon as I finished getting dressed. I went back and put my clothes on and then rifled through what little was in Trent's wallet. I took out $7 in bills and put it in my pocket and, looking at his driver's license picture, scrunched up my face in a mock gesture of his.

That was when my heart stopped beating. That was when my lungs stopped breathing. That's when the whole world emptied of everything but six little numbers at the bottom of Trent's driver's license. A birthday on July 19th -- this Saturday -- and a birth year one year earlier than my own. He wasn't going to be nineteen Saturday, he was GOING TO BE eighteen. I quickly did the math in my head and found he was only about 14 months older than me.

I literally saw red. (Years later a friend of mine explained that it was probably the amount of blood rushing to my head, momentarily obscuring my vision.) I grabbed my things and ran all the way back to the cabin. I took the steps on the porch in two strides and crashed through the front door. It banged loudly against the wall and bounced back closed with another bang.

Trent and Nichole were sitting at the table, my uncle and Jake were on the livingroom side of the cabin, and my aunt Helen was standing at the stove. "Matt!" she screeched as the door slammed behind me.

"What the devil are you doing!?" demanded my uncle Robert.

My heart was racing. I couldn't think clearly. There was so much I wanted to say all at once that nothing came out at all. I was suddenly blinded by tears and threw Trent's wallet at him. It bounced off his forehead and Nichole shouted, "Matt!" as Trent jumped up from the table.

"You little bastard" he said, ominously.

I don't know what I must have looked like, because my aunt was looking at me with big saucer eyes, and instead of yelling my uncle quietly said, "Matthew?"

I pointed at Trent and screamed at them, "He's only 17!"

"What?" said Trent, looking sideways at my aunt with an expression on his face that said, "the kid's crazy." Nichole, however, suddenly looked nervous. Trent picked up his wallet off the table, put it in his back pocket, and sat down.

"Trent?" said my uncle, and I hoped I wasn't imagining the threat in his voice.

He looked up at my aunt and uncle and said matter of factly, "Of course I'm not 17. Ask Nichole."

"Maybe I should take a look at your wallet, Trent." said my uncle.

Trent pulled himself up indignantly and said, 'Well, I'm sorry Robert, but you're just going to have to take my word over the kid's. No disrespect, sir" he said, holding up his hand to silence my uncle. "But I'm not about to sit here and be accused of lying to all of you by THAT little _s_h_i_t_ -- pardon me, Helen."

He was good. He was so good. He was so calm and convincing. It was with immense gratification that I reached into my pocket, pulled out his driver's license, and held it up in challenge for everyone to see. My uncle plucked it out of my hand and Nichole, looking quite sick, said, "Daddy, let me explain --"

"You knew this?" said my uncle.

"What?!" said my aunt, her eyes narrowing on the both of them.

"Dad! Please, just relax, okay?" said Nichole. "You've got your stupid '18' rule and we knew you wouldn't approve if you knew."

"So you just lied to us?" said my aunt, sounding both hurt and really pissed off.

My uncle's face was bright red, and it looked like his shoulder muscles were bunching under his t-shirt. "Trent is very mature for his age" said Nichole. "We're in love, and you all believed he was 19 -- or almost 19, whatever -- and we didn't think that his age was relevant, or really anyone's business but our own."

When my uncle spoke, it was with barely controlled rage. "Jake has been telling me about your little antics" he said to Trent. "I know all about yesterday, and I'll tell you I was _d_a_m_n_ disturbed by the whole thing. I thought what you did was so strange, like a little kid drunk with power, and now it turns out that's exactly what you are."

"Dad --" Nichole tried to interrupt.

"Be quiet" said uncle Robert with so much menace in his voice that I shivered, grateful not to be on the receiving end of whatever was coming. He never took his eyes off Trent, and reaching down with his right hand he began undoing his belt and said, "You've got some serious punishment coming, young man."

Trent, maybe thinking he really was an "adult" or maybe just being used to lording over Jake and me the for the last several days stood up and said, "Look, Robert, I love Nichole, okay? So I don't want to hurt you, okay? But if you even try to use that belt there's going to be a fight."

"You little _s_h_i_t_" said my uncle, dropping his belt on the floor and advancing on Trent. He reached up and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and Trent punched him square in the stomach. My uncle didn't even flinch as he grabbed the front of Trent's pants with his other hand and heaved him over the table toward me. I jumped out of the way as Trent literally flew through the air and landed inches from where I had been standing. My aunt and Nichole were screaming at my uncle, and Jake started to cry.

Trent got to his feet and took another swing, but my uncle just caught his fist in his massive left hand, and with his right punched Trent hard in the chest. Like a rag doll, both his feet came off the floor and his body slammed backward into the door. My aunt ran over and knelt in front of Trent, spreading her arms protectively outward. "Stop it, Robert!" she screamed. He froze and looked down at her, breathing heavily. Trent had gotten the wind knocked out of him and was struggling to sit up.

While Trent was about six feet tall and must have weighed a good 45 pounds more than me, that still only put him at about 160 17-year-old pounds, compared to my uncle who had been laying pipe for 20 years and stood at least two inches taller and 80 pounds heavier. He was no match, and now he knew it. My uncle nodded his head slowly and said, "All right, Helen. I'm all right." He motioned with his finger. "Stand aside."

She paused for only a moment, but then got up and walked passed him (not without a final reproachful look). My uncle reached down and picked Trent up by his shirt with his left hand and cracked the open palm of his right across Trent's cheek. "You want to fight some more, tough guy?" asked my uncle.

"Daddy, please!" said Nichole, but my aunt put her hands on Nichole's arm and shushed her.

"Answer me!" said my uncle, with another crack of his hand across Trent's cheek.

"No, sir!" he said, flinching at every little gesture my uncle made. My uncle slapped him again, and Trent started to blubber.

"I'm sorry" he said through his tears. "I'm sorry. Please stop."

My uncle grabbed Trent by the back of the neck and dragged him over to the corner of the livingroom to the right of the fireplace. He pushed him in the corner, banging Trent's head slightly on the wall, and said, "If I punish you now I'm going to kill you, so you just stand there until I'm ready. I'm going to go outside, and when I come back in here I had better find you with your pants and your underwear pushed all the way down to your ankles waiting to get your butt spanked. Is that clear?"

Trent nodded his head silently, and my uncle turned to face all of us. Nichole said, "Dad! You can't --"

He nearly ran across the room and slammed his hand down on the table in front of her. "Shut up! Just shut up! I am so angry with you right now, Nichole! I could smack you!" His face was bright red, and Nichole not only shut up but began to tremble.

Pointing at Trent my uncle said to my aunt, "Make sure he's waiting. I don't know when I'll be back inside. Don't let anyone come out." She patted his arm gently and he turned around and walked out of the cabin, slamming the door behind him.

I was so happy. I was so excited. Jake was drying his eyes, my aunt looked gravely over at Trent, and Nichole looked like she was trying not to cry. I was positively gleeful.

"Trent" said my aunt, quietly. "You don't want to make him any madder than he is." Trent didn't say anything or turn around to look at her. He just undid his pants and pushed them down.

"He said pants and underwear" I said, trying to sound authoritative.

"All right, Matt" said my aunt. Trent reached up and his underwear joined his pants down around his ankles. I wasn't satisfied. His shirt hung down and covered his butt, and I didn't feel it was nearly as humiliating as what I had had to go through.

"Should he take his shirt off, too?" I asked.

"ALL RIGHT, Matt" said my aunt. She and Nichole started arguing in hushed tones, and I ignored them and walked over and leaned on the wall next to the fireplace.

"Now you're going to get it" I said quietly.

"_f_u_c_k_ you" said Trent, just as quietly. I couldn't think of what else to say without starting a fight, and I definitely wanted to be able to stay and watch the proceedings. Just then my uncle walked back into the cabin and I quickly stepped over to the fireplace and sat down. He glanced once in Trent's direction, then said to my aunt, "It's okay, Helen." He sounded perfectly calm, and my heart began to sink with doubts about Trent's punishment.

My uncle reached down and picked his belt up off the floor where he had dropped it, and said "Trent, turn around." Trent obeyed him, holding the front of his shirt down to cover himself, though he didn't really need to since his shirt tails hung well down his thighs.

"Come here" said my uncle, hooking his index finger and motioning Trent over to the table. Trent shuffled once toward him, then reached down and grabbed the waist of his pants. "Leave them and get your ass over here" said my uncle. He was forced to take little shuffling steps all the way across the room.

When Trent got to the table Jake ran over and stood next to me as though he were afraid to be near the belt. At the same time Nichole got up and tried to walk past my uncle, but he grabbed her arm and said, "You just have a seat, miss." She sat down hard in her chair and brushed a tear out of her eye.

"Come here" said my uncle, reaching up and grabbing Trent by the back of the neck. Just as he had done with me our first night here, he pushed Trent down over the table, pinned both his hands behind his back, and then pulled his shirt all the way up to his shoulder blades, leaving him completely exposed to the rest of us.

CRACK! The belt lanced across Trent's butt and he cried out. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! He gave Trent five quick smacks in a row. Each sounded so much harder and louder than anything I had gotten, and I realized that he had been holding back when he had been spanking me. I felt strangely gratified as Trent began to scream, "Stop! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!!"

"Why" CRACK! "don't I" CRACK! "believe you" CRACK! "Trent?" CRACK!

"Please!" Trent cried. "God! Please stop! Please!!!" He was sobbing like a little kid, and Nichole had her head in her hands on the table.

"Go back to your corner" my uncle said, and when Trent stayed crying on the table my uncle cracked the belt across his upper thighs and said, "Move!" He jumped up and shuffled clumsily back across the room, tears streaming down his face. My uncle watched him the whole time, and when he was finally standing in the corner with his head down and his hands at his sides my uncle said, "Get that shirt off, Trent. I want to be able to see if I need to add more welts to that butt of yours."

Now I was satisfied. With no shirt and his pants and underwear down at his ankles he was all but naked, his nose pressed to the corner, crying uncontrollably. My heart sank again when my uncle said, "Matthew, come here." He sounded like I was in trouble, and my mind was racing to think of what I might have done.

I walked up to within a few feet of my uncle, and he stepped over to me so close that my face was only inches from his chest, forcing me to look up at him. "I don't know how to fix the last few days, son. I don't know how to make it right" he said. "But I hope some day that we can be friends again."

It was like a great big weight fell off my chest and thudded to the floor. Without even really thinking about what was happening, I suddenly found myself with my face pressed into his chest, my arms around him, wailing like a little kid. I tried to tell him about the switching Trent had given me, about being forced to take a bath in front of everyone, even about the very first time Trent had started ordering me around when we were unloading the car when we first arrived. It all came out an incoherent mess, and my uncle just stroked the back of my head and said, "All right. Shhhhh. All right."

"I'm sorry, Matt" said Nichole. Her face was streaked with tears.

"You're going to be sorry" said my uncle. I had pulled away from him, embarrassed now, and my aunt handed me a tissue to blow my nose. "Trent?" said my uncle.

"Yes, sir?" said Trent with a shaky voice, not looking away from his corner.

"You think you've had enough?"

"Yes, sir!" he said, and I could tell he was still trying not to cry.

"Well, I don't. Get your ass over here." Trent turned around holding his hands down in front of himself and shuffled back over toward us saying, "Please, Robert. Please. I've had enough. Please!"

Pointing his finger at Trent my uncle said, "YOU call me Mr. Ellis from now on, you got that?"

Trent finished shuffling his way over to us and said, "Please, Mr. Ellis. Please, no more. I'm sorry. I'm really, really, really sorry." He looked ridiculous shuffling across to us like that, all but naked with his pants tangling his feet. I didn't feel sorry for him.

"This is what we're going to do, Trent" my uncle said. "You've got a whole lot of making up to do to all of us -- except Nichole of course. I can't punish her because she really is an adult. A stupid, selfish adult, but by our rules a grown up just the same. So who do you think should take Nichole's punishment for her?"

Trent started to shake like a leaf as he looked at the belt that was still in my uncle's hand. "Oh, not this" said my uncle. "Not right now, but you've got more coming, make no mistake about that. No, Jake and Matt have nearly a week's worth of bossing around to make up for in the two days we have left here, so you're going to do anything and everything either one of them tells you to do, got it? If you don't, Matthew has permission to punish you any way he sees fit. And if you're thinking of defying him when I'm not around, just remember that I'll knock your teeth in if he tells me that you've disobeyed. I don't mean I'll spank you, Trent. I mean you're going to swallow some teeth. Got it?"

"Yes, sir" said Trent, shaking uncontrollably.

"And you" he said, poking his finger in my chest, "be fair." I was still mad, but also very gratified that the tables were turned.

"I can be fair" I said.

My uncle stepped over to Trent and dragged him by his ear to stand directly in front of me. "Trent, meet your new boss. Matthew's in charge of you until we get back home, starting right now."

I suddenly knew how Trent must have felt over the last few days. Looking at him with his tear streaked face and his pants down around his ankles I felt suddenly sure and powerful, and I knew my uncle had meant every word he said. My aunt turned back to the kitchen and called Nichole in to help her finish with dinner. My uncle led Jake back to the livingroom area, and sat him down holding him in his lap.

"Can I pull my pants up now?" asked Trent, with just a hint of surliness. I decided to take care of that first thing.

"No, Trent. I don't think I like the way you asked. Just step out of them. Underwear, too." He glared at me, but after glancing quickly at my uncle he complied and stood there stark naked, holding his hands in front trying to cover himself and looking nervously over my shoulder at the women working in the kitchen.

"Hand me your pants, Trent" I said, forcing him to use one of his hands to pick up his jeans and hand them to me. I took them, and he put his hands back over his privates. I dug through the pockets of his jeans, and said "Stand up straight and put your hands at your sides."

I knew I had won when he did as he was told, looking at me with as much hate as I imagine I must have looked at him several times since arriving at the cabin. He kept involuntarily bending at the waist, as though that would cover him up somehow. Taking my time, I dug through his pockets and, having found my prize, reached out and offered him his pocketknife. "Now go cut me a switch" I said.

"I didn't make you go naked" he said.

"I didn't ask for back talk, Trent. That's five extra, 'sport.' Now get moving."

He turned and fled the room, probably relieved to be out of view. My uncle said, "You have to be careful with a switch, Matt."

"Then show me" I said. He nodded and got up from the couch.

"I want to come" said Jake.

"No" said my uncle. "You stay here with your mom. Nichole, you come with me" and as she started to protest he held up a finger and said, "Don't argue or I'm going to make it worse for him." She brushed more tears out of her eyes and followed us outside.

Trent was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with the switch in his right hand. He dropped it immediately when he saw Nichole and tried to double over to cover himself with his hands in front again. "Stand up straight, Trent" said my uncle.

"I'm sorry! All right!!! How many times do I have to say it?!? I'm sorry! Can't we just stop now?!?" he begged.

"No, Trent" my uncle said. "We can stop Sunday when we get home. This is what you've brought on yourself, and you have no one else to blame. I'll promise you this, though: As long as you're obedient and respectful for the next couple of days you shouldn't give anyone any reason to punish you; your choice."

"Your choice" were the words Trent had said to me when he made me bend over the hood of the car and a whole cabin full of people watched as I got switched. I had started to feel sorry for him until I heard those words. "How do I do it?" I asked my uncle.

"Come over here, Trent, and put your hands on the stairs" said my uncle. Trent obeyed, crying quietly as he got into position. My uncle and I were standing behind him, and Nichole was standing at the top of the stairs, also crying quietly. My uncle tapped the inside of Trent's ankle with his boot and said, "Spread your legs open more" and Trent obeyed. I grimaced at the sight of Trent's hairy crack and balls hanging between his legs. I had never seen anyone from this view.

"Gross" I said.

"It's the hair" my uncle said. "Maybe we'll take care of that tomorrow." He reached up and grabbed Trent by the balls, making him gasp a sharp intake of breath. "How do you feel about that, Trent? Should we shave you smooth and make you look more like little Jake?"

Trent started to sob and said, "No. Please, no. Please, Mr. Ellis. I'll do anything you say. I'll be obedient. Please don't."

"Be quiet" said my uncle, and slapped Trent's butt hard making him grunt. "Okay, Matt. I want you to bring the switch down here" he said, cupping Trent's butt, "and across his upper thighs. You don't have to do it hard. Remember when Trent switched you?"

"I didn't do it hard, I swear" said Trent through his blubbering. "I"m sorry, Matt. Please. I"m really sorry."

My uncle ignored him and said, "Just be careful not to hit his balls, and don't swing your arm too hard. You'll see."

I brought the switch down across Trent's butt with what I thought was medium force, but he yelped and arched his back. "Maybe a little less than that" my uncle said.

"You have to count" I said to Trent, and brought the switch across the middle of his ass.

"Two!" he shouted, and his feet started to dance. "Three!" and so on as my uncle nodded approvingly.

"Six!" he screamed, and then, "Please, Matt! Please! I only gave you five! Only, five, remember?!? Please!!!"

"Only five because we got interrupted, right?" I said, remembering the shame and the agony like it had just happened.

"No, that was it! I swear that was it! Please stop now. Please!"

"Look up at Nichole" I said, because I knew he had been looking at the stairs to avoid looking at any of us. He obeyed, and she glared at me and said, "Are you finished?"

I shrugged and said, "Go inside if you want. We'll be right in." I wished I could boss her around, too, but it had been made clear that only Trent was mine to control. He stood up, and wiped snot from his nose with one hand.

"I'm sorry, Matt" he said again. "I'm really sorry. Please don't do any more. I'll do anything you say. Just please don't do any more." Having been recently in his shoes I did start to feel sorry for him, but I didn't want to feel sorry for him. Be fair, my uncle had said. I wanted to make him proud of me, but at the same time I wanted to exact my revenge on Trent. It didn't all have to happen right now, I decided.

I pulled my shirt off over my head and said, "Here, Trent. Put this on." He took my shirt and pulled it down over his head. It was much too small for him. It clung tightly around his ribs and didn't completely cover everything even when he did pull it down with his hands. "You're going to stay dressed like that until morning. For now you can stand in your corner until dinner is ready. Got it?" I said.

He looked at me miserably, but nodded his head.

"You say, 'yes, sir.'" my uncle said.

"Yes, sir" said Trent.

"Well go on" said my uncle, and Trent ran into the house. It was going to be a GREAT two days...

NOTE from the author: I know I said this would conclude, but I guess it will have to finish in the next installment. I've gotten some great suggestions from some of you for Trent's punishment. I'll wait to write the final installment until I hear back from people on the four chapters posted so far.

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