One summer Ed suggested we go on a backpacking trip and so we packed up and off we went. It was a long drive to where we were going to backback and it took us a day or so to get there. Once we got here, we climbed up in the mountains and spent a few days fishing and laying about. We had been having a good time and, as usual, were getting along real well. Ed was a lot of fun to go with because he knew fishing pretty well and was a good teacher. He would show me all kinds of tricks about tying knots and casting but one thing he didn't like was for me to use his fishing equipment since he had pretty good stuff and didn't want it messed up. One morning on our trip, I got up early and thought I would try Ed's rod and reel before he got up. Unfortunately, I must have done something wrong because when I cast, the whole reel flew off into the water. Of course, I was terrified as soon as I realized I had lost his reel. Unconsciously, I reached back and rubbed my butt because part of me knew it was going to be very sore pretty soon. I trudged back to the camp.
Ed was just getting out of his sleeping back and putting his jeans on when I told him what had happened. If I thought I had seen Ed angry before, I was mistaken. He actually walked away because he was so angry. After maybe ten minutes, he came back and walked up to me.
"You know I am going to give you a whipping for playing with my fishing stuff, don't you Matthew?": He asked.
I said I was sorry and didn't mean to hurt it. But I told him I expected to get whipped.
Now, normally Ed whipped me with a paddle he kept in the garage, or for really special offenses, with a heavy belt he kept in his closet. Obviously, he hadn't brought either the paddle or the whipping belt with him. By watching his expression, I could see that he suddenly realized this. After a minute of thought, he started to unbuckle the belt he was wearing. I have to admit this didn't scare me too much. This was one of those mostly web type belts with a bit of leather at each end. Ed pulled it off and told me to take my pants down. After I dropped my pants, I stood there in my jockey shorts looking at Ed and waiting for further directions.
"Turn around and bend over, Matt" I did what he said, although I was a little worried about some other campers or hikers watching this whole thing, and Ed started whacking at me with his web belt. While it made a mild sting, it was nothing compared to the paddle or his normal belt. If I was smart, I probably would have been a better actor and jumped and yelled a bit. As it was, Ed figured out pretty quickly that it didn't hurt enough, so he stopped and put his belt back on.
"Okay, get up, we'll take care of this later when we get home."
I pulled my pants up and we went about our trip, except I didn't get to fish since Ed was using my rod and reel, since I had lost his.
On the way home, we stopped at a motel to spend the night because we had to drive so far. When we got to our room, Ed went into the bathroom to take a shower. He had left a package of his cigarettes on the night stand, so I thought I would light one up. I didn't smoke too much and don't think I had ever smoked in front of Ed but I didn't really think about his approving or disapproving. I guess I sort of forgot that I was already going to get a whipping when we got home so he was already ticked at me. Usually, he didn't stop being angry until he had given me the whipping then it was totally forgiven and forgotten.
Anyway, I finished the cigarette and when Ed was done in the shower, I went in and started taking mine. After just a few minutes, the shower curtain flung open and there was Ed, standing there in his jockey shorts.
"Did you just smoke one of my cigarettes?" He asked, very angrily.
Before I could even answer, Ed grabbed me by the arm, pulled me out of the shower, and over by the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and flopped me over his lap. Without a word, he started spanking my bare butt with his open hand. It made really loud claps because I was wet and because he was smacking really hard. I was surprised that he was spanking me. First, he had never spanked me with his hands before, always with the paddle or belt on the underpants. Besides, he smoked and had never told me not to. I guess he was just angry at me still for ruining his fishing stuff. So I didn't say anything but just laid there on his lap and took it, figuring out I had really let him down. While it wasn't like the belt, it still stung pretty good and I felt pretty uncomfortable laying across his bare legs with nothing on. Anyway, after a few minutes of furious spanking, he let me up and told me to finish my shower. The next morning we got up and drove home.
Usually, we would chat a lot while driving. This time, we were both sort of quiet. I was really scared because I knew that Ed was going to remember and whip the tar out of me when we got home. He was still ticked off.
After a while, he asked why I was so quiet.
"Because I am worried about whats going to happen when we get home."
'what do you think is going to happen when we get home?"
I didn't know what he was getting at but decided not to test him. "I figure I'm going to get the whipping for playing with your reel."
Ed lit up one of his cigarettes, which quickly reminded me of the spanking he had given me over his knees the night before. "Yeah, Matthew, you're are going to get it really, good, right now I'm trying to decide between the paddle and the belt."
As we drove the rest of the way home, I remembered some of the whippings Ed and given me before and was really starting to get apprehensive. While he was usually really cool and fun to be with, when you were bad, he was mad, and would always whip you when he was mad and put his rage into his swings on your butt.
The minute we got in the house, I learned his decision because Ed told me go get his belt from his room meet him in my bedroom. I slowly walked into Ed's bedroom and got the belt from his closet, where it was kept between uses. It was a good sized belt, made from heavy brown leather, and about 2 inches wide. It wasn't used on anything except my butt. I took it into my bedroom and handed it to Ed, and started taking my pants down even before he said anything. Ed stood there waiting with his belt stretched between his hands. He told me to lay across the edge of my bed and hold the other side, which I did. Then he raised his belt high in the air and started.
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK The first several licks were even harder than he had done before, which was saying a lot, and they were landing right on the center of my butt, which only had my jockey shorts to protect them. I started to moan and groan a bit. WHACK WHACK "Please. Stop" WHACK "Sorry" WHACK and so on. When Ed gave you a whipping, you knew you were getting whipped and he was never as angry was he was right now and it went on for a long time. I was yelpingreal good but he paid no never mind, just whacked away. After maybe twenty five strokes, I was kicking my legs about and trying to get up a bit, and Ed told me to stop trying to get up. Then he told me to pull my jockey shorts down too. I was surprised because he had always used the belt or paddle on my jockeys and never bare
"I learned something when I spanked you on your bare rear. It makes a better impression bare. In fact, I may do it all the time that way so get them down, NOW". I pulled them down, and then he went back to work, giving me another fifteen hard strokes. The difference on the bare butt was extreme. I was begging Ed to stop. Finally, he stopped, handed me the belt, and told me to put it away.
I got up from the bed, pulled my pants up, and went and put the belt back in the closet, where it remained until the next time it was taken out for use. The next day I went and bought him a new reel and gave it to him and he never mentioned the fishing incident again.