Opie and Arnold came into Opie's dad's office on their tip toes. The reason being they were being dragged in by their ears. Miss Wilkerson (old lady Wilkerson to Opie and Arnold, behind her back) held the two ten year olds by the ear while she filled Sheriff Taylor in on the boys' lastest misdeed.
"I declare Sheriff Taylor, these two have just about ruined my whole garden. And, after you had to speak to them about throwing their football around my house just last week." Miss Wilkerson said shaking her head and tugging the boys' ears with each word.
Opie bounced on his toes to keep the pain in his ear to a tollerble level. Arnold just yelped and tried to remove Miss wilkerson's hand from his.
Sheriff Taylor looked at his red headed son and shook his head. His eyes then went to dark haired Arnold. Arnold's dark, almost almond shaped eyes, with their long dark lashes, flashed panic. He started to open his full lipped mouth but thought better of it when he heard Opie's dad tell Miss Wilkerson he'd take care of the boys and that there wouldn't be anymore trouble with them.
Miss Wilkerson let go of the boys' ears with a "It would have been a quick trip to the woodshed for the both of them in my day."
Opie knew what that met, his dad was not "modern" when it came to dealing with his messing up "big time," which meant having been warned once. Opie remembered the last time his dad had taken is jeans and underpants down and striped his bare bottem with the belt his dad always wore. Boy, he'd hopped and screamed as his butt burned. Aunt Bea had had to put a pillow down for him at meals for two days.
Arnold did not know what Miss Wilkerson was talking about. Maybe it meant being locked up in a woodshed? But the look on Opie's face gave Arnold reason to think it was more than just being locked up.
"I'm going to call your momma, Arnold, and find out what we should do about this mess." Sheriff Taylor said picking up the phone.
Opie and Arnold stood in front of Sheriff Taylor's desk and listened as he "uummm Huh, yeah, yeah and will do'ed," after speaking with Arnold's mom. Arnold kind of smiled when he remembered his dad was out of town and his mother didn't yell at him like dad. His dad had even spanked him on his jean bottom once when he'd messed in the garage with paint, it had only been one swat, but Arnold was glad his dad wasn't here now.
"You two boy's get on over to Opie's bedroom. I'll be there di-rectly. Your momma said I should give you what I'm going to give Opie. So\ince your Daddy's not home. You'll get now."
Opie and Arnold head out of the Sheriff's office on the run. "What's he going to do Ope?" Arnold asked.
"Think we're going to get a whipping." Opie replied with some moisture forming at the corners of his eyes.
"He's going to spank me?" Arnold asked incredulously.
"Yup." Opie nodded.
On the way to Opies house Arnold thought about being spanked. Would Opie's dad grab him by the arm and pull him up so he could swat his jean clad bottom, like his dad had done? Somehow he didn't think so. He thought back to a couple of the time he, Opie and some of the other guys had been skinny-dipping after Opie had been spanked by Sheriff Taylor. Arnold saw again the dark red and purple area between the top of Opie's butt and the top of his legs. He found himself wondering how that had been done, and if it was going to be done to him soon.
Arnold did not have long to wait to find out. He and Opie had gotten to Opie's and just climbed the stairs to Opie's beroom when they hear Sheriff Taylor's patrol car pull into the driveway. Arnold wanted to ask Opie what was going to happen, or more to the point, how it was going to happen, but he was more afraid of the answer than not really knowing.
Opie sat on his bed and Arnold joined him. Seeing Opie's Face did not bring a sense of good tidings to Arnold already churning imagination. Arnold had heard other boys talk about being paddled, spanked with sticks, belts, shoes, straps, wooden spoons and even a wire coat hanger. He'd even heard some boys talk about having their pants and underwear pulled down and being spanked on the naked rear end. He shivered with the thought of having his pants taken down, or even being made to undress completely to be spanked.
"Okay you two. You were warned last week about playing ball around Miss Wilkerson's yard. Now you're both going to get a whipping. Opie, you first. Pull your pants down."
As Opie unsnapped the front of his blue jeans and took the zipper down, his father reached over and pulled out the chair from Opie's desk. Opie lowered his underwear down below his knees and Arnold could see the puckered brown hole between Opie's full round cheek as Opie bent to slip his underpants down. Sheriff Taylor was unbuckling his belt and his son bared his bottom.
Sheriff Taylor sat down and Opie waddled over to his right side. Opie's two and a half inch boy part wiggled from side to side with Opie's shuffling steps and Arnold thought it was kind of funny, till he realized he might be next.
Sheriff Taylor bent his ten year old son across his knees and adjusted the boy so that his full round butt cheeks were turned up perfectly for spanking with his folded belt. Arnold watched his best friend's butt flex as Sheriff Taylor rested the belt across it, measuring it for spanking.
Arnold watched as the belt rose and then came down across both of Opie's pink btt cheeks with a wicked crack. Opie's head and legs bounced up and Arnold heard Opie grut as the air was driven out of him by a buring stripe across his naked ass. "Surely Mr. Taylor won't do that to me. He'll just bend me over and whip me alittle." Arnold thought, hoped, dreamed, as the sound of the belt stinging across Opie's naked bottom and Opie's grunts of pain reached his ears again.
Swish, crack, "uhhh", swish, crack, "hhuuuuu," swish, crack, "oooww", swish, crack, "OOOOOOwwwwww", Opie was starting make some naughty boy getting a spanking noise. No long were the swish of the belt and the crack of it striking Opie's bared behind met with just a grunt for the ten year old. He now was gasping, "owwwing," and breathing with a rasping sound Arnold had never heard before. Looking at Opie's ass, Arnold could see stripes the same color as Opie's hair. When the belt struck, Opie's butt cheeks quivered and shook like mounds of jello. Opie bounced with each spank of the belt and tears were soon flowing down his cheeks.
"Please paw, please, I'm sorry, really, " swish, crack, "Ooooowww I' am." Opie yelled as the belt rose and fell at a pace which allowed one stripe of the belt to fully catch fire before a new one joined it.
"You're getting twice your age. Now hush." Sheriff Taylor said as he raised the folded belt and brought it down on an unstriped place on Opie's flaming behind.
Soon the twentith swat of the belt rained down across the lower part of Opie's naked butt. Opie's rear was bright red from leg crease to the top of the cheeks. when Sheriff Taylor stood his son up Opie did a naughty boy dance trying to rub the fire out of his rear. Arnold was intranced at the sight of Opie's red rear and his now semi-hard penis as it bobbed up and down in time with Opie's rubbing and hopping.
Arnold was brought out of his trance by Opie's dad saying, "You come over here now Arnold. It's your turn. Take down your pants."
"Take down my pants?" Arnold thought. "He's going to spank me on my naked ass, bare bottom like Opie. Man that's going to hurt. I can talk my parents out of being too tough, maybe..."
Arnold never got to finish the thought. Sheriff Taylor grabbed him and undid the snap to his jeans, took the zipper down, hooked his big thumbs into the waistband of the jeans and underpants and tugged them both down to his knees at the same time. Arnold tried to struggle but was over Sheriff Taylor's knees, bare bottom up and arms pinned before he could even start to fight back.
As the slightly warm leather of Opie's dad's belt rested on his naked butt Arnold turned to see Opie stand by his bed looking at what was going to be happening.
Opie's butt was on fire. It stung like bees had gotten to it. Twenty swats of the belt really hurt. Opie could only think he'd never get in trouble again, if he could help it. "Heck, as I get older I get whipped more." He thought, but then was distracted by seeing his dad Take Arnold from the bed and pull his pants down. Arnold had a long thin weenie and it looked like it got bend when his dad turned Arnold across his lap to be whipped. "Bet that hurt." Opie thought as his dad raised the belt for the first of Arnold's twenty spanks.
"Yeeeooooooowwwwwww." Arnold screamed as the belt rose and fell across his small, tight, round ass, for the first time.
Opie thought of Arnold's ass for some reason. He knew his was wider and bigger, so did that mean it was going to hurt Arnold more? It seemed to make sense it would, at least to Opie, after all smaller kids weren't as tough as bigger kids, so smaller butts shouldn't be as tough as bigger butts.
Swish, crack, "OOOOOOWWWWW, Yeowwwww." Arnold screamed. He wiggled and kicked his legs and tried to get free, but the belt just rose again and roasted a new stripe on his bare butt. Again, and again the belt which had become a fire brand fell across Arnold's small, round, tight, naked, ten year old butt.
By the time the last spank fell Arnold was too tired and hurt to yell. he hic-upped a sob and lay still until Sheriff Taylor lifted him off of his lap.
"Now you two feel your behinds and think about playing near Miss Wilkerson's again." Opie's dad said as he put his belt back on and pushed the chiar back under the desk. He pretented not to notice Arnold and his son's stiff little boy parts, he vaguely remembered getting hard when his dad had whipped him a time or two.
Opie noticed Arnold's weenie. He'd never seen Arnold with a boner before. For some reason he thought about what it would be like touch it. he wondered if it would feel as good to Arnold as it did to him when he rubbed his stifffy. Opie looked down and saw his two and a half inches was standing tall. He knew it was just over four inches, the head shaped like the head of a triceratops dinosaur turning a deep purple/red. His hand went to it and slowly began to move the looose skin under the tip back and forth over it.
Arnold, in the mean time, was rubbing his butt and trying to dealwith worst pain he could ever remember having had in his life. Even worse was the fact Opie had seen, and heard him get spanked. He looked over at Opie and his eyes grew as he saw Opie jacking off. Opie had always been Arnold's best friend, but Arnold had never talked about stuff having to do with the persomal parts with Opie. He always thought that Opie, being the Shariff's son, would never do any of that kind of nasty stuff. Arnold feared Oipe would tell his day if Arnold ever tried to get Opie to do any of the stuff his older cousin had showed him and which felt so good. But now, here was Opie pulling on his fat hairless penis like he was milking a cow.
The fire in Arnold's butt was forgotten, to some degree, as he watched Opie's dark red penis tip pop in and out of Opie's fist. Arnold wondered if Opie could make cream like his 13 year old cousin? Arnold had the urge to put Opie's weenie in his mouth and suck it, because if Opie let him then maybe Opie would do him back and he wouldn't have to wait for those few times his older cousin visited or he visited his older cousin's in Mount Pilot.
Opie watched in fasination as his best friend waddled over to him. Arnold's weenie was longer than Opie's, maybe five and a half inched hard. The tip was shaped like a cherry, roundish with a ring of skin like a christmas wreath under it. Opie wasn't sure what Arnold was doing when Arnold dropped to his knees in front of Opie. Opie thought Arnold wanted a better look at his dick, and he wanted a better look at Arnold's so he stopped pulling it and let Arnold look. The surprise was when Arnold leaned forward, opened his mouth and put Opie's hard boy part in. Opie's first reaction was to put his hands down on Arnold's head to push it away, but Arnold wasn't moving. Opie could feel Arnold's tongue laving his weenie. The feeling it was causing resulted in Opie pausing in his effort to remove Arnold's warm, wet, sucking mouth for his dick. He had heard of blow jobs, and sucking dick, he'd just never thought of having it done to him. Even more surprising to Opie was he was also thinking of what it would be like to mouth Arnold's.
Opie was warm and salty in Arnold's mouth. Because Opie was Arnold's best friend it felt extra nice to be sucking his weenie. Arnold could tell Opie was liking it because Opie's hands had gone from pushing him away to pulling him deep on the turgid pole. Arnold reached around and put his hands to Opie's butt, but Oipe yelp and the heat coming from the firey welts back there let Arnold know to move his hands lower. Opie was already starting to thrust in and out of Arnold's moist lips when Arnold grabbed the backs of Opie's legs and speeded him up. It didn't take long for Arnold to feel Opie's weenie swell and twitch as he brought his friend to orgasm, dry orgasm, but still that good feeling Arnold knew from his own experience.
When Opie's knees gave out he flopped back on his bed and his _c_o_c_k_ came out of Arnold's warm mouth with a small popping sound. Opie lay back, with his eyes closed as his breathing started to recover. When he opened his eyes again Arnold ws standing in front of him and staring as his swollen, red _c_o_c_k_, still slick with Arnold's mouth juices.
" Ope, Will you do me?" Arnold asked with some reservations, but to hot not to ask. Opie didn't hesitate. He moved down in from of his friend and took the hard boy part in his hand. Opie looked at it and then licked it like a lollipop ith his tongue. Then the cherry shaped purple tip was kissed and Oipe's lips closed around it. Arnold watched as Opie slowly took more and more of his dick into his mouth. Soon Arnold's hairless pubis was being suctioned by Opie's lips.
"Oww." Arnold squealed as Opie made the same mistake Arnold had and grabbed Arnold's well spanked naked rear end. Opie moved his hands down and helped Arnold get into a rhythm, his hard, hot meat squishing in and out of Opie's lips. Opie could feel the twin bumps on the bottom of Arnold's weenie rubbing across his tongue and he did everything he could to swirl the tip of his tongue around them.
Arnold let out loud grunt and grabbed the back of Opie's red head and slammed his pubis into Opie's nose.
Opie couldn't breath for a second, so tight was Arnold pressed against his face, but he forgot about it as he felt Arnold's weenie swell and throb as Arnold came.
Arnold fell back on Opie's bed and Opie joined him. "Wow Ope, that was great."
"Yeah." Opie replied.
The two boy's looked at each other and smiled. They were about to have their first six-nine on the same day they had their first spanking together.