"Hi, Dad," I said into the phone, "do you remember the kid?"
A chuckle came from the other end of the line. "Sure do," said my father, "nice bum on him, turned red really well, too."
I explained to Dad how the kid figured that a little more of his special touch would help him out and asked if he would be willing to lend a helping hand, sort to speak. Helping paddle is more like it.
"Gee, son, I don't know," said Dad, "don't you remember that this weekend is the long one and you were going to help me cut up those two old trees that need to be taken care of? I was kind of looking forward to that."
Shoot! That's right. This is one of those wonderful long weekends that the government sees fit to give us every now and again and I had planned to spend the entire three days at Dad's house. We had planned to take care of those trees of his and of course he would have to convince me that I need to help out in the usual way he used in my childhood though now a belt is used instead of his hand. I really don't mind helping with the wood, it is a great change of pace from my desk job but it is just a game that we play.
When I was a kid I just hated to get firewood, I hated everything about it. Dad used to have to change my attitude toward the necessary work with many slaps of his hand on my bared backside, later on in life the paddle was used to equally good effect. It was a rare day indeed that I wasn't picking up sticks of wood feeling my sore backside every time I bent over. Nowadays we play the same game for fun, I found out that I like to be spanked and Dad can get into the game as well and he will whip my butt with his old leather belt just to get me into the mood for some work.
"I'll talk to the kid and let you know, Dad," I said, "I'll get back to you later."
"Okay, son," he said, "I really would like to get that wood taken care of this weekend and if we do things right you'll have some wood of your own to deal with." With another chuckle he hung up the phone.
The kid only lives about five minutes from my home so I called him up and invited him over to discuss the possible trip this weekend. He wasn't up to anything so he said he'd be over.
I got the kid seated in my living room in a chair across from the one that I normally sit in and got him a drink. We just chatted about general things for a bit to get a discussion going and then I brought up the subject on both of our minds.
"I called up my Dad and there is a little problem," I said.
"What's that?" asked the kid.
"You see," I continued, "I promised Dad that this weekend I'd help him get some firewood cut up and back to the house. We'd pretty much planned me staying there all weekend."
"Hey," said the kid, "I'll help with the firewood, I don't know how to use a saw but I sure can pick up stuff and load it on a trailer and you can teach me how to stack wood back at the house."
"Well," I said, "Dad and I play a little game when we do this chore." I told him about how I used to have to get my ass tanned in order to get into the mood and how now Dad would give me a whipping with his belt to achieve the same thing. "We do it for fun nowadays," I said, "I guess we both are just into it."
The kid was quiet for a while, sipping his drink. "Let me get this straight," he said, "besides the paddlings that you get, you get your butt spanked with a belt just for the fun of it?"
"That's about the size of it," I said, "I like to get spanked, Dad likes to spank me and that's that."
"Do you get spanked on you bare bottom?" he asked.
"Of course," I replied, "there is no other way to spank a boy but on his bare hide. We don't go so far as to do the full nudity thing, though, Dad will just have me pull down my pants and underwear and spank me that way."
"That would be something to see," said the kid with a grin.
"That's the problem," I answered, "Dad would want to get you into the mood to work on the fire wood as well." I looked over at him and noticed that he was quite excited about the entire idea, the evidence clearly visible down the left leg of his pants.
"I guess if I am asking for one spanking," he said, "I might as well get a bunch of them. If your Dad is willing to have an extra house guest, I'm willing to play the entire game with you." There was another pause. "One thing," he said, "if I decide that I still need his special touch at the end of the weekend would he be willing to take me to the woodshed again?"
"I'm sure that would not be a problem," I replied, "he's done it for me before." The kid excused himself saying he had to take a leak and headed down the hall to the bathroom.
I picked up the phone and dialed Dad's number. "Dad," I said, "you've got yourself another unwilling helper with the firewood this weekend."
"Very good," he laughed, "I'll make sure the sheets are changed on both beds in your bedroom."
It was kind of funny but the kid took quite a while to pee and when he showed back up in the living room and sat down there seemed to be something missing from his left pants leg, at least it was nowhere near as evident as before. Oops, I spoke too soon for as I began to tell him that it was okay with Dad to visit and how the belt stung on bare hide that object appeared again.
I picked up the kid in the Jag that Friday after work and he decided that he would pay for our by now traditional Chinese food this time. We talked about the upcoming events planned for that weekend.
"How many times are we likely to get spanked this weekend?" he asked.
"It depends," I replied, "I've gotten up to six spankings with the belt a day when I was feeling frisky. When Dad spanks with the belt it is never a very hard spanking, nothing to cry about, but boy, don't it make your cheeks sting! Makes me horny as all get out. He only really spanks for real when we go to the woodshed, that's when he makes darn sure that I'll feel it for a while."
We had a very nice supper, chatting away while eating lots of good Chinese food and then relaxing in the living room over drinks. Dad was talking about the first tree on his list for the following day.
"It's a big old maple tree," he said, "make great burning in the fireplace this winter time."
"Dad," I said with a grin, "I've changed my mind, I don't want to fool around with wood this weekend."
Dad caught my grin and knew what to do. "Let's see if we can change your mind about that," he said, "get ready, I'll be right back." He got up from his chair and went upstairs. I stood up as well and got undressed until I was standing there naked in front of the kid.
Dad came back into the living room with the towel over his shoulder and belt in his hand. He took his seat on the couch and put the towel over his legs and beckoned me over. I lay down over his lap my butt facing the kid.
Dad whipped my tail pretty hot with that belt and I made sure to put on a good show for the kid, kicking my legs and bouncing around to make sure that my butt hole was on view and got itself slapped with the belt. After about five minutes or so he let me get up.
"How about you," he said to the kid, "do you want to work on wood tomorrow?"
"No, sir," he replied, "I don't think that I want to either."
"Well, maybe you need some convincing, too," Dad said, "take your clothes off."
The kid stripped off all of his clothing without a murmur of protest and soon was draped over Dad's knees just as I had been. I moved back to get a good view of things to come.
The kid really does have a nice looking butt, big enough but not fat, and nicely rounded, just tailor made for getting a spanking. He must sunbathe in a Speedo for he had an interesting tan line but his bottom was white as snow.
It didn't stay white very long for Dad gave him a sound spanking with the belt. I'll have to say the he handled it well for someone that had only just recently gotten his first spanking ever. He was bouncing around a lot just like I did and I got a funny feeling it was for the same reason, to give me the same sort of show that I had given him. I don't know if he regretted it or not for every time his butt hole came into view it got kissed by Dad's belt, just like he does to me. That didn't stop him from opening that area up again and he'd get smacked there again every time he did. It was the only time that he made a sound during the entire licking, he'd yip a little bit every time he got his anus smacked and he ended up doing a lot of yipping before his spanking was done. When his entire butt was a nice, rosy red Dad let him get up from his perch over his knees.
"Now you two boys go upstairs to bed," ordered Dad, "I want you both to think about this overnight, if you need more convincing in the morning I'll be glad to do so."
"Yes, Dad," I said as I headed for the stairs.
"Yes, Dad," echoed the kid as he followed me up the stairs to my bedroom.
"Wow," said the kid once my bedroom door was shut, "that belt stings pretty good! He almost got me crying there when he hit me on my, er, you know where."
I laughed as I said, "You'll find that Dad doesn't differentiate very much when it comes to spankings, he feels if it get shown it gets spanked. I always get at least a few swats on my butt hole. Lay down on the bed, I've got something that will help a little bit anyhow."
The kid lay down on the covers of his bed, guiding his still erect penis up underneath his belly so it wouldn't get squashed, as I got a bottle of cream from my overnight bag. "I used to use this stuff on my fanny all the time after I got spanked," I said, "it helps a bit anyway."
I squirted some of the cream into my hand and looked down now red but cuter than ever behind pointing at the ceiling of my bedroom. There's nothing like a spanking to put a bloom into your cheeks. The kid was laying with his legs a bit apart so his crack was gaping open just a little. I started off by smoothing the cream all over his hot fanny to his almost purring sounds of pleasure.
"Spread your legs a bit more," I said, "so I can get inside your crack." The kid spread his legs wide, opening up and showing me his now red butt hole. I squirted a liberal amount of the cream on the top of his crack and started to work it downward with my fingers.
When I came to his spanked butt hole he didn't tense it up like a lot of guys will do, as I rubbed in the cream he actually seemed to relax it. "That feels so good," he said into his pillow. I rubbed cream onto the little triangle of hide between his anus and balls that always seems to get smacked as well and then went back up a bit to continue my ministrations to the tender spot right in the middle of his crack.
I was right, he was relaxing it! I smoothed the cream a little deeper than I normally would, parting his anus a little bit in the process. He made no complaint about it at all so I went a little deeper and then getting really daring slid my finger into his opening and pushed his button.
Boy, didn't I get a response when I did that! He moaned and I felt his anus contracting on my invading finger as he shot his load all over the blanket. I heard a muffled sob from the top of the bed.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I inquired anxiously.
The kid lifted his face from the pillow and smiled. "No," he said, "that was just the most incredible experience of my life, I've never had an orgasm like that!" Heedless of his hot fanny he sat up on the bed, dislodging my finger in the process as he rolled over and took my erection in his right hand and pulled me closer to him with his left. When I was close he paused to squirt some cream into his hands and then started to slowly stroke me with his right hand while the left explored me where I had just explored him. It became evident that he was no stranger to knocking on a guy's backdoor as he worked first one, then two and finally three fingers deep inside of me, stretching my butt hole wide.
He was not ignoring my front section at all, far from it. Besides keeping me right on the verge of the point of no return he was also giving my nuts a good going over, kneading them around inside of their sack while busily enlarging the opening right behind them. He kept on working my body like a fine violin for a long, long time before he finally let me find relief, long and hard all over his chest and belly. He's lucky I didn't break his fingers which were inserted to the hilt up inside of me my ejaculation was so hard.
"I've been wanting to do that since the first time we got spanked together in the shed," he said to me, still playing with my backdoor. "When you were bouncing around on your dad's knees while he was paddling you and showing me this you made me so horny that you can't believe it."
"Oh, yes I can," I replied, "when Dad was spanking you it was a good thing that he was there or else you might have gotten something a lot bigger than my finger up your bum!"
Both of us were pretty depleted from our spankings and the wonderful aftermath of them and after we got everything cleaned up, the kid had spewed out an incredible amount on the bed spread, and he had put some cream on my bum we did fall asleep. I don't know about him but I was dreaming of that special place on his body that I had the pleasure, however brief, of playing with and hoping that my exploration could be more thorough in the future.
The next morning we shared the bathroom, chatting away like we had done this forever. While he used the toilet I shaved and we talked like it was the most normal thing in the world. I almost cut my throat when he tickled my low hanging nuts at a delicate moment. He is the kind that only has to shave every couple of days but he stayed and kept me company while I took my turn on the john. I've never had a problem with performing my potty chores in company and I guess neither does the kid. Once I was finished with nature's call I wiped and flushed and we headed downstairs just as naked as we had gone upstairs the night before.
"Won't your father think it strange to see the two of us coming downstairs in the nude?" asked the kid in a low voice as we were heading down the steps.
"Nah," I replied, "I show up that way all the time and now that you are my little brother I don't see how Dad would care about you either." That satisfied we walked into the kitchen, Dad's little bare bottomed boys.
After a typical Dad breakfast, he tends to cook enough for an army, the kid and I went into the living room and pulled our clothing on so we could go and attack those trees. I don't think I have to say that our pants didn't stay up all that long for Dad had to 'convince' us that we needed to work, first me and then the kid on our bare butts with the belt. With your pants and underwear hobbling your legs you can't kick as much as you can when naked so our butt holes went pretty much untouched though we both had a chore getting our erections tucked into our clothes when we were allowed to pull them up.
I showed the kid my technique of kneeling on the trailer as Dad drove the tractor into the woods and told him how I normally rode in this position because it was a rare day indeed that I didn't go to the woods with a sore fanny.
While Dad was felling the tree I felt an urgent need to get rid of some of the coffee I had drank for breakfast so I stepped off into the woods a bit to take care of the problem.
"Where are you going?" asked the kid.
"I got to take a leak," I said, "my bladder is about to burst." The kid said that he had the need as well so he followed me into the woods, a polite distance away from where Dad was working.
While we stood there side by side, watering the dead leaves on the floor of the woods it brought me back years and years. In my youth somehow every time I got together with any of my friends sooner or later we would be in this same position, penises sticking out of our flys peeing side by side. I guess it must just be a boy thing. Once again I was sort of proud of the fact that I kept on peeing long after the kid had run dry, I was always the peeing champion of the town among us kids anyhow. One day I out peed eight other kids but that's another story entirely.
By the time we were finished with our respective leaks and had shaken and zipped, Dad had the tree down and was already cutting it up into fireplace sized hunks. The kid and I made short work of splitting the wood and loading it on the trailer and soon it was full and ready to go home. It looked as though we would get about three trailer loads out of this one tree.
Dad said, "Why don't you two take that load home and stack it, I'll stay here and finish cutting things up." This used to be a big treat when I was a kid, I was rarely allowed to drive the tractor by myself. I climbed onto the tractor and showed the kid how to sit on the fender and we headed for home.
Okay, I'll admit that we did take a much longer time off loading the trailer than we should have, we were fooling around like little kids, grabbing at each other and patting each other on the butt in passing. We were telling each other how silly we looked over Dad's knees this morning with our pants down getting our asses warmed and what a big baby we each were. Finally we got the wood stacked and headed back to where Dad was waiting.
"Well," Dad said after I got the rig turned around and parked, "you two took sure took long enough, I guess I have to give you both a reminder that we are working here and not playing around."
"But, Dad!" I started.
"The only 'butt' I want to see is yours and your brother's," Dad said, "bare and sticking out over the tailboard of the trailer." He took off his belt and we stepped to the back of the trailer and dropped our pants and underwear to our ankles and lay down on the floor of the trailer, legs bent and butts hanging out. Talk about cheek to cheek, our behinds were touching in the middle. It must have been quite a sight to see two grown guys with their backsides bare and waiting to get smacked.
Dad gave each of us a couple of dozen swats on the butt with his belt, first one and then the other and even a couple that stung both of us at once. He didn't make any kind of pattern with the swats at all and both of us jumped regardless of whose behind the belt stung that time. It was great fun and I was sorry when he stopped. It was two striped assed boys that pulled their pants up and got back to work. Of course we had to take our time with the second load as well and got another licking when we got back with the trailer the second time. It is great fun getting spanked out in the great outdoors.
Dad went home with the second load and sent us back to clean up. Our pants came down right away when we got back into the woods but it was the other side that got the attention this time as we jerked each other off. Once we took care of that problem and before we pulled out pants back up we gave each other a few smacks on the butt with our hands, telling each other that we were bad, bad boys for fooling around when we should be working. That 'punishment' taken care of we pulled up, zipped up and loaded up. We got the last load home just in time to have lunch which Dad had ready for us.
After a great lunch Dad told us that once we had the trailer unloaded and the wood stacked we could have the rest of the day off. Of course we complained about having to work so Dad found that once more he had to provide some inspiration for us to do the job. This time, for a change of pace I guess, he spanked us with his hand instead of the belt. This was good and bad, we were in the kitchen instead of the living room when he took us across his knees and our behinds were much more exposed as far as our cracks being spread goes and he took advantage of the fact by pulling our right cheek out with his left hand to further expose things and spanked us there as well. It is one thing to get your butt hole accidentally smacked during a spanking, to have someone purposely expose it and slap it hot and red is something else indeed. It left me so horny that I almost came off right there across Dad's knees. Getting to watch as the kid got the same treatment and got his anus slapped almost did it for me and it took a conscious effort not to spew all over the floor. When I was allowed to pull my pants up I didn't dare even try to push my erection down like it would normally go, I just let it stick up toward my belly tucked up right under the waistband of my underpants.
The kid pulled his clothing into place and followed me out the kitchen door to the shed. "Boy," he said, "your dad gets really personal when he spanks you with his hand, don't he?"
"First time he did that trick," I replied, "I guess he knew that his hand wouldn't affect us all that much so decided to spank the most sensitive area of our hides. Pretty cool, wasn't it?"
"I'd say!" exclaimed the kid, "The only trouble is I almost came all over his leg after about the third slap there and I was so afraid that if he kept on spanking me there I'd get his hand messy."
"I read somewhere that a guy's anus has just about the most nerve endings per square inch of any part of his body," I said, "I think Dad stimulated every one of them. I've gotten kissed by the belt back there quite a bit so I'm used to getting it slapped but when he spread my cheeks open I can remember thinking 'did I wipe myself really good this morning, is there any toilet paper stuck to it?' Silly, huh?"
We laughed about that and the kid admitted that the same thought ran through his head before the stinging made it so he just didn't care any more. Funny how your childhood potty training kicks into gear at moments like that and you remembering your mother telling you to make sure that you clean yourself well and sometimes even making you bend over to check that you did. I can still remember her parting my little cheeks and sometimes taking a washcloth to clean my little hole if I hadn't done a thorough job of it. I guess Mom was in charge of cleaning my bottom, Dad was the one that slapped it. Even at my most obnoxious she never really spanked me but told me to wait for my father to take care of the job.
We got the wood all stacked in the shed and decided that seeming as we had some time off now we'd go exploring, the kid was still fascinated with the country side. I went into the house to tell Dad what we were going to do and made a stop off in my bedroom to pick up some supplies that might come in handy.
We hiked way out into the woods to a little, very private spot that I know, the kid asking what this tree is, what that plant is. We saw a ruffed grouse which boomed up in front of us that almost scared the pee out of him. Of course I had to laugh about him jumping because of a silly bird.
"Why don't you take your pants off so I can check out what horrible damage was done to your poor little bum hole," I said to the kid. He lost no time in kicking off his shoes and taking his socks off and then removing all his lower clothing to stand there in his T-shirt and that's all. He bent over with his hands on his knees and stuck his butt out toward me, legs spread wide.
The kid's behind was an all over pink from the latest spanking and of course there was no damage done to his anus, it was a little red is all. I took a tube of lubricant out of my jeans pocket and squirted some on my hand and started to rub it in where I knew it would do the most good. As I slid in first one finger, then two and finally three the kid was drooling silvery fluid toward the ground from an area just forward of where I was working.
"You know," he said "I think there is a sore spot deeper than your fingers can reach. Can you do something about that?"
This was what I figured all the signs were pointing to. "I sure can," I said, "I'm like a boyscout, always prepared." I reached into my pocket again and pulled out several condoms and then lowered my pants to below my knees, my underwear following them on the trip down and rolled a condom onto my very erect penis. Liberally lubricating it, I took care of that sore spot for him for a very long time.
This might seem strange but somehow I had a sore spot in just about the same place which the kid took care of for me, soothing it tremendously and in the same manner as I had done for him.
When he had soothed my sore spot well and was resting on my back with the soothing implement still implanted he said to me "What would your father do if he saw us doing this?"
"I can't say for sure," I said, "but I can tell you what happened when he caught me and one of my friends playing doctor out behind the shed."
"Did you get a spanking?" he asked.
"More like had all the hide worn off of my butt," I laughed. I could laugh now but it wasn't much fun when it happened, no way. "Picture this if you can--two fourteen year old boys naked behind the shed. It was summer time and we were only wearing shorts anyhow so we just kicked them off to play our game. I was just about to conduct a rectal exam on my buddy, he was bent over with his butt sticking out, when Dad came around the corner. In about another thirty seconds he would have seen me with my spit covered finger up my pal's bum so I'm lucky that way. He told my buddy to get dressed and go home and took full advantage of my state of dress to take me inside of the shed and just about paddling the hide clean off of me, it was the worst spanking he had ever given me to that time. When I saw my buddy the next day I found out that my father had called his and he got a heck of a hiding with his dad's belt that left his bottom in about the same state as mine."
"Did that stop you from playing doctor?" the kid asked, now withdrawing from my behind.
"Goodness no!" I said, straightening up, "Now that we knew it was a naughty thing to do that just made it more attractive to us, we were just darn careful to play the game where we wouldn't get caught at it."
We had a great time cleaning each other up of all the lubricant and then buried the condoms and their wrappers to hide the evidence and headed for home. I was sure that Dad would give us another spanking to sleep on that night and was looking forward to both soothing the kid's butt and having mine soothed as well.