A 02 Holidays in Woop Woop (1)


by Tim Anders <Timlovesjase@yahoo.com.au>

Holidays in Woop Woop (1) by Tim Anders (Revised)

Copyright Tim Anders © 1998, 2001

NOTE FOR NON-AUSSIE READERS: Woop Woop is a tiny remote place in the Middle of Nowhere, almost beyond the Black Stump, somewhere between Bullamakanka and Oodnagalahbi. Got it, mate?

Based on events during the summer holidays in 1990/91, the year following "My Mate Dave".

The hoped-for reunion with Dave never happened and I felt cheated lonely, even suicidal at times. At nearly 16, I had become even more intolerable, if that was possible. While Dad was with us, his firm discipline always ensured that these "phases" never lasted very long, but he left before I turned 14 and Mum was at her wits' end. Eventually Dad's brother Luke took pity on her and invited me to come and stay with him and Auntie Alice for the rest of the holidays.

I didn't need much persuasion, because I'd stayed with them before and got on really well with my cousin Ian who is about a year older than I and ever since I was quite young I had a crush on his older brother Peter who had since joined the Navy. Auntie Alice and Uncle Luke owned the General Store & Post Office in a tiny village, and life with them was never dull.

Aside from all the fun, I also had a healthy respect for Uncle Luke who, like my dad, and their dad before them, believed that corporal punishment is an essential part of every growing boy's education. He had given me and Ian a few memorable thrashings, when we got into mischief while I was staying with them last time. Ian, being older and on his home ground, was usually the instigator, but I went along willingly, and so we ended up together feeling the sting of Uncle's belt, or the strap in the shed ,or whatever else came to hand.

Two years on now, Ian was about 17, I wondered if the belt was still in action. My backside had remained unscathed ever since Dad left, nearly two years ago, the most likely reason why Mum had so much trouble keeping me under control. Dad used to say my backside was itching, meaning I was heading for a hiding, and that just about describes the way I was that summer.

Still, while I hadn't felt Dad's belt for over a year, many a wank benefited from reliving memories of getting caned by my beloved Dave the previous summer and imagining him getting the cane from his Dad. So, it is fair to say I was quietly hoping that Uncle Luke was still keeping strict control of things. At least my 'little mate' indicated as much as I contemplated that possibility on the train up the country. Luckily, I was sitting down and my briefs and jeans protected me from embarrassment.

Their village is quite a distance from the nearest railway stop, you could hardly call it a station because the train only stops there on demand. There was nobody there to collect me when I arrived, and I was the only one getting off the train. I quickly collected my bike, which the guard had put out on the platform, and before I knew it, the train was on its way again. My only other piece of luggage was a backpack with a few clothes and toiletries. After all, I wasn't going to be wearing much more than shorts and a T-shirt most of the time.

The station master asked if I was "young Tim", and when I said yes, told me that Uncle Luke had rung the station to say had been held up and wanted me to start riding my bike. If at all possible, he'd meet me somewhere along the way, if not, I'd just have to make it on my own. Mum was always carrying on how dangerous it was riding a bike around the city, So, I was almost hoping Uncle wouldn't make it and I could have a nice long ride. I love riding my bike.

Ever since my track pants got caught in the bike chain, I wear shorts on my bike. I like shorts anyway, they feel and look _s_e_x_y if you've got nice strong legs. There was no-one in sight, so I went around the side of the building, took my jeans off and stuffed them into my backpack. As I was standing there in my briefs, just about to get into my footy shorts, someone said "and what do you think you're doing, mate?"

I turned around and saw a man in his 30s, dressed in jeans and shirt, with a sort of annoyed look on his face, but somehow I sensed he was really perving and enjoying the view. I stood there in my briefs, with a T-shirt not even long enough to cover my embarrassing stiffie, which had sprung up the moment I heard that voice (if anyone can explain THAT phenomenon, I'd be very interested). "I - I'm just changing into my shorts," I stuttered.

He took a step closer, as I stepped back. "Exposing yourself in public is an offence, did you know that?" That sounded a bit intimidating, but he sounded friendly, almost conspiratorial.

"Come off it, mate, this isn't public. There was nobody around, so what's the offence? Where did you spring from, anyway?"

He ignored my question. "I AM around, and if I was offended by you standing there in next to nothing, (pointing to his mobile phone) I'd call Ron, the local policeman. But I'm not offended."

I was feeling a bit nervous. I'd heard about perverts who grabbed young boys and did 'dirty things', but I wasn't a 'young boy' any more! Well, let him try! I'll show him! All that went through my mind in a flash, but I knew I wouldn't get very far because he was bigger than I.

"Well, what's your beef then, if you're not offended," I tried to sound tough and moved to step into my shorts.

He was so quick, I didn't see him coming, grabbed my shorts and threw them over his shoulder.

"Hey, what the hell - - !" I jumped and tried to get past him to retrieve my shorts, but he grabbed me. "Lemme go, you bloody perv, or I'LL be calling the _f_u_c_k_ing cops," I yelled bravely.

"What," he laughed, "on MY phone, or have you got your own? And watch who you call names, squirt." He slapped my barely clad backside a couple of times, which hurt, but not as much as being called "squirt".

I was more angry than frightened because there was something about him that didn't make me feel threatened. It was actually a very _s_e_x_y situation, although I may not have fully appreciated it at the time.

"I'll tell the station master," I threatened, still struggling to free myself from his firm hold, but somehow I knew already he wasn't terribly worried.

"He's gone home, mate. Didn't you hear the car? Next train isn't coming till tonight."

"Well, lemme _f_u_c_k_in go then, if you know what's good for you." I kept trying to pull away, but he kept holding me.

"Language!!" he said with a grin, as he slapped my bum again, "don't be in such a hurry." More slaps followed and my backside was beginning to tingle and my little mate rose to furious attention again. He must have felt that against his leg, "you like having your arse spanked, eh?" The slaps seemed to get harder - or was my bum getting more sensitive?

"Ow! That hurts! What have I done to you, anyway?"

"Well, for one thing, you're exposing yourself in public, as I told you -"

"Yeah, stick that, as I told YOU - -"

Slap! Another one. "You're not a fast learner, are you? Maybe I should take my belt to you."

"Hey, listen, I don't know what this is about, but I've had enough and I want to get going."

"Anybody ever told you, you have a cute bum?" He squeezed one cheek while holding me tight with his other arm. Like it or not, his sheer strength was a turn-on. My little mate loved it!

"Yeah, many times, and they all wanted to _f_u_c_k_ it," I lied, "no way, mister, whoever you are."

"You can call me Geoff, and I don't want to _f_u_c_k_ you, son. I just want to tan your backside. You should be punished for having such a provocative arse."

This talk was getting more and more exciting, and I was beginning to weaken. "Promise you'll let me go and I'll let you." Hell! Did I just say that to a complete stranger?

He let go of me, "well, at last we're beginning to understand each other."

I stood there, trying to hide my raging hard-on. "Promise?" I said.

"I've let you go already," he picked up my shorts and threw them to me, "if you wanna go, go."

The bastard knew I was turned on and itching to have my backside warmed.

"You not going to belt me?" I quickly got into my shorts.

"Nope."

"Chicken, eh?" I was getting _c_o_c_k_y again. It never takes long.

"I just remembered your uncle's got plans for you. Don't want to spoil it for him'"

"Hey, what do you know about my uncle? He's coming to pick me up, you know."

"Yes, I know, he told me."

"He - ?"

"That's right, he said to pick you up if I saw you on the road, and he'd meet us along the way."

"No way, I'm not accepting rides from strangers." Having struggled into my shorts now, I felt more confident already, "my mummy warned me about pervs like you." He just grinned. "Besides, I've been on the train for hours, I need the exercise."

"Please yourself, I'm not going to force you."

"You're not?"

"Nope. Why would I?"

"Well, what was all that about then, pinching and slapping my bum and that?"

"As I said, you have a very provocative arse in need of a good hiding, and well you know it."

My little mate was still up in arms, almost regretting this turn of events. "So, why didn't you give it to me then?"

"What, the hiding you need? Don't worry, your uncle will do that soon enough. He was just dealing with young Ian when I saw him. Probably getting into practice for you."

"He told you that?"

"Course! Me and Luke are mates. And if you breathe a word about what happened here, I'll deny everything, and who do you reckon he'll believe?"

I contemplated that for a moment. "I don't believe you, you're just _s_h_i_t_ting yourself I might dob you in."

"Try if you like," he was very relaxed, "he'll give you an extra thrashing for telling lies."

"I might be willing to take that risk."

"Thought you might. Go right ahead, son. Don't say I didn't warn you."

That bastard had really turned me on, I was so horny, I nearly begged him to spank my bum, but then I thought if he really was Uncle Luke's mate, I'd better be careful.

"Well, I'll be off then," I said, picking up my backpack and bike.

"If you ever need a belting and Luke won't give it to you, let me know. Maybe you can mess up my deliveries and give me a reason," he laughed and walked round the corner of the building.

"Yeah, sure," I yelled after him. Half relieved about my narrow escape, I also wondered what it would have been like if he'd given me what I knew I badly needed. My 'little mate' got quite excited at the thought and I decided to deal with him somewhere in the bushes, as soon as I got off the main road, but by the time I'd pedalled that far, he'd come down again. As I rode off, I saw Geoff with his head under the bonnet of an old ute. Engine trouble, maybe? I know it's not nice, but I felt a bit of that malicious kind of joy the Germans call 'Schadenfreude.'

There is only one road leading away from the 'station' to the main highway and, after a few kilometres on the highway, a small sign points in the direction of Uncle Luke's village. The road from here is much narrower and, after a while, turns into an unmade gravel road. Luckily it was quite firm and solid, because they hadn't had any rain for ages. It could get really soggy and slippery in wet weather. At the moment even my bike raised quite a dust cloud.

The country up there is quite flat, with endless paddocks on either side of the road and the monotony of the stubbled paddocks interrupted every now and then by a flock of sheep. Crops had already been harvested and the galahs were busy gutsing themselves on the leftover grain till they got so fat they waddled across the road, unable to fly away when a car came. There is a special smell about the country that I've always loved although I grew up as a city boy.

Every now and then there are a few gum trees by the road side, and it was in the shade of a group of those where I stopped. It was afternoon, the sun was merciless, and I had just remembered the tube of sunblock Mum had given me and I'd promised I'd use, because of the skin cancer scare. I applied the stuff liberally to my arms, legs and face and had a good swig from my water bottle at the same time.

Riding on, I heard a car behind me and went over to the edge of the gravel road to let it pass, but it came to a screeching halt just beside me. It was 'Geoff' again, asking if I'd changed my mind about the lift. I said "no thanks" and he was off, leaving me in a cloud of dust, which stuck to the cream I'd just put on my skin, the bastard.

After another hour's ride, a car was coming towards me, flashing its lights. It was Uncle Luke in his ute. He gave me one of his jolly bear hugs, told me to put the bike in the back of the ute and get in quickly, because he still had a few things to do before dinner. When I asked where Ian was, he said Ian had been in a spot of bother and wasn't allowed to come.

I thought, '_s_h_i_t_, that's a good start,' but didn't say it.

"I hear you've been giving your mother a hard time, too."

"Um - -"

"Well, have you?"

"I guess so. I just can't talk to her."

"That's no excuse for being obnoxious."

"No, - sorry."

"Listen Tim, I'm very fond of you, but there'll be none of that here, is that clear?"

"Yes, Uncle Luke."

"I promised your mother I'll tan your backside well and often, and at the slightest provocation."

I didn't know what to say to that.

"Did you hear that?"

"Um? - Yes, I heard."

"About time somebody did, by the sound of what you've been getting yourself into."

"Yes, Uncle Luke." It sounded as if 'Geoff' had been telling the truth after all. I was getting just a little bit worried, but my little mate seemed to be looking forward to some action. It was all quite confusing.

"I don't like spoiling your first day here, Tim, but it's better to get it out of the way, and then we can start again."

"Yes, Uncle Luke."

"You and I are going to have a serious talk tonight."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Your mate Geoff told me."

"So you did meet? Why didn't you come with him? I asked him to bring you back in his ute."

"Well, I didn't know who he was, and I don't often get a chance for a long bike ride."

"What did Geoff say to you?"

"He said you were going to give me a hiding, and you'd already been practising on Ian." That last bit sort of slipped out, and I was sorry the moment I said it.

Uncle Luke just laughed. "He said that? Well, he wasn't entirely wrong. Ian's been working up to it for days, but it had nothing to do with you."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, but that's what Geoff told me. He also offered to give me a belting himself." - Well, let's see how that goes down!

"He did, did he? Why? Were you rude to him?"

I said I didn't think I'd been rude and gave an edited version of how Geoff caught me with my pants down and threatened to give me a belting for 'exposing myself in public'. I left out the embarrassing bit with him actually slapping my bum.

Uncle Luke seemed puzzled and didn't quite believe me. "There must have been more to it," he said, "I'll find out next time I see him." Geoff was right, I wasn't going to be believed, no matter what. Just as well I hadn't told the whole story.

"You said you promised Mum to punish me. Did she actually ask you to do that?"

"No, mate. Typically, she tried to talk me out of it. I reminded her what your Dad would have done if he'd been there, and she had to admit I was right."

"I was just surprised. Mum always used to get upset when I got a thrashing. That's why Dad and I went bush every now and then."

"I know," said Uncle Luke. "I've heard about those bush trips. Did you accept your fate willingly or did he have to drag you?"

"Maybe not too willingly, but he didn't have to drag me. I knew I earned it, and there was no way out of it. Besides, we also had a lot of fun on those trips. I just wish Dad was back."

"So do I, son, so do I. Not sure your mother would go along with that, though."

"You're not wrong there," I said morosely. "I miss him a lot. He was the only one I could ever talk to."

"What about?"

"Questions, or if I did something I shouldn't have and didn't know what to do about it."

"You told your dad about things you shouldn't have done?" He didn't seem to believe me.

"Sure, if I didn't know what to do. He said we're mates, and we were."

"Pity, young Ian doesn't feel like that."

"Why not?"

"Probably too worried about getting his backside tanned if he tells me he's done something he shouldn't have." My 'little mate' was stirring in my shorts.

"Dad always found out anyway. Better I told him than someone else did. I still got a hiding."

"That sounds quite mature for someone your age."

"Aw, I dunno, just practical."

"You used to be good mates, you and Ian, last time you were here, when was that? Couple of years ago?"

"Yeah. It'll be great to see him again. Sorry he got into trouble."

"Used to get into a few scrapes together then, didn't you?"

"Sure did, and got belted for it."

He laughed. "You still remember that?"

"How could I forget?" I joined in the merriment - after all, this was long ago.

"Well, nothing's changed, so you better watch your step, mate. You may have grown bigger, too big for your boots by the sound of it, but you're not too big to get a hiding. You and Ian seem to need it more than ever"

"Sir! Yes, Sir!" I kidded.

Uncle Luke laughed, "don't be cheeky now!"

I kept it up. "No, Sir! I meant no disrespect, Sir!"

"I should hope not, son, for your sake." He got into the spirit himself now.

I put on a mock Irish brogue "oh no, Sir, and I'm very grateful to you, Sir, for your kind consideration."

Uncle Luke reached over with his left hand and ruffled my hair. "You're so like your dad," he said chuckling, "he must be very proud of you."

I could have hugged him for that, and cried at the same time I was missing him so much. But I changed the subject, "you're older than Dad, aren't you, Uncle Luke?

"Only a year."

"What was he like as a kid?

"Your dad? He was a cheeky little bugger, always into mischief. You just reminded me because he was very good at funny voices and dialects and foreign accents, often in the wrong situation at school or in church."

My heart warmed to Uncle Luke. This was about as close as I could get to my dad right now, the next best thing to having him there with me. "Did he get into trouble for doing that?"

"All the time, mate, and he seemed to be doing it deliberately, almost asking for it."

I could relate to that, but I didn't say anything.

"Our father was a very strict man, you know," Uncle Luke continued.

"Yeah, I know, Grandpa belted me a couple of times."

"Did he really?!"

"I was probably asking for it, too."

"Well, your dad was always in trouble. I mean, we both got our fair share of punishments but, although I was the older one, Mark, I mean your dad, was getting it twice as often as I did."

I would have liked to ask many more questions, but we had arrived at the house. Auntie Alice came out to greet us, remarking how much I had grown since my last visit. I took my bike off the ute and we went inside.

"Where is he?" Uncle Luke asked.

Auntie Alice shrugged, "probably sulking in his room." Then to me, "why don't you take your bag down to the boys' room and tell Ian dinner will be ready in half an hour." The boys' room was Ian's and Peter's bedroom, now occupied only by Ian, but Peter's bed was still there. I had slept in it last time, quite a turn-on because Peter was a real hunk, and he was in the Navy!!

Ian wasn't there, so I dropped my bag and headed back to the kitchen. "Try the shed," said Auntie, "maybe he's working on that old car."

"Someone's given him an old car, and he's restoring it," said Uncle, "he reckons he'll have it going by the time he gets his driver's licence. I think he's a bit optimistic."

The shed was huge, compared with ours at home, and it had lots of machinery and old car wrecks in it. Ian was working on one of them, but all I saw was a shapely bum in a pair of shorts and a pair of very _s_e_x_y legs.

I sneaked up on him and slapped his backside. "Hi, brother!" We used to pretend we were brothers, because I always wanted one, and Ian said he'd prefer me for a brother instead of Peter. I guess, being the older one, Peter gave the orders, whereas I did Ian's bidding gladly because he was bigger and stronger.

Ian extracted himself from his almost upside down position, covered in grease and dirt. He had grown into a strapping young man, taller than I, maybe 6', his brown hair was cut quite short, and there was some hair on his manly chest. He looked very much like his _s_e_x_y older brother, and I don't need to tell you how my 'little mate' reacted to this exciting vista.

"Tim, mate," he shouted, giving me a big hug, making me feel even smaller. We pummelled and wrestled each other like we used to, ending up on the filthy shed floor, but we didn't care, we were so happy. I gave him Auntie's message about dinner, so we went back to the house to get cleaned up, arms around each other's shoulders, it was a great feeling.

Ian and I always used to shower together under the pretext of saving water. The truth was we used to wank together in the shower. I wondered if we would revive old traditions, my little mate started to raise his head again, but Ian didn't take the hint. As we were drying ourselves, I saw some tell-tale pink stripes on his bum and asked, trying to sound very innocent, "what are those marks, Ian?" I knew full well, after what Uncle Luke had said.

"What marks," he said gruffly.

"On your bum. Did you get a hiding from Uncle Luke?"

"Aw, shut up."

"Sorry." I felt a bit hurt because we always used to tell each other and inspect the damage.

There was a subdued atmosphere at the dinner table. I had my own worries, after what Uncle Luke had said, remembering the punishments I got from him last time I was staying with them. As much as my little mate was looking forward to the stimulation, my backside was not.

Ian wasn't talking, obviously still resenting his earlier punishment, which really puzzled me. When I'd got a belting from Dad, I used to be so glad it was over and life returned to normal, except for my sore bum. After some attempts at a conversation, Uncle Luke lost patience. "Stop sulking because you got a hiding. You deserved it, it was overdue, and you know it."

Ian's face turned bright red. He thumped the table, jumped up, "Dad! Do you have to? Just leave it alone, will ya?" and ran out of the room. The door of the boys' room slammed shut.

"Ian! Come right back here! NOW!" Uncle yelled after him, but no response. Auntie contemplated her plate and I was acutely embarrassed. After a moment, Uncle got up and stormed out of the room. I sensed Ian was in more trouble and this could become exciting.

"I don't know what's got into him lately," Auntie said, "he seems to be going out of his way to irk his father. I wish he'd grow up."

I didn't know what to say. After all, I was accused of the same thing with Mum. But Auntie didn't expect a reply. "Maybe it's the teenage rebellion," she surmised, "I hear you've been in trouble, too." I blushed. "I don't know! I was really hoping you'd be a good influence on him. You used to have such fun together." She had clearly forgotten about the strife some of the "fun" had got us into.

We heard raised voices from the boys' room, then cries of "no, dad, please! Ow! No, please! Ow! Dad! I will! Ow! I promise!" interspersed with very familiar sounds. I didn't count, I was too busy listening, but there would have been at least ten cracks and "Ows". Auntie mumbled "oh dear, oh dear," and wafted out into the kitchen, so she couldn't hear.

In stark contrast, I wanted to hear everything, and my little mate instantly rose to attention. Luckily I had 'dressed up' for dinner, wearing my jeans. Not that it mattered, since I was left alone at the dinner table, wishing I could be a fly on the wall in the boys' room.

Uncle returned a little later, "Well, he'll take note of that!" He looked at the remains of the dinner, "that's too _d_a_m_n_ cold now." I said I had eaten enough anyway, and Uncle agreed he'd lost his appetite, too. We carried the dishes out to the kitchen, and Auntie told us to go and sit down again because she had made a special pudding for 'afters'.

Ian returned to the table, his eyes were red. Uncle looked raised his eyebrows as if to say "weren't you going to say something?"

Ian swallowed hard, "um - sorry everyone, that was really stupid of me," and he stared down at the cold food on his plate. He must have felt so embarrassed, my heart went out to him.

"I trust you felt that enough so I won't have to repeat it in a hurry," Uncle Luke said.

Ian tensed up but obviously didn't want another hiding; so he just said "yes, dad."

"Clearly the first time didn't make an impression."

"Dad!" Ian tried to stop this embarrassing dialogue. Auntie wafted out to the kitchen again under some pretext, while I was fascinated, and so was my little mate. But I could also see why Ian got so mad. Wasn't it enough he got thrashed and had apologised?

"Well, we've found a way to impress you, haven't we."

Ian bent his head down very embarrassed, "yes, Dad." He probably thought if he agreed, uncle Luke might stop this line of conversation.

"That's the way it's going to be in future."

"Yes, Dad, I know."

"On the bare from here on," then he turned to me, "that goes for you as well, so be warned."

While I was still thinking about what I'd just heard, Uncle was clearly waiting for a reaction.

"Tim?"

"Uh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking."

"What were you thinking, Tim?"

"Er - - how hard it is to be a teenager. You're not old enough to be treated as an adult, and not young enough to get away with being silly. You get into trouble all the time. I know I do." There! I'd changed the subject quite diplomatically, I felt. How the hell did I manage that? I thought even Ian threw me a grateful glance.

Uncle cleared his throat, "ahem, that was quite well said. Obviously you've thought about it."

"Er - well, I had to," I said, "getting into trouble all the time isn't much fun."

Auntie Alice brought in her pudding with a fanfare, saying she'd made it specially to celebrate my arrival. And she immediately started on some funny story Mrs. X had told her this morning in the shop and how Mrs. Y, three hours later, told her the exact opposite.

Fortunately, Uncle Luke was finally diverted and related some of his own, and everyone laughed. Even Ian joined in and told us how Mr. S. came out in his pyjamas to receive his delivery that morning, and as he turned round, his pants were split and gaping at the back, which was not a pretty sight.

I laughed heartily, so did Auntie, but Uncle, although smiling and obviously enjoying the yarn, couldn't let it pass without a lecture about making fun of elderly people. It's hard to believe that my dad is his brother.

I could see Ian tensing up again, but Auntie jumped in, "we know that, dear. But it IS very funny, and Mr. S. doesn't have to know we found his split pyjamas amusing," she giggled.

After dinner, Ian and I did the dishes. I felt really sorry for him but couldn't quite think how to tell him. I would have loved to just put my arms around him, because I knew he was upset about his punishment, and my presence obviously hadn't helped his embarrassment.

I needn't have worried about Ian, because Uncle Luke came to the kitchen to embarrass me in front of Ian and Auntie by reminding me that we had to have a 'serious talk'. "It'll be painful but cleansing," he said with a grin, as if he was really looking forward to it.

I didn't quite know how to react, so I said "now?"

"Oh no," he said, "I'll call you when I'm ready. We've only got one TV station here, and there are very few programs I want to watch. I'm not going to miss out on that, only because you need a hiding."

My face must have been as red as Ian's was before. "What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Nothing, just go out and enjoy yourself. I'm sure Ian can think of something not too objectionable." And with that he marched off.

"Bastard," Ian mumbled, which earned him a box on the ear from Auntie.

"I didn't hear that!" she hissed and followed Uncle to the sitting room.

"Let's go and kick something," I said, and we went outside.

to be continued - - -

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