God, I can't believe that two weeks went by so fast! Billy and I are standing once more in Dad's workshop dressed neatly in nothing but our skin waiting for the payment stage of our punishment to start. Dad had already tanned our hides well with his new paddle for stealing and lying about it, now was the time that restitution was due for the money that he was out when he paid Mr. Smith for all the Captain Blammo comic books that the two of us had stolen through the years. Dad had said something about 'taking it out of your hides'--I wonder what the market value of a boy butt is these days. Or at least the skin covering it. Dad had also said something about 'tanning your worthless hide' so that didn't look all that good for us either.
What makes things even worse for me is this is not my second trip out here, it is my third. I don't know if I simply forgot about what he had said or somehow deep inside I was testing his resolve to resort to corporal punishment for our misdeeds but I screwed around in class and ended up with a detention. In my school a note is sent home to your parents and it has to be signed by one of them before you can serve the detention and by the rules of the house it is Dad that has to sign it.
In the past a detention could guarantee no television or Nintendo for at least a week, it was quite different this time. I could still watch all the tv and play all the games that I wanted to although I did so kind of kneeling on the floor because my sitter wasn't really all that happy about pressure on it. I'm also getting accustomed to sleeping on my belly. What is taking a little more to get used to is Billy giggling every time he saw my scarlet backside.
All I can say is thank goodness I gave Dad the detention note on a Friday, it gave me an entire weekend for my bottom to recover enough so I could sit on those hard chairs in school. Having to sit all through class for the day would have been cruel and unusual punishment for sure though I have seen some of my buddies squirming around after getting a mid week spanking from their fathers.
There had been a bit of teasing involved after the guys saw me in the locker room after Mr. Smith had whipped my tail with his belt but it ran more to the thought that my ass wasn't virgin any more and questions about how much I cried when I got it. The paddling I got later was hardly commented on at all. I was just another one of the guys that got his butt spanked now, just like the rest.
That Friday about seven o'clock or so Dad and I took a walk out to the workshop. He switched on the lights and told me to get ready while he pulled out the chair and got his paddle down from the wall. They say that misery enjoys company and that is true, I felt pretty lonely in the shop without Billy there knowing that I was the main and only attraction for this punishment session. I know this will sound mean but knowing that Billy would be getting his bottom warmed as well as me just made me feel better somehow. Not this time.
I had to stand there by Dad's side for about ten minutes while he lectured me on my behavior at school and it does not feel good standing naked with a woody sticking out knowing that soon you will be crying while a hard wooden paddle heats up your rear end. In truth I didn't hear all that much of what he said, I was concentrating too much on my bottom, it seemed almost to itch a bit in anticipation of what was about to be done to it. Finally the waiting was over and I lay down across Dad's knees.
Spankings do not get easier if you get more of them. You know what to expect so the surprize is no longer there but any resolutions you may have made to 'take it like a man' or 'I won't let him make me cry' fly out the window really quickly when that paddle starts heating up your rump. I did manage to handle the first six or seven swats without yelling about them but after that the flood gates opened and I was bawling just like a baby again. That paddle just lit the naked hide of my butt on fire and every subsequent swat just fanned those flames to greater heat and Dad fanned them for a long, long time.
Okay, I know enough about spankings by now to know that they are at their worst when actually going on and the pain will fade fairly quickly but that was not doing me a heck of a lot of good right now, all I could think about was the next fiery swat that was going to contact my fanny and try to avoid it. Let me give you a tip--kicking your legs and bucking your butt up and down really doesn't do a whole lot of good as far as escaping goes, Dad is pretty strong and you can't get much leverage laying down over his knees like that so all that really happens is the skin of your butt gets drawn tight and more areas get exposed to the sting of the paddle so in truth it is worse in the long run. There is nothing that quite feels the same as getting a flaming swat right on the inner curve of your butt where it meets your legs with the tip end of a paddle. You also get to feel the wind from the paddle stroke on a few areas of your body that you really don't want to get smacked, believe me!
It was a long, horrible spanking for sure and I spent the first ten minutes in my corner sobbing while the flames burned merrily away on my fanny. All the skin was burned off of my backside this time, no doubt about it at all in my mind.
After an hour or so Dad let me out of my corner and allowed me to rub my butt and once more I found that although it was blazing hot there was no skin removed and I wasn't bleeding all over the floor. He told me that the next time I got a detention for such a stupid reason I'd get a spanking that made this one feel like pat the baby and let me get dressed. I couldn't bear to pull on my briefs so I just slid my jogging pants on over my ravaged fanny and limped into the house and up to my bedroom. I got undressed and lay down naked on top of my covers, my red butt mooning the ceiling and went to sleep with Billy's snickers in my ears.
I woke up the next morning when I felt someone's hand on my behind. It was Billy, standing there in his pajamas with his morning pee woody tenting out the front of them.
"It doesn't feel all that hot this morning," he said, "not like last night." The little brat was playing with my butt after I fell asleep! He'd pay for this one for sure. He left the room and went down the hall to the bathroom and started to take care of his morning chores. I limped after him, I needed to go too.
My parents sleep downstairs and have a bathroom of their own down there so Billy and I never really closed the door when we used the upstairs one and I only do when I decide to whack off. Billy was standing at the toilet, seat up and his pajama pants on the floor vigorously peeing into the bowl. I looked at his unmarked, white bum hanging out below the pajama shirt as he emptied his bladder.
Billy has a strange routine first thing in the morning, he never just sits down and takes care of everything at once, first he will lift the seat of the toilet and pee and then lower the seat and turn around and sit down to take care of the more solid waste products of his body. Maybe he can't do two things at once. He worked true to form this time and after leaking fully dropped the seat and shuffled around and plopped his butt down to take care of the rest of the project. I stood there naked waiting for my turn at the toilet.
Billy looked up from his perch, his willie still stiff and sticking out straight and said, "Did it hurt?"
"Darn right it hurt," I said, "it felt like he was taking all the skin off of me."
"Did you cry?" was his next question.
"Of course I cried," I admitted, "but at least I didn't pee all over the floor!" He had no return for that statement, I had told him about watching him piddle all over the place while he was getting his spanking often enough. He was a bit embarrassed to think that he did such a thing. He finished up his chores, wiped himself and got up and flushed. He hiked him pants back up and tied the drawstring to hold them in place. I went over to the toilet and gingerly lowered my behind onto the seat. It hurt a bit but I was sure I could handle it enough to be able to take care of business.
Billy stood there and watched as I held down my erection so I wouldn't wet on the floor and got everything taken care of quickly, I didn't want to sit here any longer than I needed to. I wiped and flushed and stood up.
"You going to play with yourself now?" asked Billy brightly. I felt a flush come over my face.
"What are you talking about?" I asked with some heat.
"Oh, come off it," he said, "I've watched you through the keyhole plenty of times. I do it myself now, feels really good." Something came over me then, if he was watching me jerk off all along he'd get an eyeful this time!
"Yeah," I said, "I'm going to play with myself." I turned to face the toilet and started stroking my still erect penis. I felt a presence beside me and a rustle of cloth as Billy dropped his pajama pants to the floor once more and saw him take his own stiff willie in hand.
There you go, two brothers that had pretty much shared everything in life were now having their first masturbation session together. We had just recently started getting spanked together so I figure this just finished things off. Heck, we still showered together, it is nice to have someone to scrub your back for you.
I had so much pressure built up in my balls that it didn't take me very long to ejaculate and I heard a gasp from beside me and watched as Billy shot his own load into the toilet. First time I ever saw another guy cum, interesting indeed. I gave him a piece of toilet paper and took one for myself to clean the end of my willie and mop up the spots that missed the target. My little brother was growing up!
"Billy," I said, "you know, I'm not too sure how Dad feels about playing with yourself, he might be pretty cool about it but I am certain that if he ever caught us playing with ourselves at the same time that we'd be over his knees before we knew what happened. We have to be careful about doing it is all." He agreed that it would be our little secret and he would be really careful that no parent was likely to walk in while practicing this new game. It was really rare that either Mom or Dad came upstairs at all, we had to take care of our room and bathroom ourselves and Mom would just make an inspection tour once a week or so. We got grounded quite a bit in the past for everything being a mess, we had a more painful experience to look forward to now without a doubt.
That night in the shower I taught Billy the joy of stroking a soapy willie and he liked that a lot and it became a regular part of our shower together, we had to make darn sure that thing was clean after all! We also would sneak out into the woods behind the house for a little playing around when we got the chance, it was great being able to cum with someone else.
So here we were again, waiting to get spanked. Dad was already in the chair, paddle in hand and was lecturing us once more about stealing. I had my usual woodie and precum was drooling out of it toward the floor, Billy's was still not hard, I guess he was too scared or something. He was already sniffling and the paddle had yet to smack either one of us.
"I've thought about this part of the punishment for quite a while," Dad said, "and here's what we are going to do. This is going to be a two part punishment, I feel that strongly about it so you will get a spanking this week and another next Saturday. Boy butts aren't worth an awful lot near as I can tell so I figure fifty whacks ought to be fair each spanking, that should pay me back."
"Fifty divided by two, twenty five, that's not bad," I thought.
"That, by the way, is fifty each," Dad said, "fifty this time and fifty again next week." Motioning for Billy to step forward he said, "You get to go first this time, it's only fair."
This time there were no tears blurring my vision and I watched as Dad got Billy settled over his knees, Billy's bare, white bottom raised upward with its cheeks slightly parted and his small nut sack hanging down in plain view. Dad raised the paddle on high and brought it smartly down right in the middle of that nice white bum.
I am almost ashamed to admit this but seeing Billy's bottom turn pink and then scarlet was an incredible turn on for me despite hearing his yowls and wails of pain. Whatever it is inside of my body that makes precum fluid launched into overdrive and a silvery stream flowed toward the floor and my balls started to ache like someone had punched me in them. All during the spanking Billy was kicking and thrashing around madly and showing me everything that he owns which just made things worse for some reason, his little pink rosebud was showing up like a neon light in the center of his still white crack surrounded by blazing hot cheeks. Finally he got his allotment of fifty swats and was put on his feet to cry with his hands behind his head. It was my turn.
I came very close to spewing right then and there as Dad pushed my stiff willie down so it wouldn't get squashed on his leg as he settled me over his knees for my own spanking. I could feel the cool air of the shop flowing into my sweaty crack as Dad raised my butt up into position for my spanking and then the paddle smacked into my naked hide. Dad was making sure each of the fifty that I was going to get counted and really slapped my hide hard with that wooden paddle and it took about five for me to start to bawl and beg and kick around. About stroke number ten it happened, I guess it was from the friction of my stiffie rubbing against his pants leg or something but I started to cum.
Somehow it seemed as if the searing swats of the paddle just drove the stuff out of me and I seemed to cum for a long time but then suddenly stopped. I had thought that the spanking had hurt before but it was nothing like how it felt right after I had cum, every swat felt like molten iron was being placed on my backside and I just shrieked with each and every one. Finally the spanking stopped and Dad guided me into my corner so I could bawl there with my hands on my head. I could just hear Billy sobbing in the other corner.
After my crying calmed down I could look down and see the clear evidence of what had happened, my willie was no longer stiff and sticking out but hanging down limp and clear traces of what had happened were visible on the tip. I was so embarrassed, this was worse than peeing while getting a spanking! I wanted to die right there in that corner, flaming fanny and all, rather than have to turn around and face Dad for of course he, being male, would know what I had done.
Not a word was said. My time in the corner had restored my willie to its normal erect state and Dad had simply cleaned up my mess that I had made. The only real signs left were some dried cum on my pee slit and some wet spots on the side of Dad's pants leg. Dad let us do our butt rubs and get dressed and told us that we would meet for our final session for this crime the next week.
Of course my little 'accident' didn't go unnoticed by Billy but he thought it was cool and told me so when we were whacking off in our bedroom right after our spanking.
"I thought you were peeing at first," he said, "but when I saw what color it was I knew what you were doing and almost did it myself! That was just too cool!"
"It sure didn't feel very cool getting spanked after I'd cum," I retorted, "you can't believe how much it hurt! For some reason the spanks seemed much, much hotter after I'd cum than before if possible."
We stayed in our room for about an hour or so, letting our bums air cool so to speak. Of course we did a pretty thorough examination of each other to see just how hard we had been spanked. We even went into the bathroom for a post cum pee and I showed Billy the trick of standing on the toilet seat so you could see your behind in the mirror over the sink.
Dad seemed to have his own pattern as to how he spanked us with that paddle, both of us had a reddened stripe right up the middle of our bottoms. Where Mr. Smith had smacked pretty much everything back there with his belt, Dad was hitting us on what are called the buttocks, the fat part of a boy's rear end that hits the chair when you sit down and our hips were still snowy white. There was a line of demarcation that could have been drawn with a ruler it was so straight.
As I looked over Billy's behind and got what kind of look I could in the mirror at my own I could also see that there was a definite color difference between the top of our asses and the bottom section.
The top area near our tailbones was red, sure, but it looked as though it had not been spanked anywhere near as much as the lower section from our butt holes down. The red stripe continued down below the curve where our butts meet our legs for about six inches or so or in other words to just about where our balls hang. That area last mentioned was really angry looking, hot and dark red and there even seemed to be a few raised blisters right where our butts meet our legs. This, of course, is the area of a boy butt that hits a chair when you sit down and I'm sure that Dad planned it that way. Incidentally, it is also about the fattest and thickest part of your butt as well, almost as if it was designed by nature to be used for a spanking. Maybe it actually was for I looked at a cutaway of the human body and found that there is nothing back there to really damage, all the bones are toward the front of your body in that area leaving nothing but skin, fat and muscle for the paddle to smack.
We actually recovered pretty quickly from the fifty whacks we had received and could actually sit down, although a bit carefully, for supper that night. Frankly I was amazed that something that could hurt so much while it was happening could calm down so quickly once the actually paddling stopped. I checked out my behind in the mirror after we took our shower that night and was quite surprized to find that except for the very bottom where we had been smacked a lot the rest of our bums had pretty much turned back to white again. We still used getting spanked as an excuse to not wear anything to bed that night, it actually is pretty neat to sleep in your skin. Billy likes it too.
Well, we have yet one more spanking to look forward to next week and I hope that Dad takes me first this time, in fact I'm going to ask him to. Although I'll have to admit that cumming while he was spanking me felt pretty wild I don't need the flaming burn again on my backside that resulted from still getting spanked after I'd cum, the paddle hurts enough without that. Something to look forward to.