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J.D.'S TURN

2- The evening was wonderfully cool, not a regular occurrence here in northeastern Oklahoma. I had been driving for eight hours, heading east from my home in the southwest, and had left OKCity, heading towards the ranch my uncle J.D. kept just outside Tulsa. I was going to drop in for a week, on my way to Chicago to visit a friend and take care of some business. I had talked with J.D. on the phone over the years, but hadn't actually seen him since the summer I was 18. He always sounded the same; slow, relaxed, and kind of lonesome."When you gonna come see your old uncle, boy?", he'd always say, and I'd always promise,"Soon, J.D., I promise real soon.". But the years went by, and somehow I never took the time to go out and see him, and I felt bad about that. Guilty. I was 35 now, and had a successful travel business, and this trip gave me the opportunity to set things right with my only uncle. To tell the truth, I didn't like thinking about the ranch too much, as it brought back another memory, of having my behind tanned something fierce that summer long ago. Also, I'd never really gotten over my crush on J.D.; after all that time, and a lot of experience, he was still the best _d_a_m_n_ looking man I had ever met. Coal black hair, emerald green eyes, "the devil's eyes" my mother used to say, and 6'1" body that inspired the most outrageous adolescent fantasies. I knew J.D. ran around with a variety of women over the years, but somehow he never got married; that alone made me strangely, unaccountably nervous whenever I thought of seeing him again. "Oh well," I thought, "it's been a long time since that whipping out behind the stable, I'll bet J.D. doesn't even remember it." But I did.

I pulled up the gravel drive about 10 o'clock that night, with the stars overhead and the sounds of a country night all around. There was a light on in the front room, but the porch was dark, even though J.D. knew I was coming. "That's strange," I thought, "I wonder where the old coot is?" I parked my little sports car under the old elm in the front yard, and climbing the steps to the porch, suddenly felt a ghostly warmth in my butt, just like those old welts were coming back to haunt me. It shook me, I'll tell you that, but I shrugged it off, and knocked on the front door. When there wasn't an answer, I went on in, scared that maybe something had happened to J.D.The lights were on, but there wasn't a sound in the house, and then I saw why.

There in his daddy's old rocker by the fireplace, J.D. sprawled, totally passed out, a bottle of Jim Beam laying on the floor beside him, what was left of it spilled across the tattered crocheted hearth rug my grandmother had made God knew how many years ago. I stood stock still, suddenly out of breath, but not because my uncle was passed out. "My God," I half-whispered,"he's beautiful!" And he was beautiful; the coal black hair had a lot of silver at the temples now, and the face was a little more timeworn, and crossed with character lines the sun had burned in; the body was still magnificent, though, strong and sinewy and solid, maybe just a little thicker round the middle, but not much. There he lay, passed out, in his briefs and boots, and as I stared at him it occurred to me that my "old uncle J.D." wasn't any older than 48 or 49, or so, and still a mesmerizing presence. I went over and shook him by the shoulder, half-whispering, "J.D., wake up! It's me, I'm here."

He cracked his eyes open a bit, and after 30 seconds or so, focused on me and said, "_d_a_m_n_, boy! So you finally made it. I thought you'd gotten lost." Then he passed out again. I didn't have the heart to make him come around again, so I half-carried, half-drug him to his room at the rear of the house and put him to bed, taking those old _s_h_i_t_kicker boots off his feet before I pulled the blanket up to his chest. "Good night, J.D." I whispered. Then I got my bag out of the car, and found my old room, where I went to sleep after a long, uncomfortable time remembering those eyes cracking open, and those twin green fires staring out at me with the force of lasers, drunk or not. All I kept hearing was my mother's voice: "the devil's eyes"... .

I jumped out of bed the next morning when J.D. woke me up with a cracking swat on my behind under the sheet! "_d_a_m_n_, boy, you gonna sleep all morning?"

I looked out the window and realized that it couldn't be any later than 6:00 a.m.. Then I began rubbing my butt; it really stung! J.D. didn't know his own strength! I turned around, and he was standing there, grinning like an idiot , looking not a bit worse for wear from his drunken night. Again, I fell into those green eyes, standing there like a total fool rubbing my behind, without a stitch on. Suddenly, I realized I was naked and with a whoop grabbed up the sheet and wrapped it around my waist. J.D. just laughed, and said, "Jesus, boy, you'd think I hadn't seen your naked ass before! Now get dressed, and get in the kitchen. Breakfast's gettin' cold." I was glad I'd grabbed the sheet, because the effect of those eyes, his comment, and the swat that I could still feel were making me as hard as a rock."Yes, Sir!", I piped up.

After breakfast, I helped J.D. clean up, and as we were drying the dishes, I finally blurted out what had been on my mind all morning;"Uncle J.D., just how old are you, anyway?". He looked at me in a funny way, and then burst out laughing. "I'm 49, son. How old did you think I was? Probably older than the hills, right? Well, _s_h_i_t_, boy, the last time we seen each other, you were just 18, and I was 32; you probably thought I was old then.". He was right; I had thought he was old then. I realized now that I remembered him through the eyes of a kid, not a man. Oddly enough, this didn't make me feel any better; as a matter of fact, it made several ideas all the more scary. As if he were reading my thoughts, J.D. spoke up just then; "Son, we might as well get this on the table right now. I know you probably just remember me from the time I whipped your butt, and that can twist a man's memory alright. Remember, though, that you had that comin', and that after it was over I didn't hold a grudge, and never said a word 'bout that to anyone, even you."

"I know, J.D..You're right, and I have mainly remembered nothing much else about that summer. I realized a long time ago, though, that I had it coming.

I was _c_o_c_k_y and arrogant then, just like a kid, and believe it or not, that whipping changed a lot of things for me, all for the better.", I told him. He smiled at me then, a strange, sweet, sad smile, and right then I was lost. I fell head over heels in love with my own uncle at that second; him looking at me that way, smiling that smile and looking for all the world like a walking wet dream. Then he said, "You know, boy, I've been mighty proud of everything you've done with your life. You got on, made a success with it, and you're standin' on your own two feet like a man should.The only bone I have to pick with you is that you stayed away so long. Why's that, I used to ask myself.

But I figured you just didn't have time for an ole ranchhand like me, and besides, you'd call every once in a while, and that made it okay. But your here now, so that's that." As he said this, I felt the old, familiar guilt wash back over me; my own conscience nagging at me for ducking my promises all these years. "I know, Uncle J.D., and I'm sorry I haven't been out to see you. You know how it is, life gets busy and things get put aside. To tell the truth, I feel bad about it. I kept making promises, and then I wouldn't keep them. I'm sorry; I feel real guilty about that.", I told him. He just listened, and didn't say a word, just kept staring at me with that sad smile and those piercing eyes. He stood there for the longest time, and finally said, "Guilt and broken promises are a terrible burden for a man to live with, son.". I nodded, ashamed and unable to look him in the face. Then he swatted me playfully on the ass again, and said, "Now come on, we got some work to do, but we're gonna quit early and go out for some grub tonight!".

_d_a_m_n_, my ass hurt again! His swats had the power of a 2X4! I rubbed my butt, and said, "Yes, Sir!" III

We worked hard, all morning. When it came time to check the stable and straighten equipment, I was especially careful, as this was where I'd made my costly mistake 17 years ago. J.D. never said a word though, and the rest of the day went well.I didn't have to see the hayrack that I suspected was still out back, and for that I was thankful!

As J.D. promised, we quit early and cleaned up. Then we jumped into his truck, and drove the 20 or so miles to the nearest little town, called Fairfax. The only place in town was the "Jumper Inn", and it was just as I remembered it; the only cafe within 30 miles any direction. An old Wurlitzer stood in the corner playing country music, and the place was full of the local folk; farmers, ranchers, and of course they all knew J.D.. Especially, it seemed, the Tammy Wynette wanna-be waitresses who kept hanging around our table and bringing us extra this and that, just to keep my uncle's attention.

I could hardly eat, though; I knew the food was great, it usually is in these kind of cafes, but my mind kept circling around the incredible mess that I'd found in my heart that morning when J.D. smiled at me. He knew something was wrong; he kept pestering me to eat, was something wrong, didn't I like the food, what was wrong with me, etc.etc.etc.. I couldn't look at him and tell him the truth, he'd never understand; so I kidded him about the waitresses, saying that he obviously had his pick of the crop and why hadn't he ever taken advantage of it? He didn't like that, though; he got strangely quiet himself, and started ordering beers two at a time, drinking them really fast.

By the time we paid the check and left, he was pretty sloshed; I kept asking him to let me drive, but he wasn't listening. Thank God we were on country roads, because that drive back to the ranch was a nightmare, with both us of pretty quiet, and J.D. tipsy and over all of the road, and then some. J.D.

pulled up the driveway to the house, and then the accident happened. He didn't see my car under the tree in the darkness, and drove his truck right into the side of it!! We were both kind of stunned after the truck stopped, and didn't say anything for a minute. Then it happened: I exploded! "Goddammit, J.D.! MY car, my _d_a_m_n_ new car! Look what you've done!!", I yelled. All the mixed-up feelings inside me came together then, and under the circumstances transformed into a burning, white-hot rage. J.D. stumbled out of the car, and going over to my little sportser, stood there looking at it, shaking his head and mumbling.

When I came up beside him, he turned to me and said, "I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. We'll get it fixed, don't worry. I'm sorry. You'll see, it'll be as good as new when it's fixed, I promise!". He was dead-cold sober now, but that didn't matter. I was angrier than I had ever been in my life! The first words that came into my head just came tumbling out, hot and fast; "J.D., do you remember what you told me that time out behind the stable, when you whipped me so badly? Do you? You said, 'Out here a man pays for his mistakes with money AND hard times! No man's ever too old to take his medicine.' Do you remember that?? Do you? Well, uncle, You're going to pay for this all right, and pay right now!!" With that, I grabbed him by the arm and marched him into the house. He didn't fight me, he came along like a bad little boy, knowing he's going to get what's coming to him.

I was so furious that didn't even strike me, the ludicrous picture of me pulling this full-grown, strong-as-a-bull man up the steps, across the porch and into the house. When we got inside, I flung him against the old rocker in the corner, and told him, "Alright, J.D.. Take off your belt and give it to me. And then your pants, your shirt, everything! Even your boots and socks. I want you naked as a jaybird in one minute!!" J.D. didn't say a word, but began doing as I told him. It was a weird feeling when he passed me his belt; I realized it was the same belt he'd used on my butt years ago, older and faded now, but still supple and heavy, a strap to fear.When he was naked, I doubled the belt in my fist, and said, "Bend over that rocker, and grab the arms, J.D.. You're going to get a taste of your own medicine and you have it coming!" He did as he was told, and then I was staring at the most wonderful ass I'd seen in a long time. Full, strong, and smooth, it was the ass of an 18 yearold, absolutely unmarked and quivering now, waiting for the strap to descend. And it did, with a vengeance! I put all my strength into it, and delivered 10 whistling, ass-busting blows to his upturned cheeks. I made sure that every other one caught him on the underside of his butt, where I knew from experience the pain would be most excruciating. The welts rose up instantly, and soon his behind was a glowing, cherry red. But he didn't make a sound, just took it, and that made me even madder; I was determined to break him, to make him cry helplessly like he had made me cry. I said, "Alright. I don't seem to be making much of an impression on you, do I, J.D.? So now you're going to reach behind you, and you're going to spread your asscheeks for me, and we're going to see if you can learn your lesson!".

Again, he didn't say a word, but instantly did as he was told. Then he took my breath away again, because I could see, through his spread cheeks and thighs, a full, low-hanging sack, covered with dark fur, and the length of his _c_o_c_k_ stretching beyond that, nine inches at least, not too fat but perfectly proportioned, the veins prominent against his white skin, swaying slightly as he stood there and shook a little, waiting for the strap to descend. I took a deep breath, and laid ten more fierce, cracking strokes across his butt, making sure to catch the underside of the cheeks and the tops of his thighs. When I stopped at 20, he was shaking more violently now, but he still hadn't uttered a sound. His butt was so red it was glowing with heat, but I wasn't finished. He was going to cry for forgiveness if it was the last thing I did! "Wider, J.D.! Spread 'em good, because you're going to remember this!!" He did, even though it was all he could do to keep his legs from buckling; he spread his cheeks and I saw his cherry winking from the dark, furry cleft. Then I unloosed the belt, and wrapping most of it's length around my hand, I used the free end to deliver 10 more long, slow stinging blows to the inside of his ass, whipping even his asshole, causing him to shake and shudder, his breathing quick and frantic, but STILL not a sound! At 30 strokes, I threw down the belt, and winded myself, gave up, feeling the anger and the pain and the maelstrom of emotion drain out of me. J.D. collapsed to the floor, holding his butt and tremblingly rubbing his hands over his cheeks, his head bowed and shaking. Then, it happened...we both started to cry; his long, deep shuddering sobs, the sounds of a broken man, and mine, the helpless hopeless tears of love and guilt and shame, all rolled together. I fell on my knees beside him, and pulled him up to my chest, and before I knew what I was doing, I kissed him, long and fiercely, with all my heart. Then it came pouring out of him; "oh, son!Oh, son! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! For the car, too, but mainly for all the years I've wasted! I can't help it boy, but I love you. I've loved you since you came to stay that week all those years ago! And when I had to whip you, boy, it broke my heart, but you had to be punished. Punished for your mistake, sure, but punished too for making me feel the way I did, and do, for you!And God forgive me, boy, but spanking you was the most enjoyable thing I've ever done!! I loved it! I loved seeing your butt shake, and I loved hearing you cry, begging me to stop! And it's all mixed up, boy, but that's the way it was, and the way it still is!!" I held him, stunned to hear his confession, and rocking slowly back and forth on the floor with him in my arms, I felt more peace than I had known in my entire life. I said. "That's okay, J.D., that's okay. Shhhh. It's going to be okay. You've been bad, but it's over now, it's over now. Shhhh. I love you too, J.D., and I probably always have, since that whipping you gave me out behind the stable. I needed you then, and I still need you now. We'll work it out, J.D., don't worry, we'll work it out. Shhhh." Then I saw my uncle's _c_o_c_k_, laying on my thigh, hard and throbbing for release, and I knew that I was going to take care of that, too, for him. I was going to make sure there were no more walls between us, ever again. I would take him into his room, and do everything I knew how to show him my love for him, and take his love for me from him, whether he wanted to or not, because I knew better than he did what he wanted, what he needed.

I helped him stand up, and with his arm around my shoulders, and mine around his waist, we made the walk down the hallway to his room together, two men who needed so much from each other, including discipline and love. As we got to his room, I turned to look at him, and said, "You know, sir, maybe we need to visit that old hayrack tomorrow, and have a little 'discussion' about my promises. What do you think??" He turned to me and smiled, and said, "You know,boy, I was thinking exactly that. I've had a feeling that you needed to feel the palm of my hand on your naked backside ever since you got here!" As I stared into those eyes, I felt that old, familiar heat rush into my backside, and knew that I was going to get the spanking of my life in the morning. I just hoped it was buck naked, over his knee....