"Just remember, numb nuts, you owe me a jack," George said, looking over his shoulder to his buddy Brett. "You got the lotion?"
"Yeah, yeah. I got it, dick head," Brett replied. "There's a first time for everything, I guess. You don't think I'll do it, do you?!"
"You don't and you know what the price will be," George answered. "I've never whipped a butt with the strap either, but there could be a first time for that, too. Nothin' I'd like better."
Brett followed George through the open fields and into the woods toward the shallow pond where they would spend the rest of the afternoon scooping pollywogs and trying to catch frogs. No better way to spend a summer afternoon. And this one promised some new excitement for both the boys. They had been here many times before and it was deep enough in they knew they would be alone.
"OK, Brett," George said "time to pay up." He set his bucket and net on the mud at the edge of the pond. "You ready?"
"Ah. Guess so," Brett replied. His face said he was not but, then again, no thirteen year old is going to admit uncertainty let alone fear of something new. The sneer of bravado quickly returned. "Drop 'em, buddy! Let's see what you got."
Now if was George's turn to consider backing out. Well, he had brought this on himself and he would see it through. He unbuckled slowly, then unzipped. And waited to see if Bret would back down. Nope. Neither one was letting the other off here, it was clear. George turned his back to his best buddy and let his jeans drop to the grass.
"Let's have a look at that ass again, boy," Brett said, imitating as best he could George's father. "Take the undies down, boy!"
George peeled his briefs down and, somewhat embarrassed, bent forward to show off his red badge of courage. He felt Brett's hand, cold with the lotion, start to rub small circles on his backside.
"Well, not too much lasting damage, George," Brett said as he took his time rubbing the lotion into the still pink skin. He worked some lotion into the half dozen purplish lines where the edge of the strap had bit on George's hip. "Spread 'em boy! Let's see if he got you in there, too."
George blushed and just stood there. So Brett spread him open and put some cool lotion into the crack, taking his time and enjoying his buddy's embarrassment. Then he put a bit on the tip of a finger and touched the little rosette and George jumped, straightening up. He turned round and his pecker was stiffened to full staff.
"Geez, George, nice hard on you got there!" The time had finally come, the moment both of them had figured was coming some time. "You get hard every time your ol' man gives you a lickin'?"
"Yeah. Weird, huh? I notice you had a nice hard on yourself. And have one now!"
"Well, weirdos hang together, I guess," Brett replied. Then he squeezed a nice big dollop of lotion into the palm of his right hand and looked George in the eye. "You ready?"
"Yep." George's face said he was less than sure of this but, as usual he was curious.
"Hey! Kind of losing your hard on there, George!" Both boys looked down with some surprise as George began to soften and shrink, his pecker betraying his uncertainty about this.
"Well, I can fix that, George," Brett said with a smirk. He set the lotion on the ground, dug in his pocket and pulled out a scout knife. Then he looked around the clearing by the pond and spotted a huge, old weeping willow. George watched, his pecker now shrunk to an embarrassing little stump, as Brett cut a switch from the willow. As he came back around the pond Brett stripped the leaves from the switch and whistled it in the air a couple times for effect. When George heard that switch whistle he started to get hard yet again.
"Tell you what we are gonna do, boy!" Brett was enjoying this immensely, playing the man in charge. "You can make this as easy on yourself or as hard as you like. You are going to take every stitch of clothes off and then you are going to bend and grab your ankles, George. You're gonna take three good licks with the switch, and then I will jack you off. You don't cum quickly you get another three. And, so help me, boy, if I have to whip you till you can't sit, I WILL!"
George looked at Brett to see if he was kidding. He was not. So George finished his strip and, now naked in the afternoon sun, he braced his feet apart and bent over to grab hold of his ankles. He had never had a lickin' with a switch and had been curious about that, too. That, thought George, was his one real problem in life: too much curiosity. One of his other friends had whispered to him that he had gotten it with the switch and it was like sitting on a red hot wire with every lick.
Brett stood behind and to the side, smiling at this turn of events. For losing the earlier bet he sure had come out ahead on this one! He whistled the switch through the air for effect and saw the shiver zip through his buddy. Then he took aim and, with a flick of the wrist, he laid a cut right across the still pink blotches on George's backside. George's reaction was immediate. He bolted upright, spun on one heal to face his punisher, grabbed with both hands for his naked butt, and squeaked, "_f_u_c_k_!"
"Hey! Watch the language, boy!" Brett giggled. "And who told you to stand up? Your swear once more and I will tatoo that ass of yours, boy!" Another giggle. "Looks like three might do it, though." He pointed with the switch to George's erection. Straining, red, fully engorged. "Bent over. Two more."
George, reluctantly, turned round and again grabbed his ankles to take two more quick licks with the switch. But this time he remained bent over though he was dancing to beat Michael Jackson.
"OK, stand up, George, and let's see what you have now."
George stood up and he was not only hard, he was starting to drip. Brett set the switch on the grass and took up the bottle of lotion. He put some in his hand and quickly started to stroke George. In return George closed his eyes and began to pump his hips and erection into the stroking, the fire of the three clear stripes on his backside driving him like a riding crop drives a horse to the finish line. He shot. Hard. Out across the grass all the way to the mud on the bank. Brett milked him dry. They had done it. First time. George felt the breath slide out of him just like at the end of the hundred yard dash in gym class. He slumped down to his knees on the grass. Brett stood there, a smile so large he thought his face might break.
Then, having gathered his breath back, George reached up to open Brett's zipper and pop him out. There was a nice wet spot on Brett's shorts but he had not yet pumped his load out. George looked up and saw the green light in Brett's eyes. He picked up the lotion, poured a spot into his palm, and, in less than a minute, he pulled the full shot out of Brett.
"You do realize we now have begun our secret club, complete with initiation, don't you?" Brett asked as they lay on their backs, clothed again, sunning by the pond.
"Yeah. But you missed out on half the initiation, if I remember right." George replied. "If you want to be a full member of this club you have to have the full initiation."
"Ah. Hmmmm. Well, I suppose. But we can still get planning on a name, some ideas for the club, and stuff."
"Sure we can. But I owe you one good lickin' with the switch before you can be a full member of the Willow Jacks."
Brett stood up, slid his shorts and undies down, then bent full over to offer his ass to the switch. He gutted out three nasty licks from George which left welts clear across his butt. There were tears in Brett's eyes but George did not see that. He did notice Brett's hard on was about half this time, though.
"So, who do we invite into the Willow Jacks next?" Brett asked. He felt George's hand tracing the weals as he began to pull his pants up.
"You want some lotion on those?" George asked.
"Nah, it was nothin'" Brett replied, lying. He had not had a spankin' with a switch before and was glad his own father used the belt.
"Tom. That's who we ask next. Tom Hobbes. Don't ask me how I know. But Tom is definitely someone who wants into the Willow Jacks," George said.
"And to get in you have to take a lickin' from a member?"
"Yep. And you have either have to jack the member who gave you the licking or take jacking in front of the all the members."
"Done deal. We are in business. What about dues?" Brett asked.
"Well, I'd say you get what you're due when you go through initiation," George answered.
"And Tom is gonna to be the next to get what he is due," Brett replied with a laugh.
"Yeah, he is," George replied. " But his ass is mine, Brett. All mine."
"Hey, who made you president? We'll flip for it!"
Brett pulled a quarter out of his pocket. "You call it."
"Heads!" George called.
They looked down at the quarter. "Heads it was."