Jim and I went a lot of places and did a lot of things together. He was the first one to take me to the canyon with the cascades below the meadows, when we went backpacking together. He showed me how to look for different types of birds. We also went to a good number of music concerts together and alot of other stuff.

Sometimes, I could be a real pain in the butt to Jim because I would get mad about something really minor and fly off the handle. Usually, he would try to ignore it and not get too excited because he was by nature a pretty calm guy. Physically, Jim was a pretty good looking, about 6' 2", slim, with long wavy dark hair, a moustache, and dark eyes. Although he was real slim, he was a good athlete and pretty strong from working in a steel mill. And, as I said, he was really patient and really laid back. Even when we were on backpacking or other trips where I almost ruined it, he didn't get mad..maybe he should have and that would have made it easier in the future.

One time he did get really mad though is after we had been backpacking. It had been a good trip and I hadn't had any temper tantrums. After we left Yosemite, we drove to San Francisco. Then we met some friends of his there. For some reason, probably because I was jealous about splitting our time, meeting these people really irritated me and I started to get real sarcastic. I was sort of spinning out of control and making everyone uncomfortable. Finally, the friends decided to leave because I was being such a jerk.

After they left, Jim told me we were going to go and we went out and got in his VW van. Jim was acting a llittle different than he normally did and he seemed actually mad. He didn't say anything while we were driving for a bit until he said, "Why did you have to ruin that? That really ticks me off!" He didn't say anything else. We were driving around the city looking for a place in a residential neighborhood to park the van and sleep. Finally, we found a spot over near Russian town and JIm parked the van. He pulled the window shades closed and we both took off our jeans in preparation for getting into our sleeping bags. I was kneeling on the floor on the van and I started to get into my sleeping bag, but Jim touched my arm.

"Don't get in your bag yet". I was a little surprised because I didn't know what he was talking about. Then Jim started reaching his arm over my head. I looked around and his belt was hanging on a hook behind me; Jim pulled the belt off of the hook. I was still sort of confused and didn't know what he was doing. He doubled the belt up and held it in his right hand.

"OKay, roll over."

"What do you mean, roll over?"

"Roll over and get on your stomach. I'm going to give you a spanking with this belt for being so childish."

I didnt' say anything I was so surprised.

"I should have done this a long time ago, but I put it off. Maybe after I spank you with this belt, you'll behave a little better and we'll both have a lot more fun. So roll over so we can get it over with. This will probably hurt me more than it hurts you."

I was going to argue with Jim but I realized he was right. I did have it coming and it would probably be better for both of us to get it out of the way. Besides, JIm was so nice that I thought he probably wouldn't whip me too hard. I rolled over on my stomach.

"Put your hands on your head so they're out of the way"

I put my hands on my head as Jim ordered and laid there waiting for the spanking. I couldnt believe I was going to get spanked with Jims belt. JIm was on his knees next to me in the van and he took the belt in his right hand. It was a good belt for the purpose. It was brown and wide and pretty heavy. Besides that, it was sort of worn so it would be pretty flexible.

After what seemed a long time, JIm raised the belt and brought it down hard on my butt, which were only covered by my boxer shorts. I used to wear jockey shorts but Jim wore boxers so I started wearing boxers. So there we were in Jim's van, both of us with almost identical paisley boxer shorts, but him holding the belt and applying it with vigor to my trembling backside. JIm started whipping really good. WHACK! WHACK! It was making a really loud sound each time the belt smacked against my butt. At first, I was wondering if anyone walking by outside could hear the spanking going on in the bus. After a few swats, though, I was thinking more about my butt than whether anyone could hear. I was surprised that Jim was giving such an effective whipping because I knew that his parents had never spanked him so I don't know how he knew how to whip someome but he knew. He started giving me stroke after stroke, real hard. Each stroke of the belt was well directed and landed right across the center of my butt. I was starting to move around.

"Stay there and don't move!" Jim put his left hand between my shoulders and held me in place. He didnt'say anything else while he was doing the spanking. There was just the crack of the belt on my rear and my moan. WHACK "Oh!" WHACK "ow,ow" WHACK! After about 15 stokes, I couldn't believe how much it was starting to hurt. I started whimpering a bit. "Please stop, JIm, I'm really sorry.."

He didnt' stop. He didn't even say a word. WHACK! was the only response. He just silently kept spanking away with his belt. One stroke after another...not too quick. Enought time for the pain to subside from each swat before the next one came. I was actually crying a litte bit but quietly. Finally, after 25 swats with his belt, JIm sat back on his ankles and stopped for a minute.

I thought he was done and started to rub my rump. "Get your hands out of the way, we're not done yet. I'm just resting my arm for the second half."

Jim sat back taking a couple of breaths, holding the belt across his lap. I just laid there quietly, thinking that I was hoping he was exagerating when he said "half". I couldn't imagine that it was only half done.

Afer a new minutes, Jim just got back up on his knees and started in again without a word. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! By this time, I was really pleading for it to stop. "Please, Jimmy, I won't cause any more problems. WHACK .I'm sorry, please stop." But he just didn't seem to hear. After about 15 more really hard swats, Jim simply reached over and hung it back on the hook.

"Okay, get in your sleeping bag."

I slipped into my sleeping bag, sniffling, and started to lay on my back but my butt was too sore so I rolled over onto my stomach

JIm looked at me and said, "Did you learn anything?"

"Yes" I said, still sniffling a bit, "I learned I shouldn't have acted so childish. I'm really sorry"

JIm smiled. "Maybe I should do this more often,..think about it."

Now, the only thing wrong was that while I had learned a lesson, so had Jim. In the past, he didn't know how to stop me if I started acting like a jerk, he had to grin and bear it. Now, he could grin and bare my butt. Things were really different after the whipping in the bus. While Jim remained easy going and patient, his patience was no longer everlasting and a number of times after the trip to San Francisco he had the opportunity to use his belt to make his point again.

One time that was pretty memorable was when we had gone on a backpacking trip in Yosemite again. The trip was supposed to last a week and the first few days had done great. We had climbed off of the normal trail and up a mountain and were camping up there all alone. We called the place Wildcat Peak. Then we began to have an argument about something and I started to become a pain for him again. I was throwing our equipment around and even slammed his backback stove against a rock, almost breaking it. As usual, Jim was trying to be cool and patient with me but finally it was too much. "Look", he said, "Don't forget what happened to you in San Francisco. I don't want to have to give you another spanking" That ticked me off even more so I told him to _f_u_c_k_ off. JIm didn't say anything for a few minutes and then he told me to get up and follow him and he led me over to a rock that was two feet high and three feet across. Jim unbuckled his belt, took it off, and doubled it up. "Take your pants down and bend over that rock!" Jim said, pointing at the rock. I said no. "Now, look, you know you have it coming. You admitted last time you learned a lesson. If you keep waiting, you're going to learn a bigger lesson than you want." I still shook my head no.

Jim slipped his belt back on his jeans and went over and started to pack up his stuff. "What are you doing?" I asked. Jim told me that he was planning to walk out and go home and leave me alone. I tried to ask him to stay and said I was sorry but he said he would only stay if I took my medicine. Finally, I said I would do what he said.

Jim led me back to the rock and told me to take my pants down. I did what he said, standing there in my boxers again waiting for him to tell me what to do. Then to my surprise, Jim sat on the rock himself and started to unbuckle his belt. He slipped it off of his jeans and doubled it up. This was the same belt he had used to whip me good in his bus in San Francisco so suddenly I was quite scared knowing I had quite a toasting coming.

"Okay, you're going to get a little stronger medicine than you bargained for". At this point, Jim patted his left leg. "Okay, bend over my knee". I said no way. He said, "do you want me to pack up?" Reluctantly, I slowly lowered myself over his left leg. After some adjusting, I was bent over Jim's left knee, with my chest resting on the rock. Without saying another word, he took the belt which he was holding in his right hand and started laying into my butt. WHACK WHACK. WHACK WHACK Just like before, after a few whacks I was trying to squirm away and was crying out OW. With a few more WHACKS I started kicking my legs vigorously. But then Jim put his legs over mine so I was pinned and kept whipping away with that darned belt of his. WHACK WHACK And it didn't make any difference how loud I yelled because there was no one for miles. Jim seemed to be laying into me even harder than before and after about 30 swats, I was begging him to stop. When he didn't, I tried to put my hand back there and he slashed it with the belt and told me to get it out of the way. Then he just kept licking away. He gave me more swats than he had in the bus and they were alot harder. At this point, he stopped for a minute and like before I thought maybe the spanking was over .

"I don't like doing this but I am going to spank you harder each time until you learn to grow up!" he said. Then, without waiting for any response WHACK WHACK WHACK he delivered a series of swats. I was being driven across his leg by the stroke of the belt, so I was really rubbing myself across his leg but he didn't seem to notice this, he was just into doing the spanking and nothing else. At this point, I was really getting a hardon from rubbing up and down on Jim's leg but at the same time, I was crying and yelling for him to stop spanking me. Finally, after I had started to cry pretty good, Jim stopped. I just laid there, still crying and Jim just waited.

"Are you going to act like a child any more?"

I shook my head no.

Jim delivered a hard swat with his open hand to my butt. "I want an answer"

"No" I said, still laying across his knee.

"You can get up for now, but don't think you' re done!" I got up off of his knee, vigrously rubbing my butt. It was really sore! JIm handed me his belt and told me to hold it for him. I was surprised at how warm it had gotten while Jim was wielding it over my backside. I couldn't believe my licking wasn't over.

"Please don't spank me again, Jim, please...I'll never act childish again."

JIm grabbed me by my arm and took me over by a large tree. "You and I both know that that's not true, but I want to make sure its a long time before we do this again. Now you just be quiet!"

I still had my pants still around my ankles. JIm told me stand facing the tree and think about what I had done and what he was going to do. He told me if I turned around he would come back and take my boxers down and use the belt on me. With that, he gave me another hard swat with his open hand and walked away.

Well, I stood there like a good boy for at least an entire hour, with my pants down to me ankles, facing the bark of the tree, holding Jim's doubled up belt in my hand. I was afraid to put it down or even look around because that make him madder still.

After the hour was up Jim came up and told me to turn around. I was surprised to see he had a switch in his hand he had apparently cut from a tree. I couldn't believe that this was happening.

"please don't use the switch, Jim, please...anything but that!"

Jim stood there looking at me for a minute or so, then he threw the switch away. I must of looked relieved, because he told me not to think it was over. Then he reached over and took the belt out of my hand. I was afraid he was going to take the belt to me again but to my surprise he threaded it back on his jeans.

"Okay, lets go" and Jim led me back to spanking rock. He sat on the rock and gestured for me to come over. This time was a little different, he took me across his lap so I was positioned with my crotch just over his right leg, in a classic spanking position.

"I'm going to spank you harder each time I give it to you so you learn to stop being so childish!" Then without warning, Jim pulled my boxer shorts down just below my butt and started spanking my bare butt with his open hand. I didn't think it would hurt after getting whipped with his belt but I was surprised at how much it stung. Considering how sore my butt already was it didnt' take more than a few smacks for me to try rolling around to get away and yelling for him to stop. Fortunately, JIm seemed to be doing it for more for effect than for pain because he only gave me about 25 smacks. Then he put his hand on my butt and asked if I was going to be able to behave in the future without spankings. Although I was crying pretty good, I must have assured him enough because he pulled my boxers back up and told me to get up.

I couldn't sit down for the rest of that day but after a bit, we didn't talk about it any more. We went for a hike and found some birds. Whatever Jim said, went. In fact, the rest of the trip was real good and he didn't have to take off his belt again.