I grew up in a small West European country town. It was in the 1940-ties, shortly after the 2nd world war. I was a little boy of about 12 or 13 years old. Actually I can't say that I was "little", because at that age I was a tall, and physically well-developed boy. I had a nicely shaped little bum as well.
One afternoon I was with a school friend of mine playing in the park. I will call him Tom VanBuren. There were tennis courts in the park with a clubhouse. The courts and the clubhouse were un-occupied at that afternoon. We went to the back of the building and my friend noticed that a window was not locked. My friend said he wanted to get some tennis balls so we crawled inside and went through the building and found some boxes with tennis balls in a storage room. I was feeling very uneasy about it all. I had never done anything like this before. My little friend's family background was different. I knew that at least one of his older brothers had been in prison for theft and burglary. My parents had strictly forbidden me to play with Tom VanBuren or to have any contact with the criminal VanBuren family. But as boys are, everything dangerous or suspicious holds a big attraction. We put as many tennis balls as we could in the pockets of our shorts and we got back out through the window.
Hardly were we outside when we heard a loud voice yelling at us: "Stop! Hallo, hallo, what have we got here?"
There was a young police constable standing there. I had seen that one often before in the streets of our little town. He was perhaps 25 to 30 years old, 6 feet tall, blond, and very handsome in his uniform with high black boots and breeches. For quite a while I had admired that policeman from a distance, and now he was standing there in front of my friend and me, looking very stern. My knees went to jelly. I was very afraid, short of breath, and very excited, all at the same time. "You come with me to the station", he said.
He did not take us to the town's Central Police Head office, but to a nearby sub-station, which I knew very well. The sergeant in charge of that station was married to a cousin of my father. I called him uncle Carl. The young constable reported to my uncle all what we had done. We had to empty our pockets, and had to put the stolen tennis balls on the desk. My uncle said: "Tim, this is my nephew Anthony. Tony, this is constable Tim."
Tim smiled at me, he shook my hand and said: "Well, well, the sergeants nephew?"
My uncle Carl said: "You have disappointed me very much, Tony. And what a disappointment this is going to be to your parents."
I said: "Please uncle Carl, please don't tell my Dad, please don't".
Uncle Carl said: "Why not, Tony. Why shouldn't I tell your Dad?"
I whimpered: "Because Mum and Dad will be so hurt because of what I have done".
Uncle Carl said: "Is that really the only reason Tony?"
I said: "No uncle, Dad will spank me."
Uncle Carl said: "Well, Isn't that exactly what you deserve?"
I said: "Yes uncle Carl, but ......." And then I bowed my head and I fell silent.
Uncle Carl sat there thinking for a while, and then took a heavy wooden ruler from the drawer of his desk. He was playing with the ruler for a while, holding it in his right hand and slapping it rhythmically into the palm of left hand, and at last he said: "Tony, you should not associate with this little VanBuren brat. Your parents would not allow it. Did he put you up to this?"
I was confused. What to say? Tell on my friend? My uncle was holding the ruler close to my face. His countenance was mean and threatening. It slipped out of my mouth: "Yes uncle he did." And till this day I am still ashamed of it.
Anyhow, my uncle handed the ruler to Tim and he said: "All right Tim, take Tony to the cells and give him the spanking he deserves."
Tim smiled and said: "No worries boss, my pleasure." Tim picked up a bunch of keys from the desk and said to us: "Come along you two". We went to the corridor where the cells were situated. We halted at the first cell. Tim opened the door shoved Tom VanBuren in and locked the door. Then we entered the second cell and Tim closed the door behind us. I feared the spanking that was coming to me, but I realized it was my favourite policeman that was going to administer it to me. I was afraid and very excited at the same time. I remember I had a raging "hard on".
There was a cot in the cell and Tim pointed to it and said to me: "Kneel down in front of the cot and lean over it. I did, and Tim sat down on the cot next to me. With his left hand he grabbed the back of my shorts at the belt and pulled my shorts very tight over my buttocks. Then with his right hand he laid into me with the ruler. He hit me with full force, and the strokes were in very quick succession, as I if he was in a hurry. It stung, but the thick material of my shorts and my underpants protected me from agony. Tim must have realized that too, because after 20 or 30 strokes he stopped. He said: "Get up!" I dared not hope it was all over yet. I got up and Tim said: "Drop your pants!"
I said: "Oh No, Tim. Please!"
Tim said: "Drop them now, Anthony, and be quick!" I fumbled with my belt and I downed my shorts and underpants, and as soon as I felt those garments slip across my little pecker it sprung up erect like an arrow. I felt very humiliated, and excited at the same time.
Tim playfully slapped my little _c_o_c_k_ with his ruler, and also my balls. He said: " Hallo, hallo, the little gentleman seems to like it!"
I didn't know what to say: I said: "Please Tim, please!"
Tim said: "Please what, Anthony? Now get back on your knees and lean over the cot!" I did as I was told, and as soon as my little bum was up again in the air I felt the wooden ruler come down with full force, and relentlessly, upon my hindquarters. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, ..........................
This time I experienced really what pain was. I screamed & promised anything, and everything that came into my mind to stop this torment. But the only effect it seemed to have, was that it was turning on Tim more and more. The harder I screamed the more enthusiastically he laid the ruler onto my bare bum. At last I tried to take the punishment, and managed with great effort to stop yelling. Shortly after that Tim did indeed stop the punishment.
Tim took me into his arms and hugged me for a while. He said: "You won't do anything stupid like this again, won't you Anthony?"
I felt like I was taken instantly from hell into heaven, and I said: "No Tim, never again."
Tim said to me: "All right. Listen." While he patted me playfully with his hand on my sore bare buttocks he said: "Anthony, stand in the corner over there with your hands on your head. Don't move. I will be watching you through the spy hole in the door. If you don't do as your told I will spank you again. You understand?"
I said meekly: "Yes Tim."
I urgently wished to jump up and down rubbing my sore backside, but I did not dare. I stood there. My backside burning. I don't know how much time passed but suddenly the cell door opened and I heard my uncle Carl say: "Well, you have done a very good job Tim."
And I heard Tim answer: "It was a pleasure, Sir."
Uncle Carl said: "Pull up your pants Tony, and come." I adjusted my clothes quickly and followed uncle Carl and Tim to the front desk.
Uncle Carl said: "Sit down". The chair was very hard, and sitting down I flinched with pain. Uncle Carl said: "Listen Anthony, You can go home now, but there is one condition. You have had your punishment, and I won't lay any charges, and I won't tell your Dad. You only have to promise me one thing. You will not be friends with that Tom VanBuren any more. Can you promise me that?"
I said: "Yes uncle Carl, I promise I won't see him any more."
Uncle said: " All right, you can go home now."
I said: "Thank you uncle." Then I stretched out my hand out to Tim and I said; "Thank you Tim."
Tim took my hand in his. He smiled at me with a mischievous smile and said grinning: "Any time boy, any time." I went home that evening not at all an unhappy boy.
I did try to avoid Tom VanBuren for a while but it was not long after that I met up with him again. I asked him why he was released, without getting a spanking at the police station, and why he was not charged with theft. He said that neither my uncle Carl nor constable Tim would risk a conflict with the VanBuren clan. He said they were afraid of his older brothers for their own safety, but more so regarding the security of their families. At that age I did not really understand what this was all about. At that time I did have wild fantasies about schoolboy pranks, and being caught and spanked by constable Tim.