This is part six of an ongoing story. If you haven't already read the earlier installments, I suggest you do to get more out of the story.
Somehow, I knew it was Steven as soon as the phone rang. It had been almost three weeks since he'd filmed my spanking from Lonnie and I was sure he was ready for his turn across my lap. Other than the one meeting with my freshman blackmailer, I hadn't had any activity myself and I was also primed for action.
Grabbing the portable phone, I practically ran to my bedroom where it was private and free from the prying ears of my mother. I wanted to be able to talk freely without having to guard what I said. As soon as Steven started talking I noticed the obvious excitement in his voice, something I'd not witnessed before. Whatever was going on was big and really had his motor running in high gear.
"Boy have I got a surprise for you," he said, the excitement oozing from his voice.
"What's that?" I calmly said, trying to act cool.
"You know that tape we made the other day?" He asked.
"Yeah," I answered. "How could I forget?"
"Well..." he said, pausing briefly for effect. "Want to make another one?"
Suddenly my radar went up. There was a lot more to this story than Steven had revealed so far and I wanted to know more before committing myself to anything. "What do you have in mind?" I asked, still trying to sound calm.
"You won't believe this," he said . "But, Lonnie found this guy on the Internet that is willing to pay us fifty bucks a piece to make him a spanking video. Hell man, we can have some fun and get paid for it at the same time!"
Immediately recalling the problems I'd created for myself with the web-cam image of my freshly spanked butt, I was certain this new development would end up being a nightmare. "Yeah sure," I said, sounding very cold. "And within a day he'd have it posted on some web site for the whole world to see. What if someone we know found out about our little games?"
"Listen," Steven explained. "The guy is a private collector and gave Lonnie all kinds of assurances that no one but him would ever see the tape. No one is going to find out."
If that was true, I thought, it would be a safe way to make enough money to buy that new skateboard I'd had my eye on. But I still wasn't sure. There would always be the risk that the guy would expose us, or something worse. "I don't know, Steven," I said.
"Oh come on," he whined. "I know you want to do it. It'll be a hoot."
"Yeah right," I said, not sounding convinced.
"There's just one catch," Steven said. "We have to do a scene that he wants us to do."
"I don't understand," I said. "He'll be there?"
"No, dummy" Steven laughed. "He will tell us the situation and what type of spanking he wants us to do. All we have to do is act out our parts. It'll be easy."
"I'm...." I started to say before Steven cut me off.
"I'll even let you film the first one," he pleaded. "You won't have to be on camera at all."
That seemed safe enough, and I had to admit that the idea had already caused my little friend to swell with excitement. "OK," I said, giving in. "As long as I don't have to be on camera."
"I knew you'd do it," he said, even more excited than before. "This is going to be so cool."
"So when are we supposed to do this?" I asked, wanting to know the details.
"This Saturday, OK?" He answered. "Lonnie's supposed be here by one. Our parents are going to an auction, or something, and will be gone the entire afternoon. We'll have all the time we need to make the film."
"That will work," I said. "Do I need to bring anything?"
"Nah," he said. "Lonnie will bring everything we need. Just be here by one, OK?"
"I'll be there," I answered.
After putting down the phone I plopped onto the bed and immediately went to work with my right hand. A few minutes later I pumped a load onto my stomach. Deep down, I had to admit that I found the entire idea of making the video an extreme turn on, There was something about having a complete stranger watch one of us getting spanked, even if it was on tape, that made the entire thing more exciting. At the moment, in the after glow of my orgasm, I felt almost sorry that I'd agreed to handle the camera.
It seemed like Saturday would never get here, but it finally did, and precisely at one o'clock I rang Steven's doorbell. Lonnie answered the door, grinning from ear to ear and said, "come on in, my man."
Stepping inside, I watched Lonnie lock the door behind us and instantly started getting hard. I was really looking forward to the day's events in spite of the fact that I would only be holding a camera.
"I hope you are ready to go to work," Lonnie said, and with a flamboyant wave of his arm, he added, "welcome to Bad Boy's Movie Production Company!"
Stifling my giggles, I said, "I see you are raring to go,"
"Absolutely," he said. "I've been looking forward to this ever since I first chatted with Stroker on line and heard his offer."
"Stroker?" I said, "Who is that?"
"He's the guy that is going to pay us for the film," Lonnie explained. "I don't know his real name; Stroker is just what he goes by in the chat room."
I'd never had much interest in chat rooms and didn't know much about them. Although, it didn't surprise me that people wouldn't use their real names on line. An alias would be a lot safer. "Is he really going to pay us fifty dollars a piece?" I asked.
"That's what he said," Lonnie answered. "And if he likes what we do, he might pay us even more to make him another one."
"Cool," I said. "I can always use the extra bucks."
Just then, Steven appeared in the doorway holding three Cokes. Flashing me this wide grin, he said, "the star has arrived, let's get this show on the road!"
Taking a sip of my coke, I said, "Ok, just what are we supposed to do?"
"Here's the situation," Lonnie explained. "I am babysitting Steven and discover that he has gone through my backpack and taken this (waving a playboy magazine in the air) without my permission."
"Couldn't it be something more exciting than a Playboy?" Steven said with an exaggerated frown. "Something that tame might ruin my image."
I giggled and Lonnie just rolled his eye's, and said, "I don't think your right hand cares about your image."
"Hey," Steven shot back, looking hurt.
"Would you shut up," Lonnie insisted, "and let me finish."
"Ok, Ok," Steven said. "I'll be quiet."
"Now," Lonnie continued. "I confront Steven about the magazine and threaten to tell his Dad. Of course, Steven knows that his Dad will kill him for stealing it from me and begs me not to rat him out to his Dad. After a long discussion, where Steven begs me not to tell his Dad, I finally give in and agree to discipline him myself and keep the incident between the two of us."
"And that's when you spank me?" Steven interjected.
"Yeah," Lonnie answered. "But first, I have to make you go out back and cut your own switch."
"Oh no!" Steven said, his voice a little louder than it needed to be. "I'm not letting you use a switch on me, Lonnie."
"You have to," Lonnie explained. "That's what Stroker wants. If we don't use a switch he won't pay us for the film."
"I don't care," Steven insisted. "I won't take a switch."
"Oh come on, Steven," I argued. "Are you afraid of a little switch?"
With an evil look, Steven coldly said, "have you ever been spanked with a switch before?"
"No," I answered quietly.
"Well I have," he continued. "And it isn't fun, I assure you."
Lonnie jumped in, and said, "If you don't do it, we won't get paid."
"I'm not taking a switch and that's it, period." Steven insisted. "I don't care how much the guy pay's us; it isn't enough to make me take the switch."
"Jesus, Steven," Lonnie said. "I'll take it easy on you. I promise."
"No you won't," Steven shot back. "Because I'm not doing it."
"It's just one time," I argued. "And he said he'd take it easy on you. It won't be that bad."
"Then you do it," Steven said, staring back at me. "Because I'm not."
For some stupid reason, I heard myself say, "Ok, I will."
"Great," Lonnie said, grinning again. "Then we are still in business."
"I'd think twice about doing it," Steven said, looking almost afraid. "The worst spanking I ever got was with a switch. It's ten times worse than my Dad's belt."
Stupidly, I said, "I can't be that bad."
"Suit yourself," Steven said. "But don't say I didn't warn you."
"Now that everything is settled," Lonnie said. "Let's get this show started!"
Fifteen minutes later we were ready to start the tape running and quickly ran through are parts one more time. With that done, Lonnie said in a loud voice, "Places everyone, camera, action!"
Lonnie quickly turned towards me and said in a very stern voice, "where did you get this magazine?"
Slipping easily into my role, I casually replied, "what magazine?"
"Don't play games with me boy!" Lonnie almost growled. "You know what I'm talking about. Now answer me."
"I found it in YOUR backpack," I admitted, adding a slight grin for effect. "What were YOU doing with it?"
"What I was doing with it isn't your concern, a boy your age shouldn't be looking at stuff like this." Lonnie shot back.
"Come on, Lonnie," I said. "You're only two years older than I am and if it is ok for you to look at that stuff it's ok for me too. Besides, it's none of your business what I look at, you're not my Dad you know."
"That's right, I'm not your Dad," Lonnie acknowledged. "But, I am your baby sitter and I am in charge of you at the moment. Or had you forgotten about that?"
"What I look at is none of your _f_u_c_k_ing business!" I yelled back, feeling brave.
"Let's get one thing straight," Lonnie began. The anger I sensed in his voice wasn't an act, it was very real. Somehow, I'd managed to really push his buttons. "I don't give a _d_a_m_n_ about what you look at. For all I care, you can look at pussy magazines all day. What I'm pissed off about is that you went through my things and took it without asking. In my book, that's stealing."
With the sarcasm practically oozing out of my mouth, I said, "I only borrowed it, Lonnie. I was going to put it back."
"Well," Lonnie said, pushing his finger into my chest. "We'll see if your Dad sees it that way when he gets home from work."
Putting my best look of fear on my face, I said, "You're not going to tell my Dad are you?"
"Of course I am," Lonnie said. "You can't imagine that I'm just going to ignore you stealing things from me, do you?"
"Oh come on, Lonnie," I whined. "Don't tell my Dad. Please?"
In a very angry voice, Lonnie said, "if I stole something from one of my babysitters my dad would have blistered my butt. I suspect your Dad will do the same thing to you when he hears about it. And believe me, he's going to hear the whole story, too."
Trying my best to sound panicked, I said, "My Dad will kill me if he finds out. Please don't tell him, PLEASE!"
"You should have thought about that before you went through my things," Lonnie said, an evil grin spreading across his face. "I don't feel sorry for you in the least. You earned what ever your Dad does to you."
"Come on, Lonnie," I begged. "Do anything else you want, just don't tell my Dad."
Pausing for a moment before he said, "There is only one way that I won't tell your Dad, and that's letting me punish you. Are you willing to do that?"
"I'll do anything to keep my Dad from finding out," I whined. "Anything."
"Ok, then," he said. "Go out back and cut me a switch from one of the bushes, and be quick about it."
Without a moment's hesitation, I turned and practically ran out of the room. Steven immediately stopped the camera and both boy's followed me into the back yard. Lonnie took charge and explained what he wanted us to do in this segment of the film before yelling, "camera, action!"
I slowly made my way towards the bunch of lilac bushes in the corner of the back yard and saw a thin branch that had fallen onto the ground. Trying to look as scared as I could, I picked up the stick and headed back to the house carrying the implement of my impending doom.
Once again Lonnie stopped the camera and the three of us went back into the house, As soon as we were in place he gave the command to start filming again.
Lonnie began by saying in a very loud voice, "what in the hell is that?"
"You said to get you a switch," I said, not trying to hide the sarcasm in my voice. "So here's your switch!"
Now, I must say that since I'd never been switched, I really had no idea what he expected me to get. But, it was very obvious that what I'd brought in wasn't anywhere close to what he'd wanted. The thing was about six feet long and nearly two inches around.
Lonnie's face actually turned red and he was instantly in my face. "You think that's cute or something?" He yelled.
For some reason, I thought it was funny and almost started laughing at him. With an obvious look of glee on my face, I quickly said, "kind of."
Without warning, Lonnie grabbed a hold of my left ear and practically ripped it off my head as he forced me back outside. "You won't think it's cute very long," he growled, pulling me behind him. "You just earned yourself a little extra, boy. I'll teach you not to play around with me."
From the corner of my eye I could see Steven struggling to follow the action with the camera. But, I was no longer an actor making a movie, I was a scared little boy struggling in pain. Lonnie wasn't playing around either, he meant business, and I knew I was about to take a side trip to hell.
Without saying another word, Lonnie drug me around the back yard and didn't let go of my ear until he found the switch he was looking for. I just stood there rubbing what was left of my ear and watched him tear a small branch off the bush. It was only three feet long and about a half an inch thick. Stripping the leaves off the stick, he said, "This is more like it, I'll bet you won't think this is funny."
With one sudden movement, he grabbed my arm, spun me around, and landed a vicious stroke with the switch across the seat of my pants.
A white-hot splash of pain raced through my body the instant the switch made contact with my ass. The intensity of the pain took me by surprise and I instinctively tried to squirm and turn away from blow. Lonnie had a firm grasp of my arm, keeping my butt in perfect position for the stick and pushed me back toward the house. With every third step we took, the switch made contact and by the time we got to the back door I was actively dancing around trying to avoid another swat. Tears were already running down my face by the time Steven stopped the camera.
"Jesus, Lonnie!" I screamed. "You don't have to do it that hard!"
Lonnie didn't seem to hear me, but Steven bust out laughing. Catching his breath, he said, "what's the matter, afraid of a little switch?"
"_f_u_c_k_ you, Steven," I half screamed back at him. "It really hurts!"
Laughing again, Steven said, "I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen."
"Would you two shut up?" Lonnie said, taking charge again. "We're almost done, let's get on with it, OK?"
He quickly had Steven set up so that he could film us coming into the kitchen. Once the camera started, he grabbed my arm again and literally drug me into the middle of the room. He ordered me not to move and pulled a kitchen chair out from the table. Laying the switch down, he suddenly grabbed the front of my jeans and started fumbling with clasp.
"Not on the bare, Lonnie!" I yelled, trying to squirm away from him. "Not on the bare!"
Lonnie totally ignored my pleas and forced my pants down to my ankles, taking my underwear with them. I was too busy struggling with Lonnie to care that my hard _c_o_c_k_ was wildly bouncing back and forth for the camera to see.
Without saying a word, Lonnie put his right foot up on the chair and manhandled me into position. I was slightly bent forward at the waist with both my shoulders cradled under his left arm. Even though I had both feet on the floor, I knew Lonnie was strong enough to keep me from wiggling away from him. All I could do was pray that he wouldn't do it very hard and that it would be over quick.
"Now," he said firmly. "Are you going to steal anything from me again?"
"NO, NEVER!" I howled. "I promise!"
"This is so you won't ever forget that promise!"
Suddenly, my ass exploded in pain and I all I could do is scream out as Lonnie began a series of very quick swats with the switch. I danced and screamed each time he made contact with my naked skin. By the fourth blow, I was wailing and blubbering like never before. Everything around me disappeared as the white-hot pain from my butt overtook my senses. My mind couldn't react to anything but the pain.
It was quick and intense! The fifty swats Lonnie gave me were over in about a minute and a half and I just stood there draped over his leg bawling like a baby. He gave me a few moments to try and recover before he pulled me upright and turned me to face him.
"Are you ever going to steal from me again?" He said in a soft, but firm voice.
"N...n...noooo," I managed to say through my tears. "I promise."
"Good," Lonnie almost whispered. "Then it is all over, OK?"
I just nodded my head as he wrapped both of his arms around me and gave me a sympathetic hug.
"Wait just a minute," he said, pushing me away from him and pointing at my erection. "What is this?"
Sheepishly, I just stood there in silence not knowing what to say.
With a wide grin, he said, "We can't leave you like that, can we?"
Taking my hard _c_o_c_k_ in his hand and gently rubbing the head with his thumb, he said, "it appears that you like being spanked, don't you boy?"
Unable to hide a wide toothy grin, I said, "sometimes."
A second later Steven's camera captured the eruption as I sprayed my seed into Lonnie's right hand.
Lonnie just giggled and said, "I hope you've learned your lesson, boy, or I just might have to do this again."
Flashing him my best smile, I said, "promises, promises."
Steven stopped the camera and excitedly said, "that was fantastic! We've got to rewind the tape and see how it came out."
A few minutes later we were gathered in front of the TV watching our second attempt at making a movie. Other than a few times when Steven jiggled the camera, it came out perfect. He'd actually been in a position to capture Lonnie spanking my butt and my reaction to the pain at the same time. The only thing that bothered me was how much I cried while Lonnie beat my ass. It was a little embarrassing to see myself blubbering like a five-year old.
Now, all we had to do was get the film to Lonnie's friend and collect our money. Hopefully, after Lonnie showed him the tape, he'd have another assignment for us to do. At least, I was sure hoping he would. Little did I know what the tape would instigate in the near future, but my spanking experiments were about to take a major turn into a world I never dreamed existed.