My best friend Jarrod and I were out riding around in my new Mustang Convertible. It was the begining of Summer vacation, and the night was warm, so we had the top down.
We had been best friends ever since kindergarten, and grown up as close as brothers. He was 17, a year older than me, and well built. We were both good looking, at least that is what we had always been told. We both had blond hair, and blue eyes, and even looked like brothers.
I guess what made us so close, is that we both had similar backgrounds. Neither one of us had a father, any other siblings, and we were raised by busy mothers, who worked too much to notice us. I usually spent half the week at his house, and the other half we spent at mine.
When we weren't out getting into some kind of trouble, we were home playing nintendo, or watching movies, but most times, we ended up in a wrestling match of some kind. I hated wrestling with Jarrod, because he always won. He would get me in a school boy pin, and hold me there, sometimes for hours. He would give me ample opportunity to get free, but I never could. Punishment for not being able to get free was always tickle torture, which lasted until I couldn't breathe, or until tears were pouring down my face. Still though, what two guys growing up together didn't beat on eachother?
On this particular night, we were riding around on some desolate back roads, with nothing much to do, when we came flying up on a car, going the speed limit, but too slow for me. I immediatley slowed down, hoping that it would pull over, but it kept on going.
"Pass him." Jarrod said.
"There's no place to pass." I answered, annoyed.
I was getting angry at the cars ignorance, so I began to ride it's ass, hoping that would get it to move. Instead, the driver slammed on his breaks, and in a screach of tires, we just missed hitting him.
"What a dick!" I yelled out, now pissed off.
"Why doesn't he just pull over?" Jarrod asked, also agitated.
We continued along again, with the car going the speed limit. I knew that the car was in the right, but I was angry at it now. I turned on my high beams, drowning the car in bright light. We could see that there were two figures in the car, both male. The passenger turned around and flicked us off, while the driver hit his brakes again, this time coming to a stop in front of us.
The two guys got out, and began walking toward us. They were around 23 years old, and looked like possible college kids. They were both wearing faded Levi jeans, and backward baseball hats. They were also shirtless, and we could see that they were pretty well built.
"_s_h_i_t_, dude. Get out of here." Jarrod said.
I immediately threw it in reverse and floored it. The two guys chased us on foot. When I was far enough away, I threw it back into first, and floored it, roaring past them.
As we flew by, they yelled at us, but we kept going. In the rearview mirror, I watched as they jumped back into their car, and gave chase.
"_s_h_i_t_! They're chasing us!" I shouted.
"Well go then! Floor it! This car can out run that one!" Jarrod said.
I floored it, going as fast as I dared down the hilly, and curvy road. Everytime I went over a hill, their headlights popped into view, just behind us.
"Pull over somewhere! Maybe they'll fly by, and we can go back the other way!" Jarrod suggested.
"Where? There's no place to pull over!" I shouted, nervous and anxiously. I was regretting that we messed with them. If only I had known it was two younger guys, I wouldn't have done it.
"There's a place right there!" Jarrod yelled. He was pointing to a narrow dirt path leading into the woods. I instantly realized it was McGreggor's Sand Pit, so I whipped it in, cutting the lights.
We pulled far in, away from the road, and cut the engine. The moon was shining brightly across the pit, but hopefully they wouldn't see us. We turned around and watched nervously as their headlights came into view, flying down the road.
"They're gonnna keep going, they're gonna keep going." I repeated hopefully.
"Ssshhh!" Jarrod said, hunkering lower in his seat. "If they catch us, wer're dead. We are trapped in here."
"You said to turn in here!" I whipsered loudly.
The car went speeding past the dirt path, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned around to restart the car, when the red from their brake lights caught my eye.
"_s_h_i_t_!" Jarrod yelled. They're coming back. This was confirmed by the white reverse lights, and the whining sound of a car flying in reverse.
"What do we do now?" I asked frantically.
"I don't know! Fight, I guess!"
"Yeah right! They'll kill us!"
"We shouldn't have _f_u_c_k_ed with them."
The car pulled up right behind us, blocking the only way out. The driver killed the ingition, leaving only the moonlight, and they both got out. The driver came to my door, and the passenger to Jarrod's.
The driver, Steve Hallorman, looked down at me, and smiled evilly.
"Having fun, boys?" Steve asked.
"Look, man. We're sorry, all right." I answered.
The passenger, Blake Manning, smirked at our prediciment. They were relishing in our fear.
"You almost ran my ass over back there, and all I wanted to do was talk." Steve said.
"Yeah, now we're going to have to kick your asses!" Blake said. Jarrod said nothing. He stared at the floor, not wanting to look at Blake, who was glaring at him.
"We don't want to fight with you guys. We said that we're sorry, now we can all go on our way again." I tryed reasoning.
Steve hunched down, and rested his arms on my door. "You don't understand, _s_h_i_t_head. You _f_u_c_k_ed with us, and now you must pay the price. No one _f_u_c_k_s with us, and gets away with it."
Jarrod decided to be stupidly brave. "You guys can't touch us. Neither one of us are 18 yet, and you could go to jail!"
Blake laughed, and hunched down also. He was face to face with Jarrod, who wouldn't look at him. "I can't touch you, huh?"
"Not without getting into a lot of trouble." Jarrod said, less bravely.
"Well whatever are we going to do, Steve?" Blake asked. He was amused by Jarrod's threat, and not worried at all. "I guess after I break his face, I'll have to rip his tongue out, and break his fingers so he can't tell on me."
Steve and Blake laugh, delighted in their fun.
"Come on, guys. We really are sorry to have _f_u_c_k_ed with you. What else do you want us to say?" I asked.
"We don't want you to say anything. We want you to pay." Blake sneered.
"It's not worth beating us up, and you both know it." I said.
"Maybe we don't care! Did you think of that?" Blake asked.
"No, no. They're right, Blake my man. We can't kick their asses without going to jail for beating on minors." Steve said. "But we can still teach them a lesson about proper road etiquette, and respect for their elders."
"Yeah?" Blake asked, interested. I was also interested in hearing his idea.
"I say that we give them some good old fashioned discipline, and send them home with burning asses. I'm sure the sherriff won't mind if we blister their butts, and call that even."
Blake laughs, loving the idea. "Yeah! Some good ole woodshed discipline outta teach 'em a thing or two. It always did me anyway!"
I couldn't beleive that they were even considering it. I hadn't had my ass spanked since I was 12, and that was by our neighbor the next farm over, for scaring his horses. I knew that spanking was fairly common in our small town, for any males between 12-17, but it was always the sherrif, or his young rookie that took care of it, not guys only a few years older than us.
"What do you think of that boys?" Steve asked. "Sound fair to you?"
"No way!" I said. "You aren't going to spank me!"
"Me either!" Jarrod chimed in.
"Well, it's either like this. You can get out of the car, and take it like men. Or we can haul your asses down to the sherrif, tell him what happended, and you can get in a whole lot more trouble. Driving to endanger is a pretty serious offence." Steve said.
"What makes you think that he'll beleive you over us?" Jarrod asked.
"What makes you think he won't, wise guy?" Blake asked. "You think that he's going to beleive two young punks, who I'm sure have been in trouble before, over two guys home for the summer from college?"
I didn't want to involve Sherrif Baxter, only because he was already on me and Jarrod for everything. He knew that we had no supervision, so he watched us even harder than other guys.
"What do you say, boys?" Steve pressed on. "Take it like men, or take it like pussys?"
I thought about it for a moment, looked at Jarrod, who had no answer, and decided to take the punishment from them. Not ever really having my ass beat hard, I didn't think it would be that bad.
"Fine. I'll get it over with here." I said, giving in.
"What!" Jarrod said. "No way! They won't go easy on us, man! It'll hurt for weeks!"
"It's better than going to court for drving to endanger." I said.
"You won't! They are only saying that to scare us!" Jarrod said, trying to convince me.
"All I know is that we deserve something for what we did. We shouldn't just get away with it."
"You did it! Not me!" Jarrod yelled. "I was just the passenger!"
"You're just as guilty for going along with it." Blake said. "Now I suggest that you take it like a man, like your buddy over there."
"No way." Jarrod said, defiantly.
I opened my door, and Steve stepped back. He grabbed me by the wrist, and led me to a stump. He sat down, and yanked me down, over his knees. I heard Jarrod cry out, and turned in time to see Blake grab him by the shirt, and lift him out of the car. Jarrod fought frantically, kicking and punching, but Blake easily led him to another stump, and hauled him fighting, over his knees.
Blake wasted no time in wailing on Jarrod's twisting and turning ass. He brought his hand down hard, slamming it against the seat of my friend's Levis. From the moonlinght, I could see Jarrod twisting and turning, trying everything to break free, but Blake continued to punish him.
I was brought back to thinking about my own ass, as Steve began to pummel on it. The blows were hard, and furious. I had never been spanked this earnestly before, and I wondered if I had made the right choice.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Steve had to be spanking me as hard as he could. The pain was immediate, and hot. Even through my briefs and jeans, I could feel my ass catching on fire. I twisted and turned, trying to get my ass out of the way. I reached my hand behind me, and Steve quickly pinned it against my back, using his free hand to pound on my ass.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!..."Stop! Please! That's enough!" I begged...WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!..."I won't do it again!"...WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Steve paid my pleas no heed. He continued to whail away, harder and harder. The more I begged him to stop, the harder he hit my ass. I kicked and twisted, and thrust, but I could not escape his grasp. He had me until he was done.
I glanced up at Jarrod and Blake. Blake was still pounding away, beating Jarrod's ass. Jarrod must have reached behind also, because Blake had his hand pinned down against his back. Jarrod must have been in a lot of pain, because through his pleas for mercy, his voice was cracking, and near tears.
I knew how he felt, I was close to tears also. I promised myself not to cry, though. I was going to take the spanking like a man, learn from it, and move on. No way was I going to let this guy see me crying.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"Dude, please stop!" I begged. "I've learned my lesson! I'll obey all traffic laws! Please!"
Steve just continued on. He landed swats against my writhing and twisting ass, without any mercy.
Jarrod was begging for mercy also. Finally, Blake let up on his ass, and Jarrod laid there, sobbing. I watched as Blake twisted Jarrod around, onto his back, still over his knees.
"Now this thing will begin for real!" Blake told him. With that Blake began undoing Jarrod's belt.
"No!" Jarrod cried. "Stop it, man!"
Jarrod tried to fight him, but couldn't. Blake undid Jarrod's belt, and hauled his jeans down as far as he could. To get them all the way over Jarrod's ass, he flipped him back around, and yanked them down to his knees. All Jarrod had now to protect his bare ass, was a pair of thin, cotton briefs.
"Stop it, man! Please!" Jarrod yelled, trying again to break free.
"Where's your smart mouth now? Huh, boy?" Blake asked, raising his hand high into the air.
Blake resumed the assualt on Jarrod's already burning backside. I could clearly see Jarrod's butt twisting and turning, as the moon reflected off his bright, white briefs.
"Good idea." Steve said.
"No!" I pleaded. "I have learned my lesson! No more!"
"You haven't learned _s_h_i_t_, kid!" Steve said. "I've had my ass beat harder in my fraternity, than either one of you have had so far."
Steve did the same to me, as Blake had done to Jarrod. He flipped me over, undid my belt, and jeans, then flipped me back over for another round. Like Jarrod, all I had between his hand and my bare ass, was a pair of briefs.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
The pain was much more intense. I couldn't beleive how much protection my jeans had actually been providing. Tears were burning the backs of my eyes, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back crying much longer.
Jarrod was already bawling, with tears streaming down his face. He begged uselessly, as Blake kept up the punishment to his ass.
"Please stop, dude!" I begged again. "Ooowww, _s_h_i_t_! Please! Aaahhh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please! Dude! I promise! No more! No more!"
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"You _f_u_c_k_ed up, man. It's not my fault." Steve said, as he continued to whallop my ass. "You should have driven behind us safely, like a responsible guy."
"I know! I know! I'm sorry! I will from now on! Please!"
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
My ass was on fire now. I tried to throw myself on the ground, as a way to escape the endless swats, but Steve held me firmly in place. I bucked, kicked, lurched, twisted, turned, and begged, but the guy had no mercy. His hand landed on my right brief covered cheek, then the left, and then the center, and then back again, over and over.
Blake was having fun with Jarrod.
"Say, I'm a pussy, and you are awesome." Blake demanded of Jarrod.
Between sobs, Jarrod again begged for mercy.
Blake immediatley hauled Jarrod's briefs down to his knees.
"No! No! Please!" Jarrod begged. "Not on the bare! Come on, man!"
"Say, I'm a pussy, and you are awesome." Blake demanded again of Jarrod.
Jarrod hesitated a moment too long. Blake began to wail on his bare ass. Jarrod immediately repeated what Blake had wanted him to say, but it was too late. Blake was landing hard, painful swats to Jarrod's bright red ass. Jarrod cried, pride now gone, begging for Blake to stop, but the more Jarrod begged, twisted, and turned, the harder Blake smacked him.
Following suit, Steve also bared my ass.
"Do you know how close you came to running into me back there?" Steve asked me, as he slowly pulled my belt from it's loops.
"I'm sorry, man. I was just scared, and trying to get away." I answered.
Steve immediatley began to thrash my bare ass with the belt.
CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP!
"Oowww! Stop! Please! Dude, I'm sorry! Stop, please!" I begged.
The belt bit into my ass like a snake. The pain was more intense than ever, and I tried frantically to break free. Steve had to use more of an effort to hold me down, but he managed, and the swats became harder.
CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! CRACK! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP!
I was openly crying now, in too much pain to care. The tears ran down my face, as I begged him to stop. Through it all, I heard Jarrod's ass cracking too, which meant Blake was belting him as well.
It must have been a site to see. Two college guys, wailing on two teenaged asses, like older brothers do to wayward younger brothers. I learned a valuable lesson that night about respect. From then on, whenever I saw them, or any other college guys, I would nod respectfuly, and step out of their way.
They continued to wail on our asses for an hour or more. When they were done, all we could do was stand there and cry. Our asses were in too much pain to even pull our pants back on, although we finally did once they left.
I sobbed the whole way home, because I had to sit down to drive. Jarrod got to lay in the back seat on his stomache. Back home, we both went to sleep on our stomaches, sorry that we had ever gone out, but a lesson in road rage learned.