Bruce and his dad were looking forward to the weekend camping trip. Whilst Bruce was busy planning his activities with six year old Ben, his dad had the older nine year old on his mind. Bruce was excited about the prospect of having a second opprtunity to practise being a father and he was pleased that his girlfriends scan had shown that he would be having a boy. He felt uncomfortable about smacking girls, apart from his girlfriend, but then she could, and often did, retaliate with the switch that Bruce kept in his room.
The weather had improved.
Dad had the boys change into teeshirts, white briefs and cotton shorts. They looked lovely he thought with their white socks and trainers. He was sure that his friends would agree. The tents, one large and the other small, the boys assumed this would be theirs, were packed in the front seat of the small car and their rucksacks were stuffed in the boot. As they drove off they were very surprised when their dad informed them that Uncle and his son Bruce would be joining them for the long weekend in the woods. Ben staterd to cry and said that he did not like Bruce. He remembered the prevoius Friday night when the older boy had smacked his bottom hard because ben would not ust the toilet.
Dad ignored his sons whining and told them to be quiet or they would be smacked there and then.
When the car arrived for Bruce and his dad both men were standing readuy and smiling as they saw the two youngsters in the back of the car. A few minutes later and after much protesting Ben was sitting on Bruce's lap and the older brother was sitting in the middle of his dad's legs, on the edge of the seat and most uncomforatably. Both men thought how nice the boys looked and each enjoyed the scent of their small seating companions.
Although his dad left the nine year old boy alone for the trip, apart from warning him of the spanking he would get when they arrived if he did not stop fidgetting and the constant warnings from their dad in the driving seat to be good, Bruce was behaving quite differently with Ben. He was not interesetd in waiting until they arrived and so he turned the boy sideways on his lap and, with the boys small bottom hanging over his right thigh, he poushed the boys shorts and pants off his bottom and started to grope at the small buttocks. he slapped in a playfull way, stroked and squeezed the small cheecks gently loving the feeling. Ben was protesting and whining but after a while he just accepted what was being done to him and looked miserable.
There came the inevitable time, the men had been waiting for it, when Ben announced that he needed to relieve himself. Ten minutes later when they had not found a place to stop, Ben wet himself and the warm liquid leaked through onto Bruce's levis. Ben then found himself with neitherbriefs or shorts and the prospect of a serious smacking from Bruce on arrival.
The car finally came to a stop in a remote area of woodland. There were the tents and rucksacks to carry and then the trip to the farmhouse to collect water. All the food for the weekend had been packed in the car and that also had to be carried to the spot where the tents would be erected, as well as the mens private parts, in due course.
The men carried the large tens while Bruce walked off to a nearby hazel bush and cut a switch. The nine year old was told to take two of the rucksacks and follow the dads whilst Bruce stood before Ben. The dads and the nine year old set off. Bruce played with Ben and asked him what he should do about the accident in the car. A she asked he waved the whippy hazel switch in the air. Ben had never been hit with a switch and he just stood, looking at the ground, m sobbing. He saw his dad disappear out of sight and felt frightened.
Bruce took the small vulnerable boy by the arm and led him to a nearby fallen tree trunk. Sitting on the trunk he hauled the small boy across his knee and studied the soft cheeks which were still a little reddened fron the urine which he had been sitting in. Bruce placed the switch across the boys small bottom and enjoyed the way the boy started to cry. He administered three hard strokes and was fascinated at the way the stripes rose on the soft fleshy buttocks. Ben screamed with each cut on his bottom. he was stood up and held in front of Bruce who looked at the pretty little tear-stained face and told the boy he had better do exactly as he was told from now on.
Minutes later Ben was bent over, struggling to carry the weight of the small tent which Bruce had fastened onto his back. He was bent nearly double under the weight but followed Bruce, who carried nothing but his trusty switch, off down the track. The boys teeshirt had risen up his back and with his briefs and shorts long removed, looked a pityfull sight. When he slowed down, Bruce would go around behind him and give a strong whack with the switch which brought fresh crying and tears. Bruce loved every second. ''Come along my little donkey'', he said, laughing, to Ben, ''I think we need a little more stick and less carrott for you my little bare bottomed donkey.''
When ben reached the site his bottom was striped with the hazel switch marks and when he was allowed to put the tent down, he ran into the arms of his brother for comfort. The nine year old looked at Bruce defiantly and with real anger in his eyes, until he saw the swicth, when he looked away.
Bruce left the little boy alone for his weals to rest and helped the two dads erecte the tent. The men were already erect having viewed little Ben's red bottom. He and the tow boys were told to fetch the water from the farmer and the two dads rested in the large tent. The afternoon wore on the sun shone and the boys were allowed to go off and play, but had to remain within shouting distance of the men.
Dinner followed and both the boys had become calm. The evening had arrived, flise and other buzzing insects flew about. It was dusk when the boys father took the older boy and his uncle off for a strole in the woods. Bruce was told to get Ben ready for bed.
When the two men and the nine year old were approaching the tents at the end of their thirty minute walk they heard the unmistakable sound of the younger boy crying, they arrived to see Bruce shouting at the boy to drink up!
Bruce had forced Ben to consume a pint of water before bed. The young boy's stomach was bursting, he was crying that he could not drink any more and Bruce was yelling that he wanted Ben to drink all he water and if he did not then the switch would be used. Poor Ben had no option, the pain in his bottom from earlier in the day was still sore and he did not want another smacking either. The pleading look in his eyes and the tears did nothing to diminish Bruce's cruelty and the boy was forced to drink every drop fromn the hughe pint glass.
Ben's dad laughed at the sight and his brother felt so sorry for Ben that he wanted to rush and hug him but he could not. His 'uncle' had insisted on holding the boy's hand tightly all the way through their walk and it made him feel like a five year old, not a grown up nine year old. He was hating every minute of the trip.
Benwas not allowed to piss, that was part of Bruce' plan. h knew the boys bladder would be bursting shortly. The boys were then shocked as Bruce lifted Ben up and into the small tent exclaiming 'you and I will share this tent tonight little boy so that I can keep my eye on you'' Ben cried fresh tears . He and his brother had been expecting that they would share a tent but now they learned that hthis was not to be the case. Bruce carried the struggling youngster into the tent. He sat down on the small stool they had packed for the purpose ,placed the boy across his lap, pulled down Bens pyjama shorts and began a hard hand smacking. He methodically slapped the boys small bottom, turning the young flesh a renewed shade of red. Outside theother three campers listened, the nine year old shuddered nervously as the smacking continued and the wailing of his borther filled the air. Bruce slapped on, the boys bottom felt hot now and his right palm was tingling with the heat. He continued, Ben was crying loudly but Bruce showed no mercy, he slapped and slapped, he was loving every second of the small boys pain and agony.
After a good ten minutes he lifted the boy up and pulled off the shorts completely before placing the child on top of his sleeping bag. Ben curled up, his back to Bruce and sobbed violently. Bruce looked at the damage he had caused the six year old's bottom and smiled to himself.
He bent down, kissed the boy on his tear-stained red face and whispered in his ear''if you get up or leave the tent without my permission I will give you another smacking you naughty little boy...do you understand.'' Ben could say nothing, he was blubbering loudly and his body was shaking with the pain. He wanted to relieve himself but the pain in his bottom meant that he could not even think about that.
Bruce left the tent, he noticed the noine ear old glaring at him, the twodads smiling at him. He looked down at the nine year old and smiled an evil look.
He closed the tent where Ben could still be heard crying and wondered when the fun would satrt with the older boy.