It was late July and the start of the summer holidays. Two eleven year olds, Carl and Gerald were both farmers sons. They lived on neighboring farms, their respective homes only a ten minuite bike ride apart down a country lane. They had been bosom pals all their young lives, going to school together in the nearby market town, and spending much of their leisure tine together, usually on one or the other of their parents` farms. They could, of course, cycle into the town, but they prefered the open countryside. On the farms they had acres and acres of natural playground - with fields to race about on their bikes, ponds to fish in and trees to climb.
They were on Carl`s farm on this particular day. It was hot and sunny and they were both lightly dressed, with their shirts hanging loose outside their dark shorts, and just socks and shoes completing their attire.
After a strenuous afternoon they decided to head for one of their favourite resting places - a tree where they could sit on a high overhanging branch, survey the rolling countryside and chat. Gerald started to climb the tree first, Carl right behind him. Gerald had to lift his right leg up to waist hight to reach the first foothold. Carl suddenly became aware of Gerald`s bottom as his shorts stretched tightly around his right bum-cheek, then as he raised his left foot up to the next foothold they would stretch aroundhis left cheek. Carl`s eyes became transfixed on Gerald`s rear quarters as this alternation was repeated all the way up the tree! As they neared the end of their climb a thought came into Carl`s head. "I wonder if he`s ever had it smacked!" Carl said to himself. Gerald, of course, was completely unaware of his friend`s fascination with this very private part of his anatomy!
They sat on the branch chatting away. Carl was longing to ask Gerald the question but felt too embarrassed to raise the subject. Eventually there was a lull in the conversation and at last he plucked up courage.
"Gerald. Have you ever been spanked?" he asked.
Gerald seemed taken aback at first. "No, never!" He replied, "Have you?"
"No, me neither."
This is not surprising. They were both good, well behaved boys, brought up with good old fashioned rural values, their respective parents never seeing the need to correct then in this way, and corporal punishment in schools had been abolished even before they were born.
"What made you think of that?" asked Gerald
Carl didn`t like to tell him of his fascination with the sight of his bottom as he climbed the tree!
"Oh! I don`t know really. But you often hear grown-ups talking about what it was like when they young."
"yer. They used to have canes and slippers and straps and things at school. I have heard they sometimes spanked boys in front of the class. Just imagine old Hargreaves spanking someone in our class!" chuckled Gerald.
Actually Carl was doing just that. In his mind`s eye he could see Gerald across Mr. Hargreaves` knee!
"Do you sort of think we` missing something?" asked Carl, "I mean not knowing what it`s like to be spanked. It`s kinder like having a bike and never riding it or having a car and never driving it. I mean, we`ve got bums and never had them smacked!"
"Well, yes. I do sometimes think like that. Mind you, it can`t be very nice to really hurt bad."
"No! It would be ok if you could say "stop" when youv`e had enough!" laughed Carl.
Gerald looked thoughtful. "Carl, what do you say we go down to your old barn and spank each other?"
"What a great idea! Yes, let`s." responded Carl.
They descended the tree, got on their bicycles and peddled across the field to the old barn. It was disused, just full of old junk, including, very handily, an old chair. Carl pulled the chair into an open space.
"Who`s going first?" he asked.
Gerald, always the leader, said "You spank me first!"
Carl sat down on the chair and got hold of Gerald round the waist. Even getting that far sent an excited tingle down Carl`s spine. He pulled the willing subject across his knees and looked down at the perfectly formed cheeks, tightly covered by the black shorts, that looked as if they were just asking for it - as indeed they were!
"Are you ready then?"
"Yes, ok."
Carl brought his hand down on Greald`s bottom rather mildly at first. "Harder than that!"
An eleven year old hasn`t the strength of an aldult. The second time Carl gave it all he had got.
"That`s about it. Carry on like that."
Carl whacked Gerald`s backside as hard as he could time and time again. This was fun! Better than rides at the funfare, better than theme parks, better than swimming in the pool. He was smacking his best friend`s arse, and it was great!. Eventually Gerald called out "Stop! That`s enough!"
Gerald got up, pursed his lips, and gave his cheeks a rub."That stings!" he said, "But it`s a lovely feeling, all hot and prickly."
"Prickly?" inquired Carl.
"Umm. Like pins and needles. Come on, now it`s my turn."
Carl went over Gerald`s knees, his head almost on the ground. He knew his bottom must be sticking up just as Gerald`s had.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
It was stinging more and more with each blow, but Carl was determined to try and hold out as long as Gerald had. He stuck it to the point were he feared he might start crying.
"Ok! Stop! That`s enough!"
Gerald helped him up."Wow! It don`t `alf sting!" said Carl, then he added "I`m getting those pin and needles now"
Carl was feeling rather proud of his bottom! It had been initiated! It had been spanked! It was a wonderful feeling!
"Are we going to do it again?" asked Carl.
"Yes! But let`s let our bums cool off a bit first!"
The two boys went outside the barn and sat down on a log. The conversation was about nothing but spanking.
"Some schools used to cane on the hands." Carl remarked.
"Oh! That`s not the same." responded Gerald, "I mean it`s not embarrassing like getting it on the bottom; I mean -er-er that is -well - er- the bottom`s the part that has to go to the lavatory isn`t it?"
Both boys blushed. "I once heard an old man say that when he was at school if anybody did anything wrong they had to go to the Headmaster`s study and he made them take their trousers down to get it. That must have been real embarrassing!" commented Carl.
"Why don`t we do that?" said Gerald "Lets thake our shorts off and spank each other on the bare!"
Carl felt the hairs rising on the back of his neck. He was the bashful one. Go across Gerald`s knee with his bottom bared! But on the other hand, he thought, if he chickened out he wouldn`t see Gerald`s either.
"Well, ok!" Carl had made up his mind "Let`s go back in the barn."
Gerald sat down on the chair. "My turn to spank you first. Come on! Get `em down!" Carl hesitated momentarily, then taking a short sharp breath he slipped his shorts down to his ankles and positioned himself over Gerald`s knees. Gerald admired Carl`s pert little buns, still pink from the spanking they had had earlier.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ow! It hurts a lot more like this!" said Carl.
Are you all right then?" asked Gerald.
"Yes. Carry on! I`ll soon tell you when I want you to stop!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Carl began to squirm, and he was clenching his teeth.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Stop now!" shouted Carl, "Phew! That hurt!" he added, as he got up, "but I really enjoyed it."
Carl was pulling his shorts up as Gerald was dropping his. They reversed rolls."What a beauty!" thought Carl as he pulled Gerald`s shirt tail back.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Wow! Your right," said Gerald, "This hurts a lot more!"
Carl discovered that if he gave a slight pull on Gerald`s left cheek as his hand landed it would part the two cheeks for a fraction of a second, giving Carl a brief glimpse of his anus. "I wonder if he saw mine!" he thought. Eventually Gerald indicated that he had had enough. He got up, rubbed his burning backside and put his shorts back on.
"it`s great fun," said Gerald "we must do this again soon!" He looked at his watch. "It`s nearly teatime, I must be getting home."
They got on their bikes and rode across the fields towards Carl`s home.
"What did you enjoy most?" asked Gerald "spanking or being spanked?"
"I dunno," Carl replied, "at first I just wanted to know what it was like to be spanked, but it`s jolly good fun doing the spanking as well, isn`t it?
"Yes! That`s what I think too. By the way, you`ve got a lovely bum to smack!"
"So have you!"
At the farmhouse they parted company, Gerald peddling off down the lane. Carl needed no persuading to go to bed that night - he wanted to be alone with his thoughts. He layed on his side, pushed his hand under his pajama bottoms and ran his hand up and down his buns with the middle finger riding in the crack, and let his fantasies run wild. He eventually fell asleep with a grin on his face!
Sweet dreams lad!