We live in a delightful seaside village called Jeopardy with its own tiny cove of a beach that makes us quite an insular community. There is a downside to this as it means that everyone knows each other and wrongdoings soon get reported around but on the other hand this closeness also protects the whole community and any strangers are soon obvious and sometimes the centre of attention.
For the younger folk, the prized position is that of Lifeguard for the summer and despite being seen as a bit of a quiet bookworm, my nephew surprised a lot of people when he won the post this year. I say won the post as the selection process is quite complicated and as well as some voting, there is a swimming and rescue test which is where my nephew left the opposition standing. If only my brother, his father, had still been alive to see this. His chest would have swelled to bursting. Regrettably his chest did burst in effect, well his lungs, as he drowned in a fishing accident some four years back. Still he always knew that our home was open to him and Raymond was a frequent visitor and very close to my own 15 year old son, Jonathan.
In such a small cove you might wonder why we need a lifeguard and the local authorities will not pay for one, so we are reliant on some expenses being paid by a charitable trust. There are some sharp and hidden rocks as the bay closes with some disturbing eddy currents that can catch a weak swimmer unawares. We do not have many summer visitors but a few find their way, mainly by word of mouth and the use of four wheeled drive vehicles, and these people need rescuing or reminding of safe bathing practice the most. There is always competition for the spot as the prestige is worth everything to the younger folk. It also helps most of them with dating, though Raymond never seemed to take advantage of this.
A few days ago, my son Jonathan was brought back from the beach in a distressed state with several cuts and scrapes and dressed only in a stranger's casual shirt fastened around him for some modesty. The boy had got into difficulty by the rocks and been rescued by this same stranger, who I believe was a member of a male dance troupe visiting a town some 20 miles away. I wondered why Raymond was not involved but it was difficult to get information from my son and he needed mainly rest and dressing of wounds etc. Sooner or later I know he would tell me and if I put pressure on it would be later rather than sooner.
I had just stepped out of the shower when the door was knocked so I hastened to the doorway in a towel, dripping as I went, and found the caller was Raymond who I invited in. He asked if Jonathan was in his room but I informed him he was over with a school friend working on a science project paper. He questioned this and so I made a quick phone call to confirm where he was which was as he had said.
You know something about the other day, don't you Raymond? What exactly happened and why do you seem concerned today?
Uncle, if Jonnie has not said, I should not be saying things out of turn.
Raymond, you know full well that I would not betray your confidence but I think after all I have done for you, that I expect nothing less than you putting me completely in the picture. Now come and sit over here on the couch and tell me a lot of what I need to know.
I curled up on a nearby chair and waited for Raymond to begin.
Did Jonnie tell you how he lost his shorts?
No, I thought he must have lost them as he struggled by the rocks.
Oh I see, yes that could have happened
But obviously not, so I think you know a lot more
Well it's a bit more complicated than that. You see I think he has a girlfriend.
And you think he is having _s_e_x_! Is she old enough? Has he known her long?
Uncle, behave! I know you know young people these days but I don't think he has rushed into that and anyway, he would be careful I am sure.
So this is why you questioned where he was today.
Yes! because I don't want him in danger.
You really are speaking in riddles, I need to know a lot more.
No Uncle, I am sorry I should not say any more
Raymond! You might be sorry if you do not say any more
I am sorry Uncle, I should have been there to rescue him.
Rescue!! So just where were you?
I was at my post but I was a little occupied
Not you and _s_e_x_ as well??
Raymond coloured briefly.
No Uncle, I was talking to one of the dancers from the Shock Troopers
The same one that brought Jonathan home?
No, it was his mate.
And you ignored your duties, do you realise how serious that is?
Yes Sir, I am sorry, with what happened to Jonnie, if it was worse I could be in a lot of trouble.
Make no mistake, Jonathan is my boy who you have abandoned in a careless manner. Just because I am family do you think I should not be angry? I am getting more and more furious by the minute, particularly with only pieces of this story. You had better start telling me the whole story with nothing missed. And think yourself lucky your father is no longer around to hear you as I know what he would have done for sure.
I hated referring to my brother in such a trite way but it had the effect on Raymond as he gulped at the thought of distant memories of my brother keeping him in line.
I'm too old for that now, Uncle. I'm turned 18!!
Raymond William, you are never too old to be dealt with!!!
Now I was turning the clock back, as I used his full first names it was like talking again to a naughty young boy and he seemed very much to pick up on this and look at me fearfully.
Never forget dear boy, I have taken your father's place in many ways and I owe it his memory to do as he would think fit. No matter how old you are now or will be in the future.
Sorry Uncle, I really am very sorry. You won't beat me surely.
I was intrigued that he had made this connection.
I think I had better hear the full story before I make any decision of any sort about your behaviour. So for the last time tell me more.
Well, you know we went to Toppingham to the pictures the other week, well while we bought our popcorn, Jonnie started chatting to a pretty girl and they got on really well and I don't think he noticed much of the film.
That's nice for him, he is growing up fast, was she very pretty?
Ok I suppose, but the thing is that her main boyfriend is a bit of a gang leader. He got to find out that she had been talking to Jonnie and so the word was out.
He sounds like a thug, she is best off without him. But this is all in Toppingham.
Yes but they found out Jonnie was here and so five of them came down the other day to sort him out.
So Jonathan got his injuries out of the water then?
No, he was injured by them in the water and forced onto the rocks. They surrounded him and forced him over to the rocky area. If he tried to get past them they would strike him.
Did you see this as it was happening?
No Sir, I am sorry about that
You have not seen a whole group of strangers near those rocks which you have a special responsibility for! This is too bad!!
Sir! Anyhow while they were around him, two of them dived underwater and forced his shorts off him. He tells me it was quite a struggle but he kept on dipping below the water line and choking.
I see, a swimmer in obvious difficulty!
Sir, please don't say it like that! Anyhow they kept on menacing him and striking him and a few times they dragged him underwater by his tackle and he did swallow some. I think it was a way of punishing him and warning him off getting involved with her that way. Anyhow they had got him real close to the rocks and he scraped his legs on the sides. They told him next time he got cut legs it would be with a knife. By now he was getting very tired and very scared.
How long did this go on for then?
About half an hour it seems.
You saw nothing for half an hour, boy you are in big trouble now!
Anyhow, just before it got any worse, Andy's mate Leo, had seen something going on and scared the gang off and then rescued Jonnie. He had to moreorless do a full rescue and then when he got close to the shore, he covered him up with his shirt as the boys had not handed his shorts back.
So when did you find out what was going on?
As Leo brought Jonnie out of the water, Andy looked across and said Ooh! who has he got hold of now? and I recognised Jonnie and saw a crowd forming and went sprinting over and took charge.
And you think this sort of think could happen again?
Yes Sir. I am a bit worried, these boys have a reputation.
Well they will have me to deal with, but first of all we need to deal with your problem.
Problem Sir?
Yes, you have failed utterly in your task and my son, your cousin, could easily have drowned. Don't you think one drowning in our family has done enough damage?
I did not feel good about mentioning his father in that context but I needed to make him squirm.
We had better call a meeting and sort out the process for replacing you as Lifeguard. I'm sure you will get no votes when people know how you have behaved. The Ashworth boy was second last time and might pull through this time.
Uncle You cannot do this to me please, Uncle think of all the good I have done. Uncle! I'm sorry, no one has ever been kicked off before, please you cannot do this, I beg you. Uncle! please it was a mistake, Uncle! Jonnie is still alive and will probably forget about it all.
Raymond it is too late for this pathetic snivelling, you have brought this upon yourself. You will stand for your own actions or lack of. There is nothing else I could do to make you learn.
Uncle! No! Please you have to help me here. Uncle I've never let you down before. Please! You have to find a way apart from this.
Raymond, I never thought I would say this but you have brought shame upon us and your dear father's memory.
Uncle, No! No! No! I never meant this to happen. Dad would know this. He would have sorted me out.
Oh yes, your Dad would have sorted you out, you would soon feel that then, wouldn't you.
Raymond went bright red as he thought about the kind of memory that was becoming clear
No, Sir, I'm older now, Dad would have got me out of this situation.
Maybe he would, but he would have sorted you out. As I have often said, you are never too old to learn through your bottom.
You really think so, Sir?
I know so, Raymond, I remember Grandad sorting me and your father out and your Dad was 23 by then.
It was different in those days.
Exactly, which is why all I can do is have you replaced as lifeguard. I have no other choice.
Raymond excused himself to go to the toilet. I told him to wash his face well, as these crocodile tears were making his eyes puffy. Despite our discussion he still remembered his manners.
Uncle, you know how you said you replaced my father, just how far do you go in this.
What was he saying here? I had an idea but decided to force the issue.
How dare you say that, I treat your mother with absolute respect!
No Sir, I did not mean that at all. No Sir! I mean, could? would you sort me out like you think my Dad would have done?
Lets be clear here, I said, Are you asking me to deal with the matter totally in house?
Yes Sir, you should do anything to make me learn as long as you do not throw me off from being a Lifeguard.
I was now pretty certain that he was considering a brief punishment from me as he was desperate to keep his position. Deep down, I did not want shame on our family if he was thrown out, but it had to be said after all. I decided to make the matter perfectly clear.
Raymond William! Your behaviour is inexcusable. The only way I can see to make you learn is to give you a hiding you won't forget in a long time. Are you sure you know what this means?
Yes sir, I am sorry, I need you to deal with me as you think fit so that I can learn. Please Sir. Help me out with this.
Very well! And remember you have made your choice in this. Now go and stand on that mat and put your hands on your head.
He moved over to the mat indicated and did as he was told with a very serious look on his face. I could easily have giggled but it was important to keep the sense of occasion.
Tell me why you have been sent to me Boy!
Sir, I have been very stupid.
Have you merely been stupid or is there more to this?
Yes sir, I have been incredibly foolish. I ignored my duties and left a swimmer in obvious difficulty which could have had dire consequences.
And how long did you do this for?
About 30 minutes Sir!
So you think five minutes with me will make up for 30 minutes when you risked peoples lives for which you were trusted
No sir, it needs to be as long as you think. Five minutes could never be enough for what I have done and if the outcome was worse, I would have been regretting it my whole life.
My boy, you are indeed right, you have a lot to learn and it will be as long as I think right and if need be you will come back here again for reminders.
Yes Sir, Please Sir.
Very well, take off all your clothes down to your underpants and stand there.
While he was doing this, I moved a dining chair into the centre of the room. I then went up to him and looked him over as he stood there in boxer shorts.
So have I a little boy to deal with here?
No Sir I am a young man but I have been a stupid boy.
Yes you are right and despite the hair under your arms and on your legs and probably elsewhere, you have acted like a very little boy. How do young boys learn best?
Through their bottom Sir!
Very well, come and place yourself over my knees.
I sat down, still in just a towel, and waited for him to get in position. He immediately bent right over my lap and being fairly tall was just the right height to put his hands flat on the floor and leave me his bottom squarely in my lap. I smoothed my hand across his cotton shorts and stopped. Underneath his boxer shorts were some swim trunks.
Stand up! I said firmly.
I came up to him and pulled his boxer shorts down. I asked him what he wearing and why.
Sir I was going to the beach later, these are my swim briefs and you only said down to underpants.
So as well as being a foolish and stupid boy, you are also very cheeky. Very well you will pay the price for this.
I put my thumbs in the side of his briefs and pulled them down. Immediately he shot his hands in front of himself in modesty.
Put your hands back on your head, how dare you move without my permission.
He moved his hands back on his head and said sorry. I walked around him a couple of times. I touched the hairs under his arms, I rubbed my hand along his hairy shins. I tugged slightly at some of his pubic hairs. I grasped his testicles firmly and rubbed my thumb along the length of his penis which immediately stiffened.
You may well be a young man but are behaving like the smallest of boys, get back over my lap.
He resumed the position and this time I rubbed my hand around the area of his butt gently. As I did so my fingertips caressed the crack and the fine hairs there. I also noticed the creamy whiteness of this hidden area compared to the nut brown colour of his sun exposed skin elsewhere.
Suddenly I brought my right hand crashing down in a slap on his right buttock. It stung my hand and immediately left a pink hand mark. He grunted. I did the same again in the same place and he gasped I now brought my hand down sharply on his left buttock more toward the top of his thighs following with a repeat strike and in a millisecond another swipe at his right buttock in the original place. This time he gasped audibly. I now rained several blows across all area of his left buttock, not with so much force but with great rapidity. Every now and again, I put one sharp slap on the right buttock, always keeping to the same mark. After several minutes his left buttock was quite pink all over and his right buttock was white except for one deeper red patch. As this intensity had built up he had wriggled quite a lot and my towel had come loose. I made no effort to adjust it and could now feel his thighs in direct contact with mine.
I spent a few minutes caressing his butt again with my palm and my fingertips and then told him to stand with hands on head. He did so and I again grasped his testicles and worked my thumb around his penis base which sprang firmly to attention this time.
I asked him how it felt.
He said Very nice Sir.
I said , You stupid little boy, how does your bottom feel?
It is a little sore, sir
Not sore enough by half, move round the other side and get back over my legs.
He did so and as he got in place this time I closed my thighs around his thickening _c_o_c_k_. His left buttock was now in the best place for the single shots and he probably expected I would repeat my basic pattern of before. He was wrong as I now rained several sharp blows again on his left buttock and still only made contact sharply with the one place on his right. The colours on his butt now changed and his left buttock went to a deeper red from the pink. The right buttock had one patch which while slightly red seemed more pink in contrast and there were still white areas.
As I made this impact on his rear, he still wriggled and gasped and this had the effect of keeping his _c_o_c_k_ firm in between my thighs. I also noticed that I was getting excited and wondered if he felt my tip against the side of his stomach.
By now my hand was quite sore, I should have been getting regular practice to improve my technique and maybe I would in future. I told him to stand up and instead to get himself in position on the floor. He was to be on all fours with his legs slightly spread with his back horizontally straight.
I looked around the house for a couple of implements. I found a small whippy thin cane used to support pot plants that whistled through the air. I got a table tennis bat with a smooth and a patterned side and then found a decent wide leather belt in my drawer. I also found a flat wooden spatula in the kitchen which I decided I would use first in this next stage.
He had followed my instructions well and was very presentable. His sack of testicles and penis hung nicely and loose between his legs looking far larger from this angle. I moved over him , not having bothered to replace my towel when I had got up, planting my legs firmly either side of him. I had my back to his head and was facing forward over his bottom. I tapped the spatula a few times around his buttock area and for sheer devilment pushed him balls into a swing a bit with the wood. I then brought the spatula back quite high and then down with some force onto his left buttock which was to my right. He gasped as I did this several times and on one occasion when I was more toward the top of his thighs he let out a loud scream. I now moved my attention over towards his right buttock and through a series of ever increasing taps brought the whole area to a solid pink.
Suddenly a voice startled me. It was Leo who had come to the open doorway of our cottage. He had a lovely view from the rear of Raymond and what he thought with me standing starkers facing him I don't know.
Sorry I have come at the wrong time, you are obviously busy. I could call back later.
Raymond made to move, embarassed by a strange voice present
Stay where you are, both of you! I said
Sorry, I forgot I had left the door open, we do in this weather, I'm having to deal with a very important matter.
The stranger introduced himself as Leo and said he was glad the old methods were still used. He did not want to disturb but he wondered if he could have his shirt back. I noticed in all this time he was keeping his eyes focused on what he could see of Raymond. I realised this was the stranger who had rescued my son and came forward spatula in hand to shake his hand and thank him, quite forgetting my nudity.
I don't know whether to shake your hand or hold my hand out for you to strap me, he joked.
Aah but you have not been a naughty boy like this one, I replied.
I don't know he said, give me chance with this one and I could be very naughty. No wonder Andy spent ages with him and I bet he has not seen him like this. You seem to be doing a good job to start.
Well thank you, if you are an expert I could use some tips.
He said he was by no means an expert but had seen a lot more than I probably had and could offer some advice if this was not impertinent. All this time Raymond had stayed down in position and I noticed his face was flushed with embarrassment.
Leo squatted down quite close by his rear and told me I should save the little cane thing for the end of the session. He rubbed his hand on the boy's butt and said this is heating up nicely but you need to increase the pace with the spatula or using the bat to keep up the intensity. I handed him the bat and asked to him to show me, after all Raymond's lack of action had led to him having to rescue my boy. He swiped his right buttock firmly a few times in quick succession moving the point of impact all over. They were not great swipes but a series of flicks and the wrist action looked impressive and produced several Ow! s from the boy.
Uncle I have had enough, I must go now
Oh no Boy, we have hardly started and I will tell you when you have had enough
But Leo is here and he will tell Andy and everybody and I will be finished.
Nonsense, I am sure Leo will respect our privacy and you are getting a fraction of what you deserve. Just remember Leo had to put himself at risk because of you and his good shirt was ruined. You should be glad this is all he wants to do to you. He will help me through to the end now I hope.
Leo agreed with a large grin and shut the door as I asked. He said he felt a little strange with so many clothes on compared to us and I said he should make himself comfortable. As I hoped, secretly acknowledging to myself that my bi_s_e_x_ual days were not just a fling of youth, he disrobed completely and I sneaked a good look at his muscly body which demonstrated the effort he put in as a dancer.
He now took his position up at one side with the bat and I continued from the other with the spatula. We soon brought Raymond to howling and then tears and produced a deep crimson butt, having changed sides in the process. We stopped for a beer and I had Raymond stand against the wall giving him a small cup of water he could sip from.
While enjoying the beer, I had very much enjoyed glancing at Leo's body. He was well built in every sense. I am sure he noticed but was probably used to such attention with his work. He told me we needed a new position for the use of the belt and in Raymond's earshot he demonstrated a few techniques of the belt against a cushion on the couch.
He suggested we had Raymond lie on the rug on his back. Leo then knelt openly around his head and leaning forward grasped the ankles of the legs that Raymond had raised so that he was effectively bent over in two. This gave me a different area to land the belt on and as we progressed he would move the ankles from time to time to expose different bits.
Each swing of the belt now produced a yelp from Raymond and I could see his eyes were watery. Mind you I was also looking across at Leo's appendage which was resting across the boy's face as he leaned over him.
On one swipe, I was well short of the target and the tip of the belt accidentally crashed into Raymond's testicles. He howled incessantly for several minutes and in the end Leo let go of one ankle and massaged him there till he quietened and stiffened considerably. I resumed my swipes, more accurately, and only vaguely noticed the lack of noise from Raymond until I looked across and saw his mouth was jammed full with Leo's package. I slowed the pace and only landed about five more before declaring we needed our final break.
We had another beer and allowed Raymond more water
This time we had him touch his toes with his legs about 18 inches apart. I had found another of the plant canes and as Leo was ambidextrous we stood either side of him.
Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!
Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!
Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!
For such small little canes they made a lot of noise and Raymond was screaming throughout. Each one also made a raised weal and a dark mark on an already magenta butt. Looking at him it was hard to believe he had previously had such a clear tan line.
Last three each I declared.
Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!
Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!
Each one producing a scream from Raymond and at the end he was hysterical with tears. I told him he was to go to Jonathan's room and rest and only when he was ready to get dressed and come down. I reminded him what had led to this state of affairs and that it could not be used to save him in the future.
Leo and I both sat on the couch and he asked me to tell him how the situation arose from being a misdemeanour on Raymond's part to him accepting a thrashing. Just as I got to the part where he came in he told me I was talking too much and grabbed me in an embrace. Passionate kissing and a glorious 69 followed as we explored each other and all my latent desires were renewed. I was just glad the wife had run off with her lover two years previous as life was less complicated but this part of the detail can be saved for another time. Eventually we broke off and got dressed and by this time Raymond had come downstairs, still with a puffy face but shook both of our hands as he made to leave.
I reminded him to say thank you to Leo. I also told him I expected him to come and see me the next Wednesday so that we could discuss his behaviour further. He agreed, knowing full well it would end up being painful for him and left having said his goodbyes in his usual polite manner.
I stayed behind and having persuaded Leo to stay for some dinner, engaged him in a lot of conversation about his various escapades. As Leo prepared to leave, he said to me that as I had done such a good job punishing Raymond that I might like to come to one of friend's parties. Apparently, quite a lot of horseplay and discipline took place at these events and he felt I would gain from it. I looked forward to this possibility with anticipation and will tell you more about it another time.
Does anyone have any ideas for my next punishment session with Raymond or what I might see at the party? Do let me know.