It took several minutes before the vicar returned, arranging his clothing. Standing behind the boy he took time to revel in his handiwork. The cherry red bum was still thrilling in pain. He gently cupped the chubby buttocks and was surprised they were so hot.
"Right boy, let's continue your punishment. Of course it will be much harder this time, now that your bottom has been warmed up. Bend over my knee, bottom well presented."
Timothy's bum still felt like he has been sitting on a hot stove. "Please Sir, not on my bum. I can't take anymore, it's too sore!" he wailed.
The vicar didn't answer. He stepped towards the couch and arranged two heavy pillows in the middle. The boy imagined he soon would be bending over that pile, sticking his butt high up for an other dose.
"In that case, Timothy, we will continue here. Get over the pillows."
The boy already regretted he had protested. Meantime he knew he better did as told - without questioning - and went over to the couch. He was about to bend over the pillows, obedient offering his poor bottom for new pain, when the man shouted: "STOP! As you claim your botty is so sore, I want you to lie on your back, your hurting buttocks may take a rest on the pillows."
The vicar stepped closer as the lad laid down as told. At that moment the boy's pecker decided to have a look at the world around him. To the owner's dismay he felt a stirring in his balls and soon he was sporting a nice long but slender boner.
The vicar watched the tableau with some fascination. With two heavy pillows under his bum this time, the boy's lower regions were the highest point of the stretched body and the boy's young erection looked like an invitation...
The boy was aware the man was looking at his genitals. Blushing, he felt exposed as if it were on display for the world to see. Self conscious about his nudity he quickly placed both hands over his genitals.
"Stop playing with yourself", shouted the man, "join your hands under the back of you neck."
Timothy immediately turned red and reluctant did as told. He felt his face becoming warm as he blushed profusely.
Next the vicar told the frightened boy to raise his knees up, then to spread them far apart while keeping his feet together, leaving Timothy feeling terribly ashamed with his excited genitals exposed so openly.
He took a footrest and sat next to the kid. To the lad's surprise and dismay he started to apply an avalanche of spanks to the sensitive inside of kid's left thigh. Timothy nearly jumped up in pain.
"Please Sir, on second thoughts I believe you better spank my bum. May I turn over? Lying over the pillows it will stick up very nicely."
The vicar shouted: "What makes you think YOU have the right to determinate about the details of your punishment? Huh?"
The kid didn't answer, knowing he had lost a battle.
The vicar continued the assault on the boy's thighs. He didn't slap extremely hard, however his calloused hand moved very fast, hitting the same spot several times. The tender skin quickly reddened and the continuous slaps built up the pain, resulting in a terribly sting. The man held onto the boy's knee with one hand, spanking along with the other. He had applied such punishment many a time when he used to be the headboy and his victims used to call this 'knee to knee spanking'.
And that's exactly what he did, starting just above the lad's left knee, relentlessly smacking the tender flesh of the inside of his well-muscled thigh all the way up, till he reached the inverted V of the lad's groin.
The kid worried when he saw the hand approaching his family jewels and wondered about was going to happen any second now. His instinct told him to turn over and offer his throbbing bottom instead.
Never in has dreams he would have imagined what happened next! The vicar also became aware there 'stood' a problem in his way. He decided not to risk damaging the boy's most sensitive parts and gently cupped the ballsack and the full sized erection with his left hand, pulling them away against his pubes.
"We don't want to inflict damage to those beauties", he teased, "you will need them a lot when you are older."
The boy closed his eyes and turned his head. He was dreadfully ashamed and embarrassed. As far as he could remember this was the first time somebody was touching his privates. Although his mum had bathed him till he was ten, she always had allowed him to wash his pee-pee and baggie himself.
The problem being kept well out of the way, the punishing hand continued it's spanking travel, slapping in the wide open crack, just under the scrotum. The kid squawked in pain as the smarting spanks landed right on the swollen root of his aroused penis. The vicar aimed a little lower, hitting a few times straight on the boy's fully exposed hole. Timothy howled: "AAAAAAAAAiiiiiiiiiiiHHHHHHHH" It felt like the vicar was holding a redhot poker in that sensitive area. He was relieved when the hand finally went slowly down along the inside of the right thigh to just above his other knee.
The vicar let go the boy's genitals and was pleased to notice the lad didn't enjoy this special punishment at all. In fact once the stimulus of being touched was over, the boy's proud flagpole quickly shrunk to it's usual little-boy-size and finally settled down to end as if it were a small snail, the head resting on the bed of the boy's soft pubic curls.
When the vicar reached his right knee Timothy hoped this horrible embarrassing and painful punishment would end. But to his dismay the man started the same track at his left knee, laying down another layer of slaps with the stinging hand, all over the front of his thighs this time. Again he bawled and writhed, especially when his tormentor stung and reddened the tender regions left and right to his groin.
Although it was far from the lad's usual bedtime, the vicar ordered the boy to go to sleep.
"You need a good rest to be fit for tomorrows further punishments", he said.
Arriving in his bedroom the lad went to his wardrobe to retrieve his pajamas.
"No need to put that on, just lay on your bed."
Timothy now had a stinging, spanked front to match his stinging, spanked rear, so he lay sideways on his bed, careful to keep his spanked thighs well apart because of the burning discomfort.
The man examined the boy's upper legs and was satisfied when he saw the pale flesh had changed to a vibrant rosy red. The thighs were quite warm to the touch. With a final warning for Timothy that rubbing his legs was quite forbidden, he left the room once again, for urgent business...
The lingering stinging slowly subsidized and the boy felt his dick starting to twitch. His hand went to his lower regions and soon he was comforting himself. It didn't take long before he enjoyed a dry orgasm. A few minutes later he was fast asleep.
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