Aaron lay hugging his pillow for all he was worth and with his face down and buried on his bed. The window of his second story bedroom at the front of the house was still open with the gentle night breeze blowing in and causing the sheer curtains to flutter occasionally in the wind. It was quiet now. The night sounds of a boy being well spanked were no more. But that did not stop the occasional jerking¡¯s, even shaking's and the trembling's, of his young body laying there as the real pain and hurt from that just now ended spanking began slowly to lessen. Rather, it was his stark humiliation of having had his old boxers taken down competently and his ass forcibly bared when he did not want it to be and then exposed to another¡¯s eyes while he was held tightly over the lap and spanked for so very long. Yes, well of course, that was what was bothering him most right then and well it should be bothering him too. He hated it! He hated what had just happened to him for sure, but there was nothing he could do about it but hug that pillow. He was a boy, a young man, and responsible, he thought; but he had lots his responsibility when his ass was bared and spanked like it just had been. It was no wonder he was so emotional right now.
If Aaron had not been so terribly upset he could have heard the few early evening crickets chirping and the occasional frog croaking desperately for a female around the front pond, but he was far too upset to listen to things like that! His ass was bare with his buns tightly clenched again and more than just a little rosy. He was focused on hugging his pillow, his only friend right there, and he did not much care who was in his room seeing him now. There was nothing he could do about it even if he had cared. He had not deserved that spanking he had just gotten. He had not deserved it at all. And it had gone on and on and one for what? What had he done? Nothing, absolutely nothing but he had gotten spanked anyway. Turned over and spanked bare, but for what? He was not crying into the pillow as the spanking had not hurt that much but he was more than a little upset at it having happened to him at his age.
Aaron was also especially upset about those motor sounds outside his window. He knew someone had driven up and he knew someone had heard him getting spanked. Why? Why had someone from outside been allowed to hear him get it? The window could have been pulled down. The spanking could have stopped when they arrived outside, but it had not stopped. Someone outside had to have known he was getting spanked! That was not fair at all! He wanted to get up and look outside his window but he dared not. His spanker still stood there in his room and was looking down at him and thinking. He just hoped it was all over! Nothing else mattered. It was the humiliating embarrassment of it all and the over-the-knee for no reason at all. Why? Why had it happened? He just wanted to be alone and by himself, but he knew he had no choice about who was in his room now. And, for sure, he did not want to risk any more!
Aaron, thus, hugged his pillow and did not much care now about who was seeing his buns red. There was nothing he could do about it and he knew that for sure now. He just did not want his buns slapped or even touched again at all. He clenched them as tightly as he could as he lay there hugging his pillow, but he knew that all it would take was a touch of the hand and he would be forced to relax them. He wanted to feel wanted. He wanted to feel loved. He did not understand the pain he had felt as he was being spanked but he did know that the long nights he had felt for years wondering if anybody at all cared about him and what he did and all were finally over? At his parent¡¯s home back in the city, he knew some of his friends who were spanked by their parents and uncles, but no one had ever cared enough to spank him. Yea, his parents would yell a lot but he knew he could do what he wanted growing up and no matter what he said or did he was risking nothing. This summer, things had changed. Both his grandparents had spanked him and both had made him take it bare. Even the neighbor on the next spread, Jeb, had spanked him. Secretly he knew that even though it had hurt and been horribly embarrassing, that had been the best!
Downstairs and outside on the driveway that was overlooked by Aaron¡¯s partially opened upstairs window, Jeb stood there leaning against the hood of his truck and smoking in the cooler night air. He could hear the crickets and that frog too, but he was more interested in the sounds of what had had to have been a spanking taking place upstairs when he drove up. Those sounds had stopped now. There were no more sounds of sniffling either. The night air was quiet again. Life had moved on.
¡°You¡¯re early,¡± Pa yelled out as he was coming around from the back of the house on that long circular porch that had been all the fashion a few years ago.
¡°Guess I thought I was late,¡± Jeb replied smiling. He knew he was anxious to get his own plans for his Friday night and his own weekend underway. He needed Aaron for that.
¡°So, come on in,¡± Pa welcomed him openly. ¡°I really appreciate what you¡¯re doing to help me out on this one.¡±
¡°So, how¡¯s the boy been?¡± Jeb asked as he walked with Pa around the back to the kitchen door that everybody used around here.
¡°Some days better; some, worse,¡± Pa replied shaking his head, ¡°but I suspect you¡¯ll straighten him out.¡±
¡°I certainly plan to,¡± Jeb replied smiling to himself. ¡°Anything to help a good neighbor,¡± Jeb let out sarcastically.
Pa just roared that old gravelly almost horse like laugh that he was known around town for. ¡°Just make sure you do it right,¡± Pops added after he finally stopped.
Once inside the kitchen where Ma was still finishing up the dinner dishes, Pa made wasted no time.
¡°Aaron,¡± he yelled out.
¡°Yea,¡± came the reply faint but quickly.
¡°Get yourself down here,¡± Pa ordered. And after a moment or two a boy with noticeably watery eyes bounded down the stairs. He was still fixin¡¯ his belt to hold up the same old pants when he landed at the foot of the step and saw Jeb standing there. Immediately his whole face turned brilliant red.
¡°It was Jeb who heard me getting a spanking,¡± Aaron thought to himself and he knew for sure he was right. ¡°_d_a_m_n_ it!¡± He knew never to let thought like that slip out loud.
¡°Go get yourself a change of shirt and underwear,¡± Pa directed. ¡°You¡¯re going over to Jeb¡¯s place for a couple of days.¡±
¡°Really,¡± Aaron thought to himself. ¡°Why? What¡¯s up?¡± he said out loud questioning and then immediately he thought better of having done that.
¡°Ya, see,¡± Pa looked at Jeb and said, ¡°The boy asks too many questions. Thinks he knows everything, he does, and he¡¯s not too quick about following orders either.¡±
Aaron turned even redder!
¡°Go do what I tell you, boy,¡± Pa barked out.
And not unexpectedly, this time Aaron turned on his heals and was up the stairs in record time. Actually he was happy to be getting out of the house tonight! And spending time with Jeb could be fun.
Pa and Ma carried on completely non-interesting conversation while Aaron was upstairs. Later when Jeb talked about it, he could not remember anything about it, but it wasn¡¯t long before Aaron re-appeared with a few things in a brown paper bag. They extended pleasantries until Jeb became more directive.
¡°Let¡¯s go, Aaron,¡± Jeb said to him. ¡°Time to head back to my place. We¡¯ve lots of work to do tomorrow.¡±
Pops smiled. Ma looked at him questioningly, but Aaron walked out the door with Jeb anyway. As they both moved forward to the truck, Jeb followed him and all the while was looking at the seat of the boy¡¯s soon-to-be-removed pants. Opening the door and tossing his few things in behind the seat in the cab, Aaron jumped up and in eagerly, but, of course, this young man had no inkling of the fact he was being driven over to Jeb¡¯s place simply and only because Pops had decided he needed a good, long spanking. Jeb knew his pants were coming down for one as soon as he got there. Pops knew it too. Ma simply looked as the two left, but it was Jeb who was smiling. Jeb, after all, was about to do some good, hard spanking on the tight assed city boy!
Jeb hopped in his side of the truck, turned the key in the ignition, and as the motor chugged to a start he paused and looked over at the boy. ¡°So, how¡¯s it all been going, son?¡± Jeb asked him.
¡°Ah, it¡¯s been like fine, ok, Jeb,¡± Aaron replied.
Jeb began driving down the driveway toward the main road and his way home. ¡°By the way, what were the noises I heard coming from that house when I drove up there?¡±
If Jeb could have seen Aaron¡¯s full face in the dim light that only came from the dashboard that dark, country night, he would have noticed the boy¡¯s face flush rosy. The air was still inside the truck that night. Aaron felt his muscles tense all over his face and the warmth under his pants was quickly remembered. He did not want to say anything, but he knew he had to.
¡°Ah, I don¡¯t know, Sir,¡± he muttered, ¡°maybe it was something from the barn?¡±
Jeb smiled, ¡°Sure sounded like some good slapping to me.¡±
¡°Really,¡± Aaron replied. He wanted so badly to change the subject right then but he did not know how to do it! ¡°Maybe you are mistaken?¡±
¡°Aaron, now Aaron,¡± Jeb said in his most condescending tone that just grated on Aaron sitting beside him in that truck¡¯s cab, ¡°You sure it wasn¡¯t YOU getting yourself a good ass slapping, son?¡±
Aaron was so embarrassed! Did Jeb have to call it ¡°a good ass slapping!¡± Those words seared into his mind and he could not help but react to them! What had just happened to his ass should be private! He did NOT want to talk about it. Not to Jeb; not to anyone! No WAY! But he had to say something. He knew he just had to! For sure Jeb had heard him getting spanked when he pulled up the drive! He had heard him getting it, but still Aaron did NOT want to talk about it! Instead, ¡°Ah,¡± he sort of muttered to himself as he thought fast and furiously . . . but Jeb interrupted him.
¡°Don¡¯t lie to me, son,¡± he said. ¡°Nothing like getting a good ass spanking on a Friday night, son; now is there? You get yourself one on that nice ass of yours?¡±
Aaron was looking down at his lap where his hands were folded passively. He could not stand to look at Jeb right now and so he was just sitting silently. He was horribly embarrassed talking about it but Jeb obviously had heard him getting it and he knew that for sure!
¡°You did, didn¡¯t you? It was your ass I heard getting slapped, now wasn¡¯t it?¡± Jeb was rubbing it in and Aaron was feeling more and more embarrassed about it. ¡°Come on, son, nothing to be embarrassed about. Admit it.¡±
What choice did Aaron have?
¡°Ah, yes, Sir,¡± the boy replied, ¡°I got spanked.¡± There, he said it! He heard himself say those words he could never take back. Aaron could feel his whole body tensing and talk about a stressful situations. Even though it was almost completely dark in that truck he still knew his face must be scarlet by then and his buns wiggled again the seat of the truck in spite of his best efforts not to move a muscle.
¡°You got it bare didn¡¯t you?¡± Jeb did not let up.
¡°Ah, yea,¡± Aaron was very quiet now. His embarrassment had gone through the roof but there was nothing he could do about it. ¡°Please,¡± he prayed quietly to himself, ¡°don¡¯t let him ask anything else, pleeeeese!¡±
But Jeb did not stop. ¡°Hey, nothing wrong with that. Feels good to have someone take your pants down and spank you now doesn¡¯t it?¡±
¡°NO! Heck, no!¡± he replied quickly. ¡°I mean like you gots to be joking! It hurt!¡±
¡°Nah, Friday nights are made for a country boy getting a good spanking. Happens around these neck of the woods a lot. You aren¡¯t the only one who got it tonight, son. You cry?¡±
Aaron could not believe they were talking about this so openly, but he could not help but squirm anyway. The conversation made him feel a whole lot uncomfortable. He did not want anyone to know!
¡°Ah, not much really. It wasn¡¯t that bad I guess,¡± Aaron was beginning to feel a little better now that it was out in the open whether he wanted it to be or not. All of a sudden Jeb¡¯s comment that he was not the only one seemed to make a difference. Still . . ..
¡°Don¡¯t be embarrassed, son. You remember when I had to spank you that one night?
¡°Ah, yea. But that was like different,¡± Aaron replied quietly but ¡°had to?¡± What was Jeb talking about, ¡°had to?¡±
¡°Well, don¡¯t you mind nothing about that cause it¡¯s Friday night and I¡¯m going to give you another real good one soon as we get home.¡±
Jeb¡¯s words were like a bomb droping and Aaron reacted immediately. ¡°Ah¡.. No!¡± Aaron¡¯s reaction was not only immediate but highly visceral. His whole body reacted when he heard Jeb say that! ¡°No way!¡± he half shouted back in the truck.
¡°Good for you, son!¡±
¡°Ah come on! I didn¡¯t do anything wrong. You¡¯re kidding, aren¡¯t you?¡±
¡°Nah, no way. I ain¡¯t kidding ya¡¯ none. Nothing better for a boy like you than having his pants and underwear down and be bend over a cowboy¡¯s knee to get it slapped real hard for him. Keeps ya¡¯ good and motivated all week long too,¡± Jeb added. ¡°Happens a lot in this part of the country. You¡¯re no exception.¡±
Aaron¡¯s horror had risen again to it¡¯s peak. No way! Surely Jeb was just teasing him.
¡°Ahhhh,¡± he began to stutter some, ¡°You¡¯re _s_h_i_t_ting me aren¡¯t ya? You are really going to do it. Come on, tell me your kidding?¡±
Aaron looked over at Jeb driving right along. The glow from the dashboard lights showed a good looking, chiseled faced cowboy complete with the cowboy hat Jeb had been wearing every time Aaron had seen him before. His face was tanned but handsome. It was not hard, but it stared straight ahead on the road. Just at that point, Jeb turned into the long dirt road that lead up to his own place. Aaron recognized the road and knew for sure where they were headed. But, Jeb seemed so serious right then.
¡°Nope, son. I¡¯m not kidding you. Soon as I get you home, you¡¯re going to get you a good one.¡± Jeb was clear. There was no mistaking that!
Aaron became stone silent. His whole body was tense. He almost felt like he was beginning to sweat on his forehead. He kept looking at Jeb, but Jeb was not looking back. Cold as steel, the cowboy driving was; and he continued to be that way s Jeb¡¯s truck chugged along home up that isolated dirt road. Aaron¡¯s embarrassment showed clearly now on his face. Aaron knew Jeb was much stronger and bigger than he was and he did not know what to make of anything of this. His mind was racing the closer they got to Jeb¡¯s place.
¡°Good?¡± Jeb thought to himself. ¡°What makes it so good!¡±
But then he looked over at Jeb. He liked the guy after all! ¡°By why, Jeb? Why am I going to get a spanking when we get there?¡± His voice was almost whining. It cracked as he spoke, ¡°Why? Whyyyyy¡±
Jeb looked over momentarily and seemed to snicker at the boy who was now beginning to sound like a child. He thought to himself, ¡°Why?¡± he wanted to say, but he did not, ¡°Why, simply because I want that sweet little ass of yours over my lap and turn it red for you. And you¡¯re not just getting one either! Why? No reason, son, so shut up!¡±
But Jeb¡¯s actual words were far kinder. He looked over at Aaron squirming in his seat now and said, ¡°Because it¡¯s Friday night and you need a good spanking on that tight little city boy ass of yours. I¡¯m going to be motivating you a lot more to see if I can¡¯t straighten you out, son. Your grandparents are getting up there in years and can¡¯t whip that bare ass of yours like they ought to,¡± he smiled openly now and very broadly as he stared over at Aaron sitting there, ¡°but I can and you can be darn sure that is exactly what is going to happen as soon as we get home. Now shut up ¡®til we get there or I¡¯ll be taking the strap to you. You city boys think you¡¯re too good for us country folk, but tonight you¡¯re going to chance your mind!¡±
There was a sharpness, a sternness, a real strictness in Jeb¡¯s voice now. Aaron was scared. He did not open his mouth again. The truck plowed down the dirt road kicking up lots of dust as it traveled. They were almost at Jeb¡¯s house. The lights could just begin to be seen down the distance.
Aaron was scared now.
And well he should be.
Aaron was alone this time. Paw was not there. He was alone and he was with a man who was promising to spank his bare ass raw.
No wonder Aaron was scared.
To be continued . . .
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Note to several MMSA Stories readers who wrote recently. Yes, Aaron is real and so are the rest of those I am writing about. This all took place the summer prior to my beginning to write it up. Jeb is, and has been for a long time, a good friend. He and Aaron are the source and, yes, I am still in touch with and know them both.