Neil and Kyle were feeling very sorry for themselves. Their bums were both extremely red and sore following their beatings that they had just received for their rough play. I called all the boys out of the pool, and told them it was time to start preparing supper. The sun had set, and I told the boys that we were going to have a barbeque (or "braaivleis" as it is called in South Africa). This pleased them. I decided that the boys should cook, and that I would just supervise what was taking place. I sent Ernest and Michael to the kitchens to fetch the meat, breadrolls and potatoes, and told Brett and Sandy to gather wood for the fire.
Pretty soon, all was in hand. The fire had been started and the food had been fetched. We were sitting round the fire, all of us still naked, enjoying the freedom of it on a warm African summer evening. The boys started getting restless though, as youngsters can never just sit and relax as adults are able to do. Michael asked me to discuss the rights and wrongs of masterbation with them. I looked at them all, and told them at all boys and most men masturbate frequently. It was a perfectly normal part of manhood. I told them that certain things required privacy and that they must obviously be discreet about these things. I noticed that some of the boys were starting to get hard as we spoke about it, and my _c_o_c_k_ had started to swell as well. Brett looked at me and asked about group wank sessions. I told him that that was fine if all were in agreement. It was important to know that we were no different to the rest of our peers.
By this stage we were all getting hard, as the thought of _s_e_x_ and related subjects does for most guys. I decided to take the initiative, and started softly rubbing my own penis. Pretty soon all of us were rock hard. Brett suggested a game whereby we would all give it all we had got, until the first guy came. We would then all keep wanking, and the first and last guys to come would each receive a hiding, three each from the other guys. This means that the first and last to come would receive 24 strokes, and I was to be included in the hidings, if I came first or last. We all agreed. The only condition was that because Neil and Kyle had already been caned, the canings for tonight would only take place first thing in the morning, in case they had to be beaten again.
I could see that the holidays if they stayed on this trend were really going to be superb. Pretty soon we were all getting close to coming, but trying desparately not to. As it happened, Kyle was the first to come. Great spurts of white come burst from his rigid penis. He was in for another hiding. The guys revved him, and we all sped up the pace now, desperately trying not to be the last. Almost simultaneously we all started coming. The last to start, though, by common consent was Craig. We joshed him as well.
By now though, the fire was ready and we started cooking. Craig and Kyle, though they played along with the fun that was taking place were clearly contemplating what they had to look forward to first thing the next morning.
We went to bed early, all tucked in by about 9:30. There was ongoing banter to Kyle and Craig. Before going to bed myself, I rubbed some soothing ointment into Kyle and Neil's stripes. It was wonderful to feel the smoothness of their young backsides and to be able to rub the cream into them. I felt myself getting hard again. The next morning, by about 6:30 we were all awake and it was agreed that Craig would be the first to get spanked. I brought my cane, and we agreed that the beating would be done alphabetically for both Craig and Kyle.
Brett took the cane in his hands and flexed it and took a few practice swishes to test the weight. Craig lay face down on his bed, and Kyle sat across his shoulders facing the boy who was delivering the strokes. His penis lay across the middle of Craig's shouders.
Brett started, and firmly and quickly laid three very hard strokes across Craig's bare bum. They were over almost before they had begun, and three weals were evident. Craig howled and struggled to keep back the tears. Brett passed the cane on to Colin.
Colin was a tall, 14 circumcised and absolutely delightful to look at. he had light brown pubic hair, curling up towards his navel. He has otherwise hairless. He took the cane and almost in slow motion brought a stroke down across the other strokes. Craig yelped. Again it came down, this time across the top of his thighs, and then finally across the very top of his bum. Eagerly Ernest took the cane from Colin.
Ernest, too, subscribed to the school of quick lashes. Three very quick strokes landed almost all together at the top of Craig's bum. After nine strokes, you can see thyat Craig was now battling to hold back the tears. Francis took the cane, and laid it on the bed next to Craig. He ran his right index finger across ech of the strokes in turn, lightly pressing into each of the ridges. This pressure was too much for young Craig, and the tears now flowed unrestricted. Francis picked up the cane and like a true showman took a few practice swishes, right next to Craig's right ear. SWISH!! the first stroke landed across the other marks. SWWISSHH!! SWISSHHH!! the other two strokes landed. I took the cane now and Craig begged me to go lightly on me. I have been accused of many things, but never of being gentle during a caning. I told Craig that I would cane him as if it was during one of my normal sessions. He gulped, and waited for the strokes to fall. CRRAACK!!! The first one fell with great force. CRRAACCKK!! the second one landed. CRRRAAACCCKKK!!! The third one brought the first line of blood from Craig's bum.
Michael was keenly waiting the cane. Gently he tapped it to the blood mark I had opened and swished it down three times hard in the same general area. Neil followed, his _c_o_c_k_ rock hard. he was very excited by what was happening. I looked at the marks on his own bum from the previous night. I am sure that he was glad he was not getting more himself. WHHAACK. WHHAACCKK. WHHAACCKKK!! The three strokes followed swiftly. I walked over to the sobbing child and ruffled his hair. Gently I kissed him on the top of his head and told him that he was brave and that there were only three to go. Sandy took the cane, and drew it back. WHHAACCKK!! the first one was probably the hardest so far. WHHAACCKKK!! the second followed, and finally WHHHAAACCCKKK the last landed in the middle of Craig's bum. He lay on his bed, sobs wracking his little body. He was in ernomous pain. i ribbed his back. "I'M OK, he said. Just leave me for a few moments! I's sure that Kyle will bleed and cry more than I have." We looked at Kyle who was pale, and I am sure was wishing that he had not agreed to take what was now due.
We told him to lie on his bed, and told Craig to come and sit on his shoulders. He did so, and the blood from his bum ran onto Kyle's shoulders, emphasising to him what was to come.
Brett picked up the cane, and took it round to show it to Kyle. It had flecks of Craig's blood on it. "Just thought I would let you see this" said Brett. I looked at the boys and all of them were at least partially hard. Brett walked to his position and swung the cane. Three times it fell, and three times Kyle yelled in pain. Similar followed from both Colin and Ernest. Kyles bum was bleeding already, last night's stripes having opened up as well. Already Kyle was crying.
Francis took the cane and stepped back. He faced away from Kyle, and then spun around, swivelling 180 degrees. WHHHAAACCCKKK!! WHHHAAACCCKK!!, WHHAACCKKK!! The three strokes landed in quick succession. Kyle was sobbing now and begging us to stop. I ruffled his hair, and said "soon, we're half way there." I took the cane from Francis. I decided to be a bit gentle, and brought the cane down quickly at about three quarter force. Nonetheless, we could see that Kyle was really battling. Craig could see so as well, and was massaging Kyle's shoulders. Mike was not going to be gentle, though. WHAACCKK!!, WHHHAAACCCKKK!!! WHHHAAACCCKKKK!!! the three strokes bit into Kyles bare and freely bleeding bum. He howled in agony and begged uis to stop. "Neil and Sandy to go" I said, "just six more!"
Neil took the cane and drew it back. SWISHH, Swishh, Swish! Almost apologetically he brought the cane down. Even so, Kyle was almost at the end of his thether, and was now sobbing uncontrollably. Sandy was not so generous, though. WHHAACCKK!! WHAACCKK!!, WHHHAAACCCKKKK!!!! The final three landed.
I lifted Craig off Kyle's shoulders, and took Kyle's hands in mine and pulled him up from the bed. I put my arms around him, and hugged him to me. I gently rubbed his back and shoulders.
He sobbed into my shoulders. "I am going to be OK" he said, "And I sure look forward to getting my own back on the other guys."
"Indeed" I thought. "We have a long way to go on this holiday, and a lot to look forward to."