I spent much of my life between the ages of 12 and 18 living in a village in rural England. I went to school there, I played there and I grew up there. From the very beginning I can remember fantasising about things, other lads my mates nude, being naked in front of those guys, being hit by them or girls in the b*lls, being forced into compromising embarrassing positions, being spanked and best of all any combination of the previous fantasies. Much of this fantasising derived from my putting myself in situations to realise these dreams and achieving many of them on a regular basis. Unfortunately my balls appeared a more popular target than my backside, and a kick in the wotsits is going to hurt which ever way you look at it, immediate pain no steady build up!!
My earliest experiences were fairly low key and arbitrary. In the summer of 1983, I group of us, mostly 12-13 years in age, from our village spent those long summer days playing around in the countryside. The best of times, gang warfare, football matches between groups of us, long cycle rides races, swimming in the local brook, junior cricket in the evenings. I often grouped up with a small gang, Matt (the leader), Jonny, Grah, Phil, Davie and me. Grah, Scraf and Davie were a bit younger, and not always around. The games were elaborate versions of hide and seak, using walkie talkies, or building dens. One of the best locations for a den was an island surrounded by a small wooded moat just outside the village, here we would divide into teams and have to try and capture the each other or each others base, the moat den was easiest to defend. We made spears, bows and arrows, anything to throw or fire at each other, they were never that effective!!
One evening, Matt, Jonny and I were the only ones left down at the moat, and Jonny, who was always a bit of an exhibitionist, used to jump into the moat, began pulling moonies (exposing his bum). Before long we have all done it a few times. Jonny always one to go that extra step, stripped of completely and ran around the outside of the island, leaving his clothes on the island, teasing us calling us both chickens. Matt who was always a bit aggressive and sensitive at the same time, I knew was getting bit annoyed, said I am going to thump him. I did not want a fight really, and definitely did not mind Jonny streaking around, this had not happened before, and I wanted to see more. So I suggested we hide his clothes, at which Matt chuckled and hid them, extremely well beneath leaves, it look just like the forest floor.
When he returned to the tree trunk bridge, we blocked him from crossing; this was a bit risky for him, cos it was the only section visible from the village. Anyway after making him beg for a few seconds, we let him on and then we made as if to leave crossing the bridge. Jonny had now realised clothes had vanished and was panicking. He begged and begged us to give his clothes, Matt said serves you right being a tosser. Now the apologies were flowing. Matt surprised me by smiling at me and saying to Jonny well it will cost you if you want them back, he said I have no money, what do you want from me. Matt had not answer to that and looked at me what shall we do with him, I suggested making walk nude back towards the village, No way. No well, thrash his arse that might teach him, now Jonny and Matt exchanged glances, Matt smiling and resignation sliding across Jonnys face. What with? he pleaded. There was little there to use, apart from my rubber flipflops or canes fashioned from hazel bushes. I showed Jonny my flipflops and Matt picked up one of the spears, three foot long 1 cm wide No way, Bend over Matt ordered Three each with that from both of us and then two each with this cane. Take it of leave it, thrashing or leave you here?
Jonny thought for a while, and bent over one of the fallen trees that lay across the island. I went first, whack, whack, whack, they were very firm, not too hard, but a nice sound, and he grunted a bit with each impact. Matt was more severe, really swinging WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. This received a more marked response, "Ow, Ahhhh, Owarrr, that hurts". Matt and I laughed. Matt held Jonny down, preventing his attempt to get up, he begged us to let him off the cane, but Matt said "No a deal is a deal2. I had never caned anyone before, so it was not severe, swishing the cane down just using the wrist, "Swuuish, swuish", we were both surprised, a neat red line upon his arse. Matt was also quite tentative "Swuuish, swuish", two red lines! Jonny yelped a bit during this, but after we let him go and him smiled at us after a while rubbing his arse, Jesus that hurt. We found his clothes and went back to the village.
He had a red arse for a couple of days, he did not show Matt fearing another session, but needed to show off to someone, and I was it. Not that I minded, I quite liked his nude camaraderie; also he kept saying my turn would come. Depending on where we were and who with, this would lead to a wrestling session rather than a fight, that I used to win, pinning him down and smacking his butt for effect a couple of times. After I had done this once, I pulled his pants down the next times, two slaps on the bare arse. We always finished laughing, and with him saying his time would come. He was a year younger than Matt and I, and I could tell his growing spurt was starting, he was catching up with me. We would never probably be more than evenly matched, but he was getting stronger. Thereafter Matt used to threaten Jonny with another thrashing when we three were alone, and he was messing around irritatingly. This made Jonny back off a bit, but he always tried to involve me in baiting Matt. I did not involve myself, whilst a bit tempted and I was cautious. Matt had never threatened me so far.
Towards the end of the summer, Jonny and I were both alone at the moat just wearing shorts and flipflops. As usually we ended up wrestling a few times. Jonny received his customary WHACK, WHACK, from my hand across his arse. I decided then to let him win the next wrestle. After one minute of struggling, he managed to stand on my foot, and I tripped forwards, and he landed sat on my back, I could not lift him. He slid his hand down and lowered my shorts and pants WHACK, WHACK, as quick as you like. He laughed, and said do you know how many times you have spanked me?" I did not, he pulled out a small notebook, and opened a record of his spankings this summer starting with the one he had had from Matt and I, and the ten since. I was a little worried, how many was he going to give me? Payback he chuckled. He started WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. How is that he laughed? I was quite enjoying the whole thing, but I called him a git. He started again, but this time harder. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. I was sure that my arse was a beginning to turn red. I could feel him moving about on my back, so tried to lift him, no avail, but he had removed my flipflop, Six of the best he laughed. Hay Matt gave you some of those" I accused him, but he retorted "I am never going to get revenge on Matt, so you will do!".
The flipflop landed "WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACKOw, WHACKAhhhh, and finally WHACKOwarrr, that hurts". He was anything but tentative; I suppose if you have received it, then you know how much someone can take? Anyway he lay forwards on me and said "Red arse, how was that!! You wait till I tell Matt". Well I begged him not to tell, with a sinking feeling as to what this going to lead to. His silence was going to cost, my bending over the tree trunk and taking a caning, six of the best not four, and then the piece de la resistance he wanted me to stopped chickening out of baiting Matt, I wanted me to put myself in line for a thrashing from Matt. We comprised a bit, he would allow me two weeks for my butt to recover its normal shade of white and I had to pose nude showing my stripes for some polaroid photos! I got up, and he pointed to the tree trunk. "Swuuish, swuish, swuuish, swuish, swuuish, swuish, and red lines all over!" Jonny laughed. On reflection he was as tentative as Matt and I were with him. I yelped a lot during my caning. The following day, he came around and I posed nude, bent over my pillows on the bed, over the end of the bed, over my desk and kneeling bent over the back of a chair touching the floor. He promised to keep them to himself, I asked him why he wanted them, then I had a shock, he and his parents were moving house away from the area. When, in four weeks, he said "Ill remember this" shaking the photos and then "you will still have time to get some from Matt!!" For the next few nights I slept on my side, we chatted on walkie talkies as usual, and I used to moonie at him out of my bedroom window and him me, our backgardens faced each other. School had restarted and so there was less time, but he kept his word and had not told Matt. I was going to have to keep mine!
I was disappointed and annoyed that once we had reached this stage of him punishing me he was leaving the village, a metaphorical pain in the arse. At this time a new lad appeared in the village, his family were moving into Jonnys, but were staying a caravan park, close to the village initially. Spence was a bit of dick really, he hung around with Woodie (a guy from another gang in the village), Eggie, Loftie (who lived in town) and Charlie (who live in the next village). We were all in the final year of intermediate school (of to high school next year). Anyway Woodie, Eggie and Loftie were all a bit bigger and stronger than Charlie, Spence, Me and most people or that matter. Matt and I did not hang around at school; mainly he went around with the football team and ignored me and definitely Jonny. Woodie, Eggie and Loftie had this thing they used to do to smaller kids, pick them up one person on each leg and then either 1. Pull them either side of a lamppost or netball post squashing the unfortunates b*lls. This was called posting. 2. Pull the legs a wide as possible. This was called legstretching. Normally someone nearby took advantage half way through and kicked your b*lls. I think Charlie, Spence were definitely into this, either receiving or participating. They use to do it to smaller kids from the lower years, and yes Jonny although not that small received this. Woodie, Spence and Charlie, were regulars for doing the kicking during a legstretch. They had only been doing this since the beginning of term, and already the headmaster had warned people against doing it. But during lunch and break times, there was no real control.
Still two week to go until my date with Matt and baiting him into spanking me! And Four weeks until Jonny moved. My first encounters with Spence, were aggressive, with him trying to play hit me, we did not not like each other, he was just trying to suss me out. On leaving the bus Wednesday night, we went up the back way to the caravan on our own and he tripped me and I tripped him, I was teasing him calling him gypo, we wrestled each other to the floor, and as I got the upper hand, he grabbed my balls, and then he squeezed hard, I rolled on my back he knelt on my chest and squeezed again, agony!! He let go and punch them firmly, and said "next time Ill ripped them off!!" We carried on to his caravan and we said nothing more about it, but there had been a power shift, he had the upper hand!
Friday, saw an amusing moment for me, Jonny got both posted and legstretched at lunchtime, with all three Woodie, Spence and Charlie landing kicks. He was not best pleased and sulked away. He had been asking for it before hand!! Spence saw me watching nearby, and came over, with the others following. We all chatted and laughed at Jonnys predicament, Charlie got a bit cheeky with Loftie, and so "posting time". I got to help with one leg. This was all quite a laugh, I got the impression Charlie was after this, but was a bit disappointed with a posting rather than the legstretch and kicking Jonny had received. But Woodie, Eggie and Loftie decided whether anyone got done and how! Apparently the others made suggestions, but it depended whether they were interested. Spence asked me "Have you ever been done like that?"
"What posted?" I asked. "Either". I had not had either, Eggie came behind me pinning my arms and asked what I should receive. Eggie and Loftie were opting for posting, whereas Woodie, Spence and Charlie wanted a good leg stretching. Before a decision could be made, the bell went for the end of lunch and teachers arrived to lead us in. "Monday posting for you" Loftie and Eggie gestured. I laughed, and Woodie said not worried are you well a leg stretch as well. They all agreed at that. Spence teased me about this all afternoon lesson, we sat at the back, and so he punched me groin under the table, nothing too hard. Charlie sat one desk in front found this very funny and when we were doing group work in threes, tried unsuccessful to kick me, his toes reached my b*lls but not firmly enough, me trapping his foot with my thighs.