It had been about three months since the time Ed had whipped the tar out of me when Brad was there with us. Since that time, we had gotten along well mostly because I did pretty much what he said, getting my chores done on time and when he told me to do them. So, I hadn't gotten any serious lickings ( I had gotten the paddle a couple of times) for three months and then one night Ed came home from work and when he came in he looked sort of angry. "Didn't I tell you to mow the lawn today, Matthew?" I didn't remember that he had told me and after my prior lickings it didn't seem like I would forget. I told Ed he had not told me to do it. When I told him this he said that he had left a note on my desk. I said that I didn't find any note. When I said this, his already brown face got darker, a usual sign of impending trouble. "Get out to the garage!" I stood glued to the ground for a minute, afraid once again of going out to the garage to get paddled by Ed. "let's go!" Ed insisted, "or do you want me to get the belt out?". With that, Ed and I started marching out to the garage, but along the way, I was still trying to convince Ed that he had not told me to mow the lawn. Ed would just say, "keep walking."
We got to the garage and Ed walked directly over to his workbench and without a word he took down the walnut paddle that he had made to paddle me with that was hanging on the wall there. It was a classic fraternity shape paddle, made out of solid hardwood, more than a half inch thick, about 3 to 4 inches wide and 2 feet long. Eddie popped it against his thigh a couple of times, making a loud crack, and then he told me to turn around and bend over. I still tried explaining that he had not told me to mow the lawn so I hadn't done anything wrong. "Its getting a lot worse for you, Matthew.just bend over and take your medicine like a man!" I finally figured that I was not going to talk him out of it so I might as well take my swats, even if I didn't deserve them. I turned around and bend over WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Before I could really even take a breath, Ed gave me a good dozen swats with the paddle, then he hung it back up on the wall.
"Are you going to mow the lawn the next time I tell you to?" he asked. I nodded. Just as Ed was starting to move towards the house, I added "But you didn't tell me to do it today." I guess that was a pretty stupid thing to say since the paddling was over and I probably was not going to get anything good from saying it. Ed did not say a word, he came back, reached over the workbench, and pulled down the paddle.
"Turn around and bend over!" I couldn't believe it! "Bend down!" he pointed to my ankles with the paddle. I turned around and grabbed my ankles again. WHAM WHAM WHAM "Please Ed, stop!" WHAM WHAM WHAM "stop!" WHAM! I was jumping around pretty good as the paddle was really reddening my butt and it hurt like the _d_i_c_k_ens. Finally, after a second hard dozen, Ed stood with the paddle in hand, popping it against his other palm, and told me to stand up. "Are you going to admit that I told you to mow the lawn or not?" I know I should just have admitted it but I really didn't think he had. told me or left a note. Ed had always been fair, even when he whipped me in the bathroom with his belt when Brad was there I had to admit that I deserved a licking, I just didn't want it administered while my friend was sitting in the living room. But Ed had always been fair and never given me an undeserved whipping. So I thought he would be fair now and listen. "You didnt' leave a note and you can paddle me all day, but I won't admit what didn't happen." Ed stood there for a minute looking at me, then he hung his paddle back on the wall. I thought maybe it was over and he was going to figure he had punished me enough, no matter what. I was wrong.
"Go into the house and get my belt out of the closet, Matthew." Ed said. I begged him not to make me go get the belt but he kept insisting. "Get the belt out of the closet and bring it out here, now!" I walked into the house and went into Ed's bedroom. I went into the closet and turned on the light, looking around for the belt. Now he hadn't actually specified a particular belt but he and I both knew exactly what belt I was to fetch for him. It was the belt used by Ed for serious whippings and the same one he had used on me a number of times in the past. So when I saw other belts hanging in the closet I didn't get them. At first I couldn't find the belt I was looking for but, then after a bit of rummaging around, I found it on the floor at the back of the closet, laying there, doubled up, ready for use. It was a brown leather belt, about 2 inches wide and it was pretty worn and supple. I picked it up, carefully, and it was as heavy as it always had been. I took it out the back door, across the yard, and into the garage. I walked up and handed it to Ed. Ed took the belt and held it in his right hand, hanging by his leg. He told me to take my pants down. I unbuckled my own belt, undid my jeans, and lowered them to about my ankles, standing in the garage before Ed in just my white jockey shorts. I looked at Ed and could see I was not going to get out of this. He told me to turn around. Then I turned around. Ed told me to bend over and grab on to the edge of his workbench. I had to lean forward to grab the edge of the workbench because I was about three feet away. When I did this, Ed told me to stick my butt out which I did, and I was positioned perfectly for him, with my butt jutting out in the right position for him to apply his belt. He waited for a minute and laid the belt on the workbench where I could see it.
"I'm going in the house for a few minutes, Matt, to give you a chance to think about this. You stay right in this position. When I come back either you admit you were told to do this job or I'm going to give you a really good whipping so you don't sit down for a week.!" As he left the garage, he gave me a good swat on the rump with his hand as he passed by.
He left me there and I thought maybe I should just say I got the note and was sorry. I then thought if I told him this, he might whip me for lying about it. I was trapped. I wasn't sure what to do. He gave me about twenty minutes to think about it before he came back in. He was smoking a cigar when he came back and he stood there looking at me while he puffed away on the cigar. I think it was one of the rum soaked ones that was really pungent. He didn't say anything for a bit, he just stood there by my side and puffed away while I was bent over in position., looking right at his brown leather belt laying there on the workbench. It was probably five to ten minutes before he spoke to me. At this point, I was really scared of the upcoming whipping, looking right at the belt and imagining how it was going to feel when Ed laid into my rump with it in a few moments. Every time I got the belt from Ed but it was always a pretty bad whipping that left me with a really sort butt for a number of days.
"I don't want to have give you a whipping, Matthew. But you've never lied to me before and I just can't accept your not owing up to what you did. I know it sounds corny, but this whipping is going to hurt me as much as you".
He took a few more puffs. I was staring right at his belt, knowing it was about to land all over my butt and I didn't know what to do. Just looking at it made my butt hurt. I was so scared of the upcoming whipping that I felt like crying. Finally, Ed sighed and laid his cigar on the edge of the workbench, and picked up his belt.
"Okay, Matt, what is it. Confession or a whipping? Did you get the note?" I decided not to lie, and told him I had not gotten the note. Without another word, Ed started taking these really hard swings, one after another, WHACK! WHACK WHACK! really whipping me harder than he had ever before. He was drawing his arm all the way back and really delivering the swats. Since my rear was already sore from the two dozen swats with his paddle, it didn't take more than a few licks with the belt before I began to sniffle and cry a bit, asking him to stop. WHACK WHACK "Oh, please stop Ed." After about eighteen swats, I started to stand up and put my hands on my aching butt. Ed told me to get back down or the whole session would start from the beginning.
At this point, Ed actually stopped for a minute and laid the belt back on the workbench, right in front of me. He picked up his cigar and relit it, puffing away for a minute or two. I was glad for the break.
"Okay, Matt, I guess I'm going to have to see what wear out first, your will and your butt or my arm. Do you understand that I am going to whip you with the belt until you admit that you got the note?"
I was crying at this point it hurt so bad so I just nodded. I really wanted to just admit it but part of my pride was still hanging on. Ed just sighed and put his cigar back on the bench, picking up the belt. WHACK WHACK The belt started raining all over my backside again. Ed's delivery was really accurate, he could land that belt anywhere he wanted to. Finally, after about another two dozen strokes with the belt, I started shouting that I got the note. Ed finally stopped and told me to get up. He said I could pull my pants back up and we walked into the house, without saying a word to each other I was rubbing my butt and Ed was quietly carrying his belt. When he got there, he told me to go into my room and go to bed. He went into his room to put the belt away.
After a few minutes, after I had crawled into bed and was laying there on my stomach, Ed came into the room. He looked sort of sad. He had a piece of paper in his hand. It was the note. He told me that he had written the note but left it on his dresser. Ed told me to get out of bed and when I did, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me really hard. Then he said he apologized and didn't know how to make it up to me He asked me to put my pants on and we went into the kitchen. He got me a beer and even gave me one of his cigars and we sat there for a bit smoking cigars and having a few beers. After Ed had had more than a few beers, he told me that we probably should talk about "repayment". I wasn't sure what he meant at first but then he told me that since he had paddled and whipped me for no reason, that it would only be fair if he got some of the same as "repayment."
After a few minutes, after I had crawled into bed and was laying there on my stomach, Ed came into the room. He looked sort of sad. He had a piece of paper in his hand. It was the note. He told me that he had written the note but left it on his dresser. Ed told me to get out of bed and when I did, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me really hard. Then he said he apologized and didn't know how to make it up to me He asked me to put my pants on and we went into the kitchen. He got me a beer and even gave me one of his cigars and we sat there for a bit smoking cigars and having a few beers. After Ed had had more than a few beers, he told me that we probably should talk about "repayment". I wasn't sure what he meant at first but then he told me that since he had paddled and whipped me for no reason, that it would only be fair if he got some of the same as "repayment."
"Okay, Eddie, go get your paddle and bring it here." With that, Ed walked out to the garage and brought back his paddle and handed it to me. He stood there, looking a little bit embarrased by this change of events. Ed had given me a good number of paddlings with this paddle and now I had the chance to introduce him to the business end of it. I'm not sure I ever held it before and I was sort of surprised at how heavy it felt.
"Okay, Ed, take down your pants and bend over the table." Ed looked like he was going to object to taking down his pants at first but I think he realized it didnt' make much sense to protest on modesty grounds. We had lived in this house together for a couple of years and not only had seen each other running about in underwear all the time but buck naked too. In fact, Ed usually sat around the house in his underwear so this was going to be no surprise show. Finally, Ed unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. He turned around and bent over the kitchen table. He reached out and grabbed the other side of the table so his butt was perfectly positioned at the edge of the table. I went over and pulled his white jockeys up a bit so they were tight over his cheeks and smoothed out the shorts so his cheeks were well presented for the paddle. The jockeys really stood out against his brown skin and made an easy target. I stood back and looked for a minute. At first, it seemed really strange to holding the paddle over Ed's backside as opposed to our normal position. After a bit, I took a good aim. The first whack was right across the center of both cheeks. It made a really loud SMACK but Ed didn't say a work or make a sound. I could tell he was going to try to tough this out. I gave him a second swat across both cheeks. He didn't say a word or make a sound but the force of the swat sort of pushed him up. When I gave him the third swat he made the slightest of sounds, sort of like a gasp. I continued to paddle him as hard as I could but Ed got through twelve swats without really crying out, just grunting here and there when I got in a really good lick. After the twelve swats, Ed started to get up, but I held him down, pressing in the small of his brown back with my hand, and quickly laid the paddle hard across his butt another six times or so. Then Ed told me that he thought that was sufficient repayment. I decided it was not probably wise to argue with him and even told him I would put the paddle back. Out of the corner of my eye, as I left the kitchen, I saw Ed rubbing his butt good as I went out to the garage.
That was the one and only time I ever got to apply anything to Ed's rear. Of course, I got a lot more whipping and paddlings from him but he never accused me of lying to him again.