After the whipping in the mountains, Jim and I got along really well for a really long time. I was pretty careful not to upset him and to do pretty much what he wanted. It was a few months later than we were planning another backpacking trip. So that we could get an early start, Jim suggested that I stay over his house so we could leave directly in the morning. I came over in the early evening, and we went down to a local tavern to watch a baseball game and have a few beers. One of his other friends came in and start watching it with us and that was where the problem arose since it usually upset me when Jim started ignoring me, or at least, I thought he started ignoring me.
By the time we left, I was fuming. I was driving pretty dangerously and Jim told me he was getting scared so that I just slow down. He was trying to be cool because he didn't want to start our trip on a down note. We finally got back to his house, went up to his room, stripped to our shorts, and climbed into our beds. After a few minutes, I started to feel guilty so I told Jim I was sorry.
"You should be sorry," he said, "You could have hurt us really bad."
"I know, I'm really sorry....I shouldn't have done it."
There was a few minutes pause. "What do you think we should do about it" Jim asked.
I didn't know what to say for a moment. Finally, Jim said, "Here we are starting on a trip and you're already out of hand. Are you going to do it on the trip?" I said I didn't know.
"Don't you think you deserve a spanking for acting so childishly?"
I knew he was right but sure didn't want a spanking right now. "I'm sorry" was all I offered. "Well, I think I'd better spank you. Don't you think we should get your spanking out of the way so you don't have to worry about getting it during the trip?"
I thought about it for a moment. "No, please don't spank me, Jim"
There was a pause for a few moments. "I think you know I have to, let's do it now," Jim said, calmly. I laid there for a moment waiting for some direction.
"Well, get up and come over here." Jim said. I climbed out of the bed and came over to his bed, where he was sitting up. He sat on the edge of his bed in his boxer shorts. "Go get the belt from my jeans by my desk."
I went over to the desk and picked up Jim's jeans from the back of his desk chair. His pretty well worn belt, which he had used several times on me before, was on the jeans and I slipped it out of the loops, doubled it up and brought it over to Jim.
He took the belt and laid it beside him on the bed. "Okay, get over my knees."
I climbed over Jim's lap and he adjusted me so my butt was just over his right thigh. He was just in his boxer shorts so I was actually laying across his bare skin. Since he was pretty modest and didn't want my bare skin against his bare skin, he decided to leave my boxer shorts up, I guessed. "I'm really sorry I have to do this" he said and then he picked up his belt and started spanking me really hard with it. WHACK! Ooh! WHACK! Ooh! WHACK Ow! WHACK Ow! Ow! WHACK! WHACK! IT hurts! WHACK! Oh WHACK Oh Oh WHACK Please WHACK Please WHACK! At this point, I was starting to move around on Jim's lap a bit so he told me to hold still and take my medicine I had coming. I gritted my teeth and tried to take it better. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK But it was too hard so I started begging Jim to let up. Of course, it didn't seem to do any good, Jim just kept spanking away with that belt. After twenty five swats, I was promising all kinds of things, kicking my legs around, but Jim had me good and kept whaling away.
"Okay, get up!" I was really happy to get up. I started to go back to bed, but Jim stopped me, "Go stand in the corner, face to the wall and wait a few minutes until I decide if you have had enough." I did what he said, standing in the corner, butt really aching. I rubbed it and he didn't say anything.
After a few minutes, Jim told me to turn around. He was standing by his bed and he told me to come over and climb back over his lap. I did it. Then he said he wasn't sure I'd learned my lesson. I laid there waiting for the first stroke of his belt. It didn't come. "You know, I can't get much force into the licks when you're over my knee. How else do dads spank their sons?" I thought about saying I didn't know but decided against it. "Well, some make them lay over the bed, Some make them bend over, I guess." Jim told me to get up. He pointed at his bed with the doubled up belt "Lay down there, hurry up." He said.
I laid on the bed face down and he quickly laid into me with his belt again, WHACK WHACK this time staking really full swings. Since I was not over his knee and he was able to take full swings, it was hurting a lot more. In fact, this was the first time he had whipped me with the ability to take really full swings (although it was not the last) and he suddenly realized it was a better way to do it. This time, Jim gave me another 25 swats, on the boxers, and it hurt five times as much as when I was over this knee, although it wasn't quite as embarrassing. Finally, after I was begging him to stop and yelping good, he dropped his belt on his desk and send me back to bed. That licking lasted for the whole backpacking trip and we had a good time.