Chapter
8
I found an appropriate
enough tree stump and sat down. "Over here, boy," I said,
pointing to my lap.
Roger planted the axe
firmly into another stump, stood up and stretched out from his task.
Gee, he was good looking like that: he wasn't bristling with muscle,
but was trim enough. His skin glistened with his sweat (there is
something about sweaty men that turns me on - to look at, not to
smell). Of course, being completely naked except for his shoes may
also have something else to do with this picture.
Obediently, he walked
towards me and stood with has hands laced in front of him. No, he
wasn't trying to hide his penis. He was far beyond that shame. This
was the little boy "hang your head in shame" pose and
I loved seeing him in it.
Once again, I pointed
to my lap and said, "Assume the position!"
As he bent over my lap
I could feel the wetness of his body. There was something sensual
about it. His penis was now hardening and I could feel it as it
expanded against my leg. Without words, we both readjusted our positions
so I could trap it between my legs. It felt like a hot metal cylinder
there.
Now that it came right
down to it, I felt funny. I really didn't know what to do. I had
never spanked anyone before. All my knowledge had come from books
and even they had few pictures or explained techniques. So I just
raised my arm and brought my palm down on his rear end. It made
the silliest splatting sound.
I'm afraid that Regina
and I spoiled the mood, or perhaps we created the mood by giggling.
I tried spanking him a couple of more times and the overall giddiness
enveloped us all.
"Do you think we
could do this without laughing?" Regina managed to gasp out
between chuckles.
I did settle down and
managed to administer a number of spanks until Roger's ass was a
nice pink shade. By this time my hand was hot, tingly and puffy.
I wondered how his butt must have felt.
"You want to take
over?" I asked Regina.
"Sure," she
said, "you just hold him there while I get something."
I had no idea what she
could possibly want as she got up and started looking around. I
was really concerned when she walked over to the stump to retrieve
the ax! However, she seemed to pay no attention to us as she scouted
the trees around our little clearing. Apparently she spotted what
she sought, and walked about 20 yards into the woods.
I could see her bend
down and hack away at something near the trunk of one of the trees.
She came back with a long skinny green stick about 6 feet long.
She stopped at the stump and chopped off its leafy top. She flexed
the remaining portion and swung it through the air with a swish.
I had already guessed,
but I had to ask, "What are you doing?"
"My cousins were
a terrible pair of boys. They were always getting into trouble.
This is how my uncle used to deal with them."
"You mean you watched
your cousins get spanked?"
"Well, only once,"
Regina acknowledged. "I was about 12 at the time. They were
13 and 11. We were down by my uncle's pond and they pushed me in.
My uncle said that since I was the injured party, I could get to
watch."
"Mmm, sounds like
fun." I added.
"Well, I didn't
get to see much. He pulled down their pants and they got over his
lap. All I saw was 'boy butt' but it was enough. Both of them had
nice stripes by the time he was done, and did they dance!"
"So, you plan on
putting some stripes on this bad boy's butt?"
"Well, a girl can
try, can't she?"
Regina stood in front
of me and raised her arm. It came down with a snap of her wrist.
The switch made a high-pitched whistle as it sliced through the
air terminating in a crack as it struck Roger's ass. It reminded
me of a lightening bolt striking.
"Yeow!" Roger
screamed. I felt him flinch and tighten on my lap. I raised my hand
to indicate to Regina that she should stop.
I investigated the welt
caused by the switch. It looked extremely sore and raw. Roger painfully
sucked air through his teeth as I gently traced it with my finger.
"I think we better take it a little easier," I suggested.
"OK, I'll just tickle
him with it."
Regina was reduced to
half swings, and by silent agreement, stopped after administering
only about a dozen strokes. Nonetheless, Roger's ass was rendered
as a pink canvas with darker, redder stripes crisscrossing their
way across.
"Get up," I
commanded. Roger stood stiffly. Well he got up stiffly, and something
else was not only stiff but also dripping. He moved his hands to
his butt and just held them there.
"Can I go back to
the lake?" He asked.
I was feeling sorry for
him, so I said "yes."
Roger waded out waist
deep in the cold water. I know he needed it. When he got back the
entire lower half of his body was pink with the cold, but the red
welts still stood out.
I whispered to Regina,
"I don't know about this. I don't want to do any permanent
damage to my property." As much as I liked playing with Roger,
I really didn't want to hurt him.
"Your property?"
Regina asked.
"Well, sort of.
I mean, there really isn't a romantic type relationship between
us. There's a kind of friendship, but ..." I hesitated. "Well,
he's sort of a toy, but not exactly either. I don't know. Maybe
pet is more like it. It's like he's sort of my pet."
Now that I thought of
it, exactly what was my relationship with Roger? He certainly wasn't
a boyfriend. Would I be jealous if he dated other girls? I didn't
know. I wondered what the other girls would think of our relationship.
Would they consider his nudity and his masturbation as a sexual
relationship between us? There was a certain sexuality about it,
but it wasn't the sex acts themselves that provided it. It was the
power I had over him that got me excited.
Then I wondered what
Roger thought our relationship was. That's the tricky part. One
never knows what goes on in a boy's mind. For him it probably was
sexual in its own way. He was getting excited, and he was getting
it off. I guess that's what was in it for him. Some of the readings
Professor Franklin suggested hinted at this: keep them coming and
they will be as docile as sheep.
Our interlude at the
lake gave me a lot of time to reflect on these thoughts. It wasn't
all dominance all the time. Regina, Roger and I had a great time
playing games, talking, eating and just hanging out. It would have
been a normal fun-packed getaway weekend if it weren't for the occasional
discipline or foot licking session, and the fact that Roger did
manage to stay naked up to minute we were ready to leave.
When we got back to campus,
we all went our separate ways. "Thank you for a great time,"
I told Roger.
"The pleasure was
mine," was his response.
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