An Appropriate Punishment
By Aldric
Copyright 2018 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com,
all rights reserved
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story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It
contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not
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This
story depicts minors in unusual conditions
that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation.
Obviously,
this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In
the real
world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable,
tolerated, or
legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction
and real
life. This story is fictional.
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An
Appropriate Punishment
The
boy lay face down on top of a small picnic table
out in the middle of nowhere. He was naked. Or nearly so, as he wore
only a
belt. A black, 1-inch wide belt, around his waist. Other than that, he
had
nothing on.
He
turned his head and cringed as he saw us approach. He
wasn’t bound in any way. His arms hung over the sides of the table,
bent at the
elbows. His feet extended past the end. But nothing was holding him in
place. So
why didn’t he get up and run?
The
only words spoken as we approached came from
Riley’s little brother, Blake, who said, “What’s up with that kid being
naked?”
None of us answered him. The naked boy also didn’t volunteer an answer.
I
had just met the others yesterday at the camp ground
our families were staying at. Harper and Chloe, cousins, both fourteen
years
old; Brooklyn, who was fifteen and our undeclared leader, and Riley and
Blake. Riley
was my age, thirteen, and Blake was twelve. Oh, and me, I’m Karen.
We
were close enough to see that the belt had been
used. The boy’s butt was red, with several brighter red lines across
his butt
cheeks and the back of his upper thighs. Each line was the same width
as the
belt.
“Aren’t
you ashamed?” Brooklyn asked. “Out here in
front of us girls with nothing on?”
“Yes
ma’am,” the boy answered. Now that we were right
next to him I could see that his eyes were red from crying.
“Ma’am.
I like that,” Brooklyn asked. “So, if you’re
ashamed, why are you still here? You could have run the moment you
heard us. It
wasn’t like we snuck up on you. Not with Blake’s constant talking.”
She
was right. Blake was annoying. He talked almost
constantly, and never about anything important. But Riley said they had
to
stick together and if he had to go than so did she. I think Brooklyn
was fine
with that, but the rest of us liked Riley and so she stayed. And her
brother.
“I
can’t get up,” the boy said. “I’m being punished.”
Now
that was interesting. With those seven words we
had the beginning of a story. One that involved a naked boy about my
age. A
story I very much wanted to hear.
“For
what?” I asked.
“We’ll
find out the whole story,” Brooklyn said to me.
“But first, I want to know what threat could hold a little boy like
this to lay
naked in front of four girls.” She looked at the boy and asked, “So
tell us,
what happens if you get up?”
“Like
I said, I can’t get up,” the boy said. “Not
unless or until you release me. And I’m not a little boy, I’m almost
fourteen
years old.”
“Okay,
I release you. Or I will, if you tell us why
you are being punished.”
“I’m
being punished for humiliating my brother and his
best friend in front of some girls.”
“I
released you,” Brooklyn said. “Get up and tell us
the story.”
“I
can’t get up,” the boy said. “Not until you release
me.”
Brooklyn
looked annoyed. “Do you think this is funny? Are
you having fun?”
“No
ma’am. Look under the table.”
Blake
was the first to look. “Shit, look at that,” he
said.
“Don’t
swear Blake,” Riley said, but then she too saw
what he was looking at and said, “Damn.”
The
rest of us squeezed around and had a look.
The
table had a hole in the center of it, probably for
an umbrella. The boy’s penis poked through the hole. But there was a
ring attached
to the bottom of the table with three thumbscrews on it designed to
keep the
umbrella in place. The boy’s penis was through the ring and the screws
turned
to hold it in place. The boy wasn’t lying, he couldn’t get up.
“Talk,”
Brooklyn said as she sat on one of the benches
attached to the table. “Tell us who you are, and how this came to be.
Tell us
everything.” We all took seats around him. Except for Blake, who was
still
under the table.
“My
name is Caleb,” the boy began. “Yesterday, I
pantsed my brother Hunter and his best friend Wyatt in the pool at our
house
and then locked their suits in the house. There were four girls there,
and two
of the girls held Hunter and Wyatt and let the other girls have a good
look at
them. Not that it mattered much, they’re only eleven. They didn’t
really have
anything to see.” Suddenly Caleb stopped and squirmed, and then yelled,
“Please
don’t do that,”
“What
are you doing Blake,” Riley asked.
“I’m
making him hard,” Blake answered with a laugh. Caleb
yelled again.
“Get
out from under there and leave him alone,” his
sister told him.
“Yeah,
at least until he finishes the story,” Brooklyn
said. Then if the story isn’t interesting maybe we’ll let you continue.”
Blake
came out from under the table and gave a look to
his sister to show his dislike of her order. She ignored him, like me,
she
wanted to hear the story.
“Anyway,”
continued Caleb now that Blake was out from
under the table. “Wyatt, my brother’s friend, had his uncle visiting,
which I
didn’t know, and he has two older cousins, one about fifteen and the
other
maybe a little older. They got the table from his house and made me
pull it
here and then put me in it.”
“And
from the look of your butt, they used your belt
on you,” Harper said.
“No,
that was two boys who passed by here earlier. Boys
are allowed to spank me. Girls can free me.”
Blake
sat up and started paying more attention. “You
mean I get to spank him? With the belt?”
“Not
now, Blake. Maybe never,” Chloe said. I wondered
if she was thinking what I was thinking.
“And
now you hope we will release your, uh, penis from
under the table so you can get up and find your clothes,” I said. I was
so
hoping that I’d get to see his front as clearly as I could see his butt
that I
was willing to release him that instant.
“I
wish it were that simple,” Caleb said. “You have to
call my brother. My cell phone is over there.” He pointed to a tree a
few feet
away. “He’s name is Hunter and he’s in my contacts.”
“Why
do we have to call him?” Chloe asked. Now I was
sure she was thinking what I was thinking.
“You
don’t, but if you don’t I can’t leave. I have to
call him and he’ll come and secure me to the table again. And before
you ask, I
don’t know why he wants you to call him. But I’m pretty sure I won’t
like it if
you do.”
Without
saying anything to the rest of us, Brooklyn
got up and got the phone. Then she walked back towards the campground
far
enough to be able to speak without him, or us, hearing. She was gone
for I
guess about three or four minutes before she came back.
“He
wants to know if we think he’s had an appropriate
punishment for what he did. He confirmed everything Caleb told us.
He’ll listen
to any ideas we have to punish him further if we don’t think he’s been
punished
enough. I’ve already given him my suggestion and he’s approved it.”
“What
was that?” I asked.
“I’ve
seen boys naked before, its fun, but this time I
want more. I want to see him play with himself. And his brother said
that was
okay. How about you guys? Any ideas you want to bring forward?” She
held out
the phone and then added, “His brother Wyatt is listening.”
“I
want to spank him,” Blake said.
Brooklyn
held the phone to her ear. “He says okay, but
at his house. He said he’s already had the belt and he wants to
supervise it.”
“Can
I?” Blake asked his sister. “Please?”
“We
have to stay together,” Riley said. “I can’t let
you go wandering off alone.”
“Then
you come too,” Blake pleaded.
“He
said he pulled their suits off in front of the
boy’s friends,” Harper said. “I think some of his friends should see
what he
looks like.”
Again,
Brooklyn held the phone to her ear. “He says
that’s a good idea. He wants us all to come, and if any of us come up
with any
good ideas on our own we can present them in person.” She hit a button
to end
the call. “Blake, get under the table and let him loose.”
“Lefty
loosey, righty tighty,” Caleb said with fear in
his voice. “Please don’t go the wrong way.”
“What?”
Blake said. “I don’t understand.”
“He
said to turn the screw things to the left to
loosen them,” Brooklyn said to him. “Don’t make them any tighter or he
won’t be
the only boy getting spanked on his bare butt.”
Blake
still looked confused, but also fearful that
Brooklyn might be serious.
“As
you look at them, turn the top to the left in
order to loosen the screws,” his sister said. “Lefty loosey. Got it?”
“I
guess,” Blake said as he scrambled under the table.
“Don’t
guess, get it right,” Brooklyn said. “Or you’d
better be able to outrun me. Your sister won’t be able to save you from
a
spanking if you get it wrong.”
Whether
he guessed right or knew how to do it I don’t know,
but he did get the three thumbscrews turned enough to allow Caleb to
pull his
dick up through the hole in the table.
“Role
over on your back with your hands behind your
head and let us have a look at you,” Chloe said.
Caleb
blushed, but did as she directed. My first look
at a real, live, teenage boy. And I liked what I was seeing. The hair
on his
head was blond, but the hair around his penis was a light brown,
matching his
eyebrows. And it didn’t hide his penis or the sack that held his
testicles; the
hair was too thin and sparse to do that. While I watched, his penis
twitched,
and I could see it getting bigger.
It
quickly went from something the size of my thumb to
something I guessed was over four inches long and bigger around then my
thumb. I
couldn’t resist, I had to touch it, to feel it. I reached out, and it
jerked
even more the minute my hand made contact.
“Good
idea Karen,” Brooklyn said to me. “You do it
instead of him doing it to himself.”
My
hand still gripped his penis. It felt odd in my
hand. “Do what?” I asked.
“Give
him a handjob,” she said to me. “I think boys
call it jacking off. He’ll love it, and it looks like you will too.”
“I,
uh, don’t know how. I’ve never touched a boy
before.”
“I’ll
do it,” Caleb said, reaching for my hand with
his.
“No,”
Brooklyn said firmly. “Tell her how to do it. You
don’t get to. Put your hand back behind your head and tell her what to
do.”
If
Caleb’s face was red before, it almost glowed now.
He hesitated, looking like he might cry. But he gave me instructions.
“Don’t
hold it so tight. Slide your hand up and down
the shaft. Yeah, like that, maybe a little slower for now.”
I
was spellbound. I held a thirteen-year-old boy’s
penis in my hand as he gave me instructions on how to masturbate it,
all while
four other girls looked on. And one boy. I saw out of the corner of my
eye that
Blake had moved in close to watch too.
Caleb
clenched his fists, and he started lifting his
hips. “A little faster now, please, faster.”
I
sped up, and a moment later he gasped for air one
time, and then he relaxed as burst after burst of greyish-white stuff
shot out
of his dick and onto his belly. After several bursts, more ran down
from his
pee hole over my hand. I let go immediately as soon as the stuff
touched my
skin.
Harper
laughed out loud. “For crying out loud, it’s
just cum,” she said to me. “You haven’t been poisoned. Just wipe if off
on
something.”
“Wow,”
Blake said from right next to me. He reached
out and touched one of the spots where the stuff had landed on Caleb’s
belly.
“Maybe
Karen will do it to you now,” Chloe said to
him.
“Even
I’d like to see that,” Riley said.
“Yeah,
we all would,” Brooklyn said. “Pull down your
pants and let her do it.”
“No
way is she touching me,” Blake said, backing away.
“And I’m not taking off my pants.”
The
other girls all laughed, Blake’s sister. Me too. Blake
was twelve, and in my mind, I was thinking how nice it would be to have
him and
Caleb next to each other so we could compare them. Then Harper and
Chloe
advanced on him, and he backed away, only to back into Brooklyn, who
grabbed
him around the waist and lifted him so his feet were an inch off the
ground. I
looked at Riley to see what she would do, but she was smiling. I think
she
wanted to see her brother without pants too.
“Let
me go,” Blake said as he struggled to get free. He
tried to kick as Harper grabbed for him, but she got one leg and her
cousin the
other.
“Come
over here Karen,” Brooklyn said to me. “Undo his
pants. You know you want to.”
And
I did. Blake was crying now and threatening to
tell his parents when he got back to the campground. I looked at Riley,
and she
nodded at me.
“He
can tell. But the four of us will deny doing
anything to him and there won’t be any evidence. He has been rather
annoying
all day, and I think he has this coming to him.” She paused before
saying,
“Unless you’re scared.”
I
was, kind of, but I was excited too. I knew I’d wet
my panties. I wanted to see him, so I worked the button on his shorts
and then
tugged them and his white briefs to his knees. Brooklyn and the cousins
carried
him to the table, where Caleb was more than happy to make room for him.
“Untie
his shoes and use the laces to tie his hands to
the side,” Brooklyn said.
Riley
and I did that, one on each side. Once his hands
were secured, Harper and Chloe pulled his pants and underwear
completely off
and tossed them aside. Brooklyn went to Caleb and had him take the belt
he was
wearing off. She used it to hold his legs by wrapping it once around
each ankle
and then passing it through the space between the slates and putting
the two
ends together.
Blake
was now wearing just a shirt, which Harper
unbuttoned and tucked the loose ends under his back. He was then
essentially
naked. His penis was pointed up, but it curved to the right a bit. It
was
longer than I expected; not as long as Caleb’s, but still a good four
inches
long. And he had s small collection of hairs just around the base of
his penis.
“Go
ahead and do to him what you did to Caleb,”
Brooklyn said to me. She said it in a conversational tone, but it still
sounded
like a command to me. I suddenly worried that if I didn’t do as she
said it
could be my turn on the table next.
“Don’t
touch me, don’t touch me,” Blake said as I
approached. He quieted down as soon as I did touch him. In a few
seconds he was
moaning softly. And like Caleb before him, soon he was arching his back
and
clenching his fists as I sped up my movements, before his penis fired
out three
white and watery bursts of what Harper said was cum. This time, I let
go before
any dribbled out onto my hand.
“There
now, that wasn’t so bad, was it,” Riley said to
him.
“You,”
Brooklyn said to Caleb. “Grab the front of the
table and take us to your house.”
“Are
you going to untie me first?” Blake asked.
“If
you can stay quiet and behave for once, we’ll
untie you when we get there,” Chloe said to him as Caleb started
pulling the
table with Blake tied to the top.
But
with Blake tied to the top, it was proving very
difficult for Caleb to drag the table, and we were making slow
progress. I
thought they might untie Blake, who’s penis was still erect, but
instead Harper
and Chloe each took one of the seats and helped pull. With their
combined
effort, our pace picked up to a normal walking speed, and in about
twenty
minutes or so Caleb slowed as he was continuously looking around.
Through
the trees I could see glimpses of houses. Brooklyn
let him dawdle for a few minutes, but then told him to just hurry up
and move
forward. More afraid of her than being seen, he did, and five minutes
later we
were in his back yard. There was a nice pool there, and two boys that I
guessed
were Caleb’s brother and friend, and two girls my age or a little older.
Introductions
were made, the two girls were from
Caleb’s class in school, and he had to stand there with his hands
behind his
head and allow them to see him naked and erect. And once they’d seen
enough of
Caleb they turned their attention to Blake, who was still tied to the
table. Caleb’s
brother, Hunter, asked if we had thought of any other punishments for
Caleb. But
with our attention on Blake, none of us had even thought about it.
Riley and I
untied Blake once the other girls were done looking at him and teasing
him.
We
were invited to stay and use the pool, except that
none of us had suits and none of us were will to swim without
them—except
Blake, who was naked anyway. As I watched Caleb and Blake in the pool
with
Caleb’s brother and friends, I wondered what it would be like to swim
naked, or
maybe just in my panties. If Hunter and Wyatt weren’t there, I think I
might
have been brave enough to try.
We
had lunch with them, but shortly afterwards Hunter
said his parents were due home and they had to let Caleb dress and we
had to
take Blake back with us.
When
we got back to where we had left Blake’s clothes,
his sister said, “If you keep acting up at home and behaving like a
child, my
friends and I will do this to you again. And I’ll make sure that your
friends,
boys and girls, get to see you too. Got it?”
Blake
promised he’d do better, but I had my doubts,
especially seeing how he behaved the last two days of my stay at the
campground. Riley and I exchanged phone numbers, and she promised me
she’d text
me if she ever dared carry out the threat she made to her brother. And
as she
said it, he yelled “Look out,” as a ball he had thrown into the air
came down
and hit Riley on the shoulder.
“I
think it will happen soon,” she said. Then it was
time for me to go.
I
heard from Riley two weeks later, and she texted me
that poor Blake was left naked a mile from home in the company of five
of his
friends, two boys and three girls, and that he promised again to behave.
I
still have the memories of Caleb and Blake, and each
time I see I boy I like I try to picture how they would look naked. I’d
like to
go back to the campground and see Caleb again. Especially if I can
convince my
parents to go to the campground again in June when Riley and Blake
would be
there. It sure would be nice to see how much Blake had changed since
last year.
Development wise, I mean. If he’s still the same brat he was last year,
it
would make for a good reason to check him out again. And I’d have to
come up
with a way to see Caleb again too.
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