An Appropriate Punishment

By Aldric

Copyright 2018 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
 
Comments may be made to Pietar@spamex.com
 
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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