Date: Wed, 11 May 2005 08:40:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mouse
Subject: Mouse's Life: Part 11- Ethan and Jims' Cabin Spanking

Author's note:  These are the true chronicles of my life in spanking.
This chapter takes place three summers ago when I was 12.  To fully
understand the characters you should first read of their introduction in
Chapter 10 at summer camp.  My description takes place in Chapter 1, The
Pool.  If you do not enjoy the art of spanking then maybe this one is not
for you.  All others enjoy to the max!



I could hardly eat lunch.  The butterflies in my stomach felt more like
drunken bats bouncing off dark cave walls.  Not sure if it was the
excitement of the first day of camp or being whipped and felt up only
minutes ago by Ethan on my bunk.  Then....

Whop!  (No not what you are thinking) I was abruptly brought back into
reality having to wipe a gob of mashed potatoes out of my right eye.
Everyone at the table broke up laughing except for Ethan who was
over-innocently concentrating on his plate.  Normally at 12, I would have
retaliated, but something else crossed my mind and I decided he would pay
dearly for that - later.

After lunch, we all trotted back up to the cabins for rest-hour, just
sitting around letting our bellies settle down after the big Sunday
meal.  Right after we would have waterfront period and the whole Hawk
unit would use the swim and boating area on our lake.

As waterfront period approached, everybody started stripping to get into
their trunks for the deep water and boat swim testing.  This is when I
got my first good view of everyone's dick and balls.  Ethan's was just a
little larger than mine and he also had no hair.  The best part was his
butt.  Not his sexy cheeks, but all his welts from an obvious whipping.
The bruises where like those on his legs except more prominent.  There
was a yellow tint on the edges of the bruised stripes that meant they
were healing and a few days old now.  I wanted to ask him all sorts of
questions, but didn't know how to bring it up.

"Hey look!  Mouse has a boner!!!!" Screamed Jim-the-nerd.

Crap. I got busted for the second time that day. I turned and finished
putting on my Speedo.  I was the only one not in trunks.  I liked showing
off the fact that I was on a swim team and didn't care about the
butt-hugger comments that my team suit brought me. I ignored the boner
comment as I always had.

The swim tests and the rest of the day passed without incident until
shower time.  The showers were an open area in the back of the bathroom
attached to cabin number six.  It was after 9:00 p.m. when we all went in
and laid our towels on the sinks.  There were only five working showers
so we all had to double up.  I didn't know if I could control Big Ed in a
crowded shower room of cute eleven and twelve year old guys.  Big Ed has
his own agenda and seems to get hard when the wind blew just right and
even when it didn't.

Ethan partnered up with me right away and I got a good long close up look
at his body and his welts.  He also was checking me out using the corner
of his eye.  Nobody would have noticed this tactic unless they do it all
the time too.  And then Ed appeared. (Naked old Nuns, Dead Kittens!)
Nothing was working and Big Ed popped out to say hello to all of cabin
seven.

There were a few giggles, but no body said anything.  Slowly, like the
spreading flu, most of the guys were hard.  Some tried in vain to hide
their erections.  Ethan didn't.  He turned and arched his back and head
into the stream of water to rinse the shampoo out of his eyes.  His boner
on display for all of us to freely gawk at.  We were all circumcised, and
Ethan's seemed to be shaped the best.  His nipples were small and dark
brown. He had a small innie belly button, nice round balls and about 3
inches sticking up and out rock hard.  A cat couldn't scratch it.  I
watched the water stream down his tight tan stomach and waterfall over
his penis.  I didn't care who noticed my erection at this point.  That
ship had already sailed.

When we got back to the cabin, Pete, our worthless counselor was putting
on his aftershave and getting ready for his "outing" with Freddie his
best friend.  He didn't even stay to see us into our bunks.  This was too
cool.

I was wondering how to bring up the spanking subject to Ethan again when
the 'incident' happened that changed my plans for the evening.  Jim
number two had a cap full of bleach that he was about to use on his
tennis shoes to work out a stain when Ethan thought it would be funny to
smack the cap of bleach into Jim's face.

Jim fell to floor screaming and swearing up a storm.  I never heard of
some of the words he called Ethan, oh, and Ethan's mother for giving
birth to him.  Some of the bleach had gotten into Jim's eyes.  I grabbed
my canteen off of the shelf and opened it and doused Jim's eyes with
water and ease the pain.

This was my fifth summer here and with expert knowledge of every skill in
camp had earned me a kind of respect.  The kind I didn't get during the
school year.  Here I was-- 'The Mouse.'

"All right knock it off! Every body in there bunks or I am going to tan
your butts with my crop!"

I couldn't believe my eyes, but every boy, even the bigger boys,
scrambled for their beds afraid of the 'Wrath of Mouse.'

"Except for you two," I said pointing out Jim and Ethan. "Both of you go
out side and sit by the ping-pong table and do not make a sound until I
come for you."

Both Jim and Ethan obeyed me without question and walked out into the
night toward the distant ping-pong table to await their fate.

The cabin was dead silent as I turned toward all the boys who sat in
their under wear on their bunks.  I just winged it and took charge.

"Look, it is obvious we are our own bosses here and if Jack (our camp
director) had got wind of this he would of split up our cabin like he did
at the end of last year."

Scotty spoke up right away; "I think we should kick the new kid out."

Some of the others mumbled agreement.  Then I brought forward my plan.
Ok, it was not really a plan, but it became one as I spoke.  I have the
gift to captivate and command an audience. I was in my element now.

"No, I don't think we oughta give Jack any ideas that we can not get a
long, so we should deal with this our selves. We have the perfect cabin
again and the perfect counselor who is never here. So...I say we punish
both of them."

"Yeah! Spank their butts good;" screamed Scott.

Doug started making spanking sounds on his sexy bare legs. All the others
fired up ideas on how to spank them.  I couldn't get over the enthusiasm
of the cabin for corporal punishment.  I was ready for everyone to say I
was weird or crazy.  We put it to a vote.

I stood in the middle of the dimly lit cabin and surveyed my bunkies.
"Everyone in favor of a spanking for Ethan for putting bleach in Jim's
eyes raise your hands."

All hands shot up fast.  Scott had both hands up. Even Big Ed rose up to
vote Yes!

"Ok, then show of hands.  How many for spanking Jim for swearing every
word in the book and a few he made up?"

All hands but one flew up.  Jimmie (Jim number three) sat in silence as
we all noticed he did not vote to spank Jim.

"What's with you, ya dork?!"  Demanded Scottie.

"Nothing, I don't want to spank Jim, he might, ah, um, er....kill me
later."

I assured him that the whole cabin would back him up no matter what.
Jimmie finally relented and said ok.

"Who gets to do it and with what and how much?"

We all turned and faced Doug on the top bunk.  Everyone looked around and
then started all saying at once; "I'll do it!"

I took back control, "Ok, I think since we all witnessed the bleach
incident and we all heard Jim swear, we should all have a chance at
spanking them each."

"Yeah, definitely!"

"Sure!"

"Tear up their butts good!"

It felt kinda like "Lord of the Flies" meets "Helga's House of Pain" at
summer camp.

"Alright, everybody gets a turn then. I say we use the riding crop!"

My heart was racing and I was already picturing my friends pinkening
Ethan and Jim's tight little white butts with my crop. Then other
suggestions started coming forward.

"The riding crop is way too severe for a first offense," exclaimed
Jimmie.

"Yeah, maybe we should use a belt or a ping-pong paddle," said little
Drew.

After much bickering we decided on the ping-pong paddle. I was out-voted
for the crop tonight. But not totally defeated. There was to be a solid
spanking tonight and revenge still had to be had for the potato throwing
- later.

"How many think 5 'hard' swats from each of us on Ethan's bare butt is
enough?"

All hands shot up.

Then I added, "How many think 5 'medium' swats from each of us on Jim's
bare butt is ok?"

Everyone nodded and slowly raised their hands in agreement.

"Okay, time for some fun."

I turned and walked out the cabin toward the dark ping-pong table where
two guys sat side by side smiling nervously at me as I approached.

"Man are you guys really going to spank us?"

I looked at Jim in surprise.

"Were you spying on us?" I demanded.

"Heck no, Scott only shouted it out loud enough, duh!"

"You won't be so cocky in a minute I bet."

Ethan turned to Jim, "Come on Jim, you know we deserve it. Let's just get
it over with."

I reached behind Jim and picked up the ping-pong paddle from the table
and directed them not to say another word and obey all my instructions or
it would be worse.  As we headed for the cabin, I thought my heart was
going to explode from the excitement.  My dick was as hard as it was when
I use to watch Robbie get whipped by my old man at home each Sunday.  We
entered the cabin to oooohs, aaaahs, and assorted giggles.  Every body
started getting out of their bunks, some clad in their boxers, a few in
briefs.

"Ok, these are the rules for your punishment. No talking, no moving, no
screaming or you get double the licks."

I now knew the feeling Robbie had when beating me every week.  However, I
didn't really want to hurt them.  I just wanted to watch them get it.  I
didn't know how sadistic some of my bunkmates where until that night.

Doug stepped up and said; "I want first crack on His Crack." He was
pointing at Jim. "We can save the best for last," he exclaimed nodding
toward Ethan.

Doug held out his hand for the paddle and I handed it over to him.  I
felt better that someone else was taking charge of this part.  The
build-up to this moment was fun, but now I just wanted to suck in all
that I saw like a horny spankaholic.

Doug being the oldest in the cabin and probably the cutest boy I have
ever seen grabbed Jim by the arm and led him over to Pete's cot and
ordered him to bend over the bar on the end the bed.  Scottie stepped
forward and took a hold of Jim's boxers and looked back for Doug's
approval.  Doug nodded and 'whoosh,' down came Jim's underwear.  Everyone
crowded closer for a closer look including Ethan.  There were a few
giggles until Doug got into swinging position, then all of us were
silent.

Jim looked very sexy lying over the end of the bunk totally naked, his
boxers having fallen off from his ankles to the floor.  His legs were
spread a bit and you could just see the bottom of his balls.  His back
was nice and tan with a few freckles on his shoulders.  His butt was
super white and had a nice rounded shape.  Not too big and just right for
a spanking.

Ethan, standing next to me in the swarm of boys reached out and gave my
hard-on a poke with his finger. I looked at him and he smiled. I smiled
back. Wow! A few seconds later I started, almost un-aware, rubbing my
penis through my briefs. No one except Ethan noticed, as all eyes were
trained upon Jim's naked butt.

Doug's face looked all-serious.  "I am going to give you five super hard
swats, then you will get it again that way from Mouse and so on until the
whole cabin has beat your butt."

Jim nodded his head and grabbed the bed blanket and looked nervously back
over his left shoulder at Doug.

Doug took aim holding the paddle against Jim's soft 12 year-old-bottom
and then came the wind up and....

Smack!

"OWE!" Jim cried out.

Everybody counted under our breaths, "One."

Smack!

"Ahhhhhh," Jim started sobbing in clear pain, but did not move.

"Two!" Came the chant, much louder this time.

Jim's butt was bright red across the middle of his crack. His butt
muscles clenching and unclenching in spasms. He was raising his head up
and down. This swat had sent out a slight ripple of his baby fat that
traveled down his beautiful legs. Very sexy!

Smack!

Jim moved and grabbed for his butt. Some laughed. But little Drew went
into action and leapt onto the cot grabbing Jim and pulling him back into
spanking position.  Jim complied and brought his hands back forward.
Drew grabbed both wrists firm and held them down.  Everyone became quiet
expecting Doug to administer double the swats for moving.  He decided
just to finish his with two very hard ones.

Smack!!

Jim jerked and flailed his legs.

Smack!!!

Jim was in tears, his butt, the color of fire.  I looked around the semi
circle of friends and everyone without exception was smiling big.  Doug
turned and handed the paddle over to me.

"Your turn Mouse."



Authors note; be sure to watch for Chapter 11.  Jim still has 35 grueling
swats and then it is Ethan's turn.  Oh, of course I will have to console
and massage Ethan's butt afterwards that night.

I still keep in touch with a couple of the guys from cabin seven, though
they do not yet know I am writing about our adventures that summer.  Three
of the ten of us never make it to age 15.  My birthday is coming up, guess
I am one of the lucky ones.  I think about them a lot and of that first
spanking/sexual summer we shared. Though some of it was a bit twisted, I
really will miss not going back to that camp this summer.