Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2005 19:50:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mouse
Subject: Mouse's Life: Part 10 - Ethan and the Riding Crop

Author's note:  These are my true stories of my recent experiences in
spankings. For my description please refer to Part 1.  This chapter takes
place at summer camp three summers ago.  Hope you enjoy it.

It was pouring out.  Not the best way to start the first day of camp. I
was the oldest boy in my cabin and also the smallest.  We were in the
Hawk Unit, Cabin Seven. There were ten of us, eleven and mostly
twelve-year-old boys.  We all sat on our bunks waiting for the lunch bell
to ring listening to the rain reek havoc on the tar roof.

I  knew every body in the cabin except for one boy across the way.  Most
had been in my cabin last summer.  Jim was the nurse's son and was
already mature sexually, but was a total nerd type. Jim number two was a
cute boy with freckles from Shaker Heights, a very wealthy suburb up by
Cleveland. Jim number three was also from the same suburb and just as
cute. Both Scotts were small like me and were from somewhere near
Pittsburgh.  Big Drew, who was eleven, was the most developed boy in the
cabin and man did I stare at him while he was dressing into camp dress
for lunch.  I had never seen an eleven year old with hair before and he
had a load of it and a super-sized McDick to go with it. Little Drew was
a cute Jewish boy that was one inch taller than me and the youngest in
the cabin.  My bunkmate who occupied the top bunk was Doug, perhaps one
of the cutest boys in camp that summer.  He also had a beautiful, full,
pudgy, round butt.  I wanted to put my face in his bare crack and go
"Bbbbbbbbbbb."

Pete, our counselor was kinda boring and didn't really like kids much at
all.  We hardly ever saw him.  When he didn't have to be with us he was
with his bud, Freddie, whom we all thought was a little light in the
loafers.  This fit us just fine as we could get away with more stuff.

I have been going to this camp since I was eight.  It was the only time
when I was away from my father's constant beatings.  I could be myself
and relax; only this summer was to be different.

I heard this familiar smacking sound that roused me out of my boy
gazing.  I looked over at the new boy, Ethan, lying on his bunk.  He was
smacking his bare right thigh with his riding crop.  Mostly every boy in
the cabin was in the intermediate riding program that summer so we all
had our own English riding gear, including the riding crop.  Ethan was a
super cute boy with black straight hair that he wore in a Dutch boy cut.
He had a very nice tan body with sexy legs.

I sat there mesmerized by the action and sound of the crop striking his
leg in a steady rhythm.  He was lying on his back with his feet up on his
bunk.  I turned over on my side and lay there staring.  All the other
boys were paired up on various bunks lost in games of poker.  Ethan's leg
was turning very red from the constant medium smacks.  He had his eyes
closed as if he was concentrating on the words to a song and trying to
keep beat with it. His slender leg was giving the slightest wiggle with
each stroke.  I could just make out the bottom curve of his sexy right
butt cheek as it continued into his shorts. My dick was suddenly very
stiff and pushing out the front of my shorts trying very hard to get a
look for himself. Then without warning Ethan rolled over facing me
staring back.  I was busted! I slapped so fast at my bulging crotch to
cover up my obvious erection that I racked my little buddy, and then
groaned in surprise and agony. He giggled, sat up and came over to my
bunk and sat down right next to me. At this point I was no longer
embarrassed as I was too busy trying to retrieve my left nut from behind
my pancreas.

He introduced himself.  I only nodded through the haze of pain and
noticed also his left leg was marked up a bit with faded belt marks
protruding below his shorts.  He followed my gaze to his thigh and made
no attempt to hide the bruises.  He sat there on my bottom bunk twiddling
the riding crop between his fingers. I finally broke the silence....

"Doesn't that thing hurt you?" I said nodding toward the crop.

"Naw, it feels really super cool actually." He replied.

"I have been punished with one once before and let me tell you there was
nothing cool about it!"

Ethan giggled again and replied; "That's because you were not in the
right mood or you were very scared when it happened."

This made sense to me.  I never really thought about it that way.  I
thought back to all the whippings with Robbie and that I had finally
begun to enjoy them far better than when being beat by our fathers every
Sunday.  When we were alone I could start getting into my zone and it
didn't hurt.  Instead, an almost hypnotizing feeling started occurring
when Robbie would be ordered to punish me after our weekly Sunday
whippings.

"Try it on me, but keep it light, ok?" I said with out any hesitation.

"Ok, Roll over on your stomach."

I did as I was told and Ethan slid down by my bare legs.  Without asking
he took his free hand and pushed up my baggy camp shorts until the
bottoms of my underwear were showing.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

My heart started pounding; I thought everyone in the camp could hear it.
I quickly looked around the cabin and all the other boys were still
engrossed in their poker games.

Swack.

The first stroke landed just below my butt on my legs.  It was what I
would call a medium lick.  It stung, but not bad enough to cry out. I
watched Ethan's cute face turn into all concentration and smiles.

Swack.

He then delivered a slightly harder lick just below the last stripe.  I
wiggled a little and gasped.  He reached out and massaged both stripes on
my legs.  This felt very soothing. I closed my eyes and was totally in
heaven. I opened my eyes to see Ethan's hard-on pushing up through is
tight shorts as he sat next to me feeling my legs.

That's when I heard Jim the nerd say; "Hey watchya guys doin?"

A couple of eyes averted from their games and stared at this spectacle.
Ethan with a riding crop in one hand and the other rubbing my bare welted
legs just under my bottom.

Ethan covered for us very fast, "Just trying out his pain tolerance."

Jim number two said; "Hey let me give him some."

That is when the Bell sounded for lunch.  Boys went flying off their
bunks slamming into the cabin door and storming down the hill towards the
lodge for food.  Ethan and I ran together in silence. As we ran through
the woods in the downpour, we looked at each other and smiled.  I knew
something would be happening that night between us...


Authors note: Hope you enjoyed this first taste of my summer camp
adventures. They continue and increase in intensity.  Unfortunately the
last chapter will end in tragedy. Not sure I will be able to write that
one. Next please watch for Part 11 - Ethan and Jim's Cabin spanking.