Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2005 20:10:13 -0700 (PDT) From: Mouse Subject: Mouse's Life: Part 12 Mouses Turn Author's note: This is yet another true account of the chronicles of my corporal punishments. This chapter takes place only three summers ago at my sleep away camp when I was 12. To understand how this story evolved you may wish to read chapter 10 and 11 for the set up and the camper's descriptions. My description takes place in Chapter 1 - The Pool. If you are not into spanking you may want to seek entertainment elsewhere. All you other spankaholics - smile! Back to cabin 7.... I looked down at the heavy, wooden, homemade ping-pong paddle in my hand. Jack, the camp director, was tired of buying the regular paddles only to have them fall apart when left out in the rain. So he made a bunch of these super-heavy ones made from plywood, painted brown and sprinkled with grit on the surface for friction. It took me a while to get use to handling this racket in a regular game of pong, but it felt just right for tonight's spanking. Jim's cheeks had bruising appearing on the lower portion of his red butt. Looked like two perverted smiley faces. He was still sobbing pretty heavy from the five hard swats he received from Doug. My boner was sticking straight out, pulling the waistband of my underwear away from my body. A few of the other guys were hard too including Ethan, who was to be spanked next after the whole cabin had a go at Jim. It felt good looking at all the excited faces standing around in their underwear that evening watching a naked twelve year old being spanked. I was loving it. Only now it was my turn to do it to Jim. I only liked watching someone who deserved to be spanked. I did not like being the one to give it to them. However, Jim did deserve his spanking and Ethan even more so. I got into position to apply the five swats to Jim's sexy butt. Again, everyone jockeyed for a better view. Ethan, the only other naked boy, was openly fondling his dick while he watched. He looked over and caught me eye and winked. I just looked back down to my target and wound up... Smack! "OOOHhhhhhhhhh" Jim cried out. The chant: "One" all my cabin mates whispered as one. Jim's back was all glossy with sweat and his bottom looked super dry. Smack! I felt the impact travel up my arm. I know it hurt. I have received many like it. I was sorta proud to see that he reacted more to my punishment then he had to Doug's. Jim arched his back and tried to bring his legs up on the bunk. Little Drew did his job again and pinned Jim's wrists firmly to the bunk mattress. A couple of the guys grabbed Jim's legs and pulled him back into position across the bar of the lower bunk bed. Smack! I wasn't hitting as hard as I could, just enough to punish. My dick (Big Ed) was as hard as ever. Every now and then Jim would struggle, trying to free his legs from the grips Doug and Jim the Nerd had placed on his ankles. They spread his legs even wider. You could now see his butt hole really clear. His dick and balls were now jiggling back and forth in plain view as well. Smack! "Ahhhhhhh-oweeeee...Please Mouse No More, I can't Take It!" I felt guilty, but at the same time I thought, 'what a wimp.' I had to take hundreds during one of my typical punishment sessions and he just had to get forty from us. I also knew that if he had the chance he would have laid all his weight into me if the tables were reversed. That's when I first noticed it. I really wanted to switch places with him. I thought fast. "Hey look guys, I don't want to hit him any more." My plan didn't take any more on my part. I had already sold the idea. "This was your idea Mouse! Either give him the last one hard or you take it for him," Doug demanded. Before another word was uttered, I stripped off my blue briefs and laid right on top of Jim. My boner was rubbing right down into his crack. I did it so fast everyone was in shock, including me. Doug reached down and picked up the ping-pong paddle where I dropped it and got into position. I put my face down against Jims check and felt his tears. He muttered a thank you to me. "All right!" announced Drew. "Yeah, let's see some red Mouse butt!" Said another. I looked back at Ethan, still rubbing his rod and smiling even bigger now. Before Doug could wind up for the swing, Ethan reached down and felt my stripes from the riding crop he had inflicted on my legs that afternoon. No one said a word. Then... Smack! I clenched my teeth and felt Little Drew grab my wrists pinning them on top of Jims. I could feel my boner probing into Jim's crack and touching his butt hole. He didn't seem to mind. Probably didn't feel it either. "Okay who wants to deliver the next five?" Asked Doug. Several boys starting shuffling behind me saying; "Me, me, me." Jim the Nerd accepted the paddle from Doug and got into position. Nobody said a word. I didn't move, nor did Drew make any attempt to free my hands. "Mouse? Are you going to move or do you want to take the rest for him?" Jim the Nerd asked. "Whatever," was all I could manage. "Please, please, please do not move, please, Mouse." Jim whispered over and over in my ear. My bottom was on fire; I had at least 30 swats to go before Jim's punishment was complete. The strange sexual feeling of being humiliated in front of the whole cabin, coupled with my boner in Jim's bare butt crack put me into a daze (The Zone). I do not remember what was said, though I remember the voices encouraging me to stay put and take it. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I started crying and sobbing. It hurt real badly. My boner had died as fast as it came up. Still, I didn't move. I was no longer physically turned on, but I did not want to get off of Jim. Someone else took the paddle in hand. I felt my legs being spread far apart, guess they liked the improved view. I made no attempt to resist. Then the swats started raining in again. Amazing that twelve year olds could inflict so much pain. I arched and wiggled making suction noises between my sweaty chest and Jim's sweaty back. His butt was super hot to lie on from the 9 swats he had already received. Both Jim and I were silently crying with our mouths touching. It was almost like kissing, but neither of us were conscience of it until Drew said something later. Another boy took his turn and then another. Until we were finally down to the last boy, Big Drew. "Okay you guys hold his legs farther apart and up higher. I want to nail him on the tender part here." I felt Big Drew's hand rub the inside of my thighs up and down being careful not to touch my balls for fear of being called a fag. From past whippings I knew this was going to hurt really badly. I buried my face beside Jim. Again I heard a muffled thank you. Some of his spit made it's way into my mouth. I didn't mind. I felt Drew's left hand grab a hold of my left leg just above my knee and lift and turn it out. Then... Smack! "Crap!!!!" I screamed out. A whole new shower of pain racked my body. He knew what he was doing. Guess he studied at Helga's House of Pain during the school year. Man, did that one sting! I could sense him shifting to the next position and then he grabbed my right thigh and did the same thing. Smack! Stars, God, Barney the Purple Dinosaur, and a few other visions visited my brain in a few seconds. This was no longer the sexual thing I had voluntarily got naked for. I was held fast and couldn't move. Smack! Again my left leg lit a fire. Smack! My right. My brain, barely functional, sensed Big Drew climbing onto the bunk, stand, turn and straddle Jim and I facing toward my bare spread butt cheeks. "Spread them wider!" he commanded. Doug and Jim the Nerd complied, yanking my legs into almost splits. I felt the shift on the mattress, heard the downward swoosh of the paddle and the report of the smack right on my butt hole and yes--my balls. Then--I saw black. It seemed like a dream world. I slowly came around first seeing movement, then slowly heard the voices. "Mouse are you ok?" It was Jim lying naked next to me holding me. Doug was sitting beside him smiling at me, with a definite boner sticking up in his boxers. I just nodded. "Man that was really brave of you to take on Jim's spanking like that. Bet you don't do that for Ethan." "Nope, Big Ed and his buddies have seen enough action for one night" I squeaked out. "Come on, it's is Ethan's turn and man are we going to nail his rump!" I moaned and sat up swallowing hard to bring both testicles back down out of my throat. Jim stood naked watching Ethan lower his naked frame into position for his spanking. I had trouble standing up straight. Both my balls were still screaming from a full force hit by Big Drew. "Okay, he's in position," exclaimed Jimmie. Everyone crowded around for the main attraction. Even through my haze of pain, I could not help but notice how beautiful Ethan was as he laid spread eagle bent slightly over the end of the bed for his spanking. Author's note: Watch for chapter 13, "Swats and the Art of Butt Massage." Man, I get turned on just thinking back on how that went.