Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:57:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mouse
Subject: Mouse's Life: Part 13 - Swats and the Art of Butt Massage

I was wondering how come I am not listed under author's on the site yet.
Here is another chapter.  Thanks and have a great day!

Author's note: My stories are released first on my web site then on a few
others of this genre. These stories are very accurately based upon actual
events.  This chapter takes place only three summers ago at my sleep away
camp starting in chapter 10 and is a continuing saga of my childhood
corporal punishments and other sexual encounters.  If you are not into
this sort of thing, please read no further.  Meanwhile...back at Cabin
7...

Still in a haze from receiving my paddling, naked and sweaty in the cool
night air of Cabin 7, I slowly became more aware of the spectacle before
me.  My new best friend at camp was now spread eagle, stretched over the
bunk bed rail.  Ethan was totally nude and was one of the most gorgeous
12-year-old boys  I have ever seen about to be spanked. Little Drew,
Jim-the-Nerd, and two others had him held tight by all fours to endure
his spanking with the heavy wooden ping-pong paddle.  Jim, who had just
received the same before me, had not bothered to get dressed either and
we stood holding each other more for moral support after our spanking
than for sexual reasons. I looked down at his penis and it looked as
small as I have ever seen it.  Mine, "Big Ed", was starting to reawaken
at the site of Ethan's beautiful bottom spread open in front of me. A
sexual urge almost prompted me to lie down on him to take his eighty
swats he was about to receive from us. Ok, no I didn't, I am crazy, but
not totally gone.

The group of us, mostly 12, with one 11 year old, stood silently waiting
for Doug to apply the first of his ten swats.

"Ok, Ethan, you deserve every ounce of pain you are going to feel for
throwing the bleach in Jim's eyes tonight!" exclaimed Doug.

"Yeah, no argument from me" Ethan replied with a smile.

There were a few giggles from the group.

This time Doug rested his hand on the small of Ethan's back and wound up
with his right hand and let the paddle land with all his might into the
center of Ethan's bare hairless crack...

SMACK!

Ethan's head snapped up and then back down, face first into the pillow.
His butt was dark red immediately. You could see him trying to clench his
butt muscles, but to no avail as his legs were held too far apart. He
relaxed again exposing his butt hole. His hairless boner that he was
still sporting was bent down in front of the metal bunk bar for us all to
see. It was about 3 inches long and skinny. Doug shifted his weight.

SMACK!

Again, Ethan's head jerked back and off the pillow, but he made no sound
or attempt to free himself. The boys all chanted softly "two."

My dick was now fully hard and without noticing I had let my left hand
travel down Jim's back. I started lightly caressing his wounded bottom.
It was still warm and covered in sweat. I was very careful and wanted to
make him feel better.  He kept his arm around my waist and hugged me
tighter. He was sooo good looking with his dark brown wavy hair and
freckles. I moved my hand all around his butt feeling his crack and
occasionally rubbing his hole. It was obvious I was feeling him up and he
liked it.  We were behind most others and everyone's' eyes were fully
focused upon Ethan's naked body in front of them.

Smack!

Not a sound, only the soft chant of cabin 7; "Three."

The paddling continued with each boy taking a turn on Ethan's naked butt
with all his might.  No one showed him any mercy.  It was the vote of the
cabin to severely punish him for almost blinding Jim.

Finally I noticed Ethan was crying and even heaving with sobs. He was
still fully erect too.  With all the whippings I have endured and seen,
this was a first.  After 70 swats, Ethan's penis was still very stiff and
vibrating back and forth in front of the metal bar he was bent over. It
was very sexy. I wanted to lick the sweat from his anus and suck his dick
and balls badly.

I was the last to administer his last ten swats.  I wound up and smacked
him good across his butt hole.  It was still not as hard as I was capable
of, but good enough for a punishment. I didn't enjoy it as much as
receiving, but still it was invigorating. After only 8 minutes the entire
ordeal was over and Ethan was left to lay limp and crying still bent over
the bottom of the bunk.  His buttocks were a mixture of color, mostly
dark purple from the 80 swats.

Ethan slowly got up, wiping tears from his face, his penis sticking out
for all to see.  No one commented on it, however, everyone was transfixed
on it like it was an alien from a seedpod. I put the paddle down on the
shelves by the counselor's bed and picked up my underpants off the cabin
floor.  As I was walking back over to my bunk, I looked back at Ethan,
who was examining himself with a little mirror and smiling.

"Hey Mouse! You have to come see this," he stated with pride.

"Sure thing!"

I threw down my underwear on my bed and walked naked across the cabin to
his bed.

"Wow, that looks sooo cool!" I said as I approached.

"Lets' see yours"

"Ok"

I turned and felt his hand fondle my cheeks and he let out a light
whistle.

"Man that is really good.  Nice and red. You don't bruise much do you?"

"Nah, I get it all the time at home and they are gone fast."

"Well I get it all the time too.  At least twice a week with my Dad's
belt and man I always have cuts and bruises showing" he stated in almost
disbelief.

"Yeah, well I kinda noticed when you were getting ready for swimming."

"That was from my last whipping over a week ago, and you already look
better after only ten minutes!"

"Super Mouse!" I said, placing my hands on my naked hips and sticking my
boner out with pride.

We both giggled.  Doug turned out the cabin lights and everyone was in
their own bunks.  I started to turn away when I felt Ethan's hand grasp
mine.

"Stay."

He pulled me down on his bottom bunk next to him.  We sat very close to
each other in the dark, not knowing what to say next. We could hear Jim
settling in the bunk above us, probably still naked from his spanking.

Ethan whispered; "Let's lay down."

"Ok."

He pulled back his covers and tucked his feet underneath scooting back
towards the wall to let me in. We laid on our sides, naked, with our
erections touching in the dark.  Kinda nervous, I broke the silence...

"Do you want a back rub?"  The kind of signal all boys at a sleep over
give when they want physical contact and hopefully more, but are afraid
to ask for.

"Sure" he said as he rolled over on his stomach.

Since we were naked (and I am sure anyone awake also knew) I did not sit
on top nor pull back the covers. It was also getting quite cold out in
the deep woods.  Under the covers I started slowly caressing his back,
shoulders and sides. He turned his face towards me on his pillow that we
shared. I could feel the heat of his breath only inches from my face.

He whispered;  "That feels really good.  I will do you next."

"Ok" I said in a shaky whisper.

Every now and then I let my hand travel below his back and lightly touch
his still very warm bottom.

He moaned softly and then commented; "That feels really good there."

So I kept my hand low caressing his butt softly.  As I went deeper into
his crack he slowly spread his thin legs to let my hand probe deeper. I
rubbed his anus feeling the heat it also gave off.  It was really smooth
and very sexy.  Wish that I could see it right now. I reached down
between his legs and felt up his balls, no longer afraid that he might
call me a queer. He lifted up slightly so I could reach under and feel
his dick.

"Hold on a sec" as he rolled to his side facing me.

He reached out and took a hold of my dick which if it got any harder it
would bust a vein, and started slowly jacking me off.  I had reached back
and copied his motion.  We were close enough to kiss, but neither of us
tried.

We did this for about 10 minutes until we both came.  Neither of us had
sperm, but we came all the same. First, Ethan began breathing hard and
then shivered and relaxed, then shortly after I did the same.

"Roll over onto your stomach" he said nudging me.

I obeyed.  He then started massaging my bare butt.  He did a thorough
job. He lightly fingered my butt hole, which felt sorta ok.  He mostly
traced the welts of the outline of the paddle from my spanking and the
stripes left on my legs from the riding crop earlier in the day.  I was
in heaven.  My dick was still sharp as a tack.

I turned on my side and we scooted closer together and balled each other
as we each continued to massage each other's buttocks.  We did it with a
certain rhythm that felt glorious.  We fell asleep in each other's arms
naked.  I did not dream, and didn't have too.



Author's note: Only four chapters left in the cabin 7 series until it's
very sad and fatal conclusion. I will then skip up to near present day with
my friends' Dave, Gary and his sister Lisa.  Watch for Chapter 14 - 90
Strokes.