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.