Ryan And Cameron
"I cannot believe you boys."
Cameron and Ryan stood before me, wearing nothing but underpants and sneakers, trying to look contrite, but mostly looking like they couldn’t figure out how I’d caught them. The two of them had decided it would be fun to sneak out for a while, in the middle of the night. I’d been sitting on Ryan’s bed when they snuck back in.
All of my boys knew about the alarm system on our doors. They even learned how to operate it, as soon as they were tall enough to reach it. However, none of them had ever learned that there was a secondary circuit that led to my room and alerted me whenever one of the outside doors was opened. It was sneaky of me, but the house was so big, it helped me keep track of them.
Both of them looked guilty, so I was sure they’d been doing something they thought they shouldn’t have been. Of course, it had taken a moment for the guilt to soak through their total shock when they shut Ryan’s bedroom door behind them and his bedside lamp snapped on. Okay, I admit I have a rather macabre sense of humor at times.
"I know you were gone at least 20 minutes. Do you want to tell me what you were doing out there, in your jockeys, for that long?"
They just looked at me.
"Were you even in your shorts for that time?"
Got ‘em. Ryan looked away and Cam blushed.
"Were you streaking?"
Cam was shocked that I’d caught them that quickly.
"Did you see us?", he asked.
"I didn’t need to see you. I went out looking for you, and found your shorts on the basketball court. Where did you two go?"
"Out by the creek," Ryan admitted hesitantly. He was hesitant because I’d told all the boys not to go back there at night. There’d been too many snakes found around the creek. The might not be very active at night, but they’d sure bite if you stepped on them.
"We didn’t really go out by the creek," Cameron put in. "We went out by the trees, behind the fences."
"You’re still not supposed to be out of the house without letting someone now. Are you? Especially not at this time of night."
"No, sir." Ryan admitted, and Cam quickly parroted him.
"All right then. Ryan, get ‘em off."
He knew what I meant, and didn’t try to argue. He bent down and began untying his shoes. As he did that, I turned to Cam.
"I guess the first question I should ask you is, are you going to try to tell me your dad wouldn’t have a problem with you doing this?"
Cam just shook his head, but then he visibly paused. "No, sir. He’d spank me. Should I get my shorts off?"
"Yeah. Why don’t you do that thing?"
Ryan barely had his shoes off. Cam just toed out of his, then slid his undies down, as Ryan did the same.
A few weeks ago, Ryan had admitted to me that he and Cameron were masturbating each other (he was worried if he could catch a disease by getting goo on his hand. When I assured him you couldn’t catch something like that from yourself, he went into turbo-blush, and admitted it wasn’t his own) , so it didn’t surprise me that they weren’t shy about being nude around each other. The way Cameron was glancing at me, I think he might have been a bit of me, but he also seemed much more worried about the upcoming spanking.
"Cam, doesn’t your dad mostly spank with his hand?"
"Yes, sir. If we’re in real trouble, he might use the belt; but, mostly his hand."
"So you’ve never been paddled before?"
"I got it at school once, a couple of years ago, but not like you spank Ryan."
"I guess you’re pretty nervous about this, then. Aren’t you?"
"Yes, sir."
"You know this isn’t going to be fun, but you know you what you did was wrong, and I promise I won’t give you more than you can take." I paused. "Well, you might think I am, but I won't."
Ryan’s light was over my shoulder, so it was shining in their eyes. I had a much better view of them, than they had of me, and I was using our discussion to examine them. Ryan and Cam were very similar physically. I think that’s part of the reason that they’ve become so close. Ryan’s friendship with Huck and Tony seemed to become somewhat strained when the two of them outgrew him. Now, he has someone who is keeping pace with him.
Both boys seemed to be growing slowly, but steadily. They’re both slightly over five feet, with Ryan just a smidgen taller. Ryan is a bit skinnier than Cam. Cam is far from being even chubby, but Ryan is thin enough to make his hip bones a bit distinctive, while Ryan’s tend to blend with into his belly. Their height wasn’t their only similar measurement. Even though they were expecting to get spanked in a minute, both boys were still about half hard. They were starting to drop a little, but both boys were still standing out over two pair of fairly nice-sized balls. Cam was also circumcised, but not as tightly as Ryan had been; so, his foreskin was starting to gather behind his head, while Ryan’s little head was still free and prominent. I’d say both boys were about 3 ½ inches. You can never tell how big they might be hard, but if they were getting soft at the same rate, then I think Ryan might have been a little longer than Cam. Once place where Cam had Ryan beat was hair. They weren’t long enough to be curly yet, but there were enough of them that it looked like he had a little mustache at the lowest part of his belly. I knew Ryan had some hair, because he’d shown me when he first saw them. However, they were as red as his head, and, in this light, they were just too few and fair to see.
I don’t know whether you should say that I didn’t let my examination affect my lecture, or vice-versa. Either way, I continued our discussion while soaking in the view.
"I understand how sneaking out can be appealing, guys. I also understand that doing something ‘naughty’ but basically harmless, like streaking, can seem like fun. But, there’s a reason why I always have you tell me if you’re going out: it’s because if something happened, I’d know where to find you. You say you only went by the trees, not into them or by the creek, so let’s forget about snakes. If I hadn’t happened to have been up, and one of you had stepped on something in the dark, what would you have done for first aid? What if the house had caught fire, and I’d told the firemen that you two were still inside? Did you boys think of anything like that?"
Both of them admitted that they hadn’t. I’d known they hadn’t, because they were boys. Parents have to try to train kids, because they don’t think about things like that.
"Cameron, why don’t you get the paddle, please."
Cam looked like a defendant who’d just heard the verdict he’d been expecting, but he’d still held out hope, until that moment. Ryan turned and gave Cam a look, that made me think the whole thing might have been his idea. It was something like, ‘I’m sorry I got you into this.’ Then again, it might have just been, ’Sorry my dad’s such an unreasonable old stick in the mud.’ Whatever he was trying to say, Ryan reached out and put his hand on Cam’s shoulder for a minute, before Cam started for the door, next to which hung the paddle. He didn’t hesitate, but he didn’t exactly run to get it, either. When he brought it back, he was standing to Ryan’s left.
"Ryan, scoot over towards Cameron. I want you to hold the paddle together, between you."
Ryan slid a step closer to his friend. He reached out towards him, then hesitated a minute. Cam looked at him, then held then switched the paddle to his left hand. They ended up holding hands together, with the paddle caught between them. It looked like holding hands made them more uncomfortable than their nudity.
"I have a problem here, gentlemen. You see, I’ve done this kind of thing myself." Both of them looked a little shocked at my admission. I guess it’s against the ‘Dad’s rules of behavior’ to admit that you’ve done things you shouldn’t have. "I’ve gone streaking more than once, and I snuck out a time or two. I’ve never done both of them together, but that’s not really important. Here are the important things."
I paused, and both boys tensed, not knowing where I was going with this. I think the fact that they were holding a paddle between them was plenty of information for Cam, but Ryan knew me a little better, and I don’t think he’d given up hope yet.
"The first important thing is, while nudity can be considered indecent exposure, which is illegal, and thus I could be considering sending you out to pick a switch, you did it in a fairly private area, rather than out in front of a bunch of people, so I don’t think that’s important. I already gave you a few ideas what could happen when you sneak out. It was a bad idea when I did it, and it’s still a bad idea for you to do. Okay?"
They both nodded enthusiastically.
"Now, here’s where I have the problem. You see, I can understand why you did this, and I know you’re both smart boys, and I hope you learned enough from our little discussion that I could let you go without punishing you." The boys started to look hopeful, until I continued. "But here’s the other important thing: if I don’t punish you, and you mention this to your little brothers, they might decide it sounds like fun and try it themselves. If you mention that, after you tried it, I spanked your little bottoms until you were crying like 6-year olds, I don’t think they’d like to try it. So…."
"Cam," I continued, "why don’t you hand me the paddle."
For some reason, even though they’d seemed uncomfortable holding hands, they now seemed hesitant to let go. Still, Cam took the paddle and bent forward to hand it to me, like he was afraid to bring his bottom too close.
"Cameron, I generally consider it easier for a boy to get his spanking first. That way, he doesn’t have to wait and get even more nervous, when he sees how hard his buddy is going to get it. That’s why I usually let younger or smaller boys, or guests, go first. On the other hand, you’ve never been paddled, and Ryan knows exactly how bad a paddling can be and how to take it; so, maybe it would be more better to let him go first. That way, you’ll have a chance to know exactly how bad a paddling can be, and exactly what to expect, before you get your first one."
Ryan was obviously resigned to his fate, and I only saw a glimmer of hope in him, that he might be able to get it over with first. Cam didn’t seem to know what to think, but the light shining at them made the tears standing in his eyes glisten, showing how worried he was.
"Or, instead of either of you having to go first, you could both bend over the bed, side-by-side, and I can paddle you both at the same time." I paused, trying to look thoughtful. I glanced at the boys, the paddle, then the bed. "Yeah," I said, "Why don’t we do that? Go bend over the bed."
It’s amazing how long it can take a boy to walk 10 feet, when he’s about to be spanked. They did make it over there, though. Ryan glanced back at me, then bent over the bed. Cam rather just collapsed across it.
"Cam, stand up. Bend over like Ryan is."
Ryan was in a classic school boy position. I don’t use it often, but often enough that Ryan knew what I wanted. Cam stood and looked at him for a minute, then placed his feet next to the bed, spread a bit, then leaned at his waist, and rested his elbows on the bed. I walked over to them. Ryan was looking straight ahead and trying not to tense. It’s as instinctive for him as it was for me as a boy, but I really do think it makes things sting worse. Cam was trying to look back between them and find where I was. He didn’t have to wonder long, though, as I took my position and patted the paddle against each boy’s bottom.
"The trouble with this position, is that I can swing harder, so it hurts more. Not good from your perspective, I’m sure." I told them, as I began to lightly rub the paddle against each boy’s bottom. I leaned away to look between their legs, then I slid the paddle just below Cameron’s bottom.
"This is supposed to hurt; but, I don’t think you want those getting hit, Cam. Lift them up, then put your legs just a bit closer together."
I watched him shift as he complied, then I put the paddle back across the highest part of his legs.
"Are they out of the way now, Cam?"
He assured me they were, so I lifted the paddle, and patted it against his bottom again, then Ryan’s. Then I placed it on Ryan’s left cheek and rubbed a circle for a minute, then did Cam’s, then did the other cheek for each boy. Then I lifted the paddle back to shoulder height.
"All right, I think about 30 apiece should have both of you bawling, then I can put a few more on your upper legs for good measure," I said, as the paddle rose to my shoulder. I started to swing, but then stopped it.
"Or, if you two promise me that you want tell anybody, I can let you off without a spanking."
Ryan, who was further from me, fell onto the bed turning to look at me. Cam just came straight to his feet.
"Can you both promise me that?"
"Oh, we do! We promise. Don’t we, Ryan?"
"Yes, sir! We promise. We’ll never do nothing like this again."
"That’s not what I asked. I understand why you did this, and I think you two are smart enough to know that sneaking out isn’t a good idea now. I just don’t want you giving your little bros bad ideas, and I don’t want anyone thinking I’m being unfair, because I let you off once without a punishment. I mean, sure, I did this kind of stuff when I was a kid, but I got a lot of spankings when I was a kid, too. As a parent, I’m supposed to punish you when you misbehave, whether I understand, or whether I did the same thing. We understand each other?"
They hastened to assure me that they did, and both swore they’d never mention it; especially after I promised them that if it did get out or happen again, any punishment would start with the hairbrush.
"Okay, you two get your shorts on and get in bed. You don’t have to go to sleep, but stay in the house and keep it quiet. I still have to get up in," I glanced at Ryan’s clock, "about five hours to start the day. That means if I’m tired and grumpy tomorrow, I’m taking it out on you."
As soon as they had their shorts on, the two gave me a hug. I kissed Ryan’s cheek and started to turn away. Cam had a look on his face, so I turned back to him and gave him a light peck on his forehead. His shy smile was so happy it was funny and sad both.
That wasn’t the end of the incident, though. The next Friday, maybe 10 days later, I farmed most of the boys out to friends, and invited Cameron to spend the night again. Once the house was pretty quiet, I called the two of them into the living room. Once they were standing in front of me, they had that look of boys who thought they might be in trouble, but weren’t sure why. They started looking a little panicky when I told them to undress. I assured them that they weren’t getting spanked. Unless, of course, they didn’t mind me. Both boys were slow and hesitant, and seemed much shyer than they’d been the previous week. Still, it was summer and they weren’t wearing a lot of clothing, so it didn’t take long for them to be naked. There was only a short pause when they tried to stop before removing their briefs.
Once naked, I led them to the back yard. Now, Ryan has never been switched, but he saw one, and started getting nervous again, until we exited the sun room, and he saw that I’d brought out the fire pit, that their were franks and s’more fixings on the counter, and towels by the pool.
"I thought, since you two seemed to enjoy playing nudist, I’d give you a chance to do it. Why don’t the two of you go swimming while I get the fire started, then we’ll fix dinner?"
They had no argument with that idea, and seemed to enjoy themselves greatly. Ryan had been skinny dipping before, but we had guests so often that it wasn’t something they did often. Cam said he’d never been before.
Cam and Ryan both wear 12s, so I’d brought out two pair of Ryan’s trunks for them.
"Why do we have to put them on?" Cam asked me when I pointed them out, after ordering them out of the pool, sounding rather disgusted.
"Because, you two are going to be standing next to the fire, and we don’t want the wrong wienies to get roasted."
Cam nodded and started dressing; but, Ryan gave me that look that kids have, where you know they’re wondering if it would be considered self-defense to kill me before I embarrassed him to death.
After dinner, I fetched a book, so they could swim some more. They finally got tired and came out, so I showed them the last surprise of the evening. In the far back, I’d already laid out sleeping bags for them, with an electric lamp, and an ice chest with a few snacks. They were both very effusive in their thanks. Before I went in for the night, I pointed out that I’d left some Handiwipes and a dry towel, ‘just in case you boys have a sticky mess out here.’ Ryan just shook his head, but Cameron’s deep blush let me know that he knew exactly what I was implying. It also made me worry that he was going to faint; because, I’m pretty sure that all the blood in his body was in his face right then.