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St: Red Bottom Lake (M/t, t/t, spank, strap, public) with the ever
popular Cleavers
This Beaver story is not triggered by a particular episode of the
"Leave It To Beaver" series but fits in near the end of the series.
A note on political correctness: this story is set back in 1963 when
the commonly used term was "Eskimo" although now the term "Intuit" is
preferred. I have also pushed the reference to The Beach Boys's
"California Girls" a couple of years. There were, however, earlier
and similar songs then.
The following story is fiction. It contain scenes of spanking. If
such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.
This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice. The copyright characters of
LITB are used under the parody and fair use copyright rules and are
not mine.
The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions. YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com
Red Bottom Lake
By
Y. Lee Coyote
It was the perfect day for being at the lake. The air was hot and
the water cool. It was mid-week and the place was practically empty.
June's picnic lunch was scrumptious. "Boys, your mom and I are going
to take a walk around the lake. You can come with us or stay here.
But remember the rules -- you may not go swimming without an adult
present and never any swimming until at least an hour after eating."
The two teens did not have to discuss it at all. Neither wanted to
walk with their parents like they did when they were little boys.
"We'll stay here, dad." said seventeen year old Wally.
Thirteen year old Beaver nodded his agreement. "Maybe we'll play
catch." he added as an after thought.
"That's fine, boys. Your mother and I will be back well before the
hour is up."
The two played couch potato for what seemed like a long time until
they were totally bored which took about five minutes. Then they
started to play catch on the beach. With each throw the ball drifted
towards the lake as they ran back and forth on the narrow beach.
Soon it was in the water and Wally went to get it. He tossed it to
The Beaver and returned to shore dripping wet and much cooler. In a
few minutes they were both standing in knee-deep water now having
many excuses to get and stay totally wet.
It was not long before they were in deepwater tossing the ball back
and forth. They were also in metaphorical deep water although they
did not realize it.
It was great fun until they heard their father bellowing from the
shore. "Wallace! Theodore!! OUT OF THE WATER THIS INSTANT!!!"
Then two hearts skipped a beat. "WALLACE! THEODORE!! NOW!!!!"
They started to return to shore and only then realized how far out
they were when they could not walk any more but had to swim.
As they walked up the beach to face the music, the car that had just
stopped by the next table about eight meters away disgorged its
occupants -- a family of five. Beside the two parents was a young
lady of about sixteen and boys of fourteen and twelve. The three
teens' quickly sensed that Wally and The Beaver were in big trouble,
were going to get _IT_ and while they were safe. As their mother
placed a picnic basket on the table, their father looked at his watch
as said: "You got another twenty-five minutes before you may go
swimming." Jennifer pretended to act uninterested in the near by
activities and just sat on the beach, nearby, to read her book.
By the time that Wallace and Theodore stood dripping in front of
their furious parents, the two boys knew that they were in deep
trouble. Wally would have been lusting for the lass under any other
circumstances. They could hardly make out his father's confused
ranting but quickly understood that they had broken both of the rules
that they had been explicitly reminded about. They stood there for
some time as their parents calmed down. Then the grilling began.
"Was there anything about the rules for swimming that you did not
understand, boys?"
"No, sir." they both said softly and guiltily.
"Was there some overriding emergency to justify breaking them?"
"No, sir." they both said again softly and guiltily.
Young Oscar poked his brother, Justin. "They're going to get it for
sure." Justin smiled and nodded. He was sure that this was going to
be a good show. His trunks felt some what tighter as he anticipated
what would happen. He found all spankings to be erotic.
Ward took a little time to decide how to handle this. It was not the
first time that this had happened. "Wallace, do you remember
breaking the swimming rules when you were Theodore's age and on this
very beach."
Wallace did not have to think very hard. That was a very unpleasant
recollection. He almost could still feel how much his little butt
had hurt afterwards. "Yes, father." he said simply.
"Wallace, tell Theodore all the things that I told you that day.
Make sure that he understands how important this is and why he must
follows the rules. Face each other, boys."
Wallace thought about how through he should be. The less he said,
the sooner it would be over but dad would then say more. He decided
to tell all. He felt very strange lecturing his younger brother with
his father watching. He was not very happy with the role -- he could
wait to be a father for now he was content being just a teenager. He
could see that The Beaver was also unhappy with the situation also.
It was even more uncomfortable to be lectured by big brother then by
dad. The Beaver was fidgeting just like when dad was lecturing him.
He also realized that doing a good job was a no-win situation --
either he proved that he knew the rules or that he forgot what he
certainly should he known.
"That's very good, Wallace. Then what happened."
"You spanked me." Wallace did not want to go into details. He
vividly recalled that his trunks were pulled down and he was spanked
in front of everyone. (He especially recalled the other family that
was there with two boys and two girls from ten through thirteen who
found everything so interesting.) He had also kicked so much that
his trunks flew off so everyone could see his equipment when he went
to stand with his nose at the tree and afterwards.
"You missed something very important. Before you were spanked, we
heard an ambulance drive up to the other side of the lake and saw
someone taken away. Later we found out that the person had cramps
because he went right in after eating and that he almost drowned."
Both boys were startled by this. They realized that their parents
were not just telling them stories but such awful things actually
happen.
"Now, Theodore, you're always telling me that you're old enough to be
on your own and that you understand the rules. Is there any reason
why you should not be SPANKED?"
"No, sir." answered The Beaver staring at the ground. "I'm afraid
not, sir." As bad as it was to be punished at home, it was many
times worse out in public like here and that was what happened to
Wally. Justin and Oscar poked each other while watching intently.
They glanced at their sister who was smiling to much to really be
reading. They knew how she loved watching them get spanked.
"He was following my example, dad." said Wally bravely hoping to
protect his brother having realized that he was in for it no matter
what else happened.
"True you set a bad example, a very bad example, but that does not
excuse your brother. Theodore is still responsible for himself."
"Yes, sir."
"Wallace you are to spank Theodore now. Just as hard as I spanked
you the last time." Both boys were shocked and stood frozen.
Nothing like this had ever happened to them before. "You've been
spanked more than enough times to know how it is done. Let's get on
with it."
Justin and Oscar were just as shocked. And a bit disappointed for
they expected to Wallace get his tail busted not Theodore. But they
were not going to complain. This show would be fun too.
Ward got up from the bench and Wallace knew that he was to sit down
there and spank his brother. He recalled the many times he wanted to
clobber The Beav but this did not seem right. As he led The Beaver
over to the bench, he managed to whisper: "I'm sorry." He sat and
pulled his brother over his lap. He was about to start when dad
interrupted again.
"Take his suit off, Wallace." The boys complied and, with Theodore
properly bare assed back over his lap, Wallace started to spank him.
Spank, spank, spank.
"Do it properly, Wallace." come the command.
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK.
And again another interruption. "HARDER. You know that you should
be hitting much harder than that."
"Yes, sir." Wallace said with a sigh, and started spanking his little
brother hard like his father spanked.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
The Beaver was surprised at how hard his brother was spanking him.
He hitting almost as hard as dad and it hurt; really HURT. What he
did not realize was that Wally was not hitting the sensitive crease
at the bottom. Wallace continued.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
The Beaver could not help it for tears not only filled his eyes but
ran out. He was crying like a little boy and the spanking continued.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
As he spanked his bawling brother Wally felt awful. It did not feel
good to hurt The Beaver. This was very different from the fights --
both play and real -- that they have had over the years. He
desperately wanted to stop but sensed that dad will tell him to go
on. He gave The Beaver another two volleys and stopped. Without
waiting for approval, he stood his crimson assed brother up and held
him tightly as he cried. He tried to comfort The Beaver but that was
not as easy as hurting him. It would be days before he realized the
two lessons that he had just learnt. First, how much it hurt himself
to give his brother a spanking even one that he had earned. Second,
how awful it would have been had his brother really been hurt.
Ward let the boys be a few minutes and then he sat down again. "Your
turn Wallace." he said patting his lap. Justin and Oscar practically
jumped for joy -- the big guy was going to get it. Their cocks were
both rock hard. What they did not realize was that their father
would have an example to use when they were that old. Jen stopped
pretending to read and she was starting to get wet. This was
definitely more exciting than seeing her kid bothers getting spanked.
Wally knew what this meant and that objections were not a good idea.
He was very unhappy with this for it had been a couple, almost three,
years since he had been spanked like a little boy. It certainly did
not help that those kids at the next table were staring with big eyes
and the young lady looking as often as she could. He prayed that she
was not moving to Mayfield now seeing that he was being spanked like
a little boy. He slipped his trunks down and laid over his father's
lap. He did not want to look like more of a baby that he absolutely
must especially in front of his little brother.
"You know why, Wallace?"
"Yes, sir. I broke the two rules about swimming."
With that replied, Ward raised his hand and brought it down hard on
the bare butt of his oldest son. The contact resounded with a loud
SPANK!! Even The Beaver winced at the sound. Wally clenched his jaw
tight and resolved not to cry. He was now seventeen and no longer a
little boy -- not withstanding that he was being spanked as one.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Each of these spanks was as hard as the first. Ward felt it in his
hand for Wally's butt was much harder than it had been a few years
earlier. But he persisted.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Wally was really feeling it now. He knew that he had gotten hurt a
lot more on the football field and never even whimpered but now his
eyes were as tearful as his brother's had been a little while ago.
Still the barrage of hard spanks continued.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
What Wally did not realize at first was that his father had not just
been hitting his butt cheeks but had also been getting the more
sensitive thighs and the very sensitive crease between.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Wallace, the varsity football star of Mayfield High, lost control and
started to cry just as his little brother had a few minutes before.
Another volley came.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Ward stopped spanking although Wally continued to cry for a little
while. Ward lifted his son up and led him to the tree trunk. "Kiss
this Eskimo style Wallace. You too Theodore." The Beaver stepped up
to the tree and stuck his nose on it. Both boys knew that they
should put their hands on their respective heads and did so. The
Beaver sort of lucked out for he had already pulled up his swim suit
so that he was covered unlike Wally.
Fifteen looooong minutes later, Ward called the boys over to the
table. Wally immediately started looking for his trunks. He located
them and immediately started to put them on. "Don't bother with
that, Wallace." The boys knew that there was more trouble ahead.
"I'm very disappointed that you did not properly take care of
Theodore and set a bad example by swimming when you should not have.
Lean over the table."
Justin and Oscar's ears perked up at that line. There was going to
be an encore. They stopped pretending that they were doing something
else and watched intently without shame.
"Yes, sir."
"You are going to get ten with my belt, young man. Do not get up
until they are over."
Ward stepped to the side of Wallace and removed his belt. He wrapped
the buckle end around his hand and raised it. It crashed down hard
on the already red hot butt with a loud WHACK!! Wally gripped the
table very tightly. He did not want to move. The strap was raised
and lowered to kiss the hot tail nine more times.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
Not only did Justin and Oscar see how Wally's butt showed the stripes
from the belt but also how his knuckles turned white as he gripped
the table as tightly as he could. They knew that this was for real.
WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!! WHACK!!
"You may put your trunks on now Wallace." The Beaver handed them to
him and he quickly put them on. He was glad that he did not cry
again. A minute they were both in the water letting their bottoms
cool more than they were swimming.
They were not alone in the water for just then Jen, Justin and Oscar
received permission to swim. All three dashed for the water to hide
their arousals. Justin and Oscar immediately went after Beaver to
ask him about being spanked by his brother rather than his father.
Actually The Beaver really did not know what to tell them as this was
the first time beyond the obvious that it still hurt.
Wally had a much more complex situation. A beautiful young lady was
interested in him but he was terribly embarrassed as she had just
seen him strapped while naked and, even worse, spanked like a little
boy. What he did not know was how excited she was having seen him
getting strapped and his yummy bod with his full sized male parts
swinging. She did try to put him at easy by telling him: "I've often
seen my brothers spanked but your buns are really cute in a manly
way." Wally blushed all over. He thought that obvious indication of
discomfort would get her to leave him alone but it had the reverse
effect. She thought it made him look even cuter. She quickly moved
to him and jumped on him. Both The Beaver and Oscar thought that she
was acting like a large immature puppy dog. As Wally fell backward
under her unexpected weight, she planted a great big kiss on his face
which she maintained as they slipped under the surface while she
cupped his crotch.
When they resurfaced they were both gasping for breath although she
was still hanging on to him and he was supporting her. She smiled
and gave him another kiss. This one was better aimed and they
osculated properly lips to lips. What the rest of the world was not
privy to was that they were also rubbing crotches under water. All
their siblings splashed them so that they separated before either set
of parents observed their unseemly behavior.
Oscar commented to The Beaver and Justin that at least Wally had
washed off the _girl germs_ from that kissing. This earned him a
dunking from both of them. It would have gotten him pantsed if both
set of parents were not watching.
By the time they got out of the water it was learnt that Jen _et at._
had just moved to Mayfield from crazy and wild California. Jen did
tell Wally her phone number and he was delighted that it was on the
other side of town so that she would be in the other high school.
Although she did not seem to care that he got spanked and strapped,
he did not really want it known about school. Mayfield was a lot
more sedate than California.
When they left for home, the boys realized how bumpy the roads were
as they tried to sit still on the drive home.
It was not until hours later when they were in bed with the lights
out that Wally spoke to The Beaver about events. "Beav, I'm very
sorry about what happened today. I now know what dad meant when he
told us that spanking us hurt him more than it did us. Spanking you
hurt me more on the inside than dad spanking and strapping me did on
the outside. But I'm very sorry that I hurt you. Please, please
forgive me."
The Beaver was very understanding. "Wally, I know that dad made you
do it and it would have hurt me more if he had spanked me. There is
nothing to forgive. But what was it like when Jen kissed you?"
Wally broke out in great big grin and said: "She a _California_ girl.
From _crazy and wild California._ It was _FUN_." He had already
decided that he would call her for a date.
The End
(C) Copyright by A.I.L. January 22, 2001
Y.
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