As guys mature and learn to jerk their cocks, they definitely have to learn which pussy’s can be mounted and which ones need to be left alone. The safe girl to fuck is the one you marry, but high school boys are ready to fuck long before they are ready to marry. Still, some vaginas need to be avoided, and if you get that wrong it can be costly. Even when the girl is the same age and eager, the boy still has to be careful, because they can change their minds and the difference sometimes between a willing girl you just fucked and one that thinks she’s been raped is not always as clear cut as one might think. And for sure, if you look through history, lots of men have been killed, imprisoned, and castrated when they failed to heed the messages and ignored societal constraints.

There is another class of pussy that has to be avoided as well, even though the girl who has it is eager and ready and willing. Those are the hardest to leave alone, but still the consequences for failing to do so can be swift and severe. This class is the kind that are “protected,” and if you are a teenage boy and you dare to fuck a “protected pussy” it can be just as costly as fucking an illegal one. Most boys know that too, and any guy that thinks he’s going to fuck the mafia boss’s daughter would be crazy to try. If you fuck a man’s wife, or put your dick into a young pussy whose father has warned you not to then it can be a fuck that will have life changing consequences. Far too many boys over the years have found that out, and some have ended up in the bottom of a river. As for me, I didn’t end up dead, but after it was all said and done, I fucked a “protected pussy” and ended up without my balls. And when you are eighteen and your nuts have been sliced off with a knife, then the lesson is harsh and it never goes away.

My story really all started with a belt. Yeah, when I purchased that belt I was with my mother, and I remember her telling me it was too expensive, and was so thick it would hardly go in the loops of my jeans. But I hadn’t cared, and hadn’t listened, and when you are fifteen and growing up in Texas a leather belt was something you just had to have. And so I had made the purchase. I had bought it at a western store, and it was 34 inches long, to fit my 30 inch adolescent waist, and it was two inches wide and right about a quarter of an inch thick. I remember especially that I had liked the thickness of the pure grain leather. It was handmade according to the sign in the store, and I also liked the designs that were stamped into the leather. Yeah…I loved that belt, up until it was used to burn my naked ass, and when those designs were ripping over my bare bottom and I was feeling it as it was used to teach me a lesson, well, yeah, after that I didn’t exactly like my belt all that much anymore.

I’ll never forget that night I got THE WARNING, just three days before Christmas. Yeah, on that night I got the warning and it came with an ass burning. Blistered might be a better description, cause after my neighbor was finished with me I was bawling like a ten year old and my ass was definitely on fire. Yeah, it is a memory, one of those that is still crystal, and yet perhaps if I had learned from that lesson I’d still have my balls today. You would have thought I would have got the message, as it was imprinted on my ass. Yeah, it was a pretty serious punishment, and looking back it was supposed to teach me a lesson that I probably needed to learn. Unfortunately, I didn’t learn it well enough.

I was a pretty decent kid growing up, a boy scout too and generally I stayed out of trouble and did what I was told. My grades in school were A’s and B’s, although I remember a couple of C’s that I got somewhere along the line. But I was one of the “good” kids, and when you are a “good kid” and meeting your parents’ expectations on a regular basis, life is pretty good and I was happy.

I don’t know really what made me do what I did, yeah, except that I was shooting through puberty and girls were on my mind. All in all I guess that part of it was normal enough, but even so, I didn’t think in a thousand years I was gonna get caught, because if I had even thought that was a possibility I’m pretty sure I’d have never left my house. For one thing I was shy as hell, and I certainly was no exhibitionist.

My next door neighbors weren’t the type of family I had a lot to do with; I mean I had met them and knew them but they lived their lives and we lived ours. That said, I had been cutting their lawn since the summer I turned thirteen, and so in that sense I had met the man of the house and he had paid me for the work I had done for long enough that I knew some things about him. His wife was cool enough, and they had a daughter. I knew him as Mr. Miller, but he was a Sergeant or something because he had a Marine uniform and I know he worked on the nearby base. He was built like a tank, and his entire body looked like it was molded in a gym, and whatever he did as a soldier staying in shape was certainly a part of it. But other than that I didn’t know all that much about him. The image he projected though was strictly pure business, a no nonsense approach to things, and while in my earlier years I never had any problems with him I sensed enough about him to know he wasn’t the kind of guy you wanted to piss off. But he wasn’t on my mind the night I got in trouble, and looking back on things he probably should have been.

But while he wasn’t in my brain, his daughter was, and I had been aware of her since I could remember. She was older than me by three years and was going to an out of state college, and our differences in age had prevented us from ever becoming friends while we were growing up. Still, I liked her, and she had big tits, yeah, I remember that much even now, and her perfect body was definitely enough to fill the fantasies of my adolescent brain. As it happened she was home that Christmas for the school break, and I had seen her in the previous few days and so I knew she was around. Her name was Samantha, and the last time I had seen her she was getting out of the family car. That had been two days previously and at that time she had winked at me, a big smile on her face and with a sexual look that could only be described as teasing.

I remember that clearly, because up until that moment she had never even looked my way, but perhaps I had matured enough at fifteen to at least catch her eye. That’s hard to say looking back, but those thoughts for sure that I was having and that little smile and wink she had given me definitely had something to do with what followed. Yeah, she had noticed me, perhaps for the first time really, and I for sure had noticed her. Looking back I’m not sure I so much planned what I did after that as rather took advantage of the set of circumstances that had happened by chance. The simple truth was my parents were gone and I was home alone, a teenage boy with teenage hormones and nothing to do. So, well, things being what they were and my mind being where it was, I had just up and decided on a whim to go outside and do a little “hunting” of sorts. All I wanted was a peak, perhaps a chance to see her through her bedroom window. I’m not sure what I was really hoping to find, but I think my general thoughts were that I might get “lucky” and even if I never got to see her undress completely perhaps I could at least get a quick little look at her in her underpants. When you are fifteen it was something at least to hope for.

As for my sex life up to that moment, I hadn’t done anything except jerk myself off, and while that was something I was fairly well practiced in it didn’t stack up to much against the bragging exploits of my friends. As for girls, I had gone on a few dates, and managed exactly two kisses from one Martha Jennings, but other than that my love life was non-existent. At any rate, as it pertains to that night and my ass getting burned, what I do remember thinking about was her basement bedroom window, because when I had cut the yard over the years I had been able to see through that window into her room. There were bushes on both sides of it, but the drapes were almost always open, and while the window wasn’t all that big it was all I needed. It was a basement window, so it was at ground level outside and high up on the wall on the inside, and since I knew about that window, and I knew where her room was it seemed at the time a logical place to go if you wanted to try and get a peak at a girl taking off her clothes. I know for sure I was having those thoughts as I left the house. Yeah, I’m not sure I planned anything else, but I do remember thinking she would probably be getting ready for bed at some point, and so perhaps I was hoping that if I got really lucky I might even be able to see something if I was there to look. Yeah, it all seems so damn stupid now, but when a teenage boy starts letting his dick think for him, things can happen. And for sure, on that night things happened and in the end I got my ass burned.

It’s been too many years and I’m not sure of the details on the WHY behind what I did, because that’s been lost to time but I know for sure that I never saw myself as some kind of pervert. Even after I lost my balls I don’t feel I got a fair break, but there are certainly many who would not agree with me. But that first time, when I went hunting for a peak, well, I can’t explain it and I’m not trying to justify it either. But WHAT I did was wrong, yeah, that much I know for sure and I’m not saying it wasn’t. It was about ten o’clock on that warm December night, and my parents were at my great aunt’s and were not planning to return until Saturday. I had almost gone with them, but I had convinced them that at fifteen I was old enough to take care of myself for one night, and so they had trusted me. I hadn’t thought that much about it when they left, other than I hadn’t wanted to see my great aunt and do the “family” thing. Truth is I really didn’t like her all that much, and besides she liked to pinch my cheeks and give me a big kiss, which I sure as hell hated. So anyway, as it turned out I was there, alone in my house on a Friday night, watching television and just holding down the house. The truth is that soon I was bored, like teenagers can be, especially when they can’t have a friend over and it’s Friday night. Anyway, I decided to do what I did almost as if it was a random idea that just popped up into my brain and I went with it. Whatever the reason, as the evening drew on I just up and walked outside, and went over to my neighbor’s home and slipped quietly into their back yard.

I remember that when I got near her window it was open, and her light was on, and that’s when my heart started pounding. As I noted earlier it was a small basement window, at ground level and the curtains were pulled wide open and so as luck would have it I was able to stare right into her room. It was pretty dark outside, except that there was a porch light on and so the back yard was partially illuminated. Even so I was not standing directly next to that window, and so I was pretty sure she wasn’t going to see me as long at I didn’t make any noise. What had my full attention though when I looked into her room was that she was standing there in front of her dresser, braless, just staring into the mirror at her perfect tits, with her bedroom door closed and her no doubt assuming she was totally alone. Oh fuck! I could see everything in the mirror reflection, and her perfect tits were better than I had ever imagined them to be. I stared, my mouth no doubt hanging open, and she had a cute ass that was covered at that moment in only in a very thin looking pair of silk panties. They were baby blue in color, and that seemed to accentuate every curve in her beautiful body. That was all she was wearing! Fuck she was hot! In hindsight I also remember a neighbor’s dog barking, a yard or two away, and yet that didn’t really register because at that point her tits were mine to see and I was sure mesmerized by the opportunity. Yeah, from my vantage point I could see everything!

Of course my dick went hard, rock hard as it does on a teenage boy when he sees his first real set of tits and an almost naked girl standing in front of him. I stared, I gasped, and I looked at her looking at herself. I don’t really remember the dog that was barking either, other than to remember that I was aware of it, but it didn’t seem all that important and by then I was thinking with a one track mind. Even so I do remember hoping he would quiet down, and perhaps things would have turned out differently if he had.

I’m not really aware of when I did what I did next, but at some point I just undid the buckle on my favorite belt and unsnapped my jeans, and then I just lowered my pants and underwear to my ankles and started working my pole. I was just a teenage boy doing what teenage boys do. As I look back on it, I was tall and thin and had that swimmer’s build. My dick wasn’t all that thick, but it had lengthened a lot in the previous year, and I did have a small blond patch of pubic hair above my cock. Otherwise though I was smooth just about everywhere else, and for sure I hadn’t started shaving, and my armpits were for the most part hairless. I guess I was a typical lanky looking teenage male, sprouting his way through puberty and halfway through the transition between boy and man. My voice had changed, although on occasion it still cracked at awkward times. As I previously said, sexually at fifteen I had certainly jacked off before, and so I was familiar with the feelings and the need, and yet somehow it was oh so much more intense as I stared at her, looking at the curves of her body and her oh-so-perfect tits. Then, to pure luck it seemed, as my fingers fucked my dick she pulled upward on her panties and when I saw her silky blue panties going up the crack of her ass I know I got even harder, and after that I’m sure I was stroking like a madman as I stared and watched and beat my pole.

And what I really wasn’t thinking about, the really stupid part, was that if the lights were ON in the house and she was in her room and going to bed, then of course you would think it should have been pretty damn obvious that SOMEBODY ELSE was HOME as well. Yeah, I mean, looking back it should have been obvious to a moron that her mom and dad were home too, but I don’t know because for some reason that wasn’t the way my teenage mind was thinking. Looking back I still don’t know how he figured it out, but my best guess is that he heard that stupid dog, and decided to find out what was causing that mutt to bark at the world.

What I do know for sure though is that I jacked my cock and stared at her, and she was hot as hell and I was staring and jacking and for that moment in my life there was nothing in all the world but her tits and her panties and my cock and my fist.

I probably didn’t take all that long, but even so I remember slowing down at some point, just to savor it, not wanting to cum until she showed me her pussy. As it turned out that never happened, but even so I jerked and stared and savored every second I was looking into her window. In my mind I was in her bed, fucking her, probing the depths of her pussy with my teenage pole. As I had the fantasy I pumped my rod and my big balls swung to the rhythm, and it felt better and better and my cock started leaking precum. At fifteen my balls were large for my age, and so as they bounced to the rhythm of my stroking I was aware of them swinging. I watched and fantasized and jerked myself off, and kept it going faster and faster until I squirted of course, and when I came it was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I remember everything about it.

I even remember that I had tried to be quiet, but even though I bit my lip my dick made that slurp-slurp-slurp sound as I jerked it, and I also know that I gasped as I started to shoot my load, pumping my white cream onto the dead winter lawn I had cut the previous summer. As I grunted it out I also remember that I tossed my head back, staring at the stars in the sky as my entire teenage body shuddered from the spasms emanating in my dick. I was cumming with the biggest load of my life, and I was still shooting out my jism when I heard the sound I’ll never forget. It was just a sound, a change in the night more than a particular thing, but it was enough that when I heard it I turned my head and looked in the direction from which it had come. In that single second everything changed, and after that I just wanted to die.

Her father was staring right at me, and his stare was solid ice and the anger on his face was unmistakable. I couldn’t believe it! But sure as shit he had caught me, and I was totally stunned to be looking at him, staring at him as he stared at me, caught red handed with my dick in my hand and my jism shooting out of my teenage cock, my wad flying out of my dick in ropes of cream. He was less than fifteen feet from me, and it was crystal clear that he had watched me for at least long enough to see me pumping my pole and squirting out my seed standing in front of his daughter’s bedroom window. In all my life, that single instant is frozen forever in my mind, when I suddenly found myself staring at that man and seeing him staring back at me. Even now, these many years later, that moment is the single instant that defines one of the most humiliating events in my life.

“GREGORY TANNER, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

Yeah, how do you answer that? I remember the look, the anger even, and there I was sure-as-shit, caught dead-to-rights and nothing I could say or do. My cock didn’t care, and for some stupid reason it squirted one final shot, and then I was done, the moment of humiliation total and he taking in all in. Hell, I wasn’t even sure WHY I was there but it was over at that point and my load of sperm was definitely spattered out on his winter lawn and my fist was slick with the rest of it. Almost to make that point he turned on the flashlight then, hitting me in the face, then my hard dick, the end wet with my slime. The light caught it all, even my load of spunk splattered out in front of me, and yet what I most remember about that moment was that I didn’t know how in the world I was gonna face my parents once they found out.

I don’t know if I was thinking my dad was gonna kill me or what, but even as I was looking at Mr. Miller and the anger in his face I was already thinking about my own dad and what was gonna happen once he was called. That’s funny now, because that was my first thought, and looking back on it my dad didn’t do all that much, and I guess I should have know that since he never spanked me in his life. Hell, I had a virgin butt as far as any punishment went, and so I had no idea really, none at all, about what a REAL spanking was all about. Sure, I knew my friends and some of them had stories of getting their ass thrashed, and for sure the gym teachers had paddles in my high school and I had seen them used a couple of times, but even with all of that my own ass had not been lit on fire ever in my life, and so perhaps I didn’t understand enough to be scared shitless like I should have been.

What I do remember is that I dropped my dick and reached for my pants, but it was way too late for that and he just said: “DON’T TOUCH THOSE PANTS! YOU’VE EARNED YOURSELF A WHIPPING GREG, AND YOU MIGHT AS WELL KEEP EM DOWN. I’VE ALREADY SEEN MORE THAN I WANT AND YOUR BARE BOTTOM HAS IT COMING. YEAH, I CAN ASSURE YOU YOUNG MAN THAT YOUR ASS NEEDS A THRASHING AND I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE IT GETS ONE.”

I had no idea what to do, but I wasn’t stupid and I knew I had fucked up and even though I had never been spanked in my entire life it was hard to argue that I didn’t deserve it now. Shit! I didn’t even think of trying to run, and perhaps I think I was resigned to it. I certainly felt bad and knew what I had been doing was wrong, and while my own parents didn’t spank me I had enough friends who had been that I figured I certainly had it coming. Almost as if to confirm that, Mr. Miller walked right up to me, and as he approached it was crystal clear he was mad as hell.

When he reached me he grabbed my right arm and I saw him glance down at the window. By then his daughter had heard the commotion, and she had grabbed a towel and had covered her tits, but even so he already had it all figured out. For a second his daughter came right up to the widow, staring out from within her lighted room to see what the hell was going on, and in that instant it was clear she saw my teenage dick jutting upward, still bobbing to my heartbeat and with my man-sized balls hanging down like two plumbs ripe for the picking. I gasped as I realized she saw me, and that’s about the same time when he said: “LOOK AT ME YOU PERVERT! LOOK AT ME AND NOT AT HER!”

I did, and we stared at each other. I didn’t say anything. I was too scared to. I wasn’t sure if he was going to kill me or what, so I just stood there with my slicked up dick still pointing up at the sky. But I also turned away from the window, and so I was facing him then, and in doing so I put my naked ass to the window. That much wasn’t an accident, because I knew at that point she was looking out at me and I didn’t want her seeing my cock anymore. I had always been a shy boy, and at that moment in my life I was mortified. Of course, she already had seen everything I had at that point, and with the window wide open I had no doubts that she was taking it all in and listening too, but even so I was totally embarrassed and the very last thing on earth I wanted was to have her looking at me. For sure I felt so damn stupid, and I would have given anything to have been able to be somewhere else.

I just stood there, trying to cover up what was left of my erection, not knowing what was going to happen but being more embarrassed than I had ever been. I remember too that I wanted to cry and the tears formed as I looked at him. Even so I didn’t move, and didn’t say anything either. Hell, I was too afraid to move! He just looked at me while he closed his fist tighter around my upper arm, and then he looked down and stared at my dick and my futile attempt to cover it. Then the anger was clearly boiling inside of him, and you could almost sense him struggling with the decision on what to do. Finally, he said in a somewhat subdued tone, the words that preceded the burning of my ass.

“Well Gregory, I hope you are proud of yourself. I have known you for quite some time, and I thought you were better than this. Yeah, you really outdid yourself tonight! I’m sure your parents wouldn’t be real happy with you right now, would they?”

I shook my head side-to-side, totally humiliated. He was right of course, and I had the thought: “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Then almost to emphasize the same point, he continued: “I’m ashamed of you young man! You sure as hell know better than to sneak around like a peeping Tom! How dare you jack your cock while you stare at my daughter through her bedroom window!? How dare you?”

I tried to apologize, to tell him I was sorry, but he wasn’t listening. Instead he continued, “You know, you’re damn lucky, because I know some fathers that would cut your nuts off for what you did tonight. And while I might be tempted to, I’m not going to. But you certainly deserve a bare assed whipping, and that I’m definitely going to give it to you. If you try to run away, or fight me in any way, then I’m going to call the police, and they and your parents can deal with you. If you are that stupid, I’ll bring charges and let your parents sort them out. You got that? I’m dead serious. So, the question for you is this: “Are you ready to have your ass thrashed, or do I need to go call the cops?”

What a question! Of course, there was really only one answer, and so with a nod and a whisper it was decided and my fate was sealed. I was going to get my first spanking! I resigned myself to it, and he didn’t waste any time getting it started.

He looked down at my feet, and that’s when he said: “Give me your belt. I think it’s just the ticket to teach a misbehaving teenage boy a good lesson.”

I could have died! MY OWN BELT! Shit! I think I hesitated, but then he just squeezed my arm harder at that point, and I was shaking I was so damn scared. But that was enough to get me to reach down and pull that belt out of my jeans, and as I handed it to him he let go of my arm and grinned. I watched him as he felt the thickness of the leather, and traced his fingers along the indentations in the leather from the designs that were stamped into it. It had a scroll pattern all along it’s length and he sure seemed pleased with that. He unsnapped the belt buckle and let it fall to the ground, and then he doubled the leather over and swung it through the air. It was stiff, and as soon as I saw it in his hand I knew it was going to hurt like hell.

He smacked it against his own leg and grinned, and after he had tested it out, he took my arm again and spun me around and walked me right up to the side of his house. I tripped on my pants that were still wrapped around my ankles, but he just kept pushing and so I ended up stepping out of them altogether to keep from falling over. In the process I ended up kicking off my sneakers too, so that by the time I was in position against the side of his house I was standing there with only a t-shirt and a pair of white socks on. Other than that, I was totally naked, my spent dick starting to shrink in fear by that point. Still, it was dripping a line of slime out of it , a single line of man-juice left from my teenage wad, and I noticed it but there was nothing I could do about it. I was totally exposed, and my dick was hanging wet and covered with my sperm for all the world to see.

He made me bend over then, so that my ass was stuck out, with my two arms stretched out and up against the side of his home. But he didn’t like the way my t-shirt was partially over my ass, so he had me pull it off and toss it to the ground. God! After that I was standing there totally naked, except for my white socks, and it was not a good feeling. After I took off my shirt he had me put my two hands back against the side of his house, and as it turned out I was directly in front of her window, which was really the only place I could stand because there were some bushes on each side of it. At any rate, I was aware of that, but I’m not sure he was caring so much about the window and was more just determined to get on with the spanking and he wasn’t in the mood to look for a better place to do it. Regardless of the reason, there I was, my legs spread and my arms stretched out, standing there in front of that window on full display, my bare ass perched up and eager, almost as if it was begging to be punished. At that point I was staring at the bricks on the side of his house, but my crotch was directly in front of her window and I could look down and see the window, and just as I was being put in position the lights in her room went out, and after that I couldn’t see anything inside anymore. But there was still enough light from the porch that I wasn’t in the dark, and so I knew right then that she was watching everything from inside. I wanted to die, but there was nothing I could do about it, and so I stood there naked, my legs spread and my teenage dick and balls just a foot or so away from her open window. Of course, when you are a fifteen year old teenage boy, it was not a good position to be in, but yet there was nothing I could do about it and it was clear even to me that I had certainly misbehaved.

Then he said: “Spread those legs wider boy! I want them wide apart, because you are gonna feel this belt of yours, and it’s going to spank you in places you can’t imagine, and in the process I’m going to teach you a lesson you aren’t ever gonna forget. That’s a PROMISE!”

I remember spreading my legs, and I could feel the cool night air on my balls and I felt totally exposed and completely vulnerable. Then, I was suddenly aware that his right arm was in motion, and I heard it then, the sound of my leather belt as it ripped through the air. As it struck me the sound changed to a crack, and in that instant the most intense burn I had ever felt in my entire life ripped across both cheeks of my ass, and I know my dick flicked upward and struck my belly. FUCK THAT BELT HURT!

SWISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

“YEOWWWWWWWW!” I screamed, the pain shooting through my bottom and suddenly it was all too real. I didn’t have time to think about it though, because there was another swish and a crack, and then another and then after that they came in a blur one right after the other without any hesitation or pause in between.

That belt just burned across my butt, and sometimes it wrapped around one of my legs, sometimes kissing the inside between my thighs and other times going around the far side and burning my entire outside leg in the process. He spanked me with that belt of mine from my knees to my waist, burning that strip of leather again and again and again into me. There was no mercy, and he swung hard and he made damn sure it hurt.

I heard someone screaming out in desperation, and then realized it was me, and I was begging after that. Soon enough I was just blubbering, the tears coming in a flood like a ten year old. My voice cracked like a pubescent teenager, and I begged him to stop but he only intensified my punishment. He literally burned my own belt into my naked bottom, and he changed sides at some point and worked that leather over each leg, making sure that the tip of it wrapped around my thighs and turned them both scarlet red. At one point the tip of my belt almost kissed my bag, and while it missed my scrotum it was close enough that I know I screamed. He had my belt moving so fast by then it was a blur, and I felt the fire of his vengeance in a way I could never have imagined. Most of the blows were across the cheeks of my rear, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, and sometimes hitting them both at once. He knew what he was doing, and he even worked that thing like a whip into the very crack of my ass, flicking the end over my hole on several occasions. I jumped and jerked and begged, but that belt burned my bottom in lines of pain, and like a thousand angry hornets it stung again and again and again.

My entire ass was his pallet and my belt was his paintbrush, and at one point he even told me to grab my cheeks and spread them wide. Oh fuck that really hurt then, but I stayed bent over and did what I was told. He whipped the entire length of my crack then, and it sure hurt like hell, and he never showed me any mercy, not that I expected any. Even my hole was his target at times, and nothing hurts worse than having your own leather belt cracked across the entrance to your bowels.

Through it all I knew of course she was watching, and there is no doubt she stared out at me through the same window I had used to stare at her, and so as I got my ass burned I knew she was staring at my balls and my cock and watching it all. I wanted to be stoic, to take it like a man, but it was way too much for me and so instead I yelped and jerked and twisted and squirmed at the end of my own belt, the fire burning every inch of my rear and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“YEOWWWWWWWWWW!!!” I screamed as that belt kissed my hole again, and I know for sure at one point I thrust with my hips and literally fucked the air with my rod as I dodged and moved to try and avoid the onslaught that was turning my entire bottom flame red like a nuclear fire. At one point I was well aware that I was really jerking my rear end all over the place, trying to dodge that belt, and as I was doing that my dick was flopping to the right and left, slapping up against me as I squirmed and struggled. I got hard again from the friction I guess, at least partially, and as realized it I heard her giggle, and the humiliation of the moment was just more than I could take. The tears came then in a flood, but he didn’t care of course, and he continued to set my bottom on fire, blistering the skin right off of it as he worked that belt over every inch of bare skin. By the time he was done I was just a blubbering little boy, totally sorry and totally ashamed.

Several times he worked that belt between my legs, so that it burned the sensitive skin there, and he worked it right across the sweet sit spot and burned my bottom until it was glowing. He showed me no mercy, none at all, and instead mercilessly worked that leather belt until it has spanked every square inch of exposed flesh. It hurt more than I can describe, and without any question he literally set my entire ass on fire.

The last thing he did was to reach up between my legs and grab my balls. As he did, he pulled backwards on them, and then with his other hand he whipped me with my belt inside the deep “V” of my legs. It was not a good feeling, feeling that girl’s father gripping my balls, protecting them in a way as he belted the inner reaches of my thighs. He whipped me with a vengeance, and as he did his fist tightened until I was filled with pain, and then I screamed. God my balls hurt then! There is nothing like having a mad father squeezing your balls and belting your ass, and I stared with wide open eyes and felt his anger in my soul as I took the rest of my punishment.

I was totally reduced to a blubbering crying boy, and when he finally finished he didn’t say anything, but suddenly he tossed my belt to the ground and dropped my nuts and then he grabbed my arm. Then without saying a single word he marched me across his back yard and up the porch stairs. I was bawling like a ten year old at that point, but he didn’t seem to care, and holding my arm like a vice he escorted me into his home, and then down the basement stairs to his daughter’s room, where he knocked on her door. As he did, he said: “Sam, the boy from next door is standing here and he sure seems anxious to apologize to you. Could you please open up so he can?”

I was shaking, and my ass hurt so fucking bad and the tears were flooding down my cheeks and my voice was shrill and high like a young boys. My dick was hanging down like a wet noodle again at that point, the earlier excitement in my pole literally whipped right out of me. It took a minute or so, but then her door opened then, slowly, and she was there and all dressed up in a robe. Even so her tits were pushing outward on it, and of course I knew she was wearing those blue panties, and for half an instant my dick started to stir all over again. Luckily it didn’t grow any more, but at that moment I was face to face with her, closer than I had ever been in my entire life. She took it all in, my wet face and the crocodile tears flowing from my eyes, and of course with my dick and balls exposed and hanging like a little boy’s I was totally humiliated. Except for the white socks I was totally naked too, and I was more embarrassed at that moment than I had ever been in my life. She grinned then, and with her dad’s prompting I whimpered out an apology, saying I was sorry, but it wasn’t enough for him.

Then her dad raised his voice and said: “YOU NEED TO DO BETTER THAN THAT! TELL HER EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE SORRY FOR, WHAT YOU DID AND MAKE SURE YOU MEAN IT! OTHERWISE I’M GOING TO START YOUR PUNISHMENT ALL OVER, AND IF I DO THAT I JUST MIGHT CUT YOUR NUTS OFF AFTER I’M DONE!”

Then, to make the point I guess, he reached between my legs from behind, and as he grabbed my scrotum one more time he said: “DO YOU WANT TO LOSE THESE BOY?”

I gasped, and begged him, and I stared at her as her father held my balls and I just wanted to die. As he held them, he said: “I’LL DO IT TOO---IF I HAVE TO NUT YOU TO PROTECT SAM I WILL! YEAH---THAT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE! I OUGHT TO CASTRATE YOU RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW, AND HELL, GETTING RID OF THESE MIGHT BE DOING YOU A FAVOR! YOU SURE DON’T DESERVE THEM!”

Then, he released my scrotum, and said: “YEAH, YOUR BIG BALLS ARE YOUR PROBLEM. YOU ARE A PERVET BOY, SO UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO START CUTTING, YOU HAD BETTER APOLOGIZE---NOW!”

OH FUCK! He wasn’t kidding!

I apologized then! As I stared at that college girl, I apologized, and I said I was sorry for sneaking up on her, sorry for peeking into her room, and I even told her I was sorry I had jacked off while I looked at her. It was all true of course, and I WAS SORRY, more sorry than I had ever been before about anything. My face was beat red of course, no doubt matching my flame red ass, and she seemed to grin as I apologized and I think she got a kick out of watching me do it. What I do remember for certain is that as soon as I blubbered out my apology, her dad let me go, and then he said “GO HOME GREG, AND THE NEXT TIME YOU WANT TO JERK YOURSELF OFF, I SUGGEST YOU LOOK AT A MAGAZINE AND DO IT IN YOUR OWN BATHROOM!”

Then, he lowered his voice, but what he said next I can never forget as long as I live. He looked right into my eyes then, and in a dead serious manner he said: “One more thing. If you remember nothing else, remember this. If I EVER catch you so much as looking at my daughter with your pants unzipped, I’ll cut your balls off. I mean it too! IF THERE IS A NEXT TIME I’LL CASTRATE YOU!”

I ran home as fast as I could! The weird part is later than night I jacked off all over again, thinking about her, and him, and about my spanking. My ass burned for a long time, and I think it took several days for the marks on my ass to slowly go away. But it wasn’t the marks on my ass that caused me the problem. No, for a Christmas present he told my parents, and they were totally ashamed of me, of my being a “pervert” and they were even glad that I had been given a whipping! In fact, they thanked him for belting me! I could hardly face them. It was a horrible Christmas, and my mother just glared at me the entire time, and I couldn’t wait for school to start up again.

The very thought their son had been jacking off in front of a girl’s window just freaked them out, and I don’t think they ever really got over it. I was grounded for six months, on top of the whipping I got, but the worst part was that the word got out at school and I picked up the nickname of the “Window Whacker.” I don’t know who told on me, but somebody sure did and needless to say, it’s not a name you want in high school. It seemed everyone knew what I had done, and I even got kicked out of my scout troop. I got a reputation for being a sexual deviant and I had to do six months of counseling with my priest who lectured me on the sins of masturbation. I felt so fucking low. Of course I never did sneak out and go peeping into bedroom windows again. That part of the lesson I learned that night. But the other part, the part about leaving his daughter alone or keeping my pants zipped when I was near her, well, that part of it I somehow I didn’t quite take as seriously.

Over the years that followed I continued to cut their yard, partly because my parents insisted I do it, and they wouldn’t let me accept any payment for it either. They said I owed them that much, and I didn’t argue. My dating life came to a stop, and while I went to a couple of dances in high school after that, I never dared to try and get into any girl’s pants. I think I kept remembering the belt, and my whipping, and for some reason pussy hunting seemed a lot less enjoyable after that. Also, most girls wouldn’t even date me, and my reputation as the Window Whacker killed a lot of dates before they got started. So, I did what I could do, and for relief I jerked off a lot. When I was jerk myself off, I would still dream about fucking a pussy, but the reality was that I didn’t think it would ever happen.

Most girls I knew acted like I didn’t exist, and I didn’t go out and it was pointless to try. I didn’t even go to my senior prom. But then, three years after my belt whipping, and shortly after I had turned eighteen, I had the chance to see Samantha again and it’s an afternoon that I’ll never forget as long as I live. It was a June day and I was cutting their lawn on a Saturday, just wearing a pair of gym shorts as I sweated it out and cut their lawn. She came outside in the hot sun and invited me inside for a soda. I had not talked to her since that night I had been spanked with my belt, so it seemed awkward at first but I didn’t turn her down. As it happened she told me her parents weren’t home, and then we started to talk about the night when I was fifteen and how she had watched my spanking, and how funny she had thought it all was.

She told me about her father being so possessive, and how he was hard to live with. She explained he had a temper, which he had picked up in the war in the Middle East. I was staring at her and her big tits, standing there only in my shorts, and as I listened to her my dick started to grow and soon the bulge wasn’t something I could hide. She saw it and grinned, and then she told me that she didn’t really have any boyfriends because her father scared them all off. That’s when I admitted to her I didn’t have a girlfriend. Out of the blue she then she asked me if I was a virgin, and I told her I was.

Then she asked if I still jacked off, and I know I blushed with the question but I admitted I did. Then she wanted to know if I thought of her ever when I was doing “it”, and I admitted that the memory of her and the way she was looking in the mirror was something I thought about pretty often. I told her she was beautiful, and I really loved her big tits. She grinned when I said that, and from there, as the conversation continued, one thing led to another, and then she asked me if I still had a crush on her, and I admitted that I did, and then suddenly things just started moving in a natural direction and the next thing I knew I was opening her pants and seeing a pair of those silk blue panties just like I had remembered oh-so-well.

This time I got more than a look, and soon my mouth was sucking on her beautiful tits and shortly after that I was in her bed and sliding my eager cock into the very pussy I had wanted so many years before. She was a virgin too, and I know as I pushed my eighteen year old cock into her that first time she cried out and then bit her lip, but then after that I slid all the way and soon she seemed to be in heaven. Still I took my time, and we were just two virgin lovers feeling out the moment and making it happen. She was coming up on 22, and I was 18, and I was in heaven. As I felt her heat and her wetness and listened to her moaning I slowly pushed my pole into her to the hilt and felt my balls churn and then soon after that I fucked her slow, in and out and with each stroke I pushed in deep until my balls were up against the entrance to her vagina. My cock had thickened since she had last seen it, and it was clear from the way she moaned that she enjoyed every inch of my manhood. As we lost our virginity together everything seemed perfect and for a priceless second she and I were one and the same. She felt so fucking good, and then in a total surprise move she suddenly smacked my ass with her hand, hard, and as she did the memory came back in a flood, and then suddenly I shot my load and filled her with my cream. As I ejaculated she laughed, and I pumped into her and laughed as well. God it felt so damn good to finally be a man!

Afterwards we just lay in her bed, and my spent dick wilted and yet I didn’t pull it out. I just lay on top of her, my relaxed cock just resting inside her, and I felt so good right then, and my cock was more satisfied than it had ever been. Finally, the muscles of her womanhood slowly squeezed out my cock, and I rolled over then on my side and gazed at her beautiful body. I had fucked her and it felt so damn good! She was mine, and my sperm was dripping from her, and the wetness was clearly on the sheets between her legs. It was a hell of a big wad and I had the too late thought that I probably should have used a rubber. Of course it was far too late for that, and so I just lay there and enjoyed the afterglow of my first real sex and just hoped like hell she wouldn’t get pregnant. Still, I fondled her beautiful tits, and savored the feeling of being together.

A few minutes later the surprising thing was that my cock started to get hard again, and clearly I was having an incredible afternoon. She felt my cock thicken and that’s when she wrapped her fingers around it and made it swell until it was rock hard all over again. She had a deep look on her face, and that’s when she slid downward and took it into her mouth. I had never been sucked before, and the feeling overwhelmed me. As she licked and sucked and stared up at me, I gasp, and then I looked down at her and watched her bobbing up and down on my pole. She looked at me and sucked on my cock, flicking her tongue through the slit and licking every inch of my eighteen year old pole. She just increased her sucking until she was bobbing up and down with her mouth on the full length of my erection. It was way too much, and a few minutes after that I tossed my head back and grunted, and then I shot another load and filled her mouth with my spunk. After I had shot, she grinned, and with my sperm dripping from between her lips she said “I want you to fuck me again Greg, only this time, do it from behind!”

Of course, having just spurted out my cream twice in a row, that wasn’t quite possible, but she kept begging me to, still licking my wet cock and not giving up. It’s funny now I supposed in a way, but I never really went totally soft as she was licking my pole, even after I ejaculated that second time, and then in a total surprise even to me soon enough my dick slowly stiffened once more. I was like a sex machine, and hard as it is to believe now I was soon rock hard and jutting and all over again. For the second time then I mounted her, this time with her turned over and with her ass up in the air like she wanted, her legs spread and with her head on her pillow. Soon my cock was sliding in and out like a piston, and in this position it seemed I could drive even deeper into her. Oh fuck she felt oh so good!

Nevertheless, my balls were pretty much empty, and so it took me a lot longer to cum. As I fucked her she reached down and started to finger herself, so as I was fucking her she was also stimulating herself with her right hand. Soon she started going crazy with the feeling, and suddenly she cried out, and tossed her head back and her entire body shuddered. She was coming! I could literally feel her body spasm beneath me, and her muscles inside her pussy seemed to grip my cock in waves of pleasure. Still, even with that, my cock was just about all fucked out, and so it was taking a lot longer, and that’s probably because I had already ejaculated twice just minutes before. Still, it felt really good, and I wanted to shoot one more time.

To make the feeling build I was soon fucking her hard after that, so hard I was sweating, trying to get that feeling to build to the point I could shoot out one more wad. It was hard work in a way, and after she came she just lay there under me, totally satisfied, feeling me thrust and grunt and fuck her with deep penetrating strokes. The feeling within my nuts was very slow to build, and I was fucking her so fast I was like a machine, slamming my cock in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer. Soon I was slick with sweat, and my hips were moving in a blur. She seemed deep in thought as her tits bounced to the rhythm, and I was actually out of breath I was fucking her so fast.

Her bedroom seemed really hot as hell to me, and my big nuts were so loose and hanging like a bulls at that point that I could feel them swinging into the front of her pussy as I fucked her from behind. I fucked her faster and harder, with a single purpose at that point to get off one more time. God I was spent, and yet I fucked with a vengeance. Finally, it reached a point where she actually asked me to slow down.

“Gregory….go slow. Your dick is starting to irritate me.”

And so I did, pausing long enough to catch my breath. Even so, I kept my cock moving slowly, in and out, and she seemed oh-so-quiet then, and she didn’t say anything. But she wasn’t laughing, and was just so damn quiet, almost as if she was just waiting for me to finish.

I probably should have just pulled out and been satisfied, but I was a teenage boy with his hard cock deep inside a hot and dripping pussy, and pulling out and leaving just didn’t even enter my mind as an option. Instead, I started moving my hips faster again, sliding my cock in and out then faster and faster, trying I think to get it done and to just finish the fuck. I was desperate to come then, and so once I started up again. I was soon really slamming my pole into her, literally fucking her with all I had, and I think it was too much for her.

Samantha’s body was bouncing as I fucked her, and then she said: “Oh…OH Stop! OH…oh….oh…it’s starting to hurt Greg. I think you need to stop.”

But I couldn’t stop, not right then, because finally my balls had started to churn and I was getting really close. She said it again, louder this time: “STOP! OH STOP!” but I was THERE right then, and how do you stop right when your nuts have reached the point of no return? As it turned out, instead of stopping, I continued fucking her, increasing the speed and depth of my stroking almost as if I was trying to drive my cock right through her.

This time she screamed “STOPPPPPP! YOU’RE RAPING ME!” and just as she did my nuts finally exploded and I finally began to ejaculate another big wad into her pussy. At that very instant, just as I was cumming and she was screaming suddenly her bedroom door burst open and in that instant everything changed. Her father was there, still in his Marine uniform and obviously just home from work, and now he was responding to his daughter’s screams for help. The look on his face is one I’ll never forget! I yelled out “OH…OH FUCK!” and he yelled as well too, and then so did she!

I’ll never forget what he said: “OH MY GOD—YOU’RE DEAD YOU FUCKER!”

To add fuel to a bad situation, at the same instant Samantha yelled out: “HELP ME DADDY---HE RAPED ME!”

I knew without any doubt I was in serious trouble, a lot more serious than when I had been caught jacking my cock in front of her window. I panicked of course, and pulled my cock out in a flash even while I was still ejaculating. As I did my sperm was still jetting out of my pole and I saw his eyes take it all in and at that moment the look in is eyes was a thousand times more intense than that night he had caught me jacking off, and his face was so red with anger I’ll never forget it. Oh I tried to run then, but there was nowhere to go and I was no match for him. He hit me with his fist, and then he literally threw me across her room. When I hit the floor I spun around and again tried to run, but as I turned away from him he was on me in a flash. He was a strong man, and his soldier training kicked in and he slammed me into the floor. I started to get up but he hit me from behind, and I crumpled like a rag doll from the intensity of his blow. Suddenly I felt his fist as he grabbed my hanging scrotum, squeezing it so hard I screamed from the pain. He literally had me by the balls!

He jerked me backwards with his clinched fist then so hard I screamed, and then I was pulled upward off the floor, so that only my on hands and feet were touching. He literally hoisted me right off the floor with his fist, jerking me up by my scrotum so hard I almost passed out from the pain. I begged, but he was a man in a rage and his fist was clamping down on my hanging manhood and then he started swinging me in a circle, so my feet and hands were just scrapping the floor as he spun me in a circle. He was swinging me by the balls, and I had the thought that he might pull my balls right off. I screamed from the pain and the fear, begging him, but the next thing I knew he had pulled his knife from his belt, and then a second after that it was up against the top of my balls. His left fist was wrapped around the neck of my scrotum, and the knife was against it, up next to my body where my scrotum had been attached to me for eighteen years. I begged him then with all I had, but he just said: “I warned you TANNER! I WARNED YOU!”

I yelled “NO!!!!! OH GOD…PLEASE DON’T!”

Just as I yelled out I glanced to his daughter, who was lying in her bed faced away from me. She was still laying face down and flat on her tits, with her legs still spread wide, and in that position her just-fucked pussy was open and exposed, and I could clearly see my last load of spunk that was literally running out of her hole. As it turned out, it was my last sight as a man.

In the next instant I felt this burn between my legs that cannot really be described, and in that second it was all too late and I went from man to a eunuch with the slice of his knife. He did it fast, and with a single jerk of his wrist he had yanked his knife right through the top of my scrotum, and in that instant my balls came free in his hand.

The rest of the story isn’t worth telling. I collapsed to her bedroom floor, and after he went to his daughter and consoled her, then he called for an ambulance. Before it arrived he flushed my big nuts down his toilet, and I’m sure that was to make sure the doctors didn’t perform a miracle cure and sew them back on me. The cops came and he eventually went to trial. But after it was all said and his fancy lawyer had paraded a score of individuals attesting to my earlier perversion through the courtroom and she had backed her dad at my expense, the jury of his peers let him off.

“NOT GUILTY” they had said, and I was portrayed as the eighteen year old man who was such a pervert that he couldn’t keep his dick in my pants. The weird part is I also went to trial for the rape, and while they painted me as a pervert, the rape charge didn’t stick. So, yeah, I avoided jail, as did he.

Things could be worse, and at least I can say that my parents still love me, but I’ve lost their respect, and so it goes. One thing for sure is that I don’t care about women anymore, and my dick stays soft most of the time now. Hell, I don’t even bother to jack off, as it’s not worth the effort. I know I’m an example now, an example of what happens when you break the rules and fuck the wrong pussy. Yeah, if you are going to sport fuck, you need to be careful which girl you choose.

[Authors note: © Copyright August, 2009. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. If you liked the story, please write and tell me, as it means a lot when I hear from the readers who enjoy my work. Thanks. -nathan9001@yahoo. com]