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Weekend on the Water
Part 3

by Rolf and Gayspankee

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Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original authors only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 29 Feb 2000

Matthew awoke at 6. He had slept for 10 hours. He went to roll out of bed and fairly flew out when he put weight on his butt. Ouch, but he was still in pain! He quietly grabbed his toothbrush and wandered downstairs. He immediately brushed his teeth fully, getting the remnants of the soaping out. Oh how he hated Ivory! Once he felt clean, he rummaged through the kitchen, finding one of the boxes of doughnuts. He downed four of them, before deciding that he was full.

Marc woke up at 6:20, he had too much to drink the night before and needed to pee SO bad. He realized that Matthew was already up, and went to go find his friend.

He found him outside, facedown on the lounge chair. "Hey Matty, you okay?"

Matthew was startled, didn't know anyone was there. "Oh shit man, you scared me. Yeah, I'm fine, just enjoying the quiet. Isn't it so nice out here?"

"Yeah, it is. Almost other worldly. How is the damage?"

"Still very sore, can you not tell? How is yours?"

"I have a few stripes, and can feel it, but not badly. I thought that was unfair, you answered that question correctly. Why didn't you wait to confront Chris, you could have saved yourself quite a bit of pain."

"Yeah, I know. He just royally pissed me off, and unfortunately for me, I fell right into his trap. I do it almost every time. Hey, enough about him and....last night. Want to go for an early morning walk before everyone else gets up? It's really nice in the woods when it's this early."

"Sure, let me get our shoes, be right back."

The two boys took off into the woods, enjoying the quiet, and the togetherness. They completely lost track of time, and only realized they had wandered a good distance away when they barely heard the dinner bell ringing for them.

"Oh shit, man. That's for us. We better book it back!" Matthew said, turning on his heel and running towards the cabin. Marc quickly followed. It took them 10 minutes to get back, and they heard the bell twice more. They were completely out of breath upon arrival. When they burst into the grassy area around the cabin, they saw Rolf, arms crossed, glaring at them from the porch.

Rolf watched the boys warily walk up to the porch. "Matthew, what have I told you about running off like that?"

"I'm sorry. We just took a little walk, I PROMISE we didn't go near the water. It was quiet, you guys were going to sleep for a while, we just took a little walk......we didn't go far." Matthew looked imploringly up at Rolf, the last few words of his sentence trailing off quietly.

"How many times did you hear the bell?"

Matthew knew that would give them away, but he couldn't lie. "Three times, sir."

"That means, little one, you went a little farther then I allow, without a note, without telling me, without anything, isn't that correct?"

Matthew looked at his shoes "Yes...Sir."

"Breakfast is ready. You two boys will sit on the dock for the first two hours as punishment. Now get inside and eat."

Matthew was ready to get into it with Rolf, but Marc gave him a shove and had him head inside. Marc waited outside with Rolf to talk.

"Rolf I know we should have left a note, and apologize for that, but he needed that walk. There are things you don't know, things I can't get into yet. But the bottom line is after last night Matthew needed to get away for a minute. He waited for me, and didn't go on his own. Doesn't that count for anything? Please."

Now Marc was the one with those big puppy dog eyes. He was hoping that would work on Rolf as well as they did on him, when Matthew flashed them.

Rolf looked at Marc, and thought for a minute.

"You know I don't usually change my mind on my punishments, but I will make an exception this time. If he was going to go off, there is no one other than myself I would rather him be with. Now what is this stuff about me not knowing things?"

"Please Rolf, I don't...I can't get into it right now. Can we leave it at that, please?"

"Alright, but we ARE going to discuss this later little one. Now let's get in there and eat before there is nothing left."

Rolf gave Marc a gentle swat on the tail and directed him inside. Marc sat down at the table next to Matthew, who was just playing with his fork. He lost his appetite. His weekend was turning into a disaster. Marc looked at Rolf, who nodded, then whispered in Matthew's ear. After hearing Marc, Matthew sprung from his chair and bounced over to Rolf. Gave him a big hug and kiss. Rolf told him to go eat before he changed his mind, and gave him a gentle swat too, forgetting that his marks were still a bit too fresh. Matthew squeaked, but realized no harm was intended.

Soon breakfast was over. Dishes were cleared, and the kitchen cleaned. It was time for some fun in the sun.

They all headed back down the hill to the water, a few trailing behind a little slower as they had hangovers from drinking too much the night before. It was going to be a glorious day. The sun was bright, the mist already burned off the water, and the temperatures already VERY warm.

Matthew had recovered all of his normal sunny disposition, even letting Chris take out the waverunner first. Marc and Matthew swam over to a small rock outcropping, not too far from shore. They climbed out of the water and perched on the rocks.

"I don't know what you said to Rolf, but thanks. Sitting on the dock for two hours was NOT going to be pleasant. What DID you say?"

Marc smiled, flashed his eyes at Matthew and said in a silly voice "Oh please, Great One, forgive us our sins, weeEEEEEEE.."

Marc came up spitting and stuttering. Matthew had shoved him off the rock.

Matthew was standing tall, looking down at Marc. "I am KING of the mountain. Come worship at my feet, peasant!"

And with that Marc reached up, and in one smooth yank, Matthew's suit was at his ankles. When he reached down to pull it up, Marc pulled him in.

"Looks like the king has been dethroned."

"That wasn't funny you jerk."

"Yes it was."

Matthew just smiled and gave a little chuckle. "Look the full moon is out."

He did a little flip, and his still bare buns were up in the air. The boys had a good laugh, and continued to horseplay until the waverunners returned.

Marc and Matthew jumped on the two waverunners and took off. They found a boat not too far away, and played in the wake for a bit, before the boat sped too far off. They headed over to a little island, it looked like a good place for a quick stop.

Matthew climbed off the runner with a little wince of pain. His backside was still a little on the sore side. Marc saw the look and asked him about it, which got the boys talking about the whole episode the day before. Matthew wanted to pay Chris back. One HUGE problem though, Rolf. Rolf wouldn't stand for any sort of retribution, no matter what the reason. Matthew wouldn't be denied, and Marc was having a hard time trying to reason with him. He knew Rolf would be asking him about the whole situation later, and he didn't want Matthew in any more trouble, himself included. Matthew, as usual, wasn't listening.

"Matthew will you listen to me? I know you are angry and you have every right to be. BUT Rolf is getting suspicious, and he WILL be asking questions. It's not a matter of if, it is *when*. You know just as well as I do, lying won't get us anywhere."

"Marc I can't let him get away with what happened."

"I didn't say let him get away with it. Just be cautious. Play *him* for the fool. Find *his* weakness, and let him get caught. You were set up. So set him up. Just remember, we *never* had this conversation."

Marc flashed a wicked grin and headed toward the waverunners. Matthew let his gears turn as he followed Marc. He knew Chris pretty well. But he needed to find the one thing that would get his goat. Matthew stopped dead in his tracks.

"What is it? What's the matter?" Marc inquired, noticing that Matthew stopped following him.

Matthew just smiled. He knew how to get that little shit back. He told Marc what he was going to do. Marc was wanting to pay Chris back as well, but Matthew's plan was a little on the dangerous side. He didn't know what to do, all he knew was that Matthew's mind was made up and there was NO changing it.

Matthew was already on the waverunner and headed away. Marc had to run to catch up to him. They made it back to the dock, but not soon enough for Todd. He was the one who hadn't gotten a ride yet and was furious that they had stayed out for over an hour.

"Ever heard of sharing? You've been gone over an hour! There are more people here than just you two!" Todd was pacing the deck as Marc and Matthew slid off into the water.

"Chill man, you can go now." Matthew said.

"Oh thanks for your permission, NOT! Why don't you think of someone besides yourself for a change?"

Rolf had listened to the exchange long enough. Matthew knew the rules. He strode over to the edge of the dock. "You two, on the dock, NOW." Rolf said pointing to the dock.

Matthew glared at Todd, but swam over and climbed up the ladder, sitting on the dock in silence. Marc did the same.

Todd did a cannonball into the water, splashing all three of them. Stephen joined him, and they took off after gassing the runners up.

Matthew and Marc were left there for thirty minutes. It served to heat them both up, their tempers from the punishment, their bodies from the sun. Matthew used that time to formulate his idea into a plan of action. Chris liked to drink. He was going to use THAT to his advantage tonight.

He got everyone set up with their first round of drinks, and the game began. Matthew was limited to one alcoholic drink, so he made his count. He also made Chris's count. If Chris noticed the strength of his drink, he never said anything. Marc knew that Matthew was making Chris's drinks stronger to get him drunk, but he didn't know the real reason behind that. He figured that Chris would just become an ugly drunk and would get in trouble for that.

They took a break about an hour later. Rolf put a halt to the liquor, as a house full of men and boys that were feeling no pain was a deadly combination. So Matthew moved to step two of his plan. Matthew knew how much Chris liked to smoke, and that of course it wasn't allowed. Unbeknownst to anyone, Matthew had found a bag of pot at Stephen's bar one night. Looked like Stephen had confiscated it from someone as it was sitting on his desk in the office. Matthew took a little of it, and kept it for later use. He had brought it up to the cabin about a month ago, and went to retrieve it from the tree he had hidden it in. He took a cigar with him, and replaced some of the tobacco with the pot. He put the cigar on the porch, and went to find Chris.

"Hey Chris, you've just GOT to come outside. There is a HUGE bear out there! He's calling your name."

Everyone laughed, but Chris was a little too far gone not to follow Matthew out to see why his leg was being pulled. Marc was a little curious, but he stayed in the cabin.

"Where isss thisss bear?" Chris slurred as he stumbled out onto the porch.

"Oh come on man, did you REALLY think there was a bear? I just thought you'd like a quick smoke. Here is one of your cigars you keep hidden."

Chris didn't think anything about Matthew having given him his cigar, nor providing him an opportunity to smoke it. The liquor was slowing down his brain processes. "Thanksss man. I'll just go around the other sssside of the carssss, you'll keep everyone inssside, right?

"Yeah, no problem." Matthew went back inside, a VERY smug smile on his face.

Marc saw that look when Matthew walked in, and wondered exactly WHAT was up. It didn't look good, not with that Cheshire cat grin on his face.

"Matthew what's going on?" Rolf inquired.

"I don't know. I wanted to show Chris...the raccoons. There are...were a couple of raccoons out there, and you know how he loves his wildlife."

Rolf was a bit suspicious of Matthew's pauses, but then again he had no reason to believe he was lying.

"Well, where is he now?" Rolf added.

"He told me to head back in, he wanted something out of the truck."

"Well what could that be, everything is in here." Joseph said.

Matthew just shrugged and pretended not to know. After a minute, Joseph had to know what Chris was up to. He went to the porch door and was ready to head out, just as Chris returned.

"What were you doing out there?" Joseph asked.

"I went out to look at ttthhhat huuuge bear Mattthhhhew sssssaw." Chris responded, his words slurring really good now.

Rolf began observing the situation, something wasn't right. He looked at Chris and noticed his eyes were a bit glazed over. Rolf tried to get something on Matthew but he sat like a perfect angel. Then Rolf smelled something.

"What is that smell? It smells like...a cigar." Rolf commented.

The guys agreed that they too smelled something, but not just a cigar. Then Joseph brought Chris closer and sniffed.

"It smells like a cigar and POT!"

Marc's eyes got really big, what did Matthew do?

"WHAT!?!!" Practically everyone said at once.

Chris was a little drunk, but the surge of adrenaline through his body at knowing he was caught smoking caused him to almost immediately sober up a few degrees. The word pot hadn't made it through his head yet. He was just worried about the cigar bit. Chris wanted to lie but they were in the middle of nowhere, no one around to blame the smell on. He was about to speak when his ears got blasted from his head.

Joseph grabbed Chris by the shoulders and gave him a good shake. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? DRUGS? YOU?!?" Joseph was beyond furious. Not only did it seem as if Chris had used drugs, but he used them in Rolf's cabin, with all their friends in attendance, including a police officer, Eric.

Chris started stuttering "No, drugs. What are you talking about? I smoked a cigar. Pot? No. Not me, never, Joe, you've got to believe me. I would never..."


Everyone else in the room got really quiet. Matthew's smile had slipped from his face, this looked like it was going to get REALLY ugly. He looked over at Rolf. He didn't like what he saw. Rolf was clearly upset when the word drugs was used.

Rolf was trying to decide whether to intervene in the situation or not. Joseph rarely had a temper, but the word and smell of drugs had just triggered it to the fullest extent possible.

Marc awoke from shock and scrambled over to Matthew, trying to find out what had happened. Rolf looked over as they sat whispering. Rolf had a bad feeling, a VERY bad feeling. He needed to get to the bottom of this *before* Chris was skinned alive. Rolf stood up and went over to Joseph.

"Can I talk to you outside for a minute?" Rolf whispered in Joseph's ear.

"No you can't, just mind your own business this time!" Joseph barked at Rolf.

"Joseph, it is *my* business, this is *my* cabi..."

"DamnIT ROLF," Joseph got his finger right in Rolf's face. "" He was trying to contain his anger and not explode at the wrong person.

Everyone else was just frozen in their seats, they knew they should leave, yet they just couldn't.

Rolf straightened up to his full 6'8" height, his six inches above Joseph's height feeling more like three feet to Joseph. He lowered his voice to the deadly calm level, the one that spoke volumes about how upset he was. "Joseph, you really don't want to do this. Outside, now." He said, pointing.

Joseph was shaking he was so mad. Without thinking, he balled up the hand that he had in Rolf's face, and went to take a swing at him. Rolf saw what was intended and blocked the move, catching and then twisting Joseph's arm behind his back, grabbing him by the collar, and shoving him out the door past a very startled Chris. Rolf man handled Joseph down the few steps, and pushed him face first against the side of his truck. "JOSEPH! CALM DOWN. Stop fighting me, stop it NOW!" Rolf subdued Joseph by holding him until the fight left him.

Eric walked out onto the porch to make sure things were alright between the two. "Rolf, things okay?"

Rolf turned away from Joseph for just a moment. "Yeah, we're okay. Make sure Chris is facing the corner, Marc and Matthew on the couch, the rest of you upstairs. The fun has ended for this evening."

"Yes, sir" Eric said, walking back inside.

Rolf turned his attention back to Joseph. "I'm going to let go. Then you and I are going to discuss this matter in a civil manner. Is that clear?"

Joseph knew when he was beat. "Yes, very clear, sir."

Rolf let go and Joseph turned around, much more civilized than before. He apologized for his actions, and thanked Rolf for stepping in. He even hinted that perhaps later he should be brought out there for a lesson. Rolf put that in his memory bank, and discussed his concerns with Joseph. He had a very unsettling feeling that Matthew was involved, somehow. Joseph listened as Rolf described his plan of action.

Meanwhile inside Chris was in the corner, sobering up very quickly and getting more nervous by the second. Matthew and Marc were on the couch together, both were also nervous. At first they were silent, but Marc broke the ice.

"Matthew, tell me the truth, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything."

"Matthew Christopher, I said the truth. I am not about to go down with you. I want to know what you did and how, and I want to know NOW!"

"AS do I Marc, as do I."

The boys jumped fifty feet. They hadn't heard Rolf enter the room.

"Matthew aren't you going to answer Marc? Apparently I am NOT the only one suspicious of your role in this."

Matthew felt the first stirrings of real fear in his stomach as everyone looked to him for an explanation. His heart was beating rapidly from being startled by Rolf. There was NO WAY he could even be connected with that pot. Rolf would kill him. Quite literally and without a shadow of a doubt. He got really interested in the carpet fringe on the floor, trying to come up with a foolproof explanation, one that sounded good to him. He decided some amount of truth was required, but wasn't sure how to begin.

"Alright, looks like I'll have to start. Chris, have a seat on the couch." Rolf walked over to face the three boys waiting nervously for all hell to break loose. "Marc, I'm going to start with you."

Marc's stomach dropped to his toes. He most certainly did NOT want to be in the middle of this mess, not when drugs were mentioned. He looked slowly up at Rolf. "Y. yes, sir?"

Rolf pointed his finger at Marc. "You told me this morning when you got back from your long walk in the woods that there was something going on and that you couldn't tell me about it this morning. I mistakenly let that slide, thinking that everything was under control. Seems like that was FAR from the truth, and I'll make sure not to let that happen again. I want an explanation for that comment, and it had better be the COMPLETE and TOTAL TRUTH. NOW, young man!"

Marc wanted so badly to protect Matthew, but there was no way around it this time. He explained to Rolf what had led up to the evening, that Chris had goaded Matthew into trouble over the Trivial Pursuit game the night before, and that they wanted to get Chris back for that. He explained that Matthew had intended to get Chris drunk, and see what happened from there. He knew nothing about the cigar or any of that.

Chris and Matthew both shrunk back into the couch, as their sins against each other were spelled out in detail. Both knew they were in for it, and in for it good.

Rolf listened impassively. He could almost feel the blood boiling through his body. Joseph was leaning against the wall, watching in fascination as Rolf worked his usual magic of getting straight to the truth, cutting out any and all nonsense along the way.

When Marc was finished, Rolf let some of his anger loose. "STAND UP, YOUNG MAN!"

Marc popped up into a standing position, wondering what was going to be said. Rolf had a lovely shade of red going on his face, causing his eyes to seem an even icier blue. He quickly averted his eyes to the floor.


Marc raised his eyes up to meet Rolf's.

"I am THOROUGHLY disappointed in you, young man. The INSTANT you knew this game was being played you should have come straight to me. Had that been done, you wouldn't be in NEAR the trouble you are now." Rolf was pacing, getting rid of some of his anger in the movement. "How dangerous does this have to get before you think about telling me, huh? Getting someone drunk, just to get back at them? That IS STUPID!! You knew that was going to happen, and yet you failed to tell me."

Marc started to stutter out that he didn't know about the drinking part this morning when he told Rolf he couldn't say anything. "B. bbut Rol.."

"QUIET!" Rolf roared, stopping his pacing directly in front of Marc. He startled everyone, including Joseph who almost lost his footing and slid down the wall.

"You had TIME to talk to me, young man. I DON'T bite, and I wouldn't punish you as a messenger. YOU KNOW THAT! Instead, you let your misguided loyalty to Matthew cloud your thinking." Marc's eyes had reverted to the floor. Rolf had instantly shamed him with that comment. Rolf grabbed Marc's chin, forcing the eyes up to his own. "Don't you EVER keep something like this from me again, no matter WHAT the reason. IS....THAT....UNDERSTOOD?" Rolf said that last part slowly and with the deadly calm voice.

"Yes, sir" Marc managed to say, his voice almost breaking.

"Young man, you and I will finish OUR discussion tomorrow. Right now, you are to go STRAIGHT to bed. NOW." Rolf let go of Marc's chin as soon as Marc said "yes, sir" and watched as he fled from the room.

Marc knew what the discussion tomorrow would entail, but he was SO glad to be out of the line of fire right now. He quickly stripped and dove under the covers, near tears, wondering what tonight held for the guys downstairs, and what tomorrow would hold for him.

Meanwhile, Rolf continued to make his breakthrough.

"Okay Matthew let's start at the beginning. What were you thinking? What on EARTH were you THINKING? You weren't punished last night for retaliating, you were punished for behaving dangerously."

"But Chris purposely..."

"Don't interrupt me. I realize now that Chris was a huge instigator of the events that transpired last night, and I will make sure that never happens again either. But the issue at hand is you, Matthew. Drinking is very dangerous. Too much alcohol can result in alcohol poisoning, which can result in death. Did you think about that when making Chris' drinks?"

Matthew just hung his head. He didn't really think, he just knew that Chris was an obnoxious drunk, and knew he could get him back that way.

"Now I want a straight answer from you Matthew, the truth. What went on outside tonight?"

Matthew was finding a small rock on the floor the most interesting thing in the universe right now. Studying the planes and angles, the colors.."

"One" Rolf said simply.

Matthew's heart began to beat a little faster, as the moment of truth was quickly arriving. He just couldn't say it. Not drugs...


Matthew looked up at Rolf, wanting to say something, but nothing was forthcoming.

"Three" With that, Rolf turned on his heel, and went to retrieve the paddle.

Matthew saw what he was heading for. He started to stutter "Rolf, please, it was nothing, really. I'll tell you. It was just.."

Rolf had the paddle and was back in front of the stuttering Matthew. He took Matthew by the arm, turned him sideways and brought the paddle crashing down ten times in rapid succession. It left Matthew breathless, his eyes hot with unshed tears. He quickly tried to rub out the sting.

"Matthew, what..happened...tonight?" Rolf said slowly and deliberately.

Matthew sniffled and rubbed his eyes. He took a deep breath. He knew he had to tell the whole story, because Rolf would beat it out of him, and THEN punish for it. He told Rolf everything, from where he got the pot from, to what he did with it.

"Rolf I am sorry. I was angry that I got punished so badly last night, and especially when it wasn't my fault. I knew that if I got Chris drunk, I could get him to take the cigar without any suspicion. Then in his depleted state he would take a fall, figuratively, and get it good." Matthew dropped his eyes back to the floor, shame flooding his body. He waited for Rolf to explode.

Rolf didn't explode. "Chris stand up."

Chris got slowly to his feet, his head a little on the painful side as the drugs, alcohol and fear combined. "Yes, sir?"

"Do you have anything to add to that story? Any details left out, anything?"

" Sir. That's what happened....sir." He was mentally trying to dot all his i's and cross all his t's. He knew both Rolf's and Joseph's tempers were something to fear.

Joseph came forward and took Chris by the arm, pulling him into the kitchen area, leaving Matthew and Rolf alone. Matthew immediately dissolved into tears as he realized that he was probably going to get his ass beat inside of 10 seconds. Instead, Rolf sat down on the couch, pulling Matthew to him, holding him close as Matthew continued crying. Matthew kept saying over and over how sorry he was, he knew it was dangerous and stupid. Rolf held on to him, not disagreeing with what was said. He knew Matthew realized how badly everything could have turned out, but he was still going to be punished, and punished hard for it. When Matthew had calmed down, was hiccuping and sobbing in short spurts, Rolf began his lecture. It was a long one, one tinged with a bit of everything from anger, disbelief, sadness, but underlying it all, love.

Halfway through Rolf's lecture to Matthew, Joseph began Chris's spanking. He was not nearly as long winded as Rolf.

The sounds of flesh on flesh echoed through the kitchen. Matthew was beginning to tune out Rolf, and could only hear Chris' pleas and yelps. After all *this* was what he was working towards. Yet somehow, it was so unworth it. And not just because in a few short minutes he too would screaming and crying. Listening to his friend get spanked harder and harder, the cries getting louder and louder, Matthew began crying again. He was so disappointed in himself. This was all happening because of something stupid that happened the night before. Granted that spanking was unfair, but if he didn't get spanked for that, there surely would have been something else. It was just Matthew's nature.

Rolf realized why Matthew was crying. Chris' cries became louder as Joseph spanked him with his hairbrush. Rolf knew that those cries made Matthew realize he had done something really horrible. He also knew that Matthew was worn out.

"Matthew it has been a long night. I think it's best if...if we continue this discussion in the morning."

It was rare for Rolf to postpone the inevitable especially in a situation like this. But Matthew wiped away his tears, and shook his head.

" Rolf. I n..n. need to be punished ton...night."

Rolf looked at Matthew with mild surprise. It was a very rare occasion that Matthew didn't argue about being punished. Even if he knew he deserved it without a doubt, he would still fight tooth and nail not to go through with it. He knew then that Matthew really did realize how dangerous and out of hand things had gotten this weekend, and that the spanking would help set him on the path of forgiveness of himself. He took Matthew's face in his hands, and planted a gentle kiss on each cheek, tasting the saltiness of Matthew's tears. "Yes love, let's get this spanking behind us." Rolf said gently.

Matthew didn't miss the love in Rolf's eyes. He slowly got to his feet and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He lowered his briefs, and stepped out of the pile around his ankles.

Rolf had situated himself on the couch, and held out his hand to guide Matthew over his lap. He made sure the paddle was within easy reach, he would use that in a few minutes.

The spanking had ended in the kitchen. It sounded as if Chris had his face buried against Joseph as his cries were muffled.

Rolf looked down at his brat, the love of his life. This was going to be a tough lesson to teach, and he knew, a tough lesson to learn. He wrapped his arm tight around Matthew's side, locking him into place. He brought his hand up high, and let it come crashing down on the right cheek. Matthew jumped at the impact. He continued slowly spanking Matthew's bottom. It wasn't long before Matthew was kicking and crying, as his bottom wasn't healed from yesterday's punishment. Rolf would occasionally let a hard slap fall across the backs of Matthew's thighs. Matthew would scream loudly when that impacted. After ten solid minutes of hard hand spanking, Rolf grabbed for the paddle.

Rolf let the paddle rest on Matthew's backside. Matthew cringed and clenched as he felt the cold wood against his sore, flaming backside. Rolf let Matthew cry for a minute. He waited for the tears to stop pouring out. When Rolf was satisfied that Matthew was ready to continue he raised the paddle up high. It came crashing down across the sit spot of both cheeks. Matthew immediately howled, and lunged forward a bit, even through Rolf's hold.

Rolf snapped the paddle down again and again, punishing the already furiously hot skin.

Matthew went hoarse after the first 4 swats, unable to yell at all. He moaned in pitifully short bursts as the paddle crashed down again and again. He couldn't help but kick each time the paddle landed, but he was unable to move more than an inch or two.

Rolf snapped the paddle down one last time, and then threw it hard against the wall. It clattered to the floor, the only sounds in the cabin coming from the two very well punished boys.

Joseph came out of the kitchen carrying Chris and headed upstairs. Rolf stayed with Matthew for a while longer, before following Joseph upstairs, also carrying his love. Rolf was worn out, and he had at least an unpleasant morning ahead of him.

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