CAUGHT SCRUMPING ...A True Story

It happened on a Saturday when my friends were doing other things and I was left to my own resources. I was fourteen years old and it was the early 1960's and I had the whole day to do as I pleased. Backing on the woods where we played were the gardens of some big houses. One of which had a particularly superb apple tree which bore small sweet crisp apples. Sometimes we would see the owner of the house walking about the woods. He was a rather well rounded man with a high voice who lived on his own. He was about forty years old. All the boys used to scrump apples from his garden and sometimes he would lay in wait to try and catch them. There was a story going about that if he caught young boys he would pull their shorts and pants down there and then and smack them on their bare bottoms. Somehow this seemed to make scrumping from Mr. James garden all the more exciting not that he was likely to catch me, I could run faster than he could!

More out of boredom than anything I decided to climb over the fence and take a couple of apples for my lunch. I watched for a couple of minutes to see if Mr. James was about.. Seeing the coast was clear I started to carefully climb the quite high ship lap timber fence. Suddenly as I was at the top, one of the boards gave way and I found myself hurtling to the ground inside the garden. I landed on my side and slightly winded realised that I had a graze which was starting to bleed from where the top of the fence had caught up the leg of my shorts. Mr. James was striding towards me and I realised that escape was impossible.

He quickly bundled me into the house angry that I had damaged the fence and saying that he had been laying in wait for the boys stealing from his garden and also some tools had gone from his shed, and that he washe was going to phone the police. We were in a large kitchen and he went over and locked the door. He noticed some blood had started to run down from the back of my leg from just above where my shorts ended. He told me to turn round so that my back was to him, he pulled the leg of my shorts up to reveal the graze, which I could just see, where my underpants ended. He softened his attitude a little and said he would get a bucket of water and a cloth. When he returned he told me to take my shorts off so that he could tend the wound. I didn't think it was necessary to pull my shorts down as just raising the shorts leg a little would make the graze accessible so I hesitated. Mr James explained that the water would make my shorts wet so I self-consciously pulled them down to my ankles. I felt nervous standing in front of him with my shorts down. He then told me that the water would run down my leg and it would be better if I took off my plimsolls and socks and remove my shorts completely. As I did as I was told I remembered once that some of the older boys had made sniggering suggestions about Mr. James 'liking boys' (I wasn't really sure what that meant). I felt even more vulnerable standing there in just my T-shirt and underpants. He sat on one of the kitchen chairs and told me to stand with my back towards him. He then told me to bend over. He carefully bathed the grazed area which wasn't as bad as I thought. It stopped bleeding almost immediately. I felt him support the other hand on one of the cheeks of my bottom which was covered only by my thin pair of underpants. I could feel that his fingertips ended right in my crack and I wondered if he had done that deliberately.

When he had finished with the graze he told me to stay as I was so that he could check that the graze did not start to bleed again. He then asked me what we were going to do about his broken fence, and should he call the police? He added that it would cost quite a lot of money for it to be repaired. I pleaded with him not to call the police, appalled at the trouble I would get in. I told him that I did not have to be home until late in the afternoon and that I would work in the garden for him. He replied that he didn't need any work doing in the garden. I replied, naively, that I would do anything else he wanted, meaning any other work around the place.

He thought for a moment and then asked me if I was sure that I would do 'anything'? I hastily agreed sensing that if I went along with what he said he would not call the police. He said that if he didn't call the police he would have to punish me himself. I pleaded with him not to call the police. How old are you? I told him fourteen. He told me that when he had caught younger boys he had pulled down their pants and slapped their bottoms there and then in the garden. He asked whether I thought I was too old to have my bottom smacked? I replied that I didn't know. He said however I was older and should know better and the punishment would have to be more severe. I was again suddenly aware that I was dressed only in my underpants and T-shirt. He said that if he were not to call the police he would punish me on my bottom and I would have to promise not to tell anyone. He then put both his hands on my bottom and stroking it said it was a nice shape and a spanking would do me a lot of good. And then after the spanking he said I would have to spend the afternoon with nothing on. Not sure that I had understood him I asked him if he meant I had to be completely bare. He confirmed that I would have to be naked, he then said that if he called the police and I was sent to a reform school for stealing the apples and tools, with a bottom shaped like mine, I might receive a lot of 'attention' from the warders and older boys. I wasn't sure what he meant, but had noticed, particularly at the swimming baths, some men looking at me.

I was very shy at the thought of Mr. James seeing me naked. I always locked the bathroom door at home and at school when we had to change we all changed under towels. The general feeling was that it was naughty to see each other. Sometimes when we went swimming a boy would have his towel snatched away from him, and he would have to run around naked as the other boys threw it one to another. When this had happened I had been surprised to see that boys in my class had started growing pubic hair. Although I was as tall as the other boys I looked younger. I was always careful that my towel didn't get snatched so no one would see that I didn't have any. For this reason I also didn't join in some of the 'naughty' things I knew some of the other boys did together. When Mr. James had touched my bottom I hadn't minded to much, in fact when I played with myself I often did so looking at my bottom in a mirror, I think the thought of showing my bare bottom off excited me a little. But I was very shy of letting him see my hairless penis which I didn't think was very big. I wondered what Mr. James would do to me when I was bare. We had often been warned about not taking sweets from strange men who would take your trousers down and 'interfere' with your bottom or penis. In fact about a year ago I had had an experience in a public toilets.(Which I describe later.) Mr. James said that he was good at spanking and that he would first spank me wearing only my underpants. After that he would pull my pants down and then spank me when I was stark naked. I asked him if he would tell anyone appalled at the thought of any of my friends knowing that I had been spanked with no clothes on by Mr. James. He said that it would be a complete secret He then said that I was very lucky, but if I did tell anyone he would tell the police that I was a thief and I could end up in a reform school.

Mr. James said that he was going to start the punishment and told me to take my T-shirt off as it might get in the way. I reluctantly took it off, wondering when I would also have to take my underpants off. Mr. James then gathered up my discarded clothing saying that he was going to hide it in case I tried to run off. When he returned I was aware that Mr. James was relishing the sight of me standing there only in my pants. Then the door bell rang, Mr. James told me to stand in the corner of the kitchen and wait as he went out. I was alarmed and wondered if it was the police and that Mr. James had not kept his word. There was some talking in the distance and after a couple of minutes Mr James returned with a fair haired tall young man of about twenty. I was relieved that he wasn't a policeman. He said to me that I was the young thief who has been visiting Mr. James garden stealing tools and apples. Embarrassed as I was, to be seen by someone else just in my pants, I hastily denied taking any tools. He said that I had been caught red handed and if the police were called they would put two and two together. Mr. James explained that I had agreed to him spanking me instead of calling the police. The young man said he hoped that the boys knickers were going to pulled down. Mr. James then told him that as a further punishment I would be in the nude all afternoon. I blushed scarlet with embarrassment when Mr. James said this. He then asked how old I was. When I replied fourteen he seemed surprised and said that I looked younger. He then alarmed me by saying that there would be more opportunities to punish me as I would be naked all afternoon.. Mr. James then told him that I had offered to do anything to stop the police being called and he had agreed that the spanking and taking all my clothes off would be a repayment for the fence I quickly confirmed that and said that I would get into terrible trouble at home if anything was found out.

Mr. James seemed a bit uncertain and asked the young man by his name, Richard, what he should do. Richard said that I was obviously not going to tell anyone what happened as I was so frightened of anyone finding out. Mr. James asked Richard if he would stay the afternoon. I didn't understand what Richard meant when he replied that he had only come in his lunch hour for some chastisement, but if Mr. James agreed to his idea about extending the punishment, then he would stay and call in to work to say that he was ill. Mr. James obviously liked the idea of Richard staying and said that I still had the choice of the police being called instead of the second punishment, but I would still get a spanking adding that if I told the police it would be his word against mine and who was the thief? Richard then added that the police would approve of them stripping and punishing me as it would save a lot of paperwork, if I said anything the police would make me strip naked in the police station and bend over with my legs apart and then look up my bottom. I confirmed that I didn't want the police called.

Good, said Richard let's see you spank him. Mr. James then sat on the kitchen chair which he had used to bathe my graze and told me to bend over his knee. As I lay over Mr. James knee Richard took hold of my hands, then I felt a rapid succession of hard slaps which surprised me how much they stung. Each slap he alternated from cheek to cheek, sometimes he caught me lower down where I wasn't protected by my pants, then it really stung! Mr. James didn't stop and I squirmed from the pain on my bottom. After what must have been about twenty slaps he stopped and let me get up. My bottom felt very warm and was stinging I was relieved the spanking was over for the time being but aware that they would now tell me to show them my bare bottom and penis. Also the next spanking would hurt much more on my bare bottom. Mr. James told me to stand with my back to them and put my hands on my head. He then surprised me by asking Richard whether he would like to take my pants down. Richard knelt on the floor behind me and gently taking hold of the sides of my pants slowly slipped them down. Despite my embarrassment I felt an exciting feeling at my bottom being exposed. I could tell that the two men liked what they saw, and I realised that I was becoming aroused. Richard started to massage my cheeks which must have been quite pink from the spanking. I realised that he was pulling my cheeks apart so that my crack was fully exposed. Mr. James came over for a closer look and I realised that they were looking at my anus. Then I realised that they were both running their fingers up and down my crack. Richard then gently turned me round to face them, by now the attention I was receiving had made me fairly erect, this seemed to show up my lack of pubic hair even more. They both commented on my being hairless and seemed to like it, they also noted my erection and Richard said that I was enjoying my punishment, and what about him?

To my astonishment Richard started to take his clothes off until he was completely naked. He was completely erect. It was the first time I had seen a man with an erect penis, although I don't think now it was particularly big, to me then it seemed very large and made me very self conscious of my own. He was of a slim build with a lean bottom. He had a small bush of fair pubic hair around his penis, I simply stared at him and noticed that being nude with him had made my own penis go completely erect. Mr. James then told us that we were both very naughty boys and to bend over side by side so that he could chastise us. From somewhere he produced a bunch of birch twigs which he lightly started to lash us with. As I was bent over I kept looking at Richards penis which was very erect and quivering. He then told us to stand upright facing each other and close together so that our bottoms were facing outwards. Richard's penis was then poking into me and his hairs were tickling me just above my own as Mr. James lightly lashed our bottoms alternately. This made me completely aroused and I felt that I had never had a bigger erection before. When he stopped he then told Richard that he wanted to watch him give me a hard spanking. Richard then sat in the chair and told me to bend over his knee. I carefully bent over his lap. Richard adjusted himself so that his penis was against mine. He then started to slap my bottom. Mr. James immediately told him to slap me much harder, and that he really wanted me punished. Richard then started to slap me surprisingly hard. He seemed to be placing each slap in a different position sometimes coming up from between my legs right on to the centre of my bottom. Each one seemed to sting more than the previous one. I thought he would never stop and I could feel tears come into my eyes. He stopped and told me to stand up. My bottom must have been bright red, I looked down to see that I had completely lost my erection, I also noticed that there were some traces of white liquid on my tummy. Richard still had a taught erection, the tip of his penis glistening. Richard then went behind me and started to rub his penis on the cheeks of my bottom. I could feel the tip, warm and moist as it slid up and down. Suddenly he gasped and putting the tip right against my anus I could feel a stream of warm liquid deposited into my crack. I was astonished at the quantity in comparison to the few feeble drops I produced. Mr. James then said that Richard had better be taught a lesson for interfering with young boys. He went over to the chair, and dropped his trousers and pants, sat down and told Richard to bend over his knee. Richard had been in front of me and I hadn't really seen Mr. James's penis. His thighs seemed very white and quite large. I watched as Mr. James then started to lash Richard with the birch twigs. I wondered how he could bare the pain, he cried out as each lash produced new red marks. When he stopped Richard stood up and carefully rubbed his bottom, despite what he had done into my crack he was still erect. Mr. James had quickly pulled up his trousers, he told me to stand in the corner and bend over with my bottom towards them as they decided on my next punishment. I was conscious of the warm sticky liquid starting to run down from my bottom.

The pain in my bottom was slowly easing off to a glow. I was very surprised at what I had seen, I wondered what would happen next. Although the spankings had hurt I realised that they had been careful not to mark me, I was also beginning to like the nudity and the attention. Mr. James told me to stay there as he and Richard (who was still nude) went out of the kitchen. I was going to ask Mr. James if I could use the toilet but he was gone too quickly.

If I was out all day in the woods and wanted to go to the toilet I would normally have found a thickly wooded place and then wiped my bottom with leaves. There was in fact a public toilet on the edge of the woods and park very near where Mr. James lived. It was very dilapidated, none of the doors worked properly, and there had been holes bored in the partition walls. Often men seemed to hang about their. Once I realised that someone was watching me through a hole in the partition as I was sitting on the toilet. About a year previously I had been caught short and rushed in, to find that after I had finished, there was no toilet paper. I had opened the door a crack and asked a well dressed man, of about fifty, who was standing outside if there was any paper in any of the other cubicles. He found some and instead of handing it through the
crack in the door he pushed his way completely in and closed the door. He said that he would wipe me himself. Feeling very shy with my trousers and pants around my ankles and with a dirty bottom I decided to do as I was told, I turned round and bent over with my bottom towards him. Although I had just gone to the toilet he started to run a finger up and down my crack, occasionally wiping his finger on my cheeks. He then started to concentrate on the centre point and started pulsating with his finger tip. I felt his finger entering me and then I could feel that he had it in as far as he could go and that he was feeling about inside me. Someone entered the next stall, and the man had put a finger to his lips to tell me to keep quiet. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself standing their with a mans finger up my bottom. The other man was there for a long time before he left. The man then brought his other hand round and took hold of my penis. He started playing with it, much more roughly than when I used to play with myself. I soon had an erection, as he played with me in front he continued to pulsate his finger in my bottom, sometimes taking it right out, wiping it on one of my cheeks and then I could feel him entering me again. After a couple of minutes I climaxed, possible the best I'd ever had. Feeling me going limp he had stopped and he started to clean me up with the paper. He had then carefully pulled my pants and trousers up for me. Feeling very ashamed at what I had let him do to me, I had left, with him whispering to me that he would like to see me again. I decided never to go back in there again.

I had felt that I had wanted to go to the toilet for some time but had been embarrassed to ask. Now I felt the need urgently and hoped they would be back soon. After about five minutes they returned. I immediately requested permission to use a toilet. Richard suggested that he would take me when Mr. James said no. I was being punished and part of my punishment would be having to wait. Mr. James and Richard started to whisper to each other, they then started talking aloud. Richard suggested that they take me over to the public toilets (it was apparent that they were regular visitors) and make me go in one of the stalls with the door open so that anyone coming in would see me. Then Mr. James suggested that it would be even better if it seemed that I had messed my pants and they would make me stand naked in the toilets so that everyone who came in would see me. Mr. James told me that part of my punishment would be that I would have to go to the toilet in my pants. They would then walk with me over to the public toilet, take me inside, strip me by the sinks, and letting all the men who came in see me in my birthday suit and that I had messed myself. If anyone questioned that two men were with a naked boy they would have the legitimate reason of cleaning him up after an accident in his pants. Richard then suggested that it wouldn't hurt to give me another spanking in the toilets. A spanking in front of an audience would be a good punishment. Mr. James thought that was a good idea. I got the impression that Mr. James knew a lot of the men who visited the toilet and that he relished the idea of showing me off naked to them. The thought of more men seeing me nude and that I had messed myself like a young child appalled me, but I knew that I would have to do as they say. I only hoped that no body I knew would see me with the two men.