Tucet's Pond

As I grappled with this newest development in my punishment, the tall tales of Old Man Tucket flitted across my mind. We all knew there were reasons you had to be careful sneaking onto his land. I for one thought the stories from older cousins, friends' dads, even some of my former coaches were just fisherman's tales, spread around to make middle schoolers wet their pants. We'd been told he was a crotchety old man who would chase down any rascals he caught on his property. If he got his hands on you, you'd be doled out a punishment your backside would be sure to remember. I'd even heard of whole groups of young men getting their punishment served to them one after another as their friends looked on. In my current scenario, I couldn't decide if I'd rather have someone to share this discomfort with or if more witnesses would just cement this shame forever. I didn't have long to contemplate before Tucket ripped me back to my present moment.

With a tug to the leash attached to my junk, my ass was pulled backwards, poised for punishment. It was an odd feeling having my body guided by the tension applied to my manhood. There was certainly some pain involved, a discomfort that I tried my best to relieve by pushing my already rosy cheeks out closer to Tucket. But there was also a sense of security, knowing the pressure applied to me by the ropes on my ankles and wrists held me in place.

"Now that ought to do the trick," Tucket assessed smugly "Your cheeks are practically begging for discipline now."

I stayed silent, starting to understand that any outburst would be greeted with further humiliations. It seemed like this almost disappointed Tucket, as he gave a quick exhale at my lack of a response. In spite of my stoicism, the end result would still be the same.

Tucket gave my leash a renewed force, applying a few quick tugs to my sack and shaft until I was forced to stick my ass out even further to keep the discomfort to a minimum. I could feel my cheeks start to split apart the further my backside jutted out. A breeze drifted over my newly exposed crack causing goosebumps to run up my body. I was surprised to feel the chills given how hot it was, but I guess being completely naked has a way of cooling you down.

"Now don't you look like a plucked chicken," Tucket mocked. He grazed the paddle up my crack causing me to flinch from the unexpected visit. Whatever reason he had for delaying the inevitable, I didn't care, I just wanted to put off the feeling of that paddle on my cheeks again for as long as possible.

"I guess I'm a little cold sir," I murmured, trying to think of ways to stall. I felt the tension on my leash lessen.

"Oh you poor boy, should l I fetch a robe for you? Perhaps a hot cup of cocoa for his highness?"

"N- no, I'm fine sir," I didn't know how far I could push this but with the release of pressure around my junk, I felt emboldened. "I guess I could just use a break..."

"Oh a break, he could use a break" Tucket began to parrot "Well I could use a break from you kids thinking you can use my property however you damn well please!"

Shit.

Tucket pulled me sharply back by my leash again and saddled up to my left side, his left hand firmly gripping my leash while his right hand wielded the paddle. He rested the cool wood on my ass for just a moment before swinging it back and landing a direct blow. I howled. Trapped in place by the snare around the base of my balls and cock, I had no way of escaping the pain. Satisfied with his trial whack, he began to spank me with a new fury. I couldn't help but jump a little at each strike, causing the rope around my family jewels to tug each time. I was thrown between the pain in my rear and the pain in my groin, unable to focus on minimizing the pain of either. I was also aware of how far back the rope was pulling my junk, within a scarily close striking distance of the paddle. One wrong swat and I would be in much more immense pain than if just my ass was receiving this discipline.

Maybe ten strikes in Tucket paused for a moment, resting the implement on my throbbing cheeks.

"I want you to count for me boy," he commanded "I want to hear you say out loud the number of times you've allowed a man to make you his bitch."

I didn't dare resist, I simply nodded my head, biting back tears in my eyes. I knew if I spoke out loud the risk of my voice cracking was far too high. I didn't want to give Tucket the satisfaction that I felt so utterly emasculated that I was about to cry like a little boy. Tucket dropped the paddle, grabbing my hair and pulling my chin back. He loomed over me, with a new fire in his eyes.

"I need to hear you say that you understand."

I fought back ragged breaths while I composed myself enough to squeak out a mild "Yes, sir".

"Good boy," he cooed with a swift push of my head forward.

Tucket readied his next swing, making slow circular motions on my rear before pulling his arm back again, poised to deliver my punishment anew. The paddle came down like thunder on my ass. The brief break in the spanking allowed me to recover enough of my senses to feel every inch of wood coming down on my cheeks.

"ONE" I exclaimed, biting my lips.

Another strike.

"TWO"

Another Strike

"THREE"

As Tucket pulled back to ready his next blow, he tugged on the leash controlling my nether regions, driving the rope up between my exposed cheeks and pulling my balls further out behind me. Down came the paddle, and I knew it was about to happen a millisecond before it did. The edge of the paddle caught my balls, just a sliver, but it was all it took to make my stomach drop like a ton of bricks. I wheezed, forgetting the pain in my backside as my entire focus became the growing, sickening pain in my sack.

"FUCK," I yelled out "What the hell are you doing!?"

I don't know why this felt like some breach of contract in this entire unwilling ordeal but I was at my breaking point. My pathetic circumstances made me angry and I had him to blame.

"You're a crotchety old man! What kind of guy does this to another man?" I whined "Let me go you can't fucking do this to me man!"

What scared me was that Tucket remained silent throughout my outburst. I turned my head and held his gaze for as long as I could, before his imposing figure forced me to avert my gaze back down to the floor. Tucket dropped the rope behind me and stepped in front of me. I could only muster the courage to look at his boots as I imagined the worst was to come.

After another moment of uncomfortable silence he began to lecture.

"The thing you have to understand, boy, is that we are not equals. You lost your privilege to be considered my equal when you broke the law by trespassing on my property," He held the paddle out, lightly bouncing my strained manhood on the end. "Even if you hadn't acted like a disobedient boy at every turn, I don't think I ever would have considered you my equal with this set of nads on you. Jesus, it's like you didn't even go through puberty," he sneered.

I knew he was exaggerating, trying to make me feel like his inferior. I had spent enough time in locker rooms to know I had an average-sized, if on the slightly smaller end, pecker. It didn't matter though. His words cut through me, making me feel like I had no control, or even the right to control the situation.

"That being said," Tucket continued "if you want to leave then by all means, let's get you out of here."

My ears perked up. I looked up from the floor of the barn and met his gaze, feeling hopeful for the first time since this punishment had begun.

"Really?" I ventured.

"Absolutely, boy. I'll escort you back to the pond myself." His tone was reassuring, even though his words made no sense to me. Why would he only listen to my pleas now, after all my outbursts? If he was trying to teach me a lesson, it had failed. I didn't want to respect this man anymore than when he had started to discipline me. Whatever my confusion, my aching sack and stinging bottom reminded me that I had to take whatever opportunity for reprieve came my way.

"O- ok, sir," I stammered, trying to reign in my anger and pain "I think I learned my lesson".

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Tucket balked "That would've saved us both a whole lot of trouble."

He sauntered towards me and untied the ropes holding my ankles and wrists in place. The sudden release from my strained position I was forced to hold for so long left me wobbly. As the final restraint was released I toppled into Tucket's body, catching myself on his shoulders. While my junk rubbed against the front of his bare chest, he caught my backside with his catcher's mitts of hands. It felt nice to rest there a moment, him holding me secure while he rubbed my cheeks almost tenderly.

"Well maybe he doesn't want to leave after all," Tucket mused aloud.

I quickly scrambled off him, standing a few feet away closer to the entrance of the stall. I could run. There was nothing stopping me from dashing out of the stall. While the bulky, muscular figure in front of me was not the decrepit man the rumors built Old Man Tucket up to be, I still thought I could outrun him. He had strength not speed. The only thing that stopped me was that moment of tenderness when I was released from my restraints. I craved more of it. The comfort he provided in that moment was intoxicating. Before I could sort through those emotions, Tucket reached down and grabbed my only remaining restraint: the leash so expertly tied around my manhood. With that the decision was made.

"Come on boy," Tucket called and he strode past me out of the stall. I hurried along to ensure my junk remained firmly attached to my body. Even so, Tucket felt the need to give me a whistle and a tug when he thought I was lagging too far behind. As we exited the barn I was relieved when I saw we were headed in the direction of the truck. While I was wary to believe he would let me go so easily, I was hopeful to see we were headed back to where this whole ordeal started. He opened the door of the passenger side and patted the seat, clearly relishing this dog charade.

"C'mon boy! C'mon," he mocked.

I got in with as much dignity as I could muster in the situation, Tucket giving my ass a pat as I climbed past him. While I waited for him to get in on the other side, it was my first opportunity to examine the knots that so expertly fastened his homemade leash to my groin. I didn't even begin to know how to untie them. My analysis was cut short by Tucket entering on the drivers side, causing the truck to shake in response to his weight. As he sat next to me in the cab I took in the details of this man that had been just out of view for my punishment for me to truly appreciate: The sweat running down his shirt, the thick arms that filled out his sleeves, the distinct bulge filling out the crotch of his jeans. Once again, I felt emasculated just by being in his presence, stripped of any clothing to hide my shame.

Tucket turned to me, taking in the pathetic sight that I was at the moment. "If you think you've learned your lesson then let's get you out of here mister," he said with a nod that felt altogether too encouraging. There was something else going on, I just didn't know what yet.

With that Tucket started the ignition, the truck roaring to life while I wracked my brain for clues as to the next humiliation I was sure he would enact on me. The truck began to roll out of the gravel driveway, away from the barn. As we approached the turn for the pond where he had found me hours ago skinny dipping, my stomach dropped. He drove straight past it. Past my clothes still waiting for me on the log where I left them. Past my freedom. We were headed towards the nearest county road. The only saving grace of this experience so far was the seclusion of my punishment. Nobody except my disciplinarian knew what I allowed myself to experience yet. That looked like it was about to change.