RLS 14: Exchange

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The Exchange

(**, m/f, f/m, Intense, cons paddling)

A variation of the old 'I'll show you mine if...' story, with a CP twist. (Approximately 2,331 words. Originally published 1995-12.)

This happened a long time ago when I was a child. It describes a rather mild (in retrospect) spanking event during my peubescent years :).

It was summer. It was hot. I was fourteen. (I was hot too.) Which pretty much completely describes my state of mind. Earlier that year girls had become my primary preoccupation, and that summer I was committed to discovering everything there was to know about them. My days were long and carefree and spent with my friends searching for beautiful babes, discussing the merits of various movie vixens, and telling each other exaggerated tales of our (admittedly limited) conquests.

Then Erica came to stay with us for a few weeks. She was my cousin, the same age as me. We were great friends, or at least had been in the past. I hadn't seen her for several years, though, and her entrance into my summer I took as an interference.

Dad picked her up at the bus station. When she got out of the car she ran and hugged me like we were old pals. All I could think about (other than blushing) was that I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. She was a gorgeous, bubbly teenager! I was astonished at how pretty she was.

After those first awkward moments things were great. She and I got along wonderfully. I loved being around her, smelling her scent, watching her laugh and giggle, listening to what she thought of things. I was in the midst of my first real teenage crush. There was absolutely nothing sexual about our relationship, though. We were just close friends.

Then everything changed. It was on a Saturday. My dad was out of town on business, and my mom was off getting her hair done. Erica had planned to go with her so I thought I had the house to myself. I woke up late, watched a few cartoons, ate some cereal, and then went to take a shower.

Now in my house we aren't prudes but we value our privacy. As a single child (I refuse to say "only" because it sounds so much like "lonely") I was pretty possessive about my privacy. I'm rather shy, though not dangerously so. Anyway it was quite the shock when Erica caught me. I had just gotten out of the shower and was standing on the mat dripping wet and realizing that I had forgotten to bring in a towel with me. Then the door opened and Erica casually waltzed in.

"Erica!" I screamed and tried to cover myself but there was nothing much I could do. She could see everything. I could see it on her face. Her eyes went wide with shock and I knew she had never seen a naked boy before. I wanted to grab my pajamas but they were on the floor by the door, right at Erica's feet. I didn't want to move any closer to her. Worst of all, that naughty girl had no shame at all. She just kept staring!

"Erica, would you get _out_ of here!" My face was scarlet. My hands were attempting to cover my crotch and I could feel my penis growing larger.

"I've never seen a boy naked before," Erica mused, watching my face.

"Erica, please!" I begged. I wouldn't be able to keep myself covered much longer. The girl just giggled and slowly stepped back out the door. She didn't close it, though, but stood there watching me. Taking a deep breath I ran forward and slammed the door shut as quickly as I could.

I collapsed at the foot of the door and I felt tears come to my eyes. How could she be so cruel? I felt angry and betrayed. At that moment I hated my pretty cousin. I wanted her to suffer, to strip her of her clothes and see how she liked it. That gave me the idea.

I put my pjs back on and went straight to the spare bedroom. Erica was in there, on the bed. Her back was to me and I couldn't see what she was doing but her hands were in her lap. She leapt up and smoothed her nightgown down and stared at me guiltily as though she'd been caught with her hands in the cookie jar, so to speak.

"Listen here, Erica, that was really rude, what you just did."

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry, Mark, it was an accident. I didn't know anyone was in there."

"You should have knocked. But why didn't you leave when I asked?"

"I'm sorry, but I just couldn't help it. I'd never seen a naked boy before."

"Well now you have," I said slowly. "But I've never seen a naked girl before. I think you owe me."

She gasped. "You mean?"

"Yes. Right now. I want to see everything, and I want you to explain it to me."

"But that's not fair--I only saw you for a second."

"OK, we'll do an exchange. You show me and I'll show you."

Erica seemed to be thinking it over. I waited. I could tell the idea appealed to her as much as it did to me. In a moment she nodded. "Okay. I'll do it. But you have to promise to show me yours."

"I promise."

I couldn't breathe as I watched her undress. She slipped off that flimsy nightgown and she was wearing only panties. I stared at her breasts, amazed. They were beautiful, soft and round, with pointy little nipples. She blushed daintily as she looked up at me, her head bowed.

Then she slipped off her panties, revealing a light-colored triangle of hair at her crotch, right where a penis would be on a boy. I knelt down in front of her and she sat on the bed and spread her legs so I could see everything. She obediently answered my questions, showed me her slit, her clitoris, and slapping my finger away from her asshole.

Then it was my turn. Erica was still naked as I undressed. My cock was huge and throbbing. The tip was moist and slippery. She seemed fascinated by that, and about its size. She asked me about how it enlarged, how it felt, etc. I couldn't begin to tell you how aroused I felt, standing naked in front of a pretty naked girl, her mouth just inches from my throbbing penis, asking me questions about how it felt to be a man.

When we had both examined each other she stood up awkwardly and we kind of wondered what to do next. I had looked at her, was still looking at her, but since she got to look at me it wasn't quite as satisfying as I had hoped. I was still rather angry with her, and I felt she needed to be punished. Then I remembered Dad's paddle.

He keeps it in the top drawer of his dresser. It is large and very thick and hurts like the devil. I don't know why I thought of it at that moment, except that I still had this wonderful image of watching Erica get paddled for walking in on me in the bathroom. I decided that since my Dad wasn't around to do the honors, it was up to me.

"Come on," I said firmly, taking Erica by the hand and leading her in my parent's bedroom. We were both completely naked.

"What? Where are we going? We're not dressed! We can't--what are you doing? Oooooh!" She stared at the paddle with a mixture of dread and awe. "Is that--does your Dad spank you with that?"

"Uh huh. Hard too. It hurts like hell."

"Ouch. My Dad uses a leather belt. I've never been paddled."

"Then today will be your first time," I said boldly, leading her to my parents double-bed.


"You were very naughty coming into that bathroom like that. I'm going to spank you!"

"But we're even! We did an exchange."

"Exactly. We both saw each other. But you still need to be punished for coming into that bathroom. So I'm going to spank you."

"You can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"I won't let you."

"If you don't I'll tell my mom what you did and she'll spank you!"

"Well then I'll tell her about the exchange and you'll get spanked too!"

I shrugged. "So we both get spanked. That's fine. I'd take a spanking just to see that you get spanked for coming in and looking at me like that. It'd be worth it to see your bottom all red."

Erica gave me a sorry look. "Are you really that mad at me?"

I really wasn't that mad any more but I pretend I was furious. "Yes! That was very rude of you."

"I told you I was sorry."

"That doesn't matter--you must still be punished for your naughtiness."

Erica smiled. "All right. How about another exchange?"

"Another exchange?"

"Yes. You spank me and I'll spank you."

"That doesn't seem very fair," I said shaking my head.

"Well, you get to spank me more than I do you. Besides, you said you'd take a spanking just to see me spanked. Wouldn't it be better to get a little one from me than a blistering from your Mom?"

I had to admit she was very logical. We argued for a bit about how this would work. We finally settled on this: I would get to spank her ten times, she'd give me five, I'd give her another ten and she'd give me another five, and then I'd finish up by giving her five. She'd get twenty-five to my ten, but then she was the one that deserved the spanking. I was just cooperating to be a good sport. This sounded good to both of us, so the only remaining question was the position. Both of us were normally spanked over our parents' laps, but that didn't seem very appropriate for us, being naked at all. We decided that the spankee should lie flat on the bed for the punishment.

Erica stretched out first. I took a pillow and had her put it under her hips to prop her bottom up. Her bottom was nice and round and plump and I couldn't resist patting it before I spanked her. "N-Not too hard," she said nervously.

I lifted the paddle high into the air and smacked her as hard as I could. She squealed and grabbed her bottom and began to cry. "That hurt! That _really_ hurt!"

"Spanking's are supposed to hurt," I said crossly, but I relented. "Come on, lie back down and I won't do it so hard. She reluctantly obeyed, and I spanked her again, but not nearly so hard. She grunted and wiggled her bottom but didn't cry out. I continued at that rate until I reached the tenth one, which was a little harder. She yelped and got to her feet quickly, her face red and stained with tears.

"Your turn, now! Let's see how _you_ like it!" She didn't ease up on me at all. I yelped and squirmed under her spanking, which was every bit as hard as some my Dad has given me, though it was only five strokes. I gasped and rubbed my bottom when it was over, tears in my eyes.

"Gosh that hurt!" I said. "You get down now. I'm not taking it easy on you this time!" She looked very scared as she laid down but I think she knew what I would do. Her bottom was already a nice pink and when I finished then ten it was red and hot. She was crying and rubbing her bottom, slipping off the bed and taking the paddle from me.

Reluctantly I laid back down and propped up my hips with the pillow. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her lift the paddle to the ceiling and it slammed into me so hard it knocked the wind out of me. The stinging was ferocious. The second blow came and I was crying freely, which seemed to please her a great deal. She gave me three more and then it was over. I took the paddle from her and prepared to make her last set very memorable.

The look on her face was a little stubborn now. Perhaps she'd gone numb back there. I spanked her rump as hard as I could, pleased with the way the paddle made her bottom jump and quiver. She squealed and clutched the pillow under her chin with her hands and sobbed into it. I spanked her again and then again, not giving her time to rest between spanks. The last two I did slowly, using a technique my father often used. It was cool because I could watch her bottom jiggling as she wiggled nervously, never quite knowing when the next blow would land. Just as she was completely relaxed and starting to look back at me with questions in her eyes I slammed the paddle down, catching her by surprise. Her mouth would go into an "O" and she'd squeal and slam her face into the pillow so I couldn't hear her sobs.

When it was done we went to the bathroom and examined our bottoms in the mirror. Hers was much redder than mine (and much prettier, too). She wanted to give me some more swats but I refused, saying a deal's a deal, and she pouted a little. She said I spanked her much too hard.

"Well, next time we'll do it fifty-fifty," I promised.

"Next time?"

"Well, uh, sure. Instead of letting our parents really blister us we can do it to each other and save getting a real spanking.""

Erica looked kind of amused at my logic, but she didn't disagree.

We didn't spank each other again that summer, but the next summer... well, that's another story.

The End