Justin sobbed, tears streaming down his face. The tree which he clung to looked blurry to him. "Six more" said his father, tensing the belt in his hand. The boy turned, wanting to cry out. "Dad, no!" He wailed. Six more? He had already taken one lick for each year of his life, and another six would push the total to twenty. "Please!" "Back against the tree, son" replied Gregory in his strong, no nonsense voice. Justin felt his lip tremble. He reached his hand back, trying to clasp the tree as firmly as he could through his gloved hand. His upper legs and crotch was bare, his slender thighs and small penis seemed trying to flee from the winter's biting cold. When his dad had forcefully lowered Justin's underpants to the height of his trousers, the boy had protested, terrified that someone would see him, witness his nakedness out here in the middle of the forest. Now, though, the fourteen year old prayed that someone would, if only it would spare him from the next six licks of his father's belt. The next smack sounded like a gunshot through the air. The boy's knees shook violently, and he released a hearty cry which plumed in a cloud of winter breath before his lips. His vision blurred as another stream of tears flooded his eyes. His buttocks seared, burning fiercely, while his bitterly cold penis shook with the reverberations. He sputtered a series of pleading yelps, "I'm sorry daddy, I'm sorry", choking his words slightly on his wet trears. "Do you realise how dangerous what you did was?" Snapped Gregory, "leaving the camp fire unattended like that?" "Yes dad!" Cried Justin, his voice breaking with pain, "yes, I'm sorry, I won't do it again..." Gregory replied with another smack. This one brought a fiery welt stinging fiercely across his son's bare bottom. "You'll learn your lesson well this time, won't you?" Justin felt his knees fail, his body slumping against the tree, the snowy bark pressing against his naked thighs. "Get your butt back up" ordered his father. With shaking, whimpering movements, Justin righted his posture. Tail up. Bottom raised. Ready to take his spanking. The thought of it flooded his mind, his spanking. From his dad's belt. Clutching against the tree, he thought for a moment that he could see a movement in the snowfall. His ears perked. Yes, there it was. A figure. A familiar figure, moving through the trees towards them. His heart leapt. Would this mean a premature end to his punishment? The figure stopped. "Hi Justin!" She said, cheekily. The boy sighted. "Hi Karla" he answered. Great, he thought, no help here. "I'm just finishing Justin's spanking" said the boy's father. "Then he can come and play." "Ooh" said the girl. "Can I watch?" "Dad! No!" Barked Justin. "Shh" replied Gregory. Then he looked back to the girl. "Sure you can. This won't take long." Grumbling in dissatisfaction, Justin clutched against the tree and braced himself.