Cassia’s Curse 6

By Aldric

Copyright 2011 by Aldric, all rights reserved
* * * * *
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
 
Comments may be made to Pietar@spamex.com
 
This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

* * * * * 
 


Cassia’s Curse 6: The Perfect Ending
 
Introduction
  
Seventh-grader Nicky Freedman was a fun-loving little imp who always seemed to have a smile on his face. However, his joyful presence wasn’t always appreciated by his classmates. One in particular was Cassia, who had been hit with several water balloons while she was wearing a white cotton shirt. Nicky didn’t help matters by yelling out that he could see her bra.
 
One thing lead to another until Cassia voiced her now-famous statement:“I curse you to have one misfortune after another! You will suffer the worst string of bad luck you’ve ever even heard of. And nobody will want you around them because the curse will fall on them too!”
 
But Nicky had been sure that curses were for fairy tales and movies and wasn’t the least bit put off by her threat. He had suffered a few mishaps since thenand he knew that this string was not related to any stupid curse, it was just bad luck. And after a string of bad luck always came some good luck to even things out.
 
But then he had suffered the worst string of bad luck anyone could ever have. At least half the kids in his school had seen him naked and even his mom thought he was weird. He had begun to believe the curse was real and he was trapped in it. Trapped, unless he could find—

 
The Perfect Ending
 
Nicky was confused, and a little scared. Cassia’s instructions had been brutally straightforward—go to the woods, meet up with Noah’s new gang, and do exactly what they said to do no matter what it was.
 
“How is that going to break the curse?” he asked.
 
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
 
“Well, I, uh, I guess. I mean, I did. But how is this different than when I was cursed?”
 
“You are still cursed, I haven’t removed it yet. I need to see that you believe that this is the only way to remove it. If you doubt me and don’t believe then just go home. But the curse won’t be broken and I may not be willing to ever break it. You could go through your whole life cursed. So make up your mind whether you believe or not.”
 
It sounded a lot like a trick. Had she said to do anything except to give himself over to Noah and Scott he would have done it without hesitation. But he did finally believe, things had gotten too strange to put down to coincidence. Besides, even if he didn’t believe, even if she was just manipulating events to make his life horrible, this might still end it. But he did believe. He had to.
 
“Oh, one more thing,” she said to him. “If you get into trouble, you can tell the truth about what happened. Except for the curse and me—don’t try to tell anyone about that. But you don’t have to lie anymore.”
 
Cassia looked at him closely. She could see the doubts were starting to take control of his thoughts.  “Remember how this all started? You saw my tits through my blouse because of the water balloons?”
 
Nicky nodded his head remembering. It seemed like such a long time ago.
 
“I cursed you on that day, not for the water balloons, not for seeing my tits, but for calling me a cow. And if I’m correct you haven’t had a normal day since. Today won’t be normal either, but if you believe and you get through it, the curse will be lifted. And I’ll put the word out that your friends can invite you to join them without fear again. I hope you decide correctly.” She turned and walked away and didn’t look back.
 
Going through the woods was the most frightening thing he had ever done, and it didn’t help when Tom Wesel stepped out from behind a tree next to him and said, “Boo!”
 
“Damn, it looks like you nearly pissed your pants,” the weasel said. “Actually, that’s probably not a bad idea. Pissing I mean, not pissing your pants.” The weasel turned back to the tree and Nicky heard his zipper going down.
 
“What are you guys planning to do to me today?” Nicky asked. It was the unknown that scared him the most and anything he could get out of the weasel would help.
 
“Us guys?” he asked, looking back over his shoulder as he peed on the tree. “Boy, do you have that wrong! I’m not with them, I’m with you. I’m cursed too, Cassia told me. But she said to meet with Patterson’s new gang and do anything they said to do and that would break the curse. So here I am—I don’t want to go through what you did.”
 
He shook off the last few drops of pee and turned while he was zipping up. “You should pee too if you have to. I have no idea what they have planned, but I’m positive we’re not going to enjoy it.”
 
Nicky decided maybe he was right and he did need to pee. Besides, he wasn’t in all that much of a hurry to reach the clearing. He didn’t turn away like Tom had; there didn’t seem to be much reason. Tom had seen his dick and more several times already.
 
“Aren’t you worried that Cassia is just tricking us and that we’ll walk into this and nothing will change?”
 
“Hey, either you believe her or you don’t, and I do. I don’t know what’s going to happen but if it lifts the curse I’m going to do it.”
 
Nicky was tempted to say there was no curse but didn’t. He no longer believed in himself, he had finally accepted that there must be a curse. He had already decided to go through with this or he would have stayed home. It was just the not knowing that was gnawing at him. “Come on,” he said as he zipped up, “It’s only a few minutes to the clearing.”
 
At least it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Scott Butler, Noah Patterson, Trent Castor, Wyatt Huntington, and Jaden Flint were there. So was Tom’s younger brother Eddie. But there were no girls or boys to form an audience. And then it hit Nicky that this might be worse because there was nobody to take control and make sure that things didn’t get out of hand.
 
“Nice of you two to join us,” Scott said. “Cassia said you would. And she said to tell you she lied. She gave us the okay to do whatever we wanted—she even gave us a few ideas of her own.”
 
“Skip the pleasantries,” Noah said. “You guys know the routine, so start off by stripping. You can keep your shoes and socks and nothing else. And be quick, we’re already running late.”
 
Scott’s words rang in Nicky’s head as he stripped—‘Cassia said she had lied.’ But he couldn’t back out now, he was sure this group wouldn’t let him. But all hope left him and he heard the words over and over in his head.
 
Tom was having similar thoughts, but he had an even more difficult problem. His little brother was here, the same little brother he had been enslaved to that morning. The same little brother that forced him to use his mouth to make Eddie and KC squeal with joy. And now he was here, watching his big brother strip again, only this time the blow jobs wouldn’t be given to a pair of eleven year olds who didn’t produce cum yet.
 
“Is there time for me to make them look the same?” Eddie asked. “They’re the same age so they should look alike.”
 
Noah looked at Scott and asked, “How long will your brother wait?”
 
“I don’t know, but a few minutes at least. And we’re not really late yet, we just don’t have time for the blow jobs we wanted.”
 
“We can get those later when they’re done,” Noah said. “Okay Eddie, get your stuff.”
 
Eddie grabbed a paper bag that had a can of shaving lotion and a safety razor and tossed it to his brother.
 
“Why give it to him?” Noah asked. “He’s as bald down there as you are.”
 
“Worse, I’ve actually got some hair,” Eddie said proudly. “But he can shave Nicky so they look alike. I don’t want to do it.”
 
“Cool, I like that idea,” Noah said. He ordered Tom to do it and to hurry up about it while the other boys collected the discarded clothing.
 
Nicky wanted to scream ‘NO!’ but didn’t. He stood there while Tom bent down and spread the cream on his hair. There wasn’t much, just a small line around the base of his dick. But then the worst thing that could happen happened. He began to get an erection.
 
“He’s getting a boner,” Eddie observed. “He likes having my brother’s hands on his dick.”
 
“Yeah, I think the first thing we’ll do when we get back is make them suck each other off,” Noah said. “Give them some more practice time before they do us.”
 
The thought of giving Tom a blowjob didn’t bother Nicky nearly as much as the thought of giving one to everyone else. He was really beginning to wonder if this was a trick.
 
It only took Tom a few swipes with the razor to remove the hair that had taken most of Nicky’s life to grow. When he was done Nicky was sporting a full erection, which would have looked good on a younger boy but only made him look less mature now that he was hairless.
 
“Here, you two can put these on,” Scott said, tossing a Halloween mask to each of them. “And don’t take them off until you’re back here. Go through the park and there is a white van with a big dent in the left side rear fender. Get in the back and when my brother tells you to get out then you get out and make your way back here. Then the real fun will begin.”
 
Everyone laughed except for Tom and Nicky. When they put the masks on they realized that it interfered with their vision, giving them a small field of view.
 
“Don’t even think about running off somewhere,” Noah said as they left. “If you miss that van than everything that’s happened so far will feel like nothing. Oh, and if you get caught, don’t dare mention our names or you’ll be running from us for the rest of your lives.”
 
Laughter followed them as they left the clearing heading deeper into the park towards the parking lot. Their first encounter was with girls from their school playing soccer. They paused and looked to see if there was a way around that they could use without being seen, but from here the park was open with no cover. To go around would easily take them another hour. To get out of the park they needed to move to their left. To the right were open fields.
 
“I guess we just have to plow straight through,” Tom said. “If we work our way around the edge they shouldn’t be able to catch us as long as we don’t trip.”
 
He headed onto the soccer field with Nicky right next to him. They were spotted immediately. But the idea that they’d be able to get past the girls seemed hopeless as the girls moved to their left to cut off their escape route. But as the main body of girls approached them Tom suddenly turned hard to the right, away from blockers. Nicky followed behind, amazed at how fast Tom could run and turn.
 
One of the girls got close enough to get her hands on Nicky’s shoulders, but he had a bit of sweat on them and he slipped out of her grasp without even slowing down. Then it was a foot race across the field.
 
The girls were in better shape and probably would have caught them, but once they were into the open one of the girls called the others back to continue the game. Tom slowed down a little and veered back to the left a little until they were well clear of the soccer field, then he slowed even more and turned towards the park exit.
 
As soon as they were out of sight of the girls they slowed to a walk. Both boys were breathing heavily from the run and knew they had to catch their breath in case they had to run again. Which they did, three more times, but this time it was just small groups. Twice a pair of boys with fishing poles saw them and gave chase but gave up quickly and turned back towards the stream they had been heading for, laughing all the way.
 
The third time it was four girls, all younger than them, but the girls were not about to give up. Without their shoes they would have been caught for sure once they reached the parking lot. Even then it was close; the girls were only a few yards behind them. They didn’t waste any time looking for adults, they spotted the van with the big dent and ran straight towards it.
 
But when they got there they heard the door locks go down. “Turn around and show them what you look like,” a girl’s voice said from the passenger side window.
 
Tom and Nicky had no choice, the girls were already right there. Both boys turned around which made the girls squeal and giggle with delight.
 
“Put your arms straight up above your head,” the girl inside the van said. As the boys complied the passenger door opened and a girl in her middle teens got out. “These are little boys,” the older girl said to the four younger ones. “Real boys look different. They’re bigger down there and they have hair. These boys look just like you would expect a boy your age to look like.”
 
“I know,” one of the girls said. “We saw Blake Butler get his pants pulled down once. He looked just like them. Except he pulled his pants back up right away and we didn’t get time to really see him.”
 
“And how old is Blake Butler?” the older girl asked.
 
“The same as us. He was nine then but he’s ten now.”
 
“Okay,” the older girl said. “My boyfriend and I have to take these two nerds someplace so we have to go. Have you seen enough of them?”
 
“Can I, like, touch one of them?” a girl asked.
 
“Sure, they won’t mind,” the older girl said. “Touch them where ever you want. All of you can.”
 
The girls split into two groups and took turns touching Tom and Nicky, managing to bring both of them to an erection. Then one of the girls asked, “Does this mean they’re ready to make babies? We learned about that in health class.”
 
“Well, it means they are really embarrassed, but yeah, this is what your teacher probably said was an erection. Do you know what happens if you keep on touching them?”
 
The girls weren’t sure, so the older girl explained. That made the older girls want to see it, and the four hands again got busy again. Both boys did their best to keep from reaching the natural end point but were unsuccessful and Nicky first, and then Tom, shot their small amount of seed into the gravel, again making the younger girls scream and giggle.
 
“Okay girls, that’s enough for today, we have to get going now,” the older girls said. She opened the sliding door and Tom and Nicky jumped in the back while the older girl got back in the front seat. As her window started up Nicky hear one of the younger girls say, “We’ve got to do that to Blake.”
 
Scott’s brother was named Tim, and was a junior in high school. He introduced his girlfriend Kim as he drove out of the park, then said, “Just sit tight, it’ll take about fifteen minutes to get where we’re going.”
 
He pulled out rapidly onto the main road and Kim warned him about his driving. “We sure don’t want to get pulled over with two naked kids in the back.” Tim didn’t say anything but he immediately reduced the van’s speed to just under the speed limit.
 
“Where are you taking us?” Tom asked.
 
“Don’t worry about where, instead worry about how you’re going to get back,” Tim said. He turned onto the main route through the downtown. The town wasn’t much, but it did have four traffic lights and the sidewalks all had people on them going from store to store.
 
Nicky was scared, but he knew they could avoid the business section of town. Not that the residential area would be easy, but at least there wouldn’t be cars and shoppers to get around and there might be places to hide.
 
He watched as the van stopped at the last traffic light, wondering where Tim was going to go next. When the light turned green so did Nicky because Tim didn’t turn. Instead he went straight, which lead to the bridge that crossed the river. And this road was the only bridge for miles in either direction. There was a pedestrian walkway along the side and two rows of traffic loaded with cars. He tried to imagine himself running along the walkway and felt like puking.
 
Once across the bridge, Tim drove another two blocks and then turned down a side street for one block. “Here’s where you get guys get out,” he said. “This isn’t the best neighborhood, so you’ll want to get back to the main road quickly. After that there is a military surplus store between Second and First streets. You’re to go in there and buy a webbed belt.” He turned and gave Tom a twenty dollar bill. “Bring the belt back to the park with you. I’m sure Eddie will have something in mind to use it on when you get there. Now get out.”
 
“But, but, we can’t—we can’t just walk in naked and buy something, they’ll call the police,” Tom pleaded.
 
“Too bad. I’m just doing what I was paid to do. Oh, and by the way, if the police come looking for me I’ve got an airtight alibi, so I won’t get into trouble. But for giving the police my name or telling them about the van I’ll make sure you regret it. Now get out or I’ll throw you out but keep your shoes.”
 
Tom and Nicky slid the door back and looked around. They didn’t see anyone, but the buildings all looked old and had bars across the ground level windows. It looked like Tim was telling the truth about the neighborhood.
 
“Uh, couldn’t you just drop us off at the corner,” Nicky asked.
 
“Take your shoes off. Both of you,” Tim yelled.
 
In shock, Nicky started to untie his until he saw Tom jump out the door. He decided to join him. They didn’t close the door but did start running towards a garbage dumpster setting next to one of the old building.
 
Kim jumped out and closed the sliding door and as soon as she was back in Tim drove off without even another look at the two boys.
 
“What the hell are we going to do?” Nicky asked, the fear obvious in his voice.
 
“What choice do we have?” Tom answered. “We have to cross that bridge. Our only hope is that there is something in here that we can use to cover ourselves.” Tom pulled his head up over the edge of the dumpster and then said, “Oh shit!” as he quickly jumped down. “There’s a dead dog in there. Just that and a bunch of garbage. Come on, we have to get moving before someone throws us in there.”
 
Tom set out at a run but Nicky called to him to slow down. “We can’t run all the way and there’s nobody around right now. Just walk to the main road and then we can run.”
 
When they were a half block from the road they paused and watched the steady stream of cars going by in both directions. They each hoped the other had some sort of plan, but there was nothing but fear on each of their faces.
 
“What do we do when the police pick us up?” Tom asked.
 
“Do you still believe in the curse?” Nicky asked. Tom nodded his head. “Me too. And Cassia said if we believe and do this that we don’t have to lie anymore if we get into trouble, except to not mention the curse or her. So I say we tell them that the other guys took our clothes and left us.”
 
“Tim too?” Tom asked.
 
“Maybe we leave that part out,” Nicky agreed. “I don’t want him to come looking for me.” Nicky took another look at the cars going by a half block away. “Come on, one way or another we can’t stay here. Let’s just go. Only don’t run full out, it’s gotta be five or six miles back to the park and we can’t run that far, so let’s just try to get through town.”
 
They headed out at a jog towards the traffic. As they turned towards the bridge Nicky stole a few looks at the cars driving just a couple of feet past them. Some had just one driver and most of those concentrated on driving and hardly glanced at them. But some had kids in the car, and those had their faces up to the windows, pointing and laughing. Nicky was glad he couldn’t hear what they were saying.
 
They were almost off the bridge when two boys they knew from school saw them. The boys quickly got on the sidewalk and blocked the sidewalk. With cars constantly going by in the street Nicky and Tom had no choice except to stop and stand there totally naked on a busy street.
 
“Come on Brian,” Tom said to Brian Collingsworth, one of the boys blocking their path. “Let us get by.”
 
“For naked boys this is a toll bridge,” Brian said. “You have to pay us to get past us. Or you can turn around and try coming down the sidewalk on the other side.”
 
“But we don’t have any money,” Nicky said. “Look at us, we’re completely naked!” Tom clutched the twenty dollar bill tighter in his fist so that it didn’t show.
 
“Not completely,” the other boy, Allen Jackson, said. “You’ve still got your shoes and socks on. Give us those and we’ll let it go at that.”
 
“But we have to go all the way to the park. We can’t run that far in bare feet.”
 
“That’s your next problem. Your first problem is getting past us, and the only way to do that is to beat us in a fight or pay the toll. And if you fight and lose we’ll take your shoes and socks anyway.”
 
The boys weren’t that big, but neither were Tom and Nicky. Tom had never had to actually fight to bully kids; he had a gang to do that for him. On his own he was nothing and Brian and Allen both knew that.
 
Nicky stole a look past the two boys and saw that nobody was paying much attention except for a couple of kids who were sitting on a bench. They weren’t going to come and help, that was obvious. “Just do it Tom,” he said as he bent down to untie his shoes.
 
After a few seconds Tom joined him. They handed over the toll payment and Brian and Allen laughed as they ran off. Being barefoot slowed Tom and Nicky down as they ran past the two boys on the bench and entered the six-block long shopping district.
 
Pedestrian traffic increased as they moved forward. There were mothers with kids, the kids joyful at seeing the two humiliated boys while the parents would either ignore them or yell at them. Older ladies swatted at their bare behinds with rolled up newspapers or any other object they had—one lady landed a very hard swat with her cane on Nicky’s bottom. The worst was when they reached intersections and couldn’t cross because of traffic because then they were at the mercy of everyone around them and nobody was showing much mercy. When they could they crossed anyway, running in between cars and trucks while the drivers honked their horns at them.
 
As they ran they found themselves unable to maintain the jog they had started out at and began running faster, thus, by the time they reached the military surplus store, they were completely out of breath.
 
“Hey, you boys can’t come in here like that,” a clerk yelled as they ran into the store.
 
The boys ignored him. The store had several customers, mostly kids their age liked to come in and look at all the stuff available. Tom had spent time in the store doing exactly the same thing so he knew where to go. They grabbed the first two web belts they saw and ran to the cash register.
 
Tom through the twenty at the clerk and said, “Keep the change,” as he and Nicky ran towards the door. As they reached the door it swung open and they burst through, right into the arms of two police officers.
 
Wrapped up in the arms of the officers they were pushed back into the store, where all of the kids who had been watching crowded around to watch them be arrested.
 
“Did they steal anything?” one office asked the clerk.
 
“Nope, they paid for the belts. Actually gave me a nice tip.”
 
“Okay then,” the officer said. “We’ll be getting these two home to their parents and out of your hair unless you want to press charges for anything.”
 
“Nope,” the clerk said. “They’re actually good for business.” Several more kids had entered the store once they saw Nicky and Tom run in.
 
“Okay, for a ride in the car we have to follow procedure, so put your hands behind your back,” the officer said to them. Still naked, Tom and Nicky had their hands cuffed with plastic handcuffs and taken out onto the sidewalk.  There were two patrol cars parked in front of the store. They had to stand there for a few seconds in front of a growing crowd of kids while the officers unlocked one of the cars. Then they were helped into the back seat where the officers put a seat belt around them. Then the officers split, one into each car.
 
They sat in the back trying to ignore the laugher from the kids while the officer in the front of the car they were in pulled out a clip board and turned around and asked for their names.
 
“Uh, can’t we do that somewhere else?” Tom asked.
 
“You didn’t seem to be bothered streaking down the street so why worry now? If you cooperate this only takes a few minutes.”
 
They gave their names, and Tom added, “We weren’t streaking, at least not by choice.”
 
“Yeah,” Nicky joined in. “Other kids took our clothes and made us do it. We had to buy the belts and run to the park.”
 
“Is that so?” the office said as he wrote down their statements. “What are these other kid’s names?”
 
“Trent Castor, Noah Patterson, Scott Butler,” Tom started.
 
“His little brother Eddie,” Nicky added. “And Wyatt Huntington, and Jaden Flint.”
 
“And these guys are all waiting for you at the park?”
 
“We were hoping so,” Nicky said.
 
The officer grabbed his radio and stated that he had two juveniles and asked for a background check. He waited for a few seconds till the dispatcher confirmed the addresses and stated that there were no prior records. The officer then gave the list of names he’d been given and where they were expected to be. As he pulled out onto the street Nicky and Tom heard the dispatcher call two other officers and give them the details.
 
“I sure hope you guys are telling the truth,” he said to them. “If not, not only are you in even more trouble, but you’re going to have a big bunch of kids really angry with you.”
 
Tom lived closer, so the officer stopped there first. He left the two boys in the back while he knocked at the door. Tom’s mother answered it, and after talking for a few seconds the officer returned to the car and let Tom out. He removed the plastic handcuffs and Tom ran to the house.
 
The process was repeated at Nicky’s house, except that his mother was furious at having Nicky being brought home naked by a police officer. It sounded to Nicky like she wasn’t going to take him in, but the officer finally came back to the car and let him out.
 
“Apparently you’ve been running around the neighborhood like this,” he said as he removed the cuffs. “She thinks you’ve made up the story about the other kids. I sure hope you didn’t lie or we’ll be meeting again.”
 
“I didn’t, when the other officers get them you’ll see,” Nicky said. He looked at the porch and saw the anger in her eyes and almost asked the officer to take him somewhere else.
 
“You wait here,” she said to him when he got to the front door. “Get in position over the rail. I told you what would happen if you did this again.” She went in the house and slammed the door behind her. Nicky didn’t even check to see if it was locked, it wouldn’t matter even if it wasn’t. She was going to paddle him bare on the front porch again. He got into position, wondering if his trust in Cassia that he could break the curse was misplaced.
 
It was ten long minutes before she came back. “I’ve called many of your friends to let them come and watch this,” she said. “I don’t know what you wanted this for, but I know what I’m going to do with it.”
 
Nicky turned his head and saw she had the webbed belt in her hand. He wanted to beg, to plead with her, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good. She didn’t believe him.
 
As kids started running from up and down the street to come and watch him get spanked, she said it was time. The belt slammed down across his bare butt, making a loud slapping sound. The pain didn’t come until a few seconds later, just as the second hit landed. Then the phone rang.
 
“You stay in position. I’ll get whoever it is off the phone and then we’ll start over,” she said.
 
She was in the house for longer than Nicky expected. The braver of the kids had come up on the porch to see Nicky’s butt, and some were looking up from the front where his penis and balls were on display. He began to get an erection.
 
“You kids can leave now,” his mother said as soon as she came back out. “If you want, you can go to the Wesel house and watch the spankings there that will be starting in a few minutes.”
 
“I’m sorry Nicky, apparently you were telling the truth,” she said to him. “Run inside and get dressed. If you want, you’re invited to the Wesel house; in fact they are waiting for you to get there.”
 
Nicky didn’t waste any time running to his room and putting on clothes. When he came out his mother handed him the webbed belt. “Bring this with you, it might come in handy.”
 
Not sure what was happening, Nicky took his time getting there. But once he arrived, it was pretty apparent. There was a fairly large crowd of kids in front of the house. Many of them had been in front of his house to watch him get spanked just a few minutes ago. Tom Wesel was standing on the porch and waved to him as soon as he saw him. Tom was also fully dressed.
 
Also on the porch, but without a stitch of clothing, was the gang--Trent Castor, Noah Patterson, Scott Butler, Tom’s little brother Eddie,Wyatt Huntington, and Jaden Flint. They all looked horrified (a feeling that Nicky well understood) and all sported boners as they stood facing the crowd of kids. None of them were covering their privates.
 
Tom opened the front door and said something to the people inside as Nicky made his way to the porch. The parents of each of the boys on the porch came of the house and stood behind their respective son.
 
“Isn’t it cool?” Tom asked as he stepped off the porch. “The cops caught them with all of our clothing and my brother admitted everything. You’re in the clear, but I’ve got to join them for round two because of what I did to you and other kids, but I guess I deserve it.”
 
“What?” was all Nicky could say. “What is round two?”
 
“First, they are all going to get spanked for making us run through town. Then they have to run a four-by-eight block circuit of the neighborhood, naked of course, and invite every kid they see to come and watch round two. In round two, they each get spanked with the belts they planned to use on us. Like I say, I’ll be up there for that too, but I’ve asked if you could be the one to spank me since you were the one I picked on the most. My mom said okay but only if you really spank me. If you go easy she’ll take the belt away and do it herself.”
 
“You mean---?”
 
“Yep, they get spanked in public, just like happened to you. In fact, you’re the reason each of their parents agreed to this punishment, otherwise it would have been just Eddie and me.” Look, it’s starting.” Tom and Nicky turned to watch.
 
The spankings were by hand, and not especially hard, but they continued until each boy in turn broke down and began to cry. Not just tears running down their cheeks, but out-and-out sobbing. Only after the last one broke (it as Trent Castor) did it they head out on their neighborhood run.
 
“Tom, get up here!” his mother called to him once the other boys were gone.
 
Nicky followed him up on the porch. Most of the kids had chased behind the gang, but a few had stayed behind. Nicky noticed that Cassia was one of them.
 
“Strip,” his mother ordered. While Tom undressed, she turned to Nicky and saw that he had his belt with him. “I assume he told you what to do with that?”
 
“Yes Mrs. Wesel,” Nicky said.
 
“Then it’s up to you. You can do it now or wait until the others get back. Either way he’s going to stand up here until all the other boys have been dismissed. And if I don’t think you’re doing a good job I’ll do it for you, only he’ll get it even worse.”
 
“I guess if it’s okay then I’ll do it now,” Nicky said as Tom finished undressing. “Uh, how many should I give him?”
 
“At least ten I think, then I’ll decide if he needs more. When his butt is as red as his face then you’re getting close.”
 
Nicky gave him the ten and Tom was crying and begging him to stop, but his mother said five more. She had to hold his arms out of the way and added another five because of that. Nicky had been hitting hard, but for the last seven he backed off and Tom’s mother either didn’t notice or didn’t care. He dropped the belt when he was done and watched as Tom did a post-spanking dance.
 
“Now you stand right there until I say you can dress again,” his mother said. “And if you cover up even once you’ll join the gang out here tomorrow.”
 
Not wanting to embarrass Tom any further, Nicky moved off the porch. He stood his ground as he saw Cassia approach.
 
“Okay, the curse if broken. I’ve already told a few of your friend that you’re part of the human race again and they won’t suffer for playing with you, and I’ll spread the word at school next week. But if you ever piss me off again…”
 
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Nicky said.
 
At last he could stand and watch as the boys who had gone out of their way to humiliate him got what they deserved. And while he felt a little sorry for Tom having to stand there after what they had gone through that morning, he knew that this was the perfect ending for which he’d been hoping.


 

   
   
(The End)