Friends To The (Rear) End

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 1

The lazy autumn sun had finally set that Saturday afternoon, and the orange hues were giving way to deep blues and blacks in the small town's sky. The first mom of one the kids playing outside called him over through the window and they all knew that the game was over.

The neighborhood kids often burned hours of their weekend in never-ending soccer matches in the park's improvised field, which consisted of four trees acting as goal posts. It was a quiet area at the edge of a quiet town, where time seemed to drift as leisurely as a dry leaf in that warm September breeze.

Just as the other kids had gone to their respective homes, Mickey and Ryan hurried to Ryan's house, eager to try out Ryan's newest videogame.

"That was an awesome score near the end of the game, dude," Ryan said. His sweaty, chestnut-colored hair waved as he hurried down the street. "The way you dodged the last man… and then the perfect shot. It was just amazing, Mickey! You're one hell of a player, you know?"

"Sure I know," The younger, blonde kid said. His confident smirk matched the cheerful shine of his eyes. "I hope you weren't too bored back there, playing defense. Anyway, is your new game a two-player or what?"

"It’s the latest Call Of Duty, dude – they’re all two-players. We can do the first few missions today, since it's still early. C’mon, let's hurry!"

Both kids picked up the pace and soon they were at Ryan's doorstep. Mickey stopped to wipe his shoes on the doormat, but Ryan simply barged in.

"Ryan, wait!" Mickey called out. "Our shoes are all muddy and you're going to..." He stopped himself and sighed, as he realized it was no use. Ryan was used to do as he pleased inside his house, and he never listened to reason.

Mickey walked inside to find Ryan's muddy footprints all across the hall. A moment later, Ms. Hudson - Ryan's mom - appeared and gasped at the scene.

"Oh, my!" she said, and then sighed. "It's always the same with this boy. I wish he could have half the sense that you show, Mickey. Sometimes it seems like you're the fourteen-year-old and he's the twelve-year-old boy, and not the other way around."

Then Ryan stepped back into the hall, looking excited. "What are you waiting for, Mickey? C'mon, let's go play!"

"Ryan, look at what you did on the floor," Ms. Hudson said. "Couldn't you just take a second to wipe your shoes on the mat, like Mickey just did?"

Ryan groaned and rolled his eyes. "Don't start with your boring lectures, mom. We're about to try out my new game! So just clean it off, it's no big deal. And would you PLEASE keep it down while you do it? Sometimes you're too noisy when you're cleaning and right now we don't want to be bothered while we play."

Mrs. Hudson sighed. "Sure, Ryan, I’ll keep it down. I'll fix you boys something to eat later, ok?”

Mickey had watched Ryan talk back to his mom many times before, and watched her give in to him every single time. Mickey had always conceded that being a single mother must not be at all easy, and she could be forgiven for being too soft with her son. But, for some reason, that particular scene at that particular moment had been too much for Mickey to just let go, as he always had. Something had clicked inside his mind, and his blood’s temperature soared. It was just too much to witness. His thoughts went white and he acted without thinking, letting his emotions take control.

Mickey’s face became stern and he walked toward Ryan with firm steps. Ryan had no time to react as Mickey grabbed his arm and delivered a series of hard smacks to his shorts-covered behind with his free hand, as Ryan danced in place in the middle of the hall.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "YOU WILL NOT- *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* -TALK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT- *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* -EVER AGAIN, BOY, *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

"OOWW! OOWW! OOWW! MICKEY, WHAT- *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OOWW! OOOOWWW! OK, OK, I'M SORRY! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OOWW! OOWW! PLEASE, STOP, PLEASE! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OW-OW-OOOOOWWW!"

"AND YOU WILL ALWAYS WIPE YOUR SHOES- *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* -BEFORE YOU COME INTO THE HOUSE, *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* YOU GOT IT?"

"OOOOWWW! YES I GOT IT! YEEESSSS! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OOWW-OOWWW! I GOOOOOT IIIIIIIIIIIT!"

Mickey finally let him go and Ryan rubbed his butt and sniffled, looking completely humbled. Mrs. Hudson stared in awe, not knowing what to do or say, as Mickey's actions had taken everyone by surprise - including himself.

"Now apologize to your mom, Ryan," Mickey said.

"I'm s-sorry, mom... *sniff*" Ryan obeyed, without hesitation, as he took his shoes off.

"Dear me," she said. "I don't believe I have ever heard those words come out of Ryan's mouth. Mickey, I... you..." she looked puzzled, her thoughts racing to make sense of it all. But then her face brightened up and settled, as if she had come to a happy conclusion. "... you did good. You are a good friend to my son, and I appreciate what you just did, because I believe it's for his own good and he had it a long time coming. In fact, you know what? Since I simply can't bring myself to do it - lord knows I've tried to gather the courage so many times but failed – would you be kind enough to give Ryan a good, hard spanking every time he needs one?"

Both kids' mouths hung open. "M-mom?" Ryan said. "You're not s-serious, are you?"

"Oh, I am very serious, Ryan. Mickey is your best friend and he’s always at your side both at school and here in the neighborhood, while I practically only see you late at night and very early in the morning. That means he's the best option to look out for you, and you certainly need looking out for. And now we know that he's also well prepared to deal with your naughty bottom and your childlike behavior, so I'm asking him to be an even better friend to you and help you grow up into a proper young gentleman, like the one he's obviously becoming."

Mickey blinked and took a step forward. "I will take that responsibility, ma'am. Thank you for your trust. You can count on me to teach Ryan a thing or two about good behavior. In fact, why don't we start with the mess in your room, Ryan? You will clean it up RIGHT NOW or you won't be playing your new videogame for the whole weekend AND you will be getting another taste of my hand on your tail, this time on the bare. You have ten minutes, go!"

Ryan shivered at the thought of getting yet another spanking and he sprinted to his bedroom to follow his friend's instruction. Mrs. Hudson picked up her son’s filthy shoes and smiled at Mickey.

"I was serious with what I said, Mickey," she said. "I don't care if I have to hear him getting it several times a day, because I will know it just means that you're taking your new job seriously and my son is getting the discipline he needs. Don't hesitate to pull down his underpants at any time or any room in this house, and turn him over your knee for a good licking. Not even if his sister is around - let him be embarrassed, it will only make for a better punishment."

"Whatever you say, ma'am. Now I'll go check that he does a good job of cleaning up his room, or you might be hearing the sound of fresh smacking very soon.”

Mickey walked into Ryan's bedroom and was pleased to find his friend doing as he had been told. He was even trying to hurry, since it was a huge mess to clean up, and he was racing against the ten-minute window that Mickey had allowed.

"Oh man, that really stung, Mickey!" Ryan said, with a quick glance at his friend without pausing his chore. His right hand kept coming back to his butt for a quick rub, while he worked. "Are you really g-going to be spanking me from now on? And on the b-bare? C'mon dude, we're best buds, aren't we?"

"That's exactly why I'm going to be spanking you, dude," Mickey said, relaxing on the bed. "You really have been needing this for a long time, and I think it will get us closer to each other, you know? I mean, we can still play and hang out and everything, but if you step out of line those shorts will be coming down real quick, so you'd better listen when I tell you to do - or not to do – something. Got it?

Ryan groaned. "Ok, man, just... let's just play the game after I'm done cleaning up, ok? I'm still excited to play it."

"Sure, man," Mickey said, smiling. He was realizing that Ryan was quickly settling into this new phase of their relationship. He reflected that it should not come as such a surprise – Mickey had always been evidently more mature than Ryan, and so he had often played the part of the voice of reason between the two of them. Ryan had always accepted this fact and secretly looked up to his younger friend. And so Mickey realized that this new development felt like a normal evolution of things as they had been developing for years. It was just time to take a stronger authoritarian hand to his good friend's behind, and he knew that it was going to be quite a tiresome challenge for his hand indeed.

With this thought in mind, he found himself skimming the room for anything that might share his hand's new job in the near future, and his smile grew wider as he watched Ryan put his leather sandals into the closet - right below his belt rack. There would be no shortage of tools to work on his friend’s soft posterior in the Hudson home.

Mickey absolutely loved the idea of spanking Ryan's naked rump, and he could hardly wait for the moment when he would be peeling down his friend's underpants for the first time. He felt something inside him stir with those mental images, and he knew that he was going to be jerking off to those thoughts that very night, along with the memory of Ryan's sissy crying and whimpering after receiving only a few swats on the back of his shorts.

'He's such a little wuss,' Mickey thought and smiled, while contemplating Ryan's attractive bubble-butt as he moved around the room. 'But he's MY little wuss from now on, and that's MY beautiful boy-ass to do with as I wish. And I'm going to have tons of fun painting it a bright shade of red..."

To Be Continued...

(The End)