Friends To The (Rear) End 4

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 4

All through the week that followed, Mickey found little rest from his new duties as the Hudson kids' disciplinarian. It turned out that every single day, from monday to friday, he got to spank at least one of them for one reason or another. Although there was a common pattern that linked each of those events: Stepbrother and stepsister had started ratting each other out.

On monday, Mickey and Ryan's school day went as normal as any other. Since Ryan was two grades above Mickey (9th grade and 7th grade, respectively), they only saw each other at recess, and even then they often shared time with their other friends, as well. That day, Mickey made a point to see Ryan at recess to ask about his behavior in class, and Ryan, of course, claimed to have been behaving quite well. Mickey then gave him a playful – but hard enough to sting - slap on his butt, surprising Ryan, and then left him with an 'all right, keep it up, sport,' as he walked away to rejoin his own friends. Ryan immediately looked at all sides to see if anyone had caught the scene and, luckily for him, it seemed that no one had watched the 12-year-old slapping his ass as an afterthought. He also knew that the gesture had been meant as a warning from his young friend to maintain a good behavior, and a way to remind Ryan that Mickey's authority was valid at all times and places, and school was no exception. He rubbed the sting away discreetly as he walked away.

That afternoon, Ms. Hudson told Ryan to finish his dinner or else he would not be having ice cream for dessert. She then left the house on an errand and Ryan took the opportunity to toss more than half his meal in the garbage bin, covering it up with some crumpled napkins so his mom would never be the wiser. Then he served himself a generous portion of ice cream and made himself comfortable on the living room’s sofa to watch cartoons. He wasn’t aware, though, that Julie had been secretly paying close attention to his actions, and so she merrily phoned Mickey from her bedroom to report Ryan's disobedience.

Mickey arrived a few minutes later and confronted Ryan on the subject. Ryan denied the whole thing but then Julie appeared and guided Mickey toward the garbage bin, where she lifted the crumpled napkins to reveal Mickey's meal, mostly uneaten.

"This would have earned you a hand spanking," Mickey told a miserable-looking Ryan. "But lying to me about it has just leveled up your punishment, dude. Julie, I think I saw a large, wooden hairbrush on your dresser, yesterday. Is that right?"

Julie nodded and hurried excitedly to retrieve the mentioned brush, giggling all the way to her bedroom, while Ryan was reluctantly led to his own room by the hand of his younger friend, as he desperately pleaded with him not to use the wooden implement on his already anxious clenching-and-unclenching buns. When Julie walked into Ryan's bedroom carrying the requested weapon, Ryan was already draped over Mickey's lap, naked from the bottom down and crying softly from the anticipation of his oncoming spanking, as well as from the embarrassment of having his naked posterior displayed to the eyes of his beautiful stepsister. Julie winked to Mickey as she handed him the hairbrush, encouraged him not to hold back on 'the incorrigible brat', and walked out of the room, leaving the boys to their painful business.

After a quick scolding, the booming sound of hard wood pounding on soft flesh could soon be heard all throughout the house, with the respective boyish howling alongside it. Mickey thought that the hairbrush proved to be just as effective as the leather sandal, hearing the 14-year-old spanked boy cry just as much and watching him dance just as much after the session was over, and so Mickey decided that the new wooden tool had been a great choice to include in his growing rump-roasting arsenal.

He watched Ryan dance for a while, holding his butt and crying to the heavens as his tiny, flaccid pecker comically bounced up and down, following its owner’s rhythm. He walked out of the room after a few minutes, leaving Ryan to cry it off, and found Julie's bedroom door ajar once again. He spied through the door’s crack to find the same scene as he had before: Julie lying on her bed, frantically masturbating to the sound of her stepbrother's wild bawling. But this time, Mickey walked into her room casually, causing her to jump from the bed in surprise.

"Don’t be silly,” Mickey said. “There's no need for faking your reaction. You leave the door ajar on purpose, so that I can see what you're doing, don’t you?"

"I... no, you're right," Julie said, running her fingers through her hair. "I thought that if you knew that Ryan's spankings turn me on, then you might spank him more often."

Mickey smiled. "That's why you ratted on him today, huh? It really turns you on.”

"Oh, god, yesssssssss...!"

Mickey giggled. "Well, you should keep an eye on his behavior, then, and call me again whenever he needs his tail warmed up. Just don't call me when he's done nothing wrong, or it's your panties that will be coming down.”

"S-sure, of course. And, um... that sounds like you did very good work today, big little man," Julie said, licked her upper lip and winked at him.

Mickey then hurried to his own house in order to jerk off himself to the mental images of the punishment he had just delivered. He was realizing, after that brief talk with Julie, that his hand was going to be getting an even more frequent workout than he originally expected.

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And that was monday. On tuesday, it was Ryan's turn to call Mickey during the afternoon, to rat on Julie skipping her last class that day. Ryan had been overhearing Julie's conversation on her cell phone, as she talked to one of her friends, precisely hoping to catch a hint of some sort of misbehavior on her part. He had hit gold when he heard the teenage girl gloat on the phone about skipping class, and then he immediately called Mickey.

Julie had denied everything, just as her younger stepbrother had done the day before, but Ryan had recorded the conversation with his own cell phone and played it back to them. Mickey declared, also like the day before, that the lie had turned what would have been a hand spanking into a hairbrush one. He then asked Ryan to step out of Julie's bedroom, so the punishment could begin. Ryan protested at the instruction, reminding Mickey that Julie got to see his naked behind the previous day.

"You're still way too immature to see a girl's naked body," Mickey told him in response. "And on the other hand, it doesn't matter if Julie sees you naked, dude, or anyone else for that matter, since you're physically still a lot like a little boy, as the size of your miniature dick can prove. And little boys should not be embarrassed to be seen naked, since they really have nothing to hide."

Ryan blushed and Julie giggled mockingly at him. Then he left the room as he had been instructed to, without further protest. Mickey then took the hairbrush, sat on the armless chair and patted his lap. Julie rolled her eyes, sighed, peeled down her pants and panties to her knees and obediently placed herself across the 12-year-old’s lap.

The spanking took longer than Ryan's hairbrush spanking had taken the day before, since Mickey doubled his efforts on account on Julie being two years older than Ryan. When the session was finally finished, he felt exhausted, his arm felt almost numb and sweat was dripping from his face.

Julie was a complete mess, as she cried even harder than her stepbrother had cried, with snot streaming out of her nose and her face was as red as her shapely rump. Instead of doing the spanking dance, like Ryan always did, Julie rolled and contorted on her bed after a spanking, just as she had done during her first punishment two days before, only this time she was moving more wildly and violently, kicking and howling as she held her butt with both hands. It was an exciting spectacle for Mickey, who summoned all of his willpower not to jerk off right there and then. This time he knew he wouldn't be able to wait until he arrived at his house, and so he walked out of the room and entered the restroom on the hall instead. He relieved himself there, cleaned up, and then went to Ryan's bedroom to discover his friend jerking off himself on his bed. Ryan started to get up and opened his mouth to make some sort of excuse, but Mickey stopped him before he spoke.

"Don't worry, man," Mickey said. "She does exactly the same when you're getting it, so it's only fair that you get some pleasure from her spankings, too. Keep going, if you want to."

"Really? She DOES? Oh, well then, I'd better finish what I just started, if that's ok with you."

Mickey shrugged, grabbed a comic book and sat on a chair to read it, as Ryan lay back down on the bed, pulled his small erection back out of his underwear and continued where had left off. Julie's agonizing howls kept going for a long while afterwards.

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And that was tuesday. On wednesday, Ryan and Julie took swimming class together in the afternoon. Ms Hudson had enrolled them both in a swimming team a couple of years before and they trained on wednesdays and fridays.

Ryan was splashing around in the pool, goofing off with some friends instead of doing his required exercises. Then he dived into the water, play-fighting with the other kids, and when his face resurfaced he discovered an annoyed-looking Mickey standing at the edge of the pool, hands on his waist, staring back at him. The younger boy was even slowly tapping his right foot, signaling his annoyance at Ryan’s behavior.

Mickey called him over and Ryan knew he was in trouble, so he decided not to make it any worse and immediately got out of the water. Mickey said that Julie had called him to accuse Ryan of goofing off instead of doing his swimming exercises. Ryan turned to look for Julie and found her standing outside the pool, looking at them from a distance, holding her cell phone in her hand and waving at them with the other, clearly delighted and confirming that she had ratted him out.

"You know what you got coming, then, don't you?" Mickey said to Ryan.

"Oh, maaaaan..." Ryan said, unable to stop himself from instinctively covering his butt with both hands. "S-so I guess you'll be coming over to my house later, won’t you...?"

"No, dude," Mickey said. "We'll take care of it right now. That way you will start learning that your disobedient ass is not safe from sweet retribursion in any place or at any time. Retrimbustion. Retrirbu… Whatever, you know what I mean."

Ryan's face turned pale. "Y-you want to do it HERE? In f-front of EVERYONE?"

"I'm tempted to," Mickey said, giggling. "But no, we'll just find a private spot and warm you up a bit. Then we can have a longer session at your place tonight. C'mon, follow me."

Ryan followed his younger friend, dripping water as he walked, afraid that further protests might make Mickey change his mind about not dealing with him in public. Mickey led him behind the building that housed the showers and locker rooms. A narrow passageway separated the back wall of the building with the concrete fence that surrounded the whole complex. Since everyone was in the pool area at that time, the building was seemingly deserted and they were out of sight and earshot from any possible witnesses.

Still, Mickey decided they should make sure that they would not be heard, considering how loud he knew that Ryan could cry. "Take off your swimsuit," Mickey said. "And stuff it in your mouth. It will muffle your crying."

Ryan was about to protest but thought better of it. He was not in a position to disobey his friend (if he ever was), and he also thought that the idea made some sense. After all, he did not want anyone to listen to his spanking by accident. He peeled off his blue speedos, which left him completely naked, and stuffed them inside his mouth. Then he turned toward the building's back wall, placed both hands on it, bent a little bit and stuck his butt out for punishment. He shut his eyes and bit hard on the wet swimsuit, waiting for the spanking to begin.

Mickey placed his left hand on Ryan's lower back, pressing down just a little, to insure that his butt would keep sticking out during the whole spanking. Then he raised his right hand up and swung it down hard on Ryan's wet, bare buns.

*SMACK!* "MMMMFFFFFF!" Ryan exclaimed, through the muffling swimsuit. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "MMMNNNNFFFF! GGGNNNNFFFF! HHHNNNGGGHHH!" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

Mickey's hand kept chastising the 14-year-old's tail for a few minutes, painting it a nice shade of red in a very short time. The smacks made a subtle wet sound as they landed, as pool water still trickled all through the boy's shiny, naked flesh. Mickey thought that the hand spanking was probably stinging more than usual, due to his friend’s wetness.

A short - but frantic - spanking dance later, Ryan pulled his swimsuit back on very carefully, wiped away his tears and walked back to the pool area with Mickey beside him, hoping that no one would notice his sniffling or the redness in his eyes (let alone the redness sneaking a little below his tight speedos).

What Ryan did not know was that Mickey had not picked their spanking spot so randomly. The spot had been exactly below a small opening in the building that worked as an air vent from the women's showers. During Ryan's spanking, on the other side of the building's wall, Julie had been showering right below that same air vent. With no one else in the showers at that time, she had been free to touch and relieve herself under the hot shower, as she listened to her stepbrother getting his wet rear end well smacked, right outside. On the same phone call where Julie had alerted Mickey of her stepbrother's misbehavior, she had suggested that particular spanking spot - both for the boys’ benefit, thanks to the spot's discrete location, as well as for her own benefit, since it meant that she could enjoy the punishment in private. Under the shower’s steaming hot water, Julie congratulated herself on a job well done as her practiced fingers finished their pleasant task.

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And that was wednesday. On thursday afternoon, Mickey received a call from Julie, who informed him, in an annoyed tone of voice, that her mom had made her call him to see if he could join them briefly, in order to adjust both hers and Ryan's attitude.

It turned out that the Hudsons had attended a family party in honor of their grandmother's birthday, and Julie and Ryan had been fighting with one another over some board game they had been playing with their cousins. They had even cursed at each other out loud, accusing one another of cheating, and it had all upset their grandmother, who had grumbled that kids in her day did not get away with such language or behavior without getting their bottoms thoroughly warmed. That had been the cue for Ms Hudson to instruct Julie to call Mickey over, which she did grudgingly.

Ryan rode his bicycle over to the Hudson's grandmother's house and arrived shortly after the call had been made. He politely greeted everyone and congratulated grandma for her birthday. Then, as per her mother's instructions, Julie led Mickey to the back of the house, with Ryan following nervously behind them.

Once outside, the three kids entered a woodshed located at the end of the house’s large backyard, and locked the big wooden doors from the inside. The woodshed looked clean and organized, and Mickey's attention was drawn to a long, thick log, close to the back of the room. Both ends of the log rested on small wooden bases, so the log was suspended in the air a little below waist level, resembling a bench. Mickey thought that, in fact, that was probably the use that had been devised for it - a thick, cylindrical sitting bench for the large room. And now it was absolutely perfect for a new, practical use.

"Bend over that log, both of you," Mickey instructed them. Ryan started crying softly, as he always did when he knew he was about to get it, but still he approached the cylindrical bench with trembling legs.

"But, Mickeyyyy!" Julie said, pouting. "I don't want Ryan to see my butt! You said before that he was far too immature to look at a girl's naked body."

"He's not going to see it," Mickey said. "I'll pull down your pants and underwear after you're both bending over the log. That way, only I will be able to look at those pretty naked targets. Now, bend over."

Julie grumbled but did as she was told. When she and her stepbrother were both in position - their midsections resting on the log, their hands on the floor and their butts presented at the perfect inclination for punishment - Mickey reached under them, unzipped their pants and pulled them down to their knees, along with their undies. He even folded up the bottom part of their t-shirts, uncovering their lower backs.

Then, both bent-over kids heard the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle being undone and then the sound of a belt swooping through the loops of a pair of pants. Ryan panicked when he heard the sound. "NO! NOT THE BELT, MICKEY, PLEEEEAAASEEE! NOT THE BE-E-E-EEEEELT!"

"Oh, shut up, you little sissy!" Julie said, her face close beside his. "We actually do deserve this for cursing so loud at each other in grandma's house, even if you were the one who cheated on the game first. So quit your whining and just take your medicine."

Mickey smiled and, folding the belt, snapped it a few times to increase the kids' terror, causing Ryan's soft crying to grow louder, and causing both bare bums to clench after each snap, in agonizing anticipation. Mickey giggled, and then positioned himself to start swinging.

*SCHHHWAAAACK!* "OOOOWWWIEEEEEEEE!" cried Ryan, and "EEEEEE-OOOOOWWW! GODDAMN IT HUUUURTSSSS!" cried Julie.

Several whacks later, Mickey decided that they had had enough and put his belt back on. He held Ryan in place, with a hand on his friend’s lower back, in order to allow Julie to stand, do a little spanking dance and rub her own bottom, so Ryan wouldn't see her bottom-half nakedness as she danced. After she had composed herself and pulled her pants back on, Mickey allowed Ryan to stand and do his own dance. Julie enjoyed watching him do it, and she giggled at the funny sight of his tiny pecker bouncing every which way while he danced and howled and rubbed his bum.

Moments later, the three kids returned to the house, where the party's music had surely avoided anyone from overhearing what had just happened in the woodshed. Only Ms Hudson noticed the great and slow effort that her two wayward children made when sitting back down again to continue their board game, and the way they winced when their butts touched their seats. She then knew that they had been properly punished and would not be acting up anymore that day. She winked at Mickey, who winked back at her with a smile.

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And that was thursday. It had already been quite a busy week for Mickey's hand and a very stinging one for the Hudson kids, but it was friday where the most eventful development took place...

To Be Continued...

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