Friends To The (Rear) End 6

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 6

The following day was a beautiful sunday. Mickey gave Ryan a visit and was glad to see that Ryan had finished all of his homework, no doubt thanks in great part to the proper motivation that Mickey had applied to his friend's naked backside the day before.

The boys played videogames for a while. At one point, Ryan stood up to take a leak. When he returned, he found Mickey using his (Ryan's) cell phone, as if texting someone with it.

"What are you doing?" Ryan said, confused.

"Oh, not much. I just got you a date with Haley this afternoon, that's all," Mickey said and started giggling.

"Y-you WHAT? Tell me you're kidding!" Ryan snatched the phone from Mickey's hand and checked the messages. There was indeed a series of texts between his phone and Haley's. “I-it says here that I’m asking her out to tell her something ‘very important about us’. Oh my god, what did you just do?”

"C’mon dude, it’s clear that you were never going to do this by yourself," Mickey said. "So I just did you the favor of asking her out so you can finally tell her how you feel and ask her to be your girlfriend. You're picking her up at her place at five o’ clock for an ice cream. No thanks needed, dude!"

"Are you INSANE? I'm not going to do that! You shouldn't have done this!"

"Man, you've liked Haley for years! This is part of growing up, you know. And since I'm already helping you grow up by roasting your ass every other day, I just thought that I should help you with this, too. You have to tell her, dude! Ask her to be your girlfriend already. You've both been friends since forever, right?”

"Yeah, i-it's just... I'm just too shy, Mickey, I... I can't tell her!" Ryan said as he blushed and hung his head in shame.

"You can and you must," Mickey said, standing up to face his friend. He placed his hands on Ryan's shoulders as he had seen people do in movies when they were trying to inspire confidence. "Listen, I'll be close by, ok? I'll be in the ice cream shop myself, having an ice cream on a table close to yours. She hasn’t seen me around you that much, so I don’t think she’ll make a connection. Will it help you if I'm there? I've got your back, man!"

"T-thanks, I... I guess it would actually help if you're around. It would make me feel a little less nervous..."

"Of course it will! We're a team, right? You'll do just fine, you payboy!"

"What? That's 'playboy', Mickey. With an 'l'."

"Are you sure? I heard it on a tv show, I think. It means that you're a tough guy, right? I'm pretty sure they said 'payboy'."

Ryan sighed. Spanking authority and genitalia size aside, there were still several signs that Mickey was still, in fact, younger than Ryan. And so there still popped up the occasional stuff that Ryan had to explain to his younger friend. Ryan wasn't sure if that made him feel a little better or, inversely, even more humiliated of being under the spanking authority of the other kid. "It's 'playboy'. It means that you're lucky with the ladies. That they find you attractive and stuff. Look, never mind, let's just continue our game, all right? It might help me take my mind off Haley for a while and hopefully settle my nerves."

"All right, sure," Mickey said as he picked up the controller. "I just know she's going to say yes, dude, don't you worry about it. You'll have a girlfriend by the end of the day!"

Ryan sighed again as he sat on the bed beside Mickey and picked up his own controller. "I sure hope so, man. I guess you're right, though: I've been avoiding this for far too long. It's time to at least try to act like a man."

"Well, I wouldn't go so far as to call you a man just yet, particularly when you cry like a hysterical little girl every time I'm tanning your tail," Mickey said and giggled. "But this would definitely be a step in the right direction."

"Don't remind me," Ryan said, grimacing and slipping a hand under his butt for a quick rub. "It still stings from yesterday. And I've still got the aftertaste of your... stuff... in my mouth. Even after brushing my teeth last night and today. Maybe the ice cream can help with that."

"You mean you didn't enjoy the delicious french vanilla milkshake that I fed you yesterday?" Mickey said, in clear reference to the blowjob that Ryan had given him the previous day, in exchange for downgrading his belt spanking to a hairbrush one.

"Tasted more like pistachio…" Ryan mumbled in a low voice, his face blushing. “Or maybe butter pecan… All right, already! I said don't remind me, ok? Let's just play the game."

"Whatever you say, payboy."

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The hours seemed to go by faster to Ryan than in any other regular day, and soon it was time to pick up Haley at her house. After a whole minute standing outside her doorway, he finally summoned the courage to knock on her door.

Haley opened the door with a grin on her face. She looked even more radiant than usual to Ryan. Her mid-length brown hair looked beautifully styled and her green eyes sparkled with an almost magical glitter.

"H-hi, Haley, I... You... D-do you want to, um...?"

"What are you mumbling about, you blockhead?" Haley said, giggling, as if she thought that he sounded funny. She seized his arm and pulled him along down the sidewalk. "You invited me to get some ice cream and I'm not getting any younger. Let's go!"

Soon they were enjoying their respective ice creams in one of the booths at the shop. Ryan started feeling a little less nervous as the minutes passed and the conversation became light and fun and friendly. How could it not be friendly? Haley had been his good friend for quite some time now, and they had much in common. The one exception being Haley's cheerful and outgoing personality, which contrasted with Ryan's innate shyness, but he had always thought that he was less shy when he was with her. She somehow energized him in some invisible and wonderful way.

It also helped that Mickey was sitting on a table right behind them, pretending to read a comic book as he enjoyed an ice cream himself. Mickey's presence had always made Ryan feel safer and generally less afraid. The 12-year-old's confident personality made up a little for Ryan's childish traits, and the 14-year-old Ryan knew that his younger friend truly cared for him and would always look out for him. Ryan thought that it had been a good idea to have Mickey around during such a nerve-wrecking situation.

They had almost finished their ice creams when Ryan heard Mickey clear his throat. Ryan deduced that his friend meant for him to go ahead and shoot the question already. They had been there for quite some time, after all. Ryan took a deep breath and braced himself.

"Um, Haley, I... I've been meaning to tell you that, uh..."

Haley blinked and then giggled after Ryan had stopped mid-sentence for several seconds. "Yes? What is it? You want to try some of my ice cream, is that it? Go ahead, it's my favorite: butter pecan!"

Ryan made a face. "Oohh... I wish you hadn't ordered that... Uh, no, it's not that at all, it's, ah... I wanted to tell you that I f-feel... I feel...."

Ryan felt the words choke in his throat. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He just couldn't. Here was a pretty girl who seemed to like him just as much as he liked her and he couldn't tell her how he felt about her. He now knew that he was very, very far from becoming anything that even remotely resembled a man. He felt his testicles shiver and contract further into his body.

"Yes?" Haley said. "What do you feel?"

"I feel... I feel... S-SICK! Yeah, that's it! I think the ice cream m-made me sick or something... I'll just go outside for a minute, ok? I'll be right back."

Haley opened her mouth to say something but Ryan was up and walking away before she could say a word. He walked outside the shop and leaned on a nearby wall. He felt his heart pumping faster than ever and tried to calm down. Then the ice cream shop's door opened again and out walked Mickey, looking rather annoyed.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mickey said. "You were almost there! What is this crap about being sick?"

"I can't do it, Mickey. I'm sorry dude, but I just can't do it, I'm a fucking sissy."

Mickey grabbed Ryan’s wrist and pulled him inside the building right next to the ice cream shop, which happened to be an arcade that both boys had been visiting for years now.

"W-what are you doing, Mickey?" Ryan said with worry, as his friend pulled him along. "Where are you t-taking me?"

Mickey did not answer as he pulled Ryan all the way inside the arcade's restroom, which was empty, and then into the handicapped stall, which was roomier than the other, regular stalls. He closed the stall's door from the inside and then started to undo the fly of Ryan's pants.

"No, Mickey, WAIT!" Ryan said, in distress. "Y-you can’t! Not here! People can hear!"

"Oh, shut up, sissy boy!" Mickey said as he pulled the 14-year-old's pants and underwear down to his ankles. "I only saw two kids playing out there, and they looked very focused on their games. Nobody's going to come in here in a while and the loud music and noise from the games will easily cover us. Now turn around!"

Trembling, Ryan slowly half-turned, frightened of what he knew was coming next. He kept begging Mickey not to do it, but Mickey simply grabbed Ryan’s wrist again and started spanking him with his free hand as they were both standing there. Ryan danced in place as the 12-year-old's hand kept landing on his tender bottom again and again.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "You will go back there, *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* and sit down with that girl *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* and you will tell her how you feel *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* about her, UNDERSTAND? *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OOOWWW! OK! OK! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OOOWWW! I WIIIILL! OOOWWW! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"And then you will ask her *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* to be your girlfriend, *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* and then you’ll take her by the hand *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* and walk her back home, *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* YOU GOT IT?"

"OOOWWW! I GOT IT! I GOT IT! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OOWIIEEEE! PLEASE STOP PLEASE! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OOWWAAAAA! I'LL DOOOO IIIIIIT! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OOWWAAAA! OOOWWAAAAAAAAA!"

A little while later, Mickey stopped the spanking sooner than he would have liked to, realizing that Ryan had to compose himself before going back to Haley, and that they shouldn't keep her waiting for too long. He let Ryan dance it out for a while, as the tearful boy whimpered and rubbed his reddened behind, and his tiny pecker bounced up and down in its regular funny manner.

Moments later, after Ryan had composed himself, he pulled his pants back up and they walked out of the stall. They were surprised to find a little boy of some 8 or 9 years old standing in the middle of the restroom, gaping at them in shock. He had obviously listened to at least some part of the spanking. Ryan blushed as he realized that fact, and he whimpered and sniffled in shame.

"What are you looking at, boy?" Mickey told the little boy. "Do you want some of what he just got? Step into the stall and I'll be glad to give you some!"

The little boy's eyes opened wide and he dashed out of the restroom, terrified. Mickey couldn't help but giggle at the scene.

Soon, Ryan had walked back into the ice cream shop and had sat back with Haley. A few moments later, Mickey walked inside as well and went back to his own seat behind them, trying to look inconspicuous.

"You all right?" Haley asked Ryan, looking concerned.

"Um… yeah! Yeah, sure, I... I feel much better now, thanks. And I, uh, I need to tell you something else..."

"What’s that?"

Ryan summoned all of his inner strength. It somehow also helped that he was fidgeting in his seat, since his posterior stung like crazy, and the sharp sting was a clear reminder that he could be earning an even worse tanning if he didn't go through with this.

"I f-feel... that I care f-for you a lot, Haley… You're my friend, but I... I want you to be more than just my friend. I want you to be my g-girlfriend."

Haley stared at him, speechless for a moment. Then her face beamed and she smiled. "Oh my god… Yes, I’d like that! I've been waiting for you to ask this for a long time!"

"Y-you have?"

"Of course, you blockhead! I care a lot for you, too, you know? Now come here and kiss me already."

They both leaned over the table and gave each other a quick kiss, barely touching each other's lips for less than a second. Ryan felt all sorts of celestial music playing inside his own chest. He had done it! He finally got the girl. He was soaring through white, fluffy clouds in the sky and it was only when he sat back down on his not-so-fluffy seat that the hot sting on his butt brought him back to reality, since the excitement had made him forgot that he had to sit down carefully, considering the present state of his butt.

"OOOWW!” Cried Ryan when he distractedly let his rear end fall on the hard seat. He jumped up in a flash, rubbing his butt instinctively. Then he realized what he was doing and sat back down again, but real carefully this time.

"What was THAT?" Haley said. "Oh man, don't tell me... you got a SPANKING recently, didn't you?" She smiled widely as she said it, as though it amused her.

"W-what? NO! A spanking? Are you kidding? W-why would you think that? I'm not six years old, you know!"

"Now, don't you lie to me, boy. I know a spanking-jump when I see one. And you were rubbing your butt, too! Listen, if you want us to be a couple you should really start being honest with me, don't you think? Besides, I know that boys your age get spanked all the time, like my cousins do. It's nothing to be ashamed of, really. Who spanked you, your mom? C'mon, admit it!"

"T-they do? Well, I... I... I... yyyyyeah, sh-she spanked me earlier... I didn't clean my room like I supposed to… s-so she gave me it to me real good... And, well, it still stings..." Ryan said, blushing.

"OMG, I knew it!" Haley said and started laughing. "You still get spanked at your age! Unbelievable!"

"B-but you just said that other boys my age still get... that your cousins..."

"How should I know? I haven't seen my cousins in years, Ryan. I was just fishing, you blockhead. OMG, I can't believe you still get spanked like a little boy!" She said and laughed some more.

Ryan felt more embarrassed than he had ever felt in all his fourteen years of life. "N-no fair! Then I... I guess that you won't want to be the girlfriend of a boy who still gets spanked, do you...? Of course you don't."

"What? Oh, don't be silly, boy. Of course I still want to be your girlfriend! Like I said, I care for you a lot and that doesn't change at all. I have always thought that you're the cutest boy I've ever met, and this news somehow just makes you seem even cuter! I can just picture you over your mommy's lap with your pants around your knees, crying your eyes out like a naughty little boy. It's a perfect picture! It might seem too weird with any other boy, but you are just the type of boy that I can perfectly understand that should still get his butt regularly spanked. You just have a really childish vibe, you know?"

Ryan couldn't believe what was happening. It was just too much for him. He had just got the first girlfriend of his life and at the same time he had foolishly revealed to her that he still received spankings. And then she had told him that she thought that he was childish enough to still get spankings at his age, but she still wanted to be his girlfriend. It was just too much to think about! He felt dizzy just trying to think.

A little while later, Ryan had walked Haley back to her house and they were both standing at her door, saying their good-byes.

"I had a good time, boyfriend," Haley said, standing under the threshold of her open door. "See you tomorrow at school?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

Haley leaned over, puckered her lips and gave him a quick kiss. Then Ryan, sporting a huge smile on his face, turned around to head home. But just as he had turned around, he felt a sharp *SMACK!* on his butt.

"OOOWWW! Cried the surprised boy. The sting of the smack had been worse that it would normally be, because his tail was still quite sore from his recent spanking at the arcade. He turned around to find Haley with a wicked smirk across her face.

"What was that for?"

"Just a small reminder that you'd better be a good boyfriend," she said, half-stepping into the house. "Or else you're going to find that my lap is just as cozy as your mom's, and you might start spending lots of time lying across it."

To Be Continued...

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