Friends To The (Rear) End 7

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 7

The following day was monday, and Ryan went to school happier than he could ever remember being. All he could think of was about his new girlfriend. And her kisses. Even if those had been the quick, barely-touching kind of kisses. He felt his spirit sing with joy all through the morning.

He shared some classes with Haley and so he could hardly pay any attention to the teachers, since his eyes kept finding her. They held hands together all through recess and announced their new relationship to their friends. He was proud of his deed and eager to spend more quality time with Haley that afternoon. He thought that there was nothing that could change his excellent mood. Nothing that could blow his balloon. Nothing that could bring a grey cloud to his sunny day. Nothing. He was sure of it.

Boy, was he wrong.

Was he so very, very wrong.

It was five minutes before the end of his last class of the day, when the bomb hit. The whole class was already gathering their stuff in preparation for the end of the school day, when their teacher, Ms. Taylor, announced that she was about to hand the report cards. Ryan's blood froze - he knew for sure that his grades would probably not be too pretty to look at. Ms. Taylor walked down the aisle, handing the dreaded document to each student in turn, and Ryan braced himself when she gave him the terrifying thing.

He had known it would not be pretty to look at.

He never thought that it would be this disastrously HORRENDOUS.

His mind raced and he experienced a sudden premonition of things to come, a horrifying vision: He could picture his own face staring real close at his bedroom's carpet, a puddle of tears gathering on said carpet, right below his face. He could hear the distant sound of tender flesh being mercilessly slashed by something leathery and flexible; a series of nonstop, piercing howls in the background... and a very familiar sensation of sizzling, agonizing fire blazing all over his cushioned rear end.

He bit his lower lip and felt his buns clench in slow motion and then remain tightly clenched, as if fixed with excruciating terror. His hands started to tremble, accidentally wrinkling the edges of the accusing paper before him. He was woken from his nightmarish trance by the sound of girlish giggling over his shoulder, startling him. He turned to find Haley standing right behind him, spying his appalling report card.

"Oh my god, Ryan," Haley said. "Would you look at your face right now? You're completely terrified, aren't you?" She giggled some more. "No wonder, just look at those horrible grades. You're REALLY going to get it for this, aren't you?"

"Haley, shhhh!" Ryan whispered, looking around to see if anyone had overheard her. Most of the students were comparing notes and the commotion over the report cards seemed to be enough to cover their voices. "Please don't talk about that in here, I don't want anyone else to find out."

"Find out what?" she whispered back with a smirk. "That you still get your pretty tushy smackety-smacked at your age?" She giggled again. "All right, all right, I'll keep my voice down. But really, boy, those grades are really shameful. You'd better start working on them 'cause I do deserve a smart boyfriend, you know?" She walked toward the front of his desk, placed her hands on it and leaned toward him. She brought her face close to his, making him retract his head toward his shoulders, mimicking a turtle. In an instant, Haley's expression had turned from mockingly amused to seriously annoyed, and her eyes burned with a sudden and threatening incandescence, capturing his undivided attention. She whispered through her teeth as she continued: "Which is why I hope your mommy really lets you have it today. A good... long... sound... s-p-a-n-k-i-n-g for her little boy..." she whispered, the words carrying a snarling, scary tone. "Or else I'm going to have to start taking care of your insanely cute but very naughty bum-bum myself. You GOT it?"

"G-g-g-got it… ! I got it!" Ryan mumbled.

Haley held her intimidating pose for a moment, then she straightened up and her smile came back. The blue fire in her eyes had turned back into cool blue skies once again. "Good," she said. "I'll see you tonight at seven, then? My place?"
"Uh... y-y-yeah, sure... A-anything you say..."

"You're learning fast, boy," she said, satisfied with the answer, as she tussled his chestnut-colored hair. Then she walked back to her own seat.

Ryan grimaced as he heard the bell ring and the other students started exiting the classroom. He stood up with a effort, shouldered his backpack, took a deep breath and began the long walk home. His buns stayed clenched the whole way there.

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It had been a couple of hours since returning home from school and Ryan was beginning to feel a little bit more relaxed. After all, his mom didn't have to find out about his grades that day, did she? Ryan had the idea that maybe she should actually find about them all the way until the next report card. Yes, that was a comforting thought…

He was thinking about that while watching TV, when his mom entered the room, broom in her hand, and started sweeping the floor. Ryan avoided eye contact with her, keeping his eyes glued to the TV.

"How was school today, son?" Ms. Hudson asked as she swept.

"Uh, fine, mom... everything ok..."

"Everything, huh? Good. Did you tell your friends about your new girlfriend?"

"Um, sure, I told them."

"Haley's a really good girl, you know? She's going to be a lot of good for you. She's responsible, pretty and smart, too."

"Moooom… I know that, ok?"

"Ok, ok. But, speaking of smart... did the report cards came in yet? I thought they were due this week," Ms. Hudson said, without looking up or pausing in her sweeping.

Ryan gulped and his butt clenched yet again. But then he thought that his mom's question seemed really casual, and not as if she knew anything about it at all. "Uh... no! No, they, uh... t-they said that they would probably be coming in next week. Or m-maybe even later. They've been pretty busy, you know...?"

"Pretty busy, huh?" Ms. Hudson said, and this time she paused, straightened up and looked up at him. "That’s funny. It's not what Haley said."

"What H-Haley said...?"

"Yes, when she called me just a few minutes ago. She said that the report cards came in today, you see. She also said that she suspected that you might be hiding yours from me, and that was the reason she was calling - to make sure that I knew about it and, in her own words, to make sure I 'deliver a hard and memorable correction to the bottom of the matter'. I wonder what she meant by that. So, you said that the report cards haven't come in yet, which means that Haley's lying, right? I'm going to have to call her mother to tell her that right away."

"No! I mean, uh... I t-think that they did hand them, n-now that I think about it... Yes, I remember now, h-hold on..." Ryan said as he stood up and started searching inside his backpack, the shame of defeat creeping into his gut. And that shame was quickly turning into ominous goosebumps, since he knew where this was all going to end... on a heated discussion with his rear end! His hands were trembling when they came out of the backpack holding the report card, and his eyes had started to well up with tears by the moment he handed it to his mom.

Ms. Hudson snatched the document from her son's hands and stared at it, transfixed. She looked absolutely shocked and she let her mouth hang open for a few moments before she could bring herself to speak. "T-this is... this is... a complete DISASTER!"

Her initial shock was followed by several minutes of scolding and recriminations regarding how hard she worked every day to give him and his stepsister everything they needed to be raised properly and this is how he paid her back? Ryan thought that he had never seen his mom so angry in his life. He could only stand there, hands clasped behind his back and head hung low with shame, while he waited for her to finish shouting at him and end the conversation, which happened with the expected announcement that she was going to call Mickey immediately to give Ryan what he was due.

As soon as Ms. Hudson walked out of Ryan's room, Julie's head popped up on his doorway, with an evil smile on her face. "Ooooohhh, someone's going to reeeeaaally get it today, isn't he? Sounds like you're going to be sore for a long time for this one, little boy," she said, giving her own butt as playful smack to punctuate her meaning, and then laughed all the way back to her room. Ryan just sat on his bed, wiped the tears that had already started flowing down his cheeks, and waited nervously for his impending doom.

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A little while later, the Hudsons' living room featured a thunderous scene previous to the approaching storm. Ms. Hudson was roaring with impressive fury, as she stressed to Mickey that she expected him to deliver as much punishment as he could muster. She insisted that a single spanking session would not suffice in this case, and that Ryan's tail should be feeling more than just Mickey's hand. Mickey stood in front of her, nodding as he listened to her outrage, and his eyes kept finding Ryan's, who was standing beside them, sniffling and shuffling his feet with clear uneasiness. Julie was stretched on the individual sofa, enjoying the show and waiting for the fireworks to begin.

Ms. Hudson said she had to go out on an errand, left things on Mickey's hands and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Mickey stared at his friend for a moment with determination on his face, which made Ryan wince some more.

Mickey sat on the large sofa and patted his lap. "Take those shorts and undies right off, dude, and saddle up," Mickey said. "You're in for a hell of a spanking."

"Oh, not here, Mickey, please!" Ryan whined. "I don't want Julie to watch! Let's do it in my room, pleeeeeaaaase!"

"I don't think you really understand your situation, boy," Mickey said. "You're in HUGE trouble right now, so your best strategy should be to do EXACTLY as I tell you to do. And I want to spank you here precisely so Julie will watch, because I know that's going to embarrass you. Which is fine for two reasons: One, you are being punished; and two, I had already explained to you that little boys with tiny dicks like yours have nothing to hide and therefore can be seen naked by probably anyone, let alone your own stepsister. In fact, I've just decided that you should actually strip completely for this spanking, just to hammer the point in. So don't risk annoying me even more and DO AS YOU'RE TOLD."

Ryan whimpered and started crying softly, but didn't dare talk back to Mickey, so he started to strip. Julie giggled at him as the embarrassed boy took off every last garment from his body and stood in the middle of the room in the nude, clasping his hands behind his back since he correctly assumed that it was Mickey's wish that his laughable genitals would be uncovered for further humiliation.

"Is it just me," Julie said, chuckling. "Or is that teensy-weensy pee-pee even teensier today?"

"It shrinks depending on how scared he is," Mickey said. "I've noticed it during his previous spankings. Watch this: Julie, please bring me the leather sandal to spank your stepbrother’s ass with."

Ryan shivered and cried a little louder after hearing Mickey's instruction. Then his penis contracted a little further, creating new ripples along its short, shriveled skin.

"Oh my god, you were right!" Julie said, leaning forward to watch closer, fascinated. "It shrunk even more when you mentioned the sandal! It's so funny!"

"Well, I wasn't kidding about the sandal, so please bring it to me so we can get this show started. And you, boy, get over my lap."

Julie giggled and hurried down the hall to retrieve the painful article. Ryan approached Mickey and, with an effort, forced himself to lay across his lap. Mickey reached around his waist and got a good grip with his left arm, while his right hand started fondling Ryan's soft buns.

"Mickey, please d-don't spank me too hard, oh pleeeeaaaase! I'm g-going to do better on my next exams, I promisssseeee!

"What are you talking about, dude?" Mickey said as he took the sandal from Julie, who was already back. "This spanking is just for hiding the report card AND lying to your mom about it. Those are two wrongs, which is why you’re getting the sandal and not just a hand spanking. After this spanking is over and you've settled down from your crying, THEN we're going to discuss the huge punishment you deserve for the grades you got. Consider this just a light preambulus. Uh, preambil. Preamble. Is that the word?"

"W-WHAT? NOOOOOOOOO!" Mickey cried out.

*SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* "When you do something bad, *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* you won't lie and you won't hide it *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* either from me or your mom, *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* or else you're going to be getting *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* something worse than a hand spanking, *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* just like you're getting right now, *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* UNDERSTAND?

"OOOWWW! YEEEEESSS! *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* OOOWWW! I UNDERSTAND! OOOOWWWW! *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* OOOOWWWW! I WON'T LIE ANYMORE I PROMIIIISEEEE! *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* WAAAAAAAAAA!"

"I'm going to spank your ass *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* for a long time right now, *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* just to make sure *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* I got the point across."

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* WWAAAAAAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

"Are you going to tell me *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* everything from now on? *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!*

"WWAAAAAAAAAAA! YEEEEEEESSSSS! *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* WWAAAAAAAAAAA! I WIIIIIIIILL!”

"You're going to be *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* a good boy for me? *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!*

YEEEEESSSSS! WWAAAAAAAAA! *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* WWAAAAAAAAA! I'MGONNABEAGOOOOODBOOOOOYYYYYY! WWAAAAAAAAAAAA!

"I know you will, but today *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* you have been a VERY bad boy, Ryan, *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* so I'm going to spank you *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* a lot more right now, *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!* you bad, bad, BAD little boy! *SLAPP! SLAPP! SLAPP!*

Watching from the individual sofa, Julie slipped her hand down her shorts and started touching herself as she witnessed the merciless punishment go on and on and on. She was facing Ryan's reddening butt and kicking legs, so she was out of Ryan's line of sight, which meant that he could not watch her contorting on the sofa as her talented fingers gradually built up her pleasure. Mickey did notice her doing that, though, and he seemed to increase the force of his swings when he did. Mickey couldn't help but enjoy the scene, as well as Ryan's resounding howls. He thought that, after all, Ryan did deserve this.

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Some time later, after Ryan had mostly composed himself from his spanking, the two boys were in Ryan's bedroom, discussing Ryan's punishment for his terrible grades. Mickey was sitting on the chair and Ryan stood to attention in the center of the room, as per Mickey's instructions. He was still buck naked.

"C'mon, Mickey, can I at least *sniff* get dressed while we discuss this? *sniff*" Mickey said, still red-eyed and sniffling, as he furiously rubbed his stinging rump.

"No, you can't, dude," Mickey said, smiling at his friend's embarrassment. "I want you standing there in the nude while we talk about your punishment, just so you can remember that you're being punished. Haven't you seen any army movies? Just stand straight while your superior - that would be me - decides what you got coming. Unless you want me to explain again with the help of some hard punctuations on your ass."

"N-no! That won't be necessary, I'm p-paying attention..."

"Good. Now, I think that we have to do as your mom asked and give you far more than just one spanking. Let's say three spankings a week, for a whole month. And each of them is going to be the belt, of course."

"W-WHAAAAAAAT? T-THREE BELTINGS EVERY WEEK? OH NO PLEASE MICKEY IT’S TOO MUCH! PLEEEEEAAAAAASE!" Ryan cried as he knelt on the carpet in front of Mickey, bringing his hands together and up to eye-level, in a classic begging position. Mickey thought that he looked very funny and he was barely able to suppress a laugh.

"You heard what your mom said, dude," Mickey said. "It's gotta be a lot of spankings and, in her words, your tail should be feeling more than just my hand. You have to admit that you deserve this, though. Those grades are just awful!"

"OH PLEASE MICKEY I CAN'T, I CAN'T HAVE SO MANY, PLEEEEEEAAAAASE! I DON'T WANT THE BEEEEEEEEELT!"

"Well... what I said the other day still stands..." Mickey said and smirked sinisterly. "There's an easy way that you can avoid the belt, remember?"

Ryan blinked with realization - he did remember. "O-oh… Right, uh… O-ok, anything, ANYTHING but the belt! I will do what I d-did the other day..."

"Call it by its name, dude. Tell me what you're going to do."

"I'm, uh... I'm g-gonna suck your dick, ok? Just don't give me the belt, please!"

Mickey giggled. "All right dude, all right, that sounds fair. You’re great doing that, you know? I’m really going to enjoy it!”

"D-do you, um... do you want it now...?"

"Hell, yeah, I want it now. But it's not going to be that simple. You're not getting away from a month full of beltings with just a single blowjob. If you were getting the belt for a month before, then now you're going to be sucking my dick for a month in exchange. That's fair, isn't it?"

"F-for a MONTH?"

"Oh yeah. And I want you sucking it every day. Probably TWICE a day, actually. We'll see how it goes. Unless you want us to go on with those three beltings a week I mentioned, instead..."

"NO! N-no, please! It's, uh... i-it's ok, I... I prefer the deal you're offering..."

"Which means that you will do what? Say it, dude."

Ryan gulped and blushed deeply. "Uh... I will s-suck your dick every day for a... *sniff* for a month..."

"You've got a deal! And, of course, you'll still be getting those three spankings a week, although we'll be using the tender hairbrush instead of that scary belt. Now, aren't you happy about that?"

Ryan grimaced and just cried a little more in response.

"Awww… There, there, boy, you've already had your spanking for today... Now you just have to get our deal started. Come down here and have your milky snack," Mickey said and giggled.

Ryan just sobbed some more as he approached his friend's crotch by sliding his own knees across the carpet, keeping his kneeling position. This was all unthinkably bad, he thought as he unbuttoned Mickey's shorts, and he wondered how worse it could still get. One thing he knew for sure: He was going to be studying a lot harder for his next exams.

As he fed on the meaty mouthful he thought about Haley and wondered what would she think if she knew he was doing this. And then he remembered her menacing words that morning and wondered if she would actually carry on her threat. He had the gloomy suspicion that he might be finding that out sooner than he would like to…

To Be Continued...

(The End)