Friends To The (Rear) End 11

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 11

That Tuesday finished relatively well for Ryan, considering that he did not receive a spanking other than the few swats that Mickey had given him that morning at school. He had been close to getting one, though, as he learned when he went to Mickey's house that evening to service him for the second time that day.

"I was considering giving you the first of your three weekly spankings today. The ones we agreed to for your terrible grades, I mean," Mickey had said. "But since you got three spankings yesterday, I thought that your butt really deserved a break, so we can do your spanking tomorrow."

"Really?" Ryan said, his face brightening. He had feared all through that day that Mickey would give him the first of those three spankings that evening, and so he now felt showered with sweet relief. After all, Mickey was right - his butt was still sore from the previous day's punishments. "Oh man, I could kiss you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"All right, all right. No kisses needed, man. I don't know why you look so surprised - I'm your friend, remember? I'm on your side, dude! I spank you because I really believe it will help you. I didn't like the bath you were taking with your terrible grades and being so rude with your mom and stuff."

"You mean the path."

"What?"

"You said 'bath'. The word you tried to use is 'path'."

"Are you sure? I heard it on an episode of Thundercats, I think."

Ryan sighed. "I'm sure, dude."

"Oh, ok... Anyway, what I mean is that we're doing all this to help you. So if I decide to give your naughty butt a day's rest, it should come as no surprise. I'm not heartless, you know!"

"Are you sure you're doing it for that reason only? I mean, are you sure you don't actually enjoy spanking me? I've picked up some signs..."

"Enjoy it? I, uh... Well, even if that were true, that doesn't mean that spankings are not good for you. And you know that I've never spanked you when you didn't deserve it for one reason or another. I would never spank you without reason and just because I enjoyed it."

"What about the blowjobs?"

"Well, of course I can't say that I don't enjoy those!” he said and giggled. “You’re just so good at sucking Little Mickey! But again, it's a win-win situation, dude. You get to downgrade your belt spankings to hairbrush spankings, and I get, well, blowjobs. You don't enjoy giving me blowjobs, so it's still a punishment for you, which means that you're just choosing one punishment over another. And that's just it, dude: It's your choice. You could switch back to the beltings whenever you want. And you DO deserve the beltings because of those AWFUL grades you got."

"Yeah, yeah, I know..."

"Speaking of which, you want to suck me now? I'm pretty horny already..."

Ryan sighed. "I guess the sooner, the better. Then we can play videogames for a while, afterwards."

"Sounds like fun! And the videogames part sounds fun, too!" Mickey said and giggled.

“Very funny, you dork.”

Mickey locked his bedroom's door from the inside, took off his tennis shoes, pulled his pants and underwear all the way off, made himself comfortable on his bed and turned on the TV on a cartoon channel.

"You're going to watch cartoons while I... while I do you?" Ryan said.

"Sure, why not? Mickey said with a smile. His back was against the bed’s head board and his legs were sprawled apart on the bed. His penis was already hardening up cheerfully. "Ben 10 is coming up. Try to do it more slowly this time, will you? Maybe we can last the whole show!"

Ryan grimaced as he climbed over the bed. He lay face down, facing Mickey's erection. He took a deep breath and went to work on his friend's stiff member. Mickey moaned and again asked his friend to go slow and easy, which Ryan did. The Ben 10 episode started and Mickey folded his arms behind his head and simultaneously enjoyed both the show and the gentle servicing of the 14-year-old boy between his legs. He smiled and wished he had thought of making himself a chocolate milk for the occasion. He made a mental note of remembering to do just that next time.

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On Wednesday, Ryan could barely concentrate during class, thinking of the hairbrush spanking that expected him that evening - the first of his three weekly sessions that month for his terrible report card.

He spent the first few minutes of recess walking happily with his girlfriend around school, hand-in-hand. Then he told her that he had to go to the restroom.

In truth, he had made the excuse so he could search for Mickey, just as the 12-year-old had instructed him the day before. He found Mickey playing with some other kids and asked him to come with him to check some homework before he handed it in. Mickey followed him and Ryan led him all the way to the small hidden warehouse at the back of the school. Once inside, Ryan kneeled in front of his younger, blonde friend, pulled Mickey's pants and briefs down to knee-level, and immediately started sucking on Mickey’s young cock as if he had been doing it for years and it were part of his normal routine. Mickey's dick had been soft at first, but it hardened up a few moments after Ryan had started feeding on it.

Mickey shot his load a few minutes later and Ryan swallowed the rich boymilk. Then the boys returned to their previous activities: Mickey went back to play with his friends and Ryan sat on a bench with his girlfriend and talked to her for the remainder of recess.

The afternoon was pure torture for Ryan, since every hour brought his incoming spanking ever closer. He tried to stay distracted and think of something else, but nothing worked; he could feel his buns clenching with the anticipation of their appointment with the back of that big, bad, wooden instrument of justice.

Finally the time came when he heard the front door opening and then heard Mickey's voice talking to his mom. The hairs on Ryan's neck stood up and he realized that tears were already forming in his eyes. Then the door of his bedroom was opened and Mickey walked in, holding the hairbrush in his hand.

Ryan panicked. He lost control of himself. He begged and cried and ran to a corner of his room, dropping to the floor and scratching the wall like a cornered animal. It took a few minutes for Mickey to pull his friend off the corner and drag him all the way to the bed, as Ryan kept struggling and screaming and kicking and scratching the floor. Mickey finally got him across his knees and, now very annoyed because his reluctant friend's tantrum, started pummeling Ryan’s rump with the brush, even harder and faster than normal. Ryan howled and bucked savagely, as his friend mercilessly walloped his ass for a long, long time. Much later, Ryan's tears were still flowing down his cheeks but now also along Mickey's rigid shaft, as the 14-year-old serviced his younger friend for the evening.

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On Thursday, Ryan spent the whole morning fidgeting in his seat, the sting of his butt giving him no reprieve.

Haley knew of his tri-weekly appointments with the hairbrush as punishment for his awful grades, and she made fun of his fidgeting and grimacing, while reminding him that he deserved it. She still thought that his mom was the one spanking him at home, and, after inspecting Mickey's deep-pink bottom in an isolated corner of the school at recess, Haley declared that Ms. Hudson had done a good job.

A little later, in the hidden warehouse, it was Ryan's turn to do a good job, only his task was to pleasure his 12-year-old spanker and drink deep from the white elixir that he extracted out of Mickey’s boyhood.

Ryan felt a little more relaxed that afternoon, as the sting from the previous day's hairbrushing had FINALLY started to recede. He felt safe enough to skip the portions of dinner that he disliked – mostly, vegetables - and throw them away secretly. He even chose to dump them in the big trash can in the backyard, so neither his mom or Julie would find them accidentally. 'You're getting smarter, boy' he thought to himself, as he put the lid back on the big trash can. 'You got away with this one. Good work!'

Then he heard a tapping noise behind him. He turned to find Julie's beaming face behind a window - she had been the one tapping the glass, calling for his attention. Displaying her teeth in a huge smile, she showed him the screen of her cell phone, in which he saw a picture of himself dumping the food into the trash can. Julie giggled mockingly and dialed someone on her cell phone. Ryan was pretty sure who it was. 'You IDIOT!' Ryan thought to himself. 'Couldn't you have possible remembered that the trash can is RIGHT OUTSIDE JULIE'S BEDROOM WINDOW? Now Mickey will be coming over and oh no, please, I can't take another spanking so soon, I just CAN'T! PLEASE!'

A little while later, Mickey arrived and told Ryan to sit at the dining room's table. Sit? Instead of draping himself over his lap? What was going on? Then Mickey sat in the chair next to him and put a small, plastic bottle on the table, along with a plastic spoon. Ryan read the label on the bottle: Castor oil.

"Oh shit, you've got to be kidding!" Ryan said, making a yucky face.

Mickey giggled. "I thought you'd be happy! Since your butt has been punished so much lately, I thought that you could use an alternative punishment for once. So from now on, every time you don't eat your vegetables you'll be getting some spoonfuls of this. You should be thanking me for sparing your butt, dude!"

"Yyyyeah, thanks..." Ryan said, not looking too convinced. He eyed the sinister plastic bottle suspiciously. "Oh man... it's going to taste awful, isn't it? Where did you get the idea for this?"

"The internet. Some wonderful site with lots of stories about naughty boys like yourself getting spanked! I'm writing down lots of ideas from there that we can use later!"

"Oh, hell... Thanks, internet."

"Now be a good boy and take your medicine. Open wide!"

Mickey filled the spoon with the yellow liquid and moved it toward Ryan's mouth, but the 14-year-old bit his lips from the inside, refusing to drink it. Mickey pinched his friend's nose with his other hand until Ryan had to open his mouth to breathe, and in the spoon went. Ryan opened his eyes comically, as wide as they would go, when he tasted the horrible thing. Then he shut his eyes and puckered his lips in disgust, and swallowed.

"YUCK!" Ryan said, sticking out his tongue. "Oh my god, it tastes HORRIBLE! Please, Mickey, don't make me take any more! PLEEEAAASE!" His eyes were welling up with tears and his voice had started to crack, just like when he got spanked, which was all Mickey needed to see and hear to know that this had been a good choice for an alternative - but equally effective - punishment.

Mickey giggled. "Of course you'll have some more! If you don't want to taste this ever again, just eat your vegetables and anything else that your mom gives you for dinner. Now open wide, you big baby!"

The procedure was repeated: Reluctant boy biting the inside of his lips, nose pinched, in the spoon went, followed by disgusted face and exclamations. By the third spoonful, tears were already running down Ryan's cheeks and he had started whimpering and crying softly. Mickey noticed that some of the castor oil had dripped from his friend’s mouth and was staining his t-shirt, so he went to get a kitchen towel and tied it around Ryan's neck, as a makeshift bib. Ryan blushed as he felt even more humiliated and more like an actual baby, just like Mickey had called him. It made him cry a little louder. Then he saw the terrifying spoon approaching his mouth once again.

Several spoonfuls later, Mickey declared that the punishment was over. By this time, Ryan was a mess of tears, snot and castor oil all around his mouth and over his bib. Mickey went to get some napkins and wiped his friend's face with them, as Ryan continued crying.

"There, there," Mickey said, soothingly, but he couldn't avoid smiling since he thought it had been a funny scene. "It's all over now, shhhhh. Listen, you told me you're going to see Haley later tonight, aren't you?" Ryan just nodded, since he was still crying and couldn't speak a response. "So try to think about that, huh? I'll bet it'll be nice to hang with your girl, right?"

Ryan thought that it would be nice, yes, unless he was late again to the appointment, because then he would find himself lying across Haley's lap for a spanking and that would NOT be nice at all! He hoped he could get there in time.

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The bell rang at the Wood’s home and Haley opened the door to find an agitated Ryan behind it. He had obviously come running.

"Hi, Ryan," Haley said and checked her watch. "Oh my god, you're FIFTEEN minutes late!"

"WHAAAAAT?" Ryan said, shocked. His butt could not endure fifteen minutes of spanking right now; not after the previous day's hairbrushing!

Haley giggled. "Just kidding, you blockhead! You're on time. Three minutes early, actually. You should have looked at your face, you went pale! Now kiss me hello and come on in."

Ryan exhaled, feeling like he had just dodged a bullet. He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss.

"EWWW!" She said, making a face. "What's THAT awful taste on your lips? You really do have the strangest things for dinner. Usually you have a mysterious salty taste… which is actually tasty in a weird way… but this one is just plain terrible!"

"Um... y-yeah, mom does make weird things for dinner, huh? Uh, why don't we come inside?"

Haley led him upstairs and they entered her bedroom. Then she sat on her bed.

"All right, Ryan," she said, and patted her lap. "Pull down your pants and undies and climb over my lap."

"WHAT?" Ryan said, feeling his buns clench with terror. "B-but you said that I had arrived on time...!”

"Yes, you did. I'm not going to spank you, silly. We're just going to have a conversation."

"S-so why do you need me to lie across your lap? I can talk just fine from here..."

Haley giggled at his terrified face. "Well, the things is, I'm going to be asking you some questions and I need to make sure that you answer truthfully. And I'm also going to give you some instructions for tomorrow's party. So I was thinking that the only sure way of getting things through to you is by punctuating my sentences with some loving smacks on your naked bottom - that way you will remember what awaits you if you do not answer truthfully or follow my instructions. So don't worry - like I said, we're just going to have a little conversation. Now pull 'em down and saddle up! You don't want to make me repeat myself, trust me."

The stern manner in which she had said that last part was more than enough for Ryan to do as he was told. He stripped from the waist down, being then instructed to completely take off his shoes, socks, pants and underwear, and then climbed on the bed and lay across his girlfriend's lap. Haley gently peeled up his t-shirt, uncovering the depressed valley of his lower back. She reached around his waist with her left arm to get a good grip, and then started caressing his butt with her right hand. She found his buns too delightful to be true, and she really enjoyed fondling them.

"Well then," she said, patting his butt. "How have you been, boyfriend? Everything fine at home?"

"W-what?" Ryan said. Her question had set off his internal alarms: Had she somehow found out about his castor oil punishment from a little while ago? Or maybe even found out that Mickey was the one spanking him at home instead of his mom? If she had found out that he had been lying to her all this time... "W-why do you ask? Is this one of the questions that you want answered truthfully? Is it a trick question or something?"

"You should always answer ALL of my questions truthfully!" *SMACK!*¨she said and landed a smack on the middle of his butt for emphasis, drawing a lively 'OW!' from Ryan. "But right now, I was just trying to start a polite conversation. It's polite to ask people how you've been and stuff, whenever you start a conversation. Now stop being so cheeky or else it's your cheeks that will be feeling the heat. And I'm talking about THESE cheeks!" *SMACK!*

"OWIEEE! Ok, ok! I'm sorry!"

"Now then," she said, her hand squeezing his buns, one at a time. "If you want us to go straight to business, we can do that, but I warn you that you're not off to a great start with your attitude, so try not to annoy me even more if you don't want my hand to get a good workout right now. Ok, first question: Were you staring at Jenny's boobs this morning during math class?"

"W-what?"

*SMACK!* "Was my question not clear enough? Were you. Staring. At Jenny's boobs. During MATH CLASS?"

"N-no! No, I swear! I... I wouldn't... I swear I wasn't!"

"I caught you looking in her direction. And she's got great boobs. Don't you think she's got great boobs?"

"Um, y-yes? No! I m-mean..."

*SMACK!* "Yes or no? Say what you mean, boy! Don't make me repeat my questions. What do you think of her boobs?"

"T-they're nice, I guess...? But not as pretty as yours! I mean, size is not everything, r-right?"

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "ARE YOU SAYING MY BOOBS ARE TINY? IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING? I'M A FLAT-CHEST, AM I?" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OWW! OWW! OWW! NO! N-not at all! Your chest is fine! It's b-beautiful! It's the right size for your, uh... for your age! Yeah, that's it! Jenny's boobs look too big for her age, you know? They make her look a little weird..." Ryan thought that this relationship thing was way harder - and stingier - than he had previously realized. Girls were so emotional and unpredictable! He felt a drop of sweat run down his forehead and he bit his lower lip with nervous anticipation as he hoped that his new response (which was not entirely sincere, since he thought that Jenny's boobs were WAY hot) was to the liking of his girlfriend. He braced himself for her reaction.

"Hmmm..." she started. Ryan swallowed and felt his heart beat harder. "...I guess they do look too big for her age, don't they? You're absolutely right, Ryan. My boobs are definitely better looking for a girl my age."

Ryan let out the air he'd been holding and congratulated himself. It had been a good comeback and another bullet dodged. Maybe there was still hope for him in this relationship thing after all.

"Next question," she said, with a firm squeeze on his left butt cheek. "What were you and the boys laughing about in science class? I noticed that you were staring at Miss Murdock while you laughed. It was something about her skimpy dress, wasn't it? Which, by the way, was completely inadequate of her to wear inside a classroom. It was about that, wasn't it?"

Ryan's mind raced, looking for an adequate answer. In truth, Deion, Jake and himself had been staring at Miss Murdock because her panties were showing when she was sitting down. It wasn't fair, Ryan thought. It wasn't his fault that his young, HOT science teacher always chose to wear such skimpy clothes to show off her amazing body. They were 14-year-old boys, for god's sake! They couldn't help themselves in such a situation. He weighed his options: He could fabricate a lie, but then he risked that either Haley wouldn't believe him or else she might have seen exactly what they were staring at and now she was just testing him to see if he answered truthfully. On the other hand, he could tell the truth, which would probably annoy her and earn him at least a few hard smacks, but it would probably be far milder than the full spanking which he would probably receive if he was caught telling a lie. He chose the lesser of two smackings.

"We were, uh... her... her panties showed a little when she was sitting down and we thought it was funny... But it was Deion who spotted it, I swear!"

"You little perverts..." *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "You won't look at her panties anymore, no matter what she's wearing! Is that clear?" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "And the only reason you don't get a full spanking for this is that it's mostly Miss Murdock's fault for wearing such a thing, but if I catch you doing it again you're getting the hairbrush, understand?" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OWIEEEE! OK! OK! OOWWW! I'M SORRY! OOWWW! OOWWW! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN I PROMISE! OOOWWW!"

"See that you don't," she said, pausing the smacking and fondling his now-pinkish butt. "Next question..."

"Hi, kids!" a voice said from the bedroom's doorway. It was Ms. Wood, who entered the room with a smile on her face and a wooden tray on her hands. "I heard that you had come upstairs so I brought you some milk and cookies. Oh, I'm sorry; you kids are in the middle of a spanking and I'm interrupting!"

"I'm not spanking him, mom," Haley said. "We're just having a little conversation. And milk and cookies? We're not in the 1960's, mom! You're embarrassing me in front of my boyfriend again! Please let us have our conversation in private! But, uh... don't take the cookies... just leave them here on the nightstand."

Ms. Wood giggled and placed the tray on the nightstand. "I know you can't resist my cookies, Haley; don't even try pretending. Ryan, did you know that she once ate en entire jar of cookies by herself? Her stomach ached for a week!" she said and giggled again.

"MOOOOOOM! STOP IT, YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME!"

"Ok, ok, I'll leave you kids to your nice conversation - how romantic! Call me if you want more cookies."

"Uh, t-thanks for the cookies, Ms. Wood..." Ryan said, from his horizontal position on the bed, over Haley's lap, as he turned his head trying to face the smiling woman.

"You're welcome, darling," Ms. Wood said. "I see that he's becoming more polite, Haley. You're teaching him well, keep it up. See you kids later!"

When she left, Haley reached over and took a couple of cookies from the tray, handing one to Ryan. They ate the cookies while staying in the spanking position they were in, Haley resting one hand on the boy's warm tail.

"I absolutely LOVE these cookies," Haley mumbled as she ate, her words coming out as crumbled as the cookie in her mouth.

"They're real good," Ryan agreed, mumbling just like his girlfriend was. He realized that, for some reason, it didn't feel so strange to be eating cookies and talking about them while draped over Haley's lap, naked from the waist down. He thought that maybe he was beginning to become used to their respective roles in the relationship, where she was the one wielding the firm hand - or wooden brush sometimes - and he was the one with the naked, vulnerable bottom, awaiting her judgment and loving correction.

"Anyway," she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "Where were we?"

"Hey look, it's the Rugrat!" said a new voice from the bedroom's doorway. Haley and Ryan turned their heads to find Billy standing there, wearing a baseball cap and looking rather amused. "And he's already earned himself another spanking! Should I go warm some milk to fill a baby bottle or something?"

"Beat it, runt!" Ryan said, annoyed at the 10-year-old's teasing.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "Don't be rude, Ryan!" Haley said, smacking his rump. "He's wrong to tease you but you should set the example, instead of fighting him. He's still a little boy, you know? And little boys are very impressionable – they learn what they see and hear, so you must be more polite to Billy from now on, is that clear?" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OOWW! OOWW! OK, OK, I’M SORRY!"

Billy laughed. "That's right, Rugrat. You have to learn not to talk back to your elders, like myself!"

"Quit it, Billy," Haley said. "Or I'll be pulling down your undies next, for a long lesson in manners. Now go somewhere else, can't you see we're having a private girlfriend-boyfriend conversation?"

Billy giggled again and walked away. Haley patted Ryan's bottom. "Finally," she said. "We can continue without more interruptions. Where were we? Oh, yes, I was asking you some questions. Now, pay attention," *SMACK!* "The next question is..."

Several questions and many smacks later, Ryan's butt had turned red and tears were continuously flowing down his cheeks, wetting the mattress. He was crying softly and wondered if Haley's questioning would end before his butt was burning as much as it did after a full spanking, and before he was bawling like a newborn. Fortunately, Haley announced that she was finally finished with the questions.

"See? No need to make such a fuzz. It wasn't so bad, was it?" she said with a sweet voice, while rubbing his red bottom. Ryan just whimpered and sniffled in response. "Now we can start with the next part: A few instructions for tomorrow's party, ok? Now stop sniveling and pay attention!" *SMACK! SMACK!* "Did you invite Deion and Jake to the party, like I asked you to?"

"OOOWWWW! YES! Y-yes, I did...!"

"Good boy," *SMACK!* "Ok, here's what you're going to do tomorrow..."

A few minutes and more than a few smacks later, Haley was finished giving her instructions and finally let Ryan up. He did a little spanking dance for a minute, and then reached for his clothes.

"Just put the underpants on," Haley said. "Leave the pants where they are. House rules, remember? You get a spanking in here, you lose your pants for the rest of the day."

"B-but you said it was a conversation... *sniff*" Ryan said, pulling his Transformers briefs back on, very carefully. "You said it was n-not an actual spanking..."

"Well, it WAS a conversation, but it took so long that you received enough smacks to for it to resemble at least a light spanking. And I gave you some of those smacks because you either answered something incorrectly or showed a bad attitude, so I guess those were actual mini-punishments, don't you think? So, no pants for you. Sorry."

Ryan whimpered but did as he was told, even though the burning in his butt felt nothing like a 'light' or 'mini' punishment. Then both kids went downstairs and watched TV for a while. Billy stopped by for a bit to make more fun of Ryan and his cartoonish underpants, but otherwise they spent the rest of the afternoon in peace.

When the sun had set, Ryan was finally allowed to put his pants back on so he could leave. Haley gave him a kiss goodbye and the usual goodbye spank to send him along, which stung more than usual since his butt was still sore from their earlier 'conversation'.

Ryan walked toward Mickey's house, since he had to service him for the night before going to bed, according to their deal. He grimaced when he thought of the 12-year-old boy's erection that would soon be filling his mouth, followed by its thick, rich boymilk. 'At least it might wash down the taste of the castor oil,' he thought to himself, although it felt like a very small consolation.

He rubbed his stinging butt as he walked, taking advantage of the street's current emptiness, and thought about Haley's instructions. The party was taking place the following day, and he wondered if Deion and Jake would either hate him or love him for what he had been instructed to do - he thought that maybe they'd do both. But the more he thought about his instructions, the more he feared that things were escalating faster than he could have ever suspected, and he worried what it might mean for his already often-punished posterior. He rubbed and rubbed and wondered about such things as he reached the door of Mickey's house and knocked, waiting to be let in for his fleshy, creamy, evening snack.

To Be Continued...

(The End)