Friends To The (Rear) End 14

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 14

Both Mickey and Haley stayed frozen for a moment, looking surprised. Then Mickey let Ryan up, and the 14-year-old boy started his usual spanking dance, just as he kept on crying. Mickey stood up as well and approached Haley.

"Hi!" Mickey said, smiling and holding out his hand. "I'm Mickey. Nice to meet you!"

"Uh... hi," Haley said, arching her eyebrow and tentatively shaking his hand. "What's... what's going on? Why were you spanking Ryan?"

"Well, this one spanking was about his terrible report card," Mickey explained, lifting his chest and placing his hands on his waist, as if proud of his report. "You see, his grades were so terrible that we decided that he should get three spankings every week for a whole month, which I think is when his next report card is due, so hopefully his grades will have improved."

"No, I... I meant why were YOU spanking Ryan? I thought his mom was the one who spanked him at home? He SAID his mom was the one who spanked him at home."

"He did, huh? Well, um, that's... that's just something we decided to tell you because, well, he would be too embarrassed if you found out that it was actually a 12-year-old boy who regularly whacked his butt."

Haley turned to look at Ryan, who was still dancing and howling, but he also somehow seemed to be paying attention (as much as he could, under the circumstances) to his spankers' conversation. Then she turned back to Mickey and looked him up and down, as if trying to digest the notion of this young boy spanking her boyfriend on a regular basis. Mickey lifted his chin and smiled proudly, as if enjoying her eyes on him.

"You're Mickey," Haley said. "Ryan's best friend. He's told me about you."

"In the flesh!" Mickey said.

"OMG," Haley said. "You've been spanking him all this time? That's just... but he's two years older than you!"

"Well, I may be younger physili... physchili... body-wise, I mean," Mickey said. "And not in every body part, for that matter, particularly where it really counts. But he definitely acts much more like a little boy than I do. And so one day I just had it with his constant naughtiness and started giving him what he deserves. And he deserves it very often, if you ask me."

"No argument about that," Haley said. She looked a little less surprised than before, as the story started making sense in her mind. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised at all, knowing Ryan's childishness, and I can definitely see him wearing off your patience as a friend, practically inviting you to deal with him as naughty little boys should be dealt with."

"That's right!" the blonde boy said, his blue eyes sparkling.

"And from Ryan's stories, I am ready to believe that you really are a good friend to him and you're sincerely doing this for his benefit."

"Definitely. We're BFFs! I think he really needs getting his butt warmed up very frequently."

"I agree," Haley said. "But there's something missing in this picture."

"Huh? What is it?"

"Your butt."

"My... what?"

"I can easily believe that Ryan is more childish than you are," Haley said. "That, and the fact that you're his good friend, makes it right that you should spank him when he acts up. But you're still a young boy yourself. Does your mom spank you often?"

"Mom? She... well, she did spank me much more often when I was younger, but it's been months since the last time she spanked me. Why is that important?"

Haley gave Mickey a serious look, making the young boy shrink away a bit.

"Because all young boys should be spanked regularly, that’s why. It's in their nature to misbehave and so they need constant discipline to grow up into responsible young men. You might not misbehave as much as Ryan, but I'm sure that you sometimes do, and in those times Ryan might be influenced by your misbehavior."

"That's... he... I w-would never be a bad influence for Ryan!" Mickey said, taking a step back.

"No?" Haley said. "I've only been here for a few minutes and I've already learned of something naughty the two of you did together."

"W-what's that?"

"Lying to me, of course. You both agreed that he should tell me it was his mom who spanked him at home, when it was you all along."

"But I already t-told you, he was embarr-"

"Yes, I understand it would be embarrassing for him to tell me the truth, but he's a naughty little boy who needs lots and lots of discipline. He SHOULD feel embarrassed most of the time, and there's nothing he should be hiding from his spankers, if they are really going to be authority figures to him."

"I... I guess that makes sense, but..."

"And so," Haley interrupted. "This proves my point. Don't worry, though, we can work this out, no problem."

"W-we can? Great!" Mickey said, breathing a little easier.

"I'm just going to spank you for lying to me, and afterwards we can talk more about dealing with Ryan."

"WHAT? B-but I... it was R-Ryan who..."

"He was the one who actually lied to me, yes, and he will definitely be spanked for that," Haley said, stepping closer to Mickey. "But you agreed to the lie and so you need to be spanked as well. And I think that should be done right now, to set things straight before we discuss some other important things. Now drop your pants and underwear, little boy. I said, DROP THEM."

Haley's final commanding words made Mickey jump in place and bring his hands to the fly of his pants. He swallowed and looked up at this stern-looking and stern-sounding girl standing before him, and felt a chill run through his skin. He wanted to protest or simply disobey her instructions, but he found himself feeling completely intimidated by her. How could that be? Was he not the same boy who held spanking authority over another, older boy? Hell, was he not the same boy who actually spanked his friend's 16-year-old stepsister, as well? How could he feel in control when dealing with Julie (who was two years older than Haley and FOUR years older than Mickey), but so much like a naughty, cowering little boy when confronted by this girl? It didn't make sense!

Then again, Julie had been submissive to his authority from the start, and Mickey suspected that she felt that a boy disciplining her was simply the natural order of things, no matter how many years younger than herself the boy was. It was as if Julie expected a boy to take charge and spank her whenever she misbehaved. She had a very strong personality, sure, but she immediately complied when instructed to climb across Mickey's lap for a bare-bottomed spanking.

And Haley here seemed like the complete opposite of Julie. Haley felt like it was boys who were supposed to climb across girls' laps for frequent spankings, not the other way around. She carried herself like an authority figure when she felt that a boy in her presence had misbehaved. Mickey thought that, in perfect contrast to Julie, Haley might probably display a sweet and beautiful personality whenever she was not in disciplinarian mode, from what Ryan had told him about her. But now that she was in terrifying-spanker mode, Mickey found himself shivering and unable to speak in protest, as his fingers unzipped his pants while the brown-haired girl took a seat on the armless chair in the bedroom and gestured for him to approach.

Mickey dropped his pants to his ankles and walked awkwardly toward Haley. He noticed that the still-crying Ryan was looking at the scene and he blushed - it was humiliating enough to be spanked by a girl, but to also have someone who you usually spanked yourself as a witness made it even worse. The spankee was about to watch his spanker get his own backside roasted.

Haley reached for Mickey's underwear and the blonde boy blushed even further. He shivered as he realized that Haley was about to become the first girl who saw his naked package, but still he could not bring himself to do or say anything to prevent it.

Haley pulled Mickey's briefs down his ankles in a quick swoop, as if it were an afterthought, but then she recoiled in her seat at the sight.

"Whoa!" Haley said, as she stared at Mickey's penis. Even in its soft state, it looked evidently larger than Ryan's, along with his denser, dark-blonde patch of pubes. Haley thought that the decent-sized organ could well have belonged to a high school student, and that made it look impressive in Mickey's 12-year-old's body.

"Well, hel-LO!” Haley said and whistled. “Now THAT'S what I was talking about!"

"H-huh?" Mickey said.

"Never mind that for now," Haley said, smiling at him in a weird way. "Right now we need to get your little bum nice and red, don't we? Saddle up, boy."

Trembling, Mickey obeyed and climbed across Haley's lap. He felt her hands adjusting his position and then getting a good grip around his waist - just as he did with Ryan when Mickey spanked him. Haley's hands fondled Mickey’s bottom playfully, getting the lay of the land before making her mark on it.

"Tell me why you're getting spanked, little boy," Haley said. As her hands familiarized themselves with Micky’s naked posterior, she thought that, even though his butt was slightly smaller than Ryan's (just as Mickey’s entire body was, except for their boyhood region), it was still as perky as Ryan's. She instantly enjoyed the feel of its fleshy roundness.

"Um… b-because I agreed that Ryan sh-should lie to you..." Mickey answered.

"That's right. And you two naughty boys are not going to keep secrets from me anymore, are you?"

"N-no, we're not. I promise!"

"That promise doesn't count right now. It WILL count a few minutes from now, when you're shouting it repeatedly through your crying. Let's get that started, shall we?" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

Haley did not hold back and gave Mickey a sound, thorough spanking, as the young boy kicked his legs wildly and howled louder and louder.

She was satisfied to hear that Mickey's voice gradually turned more and more into one of a very young boy, as the spanking progressed, making it sound as if she was spanking a five- or six-year-old instead of a twelve-year-old brat. She thought that Mickey was in the precise age where there is still as much little-boy in him (or maybe more) as there is teenage-boy, and she was pleased to find that a spanking could easily bring the little boy out to the surface in no time at all.

Ryan always cried his lungs out when he got spanked, louder than Mickey did, and his begging was more pathetic and sissy-like than Mickey's, but Mickey's crying voice seemed younger. It was, she thought, as if Ryan sounded like an older but sissy-er kid, almost as if there was a very girlish part of him that came to the surface, whereas Mickey sounded younger but very much like a BOY. She wondered if she should be worried to think of her own boyfriend as a sissy or girlish, but she loved Ryan from the bottom of her heart and decided that it was just another reason for her to keep his ass well spanked most of the time, since she was evidently going to be the one wearing the pants (both figuratively and literally) in their relationship.

Standing at a short distance from the ongoing spanking, Ryan finally started to calm down from his own punishment session, and he had managed to stop crying out loud at some point, instead just sniffling and whimpering as he rubbed his stinging behind and watched with great interest as his girlfriend spanked the living crap out of his best friend. He was still a little shocked at the turn of events, but he couldn't even begin to think what it all might mean for him. The only certainty in his mind was that he would probably not have much of a say in whatever happened next.

"OWIEEEEE! I'M GOING TO BEEEHAAAAVE!" Mickey cried as Haley walloped away. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "OWIEEEE! OWIEEEE! I PROOOMIIIIIIIISE!" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

Several minutes and promises later, Haley finally let Mickey up to perform his own version of the popular spanking dance, which turned out to be similar to Ryan's version, the only difference being that Mickey jumped around keeping both legs together, while Ryan's jumps were always messy, disorganized and generally more chaotic (and funnier, in Haley's mind).

Haley told Ryan to get dressed while they waited for Mickey to settle down, which he did in half the time that Ryan always took to settle down himself after a spanking. The two boys looked humbled and red-faced when, after they had finished dressing, Haley led them out of the room and then out of Ryan's house. They didn't even dare to ask her where she was leading them, and quietly rubbed their red-hot behinds as they followed the smiling girl around the block.

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The two boys were a little surprised to find that their destination was the ice cream shop. Haley bought ice cream for the three of them and then they walked to the same park where the boys used to play soccer with the other neighborhood kids.

The weather was nice and they sat (very carefully, in the boys' case) on the grass to eat their ice cream. The park sloped gently upwards, and so from the place where they sat they could see the whole neighborhood, and even their school in the distance.

"I can see all of our houses from here," Haley said, fixing her hair behind her ear with the hand that was not holding an ice cream cone. "You know, it's funny how you've been Ryan's best friend here in the neighborhood for so long, Mickey, while I've been Ryan's friend at school for just as long, too, and we had never met before. I'm glad I finally met you."

"Um, I'm glad, too..." Mickey said, sneaking a hand underneath to give his butt a quick rub.

"S-so what happens now?" Ryan said. "Does Mickey stop spanking me from now on, or...?"

"Why would he stop spanking you?" Haley said. "I'm convinced that he's a good friend to you, as well as less childish, and I can't be around you all the time. In fact, Mickey, I'm thankful to you for keeping an eye on my boyfriend. And for keeping a swift hand on his butt, as well."

"My pleasure!" Mickey said, smiling mockingly at Ryan, who blushed at the words.

"I’m asking you to please keep looking out for Ryan and spank him when he needs it," Haley said. "And I'll do it, too, when he's with me. I will trust you with my boyfriend's ass, since, as Ryan's BFF, you have as much right to it as I do. But I have two conditions."

"Ok,” Mickey said. “What are they?”

Ryan opened his mouth, thinking that he should say something - they were talking about his own ass, after all, and they were talking as if it were a time-share property! But he also knew that, by this point, that was practically a fact: These two kids OWNED his ass. And so he closed his mouth and waited -with more than a little worry- to hear the terms they would agree to for sharing their property.

"First condition," Haley said to Mickey. "Whenever you two get in trouble together, you're both going to get spanked by me. If you get in trouble by yourself, Mickey, well, that's between you and your mommy. But if you are a partner in crime to whatever trouble my boyfriend gets in, then you'll earn the same trip across my knees that he will. As I said before, you are still a young boy, and young boys misbehave - especially when they're together. So you need discipline if you're going to be a good example to Ryan."

"I... I guess that's fair..." Mickey said, rubbing his butt as if remembering that this girl's hand was no joke.

Ryan couldn't help chuckling. He loved the fact that Mickey would get spanked, just as he did! He might even start getting both of them in trouble on purpose just to see Mickey get his bottom tanned, even if he had to pay the same price. Mickey turned to see him, looking a little annoyed at his chuckling, making Ryan cover his mouth with both hands.

"And the second condition, well..." Haley said, giving Mickey a weird smile, making him more than a little nervous. Then she put some of her hair between her teeth and bit on it, tilting her head to the side. It was only until Mickey saw that she was blushing that he realized that she was embarrassed about something. But she was still smiling at him. "I, um... I get unlimited access to your cock…"

"My... My WHAT?" Mickey said, his jaw dropping wide open.

"W-what did you SAY?" Ryan said. Distractedly, his hand leaned down too much and the ice cream fell off from his cone, landing on the grass. He didn't seem to notice as his burst-open eyes were glued to his girlfriend.

"Ahem!” Haley said, taking the hair out of her mouth. “I. Said. COCK!” then she giggled at the stupefied boys. “Oh, I have waited for so long to find a decent, handsome cock to get my hands on and, more importantly, my lips around of. You have to understand, this is stronger than me - I simply NEED to start sucking some cock immediately -at least once daily, I think- or I'm going to go insane! I thought my problem would be solved when we became a couple, Ryan, but then it turned out that you don't actually have a cock, but only a teensy weensie pee-pee that makes me giggle every time I see it."

Ryan stared at his girlfriend, unable to believe what he was hearing. After everything that had happened to him, he thought that this might well be the single most humiliating moment that he'd ever lived. Mickey himself was faring no better, as his expression was just as -or maybe even more- shocked than Ryan's: Here was a pretty girl, two years older than him, giving him her blessing to keep spanking her boyfriend if he would only pay the steep price of a steady supply of rock-hard penis for her to suck, seemingly on a daily basis. Haley couldn't help but giggle some more at their funny faces of sincere incredulity.

"Anyway," Haley continued. "Today I found out that Mickey here is the proud owner of a very handsome and more than decent-sized cock. Which is surprising for his age. So you will be supplying my daily fix of tasty cock, Mickey, if you have no objections."

"Uh, n-no! No objections here, ma'am!" said a very excited Mickey, his eyes gleaming with delight.

"B-but I do want to object!" Ryan said. "Haley, you're MY girlfriend! You're not supposed to do this kind of thing with other boys!"

"Oh, sweetie, don't get the wrong idea!" Haley said, scooting herself next to Ryan and taking his hand in hers. She gave him her warmest smile. "You alone own my heart and no one else! I love you madly and I want you to hold my hand in school and walk by my side along the beach and kiss me goodnight and talk about stuff that lovers talk about, and all that stuff. You're my boyfriend and I want everyone to know it!"

"Uh, what beach are we talking about?" Mickey said. "The nearest beach is at least two hours away from town…"

"Figure of speech. Don't interrupt," Haley said, her voice and expression becoming all-business for a second, but then she turned back toward Ryan and her warm smile and sugary voice returned. "As I was saying, honey, you're still the one my heart belongs to. But don’t be silly, let’s not fool ourselves, you can't possibly think that your super-cute little thingie can satisfy a girl's physical needs, can you? I'm, uh… I’m pretty sure that it will someday... or at least I'm really, REALLY hoping it will... but for the time being, a girl has to get her needs seen to, doesn't she? And it's not like I'm losing my virginity, anyway, I'm only talking about blowjobs."

"Yeah, it's just innocent blowjobs, dude!" Mickey said, patting Ryan's shoulder. “Don’t be such a crybaby!”

"I, uh... I..." Ryan mumbled, looking at Mickey's beaming face, then at Haley's warm, loving expression, than back at Mickey again, not knowing what to say.

What COULD he say? Embarrassing as it was, Haley spoke the truth: His tiny penis was far from something a girl might drool for, if it was ever going to become such a thing. But she was also sincere in her love for him, just as he loved her back so very much, and he didn't want to lose her in that capacity - not now when he'd just finally won her over, after so much time longing for her.

As for Mickey, well, it could be worse, couldn't it? Haley sounded desperate enough for man-meat that she might have eventually looked for it from other sources. This way, at least, he could keep her thirst contained to a single source, which actually happened to be his BBF - a friend he cared for and trusted and whom Ryan had started to feel more intimacy with, due to their recently-formed spanking relationship.

More intimacy with? That was new, Ryan thought. He hadn't realized until that moment that he somehow felt more intimate toward Mickey than before. It kind of made sense, though, since Mickey was now stripping Ryan from the waist down every other day for a good backside-warming session. And let's not forget how intimate Ryan had been getting with Mickey's 'Little Mickey' for the past few weeks. For some reason it all made him feel a little more comfortable with the thought of Haley servicing his friend's boyhood, at least when compared to the thought of Haley servicing any other boy.

In short, this was definitely not an agreement that Ryan would enjoy, but he found that it somehow did not feel out of place at all. All of the elements of their unusual triangle clicked: Ryan and Haley loved each other, but Ryan was spanked by both Haley and Mickey, his BFF. And now both of his spankers -which were people he trusted and loved- would be having another kind of relationship that involved physical satisfaction but not romance of any sort. It was humiliating for him, and it was killing him to admit it but it somehow felt RIGHT. Or at least not out of place.

Ryan sighed and looked up at Haley. Both she and Mickey seemed to be waiting for him to say something. "All right," Ryan said. "I... I guess that could work... I mean, I trust you two guys. And I love you both, too. And despite what my stinging butt might think about it, I'm really, really happy to have you guys in my life, and I'm sure you both sp-spank me with my best interests at heart..."

Haley leaned forward, hugged Ryan and then kissed him on the lips. Then she looked at him with a huge smile. "Oh, sweetie, that was such a lovely thing to say! It's, um... it's not really as if you actually had a say in the matter… but it's still nice to hear that you are ok with this!"

"What she said, dude! We love you, too!" Mickey said, wrapping his arm around Ryan's neck, playfully.

"Anyway," Haley said, standing up. "I think it's time that we get our deal started, don’t you? Your house is nearer, Mickey. Do you have a private place where we could...?"

"Sure!" Mickey said, jumping to his feet, clearly excited. "My folks should be perfectly hypnotized by the TV, as usual, so we could even do it in my room. They never care who comes in or out, anyway. They trust me to take care of myself. But there's also a small woodshed in the backyard that no one uses anymore, if you prefer."

"I guess we'll probably get to use both those places and many other spots in the near future. Let's get going then, I can't wait to stick it in my mouth!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Ryan said, standing up too. "Y-you're going to start doing that NOW? I thought we were going to spend the evening together, Haley. Watching a movie or something."

"And we still are, silly!" Haley said, kissing Ryan on the cheek. "It's still early. And I promise not take too long - I'll probably be done in less than thirty or forty minutes. Why don't you go ahead and rent the movie while I'm at it? You can pick whichever you want!"

"L-less than FORTY minutes?" Ryan said.

"Go on, buddy," Mickey said and playfully slapped Ryan's sore butt, which made the boy jump and howl. "I suggest you pick a really romantic one. Maybe it'll earn you extra goodnight kisses! But for now, Haley needs to kiss some other manly parts and have her daily creamy smoothie so she can grow up strong and pretty!"

Haley blushed and giggled at Mickey’s words. Then she took Mickey's hand and led him down the slope in a hurry, in the direction of his house.

"See you later, sweetie! Love you!" Haley called back as she hurried with Mickey in tow.

"Later, dude!" Mickey shouted as well, looking back as he did but not slowing down. He was shorter in height than Haley, and to anyone else it might look as if a young girl was leading her little brother back home.

Ryan saw the two of them turn the corner and vanish from his line of sight. He sighed and tilted his head backwards, holding it with both hands as he gazed at the orange-tinted afternoon sky. The fresh wind swept some strands of his mid-length straight brown hair away from his eyes. He tried to get some small measure of perspective on his life.

Was it all really coming to a balanced point? Was everything finally falling into its proper place, or were there even still more changes waiting to happen? If there were, he couldn't imagine what else could happen to him, either for good or ill. His feelings were still in turmoil due to this latest turn of events and he couldn't decide exactly how he felt at the moment. He was only certain that he felt pretty humiliated, and that his butt still stung from its recent session with the hairbrush.

After a few moments, he decided that the best immediate course of action was to go rent the movie Haley had mentioned. Haley's goodnight kisses were still pretty nice, anyway, and maybe he might actually earn more of those that evening, if he behaved. But even as he walked through the town's quiet streets, he unsuccessfully tried to put out of his mind the image of Haley sucking on Mickey's stiff rod. He grimaced as the image danced in his head, becoming more and more intense until he realized that -as one final, piercing humiliation- he was getting an erection just by thinking about it.

He tried to hide his little hard-on as best he could as he entered the video store (even though there was not that much to hide, anyway). But then, as he entered, the awkward movements he made in the attempt to hide his stiffie caught the attention of Natalie, Deion’s older sister, who was working at the store at that time. Natalie recognized Ryan immediately as her eyes narrowed and a sinister smirk appeared on her face…

To Be Continued...

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