Spankymoon 2

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Spankymoon – Chapter 2

Luggage in hand, the two boys walked into the lobby area and paused to take in the sight. The space was huge and filled with chairs, sofas and coffee tables. Beside most of those chairs and sofas stood some sort of magazine racks that seemed strange to Cody at first, but then he realized that they were not magazine racks at all. Instead of magazines, the racks held an arsenal of spanking implements: Paddles, slippers, hairbrushes, bath brushes, straps of all sizes and lengths... there was even a wooden beach shovel (like the plastic ones kids play in the sand with, but this one was made of wood) for crying out loud! (It was PRECISELY for crying out loud, Cody thought, the joke failing to make him feel like laughing at all).

But the single thing that had both boys staring in awe was the large fountain at the center of the lobby. The fountain's center was a tall sculpture of a young boy doing an evident 'spanking dance'. The stone boy was holding his butt with both hands, while his legs looked frozen in a mid-jump and his face looked toward the heavens with his mouth wide open in an eternal, silent cry of pain. His little stone penis rose diagonally upwards - it did not look erect at all, but more as if it was frozen in mid-bounce during the spanked boy's misery dance. From each of the stone boy's eyes, a stream of water permanently shot upwards and then curved down to fall into the fountain's basin, filling it with his fresh, unending tears.

"Holy shit," Cody said, gaping at the frightening sculpture. He felt goosebumps run up his spine. "T-this is creeping me out, big time."

Jack laughed. "I think it looks funny! He looks exactly like you after our little 'talks', Cody, don't you think?"

Cody grumbled. "Yeah, I guess he does... but that doesn't seem funny to me at all!"

Jack laughed again. "C'mon dude, let's get checked in. I want to go to the beach!"

Cody liked his friend's idea and he felt his heart rising a little. He loved the beach, of course, but he loved it even more with Jack around. They walked toward the front desk, which was at the left end of the lobby. A cheerful caribbean song played in the background.

A dark-haired boy who couldn't be older than 12 years old greeted them at the front desk, flashing a smile. He was wearing the resort's uniform, which consisted of a wine-colored short-sleeve shirt and khaki shorts. A shiny name tag on his shirt read 'Armando'.

"Welcome to Red Moons Palace, Mr. Anderson and Miss Ashworth!" Armando said.

"You know our names?" Jack said.

"Of course! Your shuttle driver called in advance. Here are your keys and your Spankymoon wristbands," he said, sliding forward on the counter a couple of electronic keys and two red wristbands. "Be sure to wear the wristbands during your entire stay in the resort, since they mean that you are on a Spankymoon package, which also means that for you everything in the resort is free."

"Free? Really?" Jack said, as he put his wristband on. "Awesome! That, uh, that must be kind of expensive."

"Everything's already been paid with Miss Ashworth's platinum card. All you have to do now is enjoy!"

"Wait a minute, why do you keep calling me 'Miss' Ashworth?" Cody said. "I'm not a girl!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess you must've skipped that piece of information in our website," Armando said. "It is resort policy that all of our guests -even though they can only be boys as old as 14 years of age- must be considered either male or female inside our premises, depending on the guest's role in his relationship. Later you will find that this helps to enhance your experience at the resort. And you did declare in your online form to be the spankee in your relationship, Miss Ashworth."

"Oh... well, I... I did, but..." Cody started to say, blushing.

"Which is why," Armando continued. "You will be considered a female during your stay with us. Perhaps you also skipped the part about feminine clothing being mandatory for female guests?"

"Feminine clo...? S-so that's why you asked my clothing sizes in the online form?" Cody said, pushing his sunglasses upwards and revealing his brown, incredulous eyes.

"Don't you worry, Miss Ashworth, we have you covered!" Armando said, beaming proudly. "We provided your room with a complete wardrobe just for you! It's all included in the Spankymoon package, so there is no extra charge, of course. You'll find that you now have enough clothes for all kinds of purposes. I should also remind you that we offer laundry service, so the wardrobe will surely be enough for your entire stay. Oh, and it's all new clothes of course, nothing has been previously used - you will actually find the store tags on every single garment."

Cody stared at him, his mouth open, as if he didn't know what to say. He had to dress like a GIRL?

"But that's... that's too embarrassing!" Cody said, finally finding his voice.

"It's also mandatory," Armando said. Cody thought that his smile had grown larger. "I'm sure you'll find that our clothing department has excellent taste, though. You're going to absolutely love the party dresses!"

"DRESSES?" Cody said, horrified.

Jack laughed out loud. "Oh man, that's going to be something to see! Don't worry, Cody, I'm sure you're going to look just DIVINE!"

"Very funny, jackass," Cody said, blushing deeper. He frowned, visibly annoyed. This whole thing was becoming more humiliating by the minute!

"Here is the map of the resort," Armando said, unfolding it over the counter. "You're on the third floor of the Crimson Building, which is this one here. Your room has a partial view of the sea, and-"

"Hold on a second," Cody said. "What do you mean 'partial' view? I specifically asked for the best view in the resort!"

"Well sir, we gave you the best view available at the time of your reservation. But I can assure you that it's a lovely view and there's-"

"No, no, NO!" Cody blurted out. "I said the BEST view! Listen to me, chico: I can pay for the best so I always get the best. The best of everything. So stop with the excuses and call whomever you need and get us... the... best... VIEW!"

"Cody!" Jack said, unpleased with Cody’s tantrum. "Stop it, dude! You're being rude and very annoying. He just said that they gave us the best they had available."

"You know, sir..." Armando said, addressing Jack. "We DO have a complimentary spanking for our arriving guests. Would you like one for Miss Ashworth right now?"

"Oh, definitely. Yes, please," Jack said. "He... I mean, SHE seems to be begging for it, doesn't she?"

"A w-what?" Cody said.

Armando rang a small, circular hotel bell over the counter, with a *DING! DING!* Immediately, a young boy with light-brown skin and full bellboy uniform -complete with bellboy hat- stepped in through a doorway behind the front desk. To Cody he looked so similar to Armando (except for the uniform) that he thought they might be relatives.

"You rang, sir?" said the smiling bellboy.

"Emilio, Mr. Anderson here has requested a complimentary spanking for his lovely companion."

"Of course sir," Emilio said, walking around the front desk and taking Cody's hand delicately, lifting it slightly as if it were a lady's. "Right this way, Miss."

"But... but..." Cody said, as Emilio led him away by the hand, seemingly too shocked to resist.

Emilio took him to one of the sofas near the fountain, sat down and gently pulled Cody toward him. It was then that Cody finally snapped out of his shock and started to pull away. "N-no, wait! What are you doing?"

"Now, now, Miss," Emilio said as he pulled Cody again -this time not gently at all- right across his lap. The latin bellboy proved to be stronger than he looked, as he adjusted Cody into position and easily kept him in place with a firm grip, despite the brown-haired boy's struggling. "It's just a little courtesy from the resort, that's all, nothing to make a fuss about. Just keep still and it'll be over sooner than you think. We're just going to get a little color into this adorable tail of yours, ok?"

"NO! NO! I DON'T WANT A SPANKING!" Cody protested as he felt Emilio's hand slipping under his midsection and start undoing the fly of his cargo shorts. "STOP IT! STOP IIIIIIT!"

"If you wish, sir," Armando said to Jack, regaining his attention. "I can continue explaining the map of the resort to you, while you wait for Miss Ashworth."

"What? Oh, sure. Go on," Jack said, leaning over the counter to see the map. He turned his head for a last peek and watched as Emilio peeled down Cody's shorts and underpants, baring his perky boyish butt. Jack chuckled as Emilio started spanking his friend with vigor, drawing squeals and howls from the punished boy.

Armando proceeded to explain the map to Jack, while the spanking went on a short distance from them. At one point, Emilio picked up a small paddle that was conveniently resting on a rack nearby, and started using it on Cody's reddening posterior. Cody's cries became louder when he started feeling the bang of the wooden tool.

Jack then saw a couple of young boys walking down the hallway at the end of the lobby. They turned their attention to the spanking in progress, but maintained their leisurely pace as if it was the most common thing in the world for a bare-bottom spanking to be happening right in the middle of a hotel lobby. Jack noticed that one of the boys chuckled at the sight of the ongoing spanking, while the other boy blushed, looked worried, and gave his own butt a quick rub with one hand. They resumed their conversation and walked on until they disappeared from sight. Jack realized that they were probably a spanker-and-spankee couple, just like himself and Cody.

The spanking lasted a few minutes and then Cody rejoined Jack, crying softly and rubbing his behind enthusiastically over his shorts. Armando then instructed Emilio to lead them to their room. Emilio smiled, picked up their luggage and asked them to follow him.

The two boys followed Emilio through the hallway while Jack kept chuckling at Cody.

"That complimentary service was really nice of them, right dude?" Jack said and chuckled some more. "We can't say that they didn't give us a WARM welcome!"

"Too warm for my tastes," Cody said and sniffled, wiping away tears with one hand while he kept rubbing his stinging behind with the other. He had already been humiliated, spanked, and now mocked in this place, and they hadn't even unpacked. And the funniest (in a very dark-humor way, Cody thought) part of it all was: He was the one paying for all of this! He winced at the small fire still going strong over his soft buns, continued walking beside his friend, and wondered what else did this peculiar resort have in store for him.

To Be Continued...

(The End)