Spankymoon 3, 4, 5 and 6

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Spankymoon – Chapter 3

On the way to their room, Cody and Jack saw three other boy-boy couples walking by.

A young boy in the first couple they saw was wearing a short skirt and a girl's tank top. The sight made Cody blush and bite his lower lip, knowing that he was expected to dress like a girl too, for the duration of their stay at the hotel. The girlish-dressed boy was rubbing his behind over his skirt, sniffling, and his red eyes and face showed that he had been recently crying. He was being led by the hand by another boy who seemed roughly the same age as he was.

The second couple they saw consisted of an annoyed-looking boy dragging another, younger boy through the hallway by the arm. The boy who was being dragged -also dressed like a girl- was apologizing desperately and promising to be good. Cody saw that tears were already streaming down his face and his hands were holding his butt protectively, as the couple entered of the resort rooms. Cody swallowed and felt goosebumps as he strongly suspected what was about to happen inside that room.

In contrast to the first two couples, the third couple they saw consisted of two smiling boys. They were holding hands as they walked and talking to each other. They looked rather happy to Cody, and the sight of them lifted his spirit. But Cody was surprised to notice that in this couple it was the older boy -perhaps Jack's age- the one who was dressed as a girl, instead of the younger boy. Just before the happy couple turned a corner, Cody witnessed as the younger boy gave the older one a playful smack over his skirt-covered bottom, making him jump and give a little shout. Then they walked out of sight.

Emilio finally stopped before a door with the number 300 on it, declaring that it was Jack and Cody's room. Jack opened the door with the electronic key and the three of them stepped inside.

The room was much larger than Jack had expected. It was almost like a small apartment, equipped with a kitchen, dining table, a spacious living room and a bedroom that was another room in itself and was connected with the rest of the suite by a single door. There was also a large balcony partly overlooking the sea and partly the pool area.

"Oh wow, this is huge!" Jack said, excited.

"Hmm, it's looks ok," Cody said, looking around with his chin lifted and his hands clasped behind his back, sounding rather unimpressed. "I thought it'd be bigger but I guess it's good enough."

As they approached the dining room table, they saw that on the table there was a metal bucket filled with ice, and half-submerged in the ice were six bottled chocolate milks. Emilio opened two of the plastic bottles and poured the chocolate milk on two glasses that stood next to the bucket. Then he handed the drinks to the boys with a big smile.

Jack wasted no time and emptied his glass in a few big gulps. "Aaahh... delicious!" he said, licking his lips afterwards.

"Yes, it’s a nice touch," Cody agreed, sipping from his own glass as if it were hard liquor.

They entered the bedroom. Over the king-sized bed lay a small basket filled with rose petals. On top of the petals rested the meanest-looking hairbrush that Cody had ever laid eyes on. He felt the hairs of his neck stand on end and his little testicles contract with fear.

"Whoa! Now that's a big, bad hairbrush," Jack said. "Oh man, it's... It might sound weird to say it, but I have to admit that it’s kind of romantic. Don't you think, Cody?"

Romantic? A huge, wooden hairbrush over rose petals? Cody thought that it was absolutely terrifying! On the other hand, getting Jack to feel a little romance had been the very reason behind this whole trip, and Cody did not want to get Jack off from that train if he was already boarding it, so he swallowed and forced himself to smile. "Um, y-yeah, romantic, isn’t it? I'm feeling nice and warm myself, already..."

"I guess this brush is precisely meant to warm you up when you misbehave," Jack said. "It was nice from the resort to provide us with one effective tool for dealing with brats like yourself."

"Oh no, sir, you're mistaken," Emilio said.

"What?" Cody said, turning toward the bellboy. "Is the brush NOT meant for dealing with brats like mys-? I mean… what do you mean he's mistaken?"

"What I mean is," Emilio said, opening one of the large drawers of a nearby dresser. "The resort did not provide you with ONE effective tool. It provided you with several."

Leaning over the open drawer, Jack and Cody saw that it was full of implements for delivering spankings, arranged in a tidy manner. There were paddles of many sizes and shapes, rulers, straps, belts... and even a pair of leather beach sandals that looked particularly scary to Cody.

"Fuck me…" Cody found himself whispering in awe, as he stared wide-eyed at the impressive array of weapons of ass-devastation.

"This is just beautiful!" Jack said. "I can't wait to try them all! Believe me, Emilio: Cody here will definitely give me more than enough reasons to use every one of these things during this trip. He can be a real brat, you know?"

"Speaking of which," Emilio said, addressing Jack. "Would you like your own complimentary spanking now, sir?"

"My own comp... You mean you would spank me? Like you spanked Cody in the lobby?" Jack said.

Emilo laughed. "Of course not, sir! It is you who would spank me. In fact, as a male guest in the resort, you are authorized to spank any and all resort employees at any time and for whatever reason, even if you just feel like spanking someone. You are on your spankymoon, after all, and we will do our best to keep your hand quite busy during your stay here.

"Really? I can spank the employees? This is great!" Jack said.

"Inversely, female guests in the resort -like Miss Ashworth here- can be given a punishment spanking by any employee if they are caught misbehaving."

"A p-punishment spanking?" Cody said. "Aren't all spankings a punishment?"

"Well, we deliver two kinds of spankings in here, Miss. One is the maintenance spanking, which is a light spanking meant as a reminder for all female guests that they should behave. Whenever your bottom has lost its redness, an employee will eagerly provide you with a maintenance spanking to warm it up. The complimentary spanking I gave you in the lobby was of the maintenance spanking kind."

"That was a LIGHT spanking?" Cody said, rubbing his still-stinging bottom. "And how are the employees supposed to know when my bottom has... lost its 'redness'?"

"The employees will be constantly checking your bottom, of course," the bellboy said, grinning. "Now, the second kind of spanking is the punishment spanking. When female guests misbehave in the resort, they receive a punishment spanking, which is much longer and painful than a maintenance spanking. Even if they get punished for the misdeed by the male member of their couple, they are still required to get another spanking from the resort. So I advise you to be on your best behavior, Miss."

Cody swallowed and Jack chuckled at his friend's face of concern.

"So, about my complimentary spanking...?" Jack said.

"Of course, sir," Emilio said. "Where you would you like to do it?"

"How about in the living room?" Jack said. Then he started reaching for the hairbrush.

"Um... s-sir?" Emilio said, suddenly looking a little concerned himself. "You are, of course, free to choose the implement with which to spank the employees... but giving that I have given you a good service so far, perhaps you would like to use only your h-hand for my first spanking from you...?"

Jack laughed at the mortified boy. "Sure, Emilio. We'll leave the hairbrush for the next spanking, then. I guess you don't enjoy getting spanked, even if you're supposed to offer it to your guests, do you?"

"Oh no, sir! No one enjoys getting spanked. At least no one I know of, anyway. I'm already a little used to getting spanked quite often, but that doesn't mean it stings any less!"

Jack laughed at his answer as the three boys made their way toward the living room, walking down three steps from the dining area to reach it. The glass panels that separated the living room from the balcony let the outside view into the room, filling it with soft natural light.

Jack took a seat on one of the sofas and, looking at Emilio, patted his thigh three times. Emilio dutifully unfastened his bellboy pants and let them drop to his ankles, then he lowered his underpants too and climbed across Jack's lap.

Jack raised the bellboy's shirt a little, uncovering his lower back, and then caressed the light-brown, shapely, naked bottom before him. Cody saw a smile of approval cross Jack's face as the 14-year-old boy stroked Emilio's attractive rear end, and he couldn't help feeling a little jealous. Cody was then glad to see that, at the very least, there was genuine worry showing in Emilio's face, as he braced for the spanking. He hoped the bellboy would get it just as bad as he had given it to him in the lobby.

The spanking started and Jack pulled no punches, smacking as hard as he could. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OWW! Oh, you have quite a- OWW! -strong hand, and- OWW! -excellent technique, sir! OWW!" Emilio said, between sincere exclamations of pain.

Despite the bellboy's laments, Cody was impressed to see how well the bellboy could take a spanking. He did not struggle or squirm over Jack's lap, and it even seemed to Cody as if he was actually slightly raising his butt, in order to better offer the target to Jack's merciless hand. It was only until the final moments of the spanking when Emilio finally started squirming a bit and even shedding a few tears.

After Jack let him up, Emilio did a brief spanking dance and then pulled his pants back up. "My c-compliments on your spanking skills, sir!" Emilio said, as he rubbed his rear end. "I'm sure Miss Ashworth appreciates them very much."

"Oh, I absolutely LOVE the way he skillfully roasts my bottom," Cody said, sarcastically.

"As you can see, Emilio, Cody's still a little ungrateful about the time and effort I put on that cute tail of his," Jack said. "I guess it just means that I have to work harder on it until he starts appreciating it. Anyway, thank you for your service, I hope to see you again soon."

"Yes, sir. In fact, I'll be your assigned bellboy during your entire stay. There's a button with a bellboy hat on the telephone where you can reach me. Will that be all for now? Maybe you'd like a... um... a quick relieving session? Spanking can be such an arousing activity, which is why all employees are happy to be of service in such a need. Would you like me to orally relieve you?"

"You mean... Are you talking about a blowjob?" Jack said, puzzled.

"Yes sir, I am," Emilio said, smiling widely and staring at the obvious erection that was showing through Jack’s pants. The bellboy's expression had become something that Cody recognized as decidedly lustful. "As a matter of fact, I happen to be known as one of the best in the resort at performing fel-"

"Oh no, you don't!" Cody said, interrupting him. "Listen here, bellboy: First you give me a complimentary ass-whacking – fine! I mean, NOT fine to me, but you know what I mean. Then you tell me you can check my butt at any time and decide to warm it up at your discretion – fine! I mean, absolutely NOT fine to me, but I guess it's a resort policy and whatever. Then you come in here and wiggle your sexy little latin butt to Jack and seduce him into giving you a spanking – fine! But now you want to drink from his gorgeous manhood and not even leave a drop for me? FORGET IT, SISTER!"

Jack and Emilio stared at Cody, looking rather speechless. Cody's sudden outburst had taken them by surprise. Even Cody himself realized that he had probably said more than he had meant to say, and his face softened and blushed.

"Um... what I meant was that, uh..." Cody started to say, suddenly embarrassed.

"Oh, don't you worry, Miss!" Emilio said with good humor, as if he was trying to defuse the tension. "I know exactly what you mean. You've had your chocolate milk but now you need a different kind of milk, and that's a healthy thing for growing young ladies like yourself. I'll leave you now to your drinking, don't hesitate to ring if you need anything else from me. See you later!"

Grinning at them one last time, Emilio walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

"You were a little rude to him just then, you know?" Jack said to Cody.

"I know, but... he's just such a little slut!" Cody said. "I guess he was just being serviceable and all, but… oh man, I really am dying for a taste. I haven't had any since last night!"

"What about in the airport's restroom this morning?" Jack said, arching an eyebrow and smiling conspirationally. "You practically dragged me in there to have your meaty snack. Did you already forget? You went down on me very enthusiastically."

"Oh, that was just a quickie," Cody said, waving it off. "You know, just an airport snack. Everyone knows that airport snacks never leave anyone satisfied for very long. Now stop wasting time: Take that beauty out of your pants and sit back down. I can't wait any longer!"

"All right, all right. It's time for your man-milk, I get it," Jack said, unzipping and then pulling down his pants and underwear in a single motion. Then he sat back on the sofa. "Just try not to take too long. I want to go to the beach soon."

"I don't make any promises," Cody said, kneeling on the rug in front of Jack, a huge smile on his face. He licked his lips at the sight of Jack's magnificent cock. Crowned by dark-blonde pubic hair, the handsome rod was larger in size than one would expect from a 14-year-old boy.

Cody eagerly dived toward the hard member and immediately started working his lips and tongue all over it, making Jack moan softly with warm, electrifying pleasure. After a brief, intense first tasting, Cody slowed down and began taking his time in savoring each part of the manly package, licking Jack's balls, pubes, and the overall area around his genitals. Eventually he came back to the penis itself, showering it with moist kisses, kissing his way upward and then down again. Then he started sucking on it once more, this time with a deliberately slow rhythm, as he relished his fleshy meal. Cody kept at it for a good while, alternating techniques, pace and patterns, always careful not to make Jack ejaculate before he chose to make it happen.

"D-dude, this is... ooohh!..." Jack said, between moans. "T-this is awesome, like always, but... mmmmph! ...but I really want to hit the beach before... oohh! oooohh! ...before sundown!"

"Hive vore vinugh!" Cody said, mumbling through his meaty mouthful.”

"You also said 'five more minutes'... mmmngh! ...five minutes ago, dude. C'mon, fini- ooohh! ...f-finish up already..."

"Ogey, ogey, geesh!" Cody said and complied, picking up speed.

"OoooOOH! ...T-that's what I'm... OOOOHH! ...t-talking about! …OOOOHHYEEEAAAH!"

Jack finally shot his load and Cody drank every single drop with glee. Then Cody licked his friend's package clean, as Jack ruffled his hair and told him what a good boy he was. Cody smiled at him, smacked his lips and felt satisfied... for the moment.

Then Jack hurried to change into his swimsuit and asked Cody to do the same. "Oh, and don't forget," Jack said. "You gotta use only the clothes they gave you. Check the closets."

Cody searched for a swimsuit while Jack changed into his. Then Cody shrieked, startling Jack, who tripped and almost stumbled down.

"What? What is it?" asked Jack, turning around in alarm. "What's wrong?"

"I... I have to go out in... in THIS?" Cody said, horrified, as he held up a one-piece girl swimsuit. One VERY girlish swimsuit with a pattern of big, colorful caribbean flowers.

This time Jack did let himself fall on the carpeted bedroom floor, doubled over with laughter.

To Be Continued...

Spankymoon - Part 4

When they arrived at the beach, Jack placed his towel on a beach chair, took off his sandals and then sprinted toward the ocean's water, diving head-first into it. The happy 14-year-old boy then resurfaced and brushed back his now-wet blonde hair.

"C'mon, slowpoke!" He called after Cody. "What are you waiting for? The water's fine!"

Standing beside the beach chair, Cody placed his own towel on it and looked around, feeling absolutely embarrassed in his girlish full-body swimsuit. The blushing, chestnut-haired boy saw a few other kids on the beach -some of which were also wearing feminine swimsuits- but none of them seemed to be paying any attention to him. Sill feeling body-conscious, he took his sandals off and made his way toward the water, walking with slow, awkward steps.

Cody finally got into the water and -his humiliating swimsuit now partially hidden by the ocean- immediately started feeling more comfortable. Not long after, both kids were playing and splashing each other and having a great time together.

"Hey, quit it!" Cody said as he Jack splashed water on his face. But despite his complaint, the 12-year-old was laughing and enjoying himself. He returned the gesture, splashing Jack’s face.

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A little while later, Jack felt thirsty and walked out of the water in search for something to drink, telling Cody that he would be right back.

Cody floated on his back along the water, relaxing and enjoying the warm afternoon sun. His eyes were open and he watched the clouds above as they drifted lazily through the sky. He thought that one of the clouds resembled an open hand - how curious! Then he thought that yet another cloud looked suspiciously like a slipper - how... peculiar? Then the next cloud seemed to him very much like a wooden hairbrush - how... absolutely terrifying! And then the next one seemed to him like the face of a cute young boy who was smiling at him... and then he realized that it wasn't a cloud.

"Whoa!" said Cody, standing upright in a hurry. He saw then that it hadn't been his imagination: There actually was a cute young boy right next to him. The smiling, golden-haired boy seemed to be about Cody's age, his bright hazel eyes staring friendly at Cody. Then Cody realized that the boy was wearing a tight sky-blue top across his chest that almost looked like... no, it didn't just look like one - the boy was wearing a freaking bikini!

"Hi!" said the boy. "I'm Dylan! What's your name?"

"I'm, uh, I'm Cody," Cody said, feeling a little shy for some reason, which he thought might have something to do with the fact that he was wearing a girly swimsuit and was standing right next to a boy who was also wearing a girly swimsuit. He hugged himself and blushed.

"Are you here on vacation, too?" Dylan said, cocking his head. His big smile and the easiness of his voice suggested to Cody that this boy was actually very comfortable with himself, despite his girlish clothing. "Sorry, what a stupid question, of course you are! I've been here for almost a week now, with my friend Alex. You've gotta be here with someone, too, right? With a friend, I mean?"

"Um, yeah. He's... he went to get something to drink."

"You want to play catch?"

"Sure... ok, I guess."

"Ok, I'll go get my ball," Dylan said, but did not turn to leave. Instead he just stayed where he was, smiling at Cody and standing very close to him.

"Uh... are you going to get your ball, then?" Cody said, puzzled.

"You're real cute, you know?"

"W-what?" Cody said. Then he felt his balls being tickled over his swimsuit by playful fingers. "Hey!" he said, recoiling instinctively.

Dylan giggled and hurried away toward the beach, splashing as he went. Cody watched him with open-mouthed confusion, his hands now protectively holding his family jewels. Who was this boy who had called him 'cute' and had tickled his nuts as if it was the most normal thing in the world? And most importantly, why had Cody liked it? A funny feeling sparked in his gut for an instant: He suddenly wanted to return the prank and tickle that boy's nuts. He smiled at the idea but then another thought reached him: What if Jack saw? Would he be jealous if he saw Cody tickling or touching another boy?

If he did, he wouldn't be exactly right to; Dylan was cute-looking, but his elfish looks and seemingly childish personality were too different from Jack’s, and so Cody could never lust for this new boy the way he lusted -hungered- for Jack. Indeed, Dylan was actually more similar to Cody than he was to Jack, particularly considering that they were both wearing feminine clothing at the moment. Even so, Dylan had still attracted Cody in a more lighthearted, playful manner; and Cody had a sudden wish to explore this new sensation further.

His thoughts were interrupted as Dylan splashed back into the water, holding a tennis ball in his hand. He positioned himself at a moderate distance from Cody and then tossed the ball to him. "Catch!" Dylan said.

Cody jumped, stretched his arm and caught the ball. And just like that, his mind cleared as another feeling overcame him completely: He was starting to have fun. He threw the ball back to Dylan, who laughed as he jumped and missed the catch by mere inches.

The two boys continued their game for a while, enjoying themselves. They did not realize that the game had taken them a little deeper into the sea, and the surface of the water had reached their necks. Then Cody heard someone shout Dylan's name.

"Uh-oh," said Dylan, turning toward the beach. "It's Alex."

Cody turned his head toward the same direction and saw... the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes upon. It was a dark-haired boy, his tan skin glistening in the sun, who looked to be about Jack's age. He was wearing nothing but swimming trunks, and Cody swallowed as he took in the sight of the boy's beautiful body. The boy's muscles were toned and defined, but without actually looking too big, which made him look like a 14-year-old boy who was developing very nicely and who had maybe started working out not so long ago. The outline of the boy's abdominal muscles was visible and Cody found himself holding his breath before such a magnificent sight. Furthermore, where Jack had a cute face that made you think of the lead singer in a boy band, this new boy's face had a more masculine sort of handsomeness without making him look older than his age. His curly black hair somehow fit perfectly with the rest of him and Cody was sure that this had to be -no doubt about it- the sexiest boy he had ever seen. Sorry, Jack: You might possibly be cuter, but this boy was definitely SEXIER.

Cody commanded his jaw to come back up from the floor and watched as Dylan approached the gorgeous boy, who had stopped walking when the water had reached his knees. Cody was too far from them to overhear their conversation, but the older boy -whom Dylan had called Alex- seemed to be scolding Dylan, while the golden-haired, younger boy squirmed his legs and held his hands behind his back as he listened to Alex, as if he were nervous. Then Alex grabbed Dylan's arm, turned him sideways and started smacking his wet bottom over his bikini's light-blue panties.

*SMACK!*

"OWW! I'm sorry!" cried Dylan as he squirmed, but Alex held him in position.

*SMACK!*

"OWW! I won't do it again!"

*SMACK!*

"OWW! I promiiiiise!"

*SMACK!*

"OWW! Alex, pleeeaaase!"

*SMACK!*

Cody counted somewhere around fifteen smacks before Alex let Dylan go. Then Alex gave the spanked boy some sort of warning as he shook his index finger at him, before turning around and walking back toward the beach. Dylan rubbed his bottom for a couple of seconds and then started moving in Cody's direction. He stopped when the water had reached his bellybutton and called Cody over.

Cody approached him and was surprised to find that Dylan was actually smiling, even though he was still rubbing his bottom underwater. "What was that?" Cody asked.

"Oh, nothing," Dylan said. "Alex had told me not to go in too deep, and we had gone in pretty deep while playing, so he had to spank me a little, that's all."

"That's Alex? That's your... the friend you came here with?"

"Yes, that's him. Isn't he handsome?" Dylan said and giggled.

"Um, he's something all right…" Cody said. "And he spanked you here in the open, just like that?"

"Oh, that wasn't a real spanking, that was only a few smacks. And sure, it's a pretty common thing around here. You'll see lots of smacking going on. You'll be feeling lots of smacking too, as a matter of fact," Dylan said and giggled again.

"Yeah, I've already started with that..." Cody said and winced.

"Speaking of which," Dylan said. "I think it's time for a warm-up. Wanna come?"

"Huh? What do you mean a 'warm-up'?"

"Didn't they tell you that us 'girls' are supposed to be wearing red butts at all times in the resort?"

"Well, yeah, but... so you mean... you mean you're actually going to go and ASK for a spanking? You're kidding, right?"

"Oh no, I'm very serious! It's like a dress code here, you know? I like to think of it as lipstick for the butt," Dylan said and then laughed at his own joke. "Anyway, so the employees can check your butt and spank you if it isn’t red anymore, right? So that means that you won't have a say in who gets to spank you when that happens. BUT, if you go and ask an employee to warm you up, then you're choosing which employee gets to spank you - the one you asked, of course. And believe me, there are some employees you do NOT want spanking you. I'll tell you later which ones. So we have to be smart and choose the least harsh ones."

"I… I guess I see your point... so you pick ones that you know to give mild spankings."

Dylan laughed again. "There's no such thing as a 'mild' spanking around here. There's just regular spankings and very-long-and-painful spankings. Regular spankings will still make you kick and cry and everything, but they're still better than the alternative. So we have to frequently ask some guy who gives regular spankings to warm us up, BEFORE our butts lose their color, or else we'd be risking getting it from the harsher guys. You got it?"

"G-got it..." Cody said, feeling quite distressed with his new friend's logic. But he did make sense. "But didn't Alex redden your butt just now?"

"Don't be silly, that was just a few smacks, nothing that could give me any real color. And the water's cooling it off right now, anyway."

"So now... now you're going to go find one of those 'regular-spanking' guys?"

"Yeah, wanna come with?" Dylan said, smiling widely. "That way I can start telling you which ones to look for."

"O-ok... I guess that's something I really should know."

"Great! C'mon, let's go!"

Cody followed Dylan out of the water as he wondered how could it be possible that this boy was on his merry way to ask someone to spank him, and still manage to look so happy and unfazed. Would he himself become so used to being spanked after a week in the resort? He didn't think so - spankings, regular or any other kind, absolutely terrified him! But harsh spankings terrified him more than regular spankings, and so he supposed he would have to adapt and do as Dylan did, at several times during the day.

He found himself shivering as they got out of the water and walked over the soft, cool sand, even though the weather was quite warm and he wasn't feeling cold at all. He shivered some more as he remembered the sensation of his butt being turned on fire across someone's lap... and now he was on his way to willfully ask for that very thing!

To Be Continued...

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Spankymoon - Chapter 5

Cody followed Dylan through some passageways that crisscrossed the resort's gardens. They were just about to turn a corner around some tall, colorful plants, when Dylan froze in his tracks. Cody almost stumbled against him.

"Quick, get behind those plants!" Dylan whispered, looking as if something had spooked him.

Cody hurried to follow his new friend's instruction and Dylan quickly hid beside him. Then Dylan placed a finger on his lips, silently asking Cody to remain silent.

Cody was wondering what all the fuss was about when he heard voices approaching. Soon the voices passed them by, right on the other side of the plants they were hiding behind, and then started moving away in another direction. Dylan leaned his head around the plant and motioned Cody to do the same. Cody could then see that the voices had belonged to a pair of resort employees walking side by side, their hair cut very close to their heads, chatting with each other. They looked older than Emilio or Armando, so Cody thought that they were probably fourteen years old (considering the no-one-above-fourteen-is-allowed-on-the-premises rule). Even though they mostly looked like a pair of normal 14-year-olds, Cody took note that their arms looked alarmingly powerful.

"Now those two," Dylan whispered to Cody. "You do NOT want to get a spanking from. They are exactly what I have been talking about: Two of the harshest spankers in this place. The Long & Hard Brothers."

"Long & Hard Brothers?" Cody said, mystified. "Why do they call them that?"

"Well, the first reason you can see for yourself, right on the back of their heads."

Cody leaned over again to watch the brown-skinned boys as they walked away from them, oblivious of their presence. He then realized that each of the boys had a word written on -shaved on, actually- what little hair remained on their heads. One of the boys had the word 'LONG' shaved across the back of his head, while the other one had the word 'HARD' shaved across the back of his own head.

"Holy shit," Cody said. "That's some scary stuff."

"And the second reason they're called like that?" Dylan said, brushing some of his golden locks away from his eyes. "Well, they live up to those two words when they're delivering spankings."

Cody swallowed. He wouldn't want to feel the grip of one of those strong arms around his waist, while the other arm rose up high and...

"No one knows if they're actual brothers, though," Dylan continued. "I guess that kids just added that part for fun. Anyway, you should avoid those two whenever you can. And the best way of doing that is making sure that your butt is red when and if they sneak up on you for a color-check."

"S-so let's make sure of that now," Cody said, finding it difficult to believe that those words were coming out of his own mouth. "Before they come back this way."

"Now you're learning," Dylan said with a smile. "All right, let's go!" *CLACK!* he said as he connected a playful-but-sharp smack across Cody's bottom, and then walked out of their hidden spot.

Cody jumped and rubbed his bum, having been taken by surprise by the smack, but he bit the inside of his lips since he didn't dare complain out loud -not even with a single 'OW!'- in case the frightful 'brothers' heard him and decided to come back for a bottom inspection. He just kept on rubbing as he followed Dylan's lead.

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Just a little further from their hiding place, Cody and Dylan walked out of the gardens area and found a small kiosk with a sign on top that read 'Towel Kiosk'. Inside the kiosk was a young resort employee folding and organizing towels. He smiled when he saw the two boys approaching.

"Miss Prescott, hello!" the boy in the kiosk said to Dylan. By he looks and young voice, Cody though that he was probably about his and Dylan’s age. "Good to see you!"

"Hi, Camilo," Dylan said, resting his arms over the kiosk's counter. The position made him stick his bottom outwards, and Cody couldn't help but admire it - it was a very cute and perky bubble-bottom. "I remembered you said that you'd be on towel duty today. I'm glad we found you."

"I'm sure you are," Camilo said, and chuckled as if he had said something funny. Then he turned to Cody. "And who might you be, Miss? I believe you must be a new guest, right? I haven't seen you around before."

"Um, my name is Cody Ashworth..." Cody said, blushing yet again after being called 'Miss'. He wondered how long it would take to get used to that.

"Well, glad to meet you, Miss Ashworth," Camilo said. "So. I don't suppose you girls came looking for some towels, did you?"

"Of course not, Camilo," Dylan said. "You know we're here for a warm-up. Stop torturing us already."

"But it's so much fun to torture you!" Camilo said and laughed. "Particularly little drybabies like yourself, Miss Prescott!" then he laughed some more at his own joke.

"It's 'crybabies', not 'drybabies', you idiot," Dylan said and laughed along with the brown-skinned boy. "Can you believe this guy, Cody? I've been trying to teach him some key words for his job but he's too lazy to pay any attention."

Camilo then laughed louder than ever at Dylan's taunting. "Oh, I'm sorry Miss Ashworth. Please don't get the wrong idea, Miss Prescott and I are just kidding with each other. It's just that we've become such good friends during his stay here. So don't think we're 'torturing' each other seriously."

"Uh, ok..." Cody said, and felt a little like an outsider at the moment, but he also felt a little glad to be in the company of those two happy boys. He found their merriness a little contagious and he couldn't help but smile.

"Anyway, let's get to it then," Dylan said.

"Ah-ah-ah," Camilo said. "Aren't you forgetting something, Miss Prescott? Or maybe you're too shy to say it in front of your friend?"

"Oh, for crying out loud," Dylan said, rolling his eyes. "You're really going to make me say it?"

"You know I am," Camilo said, chuckling. "Or do you want me to give the Brothers a whistle? They're not far from here right now, you know? Maybe they can help with your warm-up?"

Dylan sighed and rolled his eyes again. "Ok, ok, geez... *ahem* Oh super-handsome Camilo, would you plea-"

"And smart," Camilo said.

"What?"

"You forgot 'super-smart'."

Dylan groaned and then continued. "Oh super-handsome and super-smart Camilo, would you please check the color of our girly bottoms and, if they're not red enough, would you please take us across your knees for a sound, super-painful spanking until our girly bottoms are glowing bright red like a traffic light?"

In response, Camilo burst out with laughter.

"'S-super-painful spanking'?" Cody said, alarmed.

"Don't worry, it's just a little-kid joke he invented," Dylan said. "He makes me say all of that whenever I ask him for a warm-up. He thinks it's real funny. He says he's eleven, like me, but his mind is definitely closer to a five-year-old's."

"Oh. You're eleven?" Cody said.

"Yeah. Almost twelve, to be fair," Dylan said, then turned to Camilo. "C'mon you little clown, stop laughing and let's get going already."

*

Camilo led the two boys to a small square room, closing and locking the door as they entered. The room had some caribbean decoration, including a few plants and the same tropical background music from the lobby, and from every wall hung pictures of bright red bottoms of boys, taken from different angles. In the middle of the room stood an armless chair, beside which stood one of the magazine racks that Cody had seen in the lobby, holding spanking implements instead of magazines.

"This... this is the resort's spanking room?" Cody said.

"This is one of many," Dylan said. "There are lots of these small rooms in the resort, used by employees to spank guests. There are special cases where an employee might decide to spank a guest on the spot, by which I mean in public, most of the time to make an example for the rest of the guests. But most spankings happen in private in this kind of spanking rooms or in the guest’s own room."

"All right, then," Camilo said, smiling at them as he took a seat on the armless chair and patted his thigh. "You wanna be first, Miss Prescott?"

"Sure, Camilo, just a sec," Dylan said. Then he turned to Cody and smiled at him. "Do you want to help me get prepared?"

"P-prepared?" Cody said. "What do you...?"

"My bikini bottom," Dylan said. "Would you help me take it off? Please?"

Cody blushed, taken by surprise. "Uh... o-ok, sure," he said, and kneeled before Dylan.

The brown-haired, 12-year-old boy swallowed as he stared at the cute light-blue garment and the small bulge inside it, only a few inches from his face. He saw that there were strings tied into a little bow at each side of the bikini bottom. He took an end of each string with the index finger and thumb of each of his hands. Then he softly pulled on both strings at the same time, undoing the two bows, and the garment dropped to the floor.

Dylan's privates were now in full view, displayed at a very short distance from Cody's face. Cody noticed that the small size of the boy's package was actually very similar to his own - his soft penis little more than a small, shriveled caterpillar. Unlike Cody, though, Dylan did not have pubic hair, and only some golden peach fuzz could be glimpsed against the light, in the area above his penis. Cody thought that the small package was actually very cute-looking, and he had a sudden urge to reach forward and find out what it tasted like, but he managed to restrain himself and stood up instead.

"Thank you," Dylan told him in a very flirty whisper. Then he winked at Cody and turned to meet his awaiting spanker.

Dylan sighed, walked toward Camilo, and then meekly assumed the position across the brown-skinned boy's knees. Camilo adjusted him so Dylan's bottom was raised high over his lap, and now Cody had a good view of his friend's perky white bottom, deciding that it looked absolutely adorable.

Camilo groped Dylan's buns for a few moments, then took a deep breath and began the spanking. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OOWW! GEEZ!" cried Dylan, his golden mane shaking as he squirmed.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OOWW! OOWW!"

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OOWW! OWIEEEE!"

Camilo maintained a steady pace for little more than a minute and then he suddenly paused. He started rubbing Dylan's already-pink bottom as the blond boy whimpered and sniffled. Then Cody felt a shiver run around his scrotum as he watched Camilo reach for the weapon rack.

Camilo selected a small wooden paddle -roughly the size of a ping-pong paddle- and resumed the walloping of Dylan's bouncy young buns. *WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

"OOWIEEEEE! WWAAAAAAA!" hollered Dylan, much louder now that it was a paddle, instead of a hand, landing on his rear end.

*WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

"WWAAAAAA! WWAAAAAAAAA!"

Cody realized that this was no play-spanking at all - it was very much the real deal! Dylan kicked and howled just as much as Cody did when getting a sound punishment across Jack's lap. He shuddered as he watched Dylan's tears stream down his face, knowing that he was next. He wondered just how terrible a spanking from the 'harsh' spankers -like the Long & Hard Brothers- would then be, if Camilo was supposed to be one of the lighter spankers in the resort.

Camilo stopped the spanking and let Dylan stand up. The spanked boy jumped up and down as he rubbed his stinging bottom, weeping and whimpering miserably. Cody thought that, at the very least. the spanking had not taken very long. He guessed that it must have lasted somewhere short of five minutes. A pretty intense but not-too-long spanking - he thought that it was probably as good as it got in that peculiar resort.

"Your turn now, Miss Ashworth," Camilo said. "Please take off your swimsuit and saddle up."

"M-my swimsuit?" Cody said. "But it's... it's a full-body swimsuit. I would be entirely naked!"

"Well, if you're so shy then you should pick a bikini next time, like Miss Prescott did," Camilo said. "But spankings in the resort are always given on the bare. On the other hand, Miss Prescott's bikini top does not cover all that much, does it? I guess it's not that much of a difference, I mean. C’mon then, hurry up, I have some errands to run after this."

Cody gradually slipped his girly swimsuit off his shoulders, feeling very embarrassed to be undressing just like a girl would. Then he started peeling the swimsuit down his body, noticing that Dylan had stopped jumping and was now paying attention to Cody's stripping, even though he continued weeping softly and sniffling. Cody blushed but knew that he had to comply, so he finished pulling the swimsuit completely down and then stepped out of it. He placed the wet swimsuit over a small table in the corner and then stepped forward, standing in front of Camilo. He did not know if he was not supposed to cover his privates but he did not do it anyway, deciding to hold his hands behind his back; he wondered if he was doing that because he feared further admonishment or because he wanted to return Dylan's gesture and show the blond boy what he was packing down there. He saw Dylan stare very interestedly at his naked genitals and Cody wondered if he found them just as cute as Cody had found his.

Camilo then patted his lap and Cody assumed the position obediently. He felt his spanker's arm getting a good grip around his waist and position him as he had done with Dylan. Then he felt Camilo's hand grope his buns for a little while, finding it rather humiliating, but he endured it. Then the spanking began. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

Cody cried and kicked and squirmed just as much as Dylan had done, as his bottom got swiftly and efficiently roasted by Camilo's experienced hand. Then he got it with the small paddle as well, which drew louder cries from him. In less than five minutes it was all done, and then he did his own spanking dance while Camilo chuckled at him.

"You're as much a crybaby as Miss Prescott is, Miss Ashworth," Camilo said, placing the paddle back in the rack. "All this fuss over a little spanking. But I know how to get some color on your girly bottoms in no time at all, don't I?"

Cody had to agree. He turned to look at his own bottom and found it a very bright shade of red. It would definitely stay red for quite a while, and that meant that it would be safe from further spankings by other employees. He to admit that Camilo was pretty effective.

Both spanked boys put their swimsuits back on and exited the room. They said good-bye to Camilo, who went back to his towel-sorting, and then made their way back to the beach. Both boys rubbed their bottoms as they walked.

"I guess I should thank you," Cody told Dylan, walking beside him. "This was probably a good tip, even though it feels weird to thank someone for taking me along for a spanking."

Dylan giggled. "Yeah, now our bums are safe for a while. And Camilo's pretty quick, right? That’s something, at least. Anyway, listen, do you want to play some volleyball? I think we're just in time to catch the start of a match, down at the beach."

"Really? Sure, yeah!" Cody said, his face lighting up. "That sounds like fun. Let's go!"

The two boys hurried toward the beach, their hands still working to comfort their stinging behinds. Cody felt glad to have met his new friend, and he wondered just how tighter their friendship might become. Some possibilities about the subject crossed his mind, making him feel a funny stirring in the small bulge inside his swimsuit.

To Be Continued...

Spankymoon – Part 6

Cody and Dylan arrived at the beach, just as some resort employees were setting up the volleyball match.

"We're just in time," Dylan said.

"Hey, look, there's Jack," Cody said, noticing the 14-year-old arriving from another side of the resort, holding two plastic cups with drinks. "Jack, over here!"

Jack saw the 12-year-old waving at him and approached. "Hey, dude. Here, I got you a drink."

Cody accepted the drink and sipped through the straw. It tasted fruity and delicious. "Thanks. So you're only just coming back from getting the drinks, then? How come it took so long?" Cody said.

"Well, it's a funny story," Jack said. "You see, I asked a waiter for the drinks, and he brought me different drinks than the ones I had ordered. So I had to spank him on the spot for his mistake, of course. They said I could spank resort employees whenever I saw fit, right? So after a good spanking, I then realized that maybe the waiter had placed the order correctly and it may have been the bartender who served the wrong drinks. So I had to spank the bartender too, just to make sure. None of the two boys protested about getting a spanking, though. It was as if they expected to get spanked for the mistake, no matter which one of them was the one who really messed up the order."

"Man, they weren't kidding when they said they'd keep your spanking hand busy, were they?" Cody said.

"Looks like they weren't. And it looks like you were busy, too. The rear end of you, I mean," Jack said, leaning over a little to take a better look at Cody's backside. A bright redness colored the flesh that showed below Cody's swimsuit, including the top of his thighs.

"Oh, right!" Cody said, turning sideways to look at his punished behind. "I'll tell you about that later. Right now we have to go play some volleyball. Wanna play?"

"Sure!" Jack said, finishing his drink and dropping the empty plastic cup in a nearby wastebasket.

"Ahem!" Dylan said, standing behind Cody.

"Oh yeah, and this is Dylan!" Cody said, stepping aside. "He's a new friend who's been teaching me some pretty useful survival tips for this place."

"Nice to meet you!" Dylan said to Jack.

"Yeah, you too. Cute bikini," Jack said.

"Thanks! And you're cute all over," Dylan said, and giggled. He bit on his little finger as he smiled at Jack.

"I'm... huh?" Jack said.

"Uh, let's... let's hurry up guys, they're organizing the teams now," Cody said, suddenly feeling a little nervous about the conversation.

The three kids hurried to join one of the two teams and the match started soon after. A resort employee acted as referee as the kids played, really enjoying themselves.

They had been playing for less than a minute when the ball soared the air in Cody's direction. And just when Cody was about to hit it, he realized that the ball had the picture of a boy’s bare bottom printed on it, with red blotches coloring the center of each butt-cheek, as if it had been spanked. Cody felt goosebumps as he saw it, but had little time to react as the ball fell on him and he hit it upwards, setting it up for someone else to throw it over the net.

As the ball rotated in the air, Cody saw that another spanked bottom was printed on the other side of the ball. Then, a boy wearing swimming trunks (which meant that he was considered a 'male' in the resort) jumped and then smacked the ball powerfully, shooting it over the net. Cody's buns clenched with the sound of the mighty smack.

From time to time, the boys dressed in masculine swimsuits gave playful slaps on the bottoms of the boys in feminine swimsuits. Sometimes they did it because the 'female' boys made a mistake, and sometimes they did it to congratulate them for a nice play. Before the smacks, they would say things like:

"Nice shot!" *SMACK!*

"Well played!" *SMACK!*

"What was that? You missed by a mile!" *SMACK!*

"Do you call that a serve? That was awful!" *SMACK!*

"Awesome block! You're a natural, girl!" *SMACK!*

Cody heard many of the boys refer to the feminine-dressed boys as 'girls'. Not just the 'male' players, but also the 'female' players referred to each other as 'girls'. After each of the congratulatory or reprimanding smacks, the smacked 'girl' jumped and shouted a single, short cry, but did not protest at all, as if they expected to be continuously smacked during the course of the game. Cody himself was smacked quite a few times during the game, and cried out a little louder than the others since his rear end was still quite warm from his recent spanking by Camilo.

The game eventually ended, and the winning team -in which Cody and Jack had played- started cheering and jumping around in celebration. The referee announced that the winners had earned free ice cream at the resort's ice cream parlor, and then handed a free-ice-cream coupon to each player. The players of the losing team did not look unhappy at all, and simply challenged the other team to a rematch the following day. Everyone agreed and the game was scheduled.

Dylan and Alex -who had played in the losing team- approached Cody and Jack. Dylan reached them first with a few nimble leaps. 'He doesn't just look like a little elf,' Cody thought. 'He moves like one, too. He’s even got big ears, to boot.'

"That was fun!" Dylan said. "You guys are good at this! Do you play a lot of volleyball?"

"No, not at all," Cody said. "But Jack's always been good with sports, right Jack?"

"I guess so," Jack said, shrugging.

"Hi, I'm Alex," the dark-haired 14-year-old said, joining the other three. "I'm here with Dylan. Oh wow, you're here on a Spankymoon, aren't you?"

"Yes, that's right," Jack said. "How did you know?"

"Because of your red wristbands. I read about that on the resort's website. You guys must be pretty serious then, right? Your relationship, I mean."

"Our… our relationship?" Jack said, looking a little nervous.

Cody did not want Jack feeling nervous. Not when the trip was off to such a good start already (even if his stinging bottom would say otherwise). "Um, y-yeah!" Cody said. "Jack and I have been best friends for a long time. And we have a VERY serious spanking relationship going on. Too serious for my bottom's tastes, in fact!"

Everybody laughed at the joke and Cody silently congratulated himself for having successfully diffused the tension.

"As a matter of fact," Jack said. "I just remembered that since we're on a Spankymoon package, for us everything in the resort is free. So why don't you take our ice cream coupons? We can have free ice cream at any time, anyway."

"Awesome!" Dylan said, receiving the two coupons that Jack handed over. "Thanks!"

“No problem," Jack said. "So are you guys on a, uh... on a spanking relationship, too?"

"Yeah," Alex said. "It's kind of recent. We just met each other less than a year ago. Dylan's dad is my dad's boss, and they’re also friends. So our families started having weekend barbecues together and some vacation trips together, too. Then one day Dylan was acting up and his dad was busy cooking some burgers for everyone, so he asked me to handle spanking duties. I took Dylan to his room, turned him over my knee and gave him a whupping to remember.”

“And that’s not an overstatement!” Dylan said. “My bottom still remembers it!”

“So Dylan’s dad was impressed,” Alex continued. “A few days later he was busy again and Dylan needed a spanking, so he asked me once more to deal with this little brat. And then it happened again and again. It kind of snowballed very quickly and now I'm his official spanker."

"As well as my official milkman," Dylan said, giggling afterwards. He winked at Jack and Cody. "If you know what I mean."

Cody blushed and looked at Jack, who seemed to be blushing, too. They also shared a 'milking' relationship along with their 'spanking' one, just like Alex and Dylan, but they had never discussed it with anyone else, much less with two boys who talked about it so openly and boldly. Jack opened his mouth to say something and Cody felt anxious to learn what his friend's reaction would be... but he never had a chance to hear it, as a loud voice interrupted them and called for everyone's attention.

"Bottom inspection!" the voice said. Cody turned pale as he saw that it was one of the Long & Hard Brothers speaking, while the other brother stood beside him with arms folded across his chest. A group of other resort employees stood behind the Brothers, as if waiting for them to issue orders. Cody was a little surprised to learn that, regardless of the Brothers' powerful semblance, they still had young-boy-voices (he had not been able to hear them very well when he had been hiding from them in the gardens). Sometimes it was easy to forget that everyone in the resort was a young boy, after all. "All right ladies, you know the drill," the Brother continued. "Please turn around and place your hands on your heads."

Cody was amazed to see just how quickly every girlish-dressed boy on the beach -most of whom had been in the volleyball game- had moved to follow the instruction, without question or hesitation. Some of them were whimpering as they complied.

"C'mon, they could single us out if we don't hurry!" Dylan said, pulling Cody by the arm as he moved to take his place among the other 'girls'.

Cody was too nervous too protest and soon they were part of a standing row of 'girls', all of them facing the sea with their hands on their heads.

Once in position, Cody turned his head toward the beginning of the row, to find that the Brothers had started checking the 'girls'' behinds, pulling the bikini bottoms outwards in order to peek inside. In the case of ‘girls’ with full-body swimsuits, the Brothers tugged harshly on the swimsuit's bottom string, giving the 'girl' a painful wedgie, in order to fully reveal the butt cheeks. The 'girls' who received such a wedgie cried out with sincere discomfort.

Cody also noticed that those ‘girls’ who were sporting red bottoms received a slap on their ass after their bottom check, along with a "thank you, Miss. Now run along and behave," from the Brothers. But it was the 'girls' who did not get this slap the ones who actually seemed more miserable, as some of them started weeping right away when they realized they had not been dismissed after their bottom-check. They knew that meant they were due a warm-up. Worse still, they knew that two of them would get that warm-up from one of the fearful Brothers!

One of the ‘girls’ near Cody was the 14-year-old that Cody had seen when they had first checked into the resort and were walking toward their room. Cody thought that he looked funny formed up with them, since he was slightly taller than the rest of the ‘girls’, and about the same height as the Brothers. He guessed that the boy was surely the oldest among the ‘girls’ in the resort, at least by a year or two. The taller boy howled when given the wedgie, and he was not dismissed since his bottom was found to be milky white.

Then Cody felt a painful wedgie himself, and knew that his turn had arrived. His little nuts were squeezed by the maneuver and stung with distressing pain. In his mind he pictured small stars flying out of his compressed balls, like something out of a TV cartoon. He cried out and then bit down his lower lip and shut his eyes, trying to endure the agony on his nuts while he felt a hand fondle his revealed buns, examining them thoroughly.

The wedgie finally ended and a hard smack impacted Cody’s butt and he heard the merciful words of dismissal. He stepped out of the row and waited for Dylan as he was also checked and dismissed. Then the two boys rejoined their two 'male' friends.

Alex laughed at the pair. "You guys looked pretty scared back there!" he said.

"Of course we were, doofus. Those guys are scary!" Dylan said, turning to look at the Brothers. "I've managed to avoid them so far, and I plan to keep it that way."

"You and me both," said Cody, relieved to be out of danger for the moment. He discreetly caressed his butt, since even that single smack from the Brother who had checked him had rekindled the fire on his cute rump.

After the last of the 'girls' had been inspected, the Brothers turned toward the group of employees who had been patiently waiting.

"All right, everyone take one of these ladies and warm them up," the Long Brother said. "I want to see nothing but freshly red buns on this beach, so make sure to get a nice, deep color on them. Pick a girl and get to work."

The employees moved toward the row of standing, shivering 'girls' and one by one started taking them away, gently holding them by an arm. One of the 'girls' panicked as an employee was about to take her arm, and 'she' started running away, screaming. "NOOOOO! I DON'T WANT A SPANKIIIIING!"

"We've got a runner!" The Hard Brother said. "Stay put, everyone. I've got this one."

The Hard Brother broke into a sprint, chasing the bikini-clad boy along the beach. He easily caught up with him quickly and then hurled him over his shoulder as if he were weightless. He carried him back toward the rest of the kids, as the caught boy uselessly kicked and howled and protested in a tearful and cracked voice. Cody was amazed to watch the Brother carry the boy so effortlessly.

"Poor girl," Dylan said. "She must be a new guest to have run like that. Now she'll learn the consequences."

Cody swallowed and felt his buns clenching as the Hard Brother arrived at the center of the group of kids. Everyone had stopped to stare at him.

"Everybody listen," the Hard Brother said. His boyish voice did not prevent it from sounding strict. "This girl tried to run away from her maintenance spanking. Or 'warm-up', as we like to call it. So now her maintenance spanking has been upgraded to a punishment spanking. And it'll be a public one, so everyone can see what running away from a spanking gets you in this resort."

The condemned boy cried even louder when he heard the Brother's words, and then he was carried to an armless, back-straightened beach chair, where the Hard Brother sat and placed the runaway boy across his lap. He then pulled the boy's bikini bottom right off and started spanking him even harder than Cody had expected. The sound of the mighty smacking and the boy's desperate howls sent shivers around Cody's nuts.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

“OWAAAAAAAA! PLEEEAAAASE! OWAAAAAAA! IWON’TDOITAGAAAAAIN! OWAAAAA! OWAAAAAAAA!”

The rest of the employees resumed taking the other 'girls' away for their warm-ups. The Long Brother took the last remaining 'girl' gently by the arm, and led her away as she started bawling her eyes out the second she realized that she had been the unlucky chosen one to be spanked by the Brother. Even so, she did not protest or tried to run away, and it was easy for Cody to see why, as he watched the awful public spanking that went on and on, as punishment for disobedience.

"Holy crap, that boy can really spank," Jack said. Even he looked impressed with the proceedings.

"Why don't we go somewhere else?" Alex said, raising his voice so he could be heard over the tremendous sounds of the ongoing spanking. "Somewhere we can hear other talk, I mean."

"Let's go get our ice creams!" Dylan said, excited. Once again, Cody was astonished by the golden-haired boy's ability to behave normally around exceptional events. Like the astounding freaking spanking happening at just a short distance from them.

"All right, kid. You played well during the game, so you earned it," Alex said to Dylan, as he tussled his hair. Then something happened that made Cody feel as if someone was pulling a rug from under him: Alex leaned over and gave Dylan a quick kiss on his cheek.

Jack looked as shaken as Cody by the image. Then he hurried to speak. "Um... sure, an ice cream would be nice. Let's go."

They started making their way toward the resort's main building, chatting as they walked. As he watched them talk, Cody thought that it was remarkable to have met this pair of boys who, even though they had met each other a relatively short time ago, they had already become a spanking-couple who seemed more comfortable and open in their relationship than Jack and Cody were in their own spanking relationship.

Jack and Cody had been friends forever, so why couldn't they enjoy the same openness and cheerful warmth that these two boys radiated? Cody still had to walk on tip-toes with Jack around the conversation of his feelings for him, and even though they had done and tried a lot of horny stuff, they had never ever kissed. Not even on the cheek. Maybe Jack wouldn't like to kiss? Cody didn't know, but he was tired of not knowing that kind of things. His whole reason for planning this trip had been for him and Jack to get closer, and to get Jack thinking of their relationship as something more serious than before.

After watching Alex and Dylan's behavior toward each other, Cody's mind was set: He would not wait any longer to act. He would talk to Jack about these things as soon as possible, and more than just talk. After all, wasn't he just as cute as Dylan? Didn't Jack always say that he had the most adorable bottom that ever existed? Hadn't he been a good friend to Jack and become so close to his heart that they often knew what the other was feeling, even before speaking? Yes, he would use his heart. He would use his cuteness.

And -he thought as he listened to the distant sounds of the ongoing punishment spanking at the beach and shivered- he would use his gorgeous bubble-bottom, even if it meant putting it in the line of fire yet again. As if in response to his thoughts, his reddened bottom stung sharper for a second. Cody winced, knowing that it would probably not be too long before his next spanking!

To Be Continued…

(The End)