Skyler awoke to the thunderous sound of his daddy coming up the stairs. Before Pa came in Skyler looked over at his clock and saw that he had overslept again. "Ah, _s_h_i_t_!" he thought. This only could mean one thing...an, early morning spanking!
Pa came in.
"I'm up, Pa!" Skyler said, jumping out of bed.
"You were suppose to be up thirty minutes ago!" Pa said, grabbing his only son, and placing him over his knee. "Next time, get up earlier, not later!" And with that bit of country-folk wisdom, Pa began swatting Skyler's underclad covererd butt over and over again.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
Skyler was crying up a storm, not for theatrics (those didn't work on Pa), but because his rump was becoming inflamed.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!!
About thirty hard spanks were given to Skyler's ass before he was let go to go get dressed. Pa walked on out not saying another dang-blasted word. Skyler took just a moment to rub his sore butt, before he got dressed to go do the morning chores.
When they were done, Skyler's behind was still stinging, so he had to eat standing up at the breakfast table. Pa didn't make any mention of it, and told the boy he could go out and play until noon, then he would have to come back and do some more chores before lunch.
Skyler gave his Pa a hug and ran outside. He knew where his buddies were: the swimming hold behind Mr. McCormick's farm. That's where all the 11 year olds went in the summer in the county. On the way there he past Trudy and Ruby (the Phillips sisters) who were selling lemoade. Skyler came by and drank a glass, then ran off without paying. They screamed and hollered and shook their fists at that rascal, Skyler.
Once at the swimming hole, the only other kid there was that brat, Christopher. He was a 9 year old swimming champion who always swam in his Speedos, swimming cap and goggles. The other boys all thought that was the ultimate in geeky, as they all still swam in the buff. Skyler got there and instantly began peeling off his clothes.
"Where is everyone?" Skyler asked. "Did you scare them all off?"
"Ha! Ha," Christopher mocked, as Skyler splashed recklessly into the water. "Very funny."
The cool water felt so good on Skyler's warm fanny. He decided that Christopher was as good enough as anyone else to play with, so the two splashed and swam and played for a good, long while. All the time Skyler kept trying to convince Christopher to take of his swim suit and skinny dip "just once!" Christopher wouldn't do it, so Skyler challenged Christopher to a swimming race: if Skyler won, Christopher would have to skinny dip. If Christopher won, Skyler would agree to be Chris's best friend for a week.
The two boys found their marks, then off they went. Without wasting any time, Christopher easily beat Skyler and victoriously shoved his arms in the air: another day would go by without his pale bottom to see the light of day!!
As they swam back, Skyler began to notice something. Something was missing from the ground around the front of the swimming hole...HIS CLOTHES!!
Skyler freaked as he jumped out, and began looking everywhere, to see if he misplaced them. When he realized he hadn't, he knew that someone had been lurkng nearby and had swiped his clothes AND Christopher's towl. Skyler was upset as he continued to scream and scream into the near-by woods for the chicken-_s_h_i_t_s to show their faces!
No one appeared, and Skyler was faced with the horrible opportunity of having to go all the way home NAKED! He begged Christopher to go to his house and get some clothes, but Chris pointed out that he lived so far away. Skyler brooded for a moment, then proceeded to beg his new best friend to let him have his swim suit. Even as he was asking, he knew Christopher would have nothing to do with that. Besides, Christ was a lot smaller than Skyler and there would be no way those tight Speedos would fit.
Skyler shivered for a few moments, wimpering how his dad was really going to spank him NOW! He started looking for some leaves to use as cover, when Chris had an idea: Skyler could borrow his swim cap: at least that way his front would be covered! Skyler was thrilled! He accepted his new buddie's offer, and reached out for the cap.
"There's one catch," Skyler was told. "You'll have to let me spank you."
Skyler freaked! He couldn't believe that his misfortune would get this much worse. After contiued brooding, he agreed, and was lead over to a stump where his wet and naked body was draped over the nine year old's lap. Deep down Skyler could feel the eyes of those thieves watching from the bushes and loving every moment, but right them all he could worry about was...
SPANK!
"OWH!" ..._d_a_m_n_, that smarted!...getting home.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! Skyler's butt was beaten like a well played drum by the lower class nerd. His soft, moist pecker began to get excited as it rubbed up against the nylon of Christopher's...
SPANK!!
"OOOOOOH!!!"..._f_u_c_k_, this actually hurt!... Speedos.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! The two boys were there in this position for about ten minutes before Christopher finally stopped giving Skyler his most embarrassing spanking. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
Skyler hopped up and went and cooled his bum in the water. "_d_a_m_n_, Christopher," Skyler wimpered. "Why did you spank me so hard?"
"It just felt great, Sky," Christopher chuckled, tossing the spanked-one the flimsy cap. "I'll see you later! Good luck!!" Then he left, and the bruised and embarrased naked child waited for a few more moments before getting up and plotting his way home.
Taking the cap in his left hand, he used it to cover his engorged, prepubescent _d_i_c_k_ and balls (he could not believe that a nine year old had just spanked him!). With his right hand he tried to nonchalantly cover his crack. Then he began his trip home, scampering from behind one bush to the next, until he arrived in that dreaded patch of open area in the McCormick farm.
He decided to sprint through this area as fast as he could so that he would be at the edge of the farm near the old farm house that they didn't use anymore. He took off like a white (and partially red!) streak across the green of those fields and safely (whew!) made it to the farm house.
"What the hell are you doing?" a voice said that startled Skyler. He turned and saw teenager Kenny McCormick, along with his girlfriend, Betty. Skyer's heart sank as he tried his best to cover himself as he told Kenny and Betty his sad tail...er...tale.
"You should help him, Kenny," Betty said.
"Here," Kenny said handing Kenny a large bandana. "This should be big enough to cover your little business up."
"Thanks," Skyler said, nervously.
"I reckon, tho," Kenny added, winking at his cooing girlfriend, "That you owe ME a spanking."
Skyler's face dropped as he said, sadly, "I reckon so." And without any fuss he was lead over to a bale of hay where he put his body in that familiar position. This time, however, would be different. Aside from a girl watching the whole mess, Kenny had just taken off his...
THWAP!
"OOOOHHH-HOOOOOO!!!" ..._s_h_i_t__f_u_c_k_insonofa bitch!...BELT!!
THWAP!
With his buns already buring from the earlier spankings, this beating with Kenny's wide belt in front of Betty really took Skyler to a new level of pain.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!! In all, Skyler was hit ten times with that belt, and he cried like a banshee afterwards. Kenny and Betty let him cry it on out before he had to get off of Kenny's knee. At that point a still totallly nude Skyler was lead over to the ground, and laid on his back on a blanket (what were they doing in there? Hmmmmmmm?). At that point, using the bandana, and pins that Betty had in her purse, the two teens fashioned a make-shift diaper for the little boy.
Skyler sheepishly thanked them, then left the barn feeling completly humbled. He proceeded on his way back, as he started to cut through the Phillips back yard when suddenly their large Golden Retriever (Mimi) sprang out and chased him. Skyler had a hard time running, and before he could clear the fense, the _d_a_m_n_ dog had snagged from behind his bandana Kenny had put on just minutes before!! And ripped it off!
Once again naked, he fought the dog to get the bandana, and would have had it had he not felt the vice-like grip of Mr. Phillips around the scruff of his neck. "What in the world are you doing?"
Skyler broke down crying, telling him everything that had gone on and pleading with him NOT to tell his Pa. Mr. Phillip listened as Skyler (no longer conserned about his nude state) went on and on, telling the saga of the morning.
Not an unfair man, Mr. Phillip walked Skyler to the garage, where he said he would give him a lift, and even drop him off near-by so that he could sneak in without his dad knowing. At the same time, Mr. Phillips promised not to tell Skyler's Pa of what he knew had happened. Skyler was so releaved he started thanking the man over and over and over again.
"Not so fast," Mr. Phillips said. "There is this business of stealing lemonade from my girls this morning." And then, right on cue, the twisted Phillips sisters appeared. Trudy was told to go upstairs and fetch their mother's hairbrush. Skyler started wimpering, as he also began to cover his hairless _d_i_c_k_ from the watchful gaze of the other sister, Ruby.
By the time Trudy returned, Skyler was over Mr. Phillips lap. The girls stood around the open garage and then watched as Skyler was subjected to a very brisk session with that very heavy hairbrush.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
Mr. Phillips didn't hold back, just because Skyler's butt was already hot. No, he made sure that this spanking in the garage would also be remembered as a hell of a blistering session.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Skyler was sobbing deeply now, as he couldn't believe how much his ass hurt. He looked over hhis shoulder to see if Mr. Phillips would show some mercy on this poor, naked child...
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
He didn't. And when he was done, Trudy fetched a large towl for Skyler to wrap around his naked mid-section.
Mr. Phillips let Skyler calm down for a minute or two, then the two hopped into Mr. Phillip's car. Skyler took the time alone to apologize for swiping the lemoade and Mr. Phillips accepted, saying that he knew that deep down Skyler was a good, little boy.
Skyler was let off a block from his house. He waved goodbye to Mr. Phillips with one hand, as he continued to hold the towl up with the other. Then he turned and proceeded to cut across Timmy's back yard, which lead right into the back of his father's farm. And he was almost there, when he heard from Timmy's back door...
"OH, Skyyyyy-lerrrr!"
It was Timmy, and their friend Patrick. They were waving at him. He waved back. Then he noticed they were waving something in their hands...HIS CLOTHES!! They were the ass-holes that had taken them!! Ahhhh, _s_h_i_t_!!!!
Skyler ran up there and demanded that he be given his clothing back. They said, "NO WAY!" Not unless they get to do what Christopher, and Kenny and Mr. Phillips all got to do.
"You saw all of that?" Skyler asked, completly befuddled and humiliated.
"You bet!" Timmy said, twirling his underwear around on his fingers. Timmy and Patrick had been shadowing their bare-ass naked friend all the way, and got to see (or hear) most of the fun. No longer willing to fight, Skyler let himself be brought into the living room where he was placed face-down on the floor.
"Patrick and I have a bet," Timmy said, as he knelt to Skyler's right hand side.
"Yeah, we were wondering which one of us could spank you the hardest," Patrick added. "You let us know, ok?"And with that said, the two boys began spanking their friend, each had one cheek to do the damage on.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Skyler gritted his teeth and waited for them to finish. He refused to let them see him cry.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
But the funny thing was, they refuesed to stop until he did start to cry.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
One after another, both kids took turns wacking their poor, pathetic, nude little friend, until he finally started crying. He just couldn't take it anymore. He just had to start crying like a little baby. They were satisfied, and after a few minutes with a cold cloth on his bum, and after declairing a winner (Patrick), Skyler was allowed to put his clothes on and finally go home to do his noon chores. The only problem, he noticed on the way hobbling slowly out, was that it was almost one in the afternoon!
He made it to the back door, and without saying a word got out the old wooden paddle Pa still kept in a drawer for use as threats. Skyler then walked sheepishly into the living room where his Pa waited. Skyler silently handed his father the paddle, then pulled down his pants, and bent over his Pa's lap.
Not a word was needed to be spoken as Pa began paddling his child. Skyler's cries and sobs were all that needed to be said.