Howdy ho! Just a reminder that there are additional chapters of the APPLE BUTT- AN AMERICAN TAIL saga found in the Sawyer archive and the Skyler archive.
This first one is an homage to one of my favorite story series in the whole MMSA Stories archve: Too Big For Your Britches. If you haven't read any of them, go check them out. Anyway, let these games begin...
***
On the way to the beach Uncle Rod had purchsed one of those novelty "hot seat" and "board of education" type paddles. His said "Dad's Helping Hand." I guess it didn't matter that he was my Uncle and not my Dad. The son of a bitch even tried it out on my bare ass to compare it with the other ones in stock! None of the paddles were particularly thick or heavy, but they all sure stung like the _d_i_c_k_ens.
So, the trip had begun on a sour note. I knew I was going to get a spanking at some point in the trip - I just was hoping that it wasn't going to be that bad.
Aafter we checked in Uncle Rod drove us down to the beach and said that we could go by ourselves as long as we didn't go into the water; we had early dinner reservations and he didn't want to have us get all sticky and icky. He instructed Chip to watch me because he was going to find some salt water taffy (don't know why he didn't get THAT at the Stuckey's instead of the _f_u_c_k_ing paddle).
We'd park our car as close to the changing area (changing room/showers/bathroom) as possible and then proceed down to the beach. The beach was wonderful. The sand was soft, and when the tide was out you could walk hundreds of yards (or so it seemed) out into the water and look for starfish and sand dollars.
"Don't get more than you feet wet!" Chip yelled at me.
"Yeah, yeah yeah," I said back, loving the feeling of the cool water over my toes.
At some point I met a kid from england named Pip. He was building a sand castle that was really cool. We got to talking, and he asked if I wanted to help.
"Sure!" I said. "This was so cool! My vary own friend, and I was only there for just a half an hour. Maybe this was going to be a good trip after all.
I don't know how long we were there building tha thing, but I was having such a great time I didn't know where Chipper had gone off to. When we were done, Pip said that we could now destroy it! So we started diving into it like it was a pile of leaves. It was so cool! We then decided to start exploring the beach.
We wandered off to explore the beach on our own. We talked about school, friends, sports, baseball cards, you name it. I thought I had found the friend that I always wanted Alex to be.
Then reality crashed in...or at least my pathetci reality!
When my Uncle Rod found me (thirty minutes later than he said he was going to be, headed back, but still a good eighth of a mile or so from where I was supposed to have been playing, he was angry.
He spotted me at a distance of about 20 yards or so and yelled out, "And just where have you been, young man? Your cousin and I have been searching for you for the past half-hour. I've half a mind to yank your bathing suit off right here and spank you all the way to the car. How would you like that?"
This was a rhetorical question but it required an answer of some sort. I continued to walk towards my dad and cried out "No -- Please, I was coming right back."
"Get over here!"
Uncertain as to what might happen next, I slowed down and almost stopped.
"If you want to keep your suit on until we reach the car young man, you'd better start running."
I started moving again, but without any real enthusiasm. Pip was still with me, sort of following me to see if everything was going to be all right.
When I got to Rod he didn't take off my suit, but the damage was done. The words spoken. Pip and I weren't the only children on the beach that afternoon, and kids seem to have a sixth sense about spankings (at least when they involve others!).
I didn't help matters any. I kept crying, "Please, don't spank me. I'm sorry. I was just coming back." I somehow thought that my "heading back" was important and should take precedence to the fact that I had wandered off in the first place. My uncle didn't see it that way.
"Stow it Tommy, you can tell me how sorry you are after you've been paddled!"
By the time we got to the car there must have been a parade of twenty kids following us (lead by Pip), each one gleefully waiting to see what would really happen next. They weren't disappointed.
Uncle Rod reached in the car, grabbed the "Helping Hand" paddle, and told me to get my suit off.
I stood there frozen. Take off my suit in front of all these kids? You've got to be kidding, I thought to myself.
I should have done something. Just standing there wasn't going to make anyone happy. I needed to say something, but experience had taught me that talk was usually counter productive.
Suddenly, my father grabbed me, yanked my suit off, and turned me over his knee.
I finally spoke up. "PLEASE, can't we do this when we get to the hotel?"
Then, something happened that had never happened before. My uncle looked around, saw the audience that had gathered about, and placed me back on my feet. He reached down, picked up my bathing suit and marched me (ever so slowly, or so it seemed to me) to the changing room, a distance of about 60 feet.
There I was, like the king in the "Emperor's New Clothes", leading a procession. My faithful followers trailed a short distance behind (my behind).
We went inside the changing room, my parade of peers queued up outside. Rod led me to a bench that sat just outside the shower room. He sat down, and turned my naked self over his knee once again and quickly put the paddle to work (twelve strokes as I recall.)
SMACK! SMACK!
The shower room acted as an amplifier.
SMACK! SMACK!
"OOOOOOOOooooooooh!" I screamed. This just sucked.
SMACK! SMACK!!
Each swat of the paddle reverberated, as did the cries that followed.
SMACK! SMACK!!
"Nooooo! Please Uncle Rod!!!"
SMACK!! SMACK!!
"Only two more, boy," he said.
SMACK! SMACK!
He then stood me up as my hands reached around to hold onto my butt. It was so unfair! I just glared at him; paddled twice in one day! I hated that _f_u_c_k_ing paddle (a week later, while back at home, it would crack across during one particularly nasty session, so at least it didn't stick around very long).
"What is that look for?" he growled.
"I thought the paddle was only suppose to be used when I lied," I snapped.
"You think that should have been a hand spanking?" Rod asked point blank.
"Yeah!" Me and my stupid, stupid little mouth.
"Fine!"
Monents later I was BACK over he knee, this time for a round with his ever familiar hand.
SPANK! SPANK! Oh GOD! My ass was on fire! SPANK! SPANK! I was screaming up a storm now. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Rod sure was pissed. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! And he made sure that I knew it SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! And that everyone outside knew it too. SPANK SPANK! SPANK! I'm sure most of the children outside enjoyed this "radio" presentation immensely. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
They certainly looked pleased when I was marched back to the car (crying, humbled, but at least wearing my bathing suit once again. I'm sure there were a few brave souls (those with video tastes) that ventured into the changing room as I was being spanked.
At least that was the story I got from Pip the next day, when I saw him as we check out of the hotel.
"Why are you all checking out so early?" Pip asked.
"Unlce Rod is pissed, so we're going home," I said. I really didn't want to talk with Pip.
"When are you leaving?" he asked.
"About an hour."
"Wanna come by the pool and play some cards?" Pip asked, loud enough for my uncle to hear.
"Can I?" I asked, as Rod nodded his head.
"So, anything else happen last night?" Pip asked as we walked over to the pool area.
"Yeah, Uncle Rod really tanned my couisn pretty good," I said with a grin.
"Really! The big kid!"
"Yeah, he wore him out with the belt, cuz he was suppose to be watching me."
"MAN!" Pip said with a gleam. We got to his table near the pool. "Bet the belt hurt."
"I bet it did too!" I said. "I never wanna find out!"
"So is your cousin angry at you? He lood pretty ticked off."
"Yeah, but he's usually ticked off." Pip started dealing out the cards. "He did say something about getting me back. Something about 'Payback Is Hell.'"
"You scared?"
"Nah, not of Chipper."
The two of us played and talked for about a half hour. It was getting so hot just sitting out there that Pip finally stopped playing and asked if it was all right if he jumped in to cool off.
"Sure," I said. "Wish I could."
"Why don't you!" And then, without saying another word of warning, that little limey bastard got up and shoved me into the pool. Then he scurried off.
_f_u_c_k_! I was soaking wet! And what was worse was that there was noone there to see him do it.
As I was getting out, however, who should see me but my uncle. He looked as pissed as I had ever seen him.
"You know," he said leading me over to a lounging chair. "I did you a disservice spanking you in the changing room." And with that, my wet suit was off. "You needed that spanking out in the open, where everyone could see how naughty you were."
And with that, I was back over his knee for my my fourth spanking in two days! As they all seem at the time, this one was one of the worst. Over and over again he swatted my ass as I cried and pleaded for him to cease! No use, though. And what made it worse was that children started spilling out into the pool area to watch this public display. I think it must have been thirty of them in all (including Pip, who I suspected when and got them all).
When Rod was done, he had hit my bare bottom at least fifty times out there by the pool. He then told me to get into the car and wait for me. I didn't bother asking for my swimming trunks back, as I could hear the snickers and cheers of the kids behind me who were getting quite a feast for their eyes.
"You got it again?" Chipper asked, as I sulked my naked little body into the car.
"Yeah," I sniffled.
"Good," he said. "Don't forget, though, that I still haven't paid you back yet."
"I know, I know..."