This is the slightly (very, very slightly) revised version of the earlier story with the similar name.
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For awhile I no longer had any friends my age I wanted to play with. Sure, there was Skyler, but he was sort of into his own thing. And when things got tough, and everyone else was looking for someone to pick on, he would choose me, just so that it wasn't him. Especially if Horsey was around! I was actually pretty bitter about that for a long time, and didn't want anything at all to do with Sky. So I did what my Mom suggested - I found some new friends.
The only problem was that they were all a lot younger than me. Here I was, just turned 15 years old, and I was resorting to hanging out with _f_u_c_k_ing little 10 and 11 year olds. If I wasn't so lonely, it might actually be humiliating.
One of the kids was this cute little fellow named Ned. Ned was quiet, and kept to himself most of the time. He collected comic books, and he was a swimmer, but didn't swim on Mr. Heyman's team. I sort of became like a big brother to him, while he became the little brother I never had. It was actually pretty cool (I guess), the three weeks it lasted.
Ned was also nursing a wounded ego. His best friend for the longest time was another little boy named Mark. The two of them were inseperable during the Cub Scout days, whenever they visited our troop.
Anyway, like all little boys do, they got their feelings hurt. I think Mark was invited to spend the night over at Ben's, but Ned wasn't. Since he was smaller than most of the kids his age (something I really could relate to! - I had only very recently hit puberty), he was often teased by the children who were bigger than him.
So, for a little less than a month, Ned and I were buds.
Then, one day after school, he was pretty bummed. He didn't want to tell me what it was, but after some coaxing he finally admitted that some of the kids at school were teasing him for hanging out with me.
"What?!" I was shocked. What would anyone not want to hang out with me, especially a little kid?
"They said you were a fag," Ned said, almost ashamed to even use the word. "I said you weren't, so they said I must be queer too."
"Well, that is just so mean!" I couldn't think of anything else to say, and even when I heard myself say it I had to admit that it did sound rather queenie.
"It's okay," Ned sighed. Poor fellow!
"So, who was it? Ben? Chris?"
"No, it was Mark," Ned said, eyes almost watering. "I hate him. We should get him back or something!"
Losing my grasp on judegment, I agreed with the little _s_h_i_t_. I have no idea what came over me, but I said that we should play a dirty trick on him.
So, we went over the list of things that we could do - there was lighting the bag of doggie doo and putting it on his front porch, but that what if his Mom found it. Then there was peeing into a water balloon, but what if it burst in our hands. Yuk!
"We should just do water balloons," Ned said, shaking his head. "Nothing too complicated."
We planned it for a Saturday afternoon when all the rest of the kids would be around to witness it down by the playground. Even though it was Fall, Indian Summer had just set in so it was pretty nice.
We snuck into the school through the back door, and went up to the "secret" door on the roof. (Some secret! Every eight and nine year old knew it existed!)
We then waited for a half hour until Mark biked up with his friends Mitch and Coop. That was when the rain of balloons descended on them!
I have to admit it was hysterical, and actually reminded me of things I might have done back with Alex and Chipper. Those guys didn't know what hit them! Soon, Horsey and Ben were also there, and they too got pelted with water balloons. It was the perfect ambush! Everyone scattered....
Or so we thought!
About ten minutes later when we made our way out the back door, we were counter ambushed by Mark and the others, who had unraveled the hose used for the sprinkers! We got soaked! Oh my god, we got so totally drenched!
When it was all over, we returned to Ned's house defeated and wet. I think we were even more wet than that time I got pushed into the pond by my step-father's nephews!
"Boys!" Neds father said, when he saw us make a moistened path up into the garage. "What in tar-nation happened to you two?"
Quickly Ned made up some ridiculous story about a bunch of unknown kids attacking us or something. I knew better than to say anything. I could see in his eye something I use to always see in my Uncle Rod's eye when he was testing you. You see, somehow, Ned's father already knew the truth!
When he let on that he did, Ned quickly back peddled and try and change his story.
"Boy," Ned's pa said. "What am I gonna do with you?"
"I dunno," Ned shrugged. I new better than to expect a spanking, because Ned use to brag that his folks hadn't spanked him since he was four or five.
"Tommy, what happens to you when you get caught in a lie?" Ned's father asked me.
"I get punished, sir," I said, looking away from my little friend.
"How? How do you get punished?" Ned's daddy asked specificlly.
"I get spanked, sir," I said, as if I was exhaling.
"Really," Ned's father said. "You think Markley is going to spank you when you go home?"
Ooooh! Markley knew? Man, that ticked me off!
"I don't know, sir," I said. "It depends on a lot of things."
"Like what?"
"Well, his mood. Sometimes when he is in a good mood he'll let a lot of little stuff, like playing with other kids, go."
"But what if you lie?"
"If I lie, gee, then I would definatly get a spanking," I said looking at Ned. "Sorry, Ned," I whispered.
"No need to apologize, Tommy," Ned's father said with a laugh. "Right, Ned? You were just answering my questions."
And with that Ned got led over to the middle of the empty garage where his Pop had a stool sitting. Oh jeez! I thought. Ned IS going to get a spanking! And right now!!!
Ned was made to raise his arms, as his paw slipped his wet, button down shirt up and over, not even bothering to undo the buttons. Ned then had to take off his shoes and socks, and then he undid his own belt, as his soggy blue jeans roughly slipped down his skinny, little legs.
Once he stepped out of them, he was then put over his father's lap. It was then I noticed something interesting.
"Sir," I said to Ned's Dad. "Are you left handed?"
"No, why are you asking?"
"Because, if you're not then it'll be a lot easier to smack him if you turn him around," I said, illustrating what I was saying by making a swirling motion in the air. After a moment of thinking about it he nodded and turned his son all the way around so that he could spank him with his right hand, and hold him down with the left.
"There," he said, "How's that?"
"That's much better," I said, nodding my head. "You'll see."
And with that my young friend began to get his wet underpants spanked again and again. His father wasn't a big man, but he sure did hit Ned's ass as if he was!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
Water flew up from the cotton briefs as Ned started crying bloody murder already from the start.
SPANK! SPANK!
And with that he stopped.
"Is that all?!" I said, amazed.
"Well, listen to him cry!" Ned's guilty father said.
"He's faking! Trust me!"
"Ohhhhh!"
"No! No I'm not, Daddy!" Ned began, before a whole new series of spanks descended on his ass.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
I could see right through his thin undershorts and see his ass already glowing. But something wasn't quite right.
SPANK! SPANK!!
"Not bad, sir," I said.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Thanks," he said back.
SPANK! SPANK!!
"Is this like how you get spanked?" he asked.
SPANK! SPANK!!
"No, not really," I said, causing him to stop. By now Ned had begun to cry a little for real. His rear end was getting a pretty good working over.
"How's it different?" Ned's Dad asked.
"Well, I always get spanked in the nude," I said with a shrug. Ned started screaming at the even hint of a suggestion that his Dad wasn't tanning his hide properlly.
"And does it work?" the dad asked.
"Usually."
That's all he needed to hear, as off came the damp underwear, that made a SPLAT sound when dropped on the cold concrete of the garage floor.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!!
It was amazing how much differently the spanking on bare skin sounded as compared to wet cloth!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
So much louder, and sharper, and with the mix of the squeals of pain, it was so much realer!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
Ned's father reveled in the experience, as he pummeled Ned's hiney as best he could.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
After Ned was thouroughly spanked....
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
He was stood up. Outside of the garage was gawkers who stopped to peer in to see what was going on. Ned was then told to go into the house and go into his room. I was then thanked, and sent home where I was indeed spanked royally by Markley.
After the incident, Ned wanted very little to do with me. He and Mark made up and became friends again, and I made my own efforts to mend fences with Skyler. It would be a couple of more years before our lives would cross again.