If you haven't read Buddies Get Crazy, or Terry's Revenge, you may wish to so as to understand the chain of events.
It was a hot summer day. Most of my friends were away for various reasons, only my buddy Bruce still in residence. However, even this was about to change. His father who was in the Coast Guard, was about to begin his duties at the Pentagon. This would take place after a ceremony in Virginia, involving the leaving of his position aboard ship.
As they were preparing to embark, Bruce's younger brother Terry, realized that an important event involving his scout troop, was to take place the very same weekend. In all the excitement and preparation for departure, he'd forgotten. This ceremony was a highly momentous occasion in his ascension in the ranks of the scouts. Terry was in turmoil. He wanted so badly to attend his father's farewell ceremony, and yet wanted just as strongly to complete this task. Especially since in not doing so, he would be forced to wait months before he could try again.
Bruce and I were sitting in the room he shared with his younger sibling, playing cards, talking of nothing important, when Terry and their Dad walked in.
"Terry, I'm sorry," his Dad said. " I don't mind terribly your missing the ceremony, but we can't in good conscience, leave you by yourself. If we could do it we would."
"What if someone stayed with me," Terry questioned.
"There's no one we can get at such short notice son, and the whole family is going. I know this is a big deal for you, and like I said, I'd let you stay. But you can't expect another member of the family to miss out just on your account."
Now I knew for a fact, that his sister Donna would have stayed at the drop of a hat, had she been in close proximity. But she was downstairs, the phone glued to her face.
Terry glanced about, trying to keep control of his emotions. His eyes lit upon me, and a huge grin split his face. " What if Vince were to watch me?"
I'd never done that, though I had been trusted to look after the house and feed the cat when they'd gone on a previous holiday. Their father looked at me, to Terry, and then back at me. I could see the wheels turning as he considered it.
" Well Vincent," He began in that measured bass voice that commanded your strict and undivided attention. " Would you mind keeping an eye on Terry while we're away?"
Terry and I, except for a couple of embarrassing situations, got along well, and a day and night away form my parents supervision was a plus.
" I don't mind. But how would I get him there and back?" I didn't own my own car at this point.
" You don't have to worry, my friend Nicholas's parents will be driving us."
Well there it was. All problems solved. "I'm in," I answered.
"Ok, it's settled. Terry you may stay, but I expect you to mind Vincent as if your mother and I were still here. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," Terry beamed. He came over and slapped me on the shoulder. I smiled back, content that all would be well.
And so that Saturday morning, they gave me all the usual instructions. I listened intently, nodding my understanding. And with all said and done, Bruce, his sister, and their parents drove off, not to return until late Sunday evening. Terry busied himself, preparing for the events of the next day, as I called my parents to inform them I'd be staying at Bruce's for the night. Later, Terry came done, and we had dinner, t. v., and various things to keep us amused. At 10:30, Terry announced he was going to turn in, wishing to have a sufficient amount of sleep before tomorrow's festivities. As I was alone and somewhat bored, I followed soon after.
I came into the room, Terry already in bed and fast asleep. He lay there in his white jockey's, his knees pulled up to his chin. His skinny, pale body glowing in the half light from the hallway. I pulled his blankets up over him carefully, not wishing to wake him. I stripped down to my own shorts, and quietly climbed into the top bunk. I closed my eyes, and soon it seemed as if time had jumped to morning.
I'm a early riser. I climbed down, pulled off my underwear, suddenly remembering I wasn't in my own home. I looked down, seeing the back of Terry's blond head. I snatched up the clean clothes Bruce had left for me, and fled the room for the shower. By time I'd washed and dressed, Terry was awake, excitedly running about for his big day. I almost had to hold him down and sedate him, just to get him to have breakfast.
Later, as I watched the abysmal programming, known as Sunday viewing, Terry came in panic stricken.
"What's the problem," I asked.
"I need ten bucks for the costs and my parents forgot to give it to me," he replied, nervously pacing the room. " What am I going to do?"
Now, I'm a pretty decent fellow if I do say so myself. I try to be kind to everyone, and try wholeheartedly to never hold a grudege. But, as a obnoxious teenager, I was quite different. Suddenly the events that has occurred a mere three weeks ago, came hurtling back to my mind. The view Terry had of his brother and I, bent over a desk, our asses flaming from the beating he had helped arrange, now swirled through my head. And on top of this, a additional number of swats from him. That little evil guy that is my dark side, was jumping up and down screaming vengeance is mine!
"Well......, I could help you," I began. "But if I do, I'll expect a certain amount of appreciation on your part."
"I'll do whatever you want! I have to have that money!
"OK, OK, relax little buddy." The trap had been sprung. "I'll supply the cash, and we can talk about what I want later when you return." I had the biggest smile upon my face. I'm sure Terry was of the opinion that it was simply my happiness at helping a friend. How little he knew that his cute little backside would be the price of my help.
So with the cash in hand, and his uniform in perfect condition, Terry departed with his friend to the scout meeting. I went to the bathroom and jerked off, not wanting to waste the erection I had. The thought of getting back at the little beast via a spanking, had me very excited.
I spent the remainder of my time reading, watching some t. v., and sunning myself in the stifling heat of the afternoon. About three oclock, I heard a car pull up form my spot in the backyard. I got to my feet, picking up my things as I headed towards the house. As I walked to the back door, I noticed my dick beginning to stiffen slightly.
I entered the house and called to Terry, to determine where in the house he was located. His voice came from the third floor. Grinning broadly, I sped towards the stairs, taking them two at a time, coming up short as I nearly collided with a stranger who stood at the top of the second set of steps.
"Who are you," I demanded of the young boy who stood before me.
"I'm Nicholas, Terry's friend," he answered, a large beaming smile upon his adorable, diminutive countenance. Like Terry, he had short cropped blond hair, and sky blue eyes. If I didn't know better, I might have taken him for a brother.
"Uh, nice to meet you," I said, somewhat concerned. I wasn't sure if I should implement my plan with a witness about, and unsure how long this kid planned on staying. I had about six hours until the family returned. Perhaps, I should just be patient I mused.
"Oh hey Vince," Terry exclaimed as he exited his bedroom. "The meeting was great." The following half hour was used to share with me, all the details. Once they were finished, I pulled Terry aside, asking his friend Nicholas to go down to the den, and wait for us. He happily agreed, and left us alone in the bedroom.
"What's up," Terry inquired.
"It's pay up time," I informed him. "We don't have a lot of time, and I owe you a good spanking." Terry's face went white.
"What!"
"In case you've forgotten the awful trick you played on me and your brother, I'm planning on reminding you."
"You promised you'd do whatever it took to make it up to me," he reminded.
"Yeah, to you. But you got Donna involved, and I had nothing to do with that. You embarrassed us beyond any kind of restitution to you. I want some of my own back. Now, you promised, but if you want to welch." That was all it took . Terry like me was a person who's word had to mean something, so with a look of despair, he closed the door to his room, and asked me what to do. I instructed him to get naked, and moved a chair to the middle of the room. Terry complied, standing there in the all under. I think his look of chagrin was more due to the impending whipping, than to his nudity.
I motioned him over, gently guiding him across my knees, allowing Terry time to adjust himself so he'd be comfortable. At least for the moment. I patted him softly upon his soft white posterior, savoring the moment. All at once I drew back my hand, and delivered the first swat to the left side of his buttocks. It bounced with the impact, and Terry let out a small grunt. It resumed it's rounded shape, a hand print of pink appearing. I quickly added to both the color, and the number of prints, until they merged into one red splotch. I wasn't really counting, but figured in the thirty seconds the clock extolled, that at least forty five swats had made there way to his pert supple rump.
I helped him up, and put my arm around his shoulders. Between sobs, he put his head to my shoulder, convinced that the payback was ended. I led him over to his writing desk, and whisked his spare scout bandanna from it. There to his shock and dismay, sat the dreaded paddle. The same one he'd joyfully applied to the rear ends of myself and his brother. Without needing to be told, Terry folded himself across the desk, his brightly colored cheeks spreading out nicely. The mirrored globes making a delightful target.
I stepped back, placing myself in a position to take advantage of a full unimpeded swing. Then realizing that I had three years, and a great deal more muscle thanks to his older brother, stepped in closer so that my blows would not be quite so devastating. Touching the paddle to his freshly spanked behind, caused them to tighten in anticipation of the oncoming strokes. Terry had built this thing to encompass the butt's of an older teenager, so it more than adequately covered both of his.
I then placed twenty five good, solid smacks to his upturned bottom, soliciting several squeaks of pain from him. I was probably enjoying this more than I should, but there you are. When I concluded my well sought revenge, I lead Terry over to the corner, and made him stand there. As I knew would happen, Nicholas got impatient, and came looking for us. He knocked, and then with no hesitation entered the room. His eyes bulged from their sockets, at the sight of his friends bright red buns glowing across the room.
" Oh hi Nicholas." This I said to add the proper degree of embarrassment that Terry had subjected us to. " I thought I told you to wait for Terry downstairs?"
"Yeah, But I got worried. Did you spank Terry?"
"I would think that was obvious, wouldn't you." He nodded his head if affirmation. " By the way, we're going to keep this between the three of us, yes?" Again, a nod of agrreemant. " Good, now you can go back and wait for us."
"What about me," he asked?
"I don't know," I answered, "what about you?"
"Well, since I didn't listen to what you said, I should be punished as well." I was rather taken aback by this. Another kid asking to be spanked. Of course I really had no reason to. I knew Terry would keep quiet, but if this got out I might get in serious trouble, and I told him so. He assured me he had no intention of telling, and made Terry promise on his scout's honor which he did. Well, I trusted Terry, but was unsure of this kid. He pleaded, cajoled, and even turned to whining to get his way. By this time, a desire to spank him was quickly growing.
"OK, a quick one." I made him take down his shorts, and kneel down. I placed the first swat on the seat of his blue jockeys, when he stopped me, and insisted upon the paddle. I took it up and had given him six swats, when the light in the room changed dramatically. I stopped, and looked up to see the cause. A blow of cold terror landed in the pit of my stomach, as Terry's Dad glowered at me from the doorway. While the little punk was whining, I'd not heard the family returning early from their trip.
"Downstairs please Nicholas. Terry, get dressed. Bruce come up here." All these orders were given in a calm, stentorian manner. Soon, three boys stood next to each other, quaking in fear. With but one question, he received the entire story. Each of us supplying information in turn. Their Dad excused himself, telling us he'd be back shortly. We did not need to wonder what our fate might be, as the sound of Donna's screams glided down the hall. Each one proceeded by a meaty slap. Soon there was silence, and the cold finger of trepidation glided up our spines. As he entered, he instructed Bruce to lower his jeans and underwear. He then inspected Terry's rump, informing him that he would be spared a another spanking this day. He then proceeded to give Bruce a hiding that rivals any I've been witness to. He methodically smacked up and down Bruce's exposed buttocks, turning them quite painfully red in record time. By time he was finished and allowed to stand, they were an intense shade of crimson. He then turned his attention to me.
"Vincent, I would not be upset, if you had punished Terry for sufficuent reasons. But all of theses actions, which you admit were precipitated by you, were unjust, and unnecessary. Even somewhat cruel. However, I'm not your father, and have no right to physically chastise you. That will be up to your parents."
Well, I felt somewhat guilty. Once again, people were being disciplined, for something I began. I knew my parents would probably just ground me, and this made me feel somewhat criminal. I told him as much, suggesting that perhaps it would be just, for me to get spanked as well. Once again he felt it wasn't his place. So, I suggested, since Terry had been wronged by me, perhaps he could do it.
"Well, if you feel strongly about it, ok. I think Nicholas should at least be present, as you paddled him as well." I decided rather than tell him the rancid little creep had demanded one, to agree. So he was called up, and again by my decision, it was my bared backside leaning across the desk.
Terry took up the paddle, giving a matching one to his nasty little friend, and then proceeded to instruct him on the most efficient use of it. Nicholas's blows were for the most part inefectual. But since the paddles caught both cheeks, they were still painful in conjunction with Terry's well placed shots. So, instead of twenty five to each cheek, it was a balzing fifty burned into my rump.
And so, everyone got a good butt busting that day. At dinner, we spent the majority of it, trying to sit comfortably.