Wo! Things sure are getting worse for my hero! Things sure couldn't get any worse? Or could they???
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The waiting is always the worst. I got to the room with Gavin and sat and pouted in silence. In was almost nine. Gavin had tears in his eyes, but I detected an anxious look. He was so looking forward to this, I could just tell!
The little bastard.
We didn't say anything for about five minutes, then I stood up and stripped off my pants, and took off my shirt.
"Your Dad is going to spank you on your underpants?" Gavin said, gasping.
"No," I grumbled, pulling my shoes and socks off. Then I went into the bathroom and got a big bath towel and wrapped it around my waist.
"You have to shower before he spanks you?" Gav said, with a crocked look. "Did you poop in your pants or something?"
"No!" I glared up and caught Gav's eyes, as I slipped my white undershorts off. I then flung it on the bed.
"Oh my goodness!" he said, finally getting it, as I sat down on the bed in my towel, my head in my hands.
"Shut up," I mumbled.
"He's going to spank you naked?" he said, almost to himself. "Wow! And you think he's going to let ME watch?"
"This is just so unfair," I began to cry. "I can't believe you stole those quarters! Dude, you should be the one getting a spanking, not me."
"Wow," he repeated, oblivious to my anguish. "I'm going to see you get a spanking in the nude. How cool is THAT?"
"Not at all, asshole!" I was so angry; I really wanted to kick his ass. "You should be the one getting a spanking,....!"
"But I'm not," he said, with an impish grin. "And, this hotel room is just one room, so unless he sends me to the bathroom, or unless he takes you into the bathroom, I'm gonna WATCH!" He then laughed like a maniac.
"This is just so unfair."
"You should have watched me more closely, and you wouldn't be in this situation, now would you?"
"You know, you are so lucky I don't spank YOU right NOW!" I shouted.
"Oooooh!" he said waving his hands at me. "How scared I am to be threatened by a naked, crying boy in a towel!"
"You don't think I can?"
"Oh, I am sure you can, Matty," he said, "I just know that your Dad would KILL you if you did, and you know that enough to not touch me."
"Some friend you are," I mumbled.
"Hey, cut me some slack, dude," he said, sitting next to me. "This is something you are use to. Me, well, I've never even been spanked much less seen one. If the situations were reversed, you would be just as excited as I am right now."
"No I wouldn't," I began to sob a little bit.
"Of course you would!" he laughed. "You might not show it, but that's because you're older....more mature." He then laughed really hard at that one. "But you know that deep down you would be digging the _s_h_i_t_ out of this too!"
I didn't say anything. The little creep was right. I looked at the clock and realized that Dad would be in the room any moment now and there was nothing I could do but sit in the hotel room, in a towel and wait. All the while, being tormented by a little, snotty pest who was openly "digging" the prospect of me getting spanked right in front of him. We couldn't even turn the TV on because that was the punishment Dad had set up for Gavin.
I mean....is this at all fair?
He gets in trouble for stealing money and lying about it, and he can't watch television.
I get in trouble for letting him out of my sight for a 10 (all right 20) minutes, and I am going to be spanked on my naked ass! Does this seem AT ALL fair to anyone, other than my father and Gavin?
Twenty more minutes crept on and the knots in my stomach were tying themselves up further and further. I couldn't take any more of this W A I T I N G ! I just wanted it over, I didn't even care anymore that Gavin would be watching, I just wanted the W A I T I N G to be over with.
Finally, about an hour after we arrived in the room, the phone rang. We had started playing cards (he jokingly suggested "strip poker" but then gasped like he just realized I was already stripped!), but put them aside as I answered the phone.
"Hello?" I said, timidly.
"Matt! It's Dad," Dad said, in a slightly anxious tone, which gave him away as been drinking.
"Hey, Dad," I said, looking at Gavin. "Where are you?"
"In the Casino. I'm going to be a little longer, son."
"How much?!"
"I don't know, one or two or three hours," he said. "You still ready for the spanking?"
"Yeah, Dad, I'm still waiting," I began to cry a little bit. "Another three hours, though?"
"You can wait, cantcha, son?"
"Well, I guess if I have to," I began to cry. There was silence on the other end of the phone. Eventually he let out a big sigh.
"Matt, you know I can't let you off of the hook," he said, almost sweetly.
"I know....I just....just don't like the waiting...." I blubbered.
"Son, pull yourself together."
"Sorry."
"If I could come up now, and spank you, I would."
"I know."
There was a long silence on the phone....what could be more important than giving me a spanking? I thought. He seemed to live for that kind of stuff. I was getting cold, standing there with just the towel and with Gavin watching me, studying my every move while I waited for Dad to make a decision....ANY decision, at this point! Of course I was hoping that he would decide I've been punished enough, but I knew that wasn't going to be the case. I also knew that if he came right on over, it would be ten-time worse. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized how STUPID I was being. LET him take his time! Maybe he will cool off by then. Maybe he would even....
"Son, is Gavin still there?" he asked, breaking my train of thought.
"Of course," I said.
"You're not watching television, are you?"
"Of course not Dad," I said. "Listen, it's ok if you want...."
"Son, put your friend on the phone," Dad said sternly.
"Gavin?"
"Do you have any other friends up there?" He was getting pissed.
"No, sir."
"Then put Gavin on the phone."
I held the phone up and motioned for him to come over. My other hand was still holding the big, fluffy towel up around my bare mid-section. My young friend tentatively got up off the bed and came over to the phone. He mouthed to me, silently, "What does he want?" I shrugged and handed him the phone.
"Yes sir?" Gavin said, sounding like the 10-year-old he was. I went and sat by the bed. What in the world could Dad want with Gav? This was driving me nuts.
For the next three minutes the two of them talked. It seemed like three hours. Gavin seemed shocked and surprised at what Dad was telling him. At first he looked really worried, then that looked vanished and was replaced with an amused smirk, which was directed towards me.
Ahh, _s_h_i_t_....I thought. What where those two talking about?!?!
Gavin's part of the conversation amounted to nothing more than "Yeah," and "Sure," and "Really?!" and "I think so," and "Oh yeah," and "I would love to," and another "Sure," and "I think so," and "I'm pretty strong for my age," (that one worried me!) and some random "Uh-huhs" sprinkled in., then ending it all with a big, heart-felt "Thank you, Mr. Grey! I will try not to let you down."
Finally, when he was done, Gavin handed the phone to me and said, "You Daddy needs to say something to you."
I got up off the bed and walked on over. I glared at my friend, who returned to sitting on the edge of the bed. He was looking so proud of himself, I wondered if Dad had decided to let him off of his punishment and let him watch television after all. This was just so unfair.
"Yes, Dad?" I said, my voice quivering a bit.
"Son, I will be up to the room about midnight to check on you, and make sure everything is all right."
"Uh-huh."
"I need you to help Gavin with something while I'm gone," he continued. "It's a pretty big, and if you do a good job, I promise I will never, ever spank you again."
Oh my god! This was excellent news!
"Yes sir!" I said, with a big smile on my face. Here I was, 14 years old, and I was getting excited about the prospect that my days over my Daddy's knees were almost over! Yippee!
"Now, Gavin's never done something like this, but I know you can help him out," Dad continued.
"Yeah."
"He may be a little nervous at first, but you assure him when he's doing a good job, and let him know how he can approve."
"Ok," I said....what the hell was Dad talking about???
"It would be a big relief to me if I know I can trust you with this," he continued. "It would prove that you are finally becoming an adult."
"Sure Daddy, whatever you want," I said. "Just tell me what you need me to teach Gav to do." Gavin about broke down laughing when he heard that.
"Son," Dad continued," I've asked your friend to step in for me and give you your spanking tonight."
"Wh-wh-what?!" All of the blood drained from his face.
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make sure he'll do a good job."
"But, DAD!" I yelled. "This is so not right!"
"Matt, this is the way it's going to be," Dad snapped. "Gavin is going to spank you. You are going to make sure he does an excellent job. I will be back to the room at midnight to make sure he has. If he hasn't, then three things are going to happen...."
"Dad, please!" I began to weep. "He's only ten!"
"The first thing that will happen, is I will spank you with a belt at midnight. The second thing, is that I will continue to spank you until your 18th birthday, and finally, you will no longer be allowed to babysat Gavin ANY MORE, Do you understand?"
"But, Dad....!"
"Do you understand, Matthew?"
I tried to compose myself. There was no other choice. I would have to have Gavin spank me instead of Dad.
"Yes Dad," I said. "I understand."
"Ok, you have about two hours," Dad said. "I expect to see a very red bottom, and a very contrite 14 year old when I get back. I love you son."
"I love you too, Dad," I said, as I hung up, glaring over at Gavin.