So, where's the action? Being patient is a virtue, my friends!
***
I hung up the phone and walked over to the bed. I was shaking I was so angry and upset.
"Did your Dad tell you?" Gavin asked, so innocently.
"Yes."
"So, you're going to be cool with that?"
"Do I have a choice?" I growled.
"No, not really," he said with a smile.
"This is so unbelievable!" I was dumbfounded. "I mean, you are the one who got into trouble, but somehow YOU are the one who is going to spank ME!?"
"Hey, think about how I feel? I don't get to watch television for the rest of the trip!"
"Yeah, but you still get to spank me!" I was furious.
"True, that is pretty bonus, isn't it!" He began bouncing up and down on the bed. "It'll be better than television, won't it?!"
"No, it won't."
"I didn't mean for you, duh!" he laughed. "I mean, I'm pretty sure you're going to be hating every moment of it. I was talking about ME! This will be better than television for ME!"
"I hate you."
"Ahh, no you don't, Matty!" he said, sitting next to me. "Don't be pissed! It was your father's idea! If you want, I don't even have to spank you at all, I'm just picking on you."
"No....no....he will know," I mumbled, stuffing my head in my hands again. "He's coming up at midnight, and he is expecting to see my ass glowing like it does when he's done with me."
"But I can't get it going like that, Matt!" Gavin said, in all serious. "I mean, I've never even been spanked, much less seen or even GIVEN a spanking. And plus I'm like only 10! There's no way I can spank you as hard as your father!"
"I'm suppose to teach you, Daddy said."
"I am still not as strong as your father! There's no way!" Gavin was actually sincere,
"That's his point, I think."
"What do you mean?"
"He doesn't want you to succeed, but he still wants to humiliate me," I said. "He is counting on you not giving me as good a spanking as he does, that way, that way he can weasel out of his promise.
"What promise?" Gav asked.
"He said that if you did a good job in punishing me, then he would never spank me ever again," I told him.
"Dude! Really! That's good news, right?" Gavin said, slapping my naked thigh. "Just think, no more spankings! It's what you've been talking about forever!"
"I suppose, it's just, you will need to really beat my ass," I said, looking at that hand that just touched me.
"I'm sure, that with your help, we could get the job done." He was smiling, as if he was a good friend who had volunteered a kidney in order for me to live. "We need to at least try, dude. Anything so that you won't have to be spanked by him anymore."
"Do you think you can handle it?"
"If I need to, I will spank you right up until he walks in, just to prove to him we are serious," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"We don't need to go that far, dude," I laughed, wiping my face from the tears. "But you will need to spank me hard enough so that it's still red at midnight, and that I won't be able to sit down for awhile. Maybe even into TOMORROW!"
"Can you teach me, then?"
"I....I guess I don't really have a choice," I stuttered. "But you can't tell anyone about this, ok? I mean, when we get home. This _s_h_i_t_ stays between us."
"Sure," he said, bobbing his head up and down. "Don't forget, I never did tell anyone about the time last week."
"Yeah."
The two of us were so anxious, it was maddening. "So, what do I need to know?" he asked. "You gonna teach me first, then let me do it, or what?"
"Well, I guess there's no way you can really learn how, except just do it," I said, looking over to the clock. "But there is still two hours until Dad shows up to inspect it."
"How long should it take?" he asked. "The actual spanking part?"
"Ten minutes, to make it nice and sore, but if you want to make sure you do a good job," I gulped, "...we should take a half hour."
"A half hour?"
"Yeah, maybe twenty minutes...the last ten would be good for me to calm down just a bit. Dad will know we waited until the end if he comes in and I'm still spazzin out."
"You gonna spaz out, Matt?"
"If you do your job right." I looked at the clock. "So we should wait until 11:30 then, I guess."
"But your Dad sounded like he wanted it done now," Gavin whined.
"But if we do it now, my butt will not be that red by midnight."
Gavin thought about that for a minute then offered a compromise. "Ok, how about we then wait an hour, to 11:00 PM. That way we can take our time."
"But I don't want to take our time!" I whined back.
"Tough," he said, smugly, "That's the way it's going to be. As you know, you have no choice."
"But that's a whole hour!"
"I know."
I brooded and brooded some more. I knew that in order for us to beat Dad at his own game, Gavin would need to really tan my butt. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he took his time? He's not that strong. I mean, I guess for a 10 year old he is, but since he has never done this before, he more than likely won't be able to smack that hard. God....! This was agony! However, the prospect that this might be my LAST spanking EVER was pretty cool, and I did say I would do just about anything to do it.
"Ok, fine, and hour it is," I looked at the clock again. "Want to play cards until then?"
Gav looked at the cards. He obviously was digging this power thing he had been given. "Nah, I think you need to take a bath first. I want you clean for you spanking."
"Dude! No way!" I shouted. "Dad gave me a spanking once after a shower, and it stung so much worse than normally!"
"Perfect! Go hop in the tub, naughty boy!"
"Hey!" I stood up, pointing my finger at him. "I am the babysitter here, not you! Just because you have a temporary little power thing happening, does NOT mean that you can tell me EVERYTHING. Got it!"
"Fine....I got a deal for you then," he said, smiling.
"What?"
"If you promise to teach me really good how to smack you, I mean REALLY smack you," he said, grinning.
"Yeah, I already said I would have to!"
"Fine, but if you promise to teach me well, I will not only play cards with you for you for an hour, but I will only spank you for a half hour."
This sounded strange to me. I thought it through, and wondered what the catch is.
"What's the catch?" I asked.
"First thing, is you drop that towel, and you play cards in the nude the entire time," he said, pointing at the big, puffy hotel towel I had wrapped around myself.
"Uh....what?!"
"And secondly, you agree to take a bath at 11pm."
"But I just told you how much spankings sting after baths!" I protested.
"I know," he said. "I thought you said you wanted to prove something to your Dad. You said this was suppose to be as worse a spanking as you have ever received."
"Yeah," I said, grimacing. I hated Gavin.
"Well, then, dude, I need all the help I can get!" He laughed. "If a wet butt is going to make it tougher for you to sit down tomorrow at breakfast, then a wet butt is what you should get, dontcha agree?"
I brooded some more.
"FINE!" I yelled. "I'll take the _f_u_c_k_ing bath, but why do I need to take the towel off now! You're going to be seeing me naked plenty soon enough!"
"Because you have been acting like a real prick about this whole thing, Matt, and it's just my way of getting a little payback," Gav said, still grinning.
"Payback? Payback for what?! You're the one who MISBEHAVED and I am the one who is going to be SPANKED!" I paused for effect. "AND BY YOU!"
"And you are acting like this is my fault? Dick head, it's still your Daddy doing this. I mean, it may be my hand, but it's your Dad," Gavin was getting pissed off. "I've offered to help you so that he no longer spanks you, and this is the thanks I am getting? Who do you think will give a worse spanking? Him or me? Seriously dude, you HAVE been acting like a big baby about this."
"I..I'm...."
"Don't say I'm sorry," I snapped. "If you really mean it, drop the towel and let's start playing some cards.
It was, without a doubt, the worst night in my life. Sure enough, without any more fussing or carrying on, I did drop the towel to the floor. For a moment I stood there naked, letting him get a good look at me in all of my hairless glory. Then I laid on my stomach and played cards with him for the next fifty minutes. The whole time he was eyeing my ass. It must have looked so inviting and tempting, but he was good. Occasionally he would ask questions like "Which is worse? A fast, hard spanking or a slow, longer spanking?"
He promised he would try both.
Sigh.
When it came time for my bath, he went and drew the water. He stayed with me, and made sure I stayed in the tub for the full half-hour. There the conversation was all about the impending spanking. At some point, my dick got rock hard, and there was nothing I could do to hide it. He smiled when he saw it (I'm sure he had never seen another boy erect before – I'm also sure that his little 10-year-old pecker was standing right up in his underpants!)
Then it was time....little Gavin announced I should get out of the tub, and join him in the hotel bedroom. He then instructed that I shouldn't towel off my butt, but should dry my front.
"I don't want your wet boner all over my pants!" he laughed.
Moments later, I came out. I looked at the clock....it was right at 11:30. Gavin was sitting on the bed, as he patted his lap. He didn't say anything until I was in position. Then, evidently, he became a tad bit hesitant.
"You sure about this, Matt?"
"Yeah," I sighed, looking over my shoulder. My arms were folded in half, and my head was lying on them.
"I....I don't know....suddenly it seems....I don't know...."
"_d_a_m_n_ it to hell, boy!" I yelled. "Don't be a pussy! Spank my ass, make it hurt like hell, and make sure I can't sit down tomorrow!!!"
Both Gavin and I were stunned as hell. But then I felt him cup one of my cheeks and give it a squeeze...I knew he was going to be doing the deed now.
"All right, you asked for it," he said, raising his arm. "This is going to hurt me, more than it's going to hurt you."
"It better not," I mumbled.
And then the real fun began.