It was 12:45 in the morning, and I was exhausted. I had long sense taken my arms down from my head, and they were resting by my side. My legs were almost as sore as my well-spanked ass. The crying and carrying-on had made me more tired as well.
"Gavin," I said, to my young friend who was still in the bathroom.
"Yeah," he said, quickly.
"I'm going to leave the corner," I told him, as I turned and went to the bed.
"OK, I'll be out in a moment," he said, as he turned on the faucet.
I collapsed face first on the bed. My disturbing erection had disappeared, along with any hopes that my father would be home any moment now. I really wanted to cry some more, but I didn't have it left in me. I found myself fading asleep as I heard the faucet turn off, and Gavin come back in the room.
"Wow!" he said, with a huge grin. "Your butt is still really red!"
"Really?" I said. My voice was so hoarse.
"I did an excellent job," he said, kneeling next to me on the bed. "How do you feel?"
"Like crap," I admitted.
"Think your Dad will be back soon?" He began rubbing my butt again.
"I don't know, but I do know I can't stay awake much longer," I mumbled.
Gavin didn't say anything else. He just kept rubbing and rubbing my stinging flesh. Oh, it felt so good. As bad as the spanking had felt, this felt that much better. I shifted my weight around, so that I was flat on my stomach, and I wrapped my arms across the pillows. He kept going with his gentle, circular rubbing. And before I knew it, I was dead asleep.
Dad woke me up about 6:30 when he stumbled in the hotel room. I noticed that I was now under the covers, and my naked body was inter-twined with my little friends. I wanted to say something to Dad, but I was still so sleepy, I let him stumble on over to his bed without incident.
I cuddled back up with Gavin, and reached my hand around to hook my thumb into his only article of clothing – his undershorts.
I woke up next about an hour and a half later. Gavin was already awake, and dressed. He was watching television, with the volume muted. Dad was still passed out cold.
"Hey," he whispered with a big grin.
"Hey," I said, sheepishly.
"Your Daddy is back," he said, pointing at him.
"I know," I said. "I heard him come in last night, actually, I guess it was this morning."
"Should we wake him?"
"No way!" I snapped, still trying to keep my voice soft – which was a sure-fire way to end up face down over his lap.
"What about your butt?" Gavin said. He must have been pretty proud of his handy work, the way he was anxious for Dad to see it!
"Well, it still might be red later on," I said, not entirely convinced myself. "Besides, he was the one who came in late. We up-held our end of the bargain."
"You mean YOUR END, dontcha!" Gavin started snickering. Ahhh, jeez! This was what I DIDN'T want – to be the BUTT of Gavin's joke!
I slipped out of bed and put some clothes on, then the two of us went downstairs to get some of the Sunday buffet. It felt good to be out of the room for awhile. My butt still tingled a bit, but I was afraid that the proof of the previous night's working-over would be gone soon.
Before we left, the snotty security guard came over and sneered at Gavin. "I'm surprised to see you down here, little boy," he said.
"Why?" Gavin said, slightly _c_o_c_k_y.
"I am shocked you are able to sit comfortably, eh?" the guard laughed.
"Ooooh!" Gavin chuckled too. "Don't you worry – there was quite a proper tanning of the hide last night, if you know what I mean."
The guard laughed hard again, as I scoured. "You seem to be in good spirits, despite what happened, heh?"
"Oh, I learned my lesson," Gavin said, in the most contrite 11 year old fashion. "A little bare bottomed licking every once in awhile is good for a boy, right?"
The guard was now in hysterics – he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Boy, you are one in million!" he said, leaving us alone.
"Can you believe that _s_h_i_t_ head?" Gavin whispered.
"Watch your language," I mumbled.
"Or what?" he laughed. "Will you make me spank you again!" He really burst out laughing.
I didn't say anything. We finished eating and made our way back to the room. When we got in, Dad was sitting on his bed, watching television.
"Good morning, boys," Dad said, looking bemused.
"Good morning Mr. Grey," Gavin said.
"Morning, Dad," I said, as I closed the door behind me. My heart began to race again.
"Were you boys good last night?" he asked.
"Yes sir," I said, as both Gavin and I sat on our bed.
"I hope I didn't wake you up last night," he said, turning the TV off with the remote.
"No," I said my heart rate quickening. I was sure it was going to burst right out of my chest. "I mean, I heard you, but I was able to get back to sleep."
There was a really awkward silence, as Dad looked from Gavin to me then back to Gavin, and finally back to me. He squinted his eyes, and _c_o_c_k_ed his head. "Do you boys have something to show me?"
Gavin acted like he was going to say something, but evidently language had escaped him at that moment. He then looked at me.
"Do you mean the punishment?" I someone was able to ask.
Father nodded.
"Yes, sir, I was punished last night," I said in an exhale of tension and worry. "Gavin did an excellent job of punishing me last night."
Father looked not all together convinced.
"Really?" He said, looking at my friend. "Is this the truth?"
"Yes....yes sir," Gavin said. "Matt told....told me what to do, and I, well, I did it."
"Hmmmmm," he said. "Do you really expect me to believe, that a little child like you was able to properly punish my teenage son?"
Gavin didn't know how to answer that. He just sat there with his mouth open.
"Yes he did, Father," I finally spoke up. "Gavin took his time to make sure I was good and punished."
Father glared at me. I could tell that he was unhappy that I answered a question posed to my friend. He then smirked, and said, pointing at me, "Well, if he did such a great job, then let me see...."
"You want to see?" I said, as my breathing got more and more pronounced.
"Don't act so surprised, son," Dad said. "You knew all along that I would need to inspect your friend's work."
"Yes, but, well, I was, I mean we were, um, we were expecting you to, um, inspect it last, um, night when it was still, ah....um...."
"fresh!" Gavin chimed in.
What a pal.
Father didn't say another word. He simply motioned for me to drop the pants right then and there. I knew that there was nothing left to do, but let my father see my ass. I was only hoping there was still evidence from the night before.
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