I quickly stripped everything but my undershorts off and piled them into the laundry bag. I then went out back and gathered up Gavin's muddy clothes. Just about the time I got all of it in the washer I could hear the shower going upstairs. I was really hoping Gavin was kidding about telling Dad about this, or at the very least the shower was going to let him cool off a bit.
I got to work right away cleaning up the kitchen. It wasn't as bad as the living room. A quick mopping was all it needed. To my horror, I heard the shower stop just before I started working on getting the mud out of that white carpet. He couldn't be clean yet?!
"Gavin!" I yelled up the stairs. "Are you clean yet?"
"Yeah," Gavin called back down.
"You head washed?"
"Yeah!"
"With shampoo?"
"I said yeah, Matt! Jeez!"
"Ok," I said. "It just didn't sound very long."
"I don't take long showers, dude!" he laughed, before asking, "How long until our clothes will be clean?"
"At least another hour," I said, looking at the clock. That gave us just enough time before his folks got home.
"OK," he said. Gee, he didn't sound mad or upset. "You gonna take your shower now?" he asked.
"Yeah, in a moment," I said, as I started picking up the big pieces of mud off the carpeting as quickly as possible.
"Do you mind if I wear one of your shirts?" he asked. "The AC is cold, dude!"
"Sure," I said, pretty sure he was going to snag one of the hockey jerseys.
About ten minutes later he came in to see what I was doing.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He was wearing my double extra large Penguins jersey. It came all the way down to his ankles.
"Trying to get the rest of the mud up," I said, working at it with soap and water. I had also brought the vacuum in.
"That's not coming up, dude," Gavin said.
"It will," I said, defensively, knowing deep down that he was right.
"You should go ahead and get cleaned up," he said, putting his small hand on my shoulder. "I'll give your Daddy a call to see what we should do."
"NO!" I snapped. "Don't call him."
"He said for us to call if there were any questions," Gavin said, walking into the kitchen towards the phone. "Well, I have questions."
I followed him, getting between him and the phone. "Listen, you know what he's going to say," I said, putting both of my hands on Gav's shoulders. "Let me just see if I can clean this up."
"Didn't you say we would get into trouble if we got mud everywhere?" Gavin said, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, but I was trying to get the phone....!"
"Would your Daddy buy that excuse?" he asked, pointing at the mud in the dining room.
"No," I sighed.
We were silent for a few moments. We both knew this moment was going to come, I just don't think either of us was prepared for it to come within the second day of being back from Atlantic City.
"What should I do, Matt?" Gavin said, as he put his right hand around my back. For a moment it looked like we were dancing, as he pulled me slowly closer to him, my hands still on his shoulders. "Tell me what I need to do," he said in a whisper.
I gulped.
"You are going to have to spank me, Gav," I said softly in his ear.
"Like before?" he asked. We were both trembling a bit, as we held on to each other.
"No, this will have to be different," I said, closing my eyes. I didn't want to have to think about this. "Dad's going to see the mess in there....it's important that he knows....that he can trust....us...." I said, as I began to breathe heavily.
"How is it going....going to be different?" he asked, as his hand found it's way into the back of my underpants. He gave my left cheek a gentle squeeze – almost like it was saying "hi!" to an old friend.
"Dad told me....I needed to....to teach you other ways...."
"There are other ways to spank you?" he said as the other hand was now around my waste, and had joined its friend in the back of my underpants. "You going to teach me?"
"Yeah, I'm going to teach you." I didn't want to let go of him. This felt so good.
"You have been such a bad boy," he giggled.
"Yeah, I guess I have."
"Where should we do it?" he asked, almost panting. We were now fully pressed next to each other.
"Upstairs," I said, my eyes still closed. His hands had pulled down the back of my underpants, and were all over my exposed ass. "Upstairs in the bathroom," I said in a gasp.
"Before or after your shower?" he asked, his hands squeezing, and massaging and kneading my buns.
I was busy with my hands on the small of his back, as they slowly lowered to the bottom of the shirt, "Actually, I was thinking of maybe during." I lifted up the back of my hockey jersey, desperately wanting to get my hands on his bare back.
"I can't wait to start my learning, Professor Grey!" he laughed, not objecting to my lifting the back of my jersey up.
"You are a good student," I laughed. The more it rose up, the more was revealed, until I realized that my little friend wasn't wearing anything under my shirt.
"Should we start now, then, with you teaching me new ways?" he asked. My heart was about ready to burst out of my chest.
"Oh, yeah," I said, sniffling. "Come on upstairs and I'll show you one way."
We broke our embrace, as I took his hand to lead me up the steps to the bathroom. This moment had taken on an entirely uneasy, pleasantness about it that I can't quite explain. I don't know if it even makes any sense. All I know is that I was a 14 year old boy, stripped down to my undershorts, and I was leading the ten year old boy I was babysitting up to the bathroom, where I would teach him a new technique in spanking...ME!
"So....how are we going to do it, then?" he asked as we neared the top of the steps.
"Remember that story I told you about when I was eight?" I asked, stopping at the top of the stairs.
"Yeah," he said, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.
"Since I need to take my shower, it only makes sense to take advantage of it," I said, as we went into my father's room. "That's one lesson you need to learn, Gav."
"What....what lesson?"
"When it comes to spanking someone, you, as the disciplinarian need to take advantage of the situation." We stopped just outside of the bathroom door. I put my arms on his shoulders again. "Do you understand now?"
"I don't know....I think so...." Good thing he was cute, because he sure wasn't the brightest bulb.
"It's like now; I have to take a shower anyway, so take advantage of the situation and punish me in the tub," I said with a shrug. "I guarantee you that if you do this right I won't be tracking mud again like I did before."
"Oh, I'll do it right," he said smugly.
"I'll be the judge of that, pal," I said. "Just remember, that no matter where we are, are who might be around, you need to find the upper hand and use it."
"Even if other people are around?" he said shocked.
"Listen, I don't want to be telling you this crap, but Dad wants me to," I sighed. "If you want to make sure I am totally humiliated, spanking me in front of other people is a sure-fire way to do it."
"Did your Daddy ever do that to you?" he was intrigued.
"A few times, yeah," I said, letting go of his shoulders, as I opened the bathroom door. "One day remind me to tell you what happened t me at the zoo!" I took his hand and led him in there.
"Aahh, man!" he laughed. "I can't wait to hear THAT one!"
We walked into the bathroom and I let go of hi s hand. I went to the tub to turn the water on, as he sat on the toilet. That hockey jersey was big on me, and it practically dwarfed Gavin. I sat on the edge of the tub and waited until the water got hot enough.
"Go on," he said, anxiously. "Get out of your underwear."
"Hold your horses, little mister," I said, using a phrase that I hated when used to me by my Aunt Carla. "The water isn't warm yet."
"That's ok," he said, with a steel-eyed glare. "You don't need them any more today, Matt. Off with them."
The little prick was already playing hardball. I sighed, and stood up. "I have to get clean first," I instructed him. "You don't get to do anything until I am clean, got that?!"
"Sure, whatever," he said, making a 'talking' motion with his hand. "Get naked, dude. Time's a wasting."
I turned my back to him as I lowered my white underpants to the floor mat. I then leaned in again to test the water – it was now warm enough.
"You can put your underpants over with mine," he said, as I turned the shower on.
"What?" I said. "Where?" I turned my head around to look at him.
"In your room," he said, his eye defiantly not making eye contact with me.
"Why don't you go take them in there, then," I said, getting into the shower. "And while you are there, why don't you look for something you can paddle me with."
"Really?!" he said. "I get to paddle you too?"
"Of course you get to paddle me, Gav," I said. "Jesus! What did I tell you last time?" It felt so strange lecturing him, as I stood there naked in the shower.
"I just figured that this was going to be different," he said, almost in a whimper.
"Dude," I said shaking my head. "Dad expects you to take charge of me. I shouldn't keep telling you this crap, ok?"
I closed the shower curtain and shut my eyes. I was breathing so heavily. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I couldn't believe what I had been reduced to. I also couldn't believe how ungodly turned on I was by this.
I opened my eyes. My pecker was throbbing. It looked like it was trying to find still more skin so it could grow even more and more. I took the soap out and lathered it up. It felt so good. I scrubbed all 12 of my hairs that had batched themselves up around the top.
Ahhhh, man....I could get use to this.....
"You about done in there?!" Gavin snapped from outside the shower.
"Hey, give me a few minutes, ok?" I growled back. "You'll get your ass."
I ignored the attention I was giving my pecker, and started to lather up my head (my other HEAD you sick pervert!).
"Just hurry up," he giggled. "I'm not getting any younger!" Gavin laughed, and began whistling some tune. He sure was an anxious little ass-hole.
"Some of us actually want to get CLEAN," I snapped back. I guess I was too. I was anxious to be done with it.
"Just hurry up. I have one itchy hand!"
"Shut up," I snapped.
"That might be extra!"
"You can't punish me for being mean to you, Gavin," I said, reminding him. "This is strictly about the mud downstairs. Nothing personal." He didn't say anything, as he giggled and whistled so more. I just wanted to get it over with!
That may have been the fastest shower in my life. When my hair had all of soap rinsed out, I turned off the shower nozzle, and let the tub fill with water.
"You done in there?" Gavin asked, as he peaked from behind the curtain.
"Yeah, I suppose so," I said, pulling it all the way back.
I stood there for a moment looking at him. I was totally wet, and naked, and standing in the tub made me a few more inches taller than I already was. The top of Gavin's head was now at the same level as my nipples.
"Now what?" he asked, having a hard time not showing how excited he was.
"I need for the tub to fill up a little more," I said kneeling down. My rock hard four-inch _c_o_c_k_ was now sandwiched between my thighs and stomach.
"How many should I do?" he asked, kneeling next to the tub.
"How many slaps?" I said, as he nodded. "The same as before." I leaned over and turned off the water as it settled in.
"Look what I found instead of a flyswatter!" he asked, grinning like a mad man.
"Dad's hairbrush," I sighed as I then stretched my legs out and lay down on my stomach. "How original."
"I'm suppose to spank you like this?" Gavin asked, looking at me out stretched before him. He sounded almost like a little boy who just received the bestest Christmas present ever (hell – I bet the little turd STILL believed in Santa Claus! – this was so unfair).
"See how my butt is just barley sticking out of the water?" I said, pointing down to my extended, quivering, fleshy posterior.
"Yeah."
"It's going to be really easy for you to smack." I lifted my butt a little bit more and sunk back in. I hadn't realized how much by butt sticks out. It splashed up a bit.
"You said before the water is going to make it hurt even more, right?" Gav asked, his hand rubbing my naked ass.
"Yeah," I said, looking in his beautiful eyes. "It should hurt a lot more." My _c_o_c_k_ was pressed right up against the porcelain. I wish this moment didn't have to be interrupted by such unpleasantness.
"Anything else, oh great teacher, that I need to know?" he asked.
"Actually, yeah," I said, leaning up. "I don't want you to get my hockey jersey wet....you should put something else on. Maybe a ratty T-shirt, that thing is too nice."
Gavin looked down at the jersey, and then he looked up to me. A devilish smile appeared on his face as he stood up. "How about I just take it off," he said removing it with one motion over his head. "And not worry about getting any of your clothes wet?"
I looked up in awe. He was standing in front of me, as naked as I was. His body was golden, and tight, with the pale skin around his mid-section highlighted by the tan line. His blond hair....his blue eyes....his four foot, eleven inch beautiful body....it was all almost too much.
"You gonna spank me like that?" I asked with a gulp.
"Sure," he said kneeling back down. "You seen me naked before. It's no big deal, right?"
I guess it wasn't, or it shouldn't have been, but _d_a_m_n_ it if it wasn't! And it wasn't just a big deal, but that little bastard had a big, erect pecker too! I mean, for a little 10 year old it was enormous! _d_a_m_n_! I couldn't take my eyes off of it! WOOF! It was about as long as mine was, but it was much thicker – at least a full hand full. And on his small, naked frame it seemed like a giant, throbbing python.
"I guess I should get move....move closer to you then, huh?" he panted, as he leaned forward, where I could see only downy peach fuzz around the base of his circumcised _c_o_c_k_....well, at least there was ONE thing I had him beat at.
I turned my gaze away from the single most gorgeous sight I have ever seen, and prepared myself to be spanked. I needed it to be over as soon as possible....I couldn't take much more of this!