This was originally titled "Cal Ripken And The Bat Boy," and it was first posted on MMSA Stories on May 2, 1998.
Please note, that this is a work of fiction. The people in this story...well... I don't know how to break it to you, but they are not real. Sorry. This never happened. This never will happen. Once again...it is simply a work of fiction.
Jerry was warned not to bother any of the players during the game, but he just couldn't help himself. He was made the honorary bat boy for the Baltimore Orioles, and he was jabbering away (like only an eleven year old could), telling everyone that would listen that HE is the biggest O's fan on the planet.
First one he saw there was Rafael Palmero, the first baseman. Raffy was pretty laid back and had no problem signing the kid's baseball. He tossled the brat's hair, and went out for batting practice. Jerry then spotted outfielder B. J. Surhoff, and he scampered up to the tall man to try and get his autograph as he tried to exit the clubhouse. Annoyed, B. J. stopped and signed the book, then looked over for someone to usher the pest away.
"Hey Brady!" B. J. said, eyeing Orioles all star, Brandy Anderson. "Can you have your FRIEND usher little Jerry out to where he needs to be?"
Brady rolled his eyes, as he motioned to his gay lover to go help Jerry out to the field. Before he could, Jerry was all over him wanting an autograph.
"Dude, can't you wait until after the game?" Brady's butt-buddy said.
"No way! I need it NOW!" Jerry whined.
"What you need is a good spanking," Brady's lisping friend chuckled, as Brady shot him a 'dontcha you even think about it' look. Brady took the ball from the kid and started signing it, when walked past was future hall of famer, Cal Ripken Jr.
Jerry practically had his head explode from the excitement. He yanked the ball out of Brady's hand, and he started off after Cal. He was stopped short by Brady's pin-cushion grabbing him by the seat of his pants. "Didn't anybody tell you not to mess with Cal?" the big sissy said. "Especially now that he's in a slump!"
Yeah, someone had mentioned something to him, and he agreed to leave Cal alone, but as soon as he was free, he took off after baseball's Iron Man.
"Cal! Cal!'Caaaaaaaal!!!!" Jerry screamed in the most annoying prepubescent of voices. No such luck, though. By the time he got down the hall, Cal was already outside and warming up for batting practice.
"Hey Cal!" the bat boy screamed. "Come over here and sign my baseball!!" Cal ignored him, as he tried to focus on improving his hitting. "CAL! Can't you hear me?" the boy screeched, as Cal continued to find it difficulty to concentrate on hitting the little white ball.
"CAL! HEY CAL! DO YA HEAR ME?!" Jerry obliviously squealed to his hero, as Cal could now only envision hitting that boy's little white butt!
He tried as best he could, but during the entire batting practice he was being distracted by a four foot, ten inch, blond haired SHREW! Finally, when he was done, he could take it NO MORE! He threw his baseball bat down and marched over to Jerry.
"Hey, Cal!" Jerry said, not identifying the anger smoldering in Cal's eyes. "You threw your bat down! My coach always says not to throw your bat down. If we do we miss a game, but I guess they won't do that to you, huh, since you've like played in 20,000 games or something, huh?"
Cal took Jerry by the hand and lead him back to the clubhouse. The whole time Jerry yammered and yammered and yammered away. Passing Brady and his hump-buddy, Brady tsked-tsked the kid, and apologized to Cal: "We tried to stop him."
"Yeah, I even had hold of him," Brady's fudge-packed friend chimed in.
"Most have got away due to your limp wrist," Cal whispered; he was pissed at the world, and was looking forward to taking it out on this strange little kid's naked ass!
They made it into the weight training room, as Cal sat on one of the benches. He brought the kid in front of him and told him to shut the _f_u_c_k_ up: "Not only am I NOT going to sign your god _d_a_m_n_ ball, but I am going to take it and throw it away!" the suddenly evil Cal Ripken sneered.
"Nooooooooo!" Jerry cried out, his bottom lip quivering.
"But first, you are going to get a spanking!" Cal said, as he began to fumble with the front of Jerry's pants. Jerry didn't say anything, as his eyes completely bugged out. THIS was not the Cal Ripken everyone knew...this had to be some sort of pod person! Some sort of evil clone! Cal wouldn't spank a child who asked for an autograph! Roberto Alomar might. Mike Mussina might. But not Cal!!!
As Jerry's pants were being lowered, Jerry started sobbing, now wondering if it was really BILLY Ripken, Cal's loser, bitter brother, that was doing this heinous act. That would explain the poor hitting and fielding, Jerry thought, as his custom made Orioles pants fell to his knees.
Cal just stared at him and smiled. "You made this easy for me!" Cal said, as he positioned the kid over his lap; since he had to wear a jock strap, Jerry decided to go "pantless." At the time it seemed like a good idea, but with nothing covering his ass, and the front of the cup now riding up on him, as he was stretched out over this big man's lap, he suddenly felt like a little eleven year old boy who was about to get his bare backside spanked...which, of course, was what Jerry was!
Cal wasted no time in delivering the goods. First he started out slow, as his giant glove covered hand covered both cheeks, leaving it's impression. Methodically Cal spanked Jerry's naked butt over and over and over some more. Within the first five whacks Jerry was crying like he was a new born. By the tenth he was bucking up and trying to stop Cal from delivering any more heat to his seat.
"Pleas stop!!! I'll-I'll be goooooood!" Jerry blubbered. It would do no good. When Cal got to ten, he suddenly (without warning) started swatting the child's ass as quickly as he could, giving him a solid twenty spanks in less than half the time it took him to give the first ten.
Jerry was squealing and wiggling and in such pain, and by the time Cal finished with the fast series, he was limp and heaving like a fog horn. Cal didn't give in, as he returned to the slow method, giving an addtional twenty bare assed spanks. When he was done Jerry barely noticed, until he felt Cal put him back on his feet, and help him up with his pants.
"Get your _s_h_i_t_ together before you come out, ok?" Cal said, pointing his big, manly finger in the urchin's face.
"Yes sir," Jerry blubbered, as Cal left to go out and play one of his best games ever.
Jerry eventually got his act together, and was surprised when he found his baseball - Cal hadn't taken it after all! He didn't sign it, but he didn't take it.
"Hey!" Jerry thought. "Maybe after the game Cal can sign it then!!!" He walked out of the room, and rubbed his butt, still not making the connection.