Within moments of having dropped my pants for inspection by the manager of the software store that I stole from months earlier, I was being pulled over the lap of the very same stranger.
"WHAT!"
"I think it's only fair," Mark the Manager said, pulling me over my lap. "This will wipe the slate clean."
"GAVIN!" I screamed at my friend. "PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP!!"
"Matt," Gavin said. "I can't do anything about it..." he then laughed "...even if I wanted to!"
SPANK!
"You know you deserve it!" he continued, sitting back and watching the show.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
It had been so long that he was a spectator!!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOH! OH! OOOOOUCH!! OOOOOH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Oh my god! I was flipping out! THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME!!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "OOOOH!!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "PLEEEEASE!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "NOOOOO!" SPANK! SPANK! "OOOOOH! OOOH!! OOOOF!!!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "GOD! NOOOOO!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK
"OH! PLEEEEEEASE STOP IT!!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!!
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse it did, as Sammy the clerk opened the door wide open to see what all the commotion was about.
"Hey!" he said. "What is all the commotion about?"
I looked over at him, my eyes wider than saucers as he stood there, with the door wide open! AHHH! _d_a_m_n_!!
"NOOOOOO!" I screamed trying to cover my naked butt, to no avail - Gavin had come around and grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. I didn't need another set of eyes looking at my fleshy butt turn redder than it ever had!!
"I'm dealing with one of your little problems!" Mark growled at his employee.
"What do you mean: one of my problems?"
"This brat stole something last summer when you were on duty," he said smacking my sore butt again. "You may not recognize him like this."
I looked over and made eye contact, but only for a moment. I was much more concerned with the crowd that was forming in the store behind Sammy! A crowd that could see right in!!
"NOOO!" I whimpered again, now looking at Gavin, who was loving every horrid second of this.
"YES!" he sneered back.
"Can I watch?" Sammy asked.
"Who will watch the store?" Mark sighed. "I don't want to have another thief rip us off!"
"We can keep the door open!" Sammy suggested. "That way we can keep an eye on the register."
"Fine, just let me know if security shows up," he said, as he returned his attention to spanking me good and hard!!
SPAN! K SPANK! SPANK!!
I freaked! I just started screaming bloody murder like I had never had before.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
Mostly it was kids out in the store watching...
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!
And the louder I screamed, the more they seemed to enjoy it!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Just calm down, Matt," Gavin said right to my face, as he continued to hold my wrists. "He'll be done...whenever!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOH! OH! OOOOOUCH!! GOD! _d_a_m_n_! OOOH! FFF - OH! OOOOOH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
I wanted to get up and murder the little creep!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
If he only KNEW how hard and fast this monster was spanking me!!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "PLEEEASE!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "OOOH! NOOOO!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "I - I - I'll be GOOD!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "GOD NO! NOOOOO!" SPANK! SPANK! "AWWWWW! OH! AWW!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "STOP! STOP IT!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "OOOH HOOOOOO! PLEEEEASE!!!" SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOH! OH! OOOOOUCH!! OOOOOH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"Don't think this is going to be it, Matty," Gavin announced to me, and all of my witnesses, as I blubbered out of control.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"I know for a FACT that you have another spanking waiting for you at HOME!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
The jerks watching it laughed like hysterical loons at that one!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOH! OH! OOOOOUCH!! OOOOOH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
There was not a chance I could take any more!!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "LOOK AT THAT BUTT!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "That'll teach him from stealing!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Think I can smack him next!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "He won't be sitting down for a week!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Is he even crying, or is he speaking an alien language?" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Very funny, Ernie. You are so funny - not!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Bite me, cyber TURD!" SPANK! SPANK! "Is that color even red anymore?" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "HEY! Move, I was here first!"SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "I can't see!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
The freaks in the store sure were enjoying the show!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Mark finally stopped. He was breathing hard, like he had just run a four minute mile.
"Get up," he said to me, between breaths.
Very slowly I stood up. Water was just running out of control down my face. I didn't want to look at him or Gavin or Sammy or the dozen kids (and some adults) watching from behind the opened door. I just wanted to curl up and die.
Wild applause broke out - that had to have jazzed Mark, who didn't look like he had many fans in life.
"So," Gavin said, as I started pulling my pants up. "I guess all is good, huh?"
"Not yet," Mark said. "Come here." He then reached forward and grabbed Gavin.
"HEY!" Gav yelled out. "LET GO!"
"Yeah!" one of the kids watching yelled out. "Beat his butt too!"
"Make sure it's BARE!" someone else pleaded - friggin pervert.
"As far as I know," Mark said, turning my friend around, "You are just as guilty as your buddy."
"YEAH! He needs it more than that other guy!!"
"NO! NO!" Gavin said in total shock, as the man quickly undid his button flies, and let his blue jeans fall to his calves. "MATT! PLEASE!" Gavin begged me, desperately trying to keep his undershorts from going down.
"Sir," I said, reaching over and trying to protect my friend's butt with my own hands. "P - p - p - please...I was-was the one."
"Don't listen to him! He's a little brown noser!"
"Heh-heh...a brown nose and a red butt!"
They laughed again - more people gathered.
"So you say," Mark gruffed, as Gavin's undershorts suddenly found their way sliding down his waist, as another cheer from the mob went out.
"Please, sir," I tried once again, as he began to shoo my hands away. "Gavin didn't do anything. HONEST!"
SPANK!
"Unless you want another spanking, kid," Mark said.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"I would just shut up, and watch!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"SPANK HIM AGAIN TOO!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!
The mob's needs would have to come before mine or Gavin's that day.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!
And right then they NEEDED another spanking to watch!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
I looked at Gavin's defeated eyes, and I took a step back.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"I am so sick of little snits like you..." Mark grumbled, smacking Gavin's little bare bottom as hard as he smacked mine moments earlier.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH!!!" Gavin finally started to cry, as I winced along with him.
SPANK! SPANK! SPAN! K!!
"Little PUNKS!" Mark yelled.
SPANK!
"Coming into MY store..."
SPANK! SPANK!
"...and stealing MY STUFF!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
I felt so bad for my little friend. He was crying and squirming and looking so helpless.
SPANK! SPANK!
So beautifully helpless!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
There was nothing I could really do.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOH! PLEEEEEEASE! NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOO!!!!" He yelped out in vain.
SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!!
"Boss, you should let me spank them next too!" Sammy suggested.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
"Shut up, Sammy," Mark yelled.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! SPANK!!!
"You are lucky your ass isn't getting beat too!"
SPANK! SPANK!! SPAN! K!! SPANK!!!
The crowd "ooooh"ed at that one!
SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Still, it was impossible NOT to keep focused on poor Gavin.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!
"OOOH! GOD!! NO! IT'S NOT S - S - SUPPOSE TO BEEEE! OOOH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!! SPANK!!!
Poor dude - he thought he had the answers.
SPANK!!!
"YEEEEEOUCH!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Nope...there was nothing I could do, but sit back (as carefully as I could) and enjoy the show!
SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK! SPANK!!!
And hope the mall cops dodn't show up!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH! HOOOOOO!!!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
By now there was a group of about 25, mostly young kids, all watching the entertainment.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
More fun than a video game!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOH! OH! !! MAN!!! OH! PLEEEEEASE!!! OH!! OOOOOUCH!! OOOOOH!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Look at him wiggling!" SPANK! SPANK! "He's a wiggling fool! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Or just a fool!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "I mean, who steal something, then returns it!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "I once was spanked that hard!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Spanked for stealing I was!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "Never, ever stole again!" SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "It taught me a lesson, that spanking did!" SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOOH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHH!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
This sure taught me a lesson that day.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOH! HOO! GOD! PLEEEEEASE!!! OH! OH! OH!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Many lessons in fact!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
And NOT STEALING was at the top of that list!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
"OOOH! OH! OH! OH!! NOOOOOOO!!!!! PLEEEEEEASE!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
Gavin was limp over the man's legs. He was crying and crying like there was no tomorrow. Mark had that refreshed look. He motioned for Sammy to close the door, and he'd be out in a moment.
Eventually Gavin stood up. I gave him a napkin to wipe his face with. He did that before even pulling up his pants and underpants. I helped him with those, as the three of us were back there in silence for about five minutes before my little friend could calm down.
"Sir," I said to Mark, as I got my wallet out. "Can I buy that game for Gav? I brought some money."
"It's pretty expensive, son," Mark said. "Especially a viewing copy. Do you know how much I could get for selling those things on e-Bay?"
"I know. I was thinking that, maybe, I could buy another one then."
Gavin looked at me. "Don't do that, Matt," he said. "You don't have to do that. I - I don't need it."
Mark sighed and handed Gavin the game and said to keep it. "I'm not suppose to sell this, so keep it, ok?"
"Really?" Gav sniffled. "Thanks."
"Sure. I say you have earned it," he said, before adding. "But remember this: I never want to see either of you in this store again, do you understand?"
We shook our heads, and left the room where we were greeted by about fifty kids under the age of 14 all pointing and laughing and raising a fuss! Many of them knew Gavin, and a couple even recognized me.
"This sucks," Gavin whispered.
"We gotta try and ditch them," I said, as they followed us into the mall. This is what happens when word spreads through a mall on the busiest afternoon of the week.
Eventually we did shake them off out our....ahhh...tails. And when it came time to leave, the two of us went outside and waited for about forty minutes for his mother to show up and deliver us from this chamber of horrors that was the mall. Both of us had just been as humiliated as we thought we ever could be. I had hoped that, on some small level, all of this would be even.
"Your Mom's late," I said, looking at my new watch.
"Yeah," Gavin said, still looking at his feet. "I hope she doesn't find out about this."
"Or my Dad!" I said.
We were quiet for a few minutes before he asked, "Were you really going to buy the game for me?"
"Sure."
"How much money you got in there?" he asked, as his rough voice broke out - all of that screaming does hell on a young voice.
"Enough," I said, adding. "Vincent's grandparents pay me really well."
"Sounds like a better gig than babysitting me, huh?" he whispered.
I didn't know how to answer that. I just ran my fingers through his hair and said, "Would you stop it? You know how I feell about you."
He didn't say anything
"Think it will get back to her?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Who?"
"Your mother."
"You never know," he sniffled. "A lot of those kids...they know me. Their parents might know my parents."
"I guess it wouldn't be as big a deal if my Dad found out," I sighed.
"Yeah, I guess not."
"Hey, Gav? About your Mom..."
"Yeah?"
"Is she ok?" I asked.
"What?" he said. That made him look up.
"I mean, I don't mean anything by it," I said as I shrugged. "She just seemed really p. o.ed at you earlier."
"Oh," he whispered. "That."
"Yeah," I said, concerned. "That. Is everything all right?"
"No," he mumbled. "I mean, sure. I guess it is." He paused to think some more about it, before shaking his head 'no.'
"What's wrong?"
"What do you mean, what's wrong?" he snapped. "I was just spanked by a stranger in front of a crowd of kids who WEREN'T strangers!"
"I know that, it seems like something else, something about...oh... never mind." He was clutching the video game with both hands know, almost looking like he was praying. I thought I should leave it alone if he didn't want to talk about it.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I said fine."
"I really don't want to talk about it," he repeated, looking me in the eyes. I could tell more tears were trying to fight their way back out again - this was much more than the spanking or the video game. "She's just upset with me, that's all."
"She is? Over what."
"Nothing...she just...just...she just plans on making my life hell..."
"I'm sorry," I said, before I continued; "If she's upset, she should just punish you and be done with it. She shouldn't be dragging it out."
"She is going to punish me," he whispered again. "I really...Matt...I really don't want to talk about it."
"How is she going to punish you?" I said out loud. "I mean, she can't be too pissed off if she let us come to the mall."
He didn't say anything.
"Unless coming with me to the mall was a form of punishment!" I said, as he broke a smile. "There, see, you can still laugh. I told-ed you so!"
"Thanks," Gavin laughed. "Thanks, ERIC."
"No problem, Ga-Bin," I said, putting my arm around him. The poor guy was really upset about something, and I was pretty sure it wasn't just the public spanking he had just received, or that his plan for me had sort of backfired.
Before I could figure anything else out his mother pulled up and we carefully sat down in the van.
Oooh!
I was looking forward to soaking my ass in a nice, cool, tub of water!
Once again, it was a spooky quiet kind of ride. I amused myself by counting backwards from a thousand; it wasn't that long of a trip, but it kept me occupied so I wouldn't be a pest and have to go snooping through their groceries.
"I got them," I heard someone say, busting my concentration at 873. I looked up and realized it was Gavin's mother talking to her son.
"So," my friend muttered.
"When we get back," she said so softly to him that I could barely hear her from the back seat. "You will go to your room and I will help you get..."
"Mom! Nooooo!" Gavin began to cry a little bit.
"That was our agreement, young man," she snapped.
"It's too early in the day!"
"Tough!" she snapped. "I said I would let you go to the mall, and you wouldn't be a brat about this."
"But Matt invited me to his house tonight," he whined. My ears perked up - I hadn't, but I wasn't about to say anything that might get him in worse trouble.
"Fine," she said. "You can take them over there then, and Mr. Grey can help you..."
"MOM!" he cried out. "NOOO! PLEASE!!"
"Fine, then you stay home like we agreed," she said.
Man she was cold. I didn't know what they were talking about, but she sounded like a real bitch of a mother.
"PLEASE!" Gavin continued his groveling - the spanking had really word down his resistance. This was actually kind of cool - I had never seen this before, Gavin begging his parents not to punish him. "Can't we just do this tomorrow night?"
"We might then too if your sniveling continues," she said, adding, "But if you want, your friend can stay over at our place tonight."
"Will I still be...punished?" he whispered.
"Of course," she said.
The van was quiet again. I hadn't officially been asked to spend the night, and I didn't know what that would mean, at his point. Would Gavin be too punished to punish me - I knew he still planned to give me another, more intimate spanking, sometime when we got home. He didn't say so, but I was pretty sure it would be while we were spending the night. But what kind of punishment could it be that he would get? What would his folks do to him and...I shook my head. I couldn't figure any of this out.
I started looking around again, counting down the moments before I was out of this oppressive mini-van, when I saw IT...
IT , which was sticking out one of the brown Shopper's Food Warehouse bags...!
OH....
IT was the thing she had gone to buy!
MY........
IT was the thing Gavin didn't want me to find out about!
GOD...........!
IT suddenly made sense!
"Matt," Gavin said, startling me. Did he see me looking at the grocery back filled with...?
"Yeah, Gav?" I said, closing my eyes, trying to block out what I had seen, and what they more than likely meant.
I didn't see that, I didn't see that, I didn't see that*
"Can you spend the night tonight?" Gavin said.
"I, I don't know," I said, huffing, as I opened my eyes.
Crapola!!
They were still there!!
"Please," Gav said, turning around in the passenger seat to look at me. "It would really mean a lot to me."
"Why?" I asked. I was still processing the other information I had seen, and the fact that Gavin asked me to spend the night for the first time EVER hadn't really sunk in either.
"Because it would be...ahhhhh..." he stopped himself, as he went pale.
Oh my god!!!
He looked at his mother, then back at me, then he looked over to the grocery bag . His eyes widened - he saw what was sticking out - he recognized what that meant - HOW COULD THEY BE SITTING OUT LIKE THAT! It was like I could read his freakin' mind!!!
He closed his eyes...oh, NOO!.
He knew that I now knew....!
Was that why he wanted me over!?
He opened his eyes, about the moment we entered the neighborhood. He had calmed himself down very quickly - he was getting good at turning his emotions off. Not something that you want when you are 11 years old.
"Since you are my - are my babysitter," he said, clearing his throat, really trying not to cry again. Poor fella. I wanted to say out loud that it was all right. He didn't need to say anything. "I think you should come over tonight and help - and help my Mother punish me." This must have been torture for him!
Oh, my...!
I wasn't sure where this was going...!
OOOH...MY!!!!!!
I knew I didn't like it...!
"What?" his mother said, looking at her son like he lost his mind. "You want him to be there?"
"Sure. He is my babysitter, Momma," Gav said. "He knows me better than anyone, and will - and will be able to help - tonight."
I closed my eyes. I really felt like I was going to be sick.
"Let me see if I understand this, child. You want Matty," she said, pulling the van into their driveway, "to help me change your diaper?"