[NOTE - If you have been reading these chapters, you've figured out these are CARTOON CHARACTERS. It's like on Tom & Jerry when one gets hit with an anvil and hollers and is back to normal in 2 seconds. Don't take any of this too seriously.]
Jeff did his promised time in Gabe's dungeon, and then the slender blond boy made _d_a_m_n_ sure that a fresh pair of buns other than his own were scheduled for the teenager's parties from then on. In return, Gabe made good on his promise to give all the party favors Jeff could carry. Jeff became the most popular kid at school and had anyone at his beck and call to do whatever he was told.
The one exception was Jeff's best bud: a small, quiet dark-haired youth named Jem who was the opposite of the tall, outgoing tow-head. Jem was a greedy party hog and was always pestering Jeff to get in on the action, especially the parties of the bigger kids at Gabe's place. And at school, when Jeff was eager to get a schoolmate's seat sanded, Jem was the first to volunteer--- even beg--- to delivery the dressing-down of the dude's duff. But the one thing that Jem refused to do was let his own stern to get stripped or strapped. And of course Jem's tail was what Jeff wanted the most. He would find a way!
Finally the blond boy figured out how he was going to trick his brunette bud into getting his butt blistered. Jeff told Jem he'd let Jem get in on all the action and his first job was to deliver party favors to a crowd of kids that gathered at the watermill after school on Fridays. Jeff told Jem he could make the boys pay whatever price he wanted.
That warm afternoon, Jem looked on at the dozen kids who lined up eagerly to get their hands on party favors for the weekend and he got the stiffest hardon he had experienced in his life thinking about having these young butts as his command. Jem sat on a crate in the watermill with a paddle across his knees. He was smiling. Jeff was standing off to the side with arms crossed. He was smiling even more.
"Payment will be on delivery," Jem announced, "that is to say NOW! If you're interested in party favors, strip down all the way and get in line. Tell me how many you want, and you pay ten swats for each one."
The kids all looked at each other and there were murmurs of "oh maaaaaan" and "this sucks, dude". But within two minutes, there were twelve nude boys standing and waiting to pay. Jem hopped off the crate and indicated for the first boy to bend over the box and spread his legs far apart.
"How many?" Jem asked.
"Just one," the kid said glumly.
"Wimp," Jem laughed, and took aim with the paddle.
WHAP! The wood cracked against the tike's taut buttocks.
WHAP! "OOOOWWWWWWWWW", the pale tail was now turning pink.
WHAP! ":YEEEOWWWEEEEEOWWWWEEEO WWWWWEEEEE," The other kids were nervously licking their lips, looking at each other and at the paddlee's butt with worried glances, and some were unconsciously rubbing their own rumps and wincing with each wallop.
WHAP! "OOOHHHHHHHHHHH" The pink blush was now turning to a bright crimson.
WHAP! "UMPHH" The kid was starting to get a handle on the pain and was hanging on to the crate with both hands as his bottom bounced up and down with the burning sting.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Jem delivered the final five swats with relish. The paddled pup hopped off the crate and stood with burning red buns and the next kid reluctantly stepped up, announced he wanted two packs, took a deep breath, and leaned over the crate to receive his twenty licks.
Jem was having a field day on the fledglings' derrieres and soon eleven little bottoms were glowing red and pulsating with the lingering sting. Most of the kids asked for 2 or 3 packets of party favors and rode out 20 or 30 smacks on their southernly regions. One kid had the balls to ask for 5 and the whole crowd marveled as a delighted Jem made him pay painfully with every pop.
The last kid in line was Jesse, the smallest of the group but definitely the sassiest of them all. The little blond squirt had purposefully put himself at the end of the line, because he knew that Jem's slender arm would soon tire from all the paddling. So he felt pretty secure in his request for 20 packs.
"Twenty?" Jem exclaimed. "That's 200 swats!"
"Yeah, yeah," Jesse hiked his butt over the edge of the crate. His feet didn't even reach the ground. "Try to show like you even have some spunk, will ya?"
This infuriated Jem, who began raining swats on the brat's behind with fast and furious motion, which was Jesse's plan. The compact tike hung on tight for the ride, but he knew his strategy was working. Jem, already tired from spanking eleven boys in a row, was quickly losing steam by the fifteenth crack on Jesse's _c_o_c_k_y can. Now his swings were weak and Jesse's rosy cheeks were easily absorbing the light licks. By the forty count, Jesse was actually smiling. He was racking up the party favors big time and barely getting his fanny tickled. After a hundred, it was clear that the effort was causing more pain to Jem's arms than to Jesse's ass! It was an excrutiating effort for Jem to barely tap off the second hundred pats on Jesse's patoot. Jesse mugged to the crowd through the last hundred so that Jem was equally humiliated for his effort as he was exhausted. Even though the other kids had painfully paid a lot more to receive a lot less, they all laughed at Jem's discomfort and embarrassment.
Once Jesse got his two hundredth tickle, he jumped off with utter glee.
"Okay, Babe Ruth," the little blond taunted the older brunette. "Where's the goods?"
Jem was relieved it was over and was angry his pleasure had ended with him being the butt of the boy's joke. But he turned to Jeff and asked the tall slender blond for the party favors. This was the beautiful moment Jeff had been waiting upon for such a long time.
"Well now," Jeff smiled and stroked his chin, "you negotiated a price with all these little brats, but you haven't worked out a price with me yet."
"WHAT!" Jem asked incredulously, "Dude, you said you'd let me distribute it for you and charge what I wanted."
"And you can," Jeff nodded. "But we didn't say what I would charge YOU."
The dozen kids who had just gotten their keisters clobbered began to murmur with discontent.
"What are you trying to pull?" Jesse demanded. "You paddle our asses for goods you don't even have?"
"You'll get your stuff," Jem said, looking a little nervous.
"We better," the small blond was now rallying the group of kids, "or someone is going to get twice what he laid out."
"Actually," Jeff said with arms crossed and eyes lit up, "I think I'd like to see that."
Jem's balls felt like he was in an elevator plunging suddenly downward. "Dude, no way."
"Yes way," Jeff said. "This'll be a lesson to you to make sure you have what you're giving away."
"Yes WAAAAAAYYYYY," Jesse shouted with joy. All the other kids seemed to take delight in this as well.
"Jeff," the brunette buddy pleaded, "Dude pleeeeeeease don't do this. We can work something out."
"We're going to work something out all right," Jesse said pointing to the crate. "Get your clothes on the floor and bend over that crate. We're going to work out your butt like you've never gotten it before."
Jem had never gotten any swats before, but only Jeff knew that. And Jeff was definitely grinning with that knowledge when he repeated his order more firmly, "Strip dude. I think you're going to remember this one for a long time."
Jem saw that he was going to get it one way or the other, and it would be better to get it with some dignity. He was quivering as he removed the last stitch of clothing and climbed up on the crate. Four kids descended on his wrists and ankles with ropes and his arms were stretched out and his legs spread wide.
"Double the swats, right?" Jesse asked Jeff.
"You bet," Jeff nodded.
"Ohhhhhhh" Jem already started to moan with just the thought of what he was going to get.
Jesse organized the lineup, placing himself first and allowing a breakup of swat delivery. He was going to make sure every swat was at full strength. He figured most of the kids were delivering 40 and 60 and one was due to give 100. And Jesse had 400 himself to dole out. So he announced that each kid would get to deliver twenty swings and then go to the back of the line to rest for their next turn.
"After all," Jesse smiled at Jeff who was looking with admiration, "we wouldn't want anyone's arm to get tired."
Since Jesse had 400 to dole out, he was going to be the exception and dish out 40 at a time, and go again after every fourth kid. With a dozen kids going two, three and four times, it looked like Jem's tail was going to take a two hour trouncing by the continuous rotation of prepubescent pipsqueaks aching for payback.
Jesse stepped up with paddle in hand and rubbed it teasingly against Jem's quivering mounds. The pale cheeks got two soft pats and then Jesse pulled back to commence the pasting.
Jesse was the smallest kid there, but he was built strong and compact. Jem had no idea how powerful the stripling's swing was going to be.
WHACK! "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" Jem hollered a-la-Macaulay Culkin.
WHACK! "Wait, no, stop, stop," Jem struggled against his restraints.
WHACK! "Wait just for a sec..."
WHACK! "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHEEEEEEEET OH MY AAAAHHHHHH"
WHACK! Jem's white tail was now quickly turning bright red as he continued to holler.
WHACK! Even being tied taut across the edge of the crate, the boy's butt was wagging wildly against the assault on his ass.
WHACK! "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY"
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Puuuupuuupuuuuleeeeeezzze, Jeff," Jem whined, "pleeeeeeeezzze make them stop."
"You pay to play," Jeff said, adjusting his own banana that was bulging at the playout of the tall blond's ultimate fantasy.
Jesse, with an impish grin, got his rhythm. Jem's breech felt like a thousand stinging bees were going ballistic on his buns.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The intensity of the burning butt had the bent over boy bawling full force "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeze stop,"
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Each swat sent a new wave of pain across Jem's affixed fanny. Now the regretful runt was barking out with every round delivered to his rump.
WHACK! "AW" WHACK! "AW" WHACK! "AW" WHACK! "AW" WHACK! "AW"
Jem's sorry ass was exhausted and no long jerked or jounced with the julbilant pounding. The nude neophyte lay limp and let the last five licks light up his flaming hot leeward side.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Jem actually started moaning again once the shellacking stopped. For as Jesse stepped back, assessed his handiwork, and handed the paddle to the next in the line of eleven boys, Jem realized this was only the beginning.
The pounding began again on Jem's posterior and Jesse convinced Jeff to go ahead and pass out the party favors for everyone to start partying. So Jem's thrashing took a very long time and the kids, all partying their brains out, were in no rush to finish delivering their due.
But the end finally came. As Jesse was pommeling Jem's poor patoot for the 360th through 400th of his personal payback, Jem's behind was just petered out. The bruising wasn't conveying any more pain at that point. It was just a matter of making sure the surly showoff was getting every lick promised him... and a matter of how many days would pass before Jem would be able to sit down without wincing.
Finally, Jem was released and Jeff decided to throw a bone to his buddy.
"Okay, Jem," Jeff said, "I think you get the message. From now on, if you want to help me passing out party favors, there's no charge for you. And to be a good sport, I'll let you select one of your charges here to get whatever you can dream up right now."
"Anything?" Jem looked directly at Jesse and grinned. The small sassy blond gulped.