[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.]
Inside the watermill, everyone had just gotten their fantasy fulfilled. First, Jem had gotten the chance to have a dozen boys' butts on the receiving end of his paddle. Then, by springing his clever trap, Jeff got his dream of seeing Jem's previously virgin buns get toasted by those same dozen kids, led by the small, _c_o_c_k_y blond Jesse's ultra-enthusiastic cropping.
And now, Jem was given the opportunity to deliver any payback he could dream up to Jesse's backside.
"Anything I can think of?" Jem asked Jeff.
All the kids were dressed except for Jem and Jesse. Jem's rump was still roasting red hot from the two hour shellacking he had suffered and he was not going to put on his tight jeans yet. And Jesse remained stripped to receive the payback that was being dreamed up in the darkhaired boy's mind.
"Whatever you say, it's your deal." Jeff confirmed.
"Good," Jem smiled, the nude boy's maypole rising with the thought of what he was going to do. This got Jesse even more worried.
"Now dude," the little blond pleaded as the whole troop anxiously awaited to see what Jem had dreamed up, "just remember the four hundred I gave you was payback for what you gave me."
"Yea, but my two hundred wasn't hard because my arm got tired," Jem kept grinning, "and you had everyone giving me double what they got, taking turns so no one's arm got tired. That was a dozen arms against my one arm. That wasn't fair."
"So..." Jesse speculated, "you're going to have everyone take turns on my butt?" He was hopeful, because they were all his friends and they would take it easy on the tot's tail.
"No," Jem grinned, "I'm thinking of using a paddle that won't get tired."
The nude brunette preteen pushed the stop for the gears of the watermill and the giant paddlewheel ground to a halt. The water was roaring now that it had to rush around the stopped paddleboards. The huge power of the river was awesome. Jesse looked very nervous and now his boner was in the company of every other boy's stiff twizzlestick as they all realized Jem's ingenuity.
"No way, dude," the little blond shook his head no, "you couldn't possible be thinking that...."
"Not only thinking, my friend," Jem winked at Jeff. "Doing it."
Against Jesse's loud protests, the whippersnapper's wrists were bound and the rope thrown over the center beam. He was pulled up with his arms over his head, and he was maneuvered towards the paddlewheel.
"Noooooooo," Jesse pleaded, "come on you guys, you can't do this. Pleeeeaaaaaaazzzzzze NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
The boards were large, wide, thick and wet. The wheel had been stopped so that one of the 16 paddles was sticking out exactly at the three o'clock position, seven feet above the mill floor. Jesse was manuevered so he sat on that wet paddle, his arms pulled taut above his head.
Just opposite the paddle was the flex beam, and Jesse's ankles were lashed to it with his legs spread far apart. Now his arms were stretched straight up and his legs were stretched straight forward so he was in a perfect L-Shape with his butt resting in the middle of the paddlewheel's plank. His miniature mushroom head was bright red on top of his rockhard celerystick. His eyes were wide open in disbelief.
"Please, Jem," the kid quivered half from his cold, wet seat and half from anticipation of the water-powered paddling he was about to receive, "please dude, I'll do anything you ask. ANYTHING. PLEEEEEEAAAAAASE."
"In about ten minutes," Jem replied, "We'll talk about what you're willing to do to make it stop."
Jem moved to the release bar. All the kids stood looking in awed anticipation. Jem looked to Jeff who gave the thumbs up. Jem pulled the release.
"Oh please, no, no, no, please don't" Jesse started sobbing.
The water began to rotate the paddlewheel. The board Jesse was sitting on started to rise and the boy went up. As the wheel continued to slowly turn, Jesse was dropped onto the next paddle coming up. His bottom made a wet SLAP as he landed on his new seat.
"Oh," Jesse let out a worried exclamation. It didn't hurt, but he couldn't help it.
But the wheel was picking up momentum, and as the next board rose and dropped him, the board after that was coming up with more force.
SLAP! Okay, that hurt, Jesse thought.
SLAP! "Ow," that hurt even more.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The paddlewheel was picking up speed. Jesse was getting tossed up now by each paddle board and soundly smacked as he dropped onto the upswing of the next plank.
"Okay guys," Jesse started to beg, his voice stacattoed by the smacking. "Ow ow ow... this isn't Ohhhhhh... this isn't funny... owwwwww ow ow ow ... please.... come on...."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
But the kids all found it very funny and were hooting and hollering as Jem's genius was reaching climax.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze," Jesse was shouting now above the smacking that was sending waves of pain through the boy's butt with increasing speed and impact.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"AAAAAYYYYYYE CAAAAAAAAN'T TAAAAAAKE EEEEEEEETTTTTT ANYMOOOOOOOOORE" the boy bellowed as his bottom bounced off the boards like a paddleball.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The wheel was going in full motion. Jesse was getting a full speed monster spanking with each wet plank plastering a tremendous pounding at a rate of two wallops per second.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Jesse was beyond words now and was just hollering at the top of his lungs as his seat continued to sear at heights of pain he had never imagined.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Jeff nodded with impressed admiration at Jem's genius. The other kids were shouting almost as loud as Jesse in awed amazement. Jem just stood with crossed arms, a satisfied look, and calculated it out for himself. 120 swats a minute... ah, just say 100. Jem figured he got at least 800 swats from the dozen kids... including the 400 from Jesse alone. So doubling that meant that the bouncing bawling brat was going to get his buns burnished for at least twice that number. That was at least a 15 minute ride on the paddle of ultimate pain.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Jesse went from hollering to uncontrolled sobbing to begging and finally just resolved endurance. Jem broke out all the free party favors he had promised to his future customers and they enjoyed every second of Jesse's fifteen minute paddle run.
Finally Jem pushed in the stop bar and the paddlewheel ground to a halt. Jesse, realizing his ordeal was over, burst into an new round of tears.
"Please take me dooooooooowwwwwn," the contrite kid sobbed.
"Well, actually," Jem mused, "I'm going to need some help expanding my customer base. You give me all the free services I want. Whenever I say so, you have to drop your shorts and undies and take whatever I want to dish out. Deal? You do that and you'll get all the free goodies you want."
"Okay," Jesse sniffed. "Anywhere but in school."
"No," Jem sternly warned, "especially in school. In fact, your red butt is going to be on display on the playground first thing in the morning to help get kids attention and respect. If fact, I think I'll give it to you bare handed over my knees in the middle of kickball at recess. But it's either that or another fifteen minute ride for your fanny on this ferris wheel."
"NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOO!" Jesse cried out as Jem's hand rested on the release bar. "I'm yours, dude. Whatever you say."
"That's what I like to hear," Jem said winking at an impressed Jeff. "We'll make a great team."