"And for that, he would make Tom pay...?!" I screamed.
"What's wrong with that?" Vincent said, breaking character.
"Where do I start?"
"Hey, this is my story..."
"No it's not, it's Samuel Clemens' story, and you have turned it into something...something...I don't know what it is, but it's something not quite right." I was not big into games. "Somehow you've made 'The Adventures of Tom Sawyer' sound like an Arnold Schwartzenegger film!"
"Oh, don't be silly."
"Huck would never think that about Tom...he never DID think that about Tom...he was NEVER going to make him PAY?!"
"Oh, you're no fun, Matt," Vincent said.
"I'm no fun?" I screamed. "Excuse me...I AM ALLOWED NOT TO BE FUN! I'M BEING SPANKED!"
"Just take your third spanking like a big boy, and we can be done with it and go have some breakfast."
"Excuse me, this is NOT my third spanking today," I reminded him. "It's my fourth!"
"Yeah, yeah, whose counting. Come on over here and get over my lap, TOM!"
"Fine, HUCK, if it will make things right, I guess I don't have a choice."
"Get naked first."
"Naked? How am I suddenly naked if I am Tom Sawyer?"
"Well, if you had stuck with my story, Huck spanks Tom while skinny dipping on the island."
"Ahh, man!" I coughed a few times and put my hand to my forehead. "Great, I am now officially sick."
"Stop your whining! GET NAKED!"
"Fine, I am doing this, but I am doing this on the condition that this is it for this game!" I began to strip.
"You really don't like this?"
"No, it's ridiculous. These people never acted like this."
"Oh, and me being 'Robin" as you as 'Batman' spank me with your 'Bat Paddle' wasn't silly?"
"That's different."
"How is that different?"
"I don't like to be spanked!"
"I don't like to be spanked either!"
"Could have fooled me," I muttered, dropping my pans (sans undershorts).
"You are really being a brat, Matthew!" he said, sitting down.
"Takes one to know one," I said under my breath as I walked (naked again) over to him, and went over his lap for yet another spanking.
"So," Vincent asked, before giving it to me again." What did you REALLY think of this game?"
"I – I think that Mark Twain is spinning in his grave like a top." I was a little nervous answering that from the position I was in.
"Oh, come on," Vincent said. "It wasn't that bad." His hand began rubbing circles over my naked flesh. "It's mostly the same text. Mostly."
"You got things all out of order," I pointed out.
"So, it was more fun this way," he said. "Don't forget, I wrote this originally with ME in mind as Tom."
"I know, I know."
"And I wouldn't be such a baby about it."
"No, you would be handling this better than me, I am sure," I sighed.
"So, any other problems with my rewritten text?"
"Ahhhhh..." How to answer? "I doubt Huckleberry Finn ever spanked Tom Sawyer for coming clean about Muff," I blurted out, clinching my eyes shut. I figured that if anything would bring that first palm down, it would be that. When I wasn't swatted immediately I turned my head over my shoulder to look at him in the eye, hoping that he would see the wisdom of NOT spanking me again.
"I'm guessing those boys did a lot of things that old Mr. Twain never wrote about," was his answer.
"You have an evil little imagination," I sighed. "Anything you LIKED?"
"I liked that you didn't make me really sign that thing in blood."
"Well, that was just gross."
"Yes, it would have been."
"Anything else about the story?"
"I thought we were going to be just Huck and Tom... since when did you get to also become the teacher and Aunt Polly too?"
"Should I have invited Gavin Snyder over to play the teacher, or Cameron Yates to be your Aunt?"
"GOD NO!"
"Well, I needed a teacher and an aunt, and so I was them."
"Hmmm."
"Like I said, Mr. Smarty-pants, if you had left well enough alone you could have also have been them too, but no, you had to make a stand today." His little hand began to creep now between my inner thigh - ooooh, that felt good! "I had the whole day planned out, and you had to go and ruin it."
"Sorry for me not wanting to hurt you anymore, dude."
"Your loss, not mine. Later in my story Aunt Polly and Sid were going to have a fun old time spanking Tom in the wash basin!"
"Sid too?"
"It was my plan."
"Well, no thanks!" I was ready to get this over with. "Just get this over with!"
"You're the boss, boss."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
"You are such a naughty boy, Tom!" he said, trying to get back into character.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
"OOOH, don't say that, dude!" I pleaded.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!!
He just laughed, as he picked up his pace.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
I was praying this was going to be a short spanking...
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
...I couldn't take much more today!!!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
"MMMMM!! OH! OOOOH!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
"Dude, I can't believe you don't want to play the game," he said.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
"Games are money."
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
My rear end was twitching between each hit...
SPANK! SPANK!
"NOOOOO! NO! NOOOO! NOOOO!!!"
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Vincent was almost more viscous than Gavin at his worst!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
This entire day was turning into one giant bad idea!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
"OHHHHH! PLEEEEEASE!!!" I screamed out, turning my head around.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!! SPANK!!!
Tears just came pouring out of my eyes...
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!
...as he tilted my head back around, callously.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!!!
"Ok, ok, ok," he sighed.
SPANK! SPANK!!
"I guess we'll finish..."
SPANK! SPANK!
"For now."
It wasn't even eleven in the morning and there had been very moments that I hadn't been spanked since I walked into his house.
"We can play later, right, Matt?"
"Maybe," I sniffled, rubbing my still very bare and very red ass. "I need to have some - some breakfast and some medicine..."
"You really don't feel well?"
"No," I coughed.
"Ok," he said, going into the kitchen to fix us some eggs. He gave me some OJ and about three pink pills he said will help my cold. I didn't really say anything for a bit. I just tried to stop crying and tried to find the last piece of self-esteem left in my five foot three inch body.
"Seriously, don't you think the game was fun?" Vin asked after I finished eating. Man, he was obsessed with games!
"I don't know, Vincent. Like I said at the bus stop last week, fun was not the word I was thinking of." I looked away from him and sighed. Outside I could some rain coming down. Great - a wet October day, and me with a friggin cold.
"I worked really hard at it," he said.
"Yes, yes, you told me...I could tell."
"Doesn't it make it easier?" he asked. "Taking the spanking, I mean. Doesn't it make it easier if you are playing a game?"
"I suppose," I said, shutting my eyes. I was suddenly exhausted.
"Maybe we can play something else later, since you don't like that one, huh?" His voice sounded like he was underwater. I could barely focus on the conversation.
"Huh? Yeah...maybe," I said. The sleep was finally kicking in. "As long as I get to put the Sawyer clothes back on."
Vincent laughed. "No, no, no...I want to see you naked until the next game!" he giggled.
I opened one eye and shook my head. "I think I'm going to to take a nap."
"You can sleep up in my room, if you wanna."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. How you feeling?"
"My sinus' are dried up. That's...that's a good thing."
"Cool."
"How about you let me put on my underpants at least?"
"Nope...not a chance."
I sighed. "Come on, Vincent. Give me something. You usually wear one of those big shirts that cover you a little bit," I pointed out.
"You want a shirt? You can wear one of mine!" he teased.
"Very funny." It wouldn't even cover my belly button. "Gimme something...anything."
"Tell you what. Up in my room, Ike still has some of his stuff. I am pretty sure his old jock strap is in one of the drawers."
"What?!"
"Hey, it's better than nothing."
"Well, actually it's NOT!" I said. Jeez, I couldn't even imagine that! "Let me have one of his old shirts, then."
"No way!"
"Dude...please...!"
"Fine, then nothing it is."
_d_a_m_n_...I knew I should have brought over that Ripken jersey after all. It wasn't as huge as the Penguins one, but still it would have provided some comfort. More than a stranger's jock strap!
"Is it clean? The jock...is it clean?"
"Yeah. He hasn't worn it in about a year. You should be able to fit into it. It doesn't have the cup in it, so it won't pinch."
"Fine...I'll be in you room." I got up and walked away. "Wake me when it's time for the next game," I sighed.
"Right O!"
I was actually getting pretty use to the nudity thing, but there was something very vulnerable and vulgar about walking around in front of a ten year old with your penis swinging around, even if that child had a unit bigger and fatter than yours. The jock would give me a little bit of protection...a .little bit of modesty.
Not that either would...would...last for long...as I...I...I...(((yawn)))...would find out...when...I ....awoke...
It felt like I was asleep for hours, but when I was awaken up by the voices it was only about forty five minutes later.
"He's waking up!" I heard one voice say.
"That Benadryl is some powerful _s_h_i_t_," another voice said.
"Good morning, Pookie!" I heard a third voice say...I recognized that one....it was Lee!
I leaned up and looked around the room to a group of about six boys and one girl! They had pulled Vincent's covers all the way off of me...I was totally exposed and totally vulnerable, except for the jock.
"See!" Vincent said to them. "I told you guys so!"
I tried to scream Vincent's name, but nothing came out...I had a gag in my mouth...!
oh _s_h_i_t_!
I tied to reach up and get the gag off, but couldn't...my hands were tied up by one of Vincent's grandfather's ties...!
oh CRAP!
I tried to get up off of the bed, but couldn't....my feet were bound up with more ties!...
OH F U C K !!!!
The nightmare had officially kicked in!