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Real Disclaimer: This is a short story based in fiction. If you can't tell the difference between fact and fiction please don't read any further. If you get any ideas about molesting a kid by reading this story then please stop reading now. If you are underage and not allowed to read such stories as this one then leave, you don't need this. If you are a closet pedo and find the only release you can get is by reading things like this, then by all means please read, it's better then actually molesting someone.
For the rest of the summer, little seven-year old Billy spent his days at the town's park and pool. On Saturday nights he would spend the night at Dennis' house, so Aunt Mable could go and visit her friends on that evening. Mrs. Lavery, Dennis' mother, was more than happy to give Mable Grump the break. The Saturday evenings were almost always the same. Billy and Dennis would take their baths together and when Todd, Dennis' older brother, would go into the bathroom for his shower the two boys would play their little _s_e_x_ game. Dennis never knew that Todd had always been watching, but Billy did. After Dennis would fall asleep, Todd would bring Billy into his bedroom for some big kids' games. At first Billy would give Todd a blowjob and Todd would finger the boy's butt with an occasional spank. But as Todd became bolder and bolder, the big kids' games changed and Billy was soon taking Todd's fifteen-year old _c_o_c_k_ up his young butt. When they had first started butt _f_u_c_k_ing, Billy would cry and beg Todd to stop, Todd was very uninformed in the art of butt _f_u_c_k_ing. But after a couple of weekends Todd became more gentle and Billy was able to take the big dick up his young bottom and he even began to look forward for it.
But too soon it was time to go back to school and all the free time that Billy once had was now gone again. He was a very good student and a well-behaved little boy; there was almost never a reason to correct the boy for misbehaviors. For almost the entire school year Billy stayed out of trouble at school. Dennis was not as lucky; he had felt that he was so good at cheating on tests and homework that he did it quiet often. In fact his teacher felt he was so good at cheating, she was constantly sending the boy to the Principal's office for a solid pat on the back, the lower back with a paddle.
Principal Jenkins was a man in his fifties, his gray hair had thinned to the point of almost nonexistence his gut had grown and hung over his waistline. The man was a friendly sort, liked by all the adults and most of the children; at least he was liked by the children that hadn't seen his mean side. He was a two hundred and forty-pound pedophile-bear that enjoyed hard _s_e_x_ with innocent children. His favorite turn on was spanking he loved the power rush he got from spanking a boy over his knee. In the thirty-five years that he had been a teacher and Principal, not one year went by for him without at least one boy _s_e_x_ually serving him. Whoever he saw that he wanted he usually got.
Principal Jenkins' summer long desire for getting Billy alone and started on satisfying his _s_e_x_ual urges, was replaced by Dennis' constant incompetence in the fine art of mischief. He had always given the little third grader a choice of punishments; he could either get paddled in which case Mr. Jenkins would call his mother and he would be spanked again when he got home. Or the little boy would let the Principal hand spank him on his bare butt and then the Principal would not tell his mother. Dennis would always take the bare butt spanking; there was something odd about having his bottom exposed to this man, something naughty but it was something he liked.
After a while Jenkins could not always wait for the boy to get into trouble, he would walk out to the playground, during recess, and tell Dennis to meet him after school in his office. When Dennis would go to his office after school, he knew that he would be getting a spanking only that this spanking would not hurt as much as the ones he received for being bad. Little Dennis felt that if he did what the Principal wanted then the man would not tell his mother how bad he was at school. By the beginning of December Jenkins had gone as far as finger _f_u_c_k_ing the boy and Dennis never once complained. He would just lay across the man's lap with his freshly spanked bottom throbbing and the funny feeling that finger gave him as it moved in and out of his bottom. It was the way Jenkins fingered him, it made him feel all dreamy; like the times when him and Billy would hump each other. By March Jenkins had Dennis bent over his desk, kneeling on a chair with his freshly spanked bottom exposed, humping the boy. He knew the kid's mother was a nurse, so he put off _f_u_c_k_ing the boy. But by April during a butt hump session, Jenkins smeared some K-Y onto the tip of his _c_o_c_k_ and when the moment of his climax arrived he shoved the crown his _c_o_c_k_ into the boy's rear. After a few more of these hump sessions the pain had subsided for Dennis, but Jenkins still only pushed the crown inside the boy he was still too much of a virgin for a full slamming butt _f_u_c_k_. The boy enjoyed the closeness of being with a man; Jenkins was after all the only man in Dennis' life.
But the best part of April was Billy's birthday. His second grade class gave him, like with all the children's birthdays, a small party. A couple of his friends had cornered Billy on the far side of the playground, during recess and gave him his birthday spankings, while they held him down. He had one boy sitting on his back while another was holding his legs to the ground. Then they all took turns smacking his jean covered rear; some of the older boys from the higher grades came over and helped. This entire ruckus drew the attention of Principal Jenkins; he walked quickly to where all the commotion was, he thought that there was a fight going on. After he pulled the boys off of him, Billy stood up his face was red with laughter and he was rubbing his butt. All of the other boys were laughing but they quickly told the Principal what was going on, that it was Billy's birthday and they were only having some fun.
"Will you look at that mess!" Principal Jenkins barked, referring to the dirt on Billy.
Billy looked down at himself and quickly began to dust himself off.
Principal Jenkins over dramatizing waved his hands. "Too late young man! Being dirty and fighting on the playground is punishable."
Billy stopped and looked up, with his mouth hanging open, at what he thought was an upset grownup.
"You will report to my office today after school for a spanking!" Jenkins barked.
In complete shock over his sentence, not knowing that the Principal was only playing with him, Billy quickly defended himself. "It's not my fault!" Then pointing to all of the boys that were standing around him. "They did it to me!"
"I don't want to hear excuses young man! You will be in my office after school and I will give you...." Principal Jenkins leaned over to Todd, who had also come over to join in on the spankings, and asked. "How old is he now any way?" In a quiet tone.
Todd's face lit up and a grin formed for one ear to the other. "He just turned eight." All of the older boys started 'ooo....and aahhh....ing'. Some of the younger ones started to out right laugh.
Jenkins cleared his throat and again in an authoritative voice announce. "You will receive eight swats for being a dirty little boy."
Billy looked around at all of the other boys who were laughing at him. "Hey! That's not fair!" He shouted at the boys.
Jenkins ruffed up the birthday boy's hair and laughed. "See ya later little buddy." With that said the man walked away with a smile on his face for he finally found a way to pull Billy's pants down and get a grip on those cute little bums.
"Aw....man!" Billy pouted as he kicked the dirt. "Ain't fair getting a spanking by the Principal on your birthday!"
Todd came up behind Billy and picked the boy up and set him on his shoulders and the group of boys started walking back to the schoolhouse. "Don't sweat it Billy. They're only going to be birthday spankings. It's not like they're going to hurt...."
"Much!" Shouted Dennis, and everybody began to laugh again at Billy's disposition.
One of the seventeen-year old seniors walked up beside Todd and patted Billy's rear. "Yeah! Don't worry kid. It's not like Principal Jenkins is pissed off at you. He's just having some fun." He let his hand stay there for a moment to feel the boy's ass.
Hank Myers, one of the fattest teenagers in the school, then spoke up. "Yeah! When he's mad he'll use that big paddle in his office and that thing really hurts!"
"Oh yeah! Like you should talk!" Todd snapped at Hank. "He only gave you one swat, he gave me three!"
Dennis looked up at his older brother, while Billy shifted to look down at Todd. "When did you get sent to the Principal's office?" Asked Dennis.
All of the teenagers who knew of this tale started to snicker; then Todd began his story. "Two weeks ago, me and Hank, were in the john smoking. Then the old witch barges right into the boys room and catches us."
"Who's 'the old witch'?" Asked Billy.
Hank spoke up. "Oh, that's Mrs. Edwards Principal Jenkins secretary." All of the other boys nodded and agreed. "She's just an old witch." They all said.
"Well any ways...." Todd continued. "Hank and I were sent to the Principal's office and he was going to give us some swats with the big paddle. So he has me bend over his desk and man did those swats hurt! I mean I thought my eyes flew out of my head. When he hit my ass, all I could see were stars!"
All the guys started laughing, including Billy.
"Well then it was Hank's turn. So he bends over with his fat ass sticking out...."
"Hey! Shut up!" Hank got defensive.
Smiling Todd continued. "And Principal Jenkins takes aim and hits him so hard I thought he broke the paddle." Todd started laughing harder as did all the other boys. "Any ways, as soon as he brings the paddle up for a second swat....Hank shoots out the biggest, loudest smelliest fart of all time!"
Everybody busted out laughing and pointing at Hank, who was blushing. "It wasn't that bad!"
Todd was trying to continue the story between laughs. "I mean the walls shook!"
More laughter.
"And then....Principal Jenkins started to laugh real hard."
All of the boys had lost all control by now.
"Any ways, every time he raised the paddle, Jenkins would start laughing and he would drop the paddle back down again. Finally he went out into the hallway and I could still hear him laughing real hard."
"So what happened!" Billy asked between laughs.
When Todd had calmed down enough he answered Billy. "He told us to get out of there. When I went out into the hallway, he was sitting on the floor with his back to the wall, his face was beat red and I swear he laughed so hard he had tears running down his cheeks. He told us to get out. Then he took one look at Hank and busted up again."
The group of hysterical boys had reached the schoolhouse by the time the bell rang. All of the younger boys ran off to class, while it was un-cool to run to class, the teenagers still walked. Todd placed Billy onto the ground, but before Billy could run for class one of the seniors smacked Billy's rear hard. With a yelp Billy took off running to catch his friends.
"My fart wasn't that bad!" Hank protested.
"Man! He had to repaint his office!" Todd joked. This brought a new round of laughter and teasing from all.
"He did not!"
That afternoon as school was letting out, little Billy was sitting out in the hallway in front of Principal Jenkins' office. Dennis came up and sat down next to him.
"You think they'll hurt much?" Queried Billy.
"If he uses a paddle they will." Dennis advised his friend, then in a low voice he said. "If he gives you a choice of a paddle or to spank you with your pants down, take the pants down." He quickly looked around to see if anybody else was listening. "They only sting a little, compared to the paddle."
Billy remembered what Terry had warned him about in regards to Principal Jenkins. Terry had told him that Jenkins liked to spank boys on the bare butt and that it was Principal Jenkins who had taught him about drinking a guy's special milk.
Billy leaned in close to Dennis to whisper. "Do you think he'll do something nasty like Terry says he used to do to him?"
The little third grader had sworn never to tell anybody about the things that he did with the Principal, so he just shrugged his small shoulders. About then Dennis' older brother came around the corner with some of his friends, he stopped when he saw Dennis sitting outside the Principal's office.
"Are you in trouble again?" Todd barked.
"No!" Dennis snapped back. "Billy has to get his birthday spankings remember!" Dennis sat back into his chair with his small arms folded. "And I'm going to wait for him!"
"No you're not!" Todd ordered. "You got chores waiting for you at home! Now go home or I'm telling Mom that you've been getting into trouble all year!"
Dennis hopped up out of the chair. "Okay!" He pouted as he stomped towards the door. "Bye Billy." Dennis said as he waved to his friend, then they all left.
It was Friday and it seemed that everybody was in a hurry to get out of the building for the weekend. The town school was a small country school with a student body count of about 300 students from grades 1 through 12. Billy sat there for a few more minutes and in that time he saw all the students leave as well as the teachers leaving for the weekend. Mrs. Edwards came out of her office and smiled at Billy. "Principal Jenkins is off the phone now, you can go in and see him." Then she took her leave as well.
Billy got up and walked over to the closed door of the Principal's office, he slowly opened the door to peek his head inside the office. Jenkins was sitting behind his desk doing some weeks end paperwork. He had heard the door open, he looked up and saw little Billy peeking around the corner. He smiled at the boy. "Billy! Come on in and let's have a look at you." The man waved the boy to his side.
Billy smiled to the friendly welcome, he walked into the office and around to the back of the desk, where Principal Jenkins was sitting. "Hi."
Jenkins wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and pulled him onto his lap, he centered the boy's full rump onto his groin. "How was your day, birthday boy?"
Billy shrugged his small shoulders. "It was okay." He twisted a bit to look into the man's face while he placed a hand onto his own bottom. "But I got a lot of birthday spankings today!" The boy said with a smile.
Jenkins laughed a little with the boy. "What time are you suppose to be home?" Jenkins asked as he let his hand come to rest onto the boy's groin trying to feel for the kid's little pricklet.
Billy didn't notice anything wrong with the man's hand resting on his lap. "Aunt Mable says I have to be home by dinner time, or I'll get a spanking." The little boy leaned back into the man's chest. "A real one!"
"Well do you mind making my rounds with me? I need to make sure every bodies gone and the building's locked up." Jenkins asked as he stood up, placing Billy onto his feet. The truth was he wanted to be sure that they were alone.
Billy looked up at the man with smile. "Sure!" As the boy turned to walk around the desk he noticed there on the wall hung three paddles. There was a little pink ping-pong paddle, the next was a medium sized paddle with a long handle and the last was a big cricket mallet. "Wow! Who do you hit with that big paddle?" Billy asked while pointing at the mallet.
"Birthday boys." Jenkins answered jokingly.
Billy's mouth dropped open in shock, he quickly placed both hands over his jean-covered butt. "What?"
Jenkins laughed as he walked out of his office. As the two made their way upstairs Jenkins told Billy the truth about the paddles. The big one is for the highschool students, the medium one is for the middle school kids and the small pink one is for all the elementary children. That none of them were for birthday boys. They walked into each classroom and closed any open windows and locked the classroom door. As they did this they talked about school and how proud Jenkins was that Billy was top student in his class. Jenkins also told Billy how impressed he was that Billy stayed out of trouble. Billy blushed a bit and told the Principal that Terry had warned him that spankings at the school were harder on orphans then the other students. When they had finished the chore of locking up they went back into Jenkins' office.
Jenkins sat back into his chair and pulled Billy to stand between his legs, he turned the boy to face away from him then he slowly ran his hands along the waistband to his jeans.
This gave Billy a chill as the adult's hands massaged his young hips. Although Terry had warned Billy to stay away from Principal Jenkins, that warning seemed to have disappeared for the moment. The boy was having a good time with the man and he seemed friendly, after all the boy was there for a birthday spanking that's all.
Jenkins slid his hands to the front of the boy's tight fitting jeans and let his fingers rest on the snaps. Then very casually he asked. "Oh, I was just wondering, did you liked drinking Terry's 'Boy Milk'?"
Billy spun around in shock. "How did you know?" His little heart began to beat quickly and his head began to spin. "That supposed to be a secret!" How did this man know that? Billy had only told Dennis about that and he knew that Dennis would never tell.
Jenkins sat back in his chair and smiled at the boy. "Well, Terry told me all about it." The man smiled at the fear in the boy's eyes. "I guess Terry wasn't very good at keeping your secrets. Was he?"
Billy hung his head down in shame. "No Sir!" He pouted. Terry had warned the little boy that if an adult or the other kids at school found out they would all tease and make fun of him. But why did Terry tell the Principal about it?
Jenkins sat forward and pulled the boy to stand between his legs facing him, he placed a hand onto each of the boy's butt cheeks and held the boy. "Now then, Terry told me that you like to drink it. Is that true?"
Too scared to speak Billy just nodded his head while looking down at his feet.
Jenkins smiled. Putting a finger under the boy's chin, he raised the child to look into his eyes. "What's the matter?"
Choking back a lump that had started to grow in his throat, Billy confessed. "Terry said that I would get into trouble if anybody found out about our secret." He said silently, almost in a whisper. "Are you mad at me?"
Jenkins began to pour on the charm and gave the boy a big smile. "Why would I be mad at you?" He leaned in closer to Billy and whispered to the boy. "I like it too."
Billy's eyes widened with surprise. "You do?"
Jenkins nodded his head. "Yep!" With his hand still on Billy's rump, he began to squeeze and rubbed those firm globes. "I just love it when a little boy drinks my milk Terry used to drink mine all the time." Jenkins was hoping to open the kid up by letting Billy know that his best friend took care of him.
With some of his fear lifting Billy decided to tell the man something that he knew about him. "Terry said you liked to spank little boy with their pants down." Then he _c_o_c_k_ed his little head. "How come?"
Jenkins smiled as the boy began to loosen up. "Why not? After all wouldn't you like to spank a little boy's naked butt?" Jenkins asked as he squeezed Billy's butt cheek some more to drive home his point.
Billy blushed "Yeah." Billy had been thinking about doing that with some of the kindergarten kids, they had such pretty butts. He leaned into the man's chest and relaxed to what Mr. Jenkins hands were doing to his butt.
"You see, it's normal. Little boys take care of older boys and sometimes grownups too. You took care of Terry by drinking his milk and letting him do stuff to you, like spanking you and sticking his dick inside of your butt. Right?"
Billy was getting a little upset by all the secrets that Terry had told the Principal, now he found out that Mr. Jenkins knew all of their nasty games. But instead of saying anything he just pressed himself closer to the man's chest and answered. "Yeah."
"And Terry took care of you. Didn't he? He put you to bed on time and played with you and nobody picked on you either. Did they?"
"No."
Jenkins hugged the boy tight to his chest, he had the boy opening up, now it was time to make the boy feel sorry for him. "You know, since Terry left I don't have anybody to take care of me." His words were chosen carefully to hit Billy's conscience, the kid was an orphan and all alone he could understand not having anybody to take care of him.
Billy shifted a little so he could lower a hand down to the man's groin, lightly he traced finger along the zipper of the man's cotton slacks. He could barely feel the organ underneath, he looked up at the man's face and could see his pleading eyes. "I can take care of you....If you want?"
Jenkins could no longer contain his smile he had the kid. "You would drink my milk for me?"
Billy looked back down at the man's closed slacks and began to try a grip the organ inside. He shrugged his small shoulders. "Sure."
"And we won't tell anybody....Right?"
Billy looked up at the man with all the seriousness a small eight-year old boy could muster. "I can keep a secret!" Then looking back down again at the man's groin. "Not like dumb old Terry!" He pouted. Then an idea came to the little boy, to make them even more friends, he looked back up at Mr. Jenkins and with a smile he said. "You can even give me my birthday spanking with my pants down too."
Jenkins was esthetic, here he had an eight-year old boy who was eager to please. "Well then take off those britches and let's get started."
Billy backed away from the man and removed his shoes and pulled his tight fitting jeans and underwear off. There the boy stood, with just his tee shirt clinging tightly around his upper body and naked the rest of the way down. As Jenkins reached out to pull Billy to him, Billy moved aside and reached for the zipper on the man's slacks. With a little effort the boy had the man's seven-inched _c_o_c_k_ out in the open in all it's glory. Billy looked in awe at the monstrosity, it was bigger than Todd's, the crown was huge with that clear stuff resting on top of it. The half-naked boy lowered his lips to the crown and sealed them in a kiss as his small tongue lapped the sweat clear fluid.
Jenkins sat back in his chair with his hands resting on top of Billy's head.
After finishing his kiss to Mr. Jenkins' crown, Billy stood up straight and pulled himself over the man's lap there he hung his head down and submitted himself to the man.
Jenkins looked down at the child he slid the boy's tee shirt up to his shoulder blades baring the rest of his back for him. Lightly he traced his fingers along Billy's back down his spine to where the child tender cheeks parted. Opening his palm he brought his hand down further to cup the small bum within his hand, lightly he kneaded the skin. His thumb moved into the crevasse of the child's bottom, deeper he searched until his thumb found the anus of the boy.
Billy was shaking from the chills that ran down his small body, never had a man ever touched him like this. Terry and Todd were not as experienced in caressing as Mr. Jenkins, the talented fingers of the man was leading the child into state of complete trust for no one who wanted to hurt you would be so gentle.
The hand left Billy's backside for a moment....then.
Smack.
A light spank struck Billy, it was not meant to hurt the boy. Jenkins knew that seducing a boy took time, that this little birthday spanking would help the boy to become more comfortable with him.
Smack.
Again there was a light spank to Billy's rear. The boy jerked only a little but settled back down for the rest. After both spanks Jenkins would take his time and run his hand along the silky skin of the boy's baby sized cheeks.
Smack.
The light spank landed square in the middle of both cheeks causing Billy to jerk a little to his left, pressing his small body up against the man's exposed _c_o_c_k_. The man's organ, hot with the flow of blood pressed against Billy's side.
Smack.
This time the spank landed on Billy right cheek. Most of the children today that had given Billy his birthday spanking did it fast and hard. But Mr. Jenkins was spanking the boy slowly, drawing out the ritual. Not for Billy's comfort but for his own enjoyment, Mr. Jenkins loved the feel of a child's untouched skin that covered his bottom.
Smack.
Jenkins could see as Billy's creamy white skin turned to pink from the attention that it was receiving. Billy could begin to feel his bottom warm up from the play spankings there was a small tingling feeling that seemed to surround his butt cheeks.
Smack.
After this last spank Jenkins inserted a finger in between the child cheeks and moved it along the crack until he found the anus again. The cheeks clamped down onto the man's finger, but soon let up and relaxed again. The man moved his finger onto the orifice and moved it in a circular motion, until he noticed the anus begin to pulsate as if to reach out and grab his finger. He withdrew his finger and raised his hand again....
Smack.
During all this time Billy had been moving his hips, humping the man's leg causing his own small dick to harden. Then on the last spank....
SMACK!
Billy's head shot straight up and arched his back, his hands flew back to his rear and he jumped off of the man's lap. Jumping up and down while holing onto both cheeks he danced around chanting. "Owie, owie, owie!"
Jenkins sat back in his chair to watch the spanking dance laughing.
Finally the dance ended with Billy looking at the man confused. "Why did that last one have to hurt so much?"
Jenkins sat forward and pulled the boy to him. "The last one hurts, so you will remember to be a good boy for another year." He wrapped his arms around the boy and hugged him his hand came to rest onto the child's rear. Billy brought his small arms around the man's neck and returned his embrace.
After a while, without a word spoken from either of them, Billy broke their hug and lowered himself down to the man's _c_o_c_k_. Billy took the man's _c_o_c_k_ into his tiny hands and looked straight down onto the crown. Once again Billy gave the crown a big kiss while licking all the pre-cum that rested on top of it.
Jenkins sat back in his chair, from where he was all he could see was the top of Billy's head, he ran his fingers through the child's hair and caressed the boy's face as he was serviced by this willing child.
Billy broke the kiss and moved his small tongue along the underside of the crown, he moved down the shaft with just his tongue touching it as he licked. The heat from the _c_o_c_k_ and the smell was intoxicating to the boy, he moved to the backside of the organ and there he continued to lick. Billy closed his eyes and made love to the organ in the darkness, he rubbed the hard skin of the organ against the soft skin of his face. He pressed the crown against his closed eyes and moved it under his nose to smell Mr. Jenkins man smell. The small boy opened his mouth as wide as he could and with his eyes still closed, in the darkness the man's organ entered his mouth. Billy bobbed his head, trying to push more of the organ inside of him, but this was the biggest thing he had ever sucked on. Standing on his knees, in between Mr. Jenkins legs, sucking on his organ trying to drink his 'Man's Milk'; his little bottom still tingling from his birthday spanking Billy's feelings were confused beyond any words he knew. All the small boy was sure of was that now, half-naked servicing a man with a sore butt he felt that he belonged.
Jenkins body began to shudder as his orgasm reached its peak and flooded the boy's mouth. The man held the boy's head in place, until the spasms had past, then he released Billy's head. He looked down at the boy as Billy removed the organ from his mouth and looked up at the man.
"Did I do good?" Billy asked in a very high pitched voice that was almost a whisper.
Jenkins lifted the boy and hugged him tight. "You did great, little buddy!"
Billy returned the hug and held onto the man for sometime. After a while they broke their hug and dressed Billy so he could go home. But before Billy had left, the child kissed the man onto the cheek and thanked him for being his friend. After Billy had gone Jenkins sat in his office and looked out the window. For countless years and for countless conquests Jenkins could look back at, he never had a boy he felt a certain kinship with, a friendship. All of the others, including Dennis, were his boy toys to use and abuse, but there was something about Billy Jenkins liked and it made him feel at ease thinking about the boy.
It was in the month of May, when the afternoons were hot, that good little Billy fell off the 'Good Little Boy' bandwagon. It was little Lacey Thomson that caused the whole thing. She did the most unforgivable thing a yucky girl could have done; she stuck her nose into guy things.
It was during lunch recess at the school when Billy, Dennis and Marky Smith, another one of Billy's friends; were off by themselves making mud pies. They weren't bothering anybody when 'SHE' came over with her giggling girl friends and began to pester the boys. Then she did it! Lacey actually bent down and kissed Billy right on the cheek!
ON THE CHEEK!
Right there!
In front of the guys!
There was no other recourse, THIS WAS WAR! Billy quickly rubbed the cootie-invested kiss off of his cheek, with his mud-covered hand. Then he quickly armed himself with two of his prize mud pies.
Like most sissy girls she didn't stand her ground like a boy would have. No she started screaming and took off running. She ran straight to the schoolhouse with Billy close behind, just out of firing range.
When he was almost in range he let one fly....it missed her head barely, but that was okay he still had one more shot. Boy was he gonna teach her a lesson! Dennis and Marky armed themselves as well and followed Billy; they would be his reinforcements if he should need them.
Lacey had made it to the front door of the schoolhouse, but she had to waste time and pull the door open. This gave Billy the advantage; he stopped at the base of the steps that led up to the front doors. He took aim and threw the pie for all he was worth and the pie flew true straight for her pretty blond hair....
As Lacey was pulling the door, someone else was coming out and the door flew open, Lacey fell back and the mud pie missed its original target.
Mrs. Edwards, the Principal's secretary and the 'Boys Choir' instructor, was coming out the door. The mud pie hit the elderly lady, know as 'the witch' to all the boys in town, right on her white sweater square center of where her breasts used to be. The ballistic flew with such force that some of the mud splattered her in the face.
Billy had only blinked once since he fired his folly of mud, in that time he went from being on target with the enemy to accidentally hitting one of the schoolyard superpowers.
Dennis and Marky skidded to a stop and quickly ducked behind a wall out of the new line of fire. They both knew that Billy was now lost to them, all they could hope for now was not to be seen by the witch and taken prisoner.
As Mrs. Edwards screeched in shock and looked down at her mud-covered sweater, Billy stood frozen in place with his mouth hanging wide open he had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Little Lacey stood back up, she knew exactly what to do, immediately pointing at Billy. "He did it!" She shouted.
This accusation snapped Billy out of his frozen state and he returned fire. "She started it!"
Still too angry to say anything coherent the old witch stomped down the steps and grabbed Billy by the ear and pulled the little boy back up the steps.
"Owie, owie, owie!" Billy chanted as he felt the old crown's fingers dig into his ear. He was almost prancing up and down trying to take some of the stinging pressure off of his lob.
Lacey, being the lady that she thought she was, graciously opened the door and stepped aside of Mrs. Edwards. As the elderly lady stormed passed Lacey, with the little demon-seed in tow, the little girl twister her hips and stuck her tongue out at Billy.
Billy had just barely saw this, as he was trying his best to keep his ear from being torn off, immediately returned the gesture in kind.
Lacey watched as the boy was pulled down the hallway to the Principal's office, she then smiled to herself and closed the door. But before the little she-bitch could strut back down the steps, she was hit with a folly of four mud pies covering her from head to knee with fresh mud.
No sooner had Mrs. Edwards gotten halfway down the hallway when she was stopped by the most bloodcurdling scream she had ever heard. She swung around with Billy in tow and saw as pretty little Lacey came running inside covered in mud crying. Mrs. Edwards let go of Billy and went to the crying girl, she then gave some comforting words to the helpless little girl.
Billy stood in the middle of the hallway, rubbing his sore ear; a sly grin formed on his face for he knew that it had to have been Dennis and Marky that got Lacey for him.
Although Mrs. Edwards kept asking Lacey who had done this to her, the little girl had to confess that she didn't see who had done it. Frustrated beyond words the lady took hold of Lacey and pulled her along side of her. As she walked up to Billy, she took hold of his ear once more and continued their journey to the Principal's office.
"Owie! Owie! Ow!" Little Billy cried out once more as his death march continued.
Jacob Jenkins was sitting in his office, drinking a hot cup of coffee, reading the sports page. For him this was usually the only time of day he would have some peace and quiet. There were no teachers to come and complain about whatever there was for that moment to complain about. The witch....er....Mrs. Edwards was supposed to be out for lunch too and all the children would be outside playing. Yes, this was the time of day he really enjoyed, the time when the whole world could actually live without him playing referee.
But even he knew that a good thing never lasts for now he could hear the crying and yelling as Mrs. Edwards was approaching his door, he took one last drink of his hot coffee as the door flew open. There standing in front of him was a sight to behold, an elderly lady with mud on the breast of her sweater, a little girl covered with mud dripping from her head down to her knees. And a little boy, with almost no mud on him, trying to keep his ear from being pulled off. It did not take a genius to guess at what had happened, it was pretty obvious.
"Will you look at what this rascal has done!" Mrs. Edward shouted while jerking little Billy by his tender ear. "Not to mention what his hooligan friends did to poor little Lacey!" Still shouting only now pulling on the mud covered girl.
Needing to defend himself, Billy stated the obvious, while pointing at Lacey he shouted. "She started it!"
"I want my mommy!" Little Lacey bawled, her arms extended away from her body dripping mud on the floor.
Mrs. Edwards jerked on the little boy's ear. "I don't care if she started anything! What were you thinking throwing mud at me!" She scolded Billy.
Grabbing the old witch's hand to hold himself steady and to save his ear from being ripped off of his head, Billy defended himself with his only weapon he had....logic. "You got in the way!" He shouted.
"I want my mommy!" Lacey continued to bawl, looking for someone to pity her.
Jenkins went back to reading his sports page as the trio continued to shout at each other. But before he could finish the scores from last night's games, he was brought back to the turmoil that stood before him.
"Well?" Mrs. Edwards demanded. "What are we going to do about this?"
Jenkins closed the sports page, seeing as no one was going to let the man read in peace and looked back up at the muddy secretary and her company of players. "The first thing WE are going to do is, to let go of Billy's ear."
Mrs. Edwards reluctantly let the boy's ear go, allowing Billy to now stand on his heels once again and to rub the soreness from his ear.
Jenkins then sat forward in his chair to lean onto his desk with his hands now cuffed together. "Second, you may have an extended lunch so you may take little Lacey home so her mommy may clean her up. I can't send her back to class like that. Then you may clean yourself up as well." He said this in the most mocking tone that he could muster, but apparently Mrs. Edwards didn't take notice.
"And what about him?" She demanded while pointing a shriveled old finger at Billy.
Billy was standing now off to one side of the room with his back to a wall, still rubbing his ear. He looked at the witch and then back at Mr. Jenkins.
Jenkins was the school Principal and Mrs. Edwards did work for him, the last thing this man liked was to be drilled by an underling in front of his pupils. He stood up from behind his desk and then bent over to move his face closer to the old witch. Mrs. Edwards took a step back. "Would you like me to take a picture of his butt when I'm finished with it! Would that make us all happy?" He almost shouted as he looked back and fourth from the witch to the little mud princes.
Mrs. Edwards backed down, Billy felt a chill run down his back and little Lacey even fell silent. "Well I've never!" Mrs. Edwards calmly stated. She then reached down to take Lacey's hand to lead her out of the office. "Come along dear. Let's get you cleaned up." With that both disheveled women left.
Jenkins sat back down, then he looked back up at the innocent looking boy. "Why did you have to hit Mrs. Edwards with mud!" The man whined.
"It's not my fault!" Billy pleaded. "Really! She got in the way!"
Jenkins shook his head in disbelief. "Billy just close the door and have a seat." There was something about Billy's personality that Jenkins liked, but the kid hit some body with mud and that meant a hard paddling was in order.
Billy turned to close the office door, this gave Jenkins a great view of the boy's rump. The boy was wearing denim pants with the elastic band in the back to hold them up and he could see that Billy filled the seat out quite well, the elastic band helped to ascent the lad's bottom. Up until now Jenkins wasn't thinking about _s_e_x_, but now he was remembering how good Billy sucked his _c_o_c_k_ last month. The boy closed the door and returned to a chair that was in front of Principal Jenkin's desk. There he unceremoniously plopped himself down and sank into the soft cushion.
"Alright then Billy, what happened?" The Principal asked as he noticed for the first time the smear of mud on the right cheek of the boy's face.
Billy threw his arms up into the air. "Lacey started it!" The little boy raised his voice in anger.
Jenkins pointed his finger at the boy. "Billy! Don't raise your voice to me. I like you little buddy and we share some nice secrets about each other, but I am still the adult here and you don't yell at me!"
Billy sat back into the soft chair. "Sorry." He pouted, remembering that this man was one of his special friends.
"Alright then, what did Lacey do?"
Billy lowered his head and mumbled something Jenkins couldn't understand.
"She what?"
"She kissed me!" Once more his hands flew into the air. "Okay! I got kissed!" Then he flopped himself back down again. "By a girl." The small boy mumbled. "Now I got cooties."
It was taking everything Jenkins had not to laugh, after all he was supposed to be the upset adult here. The fact though that this small boy was taking this kissing thing so seriously was something, in all his years as a Principal he had never had a boy livid about the dreaded cooties. "Where did she kiss you?" He asked trying to sound concerned.
"Over by the swings."
Jenkins smile grew, this boy was really cracking him up. "No! I mean, where on you did she kiss you?"
"Oh!" Pointing to his right cheek, where the dried mud was at, he explained. "Right here." Then he rubbed it again.
Jenkins just had to play along. "Well I see you put some mud on it. That should help."
Billy raised his hand and rubbed again, this time he could feel the dry mud. "How does mud help?"
"When you rub mud over cooties the mud will suck it right out, it cures cooties. All you have to do now is to wash off the mud and all the cooties will be gone." Jenkins joked.
Billy didn't understand it was a joke, he thought that he had just been given the cure that all boys sought. "Really?"
"Yep."
Billy's mood changed as he remembered where he was and whom he was with. "Am I going to get a spanking?"
Jenkins folded his hand across his large gut. "I haven't got much of a choice Billy." He pointed back toward the closed door. "You hit the witc....I mean you hit Mrs. Edwards with mud. If I don't spank you then she'll be hell to work with." Jenkins pleaded.
Billy looked up at the wall where the paddles hung, not wanting his spanking to hurt too much, he asked the man. "Could we do 'IT' without the paddle?" While shifting in his seat he looked up to make eye contact with the Principal. "You know....with my pants down?"
Although this would be something that Jenkins would normally enjoy doing, time was short, lunch recess would be ending soon and for some unexplainable reason the man didn't feel like spanking the kid. "Well now Billy...." He started.
Billy jumped in. "You can stick 'IT' in me if you want. You know back there."
Jenkins chuckled to himself at Billy bartering skills, any other time the man would have jump at the chance to pork a kid's ass, but his lust for a hard _f_u_c_k_ just wasn't there. "Now Billy you know how much I like to spank little boys."
Billy's eyes rolled. "Yeah, I know."
"And you know there's nothing I would like more then sticking 'IT' in your backside, but we just don't have the time."
Billy pouted. "I just don't want Aunt Mable to find out I got a spanking at school! She'll spank me again when I get home."
"Well to tell you the truth little buddy, I'm pretty sure she's going to be spanking you tonight whether I tell her or not."
Billy looked up confused.
"Mrs. Edwards and your Aunt Mable are pretty good friends and I'm pretty sure that Mrs. Edwards will not waste any time in telling her what happened here today."
Billy sank back into his chair defeated.
Jenkins stood up and walked over to where he kept the paddles and took down the ping-pong paddle for Billy. He then walked over to Billy and stood the boy up, he reached down and lifted Bill and laid him face down on top of his desk.
Little Billy's heart was pounding in his chest as he laid on the cold desk top.
SMACK!
"OWWEE!" Billy screamed. His hands flew back to guard his rear, but Jenkins pinned them behind his back.
SMACK!
"OWWEE!" He screamed again as the small boy kicked his legs as if trying to run away from his spanking.
SMACK!
"PPLLEEAASSEE!! I'M SORRYYY!" He cried out.
SMACK!
Billy cried some more from the pain of his spanking. Jenkins would usually be enjoying this, spanking a boy hard. But he liked Billy and this was hurting him as well.
SMACK!
Billy was bawling. His cries of pain were being heard not only in the office but in the halls of the school. As well as by two little boys who were sitting by an opened window outside the Principal's office. Dennis and Marky were almost in tears as they listen to their little friend get the spanking that they hid from.
SMACK!
With the last spank Jenkins put down the paddle and pulled Billy up and hugged the boy. Just then the school bell rung and all the children came running inside the building to go back to their classes. When Billy had calmed down Jenkins said he was sorry and he really was, but he had to do it. Billy nodded his head and kissed the man and said that he was sorry for being bad. When the boy went back to class Jenkins made his phone call, that was required when a child was paddled at school, to Mable Grump Billy's guardian. He told her of what had happened at the school and that Billy was paddled pretty hard for it too. It took sometime but he was able to talk her out of spanking Billy again when he got home that night. But Mable Grump was the one to drop a bombshell onto Jenkins. They found a new home for Billy.
Author's Note: The next installment will be a re-write of an old story that introduced the Peters family. 'A Hard Days Fishing' Will be re-written and this time there will be some _s_e_x_ ( what was I think the first time). I would like to thank you all for your input into this chapter.
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