I got home a little bit after 5:30 that evening. My clothes (which Vincent had washed for me) were now dripping wet again, thanks to the rain I shuffled through. Don't let it ever be said that I had sense enough to come in out of the rain, because (based on this day) I sure as hell didn't any sense at all. I sopped through the house, drenched to the bone. Amazing how such a light rain can do that.
Ahhh...! At last I was home, though! I just wanted to soak my battered bottom in a cold bath. The rest of my body was already pretty soaked through because of the dull, cold drizzle and (believe it or not, after being naked most of the day) I was looking forward to getting out of my clothes again.
Right when I walked in the house the phone rang - it was Gavin, who either had great timing, or had been watching for me to come home.
"Hey," he said, rather abruptly. "How was it?"
"Next question," I said.
"What happened?"
"I don't...don't really want to talk about it." How in the world could I explain to him that I have been spanked by seven people in one day? "What's going on with you?"
"Not much. Is your Dad home?"
"No," I said, finding his note on the refrigerator right at that moment. "Looks like he's out with whatshername," I said, sighing. I desperately wanted to sit down, but there was no way I could without experiencing horrendous pain. "I really missed you, dude," I said softly. "It seems like years since the other night."
"Can I come over?" he asked.
"It's getting late, isn't it? It is a school night, right?" I was so disoriented part of me actually wondered if we were having another school holiday.
"Mom and Dad won't care if I stay out until seven," he said, reminding me, "It's not like they won't know where I am or who I'm with."
"I suppose...I'm going to be taking a bath, though," I added. Thinking about him coming over was getting me all horned up all over again - I was hoping that maybe a repeat of Friday night might happen, even if I was upset that would mean he would be eye-balling my bright red ass.
"We need to talk, Matt," he said seriously.
"Ok, we can talk," I said. "Come on over."
He hung up without saying goodbye, which wasn't a good sign. I had gotten pretty good at reading my young friend, and his tone was too much like the way he acted when he was pissed at me when he found out about the video game.
But what could he be pissed at? It's not like I had any choice about what happened over at Vince's. I really hoped he wasn't going into that jealously thing again; it's only cute and endearing for so long.
Gavin let himself in moments later. He seemed pretty serious and nervous and (crap!) angry.
"Hey," I said, trying to give him a hug. He pulled away and sat down.
"How's Vincent?" he asked, but not really like he cared.
"He's fine. I told his grandparents that I thought it was wrong of them, and me, to spank him just once a week, whether or not he did anything wrong," I said, opening the basement door.
"No way!" he said, surprised.
"Yup, and I think I eventually convinced them," I said, turning on the basement light. "Come on I'll explain soon. I need to get these clothes in the dryer."
Gav followed me down the stairs. "Vincent must be thrilled."
"I don't think he believes it's really going to happen. I guess next week is going to be the test."
"I guess."
"Have you thought any more about what you want to dress up as?"
"Huh?" He wasn't listening to me, I could tell.
"For Halloween, silly."
"Not really," he sighed. "I'm not sure I really want to go out."
I laughed. "Oh, you'll go."
The basement smelled of paint; I knew right away what Dad was doing while I was away all day. I was not surprised he didn't wait for me to help him. The last time I helped on a painting job I got it everywhere except the walls. There are still little blue dots on the ceiling of the guest room.
I went into the laundry room and stripped off everything except my wet underpants - I thought I could keep those on until I got back to my bedroom. Gavin stayed in the main part of the basement looking at the paint job. I was nervous of what he was going to say - I was nervous that he had second thoughts about what we did with each other Friday night.
"Matt," he said, as I poured the detergent in - I really should be burning these _d_a_m_n_ clothes instead of washing them a second time in one day.
"Yeah?"
"I - I found, I mean, I looked at the video camera today."
"The video camera?"
"You know...the one...the one you set up in my bedroom..."
O O O O O H . . . F U C K I N G H E L L!!!!
"The one you set up to videotape me...video me getting diapered," he said, his voice almost breaking. Was he crying? He better NOT be crying?!
"Gavin!" I said, turning the washer on, and going out to see him face to face. "I was just playing around with it, honest!"
"Uh-huh."
"I didn't mean to keep it on when you were, I mean when I was, ahhhh...oh crap!"
"What?"
"Did it get everything?!"
He nodded his head.
"Did anyone see it?!"
"Dad...Dad almost did. He and I went out today with some people from his work, and we wanted to borrow the camera...but...well...I saw it first, before he did."
"Thank god!" I couldn't believe how stupid I was. "I am so sorry I...I'm so sorry, man."
"Do you admit it, Matt?"
"Admit it?"
"That you did it to video me getting diapered?"
I was silent - the basement was very cold and I shivered. I could tell he knew I was lying.
"I...I can explain, Gavin," I said.
"So, it is true?" He really looked like he was going to break down crying.
"Yeah...yeah it's true," I said, a tear tumbling down my cheek. "I was pissed at you that night, remember all that crap with you being pissed at me for nothing and going to spank me...for nothing...?"
"I can't believe you...you would do that..."
"I thought...I thought I would get you back."
"Well, congrats, you did," he said, turning his back to me. _d_a_m_n_, he has a sweet, sweet back!
"Gavin, I don't know what to say, except I was stupid and I'm sorry," I took in a deep breath and exhaled. "So much has changed since then...there's nothing in the world I wouldn't do for you now, dude."
"No."
"I realized today how important..."
"Stop it."
"How important it was having such a special..."
"SHUT UP!"
"Huh?"
"You heard me," he said, turning around. "I don't want to hear any of that garbage from you."
"I'm sorry, Gav, but it's..."
"SHUT UP! What part of that don't you understand? Shut or up?"
"Gavin...please..."
He looked around the room, and eyed an extra, unused paint stirrer and he picked it up. He smiled with glee; it made the perfect paddle.
"Bend over that chair, and spread your legs, Matt," he said.
OHHHH! CRAP!
"NOOOO! You CAN'T do this, Gav."
"MATT!"
"Not today!!!"
"BEND OVER THAT CHAIR RIGHT NOW!"
"Gavin! PLEASE! I beg you! Not tonight! You don't - don't understand..."
"I don't understand, and I don't care to understand... BEND OVER THAT CHAIR, BOY!!!"
"PLEASE! I'll let you spank me every single day this week after school, just not right now. Not tonight!!" This was so embarrassing. I was blubbering more than I usually do when he spanks me.
"Let me? You are going to LET ME?"
"I didn't mean..."
"No, you don't LET ME to do anything, Matthew. I do what I want to, and for your mouth and your back talk, you WILL get spanked every day after school. Oh yes, you will...just as well as getting it RIGHT THIS F U C K I N G SECOND!"
"Gavin...PLEEEEASE!!!"
"NOW!!!"
"I can't!"
"One...!"
"Please...!!!!"
"Two...!!!"
"NOOOO!!"
"THREE!!!"
I froze and waited for him to do something, but he just tapped that paddle in the palm of his hand.
"Ok, but please...I am asking you, tonight, not on the bare butt." I really didn't want him to see my red ass.
"Not on the bare ass?"
"Please?"
"And you won't give me any problems?" He knew I was big enough that I could, technically, veto any spanking with just my will. I could tell even he wasn't sure about what would happen if we had to rely on Dad to be the judge in this matter.
"I promise - you can paddle away."
"On your underpants, though," he said, pointing at me.
"Yeah...on the underpants," I broke down sobbing.
"It's going to be double, then."
"Gavin?!"
"Double or nothing, Matt," he said, smirking. "Double the paddles, or nothing on that butt."
"F-fine...double, on the under-underpants."
"Over the chair. Spread the legs."
I did as I was told, and in mere seconds that paddle came down across both cheeks with the fury of a preteen scorned...
SCHWAT!!!
"OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!"
SCHWAT!!
My wet ass made the paddling so much worse!
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!! SCHWAT!!
Not to mention that this was my tenth (or eleventh?) spanking of the friggin day!!
SCHWAT!! SCHWAT!!!!
"OOOOOOOH!! GOD NO!!!!! NOOOO!!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!! SCHWAT!!
It was hard to keep track!
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
"I can not believe you would do this to me, Matt!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
The sound of the stick slapping my wet, cotton undershorts echoed through the entire house.
SCHWAT! SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
Along with his yelling...
SCHWAT! SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
"To US! I can't believe you did this to US!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!! SCHWAT!!
And my screaming!
SCHWAT! SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
"OOOOOH! YEEEEOOOOOW! NOOOOOOO! NOOOO!!!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
I felt suddenly so alone and ashamed.
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!
"Once again...!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!! SCHWAT!!
"I can no longer trust you...!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
"OOOOH OH!! OHHHHH!!!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
"I can no longer look up to you...!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!! SCHWAT!!
"OOOOH! PLPLPLEAAAASE!!!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
I honestly felt as if I was going to pass out.
SCHWAT! SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
The underpants were far too thin to protect this abuse.
SCHWAT! SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
"OOOOH! OOOOOH! OOOOOOOO!!!!! AAAAHHHHH!!!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!! SCHWAT!!
"You will forever be just a little boy...!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!! SCHWAT!! SCHWAT!!
This couldn't be happening! This just couldn't!!
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
"AAAAAARRGHGHGHHHAHHHH!"
SCHWAT! SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
I gurgled out a hideous scream that I think scared even him.
SCHWAT! SCHWAT!!
"And you will NEVER...!"
SCHWAT!!
"NEVER tell me what to do!"
SCHWAT!! SCHWAT!!
When he was done he left me there to cry it out. He tossed the paint stirrer paddle next to me.
"I'll see you after school tomorrow," he said through clenched teeth.
I couldn't believe this had happened. I couldn't believe that I let him do that. It was (without a doubt) the worst day of my life, and it ended the only way it could.
I believe that when I woke up the next morning, I was still crying - my misery couldn't continue much longer.