The ketchup bottle pointed, once again, to poor Scott. He grabbed his pale cheeks in mock agony and widened his big, blue eyes. His bleached blonde hair standing spiky on top of his head, he let out a groan. "Not again".
"Ah-hah, Scott. Who's gonna give him his dare?" asked Mark.
"Right, Scott", said Chris. "Since it's your sleep over and it was your idea to play this game, you can start us off. OK, so, let's see..."
"Pull a mooner out of that window!!!", yelled Mark.
"No way! My dad'll see me!", yelled Scott. "And remember last time he saw us..."
"How could I forget!", said Mark. "But it's either the mooner or a forfeit".
"Well...", moaned Scott. "I can't afford touble with Dad after my report card, so I suppose it'll be a forfeit", he said reluctantly.
Chris passed grinned and laughed. "Heh heh, you gonna wish you never made that forfeit, Mr. S!"
"Yeah, funny", trailed Scott. "Who's first?"
"Chris", said Mark. Chris jumped up, enthusiasticly and sat on the desk chair in Scotts room. Scott stood up, too, with less enthusiasm.
"Alright!" grinned thirteen year old Chris. "Take 'em down!"
Fourteen year old Scott relectantly took down his pyjama bottoms and then his boxer shorts. He knew the drill. He bent over Chrises knee. Chris raised a hand high above his head and brought it down, with emmense speed. SLAP! Scotts' whole bare bottom screamed in agony, whilst his mouth did the same.
"Arrrrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhh! Not so hard..." SLAP! "No" SLAP! The forfeit spanking continued until ten slaps were administered to Scotts now reddening buttocks. He stood up and Chris exchanged places with fifteen year old Mark. Mark got into the job as well as his friend, spanking Scott ten times, with "One for luck", on his bare behind.
"You bastards!", yelled Scott. To Scotts' dismay, a familiar voice boomed up the stairs.
"WWHHAATT WWAASS TTHHAATT!!!!!!!!!" yelled his Dad. The strong man opened the door to see Scott still over Marks' knee. "You little..."
"Dad..I..can e-explain...", stammered Scott.
"Leave that till later", yelled the man. Opposing to Scotts tiny frame, resembling that of a ten year old, Dad was a tall, broad man, with huge muscles and palms.
"Mr..", Mark started.
"Zippit, yung man", he said. "You lot are gonna get it good".
"Dad, I.."
"No, I think it's time Mark got a taste of his own medecine. You first then, Mark, we'll see how you like that..."...Mark stood up and exchanged with Dad. The brown haired, broad shouldered young boy just dropped his trousers to the floor, making it evident that his father had repeated the routine over and over. He lay over Dads' lap, his bare bottom trembling and clenched.
Dad whapped his bare palm onto Marks skin. An instant bruise appeared. The hand went flapping up and down uncountable times. "now, leave your PJs down, and stand in the window". Mark behaved.
The two commrades he found in Chris and Scott sniggered, Scott knowing what would come.
"Now, Mark, you act like a baby", said Dad. "And there's more spanking where that came from. I wouldn't usually treat others this way, but I think that it's only fair that you be treated the way you are"...The thirty three year old man produced a diaper and talc powder. He lay mark, tears streaming from his eyes, on the mat and covered his buttocks with the diaper and talc. He took off the boys' shirt.
"Now, Mark, go sit on the porch..."