Terry walked home with his backside still smoldering from a nasty birthday paddling administered as a prank in the boys lockerroom. A boy he barely knew had roasted his bare wet ass in front of the entire class with what was probably the stingiest paddle ever made, an oversized ping pong paddle with 50 tiny holes. He had taken 15 swats, hard, as his whole class watched his bare buns quiver beneath the solid piece of wood. His ass was on fire after just five swats and he STILL had to suffer another ten licks. The holes bit into his flesh and stung like nothing he had ever felt before, and he had cried hard in front of everyone. Then he had to suffer through four more hours of classes, sitting on hard plastic chairs, shifting in his seat in futility as the heat radiated through his jeans and underwear onto the chair and then back to his backside.
At home, he viewed his buns in the bathroom mirror, and then gingerly laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. His brother, Matt, knocked on his door and sat down on the bed beside him. Matt was 16.
"I heard what happened." Matt said.
"So." said Terry, embarrassed that his brother knew.
"So, are you gonna tell dad?" Matt asked. "Are you gonna do anything?"
"No, and don't you tell him either cause he'll just make a big deal out of it." Terry pleaded.
"Ok, ok. It doesn't matter to me I just wondered what you were going to do. Look, your a little ****head but it sort of pissed me off when I heard what they did." Matt said.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Terry sat at his desk finishing his homework when Matt yelled his name from the hallway outside.
"C'mon man, I wanna show you something." Matt said.
"What, I've got homework, man." Terry said in disgust.
"Forget your homework, ****head, come with me." Matt said. Terry couldn't help but to follow, it was like when they were little kids, he could tell Matt had something really cool to show him. They walked outside after lying to their parents. Terry pleaded with his brother to tell him what was going on but he wouldn't tell, as they walked the same path they always did to school and ended up outside the gymnasium where Matt knocked on the door. The door opened quickly and they slipped inside shutting the door behind them.
"What the hell man, we're gonna get in trouble." Terry said.
"No we won't. We got it all worked out, C'mon." Matt said.
They walked across the gymnasium floor in near darkness except for the EXIT signs illumination, and toward the main hallways, turning into the boys lockerroom and shutting the door behind them. Inside were 5 of Matt's friends standing in a tight circle around something and when Matt and Terry and the guy who opened the gym door came in, they all turned around. Terry knew three of them as friends of Matt. But as the guys turned around they revealed the "guest of honor," and it was Lee!!! Sitting right there on a bench in front of the lockers was Lee, the same kid who had months earlier humiliated Terry with a birthday spanking.
"Happy birthday you little ****head, since I didn't get you anything, this is your present." Said Matt.
Terry was speechless. Could it be? Was he going to get revenge? This couldn't be happenning but it WAS.
"He's all yours little dude," said one of Terry's friends, "Just tell us what you want."
"WOW, you guys are frickin crazy," exclaimed Terry, "Are you serious?"
"Shut up, we don't have much time, just tell us what you want." Said Matt.
Terry thought for a moment. "Depants him." he finally said.
It took all of about ten seconds and the struggling boy stood naked from the waist down, having been forcefully depantsed, desocked, and deshoed. Now, Terry would go on a roll. He had Lee taken into the showers and forced him to take a shower, with soap and all, in front of himself and the seven others. He was forced to wash everything with a thick lather and even underneath his soaking t-shirt which remained on. Terry asked that someone go to Mr. Porter's office and get his board, the most feared paddle in the whole school which they did. He had Lee taken from the shower room and bent over the same table he had been forced across, same position, with his wrists secured with two belts to the legs of the table, so he was in the classic school paddling position, bent over at the waist.
The paddle was retrieved and brought into the lockerroom. Terry stood in front of Lee holding the awesome piece of wood, a three foot long, four inch wide paddle made of solid oak with ten holes drilled randomly throughout the business end. The Vice-Principal, Mr. Porter, had used the same paddle for ten years, smoking teenage butts mercilessly and creating a reputation that actually caused him to paddle less frequently. The fear of tasting wood in Mr. Porter's office was widespread and gave any student second thoughts before doing something stupid.
To make a long story short, suffice it to say that Terry paid Lee back in full. After ten full force swats that reduced Lee to a bawling basketcase of fear and sting, he had the wet bottomed boy untied and retied in the grabbing ankles position, with belts securing his wrists to his ankles and his ass in the air. Terry was going to smoke the inner walls of his butt crack. And he did just that, with five searing licks that landed squarely across the base of both buns, but that also caught the super-sensitive inner walls of his crack exposed in the new position.
Terry had his revenge. He left them with a simple, "Thanks guys," and he himself returned the paddle to Mr. Porter's office and left the school. The others stayed with Lee for about another hour. Matt told Terry later that one of his friends had made Lee dance like a ballerina around the lockerroom bare assed. Another guy made him sing "I'm a Little Teapot" with all the frills and hand movements that went along with it. Yet another forced him to tell them all details of the last ass whippin he had gotten at home, a humiliating tale of a stolen twenty-dollar bill, a bare butt, and a belt.
THE END