This is a follow-up to SKYLER PLAYS HIDE AND SEEK...
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Skyler soaked in the tub, resting his poor, tattered rump. It was still the middle of the afternoon and he had been spanked more times than he could remember, including that horrible one in front of all of those kid's by Timmy's nazi-like father. What a prick! No wonder Tim was such a _f_u_c_k_ing _s_h_i_t_ head, Skyler thought.
He drifted in and out of sleep for awhile. He was really bitter that he wasn't able to stick around and watch Tim, Calvin and Patrick get their well deserved beatings, and it reflected that in one of his dreams:
In the dream it was a recerse of the typical scenerio. It was Skyler who was in charge of the spanking game, instead of being the recipiant. Usually the guys would spank Skyler, one on each cheek, to see who could get the reddest piece of ass. In Skyler's dream game, those three little bastards were stretched out over the back of the couch, with their bare asses sticking in the air.
Only Calvin, the tallest, had his feet touching the ground. The other two had their feet dangling, while their pale, quivering bottoms pale were poised high in the air waiting the first of the swats.
"What are you going to do to us, Sky?" Pat wimpered.
Skyler produced a long, strong wooden can and rested it across all three sets of ass cheeks. "Guess," Skyler laughed.
"Dude, you can't do this?" Cal said, defensivly.
"But I am, Calvin<" Skyler said before explaining the rules: Skyler will bring the ruler down hard on all three butts at the same time. The first one who says they give up will get a spanking by the two other boys, one on each cheek...but this is only AFTER a second boy cries for mercy. That second boy will only be spanked by the one who can hold out the longest.
"NOOO!" all three cried out, but since this was Skyler's dream, they had no choice but to lay there and...
Shhhhhhhh....SHWAT!!!
"OOOOHHHHHH!!!!"
...take it!!
Shhhhhhhhhh....SHHWAT!!! Shhhhhhhhhhh....SHWAT!!! Shhhhhhhhhhhh....SHHHWAT!!! Shhhhhhhhhhhhh....SHWAT!!! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh....SHHHHWAT!!!
By that fifth stripe of the cane all three boys were crying and begging and humping the back of the couch. Skyler showed no mercy; it was going to be a test of wills...
Shhhhhhhh....SHWAT!!!
And he was going to win!
Shhhhhhhh....SHWAT!!! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh....SHWAAAAAAT!!!
Surprisingly it was Cal who cried uncle first. The cane had continued to land again and again over the same spot at the top of his fanny and he just couldn't take it any more. He was counting on the fact that his friends, Pat and Tim, would both go easy on him when it came time for them to spank him.
Calvin limped up off the couch, not even bothering to cover his four inch, hairless boner. Skyler made him wait in the corner until he was done with the other two; with Calving gone from the couch, Tim and Pat moved right next to each other, and grabbing a hold of the other's waist, they waited for the next...
Shhhhhhhh....SHWAT!!!
"OOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!"
...series of swats!
Skyler was much more vicious this time, as he laid down lick after lick. This was going to be the thrashing of a lifetime. In rapid fire succession, Skyler put ten additional marks across the rears of his neighbor and friend. They were squealing and bucking and carrying on like a could of naked little boys getting spanked with a cane...er...which, I guess is what they were!
Finally Skyler stopped when his assault when Timmy threw his hand in the air, letting go of the side of his friend.
"STOP! PLEASE STOP!!!"
Skyler ordered the two other boys in different corners of the room and made them wait there until the next act began!
An hour passed, and poor Cal was lead to the middle of the floor, where he was placed on his chest. Then, just as had been done to Skyler twice before, Tim and Patrick each took a cheek and were ordered to spank it as red as they could; they had one minute.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!!!
Calvin screamed and cried and tried to wiggle away from the hands that flew without a care across his bare butt. His cheeks were already stinging from the the caning Skyler had given, but this one full minute of agony.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!!!
To Patrick and Timmy's delight, they actually enjoyed their job Skyler had given them. Timmy was feeling a little apprehensive, because he knew that he was going to be getting it again in a few more minutes, this time from Patrick. Timmy was hoping that Patrick was going to wear out his hand on Calvin's bum and wouldn't have enough in him to really hurt him.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!!!
Again and again, Pat and Tim pounded down hard on their friend. All three were naked, and Skyler could see the two spankers had regained their raging hard ons from the previous hour.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!!!
Tim may have showed less mercy that Pat; maybe it was because he knew he was going to be the same, and he was working out his frustration. Maybe it was the sheer joy of watching Cal squirm. For whatever reason, Cal got no sympathy from his two best friends.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!!!
Finally, it came to an end, and not a moment too soon for Cal. Once again he was lead over to the corner, where he was told he would stand with his hands on his head for a good hour. Next up, it was Tim's turn to be up-turned!
Skyler told Patrick to sit on the sofa (still naked, and erect), as little Timmy would lay down over his lap in the "classic" spanking position. There Pat was told to give Tim a nice long, hard hand spanking.
"How many wacks?" Patrick asked, rubbing his hand over the welts from earlier in the evening.
"At least a hundred, no more than two hundred," Skyler said; Timmy gasped, as Skyler noted an amazingly pleased look creep across Patrick's face.
"How long do I have?" Patrick said, lifting his arm slowling in the air, as he (and Skyler) practically salivated over it's impending impact.
"At least ten minutes, but no longer than twenty," Skyler whispered, as he felt his pecker practically burst forth from his jeans.
SMACK!
Pat's hand finally connected; Tim let out a gasp. * By the sixth he was wimpering for Pat to go easy on him * By the eleventh he was crying lightly * by the twenty- third Tim was crying harder * By the thirty-third he was trying to block the blows with his hand * By fiftieth he was bucking and girating all over Pat's lap, their naked, prepubsecent _c_o_c_k_s rubbing and jabbing into each other. * By the seventy-first Tim's bucking went bolistic as the young boy had his first orgasm * by the seventy-fifth he had fallen limp over Patrick's lap * By the eightieth Patick was pinching his eyes shut, because he too was closing in on his first climax * by the eighty-sixth he picked up the pace considerably, finishing off fourteen wacks in mere minutes as he grinded his pelvis into the naked crotch of his helpless victim * By the one hundred and first wack Pat had finished with his first (dry) orgasm.
Patrick's hand was worn out almost as much as Tim's butt. The two youngsters were totally wiped out. As Tim continued to wale like a banshee, Pat looked over at a stunned and horned up Skyler to ask what time it was.
"Ah," Skyler said, almost startled; even though this was a dream, he had never seen anything like that before. "You still have six minutes...don't waste any more time!" Skyler barked.
Tim's heart sank...six more _f_u_c_k_ing minutes!!!
"My hand hurts," Patrick whined, as Skyler presented him with a hairbrush.
"Here you go," Skyler said, tosseling Timmy's hair. "Go to town..."
Skyler woke before Patrick could finish. It didn't matter though; his own boner was throbbing uncontrollably. He began stroking and stroking it until he finally was able to find satisfaction. He then sunk his wrickled, prune body back under the water and kept thinking to himself..."Only if...only if...!"