The Mohawked Depunking Spanking
Ronny was a little punk alright. He had hair 3 4 the way down his back, blond and wavy - sometimes curling at the ends if it was humid. He wore his bangs of long hair down over his eyes to the tip of his nose as often as possible, just to aggravate all the adults and dudes who hated his long hair. He wore impossibly baggy jeans that sagged all the way down his butt most days, cinched with a belt just under the round of his boxered rearend. He loved wearing nylon or silk boxers that were shiny and slippery to accent the saggin routine. Throughout the day, he would often have to pull up his pants - of course he would only pull them up to about 1 2 way up his butt and then let the S...L...I...D...E begin again. He usually would reach down to his crotch (between his knees usually) and yank the cool pants up. He wore heavy leather boots to make himself look taller they had thick soles and heels. He wore several chains that were slung along the length of his leg, the lowest reaching his knee. His earrings and leather choker set everything else off. He strutted down the hallways at school, and ruled the roost, telling off anyone he didnt like and tormenting kids who had less self esteem - even though many of them were bigger physically than this little punk!
One day, a new kid came to the school - a real PUNK too - he had a mohawk! Yes, the dude had an honest to goodness mohawk that stretched 10 inches into the air in awesomely styled, waxed, gelled, hairsprayed long hair. He wore leather jacket - sometimes with nothing under or a muscle shirt, he wore skintight jeans with holes ripped in all the right places, torn and worn jeans that showed off his small but muscular physique. He, too, had earrings and a nose ring. He wore combat boots that almost reached his knees - and he was COOL. Ronny hated this kid immediately. How dare he come into his school and his domain with such a faggy haircut and cool clothes, trying to take his power ??
Ronny managed to cajole some of his friends into disliking this punk dude, too. He told them that the dude couldnt be allowed to strut around the school like that. They tended to agree, but then they knew they had to agree with Ronny - or else. He told them his plan. After the new kid had been there about 3 weeks, Ronny and his motley group of pals decided it was time. They had planned it perfectly. Bill, one of Ronnys friends approached Karl - the mohawked punk. Bill had a bit of shaved sides to his hair and looked a little like a punk dude, so they picked him to go and ask Karl to meet him after school because he was starting up a punk band and needed a cool looking dude to join in. Karl quickly agreed. They knew from band that he played a wicked guitar, so it was no stretch to convince him. They were to meet at Ronnys garage. Bill gave Karl the directions and then all the boys stayed in wait. Right on time, Karl came cycling up the road. He didnt see anyone around, so he got off his bike, walked over to a truck that was parked on the road and used its sideview mirror to fix his hair. The little baggy he carried with him all the time had hairspray in it. After fussing with his hair - the dudes inside the garage peering out at him and stifling laughter, he approached the garage. Ronny said, Look at the fag dude fixing his fag hawk. I couldnt think of a better victim for being depunked. The boys laughed and agreed. They thought he didnt look so tough standing in front of the truck mirror, taking furtive glances to ensure nobody was watching before he pampered his pride and joy - his tall gleaming mohawk. Karl had a chain running from his nosering to an earring, slung across his cheek. He had chains on his boots, too.
Bill opened the door for Karl, who was quickly tucking his baggie with the hairspray under onto the handlebars of his tenspeed.
Hey dude, hows it going ?
Cool, Karl replied sullenly - punkly, entering the garage.
He was quickly introduced to the guys in the band. Then, they said hed have to go through a small initiation. Karl didnt like the sound of that.
What do I have to do.
Ronny stood aside and revealed an old barber chair. Karls eyes got wide, his mohawk seemed to stand even more at attention. Ronny temporarily lifted his silky blond hair off his eyes so that he could look right into Karls eyes. You need to get into the chair and let us give you a little boys haircut.
NO WAY, Karl turned to go, but the boys would not let him out.
Yes way, Ronny laughed. Bring him over boys.
The boys struggled to drag Karl over to the chair. The reluctant haircut victim was putting up a good fight. Come on, dude. It wont hurt, it is just hair, Ronny laughed and sneered at the mohawked punk. We just want to cut your faggy hawk off.
He aint gonna come willingly, one of the boys yelled.
Then hell have to come, my way, Ronny reached out as the boys had Karl pretty much restrained. He grabbed the punk by his nose chain and pulled him over to the chair. Just before he forced Karl into the chair, he said, Youll have to suffer another depunking indignity now, and laughed hysterically. The boys knew what was up now. Theyd seen it before. Bring me the paddle, Bill. Ronny took his position in the barber chair, looking a bit ridiculous cause he had a difficult time getting up that far with his huge baggy pants saggin down his ass, the crotch near his knees. Also, his almost waist length dark blond hair hung seductively over the arms and back of the barber chair - taunting with their flow and beauty - long long hair.
The boys helped him get Karl up over his knee, but with one hand still yanking his nose chain it wasnt hard. He wasnt actually hurting Karl, but the threat of pulling the chain was enough. Finally, the mohawked punk with the torn skintight jeans was over Ronnys knee. Bill brought the paddle. The skintight jeans werent much protection against the paddle. Each swat stung severely and the young punk tough dude was feeling it. SWAT SWAT SWAT Ronny whalloped the lads tight jeaned ass with the paddle until he started to yell obsenities. Oh the faggy punk is a mouthy faggy punk, eh. Ronny liked to call other dudes fags or sissyboys or farmboys cause he thought these were the worst insults. He was a spoiled COOL dude who gave the finger to his father and mother when they asked him to cut his longhair or pull it out of his eyes or mouth (he liked to suck on it sometimes) or to pull his pants up. He was SPOILED rotten - a bad boy. Then he asked the boys to help again. They struggled to pull his jeans down, but they couldnt get them down, they were too tight and he kept trying to escape. Since they already had holes selectively torn under the cheeks of his butt, Ronny finally smiled and reached in with his fingers. He tore the denim all the way across the dudes ass, revealing a nice pink butt - no undies. The little round butt hanging out through the now totatally ripped denim trousers looked more like a little kids butt than a tough punk dude with combat boots and earrings and mohawk. Ronny proceeded to swat the punks pink arse until he was crying and snivelling like a baby. They looked down at him and saw the tears rolling down his cheeks as he begged them to stop, snot running out of his punk nose, getting caught on his nose to earring chain. Please, my ass, my ass, please - stop spanking me. He couldnt believe he was being spanked. Ronny had one more job to do before letting the poor snivelling punk boy up - he took a sharp pair of scissors and snipped straight down the mohawk, shearing off 10 inches of proud tall mohawked punk hair - the long spikes fell ignominously to the floor revealing a small pink scalp. The dude would no longer look the tough punk, but rather a little boy. Ronny took a pair of clippers and edged a nice hair part in the dudes remaining short hair so that he would not be able to spike it or make it cool in any way. He gave Karls butt one more parting slap. The punk dude couldnt believe hed just been spanked - hed never NEVER been spanked before - hed been spoiled just as Ronny had - When he stood up and saw himself in the mirror, he couldnt believe it - he looked like he did when he was 10 years old - skinny little head with almost no hair, parted and slicked down like a good boys haircut. He was crying and his butt hurt. His _s_e_x_y skin-tight faded, torn and threadbare jeans were ruined. He was depunked !
(any suggestions for more stories like this or what you would like to see happen to Ronny would really help me keep the series going).