Now that swim season was over, Tommy was releaved that he wouldn't have to see any of those kids ever again. He was really regretting moving here with his uncle and cousin. It seemed that the only thing he got to do was rub his butt! Were other kids spanked this much, he use to think?

He didn't bother asking any of his friends because poor Tommy didn't have any. The one friend he thought he had was a little ass-hole named Alex, who was never a friend at all. After the incident at the swimming pool, where Alex set Tommy up and Tommy got a public bare ass spanking in front of about 20 other boys, Tommy decided never to forgive the little _s_h_i_t_ and had successfully ignored Alex's constant calling.

"Tommy," cousin Chip would say, "Alex is on the phone!"

"Tell him to drop dead," the little kid would say back. Chip was never too keen about Tommy being Alex's friend, but he felt bad for him since he really didn't have any other friends his own age to play with.

Uncle Rod decided to make the last couple of weeks of that summer the best by-far for the boys. He announced he had taken time off from work and they were all going to go to a beach! Just the three of them, like a regular family.

Tommy was so thrilled. Finally he'd be able to get away, and maybe Alex would get the hint and leave him alone. So, off the three went, on their long three hour trip to the beach.

Now, I'm not sure where you are from, but around these parts it's considered a felony if you don't at least stop at a Stuckey's while on a long road trip. So, seeing as to the fact that Rod, Chip and Tommy were not law-breakers, they stopped to pee, fart, grab a soad and a peacan log and check out the tacky nick nacks.

There was one in particular that Rod really thought was a hoot: the "gag" paddles!

"Here, boys, look at these!" Rod said, motioning for Tommy and Chipper to come over and look at the different paddles. He then held them up and asked which one he should get. Tommy rolled his eyes as Chipper laughed (sure he could laugh! Tommy thought. He no longer got spanked with the paddle, just the belt!!)

"I don't like any of them," Tommy said looking at them ("Board Of Education," "The Hot Seat," and "Daddy's Helping Hand").

"I'm sure you wouldn't, Apple-Butt," Chipper teased.

"Shut up!" Tommy said, shoving Chipper.

"HEY!" Rod snapped at Tommy. "That's enough of that! Do I have to give you a spanking right here?"

"No, sir," Tommy moaned.

"Good."

"So, you really going to get a paddle for the trip, daddy?" Chip asked, glaring at the little cousin.

"Well, since I forgot to bring the ping pong paddle, I really should come prepared. What do you think, Chipper; which one?" Rod asked again.

"I don't know," Chipper said, winking at Tommy. "They should let you try them out, to see which one works the best, right Tommy?"

"Shut up, Chipper," Tommy said, slugging Chipper in the arm.

"That's it!" Rod said. He may condone liberal uses of corporal punishment, but he did not care for fighting or punching. He grabbed Tommy by the arm and took him over to an empty booth right there in the Stucky's dining room. Tommy started whining and apologizing and pleading for Rod NOT to do what he thought he was going to do.

"I guess Chipper is right," Rod said, moving into the booth, then placing Tommy across his lap; luckily for Tom the were only three other people in the restaurant area that afternoon. "The only way to find out which paddle is the best is to try them out."

And with that said, he pulled down Tommy's shorts and underwear all the way to his knees. Tommy was so mortified - bared in public for a paddling! And for what? Arguing with his cousin!!!

WHACK!! the first one came down and Tommy clinched his eyes closed and tried to focus on something other that the pain...

WHACK!! the second one was even worse. He really didn't want to be made to cry in...

WHACK!!!!

...ouch!!!...public, but it didn't look

WHACK!!!!

...ooooooohhhhhh!!!...good! _d_a_m_n_! That hurt, he thought...

WHACK!!!

Tommy started his crying.

Rod put that paddle down on the table and grabbed the second one (Board Of Education) and put it to work, giving Tommy a brisk five whacks across his puffy, previously white cheeks.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!

Now, everyone in Stuckey's knew what was going on, and a few interested soals came by to check it out. Some of the kids were laughing, but the parents looked on in awe, some of them wishing they had the nerve to do that.

Rod then picked up the "Helping Hand." It was wider than the other two, but also thinner. It was really funny too, because it was shaped in the way of an actual hand. Rod held Tommy firmly and put to work this wooden hand.

WHACK!! It was louder than the other two... WHACK!! And lighter too... WHACK!! And it covered more of an area... WHACK!! And the handle really fit nicely into his hand... WHACK!! Yes, this is the one that would do.

When he was done with his experiment, he handed the other two back to Chipper and told his grinning son to put them back; "The Helping Hand" is what he had decided upon! Before Chip could put them back though, two other parents that were there watching the fun asked if they could have them instead. By the time Tommy had dried his eyes and pulled up his pants, there were other young naked bottoms being paddled that afternoon in that Stuckey's.

"I guess I should thank you," the cashier said to Rod, over the aplified sound of cries and spanks coming from the dining room.

"Why?" Rod asked with a laugh.

"Because I bet we're going to sell out of those by the end of the day!" And both men had a pretty good laugh, as Tommy rolled his eyes once again. This was not a good start for the vacation!!