Chipper White was still furious at his little cousin, Tommy, for what happened at the beach. He thought long and hard at what he should do, and decided a little spanking fun with him might be suffeciant payback!
Chip waited about a month before he unleashed his plan. For it, he needed his good...er...friend, Brandon Wilson. Brandon had seemed to enjoy watching Tommy getting spanked those previous time. Chip thought he might like participating in a little old fashioned justice.
The day of Chip's revenge was on a Sunday. Uncle Rod had gone to church with Christine that morning, and Tommy was left all alone with his cousin. Like most Sunday's, Tommy was just lounging around in his little, white fruit of the looms when Brandon came by.
Chip greated him, and they decided to go to the basement. Tommy thought that was unusual, because normally they would scurry up to Chip's room to do whatever it was they did up there (Tommy thought he knew).
"What are you guys going to do?" Tommy asked.
"Play some ping-pong, wanna come down?"
"Sure," Tommy beamed. Since he and Alex had stopped being friends (a terrible incident involving the swimming team and a paddle-ball paddle), Tommy was feeling very loney, so he jumped at the chance to hang out with the big kids.
"Let me go get some pants on," Tommy said, getting up off of the sofa.
"Don't sweat it, dude," Chipper said, motioning him downstairs. "It's just Brandon. He's practicaly family."
Tommy really didn't want to argue with him; even though Rod frowned on him hanging out in his underwear past noon on the weekend, Tommy didn't think he should really fight Chip about it, since he was invited to come downstairs.
Once downstairs, Chip and Brandon started playing with tommy watching. They said he could play the winner (he was so thrilled!) It was actually a pretty good game, very close and fast and intense.
"So, how come you guys don't play ping pong much?" Brandon asked (just like he was coached by Chipper).
"I don't know," Chip said, eyeing his cousin. "Maybe it's because Daddy like to play another game with these paddles, huh Tommy."
"Yeah, I guess," Tom shrugged.
"Tommy gets jealous whenever we play ping pong because the white ball never turns red when IT gets spanked by the paddles," Chip said, as Brandon started laughing. Tommy laughed at that one too.
The two continued playing for another five minutes when both agreed to call it a draw. They were too tired to keep playing.
"Hey!" Tommy said. "What about me? You said I could play?"
"We're tired Tommy," Chip said.
"But I wanted to play with you guys," Tommy began to pout.
"Oh, all right, if we play a different game, would you want to play?" Chip asked, really making it seem like it was Tommy's idea.
"Sure!" Tommy said. "WHATEVER you guys want to play, I'll do it!"
Without hesitating, Chip told Tommy to hop on the ping pong table. Tommy didn't even ask why (stupid little kid), and that's when Chipper explained the rules to the new game he just made up - a game that encompassed BOTH uses for the ping pong paddle.
Suddenly Tommy felt sick to his stomach...
"I think I need to go upstairs and do something..." Tommy said, trying to get off of the table.
"Not so fast, dude," Chip said, leaning his little, scared cousin all the way on his back. "Let's just call the PAY BACK."
"Pay back, for what?" Tommy said, as he laid there defenseless.
"The beach!" Chipper said, as he moved Tom's knees up to his chest. "Here, hold these."
Tommy did what he was told. He was so nervous...what was Chipper going to do, and why did Brandon have such a sickening smile on. He really was a pervert, that Brandon dude. Tommy didn't like...
"HEY!" Tommy yelled, as Chipper slowly lifted up his white cotton briefs. "What are you doing!"
"Fair is fair, Apple Butt," Chip said, as he lifted the under pants up and off of his little prepubescent cousin. Tommy just shivered there, naked on his back on the ping pong table. He was mad to clutch his knees, and he knew this gave Chip and Brandon the cheep thrill of being able to see both his bare ass and his exposed private parts. He began to cry, praying that Uncle Rod came home soon.
"Stop your blubbering," Chip snapped. "You know you deserve this, for the beach incident."
"Please don't..." Tommy began to cry.
"Dude, you better save it," Chip said, putting Tommy into the perfect position. "We'll be giving you something to cry about soon enough."
And with that, Brandon and Chip took their postions. the game was simple enough. Each teen would take a whack on one of Tommy's ass cheeks. Whenever Tommy let go of his knees, whoever gave the last whack wins.
"But don't get any bright ideas about dropping the knees after the first whack!" Chipper yelled. "Because YOUR incentive in this game is simple: you drop you knees during the game BEFORE both of us reach twenty wacks, and you will get plenty more over the knee of the loser."
"Yeah, so you better hold on tight," Brandon said, his eyes glued to Tommy's hairless crotch.
They went over the rules one last time, to make sure Tommy understood that it was in his best interest to hold onto his legs during their paddling. He said he understood, and assed them...excuse me...I mean ASKED them to hurry up.
Chipper and Brandon flipped a coin to see who was going to "serve" first. Brandon one, and he brought his arm all the wacy back and...
SMAAAAACK!!! The loudest noise any of them had ever heard. Brandon actually stopped and looked around, the noise was so loud. Instantly the cheek he was spanking was turning bright pink; Tommy bit his lip and waited for his cousin to...
SMAAAACK!!!...Ooooooh! Tommy let out a little moan as he felt the other cheek light right up from Chip's paddle.
SMAAAACK!!! / SMAAAACK!!! / SMAAAAAACK!!!! / SMAAAAACK!!!! / SMAAAAAACK!!!! / SMAAAAAAAACK!!!!!
The two teens were developing quite a style, as Tommy held onto his legs for dear life. His ass was quickly reddening, and he couldn't imagine it getting much worse - he didn't know how he'd be able to take much...
SMAAAAAAACKKKKK!!!
OOOOOOOOoooooohhhhhh!!!
...more!! Tommy was now pleading for them to stop at ten. He had had enough!!
SMAAAAACK!!!!...came Chipper's answer, as did the next horrible thirteen! SMAAAACK!!! Tommy squealed out SMAAAACK!!! Brandon was mesemerized by Tommy's balls SMAAAAAACK!!!! With each new SMAAAAACK!!!! they would shake up and then back. SMAAAAAACK!!!! Brandon could have watched those little things all day SMAAAAAACK!!!!! Meanwhile, Tommy's cries got more and more fierce SMAAAACK!!! as his bottom fired right up like a blazing sun SMAAAACK!!! Chip's arm was getting a little tired SMAAAACK!! But he knew there were plenty more to go SMAAAAACK!!!! this should teach the little _f_u_c_k_er a lesson SMAAAAAACK!!!!a painful lesson! SMAAAAAAACK!!!!!
and with one final SMAAAAAACK!!!!! Tommy flung his hands off his legs and down to cover his bare red ass. "Pleeeease!" Tommy cried out. "No more!"
"Yay!" Brandon said throwing his arms up. "I win! I win!"
"We should do the best out of three!" Chipper said, eyeing his little cousin rubbing his bare ass.
"No way, dude!" Brandon said, grabbing Tommy by the arm and helping the naked kid off of the table. "I won, fair and square, and now his rump is all mine." Tommy was screaming for mercy.
"Only for spanking!" Chipper reminded.
"Well, duh!" Brandon said, knowing full well what Chipper was referring to. He brought Tommy over to a chair and put the little boy over his legs.
"Not the paddle, though," Chip said. "Use your hand." Tommy was releaved to hear that."
"Ah, man!" Brandon said, tossing is aside.
"But since he only got 23 three whacks instead of 40," Chipper said, bending down to pick up Tom's underpants with his paddle, "Give him a hard seventeen whacks with your hand."
"Nooooooo!!!" Tommy screamed; this was so _f_u_c_k_ing unfair!!
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Brandon's hand came fast and quick. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! Tommy could feel his pecker poking into his side. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He was so mortified he didn't efven put up a fight. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! He just took itSPANK! SPANK! SPANK! and then one final hard, sharp SPANK!!!!and Tommy just laid there sobbing, totally humilated.
A moment later Chipper flung the underpants on Tommy's head. Tommy was hoping that Chip would get the lotion out to rub out the inferno on his bum. No such luck.
Chip was anxious to take Brandon and go to his room. He had a really flushed look on his face when Tommy finally looked up at him. Brandon also seemed anxious, but he seemed more interested in staying with Tommy.
Once they were gone Tommy gingerly pulled on his shorts and went to his room to sob and sob. When he heard Uncle Rod come home, he quickly put on some more clothes and washed his face.
"Have you done all your chores, boy?" Uncle Rod asked, upon coming home.
"Almost done," Tommy said, grabbing a garbage bag. "There's some stuff downstairs I need to throw away."
Tommy went downstairs and put in the trash the dreaded ping pong paddles. If he had been thinking clearly he would have known that would have only made things worse. But that day, at that time, he needed to be rid of them. He did NOT want to play in another of Brandon and Chip's games.