In the old west, two young cowboys, Bill and Jake, rode into a new small town. Their _c_o_c_k_y attitude was apparant by the way they dismounted from their horses and tipped their hats. They walk into the saloon, order a drink, and still with that attitude, ask the bartender, "Is there any action in this two bit town?" With a gleam in his eye, the bartender directed the young men to a back room where a poker game was going on.
The sheriff and three other men invited the boys to join in. At one point, Bill realizes he'd over bid and asked Jake if he could cover for him. Jake stands up and and with a smart ass mouth says, it's time to go. The sheriff stands up, pulling out his pistol says, "I don't think so, it's pay up time." When the young men attempt to leave, three other pistols are drawn. Both boys are now feeling nervous, but much more so wher the sheriff orders them to strip! "Wha, What are you gonna do?" Jake stammers. No questions, Just strip! "But" and at this point the boys can hear all the pistols being _c_o_c_k_ed. They slowly begin removing their clothes. They very slowly begin unbuttoning their union suits, pull them off, and both immediatly clasp their hands in front of them to cover their manhood.
The sheriff now orders them to put their boots back on. Now clad only with a cowboy hat and boots, the sheriff yanks their hands behind them, and cuffs them. He walks up to Bill and says, "have you guys ever seen such a little pecker on a grown man before?" Bill's face turns redder. "Or maybe you aren't a grownup yet."
The sheriff now tells the other guys, "Take these boys outside!" "NO, PLEASE" Jake pleads, but to to avail. They are led out to the saloon where the predicament is met with laughing and jeering. As they go out the front door, gasps can be heard all over the place. A little girl asks her mother, "Why don't those men have any clothes on?" She covers the girls eyes, and quickly ushers her away.
The boys are led to the town sqare, where Jake is placed in stocks, wrists and neck restrained, and Bill is led to a hitching post, where his arms are extended, and tied down. One of the guys has a rough board, and is using a hatchet to carve out a handle.
By now, quite a crowd has gathered!
The sheriff places the newly carved paddle on Jakes bare bottom, and rubbs it around, leaving splinters. With a powerful swing a loud WHACK could be heard for blocks. Bill looks over at his buddy in time to see another WHACK. Jake starts to jump up and down, and the sheriff says, "Good, dance for us." WHACK WHACK WHACK! Next onto Bill. "Even though you still look like a little boy, you're going to get a mans punishment." WHACK WHACK WHACK! "You boys are never gonna forget this town!"
After at least 50 whacks apiece, the young men a relieced, and the sheriff tells them they can go. Jake says, "We'll get our clothes and go." "Oh no, leave as you are!" "But you can't expect us to?" "GO"
The boy's behinds are now as red as cherry tomatoes, and stinging like a hive of bees had attacked them. Forgetting that the horses had been out in the hot sun for hours, they both park their bottoms down on the hot leather saddles. YEOWWW!!!!!! They jump up, much to the delight of the onlookers.
They ride out of town, mostly standing in the sturups, feeling much more humble than when they came into town.
They found a cool stream to relieve the sting on their seats, and then tried to figure out how they would find some clothes, with no money.