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A sequel to SKYLER AND THE SWIMMING HOLE
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It was the worst nightmare Skyler had ever had. In it he was spending the night over at Christopher's house. The little creep had won a bet the day before where Skyler had to be his best friend, so Skyler HAD to go (even in his dreams he was a honorably child).
In the dream, Christopher had won a game of strip poker, and once again Skyler was totally naked. In order to get his clothes back, Skyler would have to FIND them. Christopher then hid them all over the house. If he didn't find them, Skyler would have to go home naked, as he had the day before. If Skyler won, he would get to spank Christopher!
Skyler didn't like the game, but because he didn't have much of a choice he did. Naturally, even in his dreams, Skyler is a loser.
For ten minutes, the naked 11 year old scampered all over Chrisopher's house (actually, Skyler had never been there before, but he imagined it would be pretty big). He found most of his clothes, except his underpants. When time was up, Skyler began crying as the nine year old showed off that the briefs were in his pockets the whole time.
"That's unfair!" Skyler yelled.
"Tough," the little _s_h_i_t_ said. "You could have checked me out, but you didn't."
"Ah, man!" Skyler threw the rest of his clothes on the floor, and almost started crying.
"Oh well, you big baby, I guess you have to go home NAKED!" Christopher laughed.
Skyler twitched, shivering from a draft that suddenly appeared. He started begging for Chrisopher to show him SOME kind of mercy and let him wear something home.
Christopher thought about it for a moment, and since Skyler was acting like such a baby, he should have to dress like one too. He told Skyler that he could wear a diaper home!
"A diaper!" Skyler was mortified.
"Yeah!" and suddenly one appeared big enough for Skyler (this was, after all, a dream.
Skyler looked at it and figured that a diaper would be better than BARE, so he agreed.
"Not so fast!" Christopher laughed, as his naked buddy reached up for the diaper. "Come here first, baby."
Christopher then lead poor, naked Skyler over to the couch, placed his friend over his lap, and then began to give him a hellova spanking! Over and over again, the boy's small hand landed all over Skyler's chubby butt. "Man this is fun!" Chrisopher saidn in the middle of it. "Everyone should try this!" SKyler didn't think so!!
Skyler did a good job of not crying, but after ten minutes (!!), he finally gave in and openly sobbed. Finally Christoher finished, only because his hand was tired. "Man, your ass is red, Skyler!" he said. "Bet that one hurt!"
Even in the dreams, Skyler can't escape the angry hand of a spanking zealist! The worst part came, though as Skyler was made to lay on his back as Christopher fashioned the diaper around him. It was so embarrassing to be SPANKED and the DIAPERED by a kid two years younger!!
When the diaper was on, Skyler had to secretly make his wake back hom, hoping not to get caught. As he took a step outside, suddenly the dream changed and he could hear his father's angry footsteps coming....
Skyer woke up with a jolt. His father was stomping up the stairs, and once again Skyle had overslept. He shot out of bed and scurried to get as much of his clothes on over his PJ's as possible. When his dad finally got to the door, Skyler said, "I'm on my way, Daddy." His father looked at his son, and let the tardiness pass...this time.
Skyler rushed downstairs and started doing his morning chores before having breakfast. His Dad had to leave early to go pick up Markley, a local teenager, who was going to help Skyler's Dad with the farm.
Skyler got right to work, as he waved good-bye to his Daddy; he could not believe he had over slept again! He would just like to get through one dang day without giving his Pa a reason to burn his seat.
If that _f_u_c_k_ing dream was any indication, this didn't look like it would be the day, though. No sooner than he was counting his lucky stars for avoiding a dreaded early morning tanning, than he spilled a bunch of paint all over himself.
_d_a_m_n_! He thought to himself. The paint got all over the grass too! He looked around to see if his Daddy had seen the accident. He hadn't. He then began thinking that if he could somehow get rid of the paint splattered clothes, he could then tell his Dad that someone other than him must have spilled the paint! (Eleven year old country boys are not really known for their brains).
He stripped off his clothes in the barn, and put them in a big burlap sack. He then looked at his PJ's and realized that they were also ruined by the paint...DRAT! He peeled them off, putting them in the sack, and thus was left in his underpants.
Skyler looked back outside and saw that the coast was clear. He darted across the yard, wearing only his fruit of the loom briefs (he really ought to get boxers!) and made it to the back door. WHEW! MADE IT! he thought...
"Skyler, what the hell are you doing?" _s_h_i_t_! It was Markley.
"Ah, I thought Dad was going to pick you up?" Skyler studdered, trying to cover up his tiny package.
"Oh, my car is out of the shop, so I came on over. I tried to call...why are you running around in your underwear, boy?" Markley was perplexed.
Skyler explained everything, and how he would like to make it through ONE day without his Dadd spanking him. He then begged Markley not to say anything, saying he would do ANYTHING as to avoid getting a spanking from his Pa.
Markley, a tall, strong twenty year old was pretty amused at the whole thing. He said sure, but it will cost him...
Skyler had a pretty good idea what THAT meant!
Markley opened up the back door of the porch and marched Skyler into the back yard. He then had the youngster go and pick a fine, hard, solid switch from one of the trees. Skyler was horrified, but did it as quickly as he could (he was certain he was being watched). Skyler brought the switch over to Markley who checked out out, then turned poor little Skyler around, and draped him over one knee.
"Can't we at least go inside!" Skyler cried out.
"Nope," Markley said as he began giving Skyler a severe switching over the kid's thin, cotton briefs.
Shhhhhh-SWAT! Shhhhhhhhh-SWAT! Shhhhhhhhhhh-SWAAAAT!
Skyler started crying up a storm, as that piece of wood tore into his ass. Markley was obviously an expert too, first going to the middle, then to the top, then the bottom part, then he started laying them over each other.
Shhhhhh-SWAAAATTTTT! SHHHHHHHH-SWWWWATT!
Skyler was blubbering so hard, he didn't realize that Markley had stopped at ten.
"No, go on in and get changed before your Daddy gets home!" Markley barked, as he tossed the switch aside.
Skyler hobbled on in and was going to go soak his stinging bottom in a tub of cool water, but he heard his Pa's car pull up. He quickly put on his clothes (making sure they were close enough to the ones ruined by the paint, so that his Dad wouldn't be suspicious) and ran (as best he could) to the barn where he was going to get rid of the clothes and blame the paint accident on some mysterious stranger.
When he got there though, he was shocked to find that his clothes and the burlap sack were already gone. Had Markley already taken them? He decided it didn't matter, as he went over to greet his Dad and tell him the news that SOMEONE had come in and spilled paint everywhere.
His dad looked suspicious, but after taking a close look at his boy he couldn't see any paint on him, so he took his word for it.
"Can I go play?" Skyler asked.
"Dontcha want to come in and sit down for breakfast?" his Dad asked.
Actually, Skyler did want to, but he COULDN'T thanks to Markley's beating just minutes earlier. So, off Skyler scampered to enjoy the rest of the day.
His first stop was over to Timmy to see if he and the rest of his friends wanted to go to the swimming hole. When he got there it was just Timmy and Calvin and Patrick playing video games.
"Naw, it looks like it might storm," Timmy said.
"Yeah, we were thinking about just staying in and playing Nintindo," Patrick chuckled.
"Or something else," Calvin laughed.
"Yeah, or something else," the other two agreed in unison.
Skyler quickly learned what they were talking about. It seems they did spy on the birching in the back yard, and the spilling of the paint...and in fact were the ones who had swiped the burlap sack.
"Ah, nuts!" Skyler said. "What do you guys want?" He knew it would cost them to keep quiet.
"What do we always want from you, Skyler?!" Timmy laughed, throwing his arms out.
Moments later, Skyler had stripped off all of his clothes and was laying down on Timmy's bed. "Man, lok at those stipes!" Patrick said, running his hand across Skyler's bare bottom.
"Stop that, FAG!" Skyler said.
"Wow! Bet you wish you had fessed up to your Daddy now, huh?" Cal said.
Skyler didn't say anything. He just buried his head in the pillow, hoping that this would be over quick. The three torturs did "rocks, paper, scissors" to decided who would get to do what. When they decided, they expained to Skyler what the next hour would be like.
"Since I won," Timmy explained, "I get to be the judge of these two. One will take your left cheek, and the other will take the right. They have five minutes to get it nice and red. The winner will get to spank the loser."
"Ah, man!" Skyler said, as his stomach sank. "What about you."
"I get to spank you when they are done," Timmy explained.
"Ahhh, MAN!" Skyler scrunched up his face, as the three assumed their positions around their bare, naked friend.
Then the game bagan!
SPANK! SPANK!
The two went to town on Skyler's ass, each taking a different approach.
SPANK! SPANK!
Calvin's wacks were more hard, but fewer, while Patrick just SPANKED! and SPANKED! and SPANKED! some more, as quickly as he could.
SPANK! SPANK!
Naturally, they had Skyler crying in no time. He was wiggling and sobbing and pleading for them to stop this miserable game...
SPANK! SPANK!
But neither boy wanted to be a loser, so they made sure that their cheek was the reddist one!
SPANK! SPANK!
Skyler really wished they would find a different game, because this one was just the pits!!
SPANK! SPANK!
For five of the longest minutes in his life, Skyler was held tight as these boys wailed on his bare butt until their hands hurt.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!
And eventually, Timmy said that time was up, and said that Calvin was the obvious winner. The three argued for a few minutes as Skyler (rubbing his sore rear) cried and cried and cried, but then Patrick decided to be a gracious loser and dropped his pants to present the winner with a fresh, unspanked bottom (unlike Skyler, he just had to pull his pants down and not actual
So, Timmy flung Skyler over his lap while Patrick was flung over Calvin's lap, and a brisk (well, as brisk as you can get in five minutes!) double spanking was taking place. Timmy went easier on Skyler than he would have liked to, but it didn't matter - Skyler was wailing like a fog horn, his ass hurt so _d_a_m_n_ much. Calvin, on the other hand (so to speak) wasn't so generous with his victim.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Patrick was squealing and crying and begging for him to go easy.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"This is suppose to just be a game!" Pat whined.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!!
"Man, dude," Calvin said. "You are a bigger baby than Sky!"
SWAT! SWAT SWAT! SWAT!
Cal didn't go easy, and before long all that was heard was the stereo sound of smacking and sobbing, as both Patrick and Skyler were in great pain.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
When that five minute session was over, Patrick was allowed to pull up his britches while Skyler had to go stand naked in the corner of Timmy's room until they said it was okay for him to put them back on. Then they left, saying they would be back up in about thirty minutes or so.
Skyler was never so embarrassed in all his life. It wasn't even noon yet, and his was already beaten like an old rug. He stood there naked and shivered, and rubbed his blistered, sore fanny. At least Patrick got a spanking too! He wish he had been the one to have given it to him, though!! He didn't even get to see it (he was facing the wrong way!)
After thirty minutes, he began calling down to his "friends." None of them answered. He waited for awhile. Still nothing. He left his corner and peaked out of Timmy's room. He then moved on over and walked out. "Come on guys!" Skyler yelled, from the top of the stairs. "This isn't funny!"
Slowly, the naked, beaten boy crept down the stairs and looked around for the three amigos. Nothing. Nowhwere! They wouldn't have left him alone in Timmy's house NAKED...? He began looking for his clothes, but just then he heard the front door open!
_s_h_i_t_! He quickly dove behind the couch and hid as Timmy's mother and father and little sister, Cristy, came in from the store. _d_a_m_n_! THIS SUCKED!! "And me without a diaper," Skyler jokingly thought, although this really was no laughing matter.
They walked past the living room and into the kitchen; all except Cristy who plopped down on the couch to watch Barney!! Skyley was mortified! How would he explain this to Timmy's parents? Maybe if he told them the truth they would feel sympathy...nah! That was crazy! Timmy's pop is the same man who yelled out an 8 year old on Timmy's T-ball team for "playing like a girl!" (the player actually was a girl). Nope. This man would feel no sympathy for poor Skyler.
Skyler reached around and grabbed an afgan from the corner of the couch and wrapped it around himself. Then he waited in silence, and occasionally rubbed his bare bum, which still hurt like the _d_i_c_k_ens. Finally, during some lame song, Cristy got up to go get some food out of the kitchen.
Skyler made a break for it, going from behind the couch to behind the curtains to behind a corner near the steps, and just as Cristy returned, he was able to dart up the stairs and back to Timmy's room, where he should have stayed to begin with.
His plan now was to borrow some of Timmy's clothes, and try and sneak on out. He quiety went through everything, trying to find something that both he and Timmy would wear. Then it dawned on him: both boy were on the same baseball team; he would just put on his friend's uniform!!
He rumaged quietly until he had all the componants. Since he thought it was gross to wear his buddy's underpants, he decided to put on his jock strap alone. For some reason that didn't seem as gross. After he put them all on, he quietly peaked out of Tim's room and the coast was clear!
WHEW!!!
He tip-toed to the edge of the steps, and he was almost half way down the stairs when Timmy's father stopped him with a firm hand on the shoulder.
"Son, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Ahhhh," Skyler thought quick, "I was playing hide and go seek with the guys, and while I was hiding, they played a trick on me and left!"
"Oh," Timmy's father laughed. "That's too bad. Well, off you go, son."
"Thanks!" Skyler said. He started down the steps when suddenly Cristy spoke up:
"Daddy? Why is he wearing Timothy's baseball outfit?"
Skyler froze as the man answered, "Both Skyler and your brother are on the same team, sweetie."
"I know, but that's Timothy's outfit," she said pointing. "See, it's got Timmy's number on the back of it."
_s_h_i_t_!
The man took a look at it and realized his youngest was right...it was his son's uniform, and NOT Skylers. Skyler tried to explain that the boys had told him they were playing STRIP hide and go seek, and they ran off with his clothes, and then Skyler started wimpering not to tell his Pa because he Pa would spank him...
"You Father is a good man," Timmy's Dad said. "I don't know how he would feel about you stealing clothes that didn't belong to you."
Skyler tried to protest, but he was simply lead over to the couch where Cristy had moved. The man then ordered Skyler out of the third pair of clothes he had worn that day. Skyler really tried to protest, but Timmy's father said that if he wanted, they could just go tell his father and let HIM deal with it.
Skyler knew (yet again) that he was done for. He stripped slowly down to his friend's jock strap, which the man let him keep it on. Then, without even being told to, Skyler layed down over Timmy's father's lap and waited for the spanking.
The man was startled. Not just at the jesture, but at the already pinkinsh glow on Skyler's bottom.
"Looks like I'm not going to be your first today, boy," Timmy's dad laughed.
"No, sir."
"Cristy," the man said to his daughter. "Could ou go up to my room and get my slipper."
"Yes, Daddy!" the little girl practically sang, as she turned and darted up the heels. Skyler was already crying a bit, and as the little girl returned - so did Timmy and the rest of the friends.
But they were not alone! They had gone and gathered up about ten OTHER kids to have them see Skyler naked in his room. They all came into the living room and gathered around Timmy's father and Skyler.
"Hey!" Timmy said. "Why is he wearing my jock strap?" The other kids all giggled. Skyler was totally mortified. He looked over and saw that little nine year old creep, Chritopher (dreams do come true!), grinning like a little buck-tooth bastard!
"It seems that when you left with his clothes," Timmy 's pa said, resting the slipper on Skyler's tushie, "that he decided to steal yours, and then lie about it."
"So Daddy's going to spank him!" Cristy said.
"I can see that," Timmy said. "Do you need us to do anything, Pa?" Timmy asked, with one hellova grin.
"Nope," the man said, raising the slipper. "You can all stay and watch, though. I'm sure Skyler's father wouldn't mind."
And then it began! The absolute WORST spanking of Skyler's young life, complete with witnesses.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT
The slipper came so quickly, and so hard, Skyler was crying before that fourth spank was even delivered.
SWAT! SWAT!
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Skyler cried out, as the other children started laughing.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"Man!" one of the guests said. "That sure looks like it hurts, Skyler!"
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"Oh, it does!" Timmy's father said.
SWAT! SWAT!
"That slipper sure does cover most of his butt!" Cal observed. They all laughed again as Skyler tried nin vain to get out of the vice like grip he was in.
SWAT! SWAT!
"Bet he can't sit down for a week!"
SWAT! SWAT!!!
"Or a month!!"
SWAT! SWAT!!
"Look at him wiggle!!"
SWAT SWAT!!
"You ain't going anywhere, boy!" Timmy's father said, really grabbing a hold of him and then REALLY letting fly about twenty HARD spanks with the shoe.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!!
"You sure are a good spanker, sir," one of the little creeps said.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!!!!!!!
"He gets lots of practice on Timothy!" Cristy volunteered. They all laughed.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!!!
"Shut up, Cristy!" Timmy yelled.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!!!
Finally, the spanking was over and Skyler just sobbed uncontrollably over the man's large lap. Everyone there had really enjoyed what they just witnessed...and little did they know they were going to get more.
"All right, who took his clothes?" Timmy's father said.
Suddenly the laughter stopped, as the three guilty parties raised their hands.
"Where are his clothes?"
The man's son sheepishly answered that they had taken and put them in Skyler's father's barn.
"All right, Skyler, you can go," the man said, as Skyler slowly got up. "You can return Timmy 's strap another day. Now go on home. I got three more butts to blister."
Skyler thought about protesting; if any one deserved to watch Pat, Timmy and Calvin get slippered it was HIM. But, he decided just the knowledge of the three creeps getting spanked was good enough. He left out the back door, wearing nothing but the jock strap and a purple ass. He limped slowly in the open to the back of Timmy's place where he then walked over to the barn and found his clothes.
It took him about ten minutes to get dressed, then he went on home, nodding to Markley and telling his Dad he was feeling sick. Skyler then made his way up to the bathroom where he fell asleep in a tub of cold water, grateful that he was going to make it through a day where his Dad wouldn't have to spank him. Maybe he might even be able to make it through his dreams too...!