As in my previous story, I have employed, although somewhat less realistically here, characters from the '60's tv show "Flipper": Ranger Porter Ricks and his two sons. Who care about the dolphin?
"Who would have thought that a party for ten boys would be this much trouble?" Ranger Porter Ricks complained, half-jokingly, to his older son Sandy. They were in the kitchen of the Ricks home, preparing refreshments for younger son Bud's tenth birthday. "And thank you for helping, Sandy" Porter smiled at the blond-haired teenager. "Anything for Bud, Dad. Uh, oh - here come our guests." The eleven boys ran noisily into the living room, fresh from the lake where they had been swimming, as each boy's trunks attested. Bud, naturally the ringleadear, began playing with the presents he had already opened. His favorite seemed to be a paddle board with a ball attached. "Bud!" his father reprimanded, "I asked you not to play with that in the house. You might break something." "No, I won't, Dad," Bud replied, whacking the ball back and forth even more vigorously. The crowd of boys formed a wide circle around him to watch the performance. In his enthusiasm, he gave the ball an unusually violent smack. It flew off its string and sailed directly into the bowl brimming with punch that Mr Ricks was carrying to the living room. The sticky liquid splashed into his face and hair. The boys all froze. Mr Ricks clenched his teeth and glared at his younger son. He put the punch bowl down on the table; then, obeying his fatherly instinct, headed toward Bud. Porter propped his left foot up on a nearby stool, then hauled the protesting boy over his thigh. He raised his right hand to begin a well-deserved spanking, then suddenly realized he had an audience. He looked down to see the boys, and Sandy, standing in a half-circle around him, wide-eyed in anticipation. Bud struggled in vain, his swim trunk-covered rear end wiggling comically. Porter immediately felt the humor of the situation. He addressed the onlookers, "What's the matter, guys? Don't you know that the birthday boy always gets a birthday spanking?" The crowd burst into laughter, with cries of "Yeah!" and "All right!" Mr Ricks turned back to his awaiting victim. Bud's still soaked swim trunks drew his attention. Speaking to the boys, but looking down at Bud, he announced, "And I think it's appropriate that the birthday boy should be wearing his birthday suit!" With that, he pulled Bud's trunks down to his ankles! Bud yelled, "Aghh!" from surprise and outrage, Sandy chuckled, and the boys laughed without restraint, believing this to be part of the birthday festivities. Bud's glowing white butt was the center of everyone's attention. Drops of water sparkled on both cheeks, which clenched and unclenched in his attempts to get free. He made frantic efforts to pull up his trunks, and prevent the exposure of his little _c_o_c_k_ and balls, brief glimpses of which reached the spectators. This fumbling resulted only in the trunks' falling to the floor, leaving Bud completely naked. Mr Ricks again raised his hand, and delivered a few sharp smacks to the beckoning butt. He was interrupted by Sandy, who called, "Dad! Don't you want this?" The smiling teenager held in his hand the discarded paddle. "Boy, do I!" said Porter, eagerly accepting the generously offered gift. "Thank you, Sandy." "Anything for Bud, Dad," was the fiendish reply. Up rose the paddle - then down it came, Smack! on Bud's left butt cheek. "Yeow!" hailed the recipient of the blow. This was greeted by roared laughter from the boys and a smirk from Sandy. Drops of water flew from Bud's butt. Naturally, the wetness increased the already intense sting of his father's swat. Smack! on the right cheek. Bud's yelping, the boys' laughter and Sandy's smirking all continued. Bud's butt began to glow pink. Porter spanked on. Left! Right! Left! Right! This pattern was repeated over and over. Bud managed to yell through his squalling, "Dad! I'm only ten years old today! That means you're only supposed to give me ten licks!" "No," Porter replied, grimly determined but almost smiling, "It means that I spank you until you can't sit down for ten days!" He turned to bestow a wink on his audience, then resumed paddling with renewed force. The general merriment increased, as did the redness of Bud's butt. Soon, Porter, having worked out his wrath, stopped the spanking and let Bud down to the floor. The howling boy began jumping up and down in circles, grabbing his sore rear end. After a few moments of this, he opened his crying eyes and realized that his bouncing ball and _c_o_c_k_ were putting on quite a show for his birthday guests. His eyes grew wide with horror. He crouched down and crossed his hands in front of his midsection. His butt still burned, so he moved a hand around to rub one fiery cheek. Even Mr Ricks smiled at his predicament. Bud began wildly searching the floor for his swim trunks. Sandy, however, had kicked them under the couch. Still bent over to conceal his private parts, Bud's stuck out butt proved an irresistible target for his dad. Smack! Porter gave the bare behind a final swat. Bud shot up and once more grabbed his reddened rear, thereby causing his now prominently displayed _c_o_c_k_ and balls to bounce even more. "Bud!" Mr Ricks commanded with mock severity, "Stop prancing around here naked! Go to your room and put on something!" To get to his bedroom, Bud had to run through the crowd of boys, who now laughed uproariously. Bud's hands didn't know whether to move in front and hide his _c_o_c_k_ and balls, or in back to cover his strawberry-red butt. As a result, they moved back and forth, thus providing everyone with ample views of both Bud's front and rear. Just as he reached the bedroom door, Mr Ricks called, finally breaking out in a laugh, "And I want your little butt back here in five minutes!" Peals of laughter from the boys, Sandy, and even his dad met Bud's ears as he shut the door. Later, all set down for cake and ice cream - all except Bud, of course!