[Author's note: This is the second part in the story that began with "The Wrestling Match." If you missed it, please read it first! Again, this is definitely adult material here. Too many people wrote me and wanted to know what happened later; did Rick ever get his too, and did Tom ever survive the embarrassment of going back to school? There are lots of ways this story could have gone, and I enjoyed discussing the possibilities with many of my online friends. In the end, this is the way I saw it, and while there might have been more exciting possibilities, I think it "happened" like this....... And, thanks for ALL of the emails. I appreciate every one!—Nathan]
"The Wrestling Match, the Aftermath"
The following morning, Brenton High school was abuzz with the excitement from the previous afternoon. EVERYONE was talking about it, and it was no surprise that Tom Worthington wasn't there. His pants were though---someone had slipped them into the big trophy case that ran along the wall near the main hallway. They were folded neatly on the second shelf, and the paddle, THE PADDLE that was becoming more infamous by the hour, well THAT paddle was resting neatly on top of his folded pants, right along side all of the other wrestling trophies that had been collected over the years.
By mid-morning, the faculty had gotten wind that something had taken place, and by noon Rick Menendez, along with Linda Nelson, were in the office, each waiting their turn to talk to the principal. The story was slowly coming out, and needless to say the more of it the principal figured out the angrier he was getting about the entire thing. Just before the principal pulled Rick in for his interview, he received a call from Tom Worthington's father. To say he was unhappy, would have been to grossly underestimate the feelings he was expressing. Tom had arrived home yesterday afternoon in his underwear, driven home in that state by a friend of his. His underwear was even ripped at that. His son had tried to sneak inside, but the family was all there and the boy had never made it to his room. With one look at his son's flaming red ass, he had gone through the ceiling. As he forced his son to reveal what had happened, he had had to sit down to keep from losing it all together. As his son sobbed out his story, sitting there in his jet black sleeveless wrestling shirt with the grossly stained front, Mr. Worthington had just about died and was so mad by the time he had listened to the saga of his son's afternoon he just wanted to kill someone. As one of the three partners in the biggest law firm in the state, he had immediately put plans into motion to sue the hell out of the school and everybody even remotely associated with the incident. His son's ass was purple, for God's sake, and someone was going to pay for it!
When the principal hung up, he picked up the telephone and called Rick's parents. No one was at home, so he looked through the computer and pulled up the emergency contact numbers and gave a ring at his Dad's workplace. There, he reached Benjamin Menendez, and as he started to explain the circumstances of his call, the elder Menendez said he would be down to the school shortly. Yes, things were sure heating up at Brenton High School, and they were about to get a lot hotter. As he was waiting for the Menendez's father to arrive, he interviewed the girl and then also the boy, and after some pushing on his part he had started to sort out all of the details. He figured at least a one week suspension, and perhaps two. He hoped it would be enough to appease the Worthington family.
Things do not always go like we plan them. This was to be one of those times. Three things transpired to turn things around, and none of the three things by themselves would have done it. But taken together, things just sort of moved on their own, and for one Rick Menendez, nothing could have been worse for his immediate future. The first of the three things that happened was Rick's dad showed up, and he was pretty disgusted with his son. The second of the three things that happened is that Mr. Worthington, with son Tom in tow, came walking into the office looking for someone to hang. And the third thing, the final thing, the thing that ultimately was Rick's undoing, was the VIDEO. The tape was confiscated in 5th period, and when it was sent to the office it happened to arrive just when both parents and the principal were starting to discuss things. Suddenly, both parents were demanding to see the video, and the principal figured why not, the more they knew about the truth the easier this would be to handle.
The video captured it ALL. There the boys were, facing off. The wrestling match.....Tom's rush at the beginning, Tom winning, and then, suddenly, Rick with Tom's left arm shoved up his back. The video didn't catch the fists being thrown by Tom, but it sure caught the chants of the crowd, and oh how that paddle scene was crystal clear and vivid---the girl slamming the board into the boy's bare ass again and again and again, the crack reverberating off the office walls and shocking all three men to the core. It seemed to go on forever, until finally Tom was crying, the tears literally pouring down his face. Rick's dad watched as the paddling finally ended, then as his son spun the senior around and sat him up he gasped as the older boys dick stood out hard and stiff, bobbing with some unexplained desire. Almost as though it seemed he had done it just to make sure it wasn't missed, the cameraman zoomed in on the Worthington boy's dick, and the big boner with its huge purple head filled the frame. The fact that it was literally dripping with excitement, the entire tip obviously wet and slippery, startled all of them as they watched it bounce with the boy's own heartbeat. You could hear the chanting then, and suddenly the principal started to get up to stop the video and end the movie which had quickly moved into the arena of pornography. "NO" both men yelled, "WE NEED TO SEE THIS THROUGH" and so, as they watched, they all saw Thomas Worthington, age 17, take his manhood in his hand and stroke himself to the thrills of his classmates, finally erupting in a fountain of pleasure and humiliation. The last scene showed Rick shoving over the bigger senior, standing up then with a huge grin on his face, as he looked down in disgust and said "Nice wad Tommy, and one hell of a show, too!" The final scene zoomed in on the boy's black t-shirt, the white lines of goo that had just come from within his balls vivid and clear. On the soundtrack, there was that huge roar of laughter from the crowd, and then that final applause that grew and grew and grew until it literally thundered. At that point, the video went black, and blissfully silent.
All three men sat speechless, their minds working their individual thoughts into what would become a consensus. It was Rick's dad who broke the silence, and probably prevented what would otherwise most assuredly have brought in the police and ended up with the school in the middle of a very embarrassing lawsuit. What he said wasn't really that profound, but it would ultimately lead to his own son's demise.
"I...I just don't know what I can say.....I am sorry....I am sorry for what my son did to your boy....I am embarrassed by it, humiliated by it, and as I father of 3 boys and 2 girls I am shocked by it. There is no excuse, nothing I can do or say, that can undo this wrong. Hell, if you bring down a big lawsuit, I couldn't blame you. Right now, I am so embarrassed and so.....so angry, I just don't know what to do."
Mr. Worthington then said "Well, you can start by giving your boy a real good paddling of his own. He sure as _f_u_c_k_ deserves it. Hell, if there was some way to let my son get some of his dignity back perhaps both boys could learn from this.
Mr. Menendez: What would do it? If I thought spanking my boy would even undo half of what he did to your son I would do it in minute, without any hesitation at all. I mean that. But I don't see that as really accomplishing anything.
Mr. Worthington started to think deeply. He hesitated, considered the various options, and then he said something afterwards he could hardly believe he said: "Tell you what---I don't want a lawsuit, and I don't want to drag my boy back through this ordeal. But I will sue the _s_h_i_t_ out of you and this school if my boy doesn't get some justice here. I think a paddling would help, but I want my boy to give it. And I want witnesses too _d_a_m_n_ it---I want some of his peers there to watch him turn your boy's ass bright red. I don't know what to do about the masturbation thing....God, that's another level of things that just went way out of hand at my boy's expense. I'll have to think on that a while."
The school principal was getting more nervous by the second. He couldn't condone corporal punishment, and as a matter of school policy and as a tool of discipline it had long since been taken away from the school. Sometimes he longed for those days again, where a kid paid a price when he screwed around at school, but those days were gone forever. He then said "Listen gentlemen...the school is going to suspend Rick Menendez and Linda Nelson for two weeks for the assault yesterday. If I had the authority, I'd make them bend over myself and swat them in front of the student body, but we aren't going to go there and we all know it. The suspension is a serious matter, and is deserved. I can't do anything else."
Mr. Menendez: "I'm not arguing about the suspension. And I'm not saying no to the ass paddling by your boy either. If that's what you want, then that's what he gets. Hell, I'll bring him myself! But you certainly can't just do it in front of the school!"
The principal added quickly "NO YOU CANT. There isn't going to be any school paddling, and we aren't lining up any students from here as witnesses. The school is out of this matter, and this conversation is going places we can't talk about."
Both men looked at the principal, then turned to each other, two dads slowly coming together to try and fix a terrible wrong, and in doing so somewhat appease things between them.
Mr. Worthington turned to the principal and said "Do you have any kids? Isn't it your son who is this school's starting Quarterback?"
The principal said "Yes...what's that have to do with anything?"
Mr. Worthington sat in thought for a moment, thinking about the various options and desperately looking for some way his boy could get some of his dignity back. Finally he said: "OK, listen. Here's what I want."
Turning to Rick's Dad, he then continued "Saturday, you bring your boy by our house around 10 a. m., and the principal here can make sure that same _d_a_m_n_ paddle he used on my boy's ass is there waiting for him. I don't care what he's wearing, cause he ain't gonna be wearing it long. I'll have my three sons there to watch, and I want your other kids there to watch as well."
Then turning to the principal he said "And your boy needs to be there too, if nothing else to bring the paddle and just carry back the message to the rest of the jocks in this school."
The principal said "No way....my family is staying out of this little personal vendetta here."
Mr. Worthington's face flushed with the challenge and with 25 years of courtroom experience behind him he turned for the strike and said "You listen, and you listen good---this whole little episode took place on school property, and if you so much as think about questioning me again I'll sue this school, and you, so fast and for so much you will be trying to figure out where the _f_u_c_k_ your job disappeared to. I swear, I'm not screwing around here, and I mean it. Hell, you might even end up in jail if I have to start with you."
The principals face flushed and his eyes opened wide, with a display of fear that cut him to the core.
Tom's father then added, his finger pointed right at the principals chest: "I mean it....Get your boy there at 10am, and make sure he's ready to watch another paddling. If he's not there, I swear you will be served Monday morning with a lawsuit so fast you won't know what happened, and I mean it. Ten o'clock, my house, your boy needs to be there---and make SURE that _d_a_m_n_ PADDLE gets there TOO!"
Then, Mr. Worthington stood up, and without another word, he walked out of the inner office, taking his son, who had been waiting in the outer office, with him. He was in control, and his boy was going to get his revenge on one Rick Menendez.
Saturday morning, 10am
Rick followed his dad into the Worthington home, his face flushed beet read as he thought about what he was there for. There was Tom, standing off to the side, and _d_a_m_n_ was this place crowded! He was introduced all around---Tom's Mom, looking stern and angry, and with that no-nonsense look that moms tend to get when they are in one of their moods and they are face to face with someone who has hurt one of their kids. Tom's older sister, Barbara, 19, was drop-dead-gorgeous and all smiles today. Her tits were literally jutting out of her blouse, and he swallowed, dying inside already with just the thought that she was going to see it all happen. She was all smiles, and soooooo gracious, and it was obvious she could hardly wait for his pants to come down. God. And there was Mark, a 14 year old freshman and someone Rick already knew from school. He had the same build as his brother, but just hadn't filled out yet. He was all smiles too, and had an eagerness about him that was well, frightening. Standing next to Tom was 'The Rad' as they called Randy, the son of the principal and the schools starting Quarterback. _s_h_i_t_...what the hell was he doing here?. 'Rad' waved, and then his mouth opened into a big grin and he looked like he had just won a ticket from a lottery! Oh _f_u_c_k_! This was definitely going to be bad...REAL BAD! His dad then told him to introduce his brothers and sister, and so, with a shaking voice, he introduced Glenn and Stephen, twins at 15, and his 13 year old sister Mary who was always such a brat. She was all smiles today, and was obviously looking forward to watching her brother get spanked like a little boy. Oh _s_h_i_t_ this was getting worse by the second the closer it came to THE MOMENT. He looked at his dad with pleading eyes, but there wasn't any sympathy there and he had already lost the discussion at home. He had begged like a little kid and he hadn't gotten any sympathy from either his dad or his mom. Man had his dad been pissed! Rick hadn't liked any of this idea, and he really felt it was unfair what they were proposing, but he also knew that bringing the cops into it wasn't a good answer either, and the lawsuit threat had got his dad on a role. After that there wasn't a lot he could say, and after his dad had seen the video there wasn't much point in trying. Oh God what a mess things were in! He knew he really didn't have any choices here, and all he could really hope for was that Tom wouldn't hit him as hard as he could. He glanced around the room, all eyes staring at him, their eyes almost burning through him, and as he glanced over at the couch there, he began to wonder how this was going to happen and how bad it was really going to be.
Rick's dad then spoke "OK young man, why don't you start with an apology."
Rick hadn't expected that, but it made sense. He looked at Tom, and figuring anything he could say to reduce Tom's anger could only help where things were heading, he spoke "Hey,....Tom...I'm sorry man, no hard feelings I hope. I mean, we just let it sorta go to our heads and all, and well, I'm sorry OK. I am."
Rick looked at his dad for approval but instead was met with a frown: "Well son, that was a pretty weak apology. Perhaps you'll be more motivated after your ass is warmed up some. And I'd say if everyone's in agreement, we ought to move in that direction."
Toms dad then said "Yes, I think so too. We have prepared everything downstairs, in the recreation room." There's more room down there anyway."
A few minutes later, the entire entourage was going downstairs, Rick being pushed out in front and everyone else following. As Rick entered the basement, he saw the room was set up as a small home gymnasium. The far wall was all mirrors, and in the corner was a pile of free weights. But what drew his attention wasn't the mirrored wall or the weights in the corner. No, one look at the thing sitting right smack dab in the middle of the room, and he immediately knew where he was going to be paddled. It was a Soloflex machine, its shiny jet black paint looking almost new, the padded black vinyl bench set propped up on one end with two two by six's, setting it into the machine at an angle so that the weight bench was a lot higher on one end than the other, the wide T-shaped base supporting it. The cross bar had been removed, and so there wasn't much there but a padded bench, with a vertical square pole going almost to the ceiling, the single piece of furniture in an otherwise pretty much bare room. Obviously, things had been prepared just for him. And there, there was THE PADDLE, resting on the black bench of the Soloflex, just waiting, its holes running down its center almost as if they were eager to be whistling through the air. It was waiting for him, and his ass! Oh _d_a_m_n_—it sure looked different than it did when he was the one holding it! Rick shuddered when he saw it, and the feeling of trepidation was so powerful and yet he realized there wasn't anything he could do about it. Hell, he also knew, in that way that a teen knows some things are true, that he deserved this at least to some extent. It didn't help matters any, but he knew it inside of himself. Soon, everyone was filing into the room, and with a nod from his dad he slowly worked his way over to where the Soloflex machine was set up. Everyone was standing, staring at him, and he could feel their eyes cutting right through him. God it was scary.
Rick's dad spoke again "OK son, NOW try that apology again."
Rick looked at Tom, and said "Tom, I am realllllllly sorry for what I did. I am. I was wrong to let it get out of hand....I'm sorry...OK?"
Rick's dad then said "Still pretty lame Rick....perhaps we will wait until after your ass has taught you some things. I thought you might do better if you were staring at the paddle. Oh well, I guess we need to get things going then." Looking to Tom's father, he then said "He's all yours. I know I agreed with this, but it seems a little harsh to me, especially with all the people here. But I'm not going to stop it and I'm not going to interfere. But I'm not going to participate in it either. I'll be upstairs..." and with those words, he left the room!
Tom's dad then spoke "OK kid, get the clothes off and lets get this little paddling over with. NOW!"
Time stood still for Rick. He looked around the room, all eyes focused on him. His dad was gone, and he was alone...very alone. His two brothers weren't any help, the expression of glee on their faces was tough to even look at. _s_h_i_t_. Hell, get it over with he thought, and with as straight a face as he could muster, he simply unfastened his belt, glanced one more time at Tom, and then opened his fly and pushed his jeans down with a single push.
"Shirt and shorts too" said Tom's dad.
Rick looked at him, and his lower lip quivering, he said "Pleeeeese sir, pleaseeeee don't do this........I ..I ah, I ..."
"NOW"
Rick hesitated...then tried one more time, in desperation: "Sir, I never took off Tom's shirt....I never did that...please Tom, tell you Dad...."
Toms Dad almost yelled "I said take the _f_u_c_k_ing clothes off NOW!!! You had Tom naked in front of the entire school young man. If I have to say this again, when my son gets done with your ass I'm gonna START on it!.....THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE---NOW! SO TAKE EM OFF AND LETS TAKE A LOOK AT YA!"
Rick stopped in mid-sentence, and looking at Mr. Worthington who was literally shaking with his anger, and realizing he was screwed, he felt tears well up in his eyes. God. Swallowing hard, he reached up and taking the bottom of his t-shirt in hand, he pulled it up and over his head, dropping it to the floor. He was shaking too...standing there is the coolest set of Joe Boxer underwear he owned, bright red with a white waistband. All eyes were on him, and his red shorts, and as he grabbed the waistband.... the last vestige layer of teenage coolness left to him, he started to do it, to take them down, and then----then, OH _s_h_i_t_, he locked eyes with the 19 year old Barbara, and she was nodding her head up and down, a big grin across her face and literally laughing at what she was seeing, her tits bouncing as she giggled. He hesitated; God, how could he do it? Then, looking at Tom's angry dad again, his hands shaking now so bad he didn't know if he could, he closed his eyes and pulled down his underwear, dropping them as soon as he stepped out of them and then quickly, he covered himself with his hands.
Tom's dad said "Well HELLOO Rick. Your face sure is blushing. So big jock, how does it feel knowing what you did to Tom here? Sorry yet?"
Rick looked at him, his eyes watering, unable to reply because he wasn't sure how it would come out. He tried to speak, but his voice cracked like a 13 year olds, and his face turned redder with the humiliation of his nakedness.
"Well, you will be, let me assure you. Get those hands away from yourself! I'm sure you want everybody to have a good look at the kind of man you are!"
God it was bad. Rick gave up....hell, what else could he do really. He pulled his hands away, and put them on his hips trying to act like it was no big deal. His black pubic hair was thin, a small patch really, and his prick appeared small and was more the prick of a boy and less the prick of a man. To make it worse, he was scared, and his _c_o_c_k_ was retracted like he had just gone swimming, and looked almost like it was trying to hide under the small patch of hair he was growing. His body was lean and muscular, and his balls were tight and snug, his adolescent sac bulging and exposed to everyone. He stood as defiantly as he could, but his face was flushing scarlet and gave his humiliation away as everyone gawked. He wanted to cry, but fought back the urge and just tried to paint a face like he was changing to go swimming or something.
Barbara burst out laughing at the 16 year old teenager, so shy and bare and exposed, his face flushed with embarrassment and his dick so small it almost looked tiny. As she laughed, her brothers Tom and Mark both laughed too. Mark said "God, my dick's bigger than his!" and then EVERYONE laughed at that! Randy just gawked, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, and as he examined the Latino's body what struck him wasn't his small dick, no what he noticed was how snow white the kid's ass was. Of course, the color was an illusion of sorts, as he still had a lot of his Texas tan and the whiteness of his ass was in direct contrast to the tan that covered most of his hard body. At the moment though it seemed to emphasize his nakedness. Rick's own sister looked at her brother as if she was spellbound. She had never seen him with pubic hair, and she was amazed at what he looked like. She couldn't take her eyes off of it, and she giggled cause she knew how shy he was.
Tom's dad spoke up, "Get over to the bench....now. Put your stomach on that bench, and spread your legs out until your toes are touching the metal support bar. I want those cheeks wide apart so you can feel every inch of that paddle!"
Rick didn't say anything. He turned around then, thankfully, and tried not to look in the mirror. He could feel all the eyes in the room on his ass and body, everything visible with the mirrored wall. He laid down on the bench, thankful in a way to be able to conceal himself. The bench angle had been set so that his ass was higher in the air than his head, and as he spread his feet to touch the square black bar that supported the machine along the ground he felt more vulnerable than he had ever felt in his life. God this was embarrassing. Just then, Tom's father instructed "Feet on the bar, not next to it." Rick didn't say a thing—he was way beyond that now. Instead, he just moved his feet up and complied. The position brought his feet slightly in, and in doing so raised his ass up in the air, perhaps 5 or 6 inches. It wasn't much, but it was enough so that Rick's balls were on display, and his dick was resting on the bench below, the tip of his manhood sliding by gravity downward towards his head. Worst of all it perched his ass into the air, and that's where it stayed, almost eager, as if it was begging for that first little crack of the paddle.
Tom's dad: "OK Rick, now put your left arm behind your back. That's right, just like that. Mark, I want you to stand in front of Rick and hold his arm, pull it way up his back and stick it right between his shoulder blades. That's right....pull on it harder, and if he tries to move or use his other hand to shield his ass, then use whatever pressure you need to help your brother paddle him. That's what he did to your brother, and that's what he's going to get today."
As Rick laid on the bench, he was staring right into the crotch of 14 year old Mark Worthington, who was at that moment holding his wrist in much the same hold he had used on his brother just 3 days ago. God it hurt, and with his arm twisted up behind his back he realized he was just going to have to get through this no matter how.
Tom's dad spoke: "Ok Rick, now I want you to beg Tom to give you a cherry red ass. NOW!"
Rick had given up arguing; the sooner this was started the sooner it would be over. "Tom, please, give me a cherry red ass" he said, the sound of the words sounding stupid and hollow, almost whispered as he formed them, and the entire sentence hitting him as being absolutely absurd. But, he had said them, and it appeared that Tom was going to try and give him exactly what he had asked for. _d_a_m_n_!
Suddenly, with a nod from his Dad, Tom swung the paddle with a long, hard, powerful swing that moved the big oak paddle into a blur that then impacted Rick's ass with a tremendous CRACK! Everyone in the room jumped, and Rick let out a gasp as his brain registered the impact. OH GOD! Wow! Oh man, he immediately knew he would never be able to take too many of those, and he hadn't even dreamed that a paddling could hurt someone like that. He just didn't....CRACK! OH _f_u_c_k_! Again! A loud grunt escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes tight to try and drown out the talking and the voices and the whistling of the paddle as it sailed through the air. CRACK! "UGHHHHH." _d_a_m_n_! _d_a_m_n_! His hips were bucking, and he shifted his ass seeking a position to lesson the pain, to find something, somewhere, somehow, that would help him keep his sanity. As he bucked his ass into the air and his balls swung visibly from below, he heard giggling, and then he recognized the twins as they were already discussing the color of his ass! Already! CRACK! "OhGODDDDDD"---please..please Tom, I'm sorrrrrrrrry" CRACK "UGHHHHH" His eyes began to water. NO...not tears...he couldn't do that....not THAT for God's sake. The pain was already getting intense, and as he felt the heat radiating through his entire ass he realized that he was so humiliated he didn't know how he would survive this. "Oh God!"
CRACK---CRACK!!! Tom fired two in a row in rapid succession, and Rick bucked from the pain, calling out for the first time "Ohhhh _s_h_i_t_!" Suddenly, he tried to get loose, to standup; and even as Mark was holding him he took his right hand and shoved it back, trying desperately to cover his flaming ass.
Tom's dad was right there "Move the arm son....NOW" Just as he said it, Rick felt Mark shove his wrist right up the back of is head, and the result was so painful he literally jerked his hand free of his ass, just as the paddle made another arch and another CRACK slammed into him and reverberated through the room. He was going wild now, and the pain was so intense he was starting to lose the struggle with his tears. He glanced into the mirror, trying to find something to focus on, something, anything to get his mind off the onslaught his ass was taking. He locked onto Barbara, her 19 year old tits bouncing as she laughed, and as he watched her tits he (CRACK) felt the impact yet again, and OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD---NO!!!!! He fought the tears, fought them with all that he had....how many...oh _d_a_m_n_ oh _d_a_m_n_ he was on fire and it was so _f_u_c_k_ing bad so bad so bad so bad....
CRACK! "_f_u_c_k_KKKKKKKK!!!" he yelled
Tom's dad suddenly said "If you insist on using that word in my house son this isn't going to ever stop---I'll paddle that ass right off myself if I have too---you got THAT?"
Rick gritted his teeth, struggling against the pain, but somehow managed to acknowledge Tom's dad with a nod.
CRACK!!!!! With the latest crack, the flames in his ass just went beyond his threshold, and suddenly, and totally, and without abandon he lost it all, and like a _d_a_m_n_ bursting, the tears roared out of him and flooded the Soloflex. He was crying in front of Mark and Barbara and Tom. He turned his head sideways trying to look away in shame and there were Glenn and Stephen, both really smiling, and then Mary too and she seemed to be the happiest 13 year old on earth watching her big brother ball like a baby. He just couldn't help himself, and as he felt CRACK after CRACK after CRACK, his ass burning right off or so it seemed, the tears flooded out and he struggled like he was a boy whose ass was literally on fire. In at least one way, it was! Randy was amazed—Rick sure didn't take this as well as Tom had. Wow....but man did his ass look RED! As Rick struggled under the onslaught, his prick could be seen rubbing the rubber face of the Soloflex bench. As his ass humped the air, desperate for relief, the motions of his adolescent body forced his dick to slide back and forth over the rubberized coating, while everyone that stood watching could see what appeared to be a crying teenager, his ass a flaming red, literally humping the Soloflex under him.
Suddenly, as Tom slammed the paddle home yet again with another CRACK, Rick looked straight out in front of him, and right into the crotch of the 14 year old boy still holding his arm. As he did so he yelled out...a piercing yell really. It was a different sort of yell though, a sharper yell, and it corresponded exactly with a response from his body that he would never have imagined and had barely recognized it when it was happening. As he yelled, staring at Marks crotch, he ejaculated! He could feel himself pumping his goo out over the Soloflex bench, and yet even as he did so the paddle continued to fall.
CRACK!!!
God, he was cumming, shooting his load and as he squirted and squirted and squirted, the combination of a burning ass and an embarrassing orgasm mixed together to intensify the burn of the paddle even more. It was like every nerve ending was intensified and set on edge, all related to the twitching in his groin. Relentlessly the paddling continued, and as it did so did his orgasm, his asshole puckering open and closed. CRACK! "UGGGGGGGG!" In fact, it was by far the most intense _s_e_x_ual explosion of his lifetime, and as he grunted through his tears his face flushed a flaming red color, the pulsations in his dick rhythmically pumping out his semen until his balls were totally empty. Finally, it all stopped, and with a signal from his father Tom tossed the paddle to the floor. Tom's dad had finally called it off. Rick lay sobbing on the bench, his ass so red and so bright that it literally glowed in the room. On several places small blisters had already formed, and the entire surface area was well smacked and so red that it almost looked like it had been painted. The position Tom's father had placed him in had spread his cheeks wide, and the paddle had found skin deep within the inner, more sensitive, portions of his ass. As Rick lay face down on the bench, his flaming ass still high in the air, he could feel his ejaculated semen literally running along the bench under him, slowly working its way downward towards his chin.
Tom's dad then told them to help get Rick up. Rick had just laid there sobbing, and he tried to resist getting up, knowing that he had shot his wad and had blown his goo everywhere. God, he couldn't let them see THAT! But he was surrounded, everyone trying to lift him up and turn him over, and he really had no way to stop them. As he was helped up, suddenly everyone looked at the bench and his sister, Mary, actually gasped. There wasn't anything he could say, the white goo was still dripping from his dick, it was stuck on his chest, and his pubic hair was wet and sticky where he had rubbed in it like a human mop after he had shot his manhood.
Suddenly, Tom's father said "Well young man, how about an apology now...or do we need to start over?"
Rick burst into tears all over again, and sobbed out "Ohhh my God Tom, I'm sooooooooooo sorrrryyyyyyyy. I am sooooooooo sorryyyyyyyyyyy. Pleaseeeeeeee, pleaseeeeeee, forgive me......I was an asssssssssss. I was. I'm sooooooooo sorryyyyyyyyyyyy. Pleaseeeeeeee." Then the tears just overwhelmed him, and his sobbing became continuous and unending.
Tom's dad said "Now, THAT sounds like an apology to me, doesn't it son?"
Just then Tom looked down at Rick, and said "Yeah Rick...apology accepted. And a hell of a wad too.....and you weren't even jerking yourself. He then burst out laughing loudest of all, and was joined by Randy, Mark, Glenn and Stephen. Barbara and Mary weren't laughing at first---they were staring at the long stain that was still spreading down the Soloflex bench and at the boy that had made it. Then they too cracked a smile, and as everyone else started roaring with laughter, Rick sobbed in shame, humiliated beyond measure and all vestiges of his teenage smugness gone forevermore.
As the group started filtering their way back upstairs, with Tom's mom leading the way, a smile of satisfaction on her face, Tom reached down and started to help Rick back into his clothes. It was a simple act, but an end to a rivalry and the beginning of a friendship that would ultimately endure, bonded together and cemented by an oak paddle and more than a little teenage stupidity. Some friendships are made like that, and this one would last long after Brenton High school was nothing but a memory....