The loud, distinctive "smack" of Timmy's hand landing hard on Rick's bare bottom filled the room again and again. Rick squirmed and twisted his butt nicely at each smack -- ten loud cracks in all. Ricky's little bottom was a deep shade of pink. He was pistoning his legs, and tears were pouring from his eyes, "IT HURTS!! PLEASE TIMMY!!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"I'm sorry Rick," Timmy tells him, "But you know better than to go into town and buy cigarettes from the store, don't you? And to even go there without telling me, don't you? And you also lied to me, didn't you?"
"Yes Timmy," Ricky admits, "I did lie to you. But, I dont know, I just thought it would be better to lie to you. I dont know why."
"Well it wasnt," Timmy tells him, "And I called my uncle, the cop, and hes going to shut the store down so no minors such as yourself can get cigarettes. You are not to smoke, is that clear?"
"Yes Timmy," Ricky replies, "But did you have to have the store shut down?"
"Yes I did," Timmy replies, "You arent the only minor theyve sold cigarettes too, but you will be the last if I can help it."
Ricky just nodded and sighed. He had gone that morning into town and bought cigarettes. He didnt know why, he just felt like needed cigarettes. He was supposed to meet Timmy back at Timmys house and he figured he could make back in time. He rode into town on his bike and bought cigarettes from the store owner and began to smoke them, enjoying them and the town. Then he saw what time it was and raced back home. He got to Timmys house and pulled up and parked his bike. Timmy walked out and Ricky ran up to him and hugged him, "Hey Timmy, how are you?"
"Im good Ricky. Where have you been?" Timmy asks.
"I overslept. Just woke up about 30 minutes ago and showered and stuff," Ricky lied to him.
"Inside," Timmy said and led him in the house. Timmy turned Ricky to face him and removed Rickys shirt and rubbed and marveled at his _s_e_x_y, glistening chest. Then he tossed the shirt aside and removed Rickys socks and shoes, and the slowly removed his jeans and felt his smooth, lovely looking legs. He tossed the jeans aside and then put his fingers in the waistband of Rickys briefs and lowered them gently, smiling at Rickys penis and thrusting him a little, "I know what you did Ricky. And now I am going to punish you for it." Timmy pulled Ricky over his lap and began. "Ricky," Timmy said after the first 10 spanks and the short conversation, "I called your house and your mom told me you were out and I biked to town and saw you, then biked back. You are going to get your little butt blistered. Understand me?"
"T-T-Timmy please," Ricky pleases, "Im sorry. I wont do it again. Please no."
"Ricky, I am not going to go back on spanking you. You know you deserve this right? And you know what I told you would happen if you misbehaved, dont you?" Timmy says.
"Yes sir," Ricky admits, "I am sorry Timmy. I was naughty and I deserve a spanking from you."
"Good," Timmy says, "That was your warm-up. Those 10 swats were the warm-up, OK? Now go get me the ruler, brush, and the belt. Move it!" Timmy sets Ricky on his feet and gives him a couple of smacks. SMACK! SMACK! He intends those to get Ricky moving. Ricky does move and heads to Timmys dads office, gets the ruler and then to the bedroom and gets the hairbrush and belt and brings them to Timmy.
He stands in front of Timmy and waits for his punishment.
Timmy looks over his friends naked, very handsome body and smiles, then looks at Ricky, "Ricky, please place your hands on your head for me."
Ricky does as asked, his small penis wide open for Timmy to look at and waited, goose bumps rising all along his flesh, bumps marring the smooth perfection of his skin. Timmy, more than anything, wanted a piece of Rickys boyhood that was now jutting out in his face, but he had more important things to deal with at the moment. He stared up at Ricky and gave him a stern look.
"Ricky Lowery," Timmy said, "You went to town without permission, you bought cigarettes which you know you arent legally able to do, you smoked said cigarettes, and you lied to me. Do you deny any of this?"
"No Timmy, no sir," Ricky admitted, "I do not deny any of it at all. I did everything you listed. I am truly sorry for it."
"I believe you," Timmy tells him, "But I still have to punish you. Understand?"
Ricky nods, "Of course I do Timmy. I will always understand it when you need to punish me. I am naughty sometimes and I deserve it."
"Ok then. Ricky Lowery, for you misbehavior, wrong behavior, and lying, you will receive a dose of my hand, the ruler, the hairbrush, and the belt. You will then do an hour of corner time to think about your actions and write me an essay on why smoking is bad for you, why lying is wrong, what punishment you received, how you felt, and what you will do to avoid it in the future. Is that clear?"
"Yes Timmy," Ricky nodded, "It is very clear. Do I go over your lap now?"
"No, first we have something else to do. Since you made your mouth dirty with those cigarettes, I am going to clean it. Now lets go to the bathroom," Timmy ordered.
"But Timmy," Ricky protested, "Please dont do this, OK?"
Timmy looked at Ricky sternly, "Ricky, you have a choice. Either go to the bathroom now or I will take you to the kitchen and when I am done cleaning your mouth, I will take the wooden spoon to your bottom. Make your choice and make it fast."
Ricky only hesitated for a brief second, "The bathroom."
"Good," Timmy pointed in that direction, "Go in there and when I get in there, I expect your hands on your head and the bathtub full. I am going to give you a bath too. And I expect you to use the restroom before and after the bath. Now move."
Ricky scurried off to the bathroom and started the bathwater running. Once it got full, he sat down and uses the restroom, his knees shaking nervously at his impending punishment, knowing it was going to be bad, but knowing that he deserved it. He finished up and wiped and stood up just as Timmy walked in. Timmy turned him and spread his cheeks.
"You need to wipe better Ricky," Timmy said, getting some toilet paper and wiping Rickys bottom thoroughly and then washing his hands, "In the tub Ricky."
Ricky climbed in the tub and sat down. Timmy got some shampoo and put it on his hair and scrubbed it in thoroughly but gently, then tilted Rickys head back and rinsed out the shampoo. Then he scrubbed Rickys neck and face, "You need to clean behind your ears better Ricky." Then he scrubbed Rickys chest, back, and arms, "OK, rinse now Ricky." Ricky laid back and rinsed and then sat up again. Timmy got the washcloth, rubbed soap on it so it would be bubbly and then scrubbed Rickys mouth out thoroughly. He let him spit, and then repeated the process, then let him spit and rinse, "Ok, stand up Ricky." Once Ricky did so, Timmy washed his legs and feet and his penis and bottom, then tried to part his cracks to do in between.
Ricky jerked away, "NO! I wont let you do that! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
Timmy stood up and grabbed Rickys arm and bent him forward, "YOU SMACK! DO SMACK! NOT SMACK! THROW SMACK! A SMACK! TANTRUM! SMACK! OR SMACK! TELL SMACK! ME SMACK! NO! SMACK! DO SMACK! YOU SMACK! UNDER SMACK! STAND? SMACK! WELL SMACK! DO SMACK! YOU SMACK! HUH? SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"
Ricky began to bawl, tears pouring out of his eyes, "Yes, I understand Timmy. Im sorry. Im sorry."
Timmy hugged Ricky, not caring that he got wet, "Good boy, now bend over so I can clean inside that crack." Ricky did so and Timmy thoroughly cleaned it." Then he turned and looked in the cabinet. He saw what he wanted and got it ready and set it up, "Ricky, this is going to feel uncomfortable for a few minutes, but I want to get you all cleaned out. Stay bent over. This is going to feel funny and then get uncomfortable, OK?"
"Y-Y-Yes Timmy," Ricky stammered, "I understand." He clenched his teeth and got ready. Timmy came from behind and stuck the enema tube inside Ricky and then slowly released the soapy water mixed with medicine out of and into Ricky. Rickys cute little ass puckered and he began to groan and moan as the mixture entered into him and put pressure on his rectum. Timmy finished up and patted his back.
"Ricky, hold that in for about 10 minutes and then you may release it and I will help you wipe and then clean yourself," Timmy directed him. Timmy held it in as best he could for the full 10 minutes, then sat down and released it into the toilet. Once he was finished, Timmy stood him up and wiped his bottom then helped him into the bathtub where he scrubbed and wiped Rickys bottom and anus until is was pink and squeaky clean. He helped Ricky out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him, "You look so cute Ricky. You really do."
Ricky Giggled, "Thanks Timmy. You do too." He stood there and let Timmy dry him off and enjoyed the light tickly sensation and the comfortable feel as Timmy rubbed the towel all over him. Timmy removed the towel and placed it over the shower rod and then led Ricky back to the sofa and sat him on his lap.
"Ricky," Timmy looked at him, "Do you know why I am giving you this spanking? Can you tell me why?"
"Because I did stuff without permission, and I smoked, and I disobeyed you," Ricky replied.
"Thats correct," Timmy replied, "And do you know why smoking is bad?"
"Uh huh," Ricky nodded, "It can cause cancer and lung problems and it makes you smell bad."
"Thats right," Timmy said, "And I dont want anything bad to happen to you. Thats also why I was worried about you when you went into town. I was scared to death that something happened to you Ricky and that I might never see you again. And then when I found you smoked, I was worried you were going to give yourself cancer or something. Do you know why I was so worried and so scared?"
"No," Ricky said, unsure of the reason, "No, I dont Timmy."
"Its because I love you Ricky," Timmy looks him in the eyes, "I love you."
"You mean like a son or a brother?" Ricky asks.
"So much more than that," Timmy tells him, "I love you more than anyone else. I want to make passionate love to you and have you with me forever."
"You do?" Ricky asked.
"Yes I do," Timmy replied, and then looked at Timmy.
Ricky stood up, "Its time, isnt it?"
"Yes it is Ricky," Timmy replied, "Get over my lap."
Ricky laid across Timmys lap, his smooth, silky body stretched out completely, his skin cool to the touch, and some goose bumps rippling across the skin. Timmy rubbed Rickys smooth, insatiable pink bottom for a few minutes and tried to relax Ricky a bit, hard as that was to do right before a spanking, and a major one at that. Timmy stopped rubbing and raised his hand as high as possible. Ricky clenched his tight, supple buttocks, "Unclench Ricky." Ricky un-clenched and Timmy brought his bottom crashing down.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Ricky screamed and wriggled and cried, "Im sorry Timmy." His pink white buttocks were becoming darker pink and the heat was rising like a summer day in Houston, Texas (or Porterville, California). Ricky tried to squirm off Timmys lap and to wiggle away, but Timmy grabbed tight and held him, continuing the spanking.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Ricky bellowed, his bottom on fire, and his legs pistoning up and down faster than a bullet. Tears flowed from his eyes and his bottom rippled, like a red flag in the breeze.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Ricky continued to bawl, "Im sorrryyyyyyyyyyy!!" His bottom was fast becoming like a tomato and tears poured out of his eyes like a rainstorm. Still, Timmy did not let up, wanting to make sure Ricky learned a valuable lesson.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Timmy stopped and rubbed Rickys bottom, "Stand up my love." Ricky slowly climbed to his feet and stared at Timmy. Timmy reached forward and kisses Ricky, "10 minute break, then onto the ruler Ricky."
"Yes Timmy," Ricky nodded, "I understand Timmy." He stood there and waited for ten minutes as Timmy watched TV, then watched nervous as Timmy got the ruler and turned his attention to Ricky, "Over my lap again Ricky."
"Yes sir," Ricky replied and lay over Timmys lap. He grabbed Timmys leg and waited. Timmy rubbed the ruler on Rickys bottom and then raised it up.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Ricky was bawling again and his bottom felt like it had been scraped apart and lit on fire, "PLEASE TIMMY!! NOOOOOO MOOOOORE!!" Timmy said nothing, just continued to lay into him.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Ricky was hiccupping a bit and everything out of his mouth was a hoarse scream and holler. Timmy gently slid his legs apart and raised the ruler.
THWACK! THWACK!
Timmy nails 2 to Rickys inner right cheek.
THWACK! THWACK!
Then 2 to his inner left cheek
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Then 3 to Rickys inner right thigh.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Then 3 to his inner left thigh.
Ricky gasped at each blow and screamed as loud as he could. He just lay there sobbing as Timmy put down the ruler. He calmed down and then gasped loudly, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" as Timmy brought the brush down out of nowhere.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Then Timmy spread Rickys legs again.
WHACK! WHACK!
Inner right cheek.
WHACK! WHACK!
Inner left cheek.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Inner right thigh.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Ricky could do little but lay there and try to catch his breath as Timmy rubbed his back gently, "Im s-s-s-s-sorry Timmy."
"I know Ricky," Timmy told him, "Your punishment is almost over."
Ricky just lay there and bawled, "It hurts. It hurts. It huuuurts."
After 30 minutes Ricky gets to his feet and goes over and gets the belt and takes it to Timmy, "Ok Timmy, my love. I am ready for my whipping." He bent over the back of a dining chair and waited. Timmy doubled the belt and tapped it against Rickys bottom and then brought it back.
CRACK!
OOOOOOOWW!!
CRACK!
OWWWWWWWW!
CRACK!
OWWWWWWW!
CRACK!
OWWWWWWW!
CRACK!
OWWWW!
CRACK!
OWWWW!
CRACK!
OIWWWWWW!
CRACK!
OWWWWWWW!
CRACK!
OWWWWWWW!
CRACK!
OWWWW!
CRACK!
OWWWWW!!
Then he brought the belt down on Rickys inner right cheek.
CRACK! CRACK!
Then down on his inner left cheek.
CRACK! CRACK!
Then on his inner right thigh.
CRACK! CRACK!
Then on his inner left thigh.
Timmy stopped and let his friend up. Ricky just bawled, his head laying against Timmys shoulder. His bottom felt as though a dragon had breathed on it, and his thighs did too, and his bottom looked like a tomato with lots of scrapes and lines on it. The two stayed in their embrace for about 5-10 minutes and then Ricky walked to the corner of his own accord. He stood there for half an hour, until Timmy allowed him to leave it.
Timmy led Ricky to the table, "Do you remember what else you need to do?"
"Yes sir," Ricky nodded, "My lines and essay that I am supposed to do."
"Thats right," Timmy said, "Get busy kiddo."
"Yes sir," Ricky replied and began. About 2 hours later he finished and showed them to Timmy, who smiled.
"Great job Ricky!" Timmy complimented him, getting down on his knees. Timmy inched forward and slid his mouth over Ricky and began to suck. Ricky moaned in pleasure as he rubbed his friends back. They were like that for a good 30 minutes and then stood up and kissed each other and embraced one another.
"I love you Timmy!" Ricky exclaimed and began to make out with Timmy. Timmy knew thered be a time when he had to punish Ricky again, but for now he was enjoying his time with his lover, the best guy he had ever know. He slid around behind Ricky and entered into Ricky. Timmy punished Ricky because he loved him and now he was consummating that love. Ricky just let him do it, moaning again, but this time with pleasure.