Friends To The (Rear) End 3

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Friends to the (rear) end
Chapter 3

Mickey arrived at the Hudson home shortly after lunch. The excitement from that morning was still fresh in his mind, and he suspected that it was still warm on Ryan's bottom, too. He was greeted cheerfully by Ms. Hudson, who claimed that Ryan had been unusually tame and well-mannered ever since his morning spanking, which proved to her that the new disciplinary regime was showing results already. She thanked Mickey again for his efforts and ushered him toward Ryan's bedroom.

Ryan was actually glad to see him, and both boys were soon playing Ryan's new videogame in two-player mode. They talked while they played, as they always used to do.

"Your mom was awesome to get you this game, dude," Mickey said, as he maneuvered with his controller. "I bet no one in school has it yet. Watch out for that guy behind the wall!"

"Got him! Yeah, they're all going to freak out when I tell them about it," Ryan said, as he clicked buttons at high speed. "Too bad that tomorrow's monday, man. I don't feel like going to school tomorrow at all."

"Not even to sit next to Haley all day?" Mickey teased him. "When are you going to talk to her?"

"What are you talking about? I talk to her all the time. Hold up, I gotta reload."

"No, I mean really talk to her. About your liking her, I mean. You've had a crush on her since forever and you've never talked to her about it."

"I know, man, it's just... I want to do it, but I'm... I'm just waiting for the right moment, you know?"

"C'mon dude, grow some balls, will you? Just buy her an ice cream or something and then tell her that you really like her.”

"Yeah, I have to do that, man... She's just so pretty and nice and... you know."

"As pretty as your stepsister?" Mickey said and giggled.

"Oh, c'mon, that's different. Julie is fucking HOT, man. I mean, Haley is pretty and all but she's fourteen, like me, and her body looks fourteen, too, while Julie is a sixteen-year-old girl who parades around the house in her micro-shorts."

"But she's your sister now, man, you can't look at her like that anymore!”

"Are you fucking kidding me? She's been living with us for less than six months, and I had never met her before that. Of course I get a boner every time she walks by in her pajamas!"

Mickey laughed. "I know, man, I'm just fucking with you. By the way, we can curse all we want in private just like we're doing, but watch your mouth around your mom, ok? She'll probably make you call me to come and give you a good spanking if she hears you."

"Ok, ok, geez..."

"And I don't think your ass wants a repetition from this morning anytime soon. Boy, you were howling like crazy! That sandal really stings, huh?"

"My ass is STILL stinging from that fucking thing, so please don't remind me. Can't you just use your hand every time?"

"Of course not, man! I really enjoyed your sweet singing. Maybe we can record your next session and upload it on Youtube. You'll be the next Justin Bieber in no time at all!" Mickey said and laughed out loud.

"Very funny, dude. Just concentrate on the game, will you? Those hidden nazis almost killed you back there."

"But seriously, haven't you ever seen Julie naked since she's been living here? Spied her while she's getting dressed or something?"

"I have tried, but she's too careful. She never leaves her door ajar or anything. I'd kill to see that amazing body of hers in the nude, man."

Mickey thought about that and it made him wonder. If she's always been so careful while getting dressed, why would she make a mistake the previous day, when she was masturbating on her bed and Mickey was able to spy her through the crack of the slightly open door? Unless...

Unless it was not a mistake. Unless she intentionally wanted Mickey to see her masturbate to the sound of Ryan's bawling.

'No, it couldn't be', Mickey thought. It was too much of a stretch. Or was it?

His thoughts were interrupted by shouts coming from another part of the house. It sounded like an angry Ms. Hudson. Mickey paused the game and stood up.

"Is that your mom?" Mickey said.

"Yeah," Ryan said, looking uninterested. "She's just fighting with Julie again. They fight all the time."

"I'm going to check it out," Mickey said, walking out of the room.

"What? Mickey, wait, what about the game?"

Mickey followed the noises until he reached the living room. Julie was stretched out on the sofa, watching some reality show, while Ms. Hudson loomed over her, looking furious.

"What's the matter, Ms. Hudson?" Mickey said.

"It's this little thief, that's what," Ms. Hudson said. "I just found out that she stole money from my purse. AGAIN. She thinks she can just steal from me any time she wants!"

"Chill out, mom," Julie said, looking quite relaxed and unmoved. "It was only fifty bucks, ok? No big deal. Now go away and let me watch my show."

The clear sensation of his own blood heating to a boiling point came back to Mickey in that instant, just like it had come to him the day before. And also like the day before, he felt his own body moving by itself, motivated by his outrage at the teenage girl's shameless rudeness. He walked toward the sofa, reached for Julie's arm and pulled her up to her feet.

"HEY!" Julie said, shocked. "What do you think you're...?"

Her sentence was cut short by a series of powerful smacks on her shorts-covered bottom. Mickey smacked her butt as she danced in place, unsuccessfully trying to break away. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OOOWWW! MICKEY, WAIT! OOWW! OOWW! CUT IT OUT, IT HURTS! OOOWWW! NO, PLEASE! NOT ON THE THIGHS! OOOOWWWW! OOOOWWWWW!"

Mickey released her and she rubbed her bottom while flinching in pain.

"Now go to your room!" Mickey commanded. "I will be there in a minute to have a word with you about your behavior."

Julie rolled her eyes, grumbled in annoyance and slowly walked to her room, as if trying to retain a little pride. Ms. Hudson looked even more astonished than she had the day before, when she had witnessed the very same scene, except it had been Ryan's butt playing the part that Julie's butt had played now.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Mickey said. "I just couldn't stand by and watch her behave like that. That girl needs to be put in line just as much as Ryan does."

"You're sorry?" Ms. Hudson said. "Don't be sorry at all, Mickey! You're absolutely right, she's in desperate need of discipline, and I don't see why she can't benefit from the same treatment that her stepbrother is getting. So please, feel free to give her as much as you give him. Why don't you start right now? Maybe you'll help her think twice before stealing again."

Mickey gleefully agreed and made his way toward Julie's bedroom. As he walked, the new developments started setting in his mind. He was delighted beyond words at what had just happened: He was now not only in charge of stripping and spanking his best friend, Ryan, but he was now also authorized to do the same to his hot stepsister! A boy of 12 in charge of a boy of 14 and a girl of 16.

He walked into Julie's bedroom and locked the door from inside. Julie was sitting on her bed, arms crossed, with an annoyed look on her face.

"You're going to spank me, aren't you, boy?" she said.

"Yes, I am," he said. "You're a naughty little girl who needs to get a good, hard spanking on her bare butt on a regular basis. So from now on, your ass and my hand are going to become very close friends, just as with your stepbrother. You got it?”

In response, Julie rolled her eyes again, sighed and stood up. Then, to Mickey's genuine surprise, she started unbuttoning her shorts. It seemed that, even though Julie's personality remained as strong and brash as ever, she was easily submitting to this new turn of events. Mickey was curious about it but decided to ask her about it later.

Mickey walked toward her desk and reached for the armless chair beneath it. He turned and positioned the chair in the middle of the room. Julie finished pulling her shorts and panties to her knees, and approached Mickey as he sat down on the chair. She kept her hands clasped behind her back, freely displaying her thick, dark triangle of pubic curls at Mickey's eye level. Mickey had never seen this part of a girl's before in real life, and he couldn't help staring at it for a moment. Here he was, watching Julie Hudson's hairy pussy, a mere few inches from his face! Ryan would have killed to spy the contour of one of his stepsister's nipples, and here Mickey was staring straight into her furry privates.

He snapped out of his trance, reasoning that there would be many more chances to study her body later. For now, he had another pleasure to attend to.

"Get over my lap," he said.

Julie sighed yet again but obeyed without hesitation. Mickey thought that her 16-year-old body draped over a 12-year-old's lap made for a funny and unusual scene, given their difference in size. But Mickey was able to get a good grip around her waist and position her comfortably into an adequate spanking angle, with her face close to the carpet, just as he had done with Ryan. He realized that it would be a little challenging to hold her in place, since she was taller than Ryan, but Mickey was confident that he could make it work.

He raised his hand, aiming for Julie's firm and well-developing buns, and swung it down hard to get the spanking started.

*SMACK! SMACK SMACK!* "OOOWWW! IT HURTS! OOOWWW! *SMACK! SMACK SMACK!* OOWW! OOWW! I'M SORRY, MICKEYYYY! *SMACK! SMACK SMACK!* OOOWIEEEE! PLEASE STOP PLEASE! *SMACK! SMACK SMACK!* OOWIEE! OOOWWAAAAAA!"

The spanking went on for several minutes, and Mickey considered switching to a more painful instrument than just his hand, but he decided that it was important that he broke her by only using his hand during her first ever spanking from him. That way she would respect his strength and fall easier under his authority. Soon enough, he got the results he wanted, as Julie broke into full-scale bawling, turning into a sorry little girl momentarily occupying a teenager's body. A few times she fell from his lap, due to her wild kicking and larger body than Mickey's, but he simply pulled her back onto his lap again and continued the assault on her burning behind.

After it was over, Mickey let her do the spanking dance while he searched inside her closet for something he had just thought of. Then Julie heard a sound more scary than any other she had ever heard in her life: The sharp snap of a leather belt. She turned to Mickey and saw that she had been right, as the grinning boy held her thickest leather belt in his hands. Terrified, she begged him not to use it on her, promising that she had already learned her lesson.

"I don't doubt that you have learned it," Mickey replied. "But I think that you need a little taste of what is going to be the ultimate sanction when you really, really cross the line. Stealing from your mom earned you a hand-spanking today, and it will probably earn you the sandal or hairbrush in the future, but for greater crimes your pretty ass will be tasting this belt. I'll give you only five lashes right now, just so you keep in mind what a longer belting would feel like. Now bend over the bed and stick your ass up for me."

Julie complied without further protest, placing her elbows over the bed while standing in front of it, flexing her knees just a little and arching her back in order to stick her ass up and outwards. She continued to cry as she awaited the first lick of the intimidating weapon now in Mickey's hands.

Mickey held the belt with one hand while running the other one through the length of the belt a few times, as if trying to stretch it in preparation for its painful job. He licked his lips at the sight of the sensual, quivering butt submissively presented to him, and then, in a quick and fluid motion he swung the belt back and then forward to meet its soft target with an explosive impact.

*SCHHHWAAAACK!* "YYYYOOOWWWAAAAAAAAAA!" cried Julie, in a high pitch that sent shivers to Mickey as he heard it, since it sounded like a truly unbearable pain. But almost instantly, those shivers turned into an electric sensation of power all through his flesh, and the tingling he had been feeling in his lower regions turned up a few notches. His smile grew, displaying his teeth. He didn't let the girl wait much longer for the next lash on her tormented rump.

When the five lashes were over, Mickey took a moment to enjoy the sight of Julie rolling and contorting on her bed, displaying her bodily charms shamelessly as she moved, while holding her butt with both hands. Her bawling was deafening and Mickey feared that Ms. Hudson might be having second thoughts this time, from hearing the astonishing shrieking of her teenage daughter.

He walked out of the room and Ms. Hudson called him from the living room. It turned out that she was, in fact, actually delighted by Julie's powerful cries, and also impressed that Mickey could handle a girl four years older than himself. She encouraged him to keep her in line with as much strictness as with Ryan.

Head held high with pride, Mickey walked back into Ryan's bedroom, so they could continue their game. He found Ryan masturbating on his bed, surprising the older boy with his arrival.

"Oh! Uh… hey, Mickey!" Ryan said as he stood in a flash and fumbled with his shorts to pull them up and cover his erection. "You... you actually spanked Julie? That's UN-believable, dude! Did you see her panties? Or maybe even more than that?

"Oh, much more than that," Mickey said. "I enjoyed the sight of your hot stepsister's hairy snatch, as well as her naked ass, which was a real thrill to roast. And I see that you've been enjoying the event, too."

"Oh, yeah, I, uh... I could hear her crying very clearly since she was crying so hard, and... well, I… I got really excited by the sound of it..."

"That's ok, dude. She gets off from hearing you get it, too."

"Really? Oh, man, I can't believe that you just saw Julie naked! It's been my dream to see her naked since she's been living here. And to actually SPANK her? Man, it's just awesome! C'mon, tell me what she looks like down there, give me some details!"

"I will, but we have something to take care of, first. You see, I gave Julie five lashes of the belt at the end of her punishment, just so she could know what would be in store for her whenever she did something really, really bad. So I'm going to give you the same right now, for the same reason. Bend over the bed and show me your ass, I'm going to get Julie's thick belt and be right back."

"W-what? No, NO! NOT THE BELT, MICKEY! OH PLEASE NOT THE BELT, PLEEEAAAASE!"

Without another word, Mickey walked out of the room and went to get the belt from Julie's room. He found the girl still rolling on her bed, bawling her eyes out, as he retrieved the terrifying instrument.

When Mickey returned to Ryan's bedroom, he was pleased to see that his friend was already in position, shorts around his knees and bent over the bed quite similarly to his stepsister, even sticking out his naked butt the same way. He was shivering in terror harder than she had been, though, and he was already crying softly in dreadful anticipation. Mickey did not make him wait long.

*SCHHHWAAAACK!* "OOOOWWWAAAAAAAAAA! NO MORE MICKEY OH PLEASE IT HURTS SO MUCH OH PLEASE OH PLEEEEEAAAASE!" Ryan begged in a pathetic and desperate tone of voice. He had turned around after the first lash, facing Mickey and rubbing his butt as he flinched up and down in pain. His tiny pecker seemed to have shrunk even further than the previous day, its flesh folding on itself in ripples as it receded toward his body, partly covered by the dark curly hairs that crowned it. Mickey thought it looked hilarious, watching the ridiculous-looking thing shrink down as if in synchronicity with its cowardly owner's growing terror.

"Get back into position right NOW, boy!" Mickey commanded. "Or else you're getting ten lashes instead of five."

The threat was enough to make Ryan slowly bend over once again, his whole body trembling even more violently than before. He cried louder as he awaited the second lick, and Mickey let him wait for it a few seconds longer, just to make the anticipation worse.

*SCHHHWAAAACK!* YOOOOWWWIEEEEEEEE! AHUH-AHUH-AHUH…! PLEEEAAAAAAAASE!

*SCHHHWAAAACK!* OOOOWWAAAAA! OOOOWWAAAAAAAA!

*SCHHHWAAAACK!* OOOOWWAAAAAAA! I'LL BEEEEE GOOOOOOOD! WWWAAAAAAAAAA!

*SCHHHWAAAACK!* WWWWAAAAAAAAAAA! MOOOOMMMMYYYYYYY! WWWAAAAAAAAAA! WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

Afterwards, Mickey lay in Ryan's bed, reading a comic book while he waited for his bawling friend to settle down. Ryan was crying it off, lying face-down on the bed right beside Mickey, both hands holding his stinging butt and his face buried into his pillow, muffling the sound of his babyish cries.

From time to time, Mickey ruffled his friend's hair with one hand, while still reading the comic with the help of his other hand. He added some words of comfort as he tussled Ryan’s hair, like 'There, there, now,' and 'Shhhh… it's all over now, boy, shhhh…'.

Mickey's eyes kept coming back to Ryan's reddened posterior, contemplating a job well done. He was quite satisfied with the escalation of things in the Hudson home that day, but he was already planning to take things even further. He'd just have to wait for the right timing for it, but, for the time being, he was now in command of the Hudson kids' lower halves, and he would use that power at every opportunity.

He didn't bother to hide the tent that had formed inside his own shorts, as he decided that Ryan might as well realize that he derived much pleasure from roasting his tail, since Ryan did not have any voice or vote in the matter. The boys' friendship was quickly becoming a much closer relationship, and Mickey aimed to make it closer still...

To Be Continued...

(The End)