Wednesday

By Flint

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Wednesday again found Clark running practice laps. Little Leaguers were next door as well. As Clark was on his last lap he noticed the Little League team break up, but did not see Stephen running penalty laps. He thought, “Drat, couldn’t Stephen break some rule so he’d have to get sweaty?”

Clark finished and headed a little downtrodden to the field house. As he entered, there was a high pitched voice, “Hi Clark.”

Surprised Clark said, “Oh, I didn’t see you running punishment laps today. I’m surprised to see you.”

Stephen said, “You mean you’ve been watching me at practice.”

Clark was taken aback, but replied, “Not necessarily, but I notice when your team runs laps, and saw none today.”

“Yeah, the coach can get mad, but not today. I still got sweaty, and thought it would be alright to shower. Is it?”

“Sure, just don’t leave a mess. The coaches would think it was me.”

Clark chose a locker near Stephen, but not too close (that unwritten locker room rule). Still Clark realized this was the closest he had ever been to Stephen while Stephen had on clothes.

Stephen was a bit ahead of Clark undressing, and when Clark saw Stephen start pulling of his pants, Clark remarked, “I’m surprised I recognized you. This is the first I ever saw you wearing any clothes.”

Stephen, now just down to his briefs, pushed them down if front flashing Clark, “Recognize me now?”

“Well that is a little evidence.”

Stephen finished stripping and headed first to the showers.

Clark joined soon after, this time acting as Stephen did the day before taking the shower right next to Stephen. They did not talk much until they were both about done and were standing beside each other enjoying the hot water spraying down their backs.

Finally Clark turned off his water and said,” Time to dry.”

“Yep”, Stephen agreed, but added, “Those paper towels are scratchy, especially on the soft parts.”

“Well, you don’t have much in the soft spot region.”

“Thanks for noticing”

Clark was taken a bit aback, but added, “It may be weird to use a towel after someone else, but if you want, you can use mine after I finish.”

“That would be nice; I don’t mind it being a bit damp.”

So Clark slowly dried, to maximize his time watching a naked Stephen just stand by him dripping wet for a while.

He finally handed the towel to Stephen, saying, “It’ll cost you”.

“What is the cost?” Stephen commented as he took hold of the towel.

“This”, said Clark as he grabbed Stephen’s right wrist and pulled of he locker key chain. Clark rushed out and left Stephen drying alone just long enough to toss the key on top of the lockers, too high for either of them to reach.

Stephen came around, now dry and laid the towel by Clark and said, “OK, now give me my key.”

“I hid it. You must search. This happens everyday to anyone who sits down and leaves their key.”

“But I didn’t sit it down, you took it.”

“Well, it is hidden. You can find it, or go home naked. Your choice.”

Clark dressed slowly, taking it in as Stephen searched about for his key. Several times he knelt down looking under things, sticking his butt way up in the air. He stretched up trying on top of things. Stephen was completely oblivious to his nudity after while.

After Clark was fully dressed and acting like he was about to leave, Stephen pleaded, “Please tell me where it is.”

Clark pointed to a tall locker stack, too high for either to reach.

“Come on now. What can I do? “

“Find something to stand on”

Finding nothing sufficient after several attempts, Stephen said, “Well, at least give me a boost.”

Clark held he hands out and boosted Stephen then held Stephen bare bottom up high as he could until Stephen retrieved the key.

As Stephen opened his locker Clark left with the words, “Seems I never see you dressed.”

(The End)