Spankymoon 8

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Spankymoon - Part 8

Jack sat on a sofa in the suite's living room, reading a leaflet with information about the resort's amenities and services. He was waiting for Cody to finish dressing so they could go out for some dinner.

"Wow, this place really is huge," Jack said to himself, as he studied the map of the resort on the leaflet. Then he turned his head and shouted in the direction of the bedroom. "ARE YOU READY YET, DUDE? MY STOMACH'S GROWLING!"

"ALMOST READY!" Cody answered from the bedroom.

Jack grimaced and turned back to his reading. A minute later, he heard the bedroom's door creak open, followed by steps approaching the living room.

"About time, slowpoke," Jack said, his eyes still on the leaflet. "I don't know about you, but I'm really starving, and-"

His sentence was cut short as he finally looked up and was struck speechless by the sight before him. A few steps from where Jack was sitting, Cody was standing in a flowing green nightdress, ending at his ankles. At the top, the dress started just above his nipples, two thin straps holding it over his shoulders. A thick, green lace was wrapped around Cody's waist, ending on a huge ribbon at his left side. He was also wearing green dress shoes with short heels, each shoe adorned with a small green ribbon. Also, Cody’s short brown hair seemed to be fixed in a modern style.

Cody shifted as he tried to stand flirtingly, hands on his waist and hips leaning slightly to the side, somehow managing to look both awkward and cute. His blushing face was clearly uneasy.

"W-well?" Cody said. His left foot tripped briefly, but he quickly recovered his pose. "What do you think?"

Jack's jaw dropped as he gaped at his femininely clad friend. He was completely stunned.

Cody grumbled. "C'mon dumbass, I'm dying over here. Say something, dammit!"

"You... you look..." Jack started to say.

"Yes? YES? I LOOK WHAT?" Cody said.

"Completely ridiculous!" Jack said and burst out with laughter.

"W-WHAT?" Cody said, blushing deeper. "Do you know how long it takes to look like this? You unappreciative little…!"

"But," Jack said, interrupting Cody. "I have to admit that you also look... what's the word? Um, ravishing I guess..."

"R-ravishing?" Cody said, straightening up and fixing his dress with nervous hands. "Really? Do you mean it?"

"It sounds strange but, yeah, I guess I mean it," Jack said. "For some reason you look both ridiculous and, well, pretty attractive, you know? It's like you just split my mind in two. It's a weird feeling..."

Cody looked at himself and wondered if he looked more ridiculous than attractive. He also wondered if one could really manage to look both ridiculous AND attractive, for that matter. For the moment, the thing that mattered most to him was that Jack seemed to have (in his careless manner) approved of the way he looked, even if he had laughed about it at first.

"Anyway," Jack said, springing to his feet. "Let's get going!"

Jack walked out of the suite with a brisk pace and Cody struggled to keep up with him, finding it difficult to walk in the short-heeled shoes. He almost tripped again when he crossed the suite’s doorway and he quickly looked around to check if there was anyone who might be watching him. He wondered why he felt even more embarrassed now than when he had been wearing a girly swimsuit. He raised his dress a little so he could walk more freely and hurried to catch up with Jack.

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It turned out that the seafood restaurant was actually fairly close to their suite. The host, who was wearing a funny hat in the shape of a crab, led them to their table.

Cody was surprised to find that the restaurant was pretty noisy. The tables were full with kids who were either laughing or talking rather loudly. The background music was teen-pop and there were colorful sea motifs all around.

"I, uh, I guess I wasn’t expecting violins," Cody said. "But I thought it would be a little more romant- ...um, I mean, a little quieter in here."

"Well, what did you expect? Everyone's a kid in this place, remember?" Jack said. "In fact, I read that they have another restaurant that sounds more like the kind you mean. Quieter and stuff. Maybe we can go there some other day."

"Sure," Cody said, feeling a little out of place with his long dress. To his relief, nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them. Also, half the kids in the restaurant were, like him, wearing feminine clothes, even if not nightdresses. "Hey, how about we sneak into the restroom for a little Jack-snack, huh? I'm getting pretty thirsty for a little of your cream already..."

"Not now, Cody," Jack said. "I'm really freaking starving right now. Besides, you just milked me in the shower, remember? So maybe later, ok?"

"Oh, c'moooon!" Cody said, stomping his feet on the floor. "It'll be real quick! And I'll be doing all the work, you just need to sit back and look hard and tasty. Pleeeaaase? Just a few licks?"

"Stop it with those puppy eyes. I said not right now. And you're not fooling anyone with your 'just a few licks' trick. The last time you said that, you were at it for half an hour or more. Now pipe down and let's eat something first, ok?"

"Awww..." Cody said, frowning. He rested his chin on his hand, looking rather disappointed.

A smiling waiter approached them. He seemed to be closer to Cody's twelve years of age than to Jack's fourteen. "Good evening, my name is Fabio and I will be your waiter. What would you like to drink?"

"Have you got Dr. Pepper?" Jack asked.

"Certainly sir," Fabio said. "And for you, Miss?"

"Virgin Strawberry Daiquiri," Cody said. "Make sure it's real smooth, you hear?"

"I'm sorry, Miss, we don't serve cocktails in here. We have soft drinks, lemonade, iced tea..."

"Well, then go get one somewhere else and bring it here," Cody said, looking annoyed. "There's a bar near the lobby, isn't there? I know all drinks in the resort are non-alcoholic, which is fine of course, but I'm pretty sure they can make a virgin daiquiri."

"Cody," Jack said. "Settle down. Just order something else."

"I... again, I'm sorry, but I can't do that, Miss," Fabio said. "If you could check our menu, maybe you'll find a drink that-"

"I SAID," Cody insisted. "That-I-want-a-daiquiri. Now stop wasting our time and go fetch me one."

"Cody!" Jack said. "That's very uncool! Apologize to Fabio, right now!"

"No need for that, sir," Fabio said. "I'll see what I can do about that drink. We aim to please and I just noticed that you're here on a Spankymoon, right? That means we have to make sure you have everything you need. Now, would you like to order a starter, as well?"

"Uh, sure..." Jack said, browsing the menu. "How about some crab cakes?"

"Sounds good," Cody said. "Just make sure they're not overcooked, Fart-io. I'm this close to having a word with the manager about your clumsy service."

"Cody, stop it already!" Jack said, fed up with the rude boy’s attitude. "Say, Fabio... what about this Roasted Brat Buns special, highlighted on the menu? Is it what I think it is?"

"Oh, it's exactly what you think it is, sir!" Fabio said, his smile growing. "We have that dish in every restaurant in the resort. The bars, too. It's our most popular dish and it's always on special! But for Spankymoon guests it's free, of course."

"R-roasted what?" Cody said.

"Perfect," Jack said. "I think we definitely need to order one of those immediately. All right, we'll have the crab cakes and the roasted brat buns, then.

"Excellent choice, sir. How would you like the buns cooked?"

"W-wait a minute," Cody said, growingly nervous. "What are you two talking about, exactly?"

"Hmm… Medium well, I think," Jack said. He smiled and continued browsing the menu. "Later we might have them cooked a little more, depending on how the rest of the evening goes. And how about this Fresh Boymilk over here?" he said, pointing at another spot on the menu. "Is it also what I think it is?"

"Yes, sir, it is," Fabio said. "Would the lady care for some boymilk, then?"

"He'd... I mean, SHE'D definitely like some," Jack said. "In fact, it's probably the reason why she's acting up. So it might really help.”

"Yes, sir. One boymilk coming up," Fabio said, scribbling on his notepad.

"One WHAT?" Cody said.

"Ok, please come with me, Miss," Fabio said, gently but firmly taking Cody's hand and pulling him to his feet. Then he addressed Jack. "I'll be right back with your order, sir. Another waiter will be bringing your drink in the meantime."

"Thanks," Jack said. "Take your time, we're in no hurry. We're on vacation, after all."

"Of course, sir. Right this way, Miss," a smiling Fabio said as he led a worried Cody away.

Cody tried to break free, but Fabio's grip was too strong. He protested, but his voice got lost in the background noise. No one seemed to pay any attention to them as Fabio first gave another waiter his notepad with Jack’s order, and then led Cody through a small corridor at the far side of the restaurant, and finally into a room at the end of the corridor. The corridor's windows showed the palm trees outside, waving lazily in the warm breeze.

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The small room was very similar to the 'spanking room' where Camilo had spanked Cody and Dylan, with the exception of the big windows in this room giving a great view of the moon-shining sea and the starry sky.

When he saw the armless chair at the center of the room and the rack with spanking implements beside it, Cody let all hope vanish that 'Roasted Brat Buns' might actually turn out to be an exotic caribbean dish that was supposed to be sampled in private. He started apologizing desperately to Fabio for his previous rudeness, but the young waiter simply ignored his pleas and asked him to take the dress off.

“W-why?" Cody said, hugging his chest protectively.

"Because we don't want to wrinkle it, of course," Fabio said. "Here, I'll give you a hand."

Feeling defeated and afraid of earning an upgrade to a harsher punishment spanking if he didn't cooperate, Cody sighed and let Fabio help him get undressed. Then Fabio hung the dress on a coat rack standing in a corner of the room, with great care.

Fabio turned around and, smiling devilishly, took a moment to admire Cody's near-nakedness. "I dare say that's a beautiful pair of panties you're wearing, Miss," he said, staring at Cody's green, lacy knickers, which were practically see-through, and adorned by a small green ribbon in the upper center. It truly was a flirty piece of lingerie.

"Uh, t-thanks...?" Cody said, blushing as he tried to cover his girly underwear. "I mean... how dare you!"

Fabio chuckled. "I apologize, Miss. I did not mean to be disrespectful. Now please take your pretty panties off so we can begin."

Cody reluctantly stripped off his panties and handed them to Fabio, who folded them neatly over a side table. The now completely naked 12-year-old boy covered his genitals with both hands as the boy-waiter retrieved a wooden paddle from the implements rack. At first Cody thought he had chosen a ping-pong paddle, but then he realized that the tool was carved in the shape of an almost circular fish. ‘A fish-shaped paddle in a seafood restaurant,’ Cody thought. ‘I guess they think they’re so funny, but I don’t feel like laughing at all!’ Then Fabio sat on the armless chair and pulled Cody across his lap.

"L-listen, I know I was rude to you earlier and I'm really sorryyy!" Cody said, as the waiter fondled his plump behind. "And… and I guess I earned a spanking, ok, but could it pleeeaaase be a handspanking? Not a paddling, please!"

"Well, your boyfriend asked for these buns to be cooked medium-well," Fabio said, as he kept on fondling his attractive target. "So if I only use my hand, that would take too long. Don't worry, Miss, it'll be done faster than you think. Roasted buns are my specialty!"

*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*

"OOOWW! OOOWW! NOT SO HAAAAARD!"

*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*

"OOOWW! I'M SORRY I WAS RUDE! OOOWW! I'M SORRYYYYYY!"

*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*

"OOWAAAAA! IT HUUURTS! OOWAAAAAAA!”

*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*

The fish-paddle rained mercilessly over and over on Cody's bubble-bottom. Each tremendous blow flattened the zone of impact, which then bounced back to its original, rounded shape, but redder and burning more with every passing second.

It took a few minutes for the boy-waiter to roast Cody's tender posterior to the desired temperature and color. He then let the crying 12-year-old stand up and perform a spanking dance for a little while.

"Very well, Miss," Fabio said when Cody's dance seemed to be cooling down. "The first dish is served. Now we must take care of the second part of your boyfriend’s order: A rich, creamy serving of boymilk for you. Come here, please."

Cody hesitated, so Fabio reached out and pulled him closer. The young waiter made Cody kneel in front of the chair, pulled off his own pants and underwear, and then sat back. Cody swallowed as he was now directly facing Fabio's hard-on, which, even when it did not look as big as Jack's, it still looked pretty big for a 12-year-old, which Cody had guessed as Fabio's age. It was certainly larger than Cody's teensy penis, and Fabio also sported a larger growth of dark curlies around it than Cody did. Cody had never sucked any other dick than Jack's, and he stared nervously at his fleshy dish.

"Now, now. Don't be shy, Miss," A smiling Fabio said, gently holding the back of Cody's head and pulling it closer to his erection. "I can assure you, it's good quality boymilk. You won't be disappointed!"

Nervous, Cody let himself be pulled closer and closer to the raging boy-member, hesitantly opened his mouth, and then finally closed his lips around the young waiter's cock. He started sucking -slowly at first- and soon realized that he was starting to enjoy the experience. After all, he had been quite hungry for a mouthful of cock, so now here was one to lick and kiss and drink from at his pleasure, even if it wasn't Jack's (which would have made it even better). He closed his eyes and decided to enjoy the moment. The fire on his bottom was still raging, and tears were still flowing from his eyes, but the pleasure from his boy-meal helped counteract some of the pain on his rear end.

Fabio moaned as Cody went to work with true devotion on his package. Cody increased speed until he was pumping the waiter's boner as hard and fast as he could, savoring every instant of it, all while he jerked his own stiffie with his hand. Then Fabio could hold on no longer and shot his load of boymilk into Cody's mouth. Cody's penis spurted his own load almost immediately afterwards, hearing a bell go ding-ding-ding! inside his own head, and he pictured small red hearts floating all around him. He was innerly celebrating his little orgasm.

When he had finished drinking, Cody went on to lick the waiter's penis clean, just as he always did with Jack. Then he wiped his mouth and stood up.

"Was that satisfactory, Miss?" Fabio said, as he pulled his pants back up.

"Oh, yeah!" Cody said, his hands now resuming the rubbing of his still-burning bottom. Then he seemed to become aware of the enthusiasm in his words and blushed. “I mean, s-sure… it was fine, I guess.”

Fabio laughed. "I'm glad to hear it. Now let's take you back to your boyfriend. Let’s hope you won't give him new reasons to ask for your pretty buns to be re-heated. We can still roast them a little more, you know?"

"N-no, I don't think that will be necessary...!" Cody said, looking rather afraid.

Fabio laughed again. He helped Cody get back into his dress and then led him out of the room.

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Soon, they had walked back to the table, where Jack had already started with the appetizers.

"Oh, you're just in time!" Jack said through a mouthful of crab cake. "These are real good, come have some while they’re warm."

"Your other 'dish' is also very warm," Cody said with a sarcastic tone, frowning as he rubbed his bottom faster to emphasize his meaning. "Sizzling hot, in fact!"

Fabio chuckled. "The dish was cooked just as your boyfriend ordered it, Miss: Medium well. Here, see for yourself, sir."

In a swift motion, Fabio turned Cody around, lifted his dress in the back and lowered his lacy panties so his red bottom was revealed. Cody blushed as he realized that some boys from other tables could now see his naked posterior. He heard giggles behind him and knew that they were directed at him.

"Excellent!" Jack said. "You cooked these buns just right. Thank you, Fabio. I'll give you a shout if we need to warm them up."

Fabio walked away with a smile and Cody sat down very carefully at the table, wincing as his scorched butt touched the wooden chair.

"And how about the other dish?" Jack said, munching on another crab cake. "You got enough cream to be satisfied?"

"Well, yeah..." Cody said. "But it was embarrassing!"

"But it quenched your boymilk thirst?"

"For the moment, sure."

"Great! I guess we'll have to order that regularly during our stay here. I mean, I love it when you blow me, but you just want it too often! So it's a good thing the employees can help us with that from time to time."

"Oh, man... that's going to be humiliating, you know?"

"Whatever. C'mon dude, start eating. These are tasty!"

The boys enjoyed the rest of their dinner. They talked and laughed and planned their next day. Cody felt happy and fresh inside, even as he shifted in his seat during the entire meal, due to his far-from-fresh bottom.

He then realized that it would soon be time for bed, and remembered what he had suggested to Jack during their shower: They were going to have a second try at... at slipping into Cody. Into a cavity other than his mouth, that is. Cody blushed with the thought - he was nervous, but he also felt his penis tingling once again, as he pictured Jack mounting him...

He had come only minutes ago -thanks to the boy-waiter- and now he was horny again! He didn't know if he should curse or bless his raging hormones. At the moment, he could only feel blessed to have Jack's handsome cock all for himself.

To Be Continued...

(The End)