Quite a boarding school! 5. Punished? Lewis used some weird language sometimes. Ben thought he understood what was going on. The joyful grin on Fred’s face, who did not appear threatening even seemed to push him to yield into what Lewis was about to suggest slightly more explicitly. "Indeed you deserve a good spanking. I think it'd settle the matter between us." Ben had his usual defying sweet smile. "What right do you have to discipline me, pray thee my dear Lewis?" he teased him. "None. I’m going to have to let the concerned authorities know about what some people lacking of fair-play do to make fun of their opponents. They'll be real happy to learn about your pranks. I don't think they'll consider them pranks, by the way... I'd be quite sad to see you thus put down..." "What! You’re blackmailing me!" Even thought the talk could have sounded like it was heating up, Ben was expecting something fun to happen; Lewis wouldn't play the snitch, but he would go for some of his usual fooling around. "That’s a nasty word, but I guess you could say that…" Lewis sneered at the boy, like any villain in a gangster story would have done. But it was Fred who convinced the defiant roommate. "I guess you should be glad to get off the hook with just a spanking…" Something in the tone of the soft oriental looking boy told him he was sincere. It could be a code word for some weird activity: spanking… Did Ben mind Lewis fondling his buttocks? No, he did not, especially with Fred watching. "OK, I’m ready for your spanking, whatever it is." "You seem to be dressed properly for getting your punishment." "Which punishment?" "Your butt is to be spanked as many times as there are hands in the room. This makes it six for tonight." It was genuine surprise that showed now on the guilty boy’s face. "You’re really going to do that?" "It’s up to you. Take it like a man or some letter could end at the swimming league’s headquarters..." Ben decided to “take it like a man.” But things had to be done the proper way. When Fred asked him to bend over, he protested. "That’s total nonsense! I’m not supposed to let you slap my buttocks. You need to force me a little, if this is meant to be a fun game." Fred and Lewis looked at each other. What did he mean? A game? "You’ve got to restrain me, to prevent me from screaming and letting know about your secret justice." Lewis frowned. It made his nose wriggle in an interesting way. "You mean, we should bind and gag you?" "Yes, kind of…," the handsome swimmer replied. © Copyright Bondwriter 2006 |