STOLEN CLOTHES - PART 4
  BY: Hooked6 
  
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  STOLEN CLOTHES 
  BY: Hooked6
  
  Part 4
  
  
  Bent over the couch, there I was, getting a very sound
  paddling from my mom while my teacher looked on lecturing me
  on the evils of my sexual organs and public display. My
  thoughts were on Tracy and getting revenge though, not on
  Mrs. Hampton's lecture. The pain in my buttocks was growing
  so severe that silent tears were welling up in my eyes. I
  bit my lower lip to keep from crying.
  
  "But mom, it wasn't my fault. It was Tracy Barker!" I
  protested. My pleas fell on deaf ears. Whack after whack
  continued to pound my now certainly raw flesh. I could only
  imagine what my butt looked like. My penis was still erect,
  however, by some strange power. I couldn't figure it out. I
  could only surmise that it must be the erotic nature of
  being naked in front of two people that shouldn't SEE me
  naked. I knew one thing though, if she didn't stop that
  paddling I was going to. . .  my thoughts were interrupted
  by a knock at the front door. 
  
  While I was still bent over the couch, I heard my mom open
  the front door. A small tear began rolling down my cheek. I
  was so grateful for the relief our untimely guest had given
  me, I wasn't even concerned about who it may be or the fact
  that he or she might see me naked bent over the couch. I was
  so pre-occupied with my pain and erotic pleasure. Then I
  heard my mom say, "WELL, Hello Tracy! You are just in time
  to witness Jonathan's punishment."
  
  WHAT?! TRACY WAS HERE?! I immediately turned around to face
  the person responsible for my trouble. "IT WAS HER!" I
  shouted. "SHE GOT ME INTO THIS!" Mrs. Hampton slapped my
  butt and told me to keep quiet.
  
  "Tracy," My mom said calmly. "Jonathan here thinks you were
  somehow involved with what happened today. Suppose you tell
  us what really happened." I looked at Tracy with all the
  hate I could muster. NOW she was going t get it, I thought.
  
  Tracy looked at me standing naked and erect for a few
  seconds and then calmly answered my mom. "Well, I'm not sure
  what got into him. We went to the beach today and on the way
  there he kept teasing us. Once we got to the beach, he
  wrapped himself in a beach towel and then took off his swim
  trunks and threw them at us, daring us to make him put them
  back on. We tried to get away by going into the shops. We
  were hoping by getting away from him, he would calm down.
  But, he followed us anyway." 
  
  Mrs. Hampton interrupted, "That part is true because I saw
  him wrapped in a towel in one of the shops and he was, well,
  excited." 
  
  I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "That's a lie!" I
  protested.
  
  Tracy continued, "Yes, that's what happened alright. He was
  nasty and had a boner under the towel just like he does now.
  Right in front of me and my little sister! We then went back
  to the beach, but Jonathan followed us there too and kept
  flashing his butt at us and taunting us. He chased us into
  the shower area. The next time we saw him he was running
  around naked! My little sister and I finally lost him. We
  decided to leave him at the beach. That's why I came over
  here, to. . . um. . .  to tell you what happened so you
  could go back and get him - because we weren't going back
  for him, after what he did." 
  
  Oh. . .  she was sooooo EVIL!! How could she so calmly LIE
  about all this! Mrs. Hampton quickly added, "That's EXACTLY
  how I found him - NAKED outside the showers."
  
  Fighting back my tears, I was at a loss for words. I choked
  back my urge to cry and simply said, "Mrs. Hampton, she's
  making all this up. SHE TOOK my towel. In fact SHE'S the
  reason, I. . . " My mom put her hand over my mouth and
  stopped me from saying another word. She had heard enough.
  The evidence must have spoken for itself. "We believe you
  Tracy," my mom said. "Would you like to watch us finish
  giving him what he deserves?" Tracy smiled at me and said,
  "Why yes. Yes I think I would."
  
  I was once again pushed over the couch and my naked butt was
  on display before Tracy! I could almost feel her staring at
  the crack in my ass. My mom continued spanking my behind.
  "WOW! It's REALLY RED!" giggled Tracy.
  
  My mom finally stopped. I can still hardly believe what
  happened next. Tracy said, "May I have a turn?" To my utter
  amazement, my mom agreed handing her the paddle! This was
  the ultimate indignity. TRACY was paddling my ass. Five
  whacks later my tormenting was through. To my shock, I then
  felt Tracy's hand slowly rub my butt, which of course had
  its effect on my front end as well. "I can feel the heat,"
  she said laughingly. 
  
  I was made to stand in the corner with my hands above my
  head as Tracy stood idly by and gloated. I had to suffer the
  immense embarrassment of walking in front of her to get to
  the corner - with an erect cock - the same cock that my
  teacher had said only moments before that no girl would EVER
  be impressed by. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Tracy
  looking at my bobbing member as I walked by her. She was
  laughing at it.  My mom gave Tracy some final instructions.
  "Tracy, you are older and are a responsible young lady. I
  can't always keep an eye on Jonathan - what with my part-
  time job and all. I trust you. You did the right thing by
  coming here today. Please keep an eye on Jonathan for me. If
  he so much as does ONE thing out of line, ANYTHING that you
  think is nasty or perverted, let me know. He'll get punished
  so bad he'll think today was a picnic! Would you do that for
  me Tracy? Keep him under control?
  
  There was silence for a minute then Tracy responded, "I
  guess I can do that. . .if he'll really mind me when I look
  in on him."
  
  My mom slapped my ass HARD again with the paddle an said,
  "Oh you'll mind her. . . won't you Jonathan Mccallister!"
  
  I mumbled as "Yes ma'am!" I was so angry I could just spit!
  Tracy's giggling as I stood naked and still erect in the
  corner, made me feel two inches tall. I just knew she was
  laughing at my tiny cock.