The group of five friends – Alex, Keaton, Skyler, Quinn and Taylor – left classroom 10W7 to make the long trek to classroom 8S11 in the brief ten minutes between classes at the State University.  As always, they were talking about whatever.© Y Lee Coyote

If the chatter had been about a course or the weather or even the disastrous game two days earlier then nothing noteworthy would have happened but Alex was hitting on Keaton.  Perhaps if Alex had been in a happier mood but that was difficult with coping with the terrible test grade of a dismal sixty-eight that was returned just a few minutes before.

At first Alex let it slide for it was usual behavior but before they got the center core it was “Enough.”  “Cool it.”  “Knock it off.”  And the like for sixty-eight plus one is quite high schoolish.  Moving between floors it stopped but only because they were separated by the others on the escalator.  The chatter was promptly resumed in the eighth floor south corridor.

When they were half way to the room, Alex snapped and grabbing Keaton’s arm gave him three hard hand spanks on each of his butt checks.  “I SAID ENOUGH!”

“I was only teasing you.” rejoined Keaton.

“Teasing.  I’ll give you teasing.” snarled Alex angrily.  And with that Alex grabbed Keaton’s sweatpants at the waist and yanked them down to his ankles.  This revealed that he was freeballing.  A delightful bonus thought Alex.

“HEY!” he roared most uncreatively and when he tried stepping back a bit he lost one of his flip-flops as he was hobbed.

Alex grabbed the flip-flop and now well-armed, gave Keaton six-of-the-best (as the British say) on each side of the tormentor’s now bare rump.  Keaton’s howls attracted attention he did not want.  Many, especially Alex, appreciated the color being added to Keaton’s derriere.

The small crowd showed its appreciative approval with a long standing ovation.  Some of the more attentive observers would have noticed that Keaton’s state of arousal increased with each whack of the flip-flop on his butt which rapidly turned red.  Alex was one of these cunning observers and saved that important datum.

Keaton struggled to get his pants back up past his arousal Quinn said “We better hurry or we’ll be late for class.”