STOLEN CLOTHES - PART 4 BY: Hooked6 Hooked6@hotmail.com Copyright December 1, 1999 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author (Hooked6@hotmail.com). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive in some localities. The author neither advocates or condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. 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.