(Author Note: This is the fifth story in a series. The characters and situations were introduced in the episode:
Camp Torowa Falls 1964 - 01: A Fair To Remember
Read that episode first!) Then read episodes 2 thru 4 before reading this one.
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Drowning....drowning.....he had to get to the surface and breathe before it was too late. He broke through the surface. Suddenly there was a loud noise and a familiar voice. "Corey! Corey, wake up! It's an air raid!"

Corey sat up suddenly in bed, startled out of a deep sleep. Clunk! His head hit something hard but movable. Lucky it was a glancing blow, but it still hurt! Corey opened his watering eyes to see Jerry standing next to his bed, rubbing his chin. Apparently Jerry had been leaning over him and couldn't get his head out of the way in time when Corey sat up. "It's an air raid, Corey!" said Jerry. "The fucking Russians must be attacking us!"

"What...?" said Corey, still dazed from the deep sleep he had been in, as well as the collision he just had with Jerry's head. Grappling with his tenative consciousness, Corey focused his mind on the loud noise he was hearing. Oh, yeah. He heard that siren all the time. "It's not the Russians," said Corey, as he lay back down, rubbing his sore noggin.

"But it's an air raid!" said Jerry, breathing hard in his excitement. "That's the Civil Defense siren!"

"No it's not, Jerry," said Corey. "It's just a fire siren."

"A fire siren?" said Jerry. "What kind of fire siren is that loud?"

"The kind they have at volunteer fire companies to summon the troops when they have to respond to a fire," said Corey with exasperated patience. "That's the siren for Alliance Fire Company #1, down on Washington Avenue by 7th Street."

"Oh," said Jerry, deflating as he stood there. He had obviously been really frightened, thinking there was a real air raid going on, but...

"Haven't you ever heard of a volunteer fire company?" said Corey.

"Of course I have, dimwit," said Jerry. "But we don't have them up in Elmira. We have regular, full-time firefighters."

"Fair enough," said Corey, "but how do they summon them out on a call?"

"They use radios to trigger an alarm inside the station," said Jerry. "They wake up the firefighters on duty there, not the whole neighborhood."

"Oh," said Corey. "Well, with a volunteer fire company, the firefighters live out in the neighorhood - they have no choice but to wake everybody up. The fire engines themselves don't wake you up in your town?"

"Yes, of course the fire engines wake people up when they go tearing out of the station towards the fire with their sirens blaring, but it's not as bad as this..." said Jerry, pointing in the general direction from which the very loud sound was coming. "How long does this last, anyway?"

"A minute or two," said Corey. He glanced at the alarm clock on his dresser - 3:37 in the morning. "It depends."

"How do you sleep through that?" said Jerry.

"Dunno," said Corey. "You just get used to it, I guess."

"I hope you're right," said Jerry. He turned and started back towards his bed at the far end of the long, narrow bedroom with the sloping ceiling.

As Jerry walked away, he gave Corey a good view of the seat of his tight white briefs, which were way too small for him and were stretched alarmingly across his bottom. Corey wondered if Jerry was still feeling the paddle whacks his backside had received less than twelve hours ago. Corey's own backside wasn't really sore anymore, but just felt kind of numb, like the nerves in the skin there had been knocked unconscious by Charlie's paddle. At least they had avoided getting double dips... so far.

Jerry stopped to turn off the overhead light, leaving the loft bedroom illuminated only by the small reading light next to his bed that Jerry must have turned on when the siren first woke him up.

As Jerry reached his bed, Corey wondered once again what was up with his wardrobe. Didn't his friend have any clothes that fit him? Corey would have to find a tactful way to discuss it with him at some point.

As Jerry settled back into bed, the siren died away in the distance. "Finally," said Jerry. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," answered Corey, as Jerry reached up and flicked off his reading light, plunging the room back into darkness.

Now that he was awake, Corey couldn't help thinking about Jerry's reaction to the fire siren. This Cold War shit was getting out of hand! The last two autumns had been tough ones for America. In October 1962 they had the Cuban Missile Crisis, which caused every school kid in America to go diving under their desks at the clang of an alarm bell. Then in November 1963 they had that horrifying day in Dallas. Now Corey had just seen Jerry, who was the toughest guy he knew, in a near-panic state just because of a stupid fire siren. What the hell was wrong with the world, anyway? Corey couldn't wait until he was in the Navy and Jerry was in the Marines. They'd straighten things out - before moving over to NASA and becoming astronauts, of course.

Now that the loud fire station siren had died away - as had the sounds of the fire trucks and their sirens, which had left the fire station three blocks away and headed off in the distance to wherever the fire was - Corey became aware of another sound. Shit, it was raining!

Corey could hear rain hitting the roof, and could hear it softly hitting the screens of the two small open windows in his bedroom. Great! Now he had to get up and close the windows. Terrific! Well, no sense putting it off, he thought as he reached up to flick on the reading light mounted on the wall next to his bed.

"What is it?" said Jerry urgently, as soon as the light went on.

"Nothing," said Corey. "It's raining and I have to close the windows." Jeeze, Jerry still sounded half panicked! What was wrong with him this summer?

"Okay," said Jerry, sounding more relaxed at last. "Sorry about that scare, before."

"Hey, don't worry about it, buddy," said Corey as he got out of bed. "If I thought the Russkies had really started chucking nukes at us, I'd be a bit wobbly in the knees, too."

Jerry chuckled along with Corey, "And a bit wet in the pants, I bet!" said Jerry.

"Possibly," allowed Corey, as he closed the window at his end of the room. "Are you're gonna tell me you wouldn't be shitting your pants if the bombs really started falling?"

"I'd be doing everything I could to fight back against the bastards," said Jerry. "But, yeah, I probably would be soiling myself at the same time. Who cares, anyway? As long as I'm alive at the end to change my pants and the bad guys aren't. Bury the bastards in their soiled pants so they rot in their own shit forever."

"That's a charming image," said Corey as he closed the window closest to Jerry's bed. "Which Marine memoir did you get that from?"

"Right out of the old noggin," said Jerry, tapping his head with a his forefinger.

"Frightening," said Corey as he crossed back to his side of the room and grabbed his bathrobe. Both boys slept in only their briefs, since the loft was the warmest room in the house, at least in the summer.

"Going someplace?" said Jerry, as Corey put on his robe.

"Gotta go pee," said Corey as he headed for the stairs. "The sound of running water always does it to me."

"Oh, yeah," said Jerry. "I remember what happened at the lake last year. But why the bathrobe? It's nearly four in the morning!"

"Okay, Mr. Peabody, set the Way-Back Machine to yesterday morning," said Corey. He could see Jerry grinning already. "Remember what Mom told us about running around downstairs in our undies?"

"About not running around her impressionable young lady in our underwear?" said Jerry, trying to imitate her.

"That's the speech I had in mind, yeah," said Corey. "Well, she wasn't kidding, my friend. Please do yourself a favor and put on a robe or cutoffs or something if you run down there - even in the middle of the night. We all share one bathroom, remember? If any one of those three people catch you prancing around down there in those bursting briefs, Mom will have them off you in nothing flat. And then we'll both find out how many whacks of her hairbrush it takes to make you start bawlin'."

"Okay," said Jerry. "I get the picture. Widdle Jerry be good." He put his thumb in his mouth and pretended to suck it like a baby.

"Fine," said Corey, rolling his eyes in frustration. "Have it your way, then. It's your hide." He went downstairs to complete his relief mission.

It rained all day Monday. Dad went to work, but Mom didn't have to go into the office, so she and Becky went shopping, along with one of Becky's friends and the girl's mother, who had a car. The boys were left to their own devices, and were soon joined by Walt Eckert, Mike Huijsa and Doug Kleckner for much of the day. The five friends spent the morning listening to records and playing games in Corey's loft bedroom.

The subject of the previous day's locker room fiasco came up, of course. Nobody had any idea of why Steve and Gort had started attacking the younger kids in the shower. It was certain that none of them had seen the little kids do anything to provoke the situation. Mike was the one who asked how everybody's bottom was doing nearly 18 hours after Charlie had seared them all with his paddle. He even volunteered to be the first presenter in a strange form of "show and tell".

So Mike dropped his shorts and briefs and lay face down on Corey's bed, allowing the other four boys to carefully examine his backside for marks. He reported a numbness similar to what Corey was feeling. In truth Corey was more than a little curious at first, but quickly became bored with the whole thing. It turned out there was little of interest to see. Corey had seen all four of the other guys naked so many times that he couldn't even begin to count them.

Nobody except Doug had any really interesting marks showing - and Doug had received seven whacks compared to six for the others. Still, Corey dropped his clothes and duly offered his rear end for examination when his turn came. He reported his numbness, which was really almost gone by that time.

Although none of the boys was willing to admit to still being in pain, or even the least bit tender back there, when Mike suggested playing a spanking game the other four all flatly refused to participate.

Mom had left lunch for Jerry and Corey. But two sandwiches and one medium-sized bag of potato chips weren't gonna be enough for five boys. So they dashed through the rain two blocks south on Monroe Avenue, to Filetti's Pizza. There Jerry met 12-year-old Gabe Filetti, whose family owned the place, and 14-year-old P.J. Frey, who was a newly-minted rookie caddy at the local golf course.

Corey was pleased that most of his local friends had now met Jerry, and all of them except Jeff Moyer were getting along quite well with him. And in all honesty, Jeff was really more of an acquaintance than an actual friend.

By the time the boys had finished their pizza, it was pouring outside. Fortunately for them, Filetti's had a Race-Way pinball game they were able to play - at least until they ran out of nickels. By 3 o'clock the rain had slowed a bit, so the boys decided to dash back to their homes.

Unfortunately as soon as they left the pizzeria, the sky opened up again. By the time Jerry and Corey arrived home, they were drenched from head to toe. So it didn't matter that much that Corey only had a key for the kitchen door at the back of the house. At least not until Corey tripped while running around the side of the house, causing both boys to fall, skidding in the mud and getting back up covered in the stuff.

At last they reached the back door, which Corey discovered was already unlocked. He definitely remembered locking it, which meant that - yep, Mom and Becky were home from shopping. The bad news was that Mom took one look at the boy's mud-soaked clothes and refused to let them in the house.

The boys were forced to wait outside in the pouring rain. They both tried using the rain that was soaking them to "wash" the mud out of their clothes, but quickly gave it up as hopeless.

After a few minutes, Mom called them back to the kitchen door where they were handed a large bag of clean towels and an ultimatum. They were to go out to the garage and strip off their muddy clothes. Then they were to dry themselves with the towels, removing as much mud from their bodies as possible. They were to save one towel each to wear when they came back in the house.

Neither boy was happy about this, but Mom would brook no argument. So in due time the very embarrassed and unhappy duo, clad only in towels wrapped around their waists, were being marched up the back stairs by Mom. She ordered them to wait in the upstairs hall. She disappeared into her office and came back holding a quarter. Corey winced. He knew what was coming next.

Corey soon found himself in an all-too-familiar position. He was standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his nosed pressed against the wall. Or more accurately, his nose was pressed against the quarter, which was pressed against the wall. He could see nothing but the wall an inch in front of him, but could hear everything.

Mom explained to Jerry that this is what happened to boys who "needed to think about their actions for a while". Corey was a hairsbreadth away from earning a good spanking. If he could keep the quarter pressed against the wall until he was released, he might be spared. If not, well Jerry should be able to figure that part out.

Mom told Jerry that usually a boy would be left standing with his nose pressed against the wall of the home office, but they were both far too filthy to be allowed in there. Jerry was ordered to give Mom the towel he was wearing. He protested, but did quickly give up his towel when she pointed out that she had a son and a husband. Jerry had nothing between his legs that she hadn't seen before. Corey felt himself blush at that, and knew that Jerry must be blushing as well.

Corey knew that the most important thing now was to prevent a bright red blush from forming on their lower cheeks. Jerry was ordered to shower and dry himself, then come back out - still naked - and replace Corey, facing the wall and holding the quarter in place with his nose. Jerry acknowledged the orders and Corey heard the bathroom door close and the water start running in the shower.

Corey was startled, and nearly lost control of the quarter, when his mother suddenly pulled the towel away from around his hips. He managed to keep it together, though. She told Corey that when Jerry came out of the bathroom Corey was to give his friend the quarter and help him get into proper position, since Jerry had never done it before. Then he was to take a quick shower and dry himself throughly.

Then Corey was to retrieve Jerry and the two boys - still naked - were to knock on the open door of the office, where she would waiting to "have a little talk with them." Corey acknowledged these orders. Then he heard his mother go down the hall and into the office, leaving the door open. He knew that she would be able to hear it if the quarter dropped. He wasn't sure, but strongly suspected she would be able to see him through the open office door if he moved or attempted to use his hands to help keep the quarter in place. It all depended on where she was in the office. He didn't move.

Soon Corey heard the shower water stop running, and a few short minutes later the door opened. Corey left his position on the wall and helped the clean, but totally naked Jerry get into position, holding the quarter on the wall until his friend had his nose pressed against it. In a quick, whispered conversation Corey told Jerry that he was not supposed to move. Corey would shower and then they had to report to Mom in the office. Jerry whispered his acknowledgement, and Corey entered the bathroom.

Corey was careful to use the toilet before showering. He wasn't absolutely sure they were about to be spanked, but why take chances? Soon he was finished toweling himself dry, and he went back out in the hall. Jerry left his position, and the two friends presented themselves to Mom in the office.

The two thoroughly subdued and naked boys were forced to stand at attention, hands at their sides while Corey's mother read them the riot act. What were they thinking, going out into the pouring rain and coming home covered in mud? Why hadn't they stayed home and eaten the lunch she had prepared for them?

Eventually she announced that the spanking they both so richly deserved would be deferred - at least until Corey's father got home from work. She would leave it up to him what to do with them, but until then the boys were confined to their bedroom. "So get your butts up to your room," said Mom. "And for heaven's sake, put on some clean clothes!"

It was about 3:45 when the boys got back to their room. Dad got home from work around 5:30, so they had nearly two hours until they would learn their fate. Corey went to get clean briefs from his dresser, but Jerry just grabbed one of his dirty socks, lay down on his bed, and began stroking his erection.

"I can't believe you popped a boner right there in front of my Mom!" said Corey.

"I couldn't help it!" said Jerry. "As soon as she started talking about the spanking we both richly deserve I lost control. You know I get hard when I think I'm about to get it."

"I know," said Corey. "But Jeeze, that's my Mom!"

"Corey, I think she's seen an erection before," said Jerry. "At least twice, that we know of."

"Ewww!" said Corey, disgusted. "Shut up, you creep!"

"Okay, okay," said Jerry. "A change of subject - I can't believe she had us running around the upstairs hallway buck naked, especially after all that no running around in your underwear talk."

"Well, at least she ordered Becky to stay downstairs," said Corey.

"Oh yeah," said Jerry. "That worked real well. When you were in the shower and your Mom was in the office, I distinctly heard soft footsteps on the back stairs. Which means that impressionable young lady was checking me out as I stood there stark naked."

"Did you see her?"

"How could I see her, Corey?" said Jerry. "My nose was stuck to the wall at the time, remember?"

"Oh yeah," said Corey. Some seconds passed, and Corey watched Jerry stroke himself. "Have you done...that... since you got here?"

"No," said Jerry. "Been too tired. I heard you do it after you got back from your 4 o'clock pee this morning."

"I thought you were asleep!" said Corey.

"Not quite," said Jerry, grinning as he stroked. "I see my little display here has woken up your sleeping dragon, too."

"Yeah," said Corey, who had been about to put on his clean briefs. Instead he threw them aside, grabbed a dirty sock, lay down on his bed and joined in the fun. "Might as well do it now, we may be too sore tonight to enjoy it."

"Amen!" said Jerry.

The weather was fine by breakfast time on Tuesday morning. Dad was dressed for work, of course. He left for the office at 8 o'clock every weekday morning. Mom was dressed for work, as well. She was scheduled to work Tuesday and Thursday that week. She worked as an accountant in an office two blocks away. The three kids were in typical summer casual wear: shorts and t-shirts.

Dad hadn't spanked Jerry and Corey the night before. He settled for coming up to the loft and lecturing the briefs-clad duo on responsible behavior and "being grateful for the food prepared by Mom". They were grounded for another day - Tuesday - although they would be allowed to mow Mrs. Bauer's lawn. Dad made it clear that if they put so much as one toe out of line again they would be eating their meals standing up for a week.

Mrs. Bauer phoned during breakfast and Mom spoke to her. It turned out that Mrs. Bauer's lawn was too wet and muddy to be mowed that day. Now she wanted the boys to come and mow her lawn on Thursday morning.

Before heading for work, Dad reminded the boys that they were still grounded for the day. They were not to leave the house, and their friends were not allowed to visit. The lunch they had refused to eat on Monday was still waiting for them. They would eat it today... or else.

Before Mom walked to work, she had her own set of directives for the grounded boys. She had no intention of washing those muddy clothes, Jerry and Corey were expected to wash those filthy things themselves. And they would be expected to scrub the mud from the clothes by hand - they were not to simply throw the filthy things in the washer. Since neither of them knew how to wash clothes, Rebecca had kindly consented to supervise their efforts. In fact Mom's final directive was that Rebecca would be in charge of them today. They were to obey her orders to the letter.

The boy's strenuous protests were brushed aside, and as Mom left for work, they found themselves not only grounded for the day, but entirely at the mercy of 11-year-old Becky. The first thing Becky did was to call up her friends Patty Roth and Sue Klusarits and invite them over for the day. Then she said, "Sit down, boys, we need to have a talk."

Once the grumpy boys were seated at the kitchen table, Becky said, "Okay, you two. Here's what I want. I'm tired of being the youngest person in this family - always being ignored, unless somebody wants to boss me around. Well, boys, today I'm gonna do some bossing around. You heard Mom say you both have to follow my orders."

"She just meant when washing our muddy clothes," said Jerry, "you little..."

"Careful, boy, or I'll have to tell Mom and Dad that you didn't cooperate with me or do your work," said Becky. "They'll beat the tar out of you."

"Look, Sis," said Corey. "We don't want to fight with you, okay? We just need your help to get our clothes clean. Then if you really want, we can play house with you and your friends for a while."

"Yeah," said Jerry. "But mostly we just want to be left alone up in our room."

"Tell ya what," said Becky, "you give me this one day in charge, and really do everything that me and my friends tell you to do, then I'll leave you guys alone for the rest of the summer until we head off to camp. I won't even squeal on you about any of the bad things you do - unless you do them to me, of course."

"But what if we just behave ourselves for the rest of the summer?" said Jerry. "Then you wouldn't have anything to tell on us about, would you?"

"Hmmm, that's true," said Becky, with a disturbingly evil smirk on her face. "Except there's just two little problems with that theory."

"And they are?" said Corey.

"One, I don't believe for a minute that you two bozos will be able to stay out of trouble for the next month," said Becky. "And two, I heard a great story the other day.... about a dozen stupid boys who were paddled in the pool locker room on Sunday for fighting. Double dips, anyone?" She batted her eyes at them and grinned smugly.

Corey looked at Jerry, who returned his look of resignation. If Becky knew about the fight, she had them firmly by the balls - the two friends had no choice but to surrender to the inevitable.

Corey didn't actually think it was so bad at first. Patty Roth and Sue Klusarits soon arrived and giggled up a storm when the situation was explained to them. They actually had two teenaged boys at their beck and call all day long.

Let them have their fun, thought Corey. They were grounded today anyway, so the day was a write-off no matter what. If they could put up with a fair amount of teasing and stupidity and a bit of humiliation today, they might have a better time for the rest of the summer. Becky did keep her promises - at least when it suited her to do so.

It quickly turned into a big game of house. Becky was the mommy, and the other girls became Aunt Patty and Aunt Sue. And of course the boys became the sons - naughty widdle Corey, and naughty widdle Jerry - which is actually how they were addressed most of the time. The naughty widdle boys had gone out playing in the rain yesterday and messed up their clothes. Their first punishment was to be marched down to the basement to clean them up.

Now as soon as the reality of the situation had hit Corey, he had suspected that he and Jerry would be stripped down to their underwear at some point during the day, just for humiliation's sake, if not for the sake of curiosity. He remembered what Jerry had told him about Becky sneaking a peek at him from the stairs yesterday. He was a more than a little surprised, though, when the first order they received when they got downstairs was, "take off your clothes."

Corey looked the three girls up and down. There was his silly, evil sister. There was his sister's best friend, 11-year-old Patty Roth, and there was Sue Klusarits, who wore glasses, and did actually look a bit like a maiden aunt, albeit a 12-year-old one. These were the impressionable young ladies that Corey's Mom was trying to protect from the evil boys running about in - gasp! - their underpants.

And what is the first thing these "little angels" try to do when they are left in charge? Get the boys out of those underpants! Apparently these young ladies have already had some interesting impressions.

"We can't do that, Becky," said Jerry.

"Mommy!" corrected Becky.

"Okay!" said Jerry. "We can't do that, Mommy. Because if you're Mommy comes home and catches us like that, we're all gonna be in trouble."

"Oh, yeah," said Patty.

"She won't be coming home," said Becky.

"She comes home for lunch everyday," said Corey. "at least in the summer - if for no other reason than to specifically check up on both of us."

"Normally true," said Becky. "But today is different. Mom and Mr. Webber have to spend the day all the way down in some place called Macungie, which is south of Allentown. They're doing an... audit? ... I think she said."

Corey groaned at this news. He had been counting on Mom stopping back for lunch and keeping things from getting completely out of hand. Now he and Jerry really were at the mercy of these little demonic girls for the entire day.

"They don't have to get naked," said Patty, "at least not yet." She giggled.

"Yeah," said Sue, "let 'em keep their panties on!"

"Boy's don't wear panties, Sue!" said Corey. "We wear briefs."

"Awww," said Sue, "isn't that just darling? Widdle Corey is finally out of diapers, and he's so proud of his big boy underpants!" She reached up and pinched his cheek like he was a toddler.

The abuse continued in the same vein for some time. Soon enough the boys, who after all had no real choice in the matter, where wearing only their big boy underpants. Jerry was humiliated by the fact that once again the briefs he was wearing were far too small for him. This fact was immediately recognized and commented on at length by Mommy and the Aunts. The pair Jerry was wearing today actually had a dime-sized hole in them, although mercifully it was around back. Corey was thankful that the briefs he was wearing were relatively new and completely free of holes - at least holes that weren't supposed to be there.

Corey became alarmed when the girls started talking about actually putting the boys in diapers. Fortunately they didn't seem to know where they could get any diapers the right size for teenaged boys.

After a half hour or so of this abuse, Becky actually remembered that the naughty boys had a job to do. The aunts put kitchen aprons on the boys, and they were given brushes and ordered to begin scrubbing their muddy clothes in the basement utility sink.

Astonishingly enough, and despite all the abuse and heckling, by 10:30 the dirty clothes were all clean enough to be run through the washer. It was an old-fashioned Maytag wringer washer, and the boys were carefully taught how to use it. The instructions for using the wringer were accompanied by astoundingly crude comments about running certain parts of the boy's anatomies through the wringer. Yeah, these girls were really just delicate flowers, thought Corey. More like black widow spiders.

The girls allowed the boys to put their shorts and sneakers on to hang up the wash to dry in the back yard. They were allowed to keep these "extra" clothes on for lunch, which the girls wanted to eat at the picnic table in the Lane's back yard.

Corey didn't really mind having to eat the sandwich leftover from Monday. Nor did he mind the chips or the large glass of milk provided to wash it all down. The problem was that Mommy and the Aunts had decided that the widdle boys were too young to feed themselves. They found bibs somewhere and put them on the two boys. Then they carefully fed the boys, making a big fuss over any spillage or crumbs, despite the fact that most of the waste was the fault of the girls themselves.

All of this would have simply been annoying and tedious if it had happened safely inside the house. Unfortunately it happened outside and the girl's loud voices and giggles attracted some most unwanted attention. The Lichtenwalner boys were playing in their back yard with some of their young friends. Eventually somebody in the neighboring yard noticed the spectacle taking place behind the Lane house and the jig was up. Soon Jerry and Corey were being taunted by the neighbors and their guests, as well as the three girls.

By the end of lunch Corey was praying silently and fervently that he and Jerry would be granted the patience to not murder these three little bitches before the day was through. Well, he didn't actually refer to them as bitches in his prayers.

The two bad widdle boys were sent up to their room "in disgrace" after lunch, which actually suited them just fine.

"You know, that could have been a lot worse," said Corey, after they had reached the safety of their bedroom.

"I guess," said Jerry, "assuming it's over."

"It has to be over," said Corey, with confidence. "They can't come up here without our permission, remember?"

"Well, yes," said Jerry, "theoretically. But they're not supposed to even see us in our underwear, much less force us to strip to our underwear, are they? They managed that without too much trouble."

"You're real cheery today," complained Corey.

"Show me something I should be happy about that happened today," said Jerry.

"Fair enough," said Corey. "You have a point. If it's not over, I guess we have to keep playing along."

"Agreed, as long as nobody's getting hurt," said Jerry. "Let 'em march us around in our undies."

Corey went to put on some music, and got a little testy when Jerry asked him if he had any Beatles records. "You gotta be kidding me!" said Corey.

"I was just asking," said Jerry. "I, and a few million other people like them. But if you don't, that's perfectly fine."

"A few million people, bah!" said Corey. "So they had the five top spots on the Billboard chart, who cares? They're just a flash in the pan."

"Really?" said Jerry, doubtfully.

"Come on, Jerry," said Corey. "It's just a fad. 'Yeah, yeah, yeah' and some stupid haircuts? Please! By next year they'll be forgotten."

"I don't think so," said Jerry.

"Wanna bet?" said Corey. "I'll bet you 20 bucks that twenty years from today - on June 30, 1984 - Elvis Presley will still be making hit records. And nobody will even remember who the Beatles were."

"Twenty bucks in twenty years?" said Jerry. "You've got yourself a bet, my friend!"

The two boys met in the center of the room and shook hands.

"Aha! Caught you naughty boys gambling!" said Becky, whose head could be seen peering over the top of the stairs. She had obviously sneaked up on them while they were arguing.

"Get back downstairs, Becky," said Corey. "You don't have permission to be up here."

"Yes, I do!" said Becky, advancing up into the loft. "Today I have permission to boss you around until Mom and Dad get home - or have you forgotten our deal?"

"Look, Sis," said Corey. "You helped us with the laundry - thanks, by the way - and we played house with you for a couple of hours. Now why can't we just go back to our neutral bedrooms and annoy each other quietly - from a distance - for the rest of the summer?"

"Oh, we'll do that - the annoying each other part - after today. But until 5 o'clock today your asses belong to me and the girls!" said Becky. She produced two quarters from her pocket. "Guess what, boys? It's time to face the wall, before you face the music!"

There was a bit more arguing, but sure enough Corey soon ended up with his nose stuck against a quarter, which he held pressed against the wall of his bedroom. His hands were clasped behind his back. After Corey was in place, he heard - but of course didn't see - Jerry being similarly arranged on the opposite wall. They were ordered not to move... or else.

Then he heard people on the stairs, and girlish giggles. There was a whispered conversation going on over near the stairs. The "or else" didn't take much imagination. They're probably going to spank us, thought Corey. Good luck to them, if they want to try and make us cry. Corey and Jerry had been spanked by professionals over the years. Three pre-teen girls didn't stand a chance of making an impression.

Corey didn't know how long he had been standing with his nose to the wall, but figured it must be 15 or 20 minutes. He had heard various sounds, but it was mostly girls moving around quietly and whispered conversations from which he couldn't hear any recognizable words. He hadn't heard Jerry's voice since his friend had been placed with his nose against the far wall. Corey asssumed that Jerry was still there.

Then he sensed movement. Eventually he was able to make out the slightly excited breathing of one of the girls. She must be standing right behind him, but hadn't touched him yet. She was probably planning to try to scare him enough to drop his quarter so they would have an excuse to spank him. They were so childish!

"All right, you two naughty boys!" said Becky, clearly and distinctly. "Put your hands behind your heads, but keep those quarters on the wall - no matter what happens - or else. If even one of you drops his quarter, both of you pay the price!"

Corey slowly and deliberately complied with the order. Becky was somewhere behind him, but not immediately behind him. So it was either Patty or Sue standing right behind him, planning to make him drop his quarter. Well, they can just give it their best shot...

"Ready..." said Becky. "Now!" she yelled.

Corey had expected to be touched, punched, kicked, or whatever. He did not expect to suddenly feel a hand grab the waistband of his briefs on both both sides of his body and yank his underpants forcibly down to his ankles in one motion. He yelped with the unexpected pain as the waistband of his briefs tweaked his dick as it brushed past at high speed. "Hey!" he yelled in surprise, pain and indignation as he realized he was being stripped bare. The shock of it all made him move slightly, but at least he somehow managed to keep his quarter pressed against the wall.

The was also a commotion somewhere behind him, Jerry's briefs were probably yanked down at the same instant. A second later he heard Jerry softly say, "Shit!" and there was the distinctive metallic clink of a quarter hitting the hardwood floor across the room.

Both boys were then ordered to step out of their briefs, which were confiscated by the girls. Then they were led out into the center of the room, to stand side by side, hands still clasped behind their heads. It turned out that Sue had stripped Corey's briefs from him, while Jerry lost his underpants to Patty.

Corey had to admit that he hadn't foreseen this - being stripped completely naked and put on display for the girls.

The three girls sat on the edge of Corey's bed and Becky made the boys step closer, so the girls could get a better look at their equipment.

"I can't believe how different they are... down there," said Sue, giggling.

"Yeah, said Patty. "And I can't believe how much Corey has grown in the last two years!"

Corey felt a strange sense of pride on hearing that remark. He was a lot less happy when Becky and Patty described to Sue the incident two years ago when they saw 11-year-old Corey naked in the back yard. They described in vivid detail how Mom made him raise his legs while she sprayed his private parts with the garden hose to get the coal dust off them. Corey was shocked to find himself blushing - which intensified when he glanced over and saw that Jerry was barely suppressing his laughter at this humorous tale.

Corey couldn't believe that he felt more embarrassed by that two year old memory than his current situation. Weird. Of course that was a real situation, and this was still more or less a game. He and Jerry could still stop this anytime they wanted. Couldn't they?

"Can we touch them?" said Patty.

"Sure!" said Becky. "But be real careful. If we hurt them, we really could get into big trouble with the adults."

"Okay," said Sue as she walked over to Corey. She already had Corey's underwear, and now she wanted to handle their former contents. "I'm gonna touch you real carefully, Corey. If what I do hurts, say so - I'll stop it right away, okay?"

Corey was too choked up to speak. But he was able to nod his head. He was afraid to watch, and stared staight ahead. Soon he felt an unfamiliar hand touch his penis, then lift it up. Thankfully he wasn't hard - yet.

She held his dick out of the way and poked his tight ballsack with a finger. Then she grasped his balls - my God! Sue really does have him firmly by the balls!

"Not so hard!" said Jerry. Corey didn't even like to think what Patty was doing to his best friend.

"Does this hurt, Corey?" asked Sue, still holding his ballsack firmly.

"No," croaked Corey. "But please don't squeeze them!"

"I won't," said Sue. She released his balls, and concentrated on his dick. "I know that this is where the pee comes out," she said, rubbing the tip lightly. "Oooo! It's getting stiff!"

Sure enough, that rub of his glans was enough to kick off Corey's erection. "So where does the baby stuff come out?" said Sue.

"The same place, silly," said Becky.

"Can you make the baby stuff come out, Corey?" said Sue.

"Not now!" said Corey.

"I bet he can," said Patty. "Jerry can too, I bet."

"We'll make a game out if it," said Becky, who was taking a turn examining and handling Jerry. "We were gonna give you boys two spankings - one for messing up your clothes, and one for gambling. But we want you boys to try and make the baby stuff - sperm - for us right here and now. The first boy to do it gets just one spanking. The loser gets both spankings."

The girls had a quick, whispered conversation, after which Patty rushed downstairs. Sue kept handling Corey, and Becky kept handling Jerry, the entire time she was gone. Both boys were firmly erect by now. A couple minutes later Patty returned with two tea saucers and a hairbrush.

Becky took the hairbrush, and whacked the back of it experimentally against her left palm. "This oughta get their attention," she said.

Patty took a saucer and knelt in front of Jerry. Sue knelt in front of Corey with the other saucer. Becky ordered the boys to do whatever they had to do to make the sperm come out. Last one to do it gets two spankings. Each boy should announce out loud when he was gonna make the sperm so the girl in front of him can try to catch it on her saucer.

The boys hesitated, but when Becky threatened to start whacking them with the brush until they started, they glanced at each other, shrugged, and then reached down and began rubbing.

Corey had done this at least a couple of hundred times since Jerry showed him how at camp last summer. But he had never openly "jerked himself off" (Walt told him about that name for the act) in front of anybody other than Jerry (or Walt, that one occasion only).

Corey was not a prude, at least in front of other guys. But he had been intensely embarrassed when Anna Belling saw him getting spanked on his underpants twice last summer. Now here he was, completely naked, rubbing his throbbing cock in front of his little sister and her two friends.

"Doesn't that hurt it?" asked Patty.

Corey shook his head, still having difficulty speaking under the current conditions. He heard Jerry say, "No."

After about a minute, he realized that he was missing the point here. He was supposed to be trying to get only one spanking instead of two. These little girls didn't really scare him, but why take the chance? Plus, as much as Corey loved Jerry, he hated to lose to his friend at anything. So Corey quickened the pace of his rubbing and began thinking about Anna again...

Within another minute, he felt the incredible sensation boiling up inside him. He glanced over at Jerry, who was rubbing furiously, but wasn't there yet. Yes! He might win! Corey said, "Get ready, Sue! Cause here it comes!"

Sue moved the saucer closer and Corey aimed for it. Suddenly he was grunting and spasming, his rock-hard erection shooting out one... two...three spurts of white cream as his first public orgasm ripped through his body. "Wow!" said Sue, as she missed most of the first blast, but caught the other two on her saucer.

Sue looked closely at the white liquid, still fairly watery, she had caught. "This is the stuff men use to make babies in a woman?" she asked.

"Yes," said Becky, coming over for a look. "That's my brother's seed."

"Now, Patty!" said Jerry. Corey looked over to see his friend's orgasm begin. Jerry's entire body stiffened as his raging boner pumped out three ropes of white cream while he grunted with his eyes squeezed shut - his body spasming as the feeling overtook him. Patty managed to catch all of Jerry's output, which looked whiter and a bit less watery than Corey's own "special sauce".

The girls gathered together to examine the samples they had just extracted, poking at the small strings of white goo, while "ooohing" and "aaaahing" and giggling. Meanwhile the two boys stood slumped in place panting, exhausted from their orgasms.

After the girls got bored with examining what had just come out of the boy's bodies, they moved on to applying punishment to the outside of their bodies. The boys had obviously expected their spankings to be administered by the girls. So they were surprised when Corey was ordered to sit on his desk chair, and Jerry was ordered to drape himself over Corey's lap.

Despite having just come, Jerry was sporting a woody as he climbed across Corey's lap. Once Jerry was settled in place, his erection lodged between Corey's legs, Patty knelt to the left of the chair and grabbed Jerry's hands. Sue knelt to the right of the chair and grabbed Jerry's feet. Then Becky handed the hairbrush to Corey and ordered him to spank his friend.

"How many whacks?" asked Corey, trying to put off the inevitable as long as possible.

"No set number," said Becky, grinning evily. "Just keep spanking him until I tell you to stop. And if you don't make him cry, you'll get it a lot worse when your turn comes."

Patty said, "Look into my eyes while I hold you hands, Jerry. If you cry, you'll get it a lot worse when your second turn comes."

To tell the truth, part of Corey had longed to have his best friend in exactly this position. Now that it was actually happening, he was hesitant to begin. "Get spankin', Corey," said Becky, "unless you want to switch places and take the two spankings yourself."

Corey raised the hairbrush, which he suddenly recognized as one of his sister's, and said, "Sorry, buddy." He brought the brush back down hard on Jerry's lower left cheek. The brush went up and down, up and down, and the "Crackk!" of wooden brush meeting bare backside was heard, about once every other second.

Corey moved the swats back and forth from cheek (Crackk!) to cheek (Crackk!), and tried to spread them around well, from top (Crackk!) to bottom (Crackk!), and from side (Crackk!) to side (Crackk!). He was trying to spread the damage around as much as possible, to avoid leaving marks on Jerry's backside. This was an unofficial spanking, after all. It wouldn't do to have unexplained marks there if Mom or Dad ever bared Jerry's bottom for an official spanking.

Plus Corey hoped that spreading out the redness would be more likely to make Jerry cry. He was trying to win this game, after all. Corey suspected that he was gonna end up over Jerry's lap in a few minutes, and Jerry would definitely not be afraid to make Corey cry!

At last the pain seemed to be getting through to Jerry. His legs and arms were trying to move, and the girls had to hold on tight to keep him still. Jerry's bottom was beginning to writhe on Corey's lap, and his stiff member was rubbing between Corey's legs. Finally an occasional soft grunt was escaping Jerry's mouth after the brush hit a particularly red area of his bottom. Time to win this thing!

Corey had been faithfully following a rhythm for the past minute or so - Jerry didn't know where the next swat would fall, but he knew about when it would come. Suddenly that all changed and Corey brought the brush down with maximum force on the same tender looking spot four straight Craacckks! in a row as fast as he could move the brush.

"Aaahhhoww!" yelped Jerry, as the stoic boy's resolution finally cracked.

"The tears are flowing!" said Patty, grinning from ear to ear as she stared into Jerry's face.

"Great Corey!" said Becky. "You made him cry. Now make him bawl!"

What the hell, thought Corey, and he continued the intensified barrage on his friends posterior, concentrating on two or three of the sorest looking spots. Soon Jerry's shoulders were shaking, and wet sobs could be heard, and then he was yelping loudly with every fresh swat of the brush.

Ashamed at having broken his friend's will, Corey slowed the spanking down, and darted pleading looks at his little sister between swats. Eventually Becky said, "You can stop now, Corey."

Becky took the brush back from Corey, and the girls released Jerry's limbs. Jerry showed no interest in getting up, but just lay across his friend's lap, sobbing wetly, his body shaking with the emotion of his anguish and shame. Corey rubbed Jerry's back comfortingly with his left hand, and tenderly massaged his bright red buttocks with his right hand.

The girls watch quietly as Jerry cried himself out. After a minute or two, the shaking stopped and the sobs slowed down, eventually turning into sniffling. Corey continued rubbing his friend's back and wounded butt.

At last Becky said, "Jerry, can you stand up?"

"Yeah," said Jerry, between sniffles. Corey helped his friend off his lap, and stood up himself.

"Take him to his bed," ordered Becky. Corey and Patty helped Jerry limp over to his bed, where he lay face down. "Jerry, we'll give you at least a half hour until your second spanking, which we will give you ourselves. Meanwhile you can lay there, but I want you to keep your face turned this way, so you can watch us spank Corey. Okay?"

"Okay," said Jerry. He settled down, hardly sniffling anymore, facing the room so he could see whatever happened there.

A couple of minutes later, Corey found himself draped over Sue's lap. He had to reach back and arrange his cock to hang down between her knees, so it wouldn't get squashed between her legs and his body. Sue wielding Becky's hairbrush was nothing, on a swat-to-swat basis, compared to Mom or Miss Bertha. But the effect was cumulative, as Jerry had just found out. Plus Corey didn't think that Sue was gonna stop spanking until she had made Corey bawl. He was right.

Some minutes later Corey was sobbing and shaking, his red face a mask of pain as he yelped and howled at each new swat to his incredibly sore bottom. He looked up and saw Jerry looking at him from his bed, a thin smile on his own red face. Corey then looked into the eyes of his little sister, who was holding his hands, and began pleading with her to make Sue stop spanking him. Jerry hadn't begged for mercy, but Corey found he couldn't help himself.

After another dozen or so swats, Becky told Sue to stop. Then Sue took a cue from Corey's own actions with Jerry. She rubbed Corey's back with her left hand and gently massaged his unbelievably sore backside with her right hand. Corey was gratified to find that the rubbing and massaging did help comfort him as he cried himself out.

A little while later Becky and Sue helped Corey back to his bed, where he lay face down. He was too sore and tired to even be embarassed by the boner he was sporting when he got off of Sue's lap.

The girls left the room, taking the saucers with them, and returned about thirty or so minutes later. Corey watched from his bed as they chided widdle Jerry for being such a naughty boy. Then each girl gave Jerry six swats of the hairbrush on each of his bottom cheeks as he lay there in bed. All three girls were standing, and swinging the brush as hard as they could and Jerry's bottom was still quite tender from his first spanking. So it wasn't too surprising that he was yelping by the time Sue finished the first dozen, howling by the time Patty finished the second dozen, and sobbing brokenly by the time Becky finished him off with the third dozen swats.

Then Becky announced that it was over - the boys could rest until dinner time. All three girls reaffirmed their promise to leave the boys alone for the rest of the summer, and to never tell anybody what happened there that day. The girls then took the hairbrush and went back downstairs.

After they left, Corey rose from his bed and crossed the room. He sat on the edge of Jerry's bed and wordlessly began rubbing the back and gently massaging the fire engine red bottom of his sobbing friend.