Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2000 22:17:34 -0600
From: Richard Phelps <dickie.6845@worldnet.att.net>
Subject: Nasty Games- Billy gets sent to the Principal

Copyright: This is my story! So there!

Disclaimer: I DIDN'T DO IT! I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO IT!

Real Disclaimer: This is a short story based in fiction. If you can't tell
the difference between fact and fiction please don't read any further. If
you get any ideas about molesting a kid by reading this story then please
stop reading now. If you are underage and not allowed to read such stories
as this one then leave, you don't need this. If you are a closet pedo and
find the only release you can get is by reading things like this, then by
all means please read, it's better then actually molesting someone.


Nasty Games

Billy gets sent to the Principal

By: Dickie

For the rest of the summer, little seven-year old Billy spent his days at
the town's park and pool. On Saturday nights he would spend the night at
Dennis' house, so Aunt Mable could go and visit her friends on that
evening. Mrs. Lavery, Dennis' mother, was more than happy to give Mable
Grump the break. The Saturday evenings were almost always the same. Billy
and Dennis would take their baths together and when Todd, Dennis' older
brother, would go into the bathroom for his shower the two boys would play
their little sex game. Dennis never knew that Todd had always been
watching, but Billy did. After Dennis would fall asleep, Todd would bring
Billy into his bedroom for some big kids' games. At first Billy would give
Todd a blowjob and Todd would finger the boy's butt with an occasional
spank. But as Todd became bolder and bolder, the big kids' games changed
and Billy was soon taking Todd's fifteen-year old cock up his young
butt. When they had first started butt fucking, Billy would cry and beg
Todd to stop, Todd was very uninformed in the art of butt fucking. But
after a couple of weekends Todd became more gentle and Billy was able to
take the big dick up his young bottom and he even began to look forward for
it.

But too soon it was time to go back to school and all the free time that
Billy once had was now gone again. He was a very good student and a
well-behaved little boy; there was almost never a reason to correct the boy
for misbehaviors. For almost the entire school year Billy stayed out of
trouble at school. Dennis was not as lucky; he had felt that he was so good
at cheating on tests and homework that he did it quiet often. In fact his
teacher felt he was so good at cheating, she was constantly sending the boy
to the Principal's office for a solid pat on the back, the lower back with
a paddle.

Principal Jenkins was a man in his fifties, his gray hair had thinned to
the point of almost nonexistence his gut had grown and hung over his
waistline. The man was a friendly sort, liked by all the adults and most of
the children; at least he was liked by the children that hadn't seen his
mean side. He was a two hundred and forty-pound pedophile-bear that enjoyed
hard sex with innocent children. His favorite turn on was spanking he loved
the power rush he got from spanking a boy over his knee. In the thirty-five
years that he had been a teacher and Principal, not one year went by for
him without at least one boy sexually serving him. Whoever he saw that he
wanted he usually got.

Principal Jenkins' summer long desire for getting Billy alone and started
on satisfying his sexual urges, was replaced by Dennis' constant
incompetence in the fine art of mischief. He had always given the little
third grader a choice of punishments; he could either get paddled in which
case Mr. Jenkins would call his mother and he would be spanked again when
he got home. Or the little boy would let the Principal hand spank him on
his bare butt and then the Principal would not tell his mother. Dennis
would always take the bare butt spanking; there was something odd about
having his bottom exposed to this man, something naughty but it was
something he liked.

After a while Jenkins could not always wait for the boy to get into
trouble, he would walk out to the playground, during recess, and tell
Dennis to meet him after school in his office. When Dennis would go to his
office after school, he knew that he would be getting a spanking only that
this spanking would not hurt as much as the ones he received for being
bad. Little Dennis felt that if he did what the Principal wanted then the
man would not tell his mother how bad he was at school. By the beginning of
December Jenkins had gone as far as finger fucking the boy and Dennis never
once complained. He would just lay across the man's lap with his freshly
spanked bottom throbbing and the funny feeling that finger gave him as it
moved in and out of his bottom. It was the way Jenkins fingered him, it
made him feel all dreamy; like the times when him and Billy would hump each
other. By March Jenkins had Dennis bent over his desk, kneeling on a chair
with his freshly spanked bottom exposed, humping the boy. He knew the kid's
mother was a nurse, so he put off fucking the boy. But by April during a
butt hump session, Jenkins smeared some K-Y onto the tip of his cock and
when the moment of his climax arrived he shoved the crown his cock into the
boy's rear. After a few more of these hump sessions the pain had subsided
for Dennis, but Jenkins still only pushed the crown inside the boy he was
still too much of a virgin for a full slamming butt fuck. The boy enjoyed
the closeness of being with a man; Jenkins was after all the only man in
Dennis' life.

But the best part of April was Billy's birthday. His second grade class
gave him, like with all the children's birthdays, a small party. A couple
of his friends had cornered Billy on the far side of the playground, during
recess and gave him his birthday spankings, while they held him down. He
had one boy sitting on his back while another was holding his legs to the
ground. Then they all took turns smacking his jean covered rear; some of
the older boys from the higher grades came over and helped. This entire
ruckus drew the attention of Principal Jenkins; he walked quickly to where
all the commotion was, he thought that there was a fight going on. After he
pulled the boys off of him, Billy stood up his face was red with laughter
and he was rubbing his butt. All of the other boys were laughing but they
quickly told the Principal what was going on, that it was Billy's birthday
and they were only having some fun.

"Will you look at that mess!" Principal Jenkins barked, referring to the
dirt on Billy.

Billy looked down at himself and quickly began to dust himself off.

Principal Jenkins over dramatizing waved his hands. "Too late young man!
Being dirty and fighting on the playground is punishable."

Billy stopped and looked up, with his mouth hanging open, at what he
thought was an upset grownup.

"You will report to my office today after school for a spanking!" Jenkins
barked.

In complete shock over his sentence, not knowing that the Principal was
only playing with him, Billy quickly defended himself. "It's not my fault!"
Then pointing to all of the boys that were standing around him. "They did
it to me!"

"I don't want to hear excuses young man! You will be in my office after
school and I will give you." Principal Jenkins leaned over to Todd, who had
also come over to join in on the spankings, and asked. "How old is he now
any way?" In a quiet tone.

Todd's face lit up and a grin formed for one ear to the other. "He just
turned eight." All of the older boys started 'ooo.and aahhh.ing'. Some of
the younger ones started to out right laugh.

Jenkins cleared his throat and again in an authoritative voice
announce. "You will receive eight swats for being a dirty little boy."

Billy looked around at all of the other boys who were laughing at
him. "Hey! That's not fair!" He shouted at the boys.

Jenkins ruffed up the birthday boy's hair and laughed. "See ya later little
buddy." With that said the man walked away with a smile on his face for he
finally found a way to pull Billy's pants down and get a grip on those cute
little bums.

"Aw.man!" Billy pouted as he kicked the dirt. "Ain't fair getting a
spanking by the Principal on your birthday!"

Todd came up behind Billy and picked the boy up and set him on his
shoulders and the group of boys started walking back to the
schoolhouse. "Don't sweat it Billy. They're only going to be birthday
spankings. It's not like they're going to hurt."

"Much!" Shouted Dennis, and everybody began to laugh again at Billy's
disposition.

One of the seventeen-year old seniors walked up beside Todd and patted
Billy's rear. "Yeah! Don't worry kid. It's not like Principal Jenkins is
pissed off at you. He's just having some fun." He let his hand stay there
for a moment to feel the boy's ass.

Hank Myers, one of the fattest teenagers in the school, then spoke
up. "Yeah! When he's mad he'll use that big paddle in his office and that
thing really hurts!"

"Oh yeah! Like you should talk!" Todd snapped at Hank. "He only gave you
one swat, he gave me three!"

Dennis looked up at his older brother, while Billy shifted to look down at
Todd. "When did you get sent to the Principal's office?" Asked Dennis.

All of the teenagers who knew of this tale started to snicker; then Todd
began his story. "Two weeks ago, me and Hank, were in the john
smoking. Then the old witch barges right into the boys room and catches
us."

"Who's 'the old witch'?" Asked Billy.

Hank spoke up. "Oh, that's Mrs. Edwards Principal Jenkins secretary." All
of the other boys nodded and agreed. "She's just an old witch." They all
said.

"Well any ways." Todd continued. "Hank and I were sent to the Principal's
office and he was going to give us some swats with the big paddle. So he
has me bend over his desk and man did those swats hurt! I mean I thought my
eyes flew out of my head. When he hit my ass, all I could see were stars!"

All the guys started laughing, including Billy.

"Well then it was Hank's turn. So he bends over with his fat ass sticking
out."

"Hey! Shut up!" Hank got defensive.

Smiling Todd continued. "And Principal Jenkins takes aim and hits him so
hard I thought he broke the paddle." Todd started laughing harder as did
all the other boys. "Any ways, as soon as he brings the paddle up for a
second swat.Hank shoots out the biggest, loudest smelliest fart of all
time!"

Everybody busted out laughing and pointing at Hank, who was blushing. "It
wasn't that bad!"

Todd was trying to continue the story between laughs. "I mean the walls
shook!"

More laughter.

"And then.Principal Jenkins started to laugh real hard."

All of the boys had lost all control by now.

"Any ways, every time he raised the paddle, Jenkins would start laughing
and he would drop the paddle back down again. Finally he went out into the
hallway and I could still hear him laughing real hard."

"So what happened!" Billy asked between laughs.

When Todd had calmed down enough he answered Billy. "He told us to get out
of there. When I went out into the hallway, he was sitting on the floor
with his back to the wall, his face was beat red and I swear he laughed so
hard he had tears running down his cheeks. He told us to get out. Then he
took one look at Hank and busted up again."

The group of hysterical boys had reached the schoolhouse by the time the
bell rang. All of the younger boys ran off to class, while it was un-cool
to run to class, the teenagers still walked. Todd placed Billy onto the
ground, but before Billy could run for class one of the seniors smacked
Billy's rear hard. With a yelp Billy took off running to catch his friends.

"My fart wasn't that bad!" Hank protested.

"Man! He had to repaint his office!" Todd joked. This brought a new round
of laughter and teasing from all.

"He did not!"

That afternoon as school was letting out, little Billy was sitting out in
the hallway in front of Principal Jenkins' office. Dennis came up and sat
down next to him.

"You think they'll hurt much?" Queried Billy.

"If he uses a paddle they will." Dennis advised his friend, then in a low
voice he said. "If he gives you a choice of a paddle or to spank you with
your pants down, take the pants down." He quickly looked around to see if
anybody else was listening. "They only sting a little, compared to the
paddle."

Billy remembered what Terry had warned him about in regards to Principal
Jenkins. Terry had told him that Jenkins liked to spank boys on the bare
butt and that it was Principal Jenkins who had taught him about drinking a
guy's special milk.

Billy leaned in close to Dennis to whisper. "Do you think he'll do
something nasty like Terry says he used to do to him?"

The little third grader had sworn never to tell anybody about the things
that he did with the Principal, so he just shrugged his small
shoulders. About then Dennis' older brother came around the corner with
some of his friends, he stopped when he saw Dennis sitting outside the
Principal's office.

"Are you in trouble again?" Todd barked.

"No!" Dennis snapped back. "Billy has to get his birthday spankings
remember!" Dennis sat back into his chair with his small arms folded. "And
I'm going to wait for him!"

"No you're not!" Todd ordered. "You got chores waiting for you at home! Now
go home or I'm telling Mom that you've been getting into trouble all year!"

Dennis hopped up out of the chair. "Okay!" He pouted as he stomped towards
the door. "Bye Billy." Dennis said as he waved to his friend, then they all
left.

It was Friday and it seemed that everybody was in a hurry to get out of the
building for the weekend. The town school was a small country school with a
student body count of about 300 students from grades 1 through 12. Billy
sat there for a few more minutes and in that time he saw all the students
leave as well as the teachers leaving for the weekend. Mrs. Edwards came
out of her office and smiled at Billy. "Principal Jenkins is off the phone
now, you can go in and see him." Then she took her leave as well.

Billy got up and walked over to the closed door of the Principal's office,
he slowly opened the door to peek his head inside the office. Jenkins was
sitting behind his desk doing some weeks end paperwork. He had heard the
door open, he looked up and saw little Billy peeking around the corner. He
smiled at the boy. "Billy! Come on in and let's have a look at you." The
man waved the boy to his side.

Billy smiled to the friendly welcome, he walked into the office and around
to the back of the desk, where Principal Jenkins was sitting. "Hi."

Jenkins wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and pulled him onto his
lap, he centered the boy's full rump onto his groin. "How was your day,
birthday boy?"

Billy shrugged his small shoulders. "It was okay." He twisted a bit to look
into the man's face while he placed a hand onto his own bottom. "But I got
a lot of birthday spankings today!" The boy said with a smile.

Jenkins laughed a little with the boy. "What time are you suppose to be
home?" Jenkins asked as he let his hand come to rest onto the boy's groin
trying to feel for the kid's little pricklet.

Billy didn't notice anything wrong with the man's hand resting on his
lap. "Aunt Mable says I have to be home by dinner time, or I'll get a
spanking." The little boy leaned back into the man's chest. "A real one!"

"Well do you mind making my rounds with me? I need to make sure every
bodies gone and the building's locked up." Jenkins asked as he stood up,
placing Billy onto his feet. The truth was he wanted to be sure that they
were alone.

Billy looked up at the man with smile. "Sure!" As the boy turned to walk
around the desk he noticed there on the wall hung three paddles. There was
a little pink ping-pong paddle, the next was a medium sized paddle with a
long handle and the last was a big cricket mallet. "Wow! Who do you hit
with that big paddle?" Billy asked while pointing at the mallet.

"Birthday boys." Jenkins answered jokingly.

Billy's mouth dropped open in shock, he quickly placed both hands over his
jean-covered butt. "What?"

Jenkins laughed as he walked out of his office. As the two made their way
upstairs Jenkins told Billy the truth about the paddles. The big one is for
the highschool students, the medium one is for the middle school kids and
the small pink one is for all the elementary children. That none of them
were for birthday boys. They walked into each classroom and closed any open
windows and locked the classroom door. As they did this they talked about
school and how proud Jenkins was that Billy was top student in his
class. Jenkins also told Billy how impressed he was that Billy stayed out
of trouble. Billy blushed a bit and told the Principal that Terry had
warned him that spankings at the school were harder on orphans then the
other students. When they had finished the chore of locking up they went
back into Jenkins' office.

Jenkins sat back into his chair and pulled Billy to stand between his legs,
he turned the boy to face away from him then he slowly ran his hands along
the waistband to his jeans.

This gave Billy a chill as the adult's hands massaged his young
hips. Although Terry had warned Billy to stay away from Principal Jenkins,
that warning seemed to have disappeared for the moment. The boy was having
a good time with the man and he seemed friendly, after all the boy was
there for a birthday spanking that's all.

Jenkins slid his hands to the front of the boy's tight fitting jeans and
let his fingers rest on the snaps. Then very casually he asked. "Oh, I was
just wondering, did you liked drinking Terry's 'Boy Milk'?"

Billy spun around in shock. "How did you know?" His little heart began to
beat quickly and his head began to spin. "That supposed to be a secret!"
How did this man know that? Billy had only told Dennis about that and he
knew that Dennis would never tell.

Jenkins sat back in his chair and smiled at the boy. "Well, Terry told me
all about it." The man smiled at the fear in the boy's eyes. "I guess Terry
wasn't very good at keeping your secrets. Was he?"

Billy hung his head down in shame. "No Sir!" He pouted. Terry had warned
the little boy that if an adult or the other kids at school found out they
would all tease and make fun of him. But why did Terry tell the Principal
about it?

Jenkins sat forward and pulled the boy to stand between his legs facing
him, he placed a hand onto each of the boy's butt cheeks and held the
boy. "Now then, Terry told me that you like to drink it. Is that true?"

Too scared to speak Billy just nodded his head while looking down at his
feet.

Jenkins smiled. Putting a finger under the boy's chin, he raised the child
to look into his eyes. "What's the matter?"

Choking back a lump that had started to grow in his throat, Billy
confessed. "Terry said that I would get into trouble if anybody found out
about our secret." He said silently, almost in a whisper. "Are you mad at
me?"

Jenkins began to pour on the charm and gave the boy a big smile. "Why would
I be mad at you?" He leaned in closer to Billy and whispered to the boy. "I
like it too."

Billy's eyes widened with surprise. "You do?"

Jenkins nodded his head. "Yep!" With his hand still on Billy's rump, he
began to squeeze and rubbed those firm globes. "I just love it when a
little boy drinks my milk Terry used to drink mine all the time." Jenkins
was hoping to open the kid up by letting Billy know that his best friend
took care of him.


With some of his fear lifting Billy decided to tell the man something that
he knew about him. "Terry said you liked to spank little boy with their
pants down." Then he cocked his little head. "How come?"

Jenkins smiled as the boy began to loosen up. "Why not? After all wouldn't
you like to spank a little boy's naked butt?" Jenkins asked as he squeezed
Billy's butt cheek some more to drive home his point.

Billy blushed "Yeah." Billy had been thinking about doing that with some of
the kindergarten kids, they had such pretty butts. He leaned into the man's
chest and relaxed to what Mr. Jenkins hands were doing to his butt.

"You see, it's normal. Little boys take care of older boys and sometimes
grownups too. You took care of Terry by drinking his milk and letting him
do stuff to you, like spanking you and sticking his dick inside of your
butt. Right?"

Billy was getting a little upset by all the secrets that Terry had told the
Principal, now he found out that Mr. Jenkins knew all of their nasty
games. But instead of saying anything he just pressed himself closer to the
man's chest and answered. "Yeah."

"And Terry took care of you. Didn't he? He put you to bed on time and
played with you and nobody picked on you either. Did they?"

"No."

Jenkins hugged the boy tight to his chest, he had the boy opening up, now
it was time to make the boy feel sorry for him. "You know, since Terry left
I don't have anybody to take care of me." His words were chosen carefully
to hit Billy's conscience, the kid was an orphan and all alone he could
understand not having anybody to take care of him.

Billy shifted a little so he could lower a hand down to the man's groin,
lightly he traced finger along the zipper of the man's cotton slacks. He
could barely feel the organ underneath, he looked up at the man's face and
could see his pleading eyes. "I can take care of you.If you want?"

Jenkins could no longer contain his smile he had the kid. "You would drink
my milk for me?"

Billy looked back down at the man's closed slacks and began to try a grip
the organ inside. He shrugged his small shoulders. "Sure."

"And we won't tell anybody.Right?"

Billy looked up at the man with all the seriousness a small eight-year old
boy could muster. "I can keep a secret!" Then looking back down again at
the man's groin. "Not like dumb old Terry!" He pouted. Then an idea came to
the little boy, to make them even more friends, he looked back up at
Mr. Jenkins and with a smile he said. "You can even give me my birthday
spanking with my pants down too."

Jenkins was esthetic, here he had an eight-year old boy who was eager to
please. "Well then take off those britches and let's get started."

Billy backed away from the man and removed his shoes and pulled his tight
fitting jeans and underwear off. There the boy stood, with just his tee
shirt clinging tightly around his upper body and naked the rest of the way
down. As Jenkins reached out to pull Billy to him, Billy moved aside and
reached for the zipper on the man's slacks. With a little effort the boy
had the man's seven-inched cock out in the open in all it's glory. Billy
looked in awe at the monstrosity, it was bigger than Todd's, the crown was
huge with that clear stuff resting on top of it. The half-naked boy lowered
his lips to the crown and sealed them in a kiss as his small tongue lapped
the sweat clear fluid.

Jenkins sat back in his chair with his hands resting on top of Billy's
head.

After finishing his kiss to Mr. Jenkins' crown, Billy stood up straight and
pulled himself over the man's lap there he hung his head down and submitted
himself to the man.

Jenkins looked down at the child he slid the boy's tee shirt up to his
shoulder blades baring the rest of his back for him. Lightly he traced his
fingers along Billy's back down his spine to where the child tender cheeks
parted. Opening his palm he brought his hand down further to cup the small
bum within his hand, lightly he kneaded the skin. His thumb moved into the
crevasse of the child's bottom, deeper he searched until his thumb found
the anus of the boy.

Billy was shaking from the chills that ran down his small body, never had a
man ever touched him like this. Terry and Todd were not as experienced in
caressing as Mr. Jenkins, the talented fingers of the man was leading the
child into state of complete trust for no one who wanted to hurt you would
be so gentle.

The hand left Billy's backside for a moment.then.

Smack.

A light spank struck Billy, it was not meant to hurt the boy. Jenkins knew
that seducing a boy took time, that this little birthday spanking would
help the boy to become more comfortable with him.

Smack.

Again there was a light spank to Billy's rear. The boy jerked only a little
but settled back down for the rest. After both spanks Jenkins would take
his time and run his hand along the silky skin of the boy's baby sized
cheeks.

Smack.

The light spank landed square in the middle of both cheeks causing Billy to
jerk a little to his left, pressing his small body up against the man's
exposed cock. The man's organ, hot with the flow of blood pressed against
Billy's side.

Smack.

This time the spank landed on Billy right cheek. Most of the children today
that had given Billy his birthday spanking did it fast and hard. But
Mr. Jenkins was spanking the boy slowly, drawing out the ritual. Not for
Billy's comfort but for his own enjoyment, Mr. Jenkins loved the feel of a
child's untouched skin that covered his bottom.

Smack.

Jenkins could see as Billy's creamy white skin turned to pink from the
attention that it was receiving. Billy could begin to feel his bottom warm
up from the play spankings there was a small tingling feeling that seemed
to surround his butt cheeks.

Smack.

After this last spank Jenkins inserted a finger in between the child cheeks
and moved it along the crack until he found the anus again. The cheeks
clamped down onto the man's finger, but soon let up and relaxed again. The
man moved his finger onto the orifice and moved it in a circular motion,
until he noticed the anus begin to pulsate as if to reach out and grab his
finger. He withdrew his finger and raised his hand again.

Smack.

During all this time Billy had been moving his hips, humping the man's leg
causing his own small dick to harden. Then on the last spank.

SMACK!

Billy's head shot straight up and arched his back, his hands flew back to
his rear and he jumped off of the man's lap. Jumping up and down while
holing onto both cheeks he danced around chanting. "Owie, owie, owie!"

Jenkins sat back in his chair to watch the spanking dance laughing.

Finally the dance ended with Billy looking at the man confused. "Why did
that last one have to hurt so much?"

Jenkins sat forward and pulled the boy to him. "The last one hurts, so you
will remember to be a good boy for another year." He wrapped his arms
around the boy and hugged him his hand came to rest onto the child's
rear. Billy brought his small arms around the man's neck and returned his
embrace.

After a while, without a word spoken from either of them, Billy broke their
hug and lowered himself down to the man's cock. Billy took the man's cock
into his tiny hands and looked straight down onto the crown. Once again
Billy gave the crown a big kiss while licking all the pre-cum that rested
on top of it.

Jenkins sat back in his chair, from where he was all he could see was the
top of Billy's head, he ran his fingers through the child's hair and
caressed the boy's face as he was serviced by this willing child.

Billy broke the kiss and moved his small tongue along the underside of the
crown, he moved down the shaft with just his tongue touching it as he
licked. The heat from the cock and the smell was intoxicating to the boy,
he moved to the backside of the organ and there he continued to lick. Billy
closed his eyes and made love to the organ in the darkness, he rubbed the
hard skin of the organ against the soft skin of his face. He pressed the
crown against his closed eyes and moved it under his nose to smell
Mr. Jenkins man smell. The small boy opened his mouth as wide as he could
and with his eyes still closed, in the darkness the man's organ entered his
mouth. Billy bobbed his head, trying to push more of the organ inside of
him, but this was the biggest thing he had ever sucked on. Standing on his
knees, in between Mr. Jenkins legs, sucking on his organ trying to drink
his 'Man's Milk'; his little bottom still tingling from his birthday
spanking Billy's feelings were confused beyond any words he knew. All the
small boy was sure of was that now, half-naked servicing a man with a sore
butt he felt that he belonged.

Jenkins body began to shudder as his orgasm reached its peak and flooded
the boy's mouth. The man held the boy's head in place, until the spasms had
past, then he released Billy's head. He looked down at the boy as Billy
removed the organ from his mouth and looked up at the man.

"Did I do good?" Billy asked in a very high pitched voice that was almost a
whisper.

Jenkins lifted the boy and hugged him tight. "You did great, little buddy!"

Billy returned the hug and held onto the man for sometime. After a while
they broke their hug and dressed Billy so he could go home. But before
Billy had left, the child kissed the man onto the cheek and thanked him for
being his friend. After Billy had gone Jenkins sat in his office and looked
out the window. For countless years and for countless conquests Jenkins
could look back at, he never had a boy he felt a certain kinship with, a
friendship. All of the others, including Dennis, were his boy toys to use
and abuse, but there was something about Billy Jenkins liked and it made
him feel at ease thinking about the boy.


It was in the month of May, when the afternoons were hot, that good little
Billy fell off the 'Good Little Boy' bandwagon. It was little Lacey Thomson
that caused the whole thing. She did the most unforgivable thing a yucky
girl could have done; she stuck her nose into guy things.

It was during lunch recess at the school when Billy, Dennis and Marky
Smith, another one of Billy's friends; were off by themselves making mud
pies. They weren't bothering anybody when 'SHE' came over with her giggling
girl friends and began to pester the boys. Then she did it! Lacey actually
bent down and kissed Billy right on the cheek!

ON THE CHEEK!

Right there!

In front of the guys!

There was no other recourse, THIS WAS WAR! Billy quickly rubbed the
cootie-invested kiss off of his cheek, with his mud-covered hand. Then he
quickly armed himself with two of his prize mud pies.

Like most sissy girls she didn't stand her ground like a boy would have. No
she started screaming and took off running. She ran straight to the
schoolhouse with Billy close behind, just out of firing range.

When he was almost in range he let one fly.it missed her head barely, but
that was okay he still had one more shot. Boy was he gonna teach her a
lesson! Dennis and Marky armed themselves as well and followed Billy; they
would be his reinforcements if he should need them.

Lacey had made it to the front door of the schoolhouse, but she had to
waste time and pull the door open. This gave Billy the advantage; he
stopped at the base of the steps that led up to the front doors. He took
aim and threw the pie for all he was worth and the pie flew true straight
for her pretty blond hair.

As Lacey was pulling the door, someone else was coming out and the door
flew open, Lacey fell back and the mud pie missed its original target.

Mrs. Edwards, the Principal's secretary and the 'Boys Choir' instructor,
was coming out the door. The mud pie hit the elderly lady, know as 'the
witch' to all the boys in town, right on her white sweater square center of
where her breasts used to be. The ballistic flew with such force that some
of the mud splattered her in the face.

Billy had only blinked once since he fired his folly of mud, in that time
he went from being on target with the enemy to accidentally hitting one of
the schoolyard superpowers.

Dennis and Marky skidded to a stop and quickly ducked behind a wall out of
the new line of fire. They both knew that Billy was now lost to them, all
they could hope for now was not to be seen by the witch and taken prisoner.

As Mrs. Edwards screeched in shock and looked down at her mud-covered
sweater, Billy stood frozen in place with his mouth hanging wide open he
had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.

Little Lacey stood back up, she knew exactly what to do, immediately
pointing at Billy. "He did it!" She shouted.

This accusation snapped Billy out of his frozen state and he returned
fire. "She started it!"

Still too angry to say anything coherent the old witch stomped down the
steps and grabbed Billy by the ear and pulled the little boy back up the
steps.

"Owie, owie, owie!" Billy chanted as he felt the old crown's fingers dig
into his ear. He was almost prancing up and down trying to take some of the
stinging pressure off of his lob.

Lacey, being the lady that she thought she was, graciously opened the door
and stepped aside of Mrs. Edwards. As the elderly lady stormed passed
Lacey, with the little demon-seed in tow, the little girl twister her hips
and stuck her tongue out at Billy.

Billy had just barely saw this, as he was trying his best to keep his ear
from being torn off, immediately returned the gesture in kind.

Lacey watched as the boy was pulled down the hallway to the Principal's
office, she then smiled to herself and closed the door. But before the
little she-bitch could strut back down the steps, she was hit with a folly
of four mud pies covering her from head to knee with fresh mud.

No sooner had Mrs. Edwards gotten halfway down the hallway when she was
stopped by the most bloodcurdling scream she had ever heard. She swung
around with Billy in tow and saw as pretty little Lacey came running inside
covered in mud crying. Mrs. Edwards let go of Billy and went to the crying
girl, she then gave some comforting words to the helpless little girl.

Billy stood in the middle of the hallway, rubbing his sore ear; a sly grin
formed on his face for he knew that it had to have been Dennis and Marky
that got Lacey for him.

Although Mrs. Edwards kept asking Lacey who had done this to her, the
little girl had to confess that she didn't see who had done it. Frustrated
beyond words the lady took hold of Lacey and pulled her along side of
her. As she walked up to Billy, she took hold of his ear once more and
continued their journey to the Principal's office.

"Owie! Owie! Ow!" Little Billy cried out once more as his death march
continued.

Jacob Jenkins was sitting in his office, drinking a hot cup of coffee,
reading the sports page. For him this was usually the only time of day he
would have some peace and quiet. There were no teachers to come and
complain about whatever there was for that moment to complain about. The
witch.er.Mrs. Edwards was supposed to be out for lunch too and all the
children would be outside playing. Yes, this was the time of day he really
enjoyed, the time when the whole world could actually live without him
playing referee.

But even he knew that a good thing never lasts for now he could hear the
crying and yelling as Mrs. Edwards was approaching his door, he took one
last drink of his hot coffee as the door flew open. There standing in front
of him was a sight to behold, an elderly lady with mud on the breast of her
sweater, a little girl covered with mud dripping from her head down to her
knees. And a little boy, with almost no mud on him, trying to keep his ear
from being pulled off. It did not take a genius to guess at what had
happened, it was pretty obvious.

"Will you look at what this rascal has done!" Mrs. Edward shouted while
jerking little Billy by his tender ear. "Not to mention what his hooligan
friends did to poor little Lacey!" Still shouting only now pulling on the
mud covered girl.

Needing to defend himself, Billy stated the obvious, while pointing at
Lacey he shouted. "She started it!"

"I want my mommy!" Little Lacey bawled, her arms extended away from her
body dripping mud on the floor.

Mrs. Edwards jerked on the little boy's ear. "I don't care if she started
anything! What were you thinking throwing mud at me!" She scolded Billy.

Grabbing the old witch's hand to hold himself steady and to save his ear
from being ripped off of his head, Billy defended himself with his only
weapon he had.logic. "You got in the way!" He shouted.

"I want my mommy!" Lacey continued to bawl, looking for someone to pity
her.

Jenkins went back to reading his sports page as the trio continued to shout
at each other. But before he could finish the scores from last night's
games, he was brought back to the turmoil that stood before him.

"Well?" Mrs. Edwards demanded. "What are we going to do about this?"

Jenkins closed the sports page, seeing as no one was going to let the man
read in peace and looked back up at the muddy secretary and her company of
players. "The first thing WE are going to do is, to let go of Billy's ear."

Mrs. Edwards reluctantly let the boy's ear go, allowing Billy to now stand
on his heels once again and to rub the soreness from his ear.

Jenkins then sat forward in his chair to lean onto his desk with his hands
now cuffed together. "Second, you may have an extended lunch so you may
take little Lacey home so her mommy may clean her up. I can't send her back
to class like that. Then you may clean yourself up as well." He said this
in the most mocking tone that he could muster, but apparently Mrs. Edwards
didn't take notice.

"And what about him?" She demanded while pointing a shriveled old finger at
Billy.

Billy was standing now off to one side of the room with his back to a wall,
still rubbing his ear. He looked at the witch and then back at Mr. Jenkins.

Jenkins was the school Principal and Mrs. Edwards did work for him, the
last thing this man liked was to be drilled by an underling in front of his
pupils. He stood up from behind his desk and then bent over to move his
face closer to the old witch. Mrs. Edwards took a step back. "Would you
like me to take a picture of his butt when I'm finished with it! Would that
make us all happy?" He almost shouted as he looked back and fourth from the
witch to the little mud princes.

Mrs. Edwards backed down, Billy felt a chill run down his back and little
Lacey even fell silent. "Well I've never!" Mrs. Edwards calmly stated. She
then reached down to take Lacey's hand to lead her out of the office. "Come
along dear. Let's get you cleaned up." With that both disheveled women
left.

Jenkins sat back down, then he looked back up at the innocent looking
boy. "Why did you have to hit Mrs. Edwards with mud!" The man whined.

"It's not my fault!" Billy pleaded. "Really! She got in the way!"

Jenkins shook his head in disbelief. "Billy just close the door and have a
seat." There was something about Billy's personality that Jenkins liked,
but the kid hit some body with mud and that meant a hard paddling was in
order.

Billy turned to close the office door, this gave Jenkins a great view of
the boy's rump. The boy was wearing denim pants with the elastic band in
the back to hold them up and he could see that Billy filled the seat out
quite well, the elastic band helped to ascent the lad's bottom. Up until
now Jenkins wasn't thinking about sex, but now he was remembering how good
Billy sucked his cock last month. The boy closed the door and returned to a
chair that was in front of Principal Jenkin's desk. There he
unceremoniously plopped himself down and sank into the soft cushion.

"Alright then Billy, what happened?" The Principal asked as he noticed for
the first time the smear of mud on the right cheek of the boy's face.

Billy threw his arms up into the air. "Lacey started it!" The little boy
raised his voice in anger.

Jenkins pointed his finger at the boy. "Billy! Don't raise your voice to
me. I like you little buddy and we share some nice secrets about each
other, but I am still the adult here and you don't yell at me!"

Billy sat back into the soft chair. "Sorry." He pouted, remembering that
this man was one of his special friends.

"Alright then, what did Lacey do?"

Billy lowered his head and mumbled something Jenkins couldn't understand.

"She what?"

"She kissed me!" Once more his hands flew into the air. "Okay! I got
kissed!" Then he flopped himself back down again. "By a girl." The small
boy mumbled. "Now I got cooties."

It was taking everything Jenkins had not to laugh, after all he was
supposed to be the upset adult here. The fact though that this small boy
was taking this kissing thing so seriously was something, in all his years
as a Principal he had never had a boy livid about the dreaded
cooties. "Where did she kiss you?" He asked trying to sound concerned.

"Over by the swings."

Jenkins smile grew, this boy was really cracking him up. "No! I mean, where
on you did she kiss you?"

"Oh!" Pointing to his right cheek, where the dried mud was at, he
explained. "Right here." Then he rubbed it again.

Jenkins just had to play along. "Well I see you put some mud on it. That
should help."

Billy raised his hand and rubbed again, this time he could feel the dry
mud. "How does mud help?"

"When you rub mud over cooties the mud will suck it right out, it cures
cooties. All you have to do now is to wash off the mud and all the cooties
will be gone." Jenkins joked.

Billy didn't understand it was a joke, he thought that he had just been
given the cure that all boys sought. "Really?"

"Yep."

Billy's mood changed as he remembered where he was and whom he was
with. "Am I going to get a spanking?"

Jenkins folded his hand across his large gut. "I haven't got much of a
choice Billy." He pointed back toward the closed door. "You hit the witc.I
mean you hit Mrs. Edwards with mud. If I don't spank you then she'll be
hell to work with." Jenkins pleaded.

Billy looked up at the wall where the paddles hung, not wanting his
spanking to hurt too much, he asked the man. "Could we do 'IT' without the
paddle?" While shifting in his seat he looked up to make eye contact with
the Principal. "You know.with my pants down?"

Although this would be something that Jenkins would normally enjoy doing,
time was short, lunch recess would be ending soon and for some
unexplainable reason the man didn't feel like spanking the kid. "Well now
Billy." He started.

Billy jumped in. "You can stick 'IT' in me if you want. You know back
there."

Jenkins chuckled to himself at Billy bartering skills, any other time the
man would have jump at the chance to pork a kid's ass, but his lust for a
hard fuck just wasn't there. "Now Billy you know how much I like to spank
little boys."

Billy's eyes rolled. "Yeah, I know."

"And you know there's nothing I would like more then sticking 'IT' in your
backside, but we just don't have the time."

Billy pouted. "I just don't want Aunt Mable to find out I got a spanking at
school! She'll spank me again when I get home."

"Well to tell you the truth little buddy, I'm pretty sure she's going to be
spanking you tonight whether I tell her or not."

Billy looked up confused.

"Mrs. Edwards and your Aunt Mable are pretty good friends and I'm pretty
sure that Mrs. Edwards will not waste any time in telling her what happened
here today."

Billy sank back into his chair defeated.

Jenkins stood up and walked over to where he kept the paddles and took down
the ping-pong paddle for Billy. He then walked over to Billy and stood the
boy up, he reached down and lifted Bill and laid him face down on top of
his desk.

Little Billy's heart was pounding in his chest as he laid on the cold desk
top.

SMACK!

"OWWEE!" Billy screamed. His hands flew back to guard his rear, but Jenkins
pinned them behind his back.

SMACK!

"OWWEE!" He screamed again as the small boy kicked his legs as if trying to
run away from his spanking.

SMACK!

"PPLLEEAASSEE!! I'M SORRYYY!" He cried out.

SMACK!

Billy cried some more from the pain of his spanking. Jenkins would usually
be enjoying this, spanking a boy hard. But he liked Billy and this was
hurting him as well.

SMACK!

Billy was bawling. His cries of pain were being heard not only in the
office but in the halls of the school. As well as by two little boys who
were sitting by an opened window outside the Principal's office. Dennis and
Marky were almost in tears as they listen to their little friend get the
spanking that they hid from.

SMACK!

With the last spank Jenkins put down the paddle and pulled Billy up and
hugged the boy. Just then the school bell rung and all the children came
running inside the building to go back to their classes. When Billy had
calmed down Jenkins said he was sorry and he really was, but he had to do
it. Billy nodded his head and kissed the man and said that he was sorry for
being bad. When the boy went back to class Jenkins made his phone call,
that was required when a child was paddled at school, to Mable Grump
Billy's guardian. He told her of what had happened at the school and that
Billy was paddled pretty hard for it too. It took sometime but he was able
to talk her out of spanking Billy again when he got home that night. But
Mable Grump was the one to drop a bombshell onto Jenkins. They found a new
home for Billy.



Author's Note: The next installment will be a re-write of an old story that
introduced the Peters family. 'A Hard Days Fishing' Will be re-written and
this time there will be some sex ( what was I think the first time). I
would like to thank you all for your input into this chapter.

Please send all flames and comments to: dickie.6845@worldnet.att.net