4. Caught red-handed!

The next evening, the young farmer’s son who went to swimming competitions came back to Saint Thomas More. As the three came to their room where they would spend the evening and the night, Ben seemed cheerful enough. He was proud to show them the gold medal he had won in the contest. A sponsor awarded the winners some equipment. Ben had got five pairs of swimming goggles and a set of swimwear: ten swimming trunks, in the maker’s brand new Glidor fibre, which was designed to let the water flow as much as possible on the material to improve performances. There were various designs on half of them. It had the other advantage to make it extra soft and as shiny as it could get.

"Hey! Why don't you try them on?"

Ben was most willing to abide. He went to change behind the screen in front of the sink, put there to ensure some kind of privacy to he who was standing there. Lewis loved the mirrors, though.

He came back and this material was incredible! It wrapped his crotch and his butt so closely… And the black pair he had picked was just perfect. Both viewers, made particularly eager by the previous nights’ events, drooled over the shapes of their roommate. He turned around a few times, and finding it funny, began to swirl faster and faster. He stopped, and lost his balance slightly, he went back up to his feet then fell on his bed, knocking his bag off the bedspread. The contents of the bag spilled out on the floor. Even though in a daze, Ben cried:

"No!"

"What's the matter?" Lewis asked.

He jumped on what was so valuable to the dizzy boy. On the carpet lied two other medals and two other sets of swimming trunks made out of this glossy Glidor fibre. Lewis was quick to realize.

"Man! You thief! The other team's awards!"

"Come on, Lewis, this was just a joke!"

"Like stealing is fun... You cheated, you'll have to pay!"

"What do you mean? You’re going to turn me in?"

"Not really. But what would you do to a guy if he stole your medals and your prizes? You wouldn't want to get even?"

"Well, I don’t know… I guess i's never happened to me before. You're not gonna tell on me, are you?" Ben asked in a worried tone.

Fred was overlooking the scene, noticing Lewis' smirk. The older boy had his sharp teeth showing, proving he had something at the back of his head. Something that could range from the mischievous and cute to the right down nasty…

"O.K., O.K.! If I got caught, maybe I'd deserve a good spanking, and maybe I'd no longer be allowed to compete in this league’s championship."

"I don't know about the swimming league, but we can take care of this first thing you're talking about, my boy."

5. Punished?

Lewis used some weird language sometimes. Ben thought he understood what was going on. The joyful grin on Fred’s face, who did not appear threatening even seemed to push him to yield into what Lewis was about to suggest slightly more explicitly.

"Indeed you deserve a good spanking. I think it'd settle the matter between us."

Ben had his usual defying sweet smile.

"What right do you have to discipline me, pray thee my dear Lewis?" he teased him.

"None. I’m going to have to let the concerned authorities know about what some people lacking of fair-play do to make fun of their opponents. They'll be real happy to learn about your pranks. I don't think they'll consider them pranks, by the way... I'd be quite sad to see you thus put down..."

"What! You’re blackmailing me!"

Even thought the talk could have sounded like it was heating up, Ben was expecting something fun to happen; Lewis wouldn't play the snitch, but he would go for some of his usual fooling around.

"That’s a nasty word, but I guess you could say that…"

Lewis sneered at the boy, like any villain in a gangster story would have done. But it was Fred who convinced the defiant roommate.

"I guess you should be glad to get off the hook with just a spanking…"

Something in the tone of the soft oriental looking boy told him he was sincere. It could be a code word for some weird activity: spanking… Did Ben mind Lewis fondling his buttocks? No, he did not, especially with Fred watching.

"OK, I’m ready for your spanking, whatever it is."

"You seem to be dressed properly for getting your punishment."

"Which punishment?"

"Your butt is to be spanked as many times as there are fingers on other people’s hands in the room. This makes it twenty for tonight."

It was genuine surprise that showed now on the guilty boy’s face.

"You’re really going to do that?"

"It’s up to you. Take it like a man or some letter could end at the swimming league’s headquarters..."

Ben decided to “take it like a man.” But things had to be done the proper way. When Fred asked him to bend over, he protested.

"That’s total nonsense! I’m not supposed to let you slap my buttocks. You need to force me a little, if this is meant to be a fun game."

Fred and Lewis looked at each other. What did he mean? A game?

"You’ve got to restrain me, to prevent me from screaming and letting know about your secret justice."

Lewis frowned. It made his nose wriggle in an interesting way.

"You mean, we should bind and gag you?"

"Yes, kind of…," the handsome swimmer replied.

To be continued . . .