Be real interested to know what all happens here Jack.
Maybe you could write it up for the story index.
Sorry Jackson, but the odds of a new story appearing right now are slim to none. However....
I did arrive at school a bit early this morning, parking over close to where Marcus normally does, and I walked around to the coaches' offices. I found him outside, with two boys running around the track. They both look pretty worn out, and he stopped them next time they came around, after checking his watch.
Both boys were of the tall, lanky, early teen type, and I would have said both were 13 or 14, except they were wearing running clothes clearly labelled 'Kerwin, G' and 'Kerwin, J'. I was curious as to whether they were twins or one was older. Turns out they're cousins, and both are 13 (finishing 7th grade).
When he was leaving yesterday, Marcus had caught the two of them fighting - definitely fighting, not roughhousing. That should have gone to the principal, so I was kind of curious why it hadn't.
Both boys were breathing hard and pouring sweat (only about 74F at 8am this morning, but 85% humidity). Still, they tried to explain to me that they're only a couple of months apart (G Kerwin - Greg, was born in October and Joey was born in December). They've both lived their entire life here in Bransom, and they've always lived near each other. In a lot of ways, the two of them were raised as brothers.
They do fight, but they also quit if either of them gets really hurt, and fighting lets them blow off enough steam that they can solve the problem when it's through. Their parents understand that and are mostly okay with it (the moms at least tolerating it). The real problem is that they are both a bit of class clown/discipline problem types, and they've been to the office a number of times. The last time they were here (which turned out to be for a pretty serious paddling) their fathers informed the boys that, if they (the fathers) had to come up here again for discipline issues, it didn't matter what Mr. P did, they were going to get worn out and grounded at home.
This might be a good time to mention that Marcus and Tommy used to fight a lot.
I should also mention that both boys are pretty cute - some (kids their own age mostly) would call them attractive or good looking or maybe even handsome. Greg had dark brown hair with matching eyebrows, while Joey's hair is a bit lighter, though his eyebrows are still a dark brown. Both boys were wearing running shorts which only fell to mid-thigh, and they were slit above that, and their legs were either smooth or close to it.
I should also mention that they were acting really cute, since one would apparently get tired or just grind to a halt, and his cousin would pick up the thread for them. Fight or not, it was pretty obvious from the way they talked about each other and their body language that they love each other very much.
I gave them both a brief lecture about how they have to be responsible for their own behavior, and that includes following the rules of wherever they happen to be, no matter what the rules were at home. After pointing out that they'd earned the punishment their fathers promised, I agreed to go along with Marcus (even Marcus seemed relieved, though I'd never meant to do anything else - i was just playing bad cop).
The four of us went into the locker room, which was empty. The two boys stood by a bench, both very obviously nervous. Marcus returned with a paddle I'd not seen before - about 24", including six or so inches of handle, maybe three inches wide, and it turned out to be 3/8ths inches thick. He had the two boys stand side by side, legs straight, bending over with hands on the low bench.
When the first swat **** down and echoed around the gym, Joey cried out. Greg managed to hold it in when he got his own swat a few seconds later, but it was still a pretty loud grunt. Both of them cried out at the second swat, and I think the third one had a bit of sob in it for both boys.
Marcus was giving pretty solid swats, and I would have started to worry, but he stopped after Greg's third swat.
"You two stand up, get cleaned up, and get ready for class."
Greg walked over and started the shower, so I watched the boys strip (hopefully unobtrusively) while Marcus filled out the paper work. Both of them were wearing jock straps, which means those swats were basically bare, so I was more surprised they hadn't reacted more loudly than they had. Both of them also have a good, solid runners build. Both of them look fairly well hung for their age. Their pubic hair matches their eyebrows, so it's about the same shade of dark brown. Greg's seemed to be longer and spread a bit more, but it was also thinner, so you could see skin in places. Joey's seemed thicker, though it was shorter and confined only to the lowest part of his belly, not spreading around to his sac yet.
While they were undressing, they were talking quietly. I get the feeling Joey wished they'd gone to the office after all, but I heard 'not grounded' and he seemed to agree with that.
Their butts were RED, though - not abusively, but a solid red that covered from the upper slopes of their cheeks down two or three inches onto their legs. I had little doubt they would be feeling it for a while. That was confirmed when Marcus informed me that the paddle was handmade, out of maple, just like we've been making the younger teens new paddles from. No wonder those two were yelping so loud.
Both of them were wearing boxers, by the way, which probably explains the jock straps while they ran, but I wonder if that was planned by Marcus, or if they're planning to burn the straps now.
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Now it is a fun story to hear about, but I remember how serious it seemed when I was in High School.
