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Hallowe'en 2013
The Price of Tricking

by Y Lee Coyote

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Copyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. The original date of posting to the MMSA was: 10 Oct 2013

The following story is fiction about spanking.  The story contains scenes of strappings and paddlings.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

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It was a few days before Hallowe’en and Erik (affectionately Squirt to his older brother) got home from school early.  Partly due to his maturity and partly because his mother was in the kitchen, he was quiet.  There wasn’t any door slamming nor shouting but only a quiet explanation that practice had been canceled because the coach was sick.  He took some milk and cookies up to his room intending to get a early start on his homework.

It was there that Erik heard Jake, his fifteen-year-old bother, yelling on the phone to his buddy Stu in his own room.  They were planning mischief for the wild night of Hallowe’en.  Truth be told, Erik would have loved to rat out his big brother but an overheard conversation report is not very good evidence and dads don’t condemn and strap their sons for unproven conspiracies.  Perhaps a full, two-sided recording would be sufficient but there was not anyway to get that.  Erik carefully took notes of all the details in the hope that they might prove useful to get his nasty brother strapped good and proper.

It was the next day when Erik told his buddy Roger what he had heard that their counter plan began to develop.  We can catch them in the act and then they will get it. said Roger.

That’s not any good.  They’ll just laugh or find a way to pin the blame on us. Erik replied.  We got to get the goods on them without such a risk.  It was that concept which made them think of what has become an infestation in our world – security cameras.  Now if we could record them doing it; that would be different.  They had not yet learnt the delightfully apt term in flagrante delicto.

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Over the next couple of days all four lads were busy with their respective projets.  Jake and Stu stockpiled a supply of rotten eggs, cheap toilet paper and the like.  Erik and Roger worked on learning how to use the camcorder in the dark of night and still get revealing images.

Also, both teams scouted out the target site.  Old Mr. McDuffle was not a very social man and avoided all contact with his neighbors.  It was different a few years before when his wife was still about but she had died and he became a recluse.  It was said by the town gossips that he was born (or perhaps hatched) grumpy.  It didn’t even take a stray ball on his lawn to get yelled at but just being near by with a flying ball.

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One thing was surprising that on Hallowe’en all four boys made the same comment to their parents that they were going to hang with friends as they were too old to trick-n-treat and would leave that to the little kids.  Well, that was true but misleading.  Erik and Roger met up as planned and then staked out near old Mr. McDuffle’s house to watch for Erik’s naughty brother and his buddy to do their dirty work.  Jake and Stu retrieved their ammunition and boosted each others morale with talk of how macho they were as they waited for the little kids to finish collecting their candy ransom and return home leaving the street clear.

Eventually, the two delinquents attacked and wreaked havoc.  They TP’ed the trees and then made a mess of the front of the house.  They even made enough of a racket that old Mr. McDuffle came out and started to yell at them.  Erik and Roger were most delighted at the great pictures that they captured of the older two being delinquents.

Mr. McDuffle was furious and after the two had run off went back inside his disrespected house.  After contemplating what he could and should do, he called the police.  The police arrived just in time to catch three other lads who were about to repeat the mischief.  These three insisted that they were innocent as they still had rotten eggs and toilet paper with them.  The cops were not moved by such logic for other places had been vandalized and their involvement needed to be checked.  They were taken to the station house to be collected by their parents.

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The morning paper had Erik and Jake’s father excited for it had pictures of several messed up houses and the report that three boys had been apprehended by the sheriff although others were probably also responsible.  If it had been either of you, you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week after the discussion you would have had with me and the BELT.  Silently, Jake just thanked his lucky stars that Stu and he had not been caught and thus had gotten away with it.

On the other hand, Erik was delighted with his dad’s attitude.  I think that would be the right thing but, of course, I did not do it.  Do they think they will find any of the others? asked Erik.

The police never tell stuff like that because it can tip off the criminals. answered Dad.

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It wasn’t until after school that Erik and Roger got to edit the recording they made with some titles and make a video for a very naughty big brother and his buddy.  Both Jake and Roger were quite horrified when they opened their e-mail and saw the incriminating recording.  Since the last title card was:

What would Dad SAY?
What would Dad DO?

superimposed on a background of freshly spanked tails it was obvious that the two kids wanted something to keep quiet.

The four met after school in the park as the e-mail specified.  After the usual sorts of threats by the older (but immature boys) they got down to business.

You got three choices. the younger two explained gleefully.  The first is to ’fess up to Dad and take the hard strapping you so richly deserve.  The second is to get strapped by us when the folks are out.  The third is for Dad to get the video and decide whether or not to ground you after he straps you good and hard as he said at breakfast.

My Dad didn’t say anything like that, Squirts. objected Stu using his buddy’s usual disparaging name for his brother and friends.

OK.  Then we’ll just send the vid to your Dad and if he shares it with dad well....  You can work that out with your buddy. explained Roger.

If you take option two then on Saturday night when the ’rents are out, we’ll take belts to your sorry asses.  That will give you time to recover on Sunday. added Erik.  We’ll expect your answer tomorrow.

Enjoy it in your dreams, Squirts.  It ain’t going to happen. sneered Jake.

Which would you chose?

’Fess up
Submit to the younger boys
Be defiant and refuse

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