The Blister Boyz
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Blister Boyz — Ch. 54: Keeping That Temper in Check
Troy Manning – Heat Blister
Jason Klein – Ice Hazer
David Mercer – Smaqdown
Dennis Lowder – The Humiliator
Walt Hemingway – Major Fry
Brian Tannon – Murky Menace
Jorge Vasquez – Poison Punisher
Keith Grady – The Sticking Point
The Reserve Team:
Terrell Jackson – Siphon
Eddie Chang – Migraine
Henry Gant – Bluster
Mark DePue – Mudslide
Greg Randall – Scarlet Scrapper
[Author’s Note: With the team split up and embarking on different projects at the same time, I’ve decided to bounce between the different stories rather than going character by character and leaving several Blister Boyz out for several chapters. I’ll be sure to make note which chapters are connected. This chapter follows Smaqdown after his orders from Heat Blister in Ch. 52]
As Walt was agreeing to embark on one truly intense Penny Push out on Forward Base Omega under the
vicious paddling of Capt. Torres, David Mercer as Smaqdown was leading the Blister Boyz reserve team into
The Hollows used to be known as Eastgate, a rich suburb in Paragon City. Years ago the neighborhood was rocked by explosions due to a poorly planned plot by the thuggish but not terribly smart Trolls. Blocks of the neighborhood collapsed into some pre-existing underground tunnels and rendered the place mostly uninhabitable and extremely dangerous.
Without protection or working infrastructure, the neighborhood had become stomping grounds to a number of villainous groups. The Trolls dominated the neighborhood still, but the magical forces of both the Tsoo and the Circle of Thorns also lurked in The Hollows. The biggest turf war in the neighborhood was between The Outcasts and The Trolls.
Smaqdown and the reserve members of The Blister Boyz were there to take on The Outcasts. It was partly
training for the reserve members, who needed more combat experience. It was also a challenge for David.
The Blister Boyz had defeated and spanked a number of Outcasts. Heat Blister wanted to figure out if maybe
the antisocial, sullen crooks of The Outcasts were motivated by pain like the Blister Boyz and many of
the villains in the city. If so, the question became whether they could be directed into the more
side of pain and less into the evil
abuse spread by the likes of the Circle of Thorns.
David had noticed, thanks to his enchanted watch, that many of the Outcasts produced the good
energy when the Blister Boyz spanked them after a fight. That was potentially a good sign. It meant they
wanted or believed they deserved their punishment. But he was told by the Adepts of Discipline that when
the Outcasts and Trolls fought and the trolls punished the Outcasts after they won, it was all the bad
abuse energy. The turf war was helping strengthen the power of the evil Circle of Thorns.
Then there was the matter of the leader of The Outcasts, Frostfire. He commanded the power of both flame and ice, making him as a strong as two members of the Blister Boyz (Heat Blister and Ice Hazer). He was not to be messed with. That he was a villainous leader of thugs was steeped in a bit of tragedy. When Frostfire was young and new with his powers, he attempted to stop an armed robbery. It went awry and he ended up accidentally killing several people. He was offered a plea bargain but resisted, thinking a jury would find him innocent. He was wrong and he ended up in prison and subsequently turned against the public.
Like Frostfire, The Outcasts were frustrated and angry rejects who thought society was deliberately trying to keep them down. They saw their crimes as a form of revenge, generally focused on robberies, thefts, and property crimes. They only tended to become violent when they faced resistance, which meant a lot of fights with police and heroes. They were not interested in taking over Paragon City. They had no master plan. They weren’t even trying to sow chaos like the Freakshow. Their villainy was a long burst of aggravated frustration, the kind that, when demonstrated by a member of the frat, would result in a trip across David’s knee and an extremely sore bottom.
Once heroes had established themselves in Paragon City, they were asked to try to help contain The Outcasts. Their elemental powers made them too strong for law enforcement, though they did their best.
All right, boys, Smaqdown said as he escorted the reserve team past the security barriers
into the shattered neighborhood.
Quota today is 15 Outcast taken down and disciplined. Looking for
five guys with active warrants. Ten minutes of paddling for each guy below the quota. Understood?
The five members nodded. All the boys on the reserve team were total discipline bottoms, except for Terrell, but even Terrell was a sub for David, in private. So David was able to use punishment as an easy tool to push the boys harder. And they clearly wanted it. David had grown increasingly aware that since the development of their powers, pretty much every Omega boy who was a bottom was looking for rougher and more frequent discipline.
That included David himself. He had awakened his dormant need to bottom now and then by receiving good, intense paddlings from Dennis. And while he was tormented by the Crimson Brotherhood cruelly, spanked harshly and even raped, he didn’t feel as upset about it as he thought he would have been previously. And now that Heat Blister announced he was going to be rougher on the team, calling for punishment more frequently, he was okay with that, too.
But today, he was going to be all top—the
Daddy in training Brian would sometimes call
him, usually after David had paddled the heck out of him for mouthing off.
All right, Bluster, you’re on scouting duty, Smaqdown said.
Find us a good pack of Outcast.
At least eight. Lemme help you up in the air. He gave a wicked grin and walked behind Bluster, who
winced in anticipation and bent over.
Bluster had powerful wind generation abilities that he was still learning to control. That meant he was able to fly—sort of. He was still struggling with take offs and landings. He couldn’t generate enough wind to launch.
Smaqdown served as an amusing and somewhat sadistic assistant. Henry was a hard-core impact play bottom. He didn’t just need spankings—he liked getting smacked around and punched in other ways. He was a baseball player, but based on Henry’s desire for heavy duty physical play, David had drafted him as his sparring partner for boxing as well.
Smaqdown lined up behind Bluster and focused his powers. His fists and feet glowed with blue energy. The energy increased his impact strength and could stun people when he struck their bare skin (like a good, firm hand spanking on the naked ass). He reared back with his right leg and treated Bluster to a good hard kick in the ass. Bluster yelped in pain and clutched his butt as he went flying up five whole stories into the air. If it weren’t for the fact that the Blister Boyz’ asses healed every time they slept, Henry would have earned quite the bruise from that kick. Instead of crashing back to the ground, he summoned his winds and clumsily flew away. The rest of the team followed behind on the ground in the same direction.
Keep Bluster in sight, Smaqdown ordered.
Some of The Outcast can fly, too, so we want to
keep an eye out if they attack him. Or use their powers to try to shoot him down. Smaqdown wasn’t
too worried about Bluster getting injured. The Outcasts tended to try to scare heroes away rather than
injure them. And Bluster loved a good scrap, anyway. He was a bottom, but he loved to fight and get taken
down by force. Smaqdown categorized him as the rare
aggro bottom. Muscular, sandy-haired Henry
was a bottom through and through, but you’d never confuse him with a
Scarlet Scrapper took point with the rest spread out behind him. Greg got his name from the red skin
he developed along with his powers. His skin was near invulnerable, so he was learning how to fight hand-to-hand
with the help of David and Brian. He was also a skilled gymnast (as was his buddy, Mark/Mudslide) and
he was developing his own acrobatic fighting style, very different from Smaqdown and Murky Menace. Like
the other Blister Boyz, Scarlet Scrapper had to be spanked to activate his powers, but once they were
going, he couldn’t feel pain. This was a
problem as far as frat and hero discipline was concerned,
so The Humiliator used his mental powers to join Greg and Mark’s minds in a very particular way. Whatever
Mark’s butt felt, Greg’s also felt—for better or for worse. So whenever Greg fucked up, Mark got
paddled and both of them felt it. And Whenever Mark fucked up and got paddled, they both still felt it.
The two of them were joined at the butt and ended up sharing discipline.
They traveled east for a few minutes round the half-crumbled ruins of a former neighborhood of duplexes. They kept their eyes on Bluster, who eventually turned toward them and pointed ahead to a spot. Then a bolt of electricity shot up toward him from the ground in that same area and struck him. He yelped in pain and dove down toward the group.
Did that bolt hit him right in the ass? Migraine asked.
That’s just going to make him horny.
Look alive, boys, Smaqdown said as they rushed ahead.
Siphon, this is your crew. You call
Scarlet, grab anybody on Bluster and get them away from him, Siphon ordered immediately.
you take down anybody attack from range or sniping at us. Smaqdown and I will bust some heads. Mudslide,
you keep any Outcasts from escaping before their asses pay.
The heroes turned a corner and burst into a group of ten Outcast. Bluster was in the middle, using his winds to keep a couple of them at bay, while struggling in the grip of an Outcast who was covered with armor made out of ice. The heroes could see the vivid scorch mark on the seat of Bluster’s blue, spandex pants (Smaqdown let them pick out their own costumes with the requirement that they all get spandex pants to show off their butts) from the lightning strike. Bluster had some cuts and bruises from his dive down into the villains, but he was laughing wildly as he fought.
Scarlet Scrapper leaped in with a flying kick on the icy Outcast trying to take Bluster down. He started beating the guy until his ice armor started to crack. Smaqdown and Siphon went after the guys Bluster was holding off. Siphon used his own powers to drain the abilities of one of the guys to increase his own strength and speed. On the edge of the fight, Migraine shot psychic blasts at the electric-powered sniper who had shot down Bluster.
Though the Blister Boyz were totally outnumbered, the fight swiftly went their way. The Outcasts were simply too disorganized and David had thoroughly paddled combat discipline into the butts of his boys. Some tried to run, and Mudslide did as he was ordered with a gesture. The ground beneath the fleeing Outcast liquefied, causing them to sink down knee deep. Then with another gesture, the mud solidified back into earth, trapping them all there.
You boys know what comes next, Smaqdown said as he pulled out his paddle from his belt holster.
The Outcasts all moaned in disappointment.
Hey, I don’t want to hear it. You attacked Bluster first.
You boys know by now that you can avoid your spankings by surrendering. You earned the paddle fair and
Fuck you! yelled one of the Outcast, a well-built young man of Indian descent with jet black
hair, dark, intense eyes, and a full mustache and beard.
Ah, it’s Raj! Smaqdown said.
A.K.A. Temper! I was hoping to run into you again. I think
this will be your fourth trip over my knee?
Shut up, Temper spat back at him. Most Outcast didn’t have nicknames, unless they had managed
to develop reputations. They typically identified themselves by their power types. Raj had earned the
nickname of Temper for his personality as much as his ability to generate bursts of flame.
So I guess I can’t ask you to tell your buddies the rules, then? Smaqdown asked. Raj just
glared at him and folded his arms.
So you gentlemen are going over our knees for a hefty dose of the
paddle. Yes it’s going to hurt. Yes it’s going to make you cry, probably. Take it like good boys and learn
your lesson. If you struggle too much and fight your punishment, we’ll switch from the paddle to this.
He raised a hand and it glowed blue. He happened to be walking behind Temper while lecturing the Outcast,
and he swiftly smacked Raj on the seat of his tight-fitting jeans.
OW! FUCK! Raj yelled, and his body convulsed in pain, but he was still stuck shin-deep in
the ground and couldn’t get away.
You goddamned jerk!
This stings wayyyyy more than the paddle, Smaqdown said.
And I’ve trained my powers to
make sure that happens. Temper here has felt the hand the last three times I’ve taken him down. Let’s
see if he’s learned.
Now, while me and some of my boys are paddling your butts, Migraine here is going to be searching
your stuff for contraband and checking your identities with the police to see if any of you have active
warrants. If you do, you’re getting handed over to the police after your spanking. Tell me now if you’ve
got a warrant. If Migraine finds out and you haven’t told me, you’re getting another session with the
hand before I turn you over, and it’s gonna be a doozy.
Two men rolled their eyes while raising their hands. Smaqdown nodded at them. He split the group of Outcasts in half and had Mudslide free just five of them. He left Raj for the second group. He, Mudslide, Siphon, Bluster, and Scarlet Scrapper each dragged one of the Outcast across the knee and roughly yanked down their jeans and exposed their bare asses. Bluster took great pleasure in grabbing the Outcast who shot him out the sky with a lightning bolt. The Outcast with the icy armor who had grappled him was in the second group and Bluster already claimed him as well.
The five Blister Boyz started paddling away—WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The five Outcasts squirmed and complained loudly that they didn’t deserve this treatment. David listened carefully. None of them were actually demanding that they stop. He glanced at his watch (carefully, since the reserve team didn’t know about Oranbega, the Adepts of Discipline, or what the glow meant) and it was glowing a cheery blue. Once again, these guys, despite their anger and complaining, believed they deserved to be spanked. They acted like frat boys who got caught breaking curfew or drinking before they were legal. They just happened to be committing property crimes and robberies instead.
Meanwhile, Migraine (who as one of his
rules of submitting to David was required to be a full
bottom and was not allowed to spank anybody—not even the pledges.) searched through the Outcasts
belongings. He found some purses, some jewelry, a knapsack full of cash, and a couple of baggies of marijuana
and pills. He used a special phone app he was able to access now as a fully registered superhero to run
the guys’ pictures through the police database to see if there were any active warrants.
Meanwhile, the paddlings had grown more intense, and the first group of Outcast were now crying and kicking, and sometimes trying to reach back and protect their heavily reddened bottoms. The Blister Boyz were experienced enough spankers to bat the hands aside and keep up with the punishment. Smaqdown kept an eye on his watch and when he started seeing the glow start turning purple, he ordered the boys to stop. The villains had reached their punishment thresholds. Any more spanking would create the bad abusive energy that helped the Circle of Thorns.
But apparently Bluster wanted to make sure his Outcast got the message. Even after the others stopped,
he continued whacking away. The Outcast wailed and kicked his feet screaming,
The guy said to stop!
He said to stop!
Bluster! Smaqdown growled. Henry looked back at him with a defiant sneer.
What? Bluster said, continuing his swats.
Just making sure he knows who’s boss!
Yeah, me! Smaqdown growled.
Stop. Right. Now. Bluster gave five more hard whacks, then
dumped the Outcast off his lap. David took a quick glance down at his watch and could tell from the shade
of purple that Bluster had paddled the guy too much. The problem, though, is that Henry didn’t know why
it was important for him to stop when Smaqdown told him to other than to obey David. Henry didn’t know
about Oranbega and the secret pain wars. And Henry was very clearly a rebel type just like Brian. He did
not just follow orders when he was told to the way Eddie did.
It was a little bit of an opportunity, though. David needed to show the Outcast that they were all
playing by the same rules here. David let his Outcast victim go, strode over to Bluster and yanked him
to his feet. Bluster knew what was about to happen and muttered
Fuck under his breath, but didn’t
resist. Smaqdown yanked Bluster’s spandex pants down, revealing his bare ass, which was quite red and
had some scorch marks from the lightning bolt earlier. He yanked Bluster across his knee and raised his
right hand so everybody around him could see the blue glow. Then Smaqdown treated Bluster to a vicious
hand-spanked 60-second ride, furiously beating away. Henry bleated out and kicked in pain at the first
couple of swats, but then Smaqdown’s powers stunned him into submission, and he simply lay across his
lap with his ass up, bouncing helplessly with each heavy-duty smack and whimpering and crying. He couldn’t
even yell out, thanks to the semi-paralysis Smaqdown’s powers inflicted.
This was not a new experience for Henry. In fact, Henry was who Smaqdown trained on to perfect this
kind of spanking, since Henry loved such high-impact play. The Outcast all watched on, eyes wide in surprise.
They had no idea the Blister Boyz also spanked each other. They all thought they just went around spanking
people the city had decided were
After Smaqdown finished the punishment, he lifted Henry up, but kept him bent over to show off his bare ass to the Outcasts. It was now covered with blisters. He glanced at his watch again and saw that it was back to a blue glow. Henry knew exactly what he was getting into when he provoked David. Smackdown roughly pulled Bluster’s pants back up and then forcefully sat him down on that very sore bottom. Henry moaned a little bit in pain.
It’s gonna be a few minutes before he recovers, so we’ll have to go with four for the next group,
I think I’ll save Raj for last. Temper scowled at him as Siphon gathered up the
next four for punishment. Bluster slowly recovered from his spanking while Smaqdown, Siphon, Crimson Scrapper,
and Mudslide paddled the next group. This group complained and cried like the first group, but after seeing
what Smaqdown did to his own teammate, they didn’t squirm nearly as much.
By the time the next round of spankings were done, Bluster was back to his feet, rubbing his backside. In the past, Henry would have given some sort of gesture of defiance to David to try to prove he couldn’t be controlled. This time he gave a sheepish grin and a shrug instead. He wasn’t sorry for what he did, but he knew he had crossed a line and understood he deserved the spanking.
Smaqdown called on Migraine for a report. Nobody had lied about having warrants, so there were two guys to turn in. It wasn’t possible to prove who was responsible for all the contraband, so in these cases they settled on confiscating it and turning it into the police. The stolen goods and money could be returned and the drugs could be destroyed. That also made the spankings a way to discipline these bad boys when they couldn’t actually pin charges on anybody, even though what they were doing was very obvious.
Okay, Blister Boyz, Smaqdown said.
Bring our two fugitives and the contraband to the barricades
and turn them into the police. While I finish things up here with Temper, you guys hunt for another crew
to take down on your own. You’ve shown what you can do.
Yes sir, Siphon said.
Bluster, Smaqdown added.
Make ’em cry. Don’t make ’em bleed, understand?
Yeeeessss, he said with the same annoyed tone a teenager would use when a parent asked if
he was going to do his homework.
The rest of you guys get out of here and maybe think about using your powers to clean this place
up instead of fighting with the Trolls, Smaqdown said to the Outcasts.
You’re living in rubble.
No wonder you’re all unhappy.
And as for you, Smaqdown said as he approached Temper,
time to take your medicine like
your buddies. Temper spat profanities at him, but didn’t resist or fight back as Smaqdown led him
over to some concrete wreckage that he could sit on for an OTK session.
You keep mouthing off like
that and I’m starting to think you actually prefer the hand spanking.
No, snarled Temper as he reached back to protect his butt.
The paddle. I’ll take the paddle.
Jesus, do you have to fucking act like the school principal? I think we’re the same age!
Yeah, we’re both adults, Smaqdown said.
You’re the one acting out like a kid.
Asshole, Raj muttered.
Yup, Smaqdown said as he yanked the young man’s jeans and underwear down and pulled him across
his lap. Raj had a nicely rounded medium-sized butt with a little bit of furriness to it. Most of the
frat boys had smooth butts (Keith being a notable exception). David appreciated the variety.
Right hand behind your back, David ordered. Raj craned his head around to look over his shoulder
to glare at David. David just repeated his order. Raj sighed, but then put his right hand behind his back.
David grabbed his wrist with his left hand to hold him in place for the paddling. It was a simple test,
but it mattered. Raj was submitting to David’s orders even though it was making him even more vulnerable
to the spanking. To David, it was more proof that Raj wanted to be disciplined.
David had been handed a challenge by Troy, and his own butt was on the line. To determine whether or not the Blister Boyz can do more with the Outcasts than round them up, spank them, and hand them over to the police, David had been given 10 days to convince at least one member of the Outcast to submit to a spanking without a fight first. If David failed, both he and Troy were destined for a Penny Push. David hadn’t submitted to a Penny Push since he was a pledge, but he embraced the challenge.
David had made a list of the Outcasts he had disciplined that he believed—based on his observational skills as an experienced top—were likely spanking bottoms with intense needs. Raj was on the list, as were a couple other guys. He wasn’t going based on just the fact that his watch told him they were producing discipline energy when they were paddled. He had to rely on his experience as a pledgemaster introducing young men to regular spankings as adults. Raj had given off many, many subconscious signals that David had learned to recognize, not the least of which was that Raj had never expressedly demanded that David not spank him.
Even now, David’s paddle was resting across Raj’s exposed ass, and while Raj was muttering profanities loudly enough for David to hear, his upturned ass was not quivering or clenched in fear. He had subconsciously accepted his spanking. Even more, David was certain there was a part of Raj that felt like he needed the spanking.
Let’s see if you learn your lesson this time, Smaqdown said as he raised his paddle. WHACK!
CRACK! WHACK! WHACK! He smacked hard against Raj’s ass, but not as quickly as he had the previous rounds.
He planned to milk this session a bit and give Temper time to feel each swat.
GODDAMMIT! Raj yelled after the very first swat. Rather than crying out in pain he growled
angrily and yelled and cursed loudly enough for his voice to echo through the crumbling neighborhood.
David didn’t lecture Raj about his language or angry response. He just let it play out. He knew what was
happening. Some guys needed their spankings to let loose with their pent up frustrations (almost always
with themselves). In fact, Troy, leader of the Blister Boyz, acted similarly when he was spanked, though
not quite as dramatically.
Occasionally, Temper would again crane his head around to glare at Smaqdown while he was being paddled. Smaqdown simply nodded and smiled back at him.
You fucking like spanking us, don’t you? He said.
Bet it turns you on. You’re just like
Smaqdown stopped for just a moment to let Temper recover, resting the paddle on his reddened bottom.
I do like spanking guys, I will admit it, Smaqdown said.
Yes it’s totally my fetish. But
here’s the thing, and it’s why we’re different from the Trolls. I like spanking guys when they want it,
need it, and deserve it.
And that’s me? Temper snarled.
You tell me, Smaqdown said. He raised his paddle and started a new round of swats. He waited
for Raj to deny he needed spankings, but he didn’t. He went back to growling and cursing. After another
good 10 minutes of swats, he took another break. Raj was crying now and his bottom was starting to show
some welts. But David wasn’t done yet. It was time to lay the groundwork for the next stage, hopefully.
Bet if you boys had some more discipline you’d be able to push the Trolls out of here, David
Then maybe you could use your powers to rebuild this neighborhood instead of fighting.
Yeah, yeah, this is for my own good, Temper said.
It works for us, Smaqdown said.
Oh. Do you get your ass beat? Temper said.
I bet you don’t. You’re the big bossman
who decides who deserves it. They’re never the ones who get it.
You’re in for a surprise, David said.
Rather than tell you, I’ll show you when we’re done.
You’ll see. This is your last set. How many more swats do you deserve? It was another test.
You’re asking me? None! No more swats! Let me go.
David just sat there silently holding Raj over his knee. Seconds ticked by.
Fine, twenty-five, Raj finally said.
Good boy, Smaqdown said.
These are gonna be fast! He raised his paddle up and WHAP!
WHAP! WHAP! The last set of swats was hard and fast and Raj howled and kicked his legs as they rained
down. After David was done with the swats, he set the paddle aside and began rubbing Raj’s sore bottom.
Raj craned his head back around and looked up at David in confusion.
Now, it’s probably going to be two days before the full effects of this punishment fades,
Smaqdown said. He checked his watch, both to see the glow (it was still a bright blue) and to check the
actual time. It was close to 5:30 in the evening.
So in two days’ time I’m going to be back here at this spot at this time, and I’ll hang out here
for an hour, Smaqdown said.
You’re going to come visit and I’m going to help you get your frustrations
out of your system and instill some discipline in you.
You’re going to spank me again? Temper asked.
You think I am voluntarily going to come back here and go over your knee? Are you fucking crazy?
Raj asked. David responded by carefully helping Temper back up to his feet and pulling his pants back
up. Then David unbuckled his belt and pulled his spandex pants down, revealing his jockstrap underneath.
He turned around and let Raj look at his exposed butt.
Oh wow. You actually do get spanked? Raj asked with surprise. Because David was black,
his butt wasn’t red like Raj’s. But when Dennis paddled his ass every morning to awaken his powers, he
made sure David had a few welts and marks to show for it afterward. David had a thoroughly, obviously
spanked bottom, just like Raj.
I know guys like you, Raj, David said.
You need it. If you’re willing to submit to me,
I’ll show you how spanking can be used for discipline, not just to punish you when you act up.
Raj looked skeptical, but he didn’t laugh or reject him.
You know what, I’ll give you three chances to think it through, David said.
I’ll come back
three nights in a row at 5:30. I’ll wait for an hour to see if you show. If you don’t, I’ll assume you’re
just not ready to learn some discipline and clean up your act.
But you’re still going to spank me when you catch me, aren’t you? Raj asked. Smaqdown grinned
widely and nodded. Raj glared back at him and generated a ball of fire in a clenched fist.
If you want that to scare me, you’re definitely going to need more discipline, Smaqdown said.
Raj rolled his eyes at him, then without another word, snuffed out the flame, turned around and walked
off, rubbing his sore bottom.
David felt confident, but he knew Raj, like the other Outcast, was not terribly predictable. He had encounters like this play out with other guys at Paragon University outside the frat who were intrigued about corporal punishment but were kind of afraid to pursue it. They’d never join the frat and subject themselves to hazing. But they knew David was the pledgemaster and spanked guys daily. They’d engage him in a sort of joking, teasing fashion and were surprised when David earnestly offered to teach them what spankings were actually like. And pretty frequently they said yes, after thinking on it for a while.
But they didn’t have superpowers and a record of melting ATM terminals to get to the cash inside. David wasn’t taking an outcome for granted.
Eventually the reserve team returned. Turned out word that the Blister Boyz were on the hunt got around and most of the Outcast scampered. They found three Outcast out getting drunk together and playing dice. The team took them down easily and discovered two of them had warrants. They paddled the three of them thoroughly and turned the two with warrants in to the police.
So the total today is 13 takedowns and four arrests, Smaqdown said.
Not bad but short of
the quota. That’s 30 minutes paddling for each of you back at the frat. The team headed out. Smaqdown
would have Dennis take care of Mark and Greg. They liked bottoming for him more than they did David. As
for Terrell, it was his turn to go spend the evening with their troll buddies as tribute. David would
have Zeke take care of the 30 minutes of paddling. David also had a new surprise waiting for Terrell there.
Terrell liked to roleplay being forced into women’s lingerie for his punishments. So David got his hands
on a skimpy French maid’s uniform that fit the burly star football player. The skirt was extremely short
and underneath he’d be wearing a lacy black thong. Whenever he bent over, his mostly bare bottom would
be exposed. Very sexy for spanking purposes, and very humiliating too. Terrell would be forced into the
uniform and made to clean the apartment for the trolls, interrupted by regular spanking sessions.
And while that was going on, David would be using his access to police records as a registered hero to research Raj’s background. In order to convince Raj that he needed spankings, he really needed to understand the young man’s history and figure out how he ended up in the Outcasts—and so angry—in the first place.
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