Yardwork
Yardwork
Disclaimer: It was heat stroke!
~Childhood home of Walter Skinner~
Walter handed a pair of hedge clippers to Alex and watched him walk away
to join Fox. He couldn't help but smile. *"Damn, that boy has a great
ass!"* Walter thought to himself as he watched the rhythmic sway of the
seat of Alex's well worn and faded jeans.
Walter, Fox and Alex had driven out to Walter's boyhood home to help his
parents with the spring yardwork. He and the boys were pretty much
summoned by his mother, but Walter was always more than happy to help
them out. Alex and Fox on the other hand were not. He remembered their
moans and whining about raking and digging and how the whole weekend
would be shot. He also remembered their moans and whining about their
stinging bottom cheeks as he helped them to decide yardwork wasn't so
bad after all, especially if you consider the alternative. Walter resumed
turning over the dirt of the vegetable garden and enjoyed the
unseasonably warm and sunny day.
Meanwhile...
Alex joined Fox by the back garden bed that flanked the back steps
leading to the kitchen door.
"So, what has to be done here?" Alex asked.
"Well...." Fox sighed, "we have to rake this all out and trim the
bushes."
Alex exhaled loudly. "Ookaay, lets get started."
They each decided to start by trimming the tall, overgrown boxwood
bushes. No sense raking twice. They both fell into conversation as they
worked.
"I can't believe Walter *made* us come and do this." Fox muttered as he
clipped away at the hedge. "I mean that's why I live in the city, in an
apartment, so I don't have to do this kind of stuff."
"I know what you mean, I'm really not a yardwork kind of guy myself."
Alex continued as he too clipped away with gusto.
They both chatted and clipped for a while. Then Alex stepped back and
observed what they had done so far. He closed one eye and then the other
as he studied the two boxwood hedges.
"Hmmmmm..."
*"Yep, Fox's side is lower, more has to come off."*
He resumed his work, clipping more of the new green growth from the
bush.
"I hope I'm doing this right." Fox said aloud. "I've never trimmed a
bush before."
Alex started to giggle and then laugh.
"What?" Fox asked.
"Exactly how many *bushes* have you seen Fox?" Alex managed to get out
through his laughter.
Fox caught the pun and began to laugh as well. "I've seen my share."
"I don't mean bushes with a *branch* sticking out."
Both laughed harder, still chopping away with their clippers.
"I do..." Fox laughed harder, "prefer a neatly trimmed bush Alex, how
about you?"
Alex laughed even harder. "I sometimes like no bush at all."
They both were almost crying they were laughing so hard and their racket
brought Mrs. Skinner out of the kitchen to see what was going on. At the
middle stair she froze and her eyes grew wide. Alex looked up and caught
her eye.
"M-My bush! Alex! Just look at my bush!" she shouted in horror.
It was too much for Alex. He lost it and fell to the ground, rolling
with laughter. Fox tried to be quiet, but Alex's laughter was contagious
and he clasped his hand over his mouth as he laughed even harder.
Mrs. Skinner turned to Fox and was equally aghast. "Fox! Why are you
laughing?! Look what you've done. My bush is in shambles!"
Fox fell to the ground as well and held his aching sides.
Mrs. Skinner clapped her hands together sharply. "Stop it! Both of you!
I'll show you two!"
She stepped over them to a pile of recently cut branches and found a
nice supple, green apple switch. It was a little on the thick side, but
she was in no mood to look for another. She swung it sharply through the
air, satisfied at the whistle it made. She then marched back to the
hysterical young men and grabbed Fox's ear. He was still lying on the
ground on his side, but she had a clear shot at the seat of his jeans.
*TTHHWIPPP! THWIIPPP!*
She landed the switch with all her strength a good six times before she
let him loose and grabbed Alex's ear and gave him six good wacks as
well. Despite the pain in their posteriors, the two young men continued
to laugh, each feeding the other even when they knew they should stop.
All the commotion caught Walter's attention and when he saw his mother
bringing the switch down on Alex's backside he jogged over to see what
the problem was.
"Mom! Mom! Whoa-whoa! Hold up!"
He grabbed her arm mid-swing and held her by her shoulders.
"Just what is going on over here?!"
"These two..two..hooligans! Just look what they did!" She waved her hand
towards the remains of the boxwood bushes. "Look at this! Look! And they
have the nerve to just laugh at me." She moved to the boxwood that Fox
had murdered. "My bush! My poor baby."
Alex and Fox began laughing again. They tried not to, but their
shoulders shook up and down and the tears ran down their cheeks. Walter
caught on right away and fixed then with an ice cold glare. They both
gulped and stopped laughing immediately.
"I still don't know why they are laughing Walter?"
"Uhm, well..." Walter blushed. "I think these two *boys* have dirty
minds right now."
Mrs. Skinner scrunched her brow for a moment and then her eyebrows shot
up as she realized what she had said. Her mouth fell open and she
gasped. Her face darkened and her eyes narrowed and both Fox and Alex
quickly became aware of just why Walter had such a great respect for his
mother's maternal glare and her obvious well-learned use of a switch.
Walter retrieved a picnic bench from the side of the house and placed it
in front of Alex and Fox.
"Both of you bend over this bench!" he ordered.
Fox and Alex were quick to respond. They both gulped as Walter unzipped
their jeans and lowered them to their knees leaving their boxer-covered
behinds facing the angered Mrs. Skinner.
"Okay mom, give them each six good zingers with that switch. I'll be
right back, I have to get something from beside the garage." Walter
started to jog away and yelled back over his shoulder. "Make 'em good
ones mom, so I can hear them over here."
Walter ran behind the barn and Mrs. Skinner walked over to stand behind
Alex. She tapped the switch against is bottom.
"Naughty, naughty Alex. This what any of my boys would have gotten if
they had....Oh, I can't even say it. Keep your hands in front of you."
Alex nodded and held on to the bench.
*THWACKK! THWACKK! THWACCKK!*
"YEEOOWWWWW!" Alex sang out.
"...Good one mom!" came Walter's voice somewhere from behind the barn.
*THWACK! THWACKK!*
"Owwwww-OWWWWW!"
*THWACCKK!*
"OHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Alex squeezed his eyes tightly shut and clenched his butt cheeks as he
tried to relieve some of the sting. Mrs. Skinner moved over and stood
behind Fox.
"I'm ashamed of you Fox, and your always such a good boy."
Alex snorted, but luckily Mrs. Skinner didn't hear him.
"I-I'm sorry Mrs. Skinner! Really!" Fox said, trying not to whine.
"You'll be even more sorry I'm afraid in a few minutes."
She brought the switch down firmly on Fox's wiggling bottom.
*THWACKK! THWACKKK!*
"Hold still!" she admonished.
"OOWWWW! I caaaan't!"
*THWACKK! THWACKK!*
"OHHHHH! I'm sorrrry!"
"Two more young man, hold still."
*THWACKK! THWACKK!*
The last two weren't as hard since Mrs. Skinner's initial anger began to
subside. She looked up to see Walter on his way back, a small bundle of
green weeds in each hand.
"Wooo! I bet you boys backside's are stinging. I could hear those swats
all the way to the garage."
"Walter? Those aren't....your not....."
"Yes mom, they are. Nettles. I remember those few times you used these,
believe me. I think an all day reminder ought to keep these two on their
toes."
"But Walter, really, I think they've had enough. The bushes will grow
back."
"Oh, these two have been complaining all week and pouted the entire ride
out here. I've thought about introducing them to this little wonder for
awhile and I think now is the perfect time."
Walter began to steer his mom back towards the kitchen door.
"I think I smell something burning in there."
"OH! My cookies!"
Walter waited till his mom was in the back door before he returned to
the two young men still bent over the bench.
"Pull your skivvies down you two!" Walter ordered.
Fox and Alex slowly lowered their boxers down to their knees, then
raised their tearful eyes toward Walter.
"W-What's that!?" Fox exclaimed when he saw the clumps of greenery in
Walter's gloved hands.
"These," he held up the weeds, "are nettles. They pack quite a sting as
you two will soon find out. Believe me, I know. Mom used them on me on
more than one occasion. They pack a kind of burning sting that will stay
with you for most of the day. Since this is the first time you'll be
experiencing them, I'll only give you three stokes each."
Alex and Fox were speechless as they watched Walter walk around behind
them.
"Whewww!" Walter whistled when he saw the six red lines across both
pairs of cheeks. There were also a few light pink lines from Mrs.
Skinner's few strokes across their jeans. "I see mom hasn't lost her
touch. I want you both to spread your legs as far as you can."
Both Fox and Alex moved their knees apart as far as their jeans would
allow.
Without warning, Walter combined the nettles in his right and quickly
brought the prickly weeds down across both bottoms. Two for Alex and two
for Fox. He didn't need to use a lot of force, the tiny hair-like
prickers did all the work.
At first Fox and Alex didn't feel much, then.....
"Ahhhhhhh! Owwwww! Ohh NOOOOOO!"
Fox started to rise.
"DON'T!" Walter yelled and watched as Fox grabbed onto the wooden bench.
He walked around in front of them. Both had their face scrunched as
tightly as possible as the stingy nettles began to do their work.
"One more for each of you."
"Noooo Walter! Please!" Fox yelled.
"This last one is the one I always hated the most and I think you two
will agree."
Walter stood in front of Fox and Alex and brought the nettles down
perpendicular to the prior strokes, right down the center of their
bottoms, along the crevice and the wicked nettles wrapped up and under
the lower portion of their bottoms into some very tender areas. The two
howls that followed insured they landed in the right place.
"OHHH MY GODDD! WALTER!!"
"OHHHHH, THAT STIIIINGSSS!"
"Yep." was Walter's answer. He knew it did.
He watched as both Fox and Alex began waving at their bottoms trying to
make any kind of breeze to cool the sting, but it just seemed to grow
and grow.
"Okay you two, get those pants up and get back to work. Lunch break in
half an hour."
"You're kidding, right?" Fox said, thinking he didn't want his jeans
anywhere near his butt at the moment.
Walter just raised an eyebrow and brandished the remaining nettles.
Instantly Fox and Alex were on their feet, hissing as they eased their
boxers and jeans over their stinging behinds.
All three worked quietly, except for a few grunts and hisses whenever
Fox or Alex had to bend to pick up a pile of leaves or branches. About
thirty minutes later, Mrs. Skinner called them in for lunch and all
three were more than ready for a break.
"You two, up in the bedroom! I want to see you before lunch." Walter
said with a stern look on his face.
"But...but..we didn't do..."
"UP!"
Alex and Fox scurried up the stairs wondering what else could happen.
Mrs. Skinner grabbed Walter's arm as he passed.
"Your not going to spank them again, are you?"
Walter chuckled and shook his head. He grabbed the bottle of aloe
handcreme from the kitchen counter and raised his brow.
"I think it's time for a little soothing. Remember mom, I know how much
those nettles sting."
As Walter walked to the stairs he felt a sharp slap to his bottom.
"Ouch! What was that for?" he asked his mom as he smiled.
"Don't take too long up there. Over ten minutes and you'll feel their
sting again young man."
"Yes ma'am!" Walter said before he ran up the stairs.
"This isn't a restaurant you know. When I make lunch I expect you to eat
it!" she yelled after him.
"Yes ma'am!"
Walter's dad walked into the kitchen after just getting back from from
the local greenhouse and nursery. He put some bags down on the table and
turned to his wife. "Hon? What happened to your bush?"
Mrs. Skinner burst out laughing.