A Memory Man Production
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Since your wife died three years ago you have drawn very close to your son Brad, your relationship becoming more buddy than father and son. He's a good kid and you have only needed to spank him once since your wife's death. Brad has a circle of four very close friends, so close that you sometimes call them the Five Musketeers. Often around your place they are ebullient and relatively uninhibited in your presence; they don't regard you as a straight laced old grump and they tend to include you in their good natured banter; - which you take as rather a compliment.
It is Brad's fourteenth Birthday and you have taken the gang out to your lakeside cabin for a barbecue. On arrival the boys immediately hit the water and start larking around. You get the barbie lit and then join them while the coals heat up. As you all emerge from the water you notice that Brad's board shorts have sagged to expose the top half of his rump and you succumb to the temptation to apply a couple of quick stingoors.
His cheeks are cold and wet and he spins round with an outraged "What was that for?" As he rubs away at the sting. The gang all laugh at his discomfiture but soon some of their ribald comments turn towards you.
"Enough" you thunder in mock anger. "For that cheek you can all join Brad in his birthday spanks." They crease up on hearing that "You'll have to catch us first" they challenge.
You realise that your chances of catching the agile little squirts is minimal and that if you did manage to grab one the others would most likely gang up on you and you'll end up being scragged. You let it drop and turn to tend the barbie whilst the boys start throwing a ball around as they dry off. When you go to the car to get the meat it dawns on you that all the party food, drinks and the ice cream are in there, still in their cold boxes. As you take out the raw burgers and sausages an evil thought enters your head - and you lock the car behind you.
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?