The Ogden Pruett Challenge

Chapter 5
Pipsqueak Pops

Chapter Description: A couple of stern suburban dads find their dignity severely compromised when they try out the Ogden Pruett Challenge and go from the spankers to the spanked!

Two middle-class middle-aged men in tee-shirts and shorts greeted one another as they made their way from the parking area onto the grass.  

"Hey, Ward."

"Hey, Rick."

"Real scorcher today, eh?"

"No kidding. Ready to go?" 

"I guess so. C'mon."

The two neighbors, solidly built, dark-haired men, ran briskly along the path that wound its way through the Municipal Park. They usually took their morning jog here at this time of day, since the park was usually almost deserted in the mornings. Occasionally, one or the other would take a swig from their water bottles. They were sweating profusely in the hot sun. 

As they jogged, they made small talk.

"How's your boy?"

"Tommy? He's a handful." Rick wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Gave him another spanking this morning. He'd been skinny-dipping with his buddies in the neighbor's pool again."

"Yeah," Ward sniffled, then wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "My Jerry's been doing the same thing: he and his pals take those shrinking pills, slip through the neighbor's chain-link fence and sneak a swim." He snorted. "Won't be doing that again for awhile. Tanned his hide so good his little fanny will be glowing in the dark for weeks!"

"Found these in Tommy's room." Rick dug through his pocket and produced a little bottle of pink pills. "Must've picked 'em up at school or something."

Ward stared at the bottle.  "Those the pills?"

"Yep," Rick nodded. "Turn you back into a kid again." He stopped running for a moment, resting his hands on his knees. "Which right now, doesn't sound so bad. Growing old sucks, man!"

"Can't argue with you there," Ward mopped his face with the hem of his shirt.  "Hey, remember skinny-dipping in the canal by the train tracks when we were their age? Good times!"

"Yeah. Too bad those days are over..."

Then they noticed the decorative fountain near some benches a few feet away. A fountain filled with cool, crystal clear water.

The two men looked at the fountain. Then they looked at one another. They contemplated the bottle of pills.

"Or are they?"

They grinned at one another.

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"Ooooo.... OW!"

"Oooooooooooooo.... YOWTCH!"

Not that far away, Jerry and Tommy were riding their bikes very... gingerly along the bike path that ran near the jogging path. Tommy had strapped a pillow to the seat of his bicycle; Jerry was just mostly riding standing up, avoiding contact with the seat as much as possible.  Timmy Tompkins, a fat little neighbor kid a few years younger than them, pointed and laughed as he watched them pass. 

"Hey guys!" He catcalled. "Get another bare butt spanking?"

"Ah, shut up!" Tommy shouted back. Then a bump in the path made him yelp again, sending Timmy into fresh gales of hysterics. 

"Ohhh... Dad really clobbered me!" Jerry confessed to his friend, lightly touching the seat of his jeans and wincing. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to sit down again!"

"Me neither!" Tommy moaned. "I sure hope it stops stinging back there by Monday!"

"Yeah!" Jerry made a face. "Or we'll hafta bring our pillows to school!" He grimaced. "Those hard wooden chairs..." 

They both shuddered, blushing. Their blushes deepened as they rode past their elderly neighbor Old Man Duffy sitting on his usual spot on the park bench watching the world go by.

"Hey, boys!" He called after them. "I see your dads gave you both a good seat-warming! Hope you take it to heart!"

The boys smiled feebly and waved at him, speeding up a little to get away from him. 

"Oh, man..." Tommy sank down into himself. "This is so embarrassing! I'll never sneak over to The Naylors' pool again!"

"Me neither!" Jerry agreed. "Unless it's really hot and there's nothing good on TV..."

"Good luck with that!" Tommy snorted. "Dad took my pills! We'll have to get more if we wanna shrink again!"

"So?" Jerry shrugged. "We'll get more. Mom sent us to the store anyway. We'll just buy some with the rest of the groceries."

"Make sure to take them out of the bag before giving it to your mom," Tommy cautioned. "In fact, you better keep 'em at your house."

Jerry demurred. "I dunno. My dad was pretty sore about it."

"That makes three of us," Tommy grumbled.

"He said the next time he caught me, he'd..."

That's when they spotted the old fountain in the distance. Their jaws dropped and their eyes widened. Then they heard the tiny, high-pitched, oddly familiar sounding voices squealing and squeaking in the distance. 

"Do you..."

"No way..."

"Did you see..."

"No WAY!"

They looked at each other, then looked back at the fountain again, climbing down off their bikes and creeping across the grass for a better view.

"It CAN'T be..."

Shocked grins spread across their faces as they spied two tiny nude preadolescent boys splashing merrily away. The water wasn't deep, even for them; it only reached to just over their knees. The two dark-haired mites sported and dived, flashing the whitest little bare asses Jerry and Tommy had ever seen.

"Oh my gosh! It's our DADS!"

"They took our pills! Now they're shrunk and skinny-dipping in the park fountain!"

The two just pubescent boys struggled not to laugh too loud at the sight of their now prepubescent, stark naked and shrunken dads. 

"Oh my GOSH! Lookit the little squirts!"

Tommy's dad laughed and splashed, his little boy tummy expanding and contracting, framed by the outline of his ribcage under his pint-sized pink nipples. Jerry's dad leapt and dove, his utterly hairless peen almost too tiny to be seen under his outie belly button. They had no idea they were being watched by their smirking sons. A decorative cherub perched on top of the fountain peered down with a chiseled smile. It was hard to tell whether he was amused by the situation or by the sight of two bare behinds even smaller and paler than his own. 

"Why, those little hypocrites!"

Just then, they heard a gaggle of girls roller skating along the path. Jerry and Tommy knew some of them from school but most were a bit younger than the two of them. And they were headed straight toward the fountain. 

"Ohhhhh..." Tommy flashed a lopsided smile. "This is gonna be GOOOOOD..."

The diminished dads heard the girls too. Blanching, they quickly ducked down, their tousled little heads peeking over the ridge of the fountain, their teensy, protruding pasty-white behinds peeking out half-submerged in the water. 

"What are THEY doing here?" One tiny little voice whispered urgently. "You said nobody ever comes to the park at this hour on a Saturday!"

"I don't know!" The other flustered voice squeaked back. "I guess they decided to get an early start! Just keep quiet and maybe they won't see us!"

Tommy and Jerry propped their bikes against a tree and quietly watched the two mortified midgets squirm. The hunched over little boys' spines were visible under their bare skin.  Soon, goosebumps formed along those spines, traveling downward to  dot each tiny white cheek. 

As luck would have it, the girls chose to stop at the park bench by the fountain and have a little break. They drank pop and chatted and hung out while the tiny boys stayed crouched and motionless, praying they wouldn't be discovered. And while they were doing that, their sons spotted and gathered up their discarded clothing, loading it into the wire baskets of their bikes. 

And just then, little Timmy Tompkins wandered over. Peeking over the rim of the fountain, he spotted the now much littler Rick and Ward. 

All three boys' eyes widened. It took Timmy a moment or two to recognize the two fathers in their current reduced circumstances but when he did, a mischievous smile spread across his face. He'd had quite a few run-ins with the two of them before, and had even been spanked by one or the other on not a few occasions. Now the tables had turned and the two were at his mercy. 

The tiny, red-faced boys stared daggers up at the gloating boy, mouthing for him to go away and indicating dire consequences should he refuse. Their bare behinds gleaming half-submerged in the water, however, undercut any attempt at authority, as did the beads of nervous perspiration dotting their foreheads. 

"You just get out of here!" Rick hissed up at the bemused boy.

"Go away, you rotten..." Ward growled through clenched teeth. 

Timmy noted the girls only a few feet away from the naked and mortified boys. Nonchalantly, he strolled around the fountain until he was behind the increasingly anxious mites. 

With a gleeful grin, he reached down and with thumb and forefinger flicked Rick's exposed backside.

"YEEEEEOOOOOOW!"

Shooting straight up, Rick clutched his stinging posterior, his wee willie barely big enough to waggle up and down. Blushing furiously, he switched his hands from back to front, covering himself, and crouching back down again. Fortunately, the girls didn't seem to have noticed him. 

So Timmy tried again, this time with Ward. 

"OOOOOOOOO!"

Again, same reaction: Clutch rear, cover privates, crouch down again and reluctantly provide the same vulnerable target.

"WHOOP!"

"OH!"

"YEEP!"

"WHOAH!"

The girls remained uninterested. Finally, one of them glanced over.

"What's that kid doing?"

"I dunno. Playing with frogs or something, I guess..."

In the fountain, two pink and fuming frogs rubbed their stinging rumps, glaring murderously up at the amused kid. 

"You're going to PAY for this!" The tiny Rick vowed, his scrawny, hairless chest heaving. "You just wait!"

Presently, Timmy grew bored with the flicking. Instead, he picked up a blade of grass from the ground and set to work tickling the two tiny bottoms instead.

Ward's eyes nearly bulged out of his skull as he felt the blade run up and down his crack, then across each cheek in turn. He wiggled his hips, biting his lower lip.

"WOOHOOHOO..."

Rick clamped his hand over Ward's mouth to keep him from laughing. Then the blade went to work on his exposed rear as well.

"YEEHEEHEE..."

Ward returned the favor, slapping his hand over Rick's mouth. 

The two boys remained in this odd embrace, hands over each others' faces, as the blade of grass in Timmy's nimble fingers switched from one wiggling bum to another, tickling them mercilessly. Eyes filling with tears, they watched anxiously until the girls finally packed up and went away.

"Okay, little fellas," Timmy mockingly told them. "They're gone! You can stand up now!"

Quickly, the two blushing boys uncoupled, taking their hands from each other's face and seizing their own behinds instead. Bounding onto the concrete ridge of the fountain they frenetically launched into two of the most frantic hulas imaginable, feet stamping, heads jerking, the residue of the tickling still tortured their diminutive derrieres.  

"YAAHAAHOOOHOOYEEHEEHOOHOOWHAHAHEEHEEYAAHOOHOOHEEHAH!"

For a moment, Timmy stood there enjoying the show. Then, seeing Jerry and Tommy coming, he fled. The wildly gyrating dads were too preoccupied to even notice. 

The two sons grinned at the spectacle of their uptight, usually dignified fathers reduced to wiggling little boys. Then, nodding to one another, they bent down to flick the tiny boys' bare behinds.

"YOOOOOOOOW!"

The two turned around to see their gigantic, smirking sons towering over them. 

"Hi, Dad!"

"WHUH-WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA?" Rick squeaked up at Tommy, his freckled little face reddening. Still covering his puny privates with one hand, he reached back with the other to rub his still stinging backside. 

"BLAST IT!" A red-faced, white cheeked Ward shouted up at an amused Jimmy. "YOU WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE!"

"YEAH!" Rick's pale little chest heaved with indignation. "AFTER ALL, WE'RE STILL YOUR FATHERS!"

"Not right now!" Jerry replied, still smiling. "At the moment, you're younger and littler than we are! A LOT littler!"

"And you know the rules about taking shrink pills and skinny-dipping on someone else's property!" Tommy added. "And what happens to little boys who do!"

The two diminished and definitely demoted dads' no-longer granite jaws trembled. Rick's eyes widened in shock as Ward swallowed hard.

"YOU... YOU'D BETTER NOT!" The boys smirked down at the tiny naked child shouting up them, his preadolescent boyhood waggling like a scolding finger. "I'M WARNING YOU! YOU... YOU... YOU..."

Moments later, both Jerry and Tommy were seated quite... gingerly on a nearby park bench. And their kicking, squirming, squalling little fathers were pinned over their knees, howling indignantly with each swat to their quickly reddening bare behinds.

WHACK!

"OW!"

WHACK!

"OOO!"

WHACK!

"YOW!"

WHACK!

"EEEYOW! DAMN IT!" Rick shouted up at his giant son. "THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"

"Are you kidding? It's a crack-up!" Tommy snickered. "Two of them, in fact!"

The spanked dads' little faces also quickly reddened as a crowd of neighbors clustered to watch, nudging one another and chuckling at the spectacle. 

"Well, that's one way to get a tan back there!"

"Hey, Ward! Looks like you've come down in the world!"

"Feeling a little small, Rick?"

One of the girls stared with delight. "Gosh! Is it really them?" She giggled. "They're so CUTE!"

Tommy contemplated the juvenile upturned buttocks of his pint-sized father, which jiggled with every swat like a plate of Cherry Jello. "Wow! I wonder how long it's been since these guys were on this end of a bare bottom spanking!"

Jerry snickered, watching his puny dad's shining red rump shift painfully from side to side. "And I wonder how long it's been since their ends were on this end of a bare bottom spanking!"

The utterly humiliated doll-sized dads' fists beat their sons' pantlegs futilely. Their little mouths opened to shout a threat or an expletive or something. But what came out was a miserable wail.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Squirming free, the miniature mites ran through the maze of gigantic feet stark naked, blazing like hot coals on both ends.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

They fled, their little red bottoms bouncing and wiggling, glowing like incandescent bulbs as they ran down the jogging path, howling all the way. 

Mister Duffy watched them run past. "Howdy, gentlemen! Looks like your sons turned the other cheek, so to speak!" He chuckled. "Looks like all four of you are gonna be sleeping on your stomachs for awhile!"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Some of the crowd followed, still amused. Others just wandered off. Presently, the crowd dispersed and Tommy and Jerry were alone again. 

"Boy, will they be mad when they get back to normal!"

"Ah, our moms'll put them in their place!" Jerry smiled. "They might even spank them too!"

"And I got my pills back!" Tommy held up the bottle. 

"Yeah! And it's still pretty hot..." Jerry looked around. "And nobody's around..."

Presently, two more sets of clothes joined the others in the bike rack. And two more tiny boys splashed in the water fountain. 

"Boy!" Jerry giggled, looking at his friend's naked rear. "Your butt's almost as red as our dads'!"

"Don't remind me!" Tommy snapped. "Anyway, yours is plenty red too!" 

Indeed, the boys' rumps were so red, it was surprising the water didn't boil on contact with them. They wiggled and jiggled as the boys sported in the water. 

"I just hope those girls don't come back!" Tommy peered off into the distance. 

"Ah, don't worry about it!" Jerry assured him. "Nobody's gonna... WOOHAHOOHOOHOO!"

"Huh-Hey! WEEHEEHEEHOOHAHHEE!"

Gulping, the two boys looked over their shoulders at the now gigantic to them Timmy Tompkins.

"Hiya, guys!"

The boys winced. "H-H-Hi, Timmy..."

Timmy  wielded his freshly plucked blade of grass mercilessly,  tickling the bare bottoms of the two older but now much smaller boys. 

"YAHAHOOHEEHOOHAHA!"

"WHAHAHOOHEEHOOHAH!"

Blushing furiously, the two boys looked at one another,  tears filling their tiny eyes.

"Oh, MAN..."

Crossing their arms over their chests, they morosely resigned themselves to their fate. The grass blade ran up and down their tiny cracks.

"WOOHOOHOOHEEHOOHAHOOHEEYEEHOOHAH!"

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