The Flintstones - Barney/Fred
Fred grimaced as he settled himself over his best friend's lap.
From above, he heard the familiar chuckle. "Seems like you find yourself here more and more often, huh Fred?"
"Yeah yeah, just get it over with, Barney," he snapped.
It was true though. He'd been over Barney's knee twice just in the last month. Now he was back again, thanks to another one of his hare-brained schemes. He'd planned to—well, the details didn't really matter anymore. Suffice to say it hadn't worked out. Now Wilma wouldn't let him back in the house until he'd taken some discipline, and Mr. Slate wouldn't let him back to work at the Bedrock Rock Quarry until likewise. He'd be showing both of them his red butt later. It'd be almost embarrassing, if it wasn't something he'd done so often already.
Maybe that was something he should ponder while receiving his just desserts.
He felt Barney pat his broad rump with that easy familiarity only years of friendship could bring, then dish out the first swat. Fred winced. Barney had strong, calloused hands from his work at the quarry. He wasn't the hardest spanker in Bedrock by a mile (that honor belonged to either Fred's spooky neighbor Frank Frankenstone—the less said of which the better—or Sergeant Boulder at the local police department; Fred had felt both their palms before and judged it to be a toss-up) but he got the job done. Barney got into a nice, easy rhythm, laying down smack after smack and letting the burn build up slowly. In many ways Barney could be called lazy, but not when it came to giving a spanking. In those cases he never minded taking his time and making sure the job got done good and properly.
"Ya know, Fred," he said conversationally, "If you want my advice—"
"I don't," Fred snapped.
Barney chuckled. "Well you're not exactly in a position to refuse. Now as I was saying, if you want my advice—"
"Yee-OUCH!" Fred yelped as he received a hard wallop just as he'd been about to protest again.
"—you'll take it easy for awhile. You've got most of Bedrock annoyed with ya these days because you keep coming up with these get-rich-quick plans, and they keep blowin' up in your face. I've been involved in my share of 'em too, and while I don't mind bending over to take my licks with ya when I've got 'em coming, it's still all a bit juvenile, huh?"
Fred grunted as his backside received another swat. He couldn't exactly argue that last point in the position he was in. "Maybe you're right, Barney," he admitted. "Maybe I should—nngh—settle down a little. I'm a grown man with a—aahhh!—beautiful wife and daughter. It is a bit—nngh!—humiliating to still get punished like this."
His best friend nodded sagely. "That's right, Fred. And you know what's even more humiliating?"
"What?"
"To get punished like this!"
In a flash he pulled Fred's orange and black-spotted fur tunic off. It was easy to do, especially since all Bedrock men wore basically identical outfits. That left Fred in nothing but his buff and brawny birthday suit, his pinkened cheeks mooning the cave-house's ceiling.
"Now hey, c'mon Barney! You don't gotta do it on the bare!" Fred shouted.
"Sorry Fred." Barney tossed his tunic in a corner. "I promised Wilma after last time that all the rest of your spankings would be given like this. Hey, one more reason to keep out of trouble, huh?"
His contrite advice could have almost sounded genuine, if it hadn't been accompanied by that trademark chuckle.
Barney swung down good and hard again, and this time Fred couldn't keep from letting out a loud yelp from the sting. He started to kick his bare feet as his best pal laid into him. Slap after slap met Fred's round, hefty cheeks as the man bucked, wiggled and squirmed. Barney just wrapped a friendly arm around his waist and kept going. He never minded helping Fred out at times like this, even if Fred didn't enjoy it very much.
"OOOH, OKAY BARNEY! I'VE—AAAAHHH—LEARNED MY LESSON NOW! I'LL BE GOOD, OKAY? YEEEEE-OOOWWWWW!!"
"I know you will, Fred," Barney chuckled. "At least 'til you can sit again."
When he'd finally judged his pal to be back on the path to good character, Barney got out his secret weapon. He rubbed it on Fred's swollen bottom, making sure he could tell what it was.
Fred's eyes grew wide as he looked over his shoulder and saw Barney holding a pre-historic flatfish (scientific name: Amphistium Paradoxum to be precise) by the tail, the same kind they sometimes used on each other in initiation ceremonies in the Loyal Order of Water Buffaloes. The short, spiky texture of its scales made it even more effective as a paddle than the usual wooden kind.
"Aw, no Barney! You don't haveta use that on me, you've spanked me enough!" Fred quailed.
"Just five good licks, okay pal? Then we'll call it square," Barney soothed him. He raised the paddle high over his head. Fred winced and prepared himself.
Right before getting planted face-first into Fred Flintstone's round, hairy ass, the Amphistium fish looked directly at the camera. "Eh," it said, "it's a living."