Bath Time for Martin

Little English Boy

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Each chapter is told from one of the characters' point of view.

Bath Time for Martin – 1: Martin’s Story

My best friend Paul was sleeping over for the weekend. We had both recently had our 13th birthday, so were officially teenagers. My 9 year old sister Debbie had her best friend staying too. Lucy was always horrible to me, and I did my best to avoid her. As mum was away on business for a few days, we were all being looked after by a 16 year old sitter, Lisa. Sunday afternoon we had a football match and got back starving. After scoffing our tea, we went off to watch TV in the den. Lisa entered and turned to me.

“Your mother told me to make sure you boys had a proper bath tonight, so go up and get undressed. I will fetch the towels and be right with you.”

With my natural modesty, I was mortified that she would see my private parts, but Lisa was my elder so I could say nothing. Paul got straight up and I hesitatingly followed. On reaching the door, there were Debbie and Lucy.

“I have to bath these two boys. Could you girls spare the time to give me a hand?”

They were both so casual as they agreed to help. Lucy gave me an evil grin. I was shocked but Paul clearly was not.

“This could be fun.”

I had only removed my slippers and socks when the girls strode into the bathroom. Lisa ran the water, then called me across. She perched on the toilet and brusquely began to get me undressed, hauling my t-shirt off as she leant over to tell Paul to hurry up. Then my trousers were unzipped and yanked down, Lisa not caring Debbie and Lucy were seeing me in my underwear.

A shirtless Paul gave them a big smile as he put both thumbs inside his underpants and shorts, to push them right down and off. He stood up, hands on hips, striking a casual pose facing the girls. I had not seen him naked before and gawped at his genitals. Curly black hair surrounded a dangling circumcised penis. It was huge, some 5” long by 1½” wide, with a big purple head. His hairy scrotum hung loosely below holding two large testicles. He beamed at the girls as that monster began to rise. Lisa smiled at Paul as she reached for my last piece of cover.

Anxiously I glanced back at Debbie and Lucy, praying Lisa would ask them to leave. The girls met my eyes just as I felt a downward tug. With widening grins, their gaze dropped to my now exposed bottom. Lisa had me stark naked in front of my little sister and that brat!

I must have been red as a beetroot, but she was oblivious to my embarrassment. Being alongside Paul, my anxiety level rose even higher as I was now very worried how I measured up. I had yet to start puberty so was still hairless. My 1½” immature penis came to a point of loose skin with a taut little sac below. Paul might not mind being on full view to the girls, but I sure did! I whipped my hands in front but Lisa smacked them away

“Don’t be silly, you’ve got nothing we haven’t all seen before. Put your hands by your side.”

What was she on about? They had never seen my privates and I didn’t want the girls seeing them now, especially not beside Paul’s when mine looked like I was still a 5-year-old. Snapping my hands back I began to protest. In an instant I was staring at the floor as Lisa unceremoniously dumped me across her knee.

“You need to be taught to do as you are told.”

All I wanted was some privacy, but to Lisa I was just a naughty little boy who was about to have his bottom smacked.

I could see the girls grinning from ear to ear in anticipation of seeing me get a spanking. I’d have to endure their incessant giggling as Lisa smacks my bottom. Why do little girls always giggle? Even more indignity, since Paul will be watching as I am spanked like a little kid. Oh my God, what if Lisa doesn’t stop until she has me crying in front of them. I would be totally humiliated. It then became so much worse.

“You girls can help discipline these boys. Girls must be firm when teaching boys to do as they are told. Give this naughty boy’s bare bottom a thorough spanking. You first Lucy.”

How could bath time have spiralled out of control like this? I was a teenage boy held naked over the babysitter’s knee and my little sister and her brat of a friend had just been told to give my bare bottom a thorough spanking, all whilst my best friend looked on! This could not be happening, it had to be some horrid dream.

Lucy approached and her hand began to explore my bare bottom. Girls should not be touching me there. She bent down to whisper sympathetically.

“I’m very sorry, but I’ve been told to spank your bottom as a lesson. I have to do as I am told, but will try to be as gentle as I can...”

As Lucy tapped my left cheek lightly, I let out a sigh of relief. She then came down full force on my right cheek – smack. Yeeeowww that stung! That hateful girl continued with venom.

“...NOT! Your bare bottom is going to be set on fire and you will soon be blubbing like a little baby.”

This was not some nasty dream. I was wide awake and really was getting spanked by Lucy! My worst nightmare was as nothing to this. Regretting how often I had told her she was an obnoxious brat, I panicked and struggled to get free.

Lisa gripped me harder and turned to Debbie.

“Grab this naughty boy’s arms and hold tight.”

She did as she was told, kneeling in front of me to pin my arms down, her smirk just a few inches from my face. Lucy resumed my spanking – smack. Debbie giggled as I stifled my natural shriek at the pain and just grunted. Lucy might not realise how much that had hurt, but Debbie saw my face and knew.

Spank after spank rained down and my bottom was red hot when the girls swapped over.

My little sister smacked even harder and I was near to breaking point as she stepped up a gear with a verbal lesson. Lucy giggled as Debbie emphasised each angry word with a powerful whack on my bottom.

“You – smack – will – smack – do – smack – as – smack – you – smack – are – smack – told – smack. DO – SMACK – I – SMACK – MAKE – SMACK – THAT – SMACK – CLEAR? – SMACK”

Debbie yelled her final words, really laying on the spanks. I had not cried, but it was close. I heard Lisa’s voice.

“Now boy, will you do as you are told?”

Debbie’s spanking had taken my breath away so I was unable to respond straight away.

“He needs another lesson. Use his slipper so your hands don’t get sore, and spank this naughty boy’s bottom very much harder. He must learn to do as he is told.”

I knew I was really going to feel that deep patterned rubber sole of my Vans slippers. As I recovered my breath I shrieked

“I will do as I am told Lisa. The girls don’t need to spank me anymore.”

Too late.

“I decide when you don’t need spanking. You must answer me immediately, not when it suits you. Debbie and Lucy, use this naughty boy’s own slipper to teach him to do as he is told. Give him six whacks each, and really bring them down hard on his bare bottom so he feels every single spank. You boy will say the number out loud after each one.”

My little sister and the brat practiced their grip, whipping my Vans through the air right in front of me. Their spanking had already got me so close to tears and the horror dawned that using my slipper could not fail to push me over the edge. The girls looked so smug as they saw my growing terror, but why was Paul smiling?

Debbie gripped my arms, her stare boring into my eyes as Lucy’s warm hand pressed down just above my bare bottom. A second later I heard my Vans whistle through the air. Oh God, this was going to hurt. It struck hard with an almighty whop. My already sore bottom erupted in flames, and Debbie had a huge smirk as I let out an agonised screech right in her face. I turned my head to look up at Lisa and squealed

“Please stop. My slipper really hurt. I promise I will do as I am told Lisa. Pleeeeeease.”

It was my little sister who dismissed the plea.

“A spanking is meant to hurt. Naughty boys have to be taught to do as they are told.”

Lisa nodded at Lucy to continue, who giggled.

“What number was that?”

I groaned

“One.”

She stepped up the taunts.

“How many more spanks do we have to give your sore red bottom?”

Lucy knew from my fearful reply that my shame could not be far off.

“Eleven more.”

“We have indeed, and here comes the next.”

Debbie smirked again as I gave another shriek. My slippering continued and the hurt built up, my voice betraying the distress I was in. Lucy wielded my Vans for the fourth time when the pain and ignominy was too great and her forecast came true. With my best friend watching, I began to bawl. Two 9 year old girls had inflicted total humiliation on a teenage boy.

Debbie was delighted Lucy had me crying. My howling increased with her last two spanks, and I was now wildly kicking my legs like a hysterical first grader, hoping my only possible movement might lessen that blaze in my rear. I begged her to stop, sobbing promises that I would be good and do as I was told. I should have known the brat would ignore me, as she repeated her taunts and waited for me to admit how many more spanks they had to give me. There was a brief respite as she swapped over for Debbie’s turn with my slipper. Lucy gazed into my eyes and mocked

“Aah, is da widdle baby cwying cos he got a sore botty?”

I had not felt Debbie’s hand on my back so thought I had a few more seconds breather. Lucy then sniggered.

“It’s gonna get sorer”

Suddenly my little sister landed the slipper on my bottom with both hands, right by the top of my legs. The room echoed with my scream as both legs jerked wildly and the tears gushed out. Lucy giggled away. I had always been kind and looked out for my little sister, so why was she being so harsh? I blubbed increasingly frantic pleas and promises to Debbie, but she just waited for my answer to her taunts. This continued to the last slipper.

“What number was that you little cry baby?”

I could barely get out my response.

“Speak up! Don’t mumble boy!”

She whacked me again to more giggles from Lucy as I shrieked my reply.

“Twelve”

I pleaded with Debbie, but to no avail as she shoved the slipper in my face

“Any more arguing from you boy and your sore red bottom will get more of this!”

My dread was obvious.

“Please not my slipper. Pleeeeease.”

My little sister painfully yanked my head up by my hair and forced me to look into her angry face.

“Is the cry baby going to do as he is told now?”

I sobbed my answer.

“I promise that I will do as I am told.”

Debbie was ecstatic as she let out a triumphal cry.

“Yes!”

Lisa pulled a crushed and bawling teenager to his feet. My humiliation was total as through flooded eyes I watched Paul and the girls view the immaturity I had tried to hide. Lisa shook me forcefully

“Any more trouble from you and it will be me doing the spanking. That you will never forget. Do you want it now?”

Terrified she was also going to spank my blazing bottom, I lost control of my bladder as a warm trickle ran down my leg onto the floor. I could not help it, but Lisa was disgusted.

“Dirty little boy!”

She squeezed my penis to stop the flow, then tugged it to get me closer to the toilet. Lisa told Paul to fetch a cloth and mop up my puddle, but he must have been slow as I heard my little sister yell at him.

“Do as you’re told!”

The whop of slipper on bare behind was instantly followed by Paul’s shriek. Lisa smiled at Debbie, then turned to me.

“Quick boy, lift the lid.”

I did as I was told.

The girls stared intently as Lisa eased her grip, aiming my yellow arc into the bowl. Boys shouldn’t have to do this private act in front of girls. Lisa piled on more humiliation as I finished.

“Debbie, get some toilet paper to clean up this naughty boy. Just squeeze along it, a quick shake, then wipe the end.”

I felt like the five-year-old my genitals implied as my little sister used her finger and thumb to grip my undeveloped penis and did as she was told. She looked up at me, but I could not meet her eyes.

Lisa turned to Paul.

“Do you need to go too?”

“Err, I think I do now.”

Paul moved up to the toilet rubbing that imprint of my Vans glowing red across his bottom - my little sister’s handiwork. He was taken aback when Debbie seized his huge penis to point it at the bowl. When he finished, she repeated her cleansing routine on him, and he just mumbled.

“Thanks.”

Lisa put my hands on my head.

“Have you calmed down now?”

I just nodded. She turned me to the girls, whose eyes went straight between my legs.

“Having to punish a boy is not nice. You will apologise to Debbie and Lucy for being so naughty, and thank them for spanking your bottom to teach you to do as you’re told.”

I had just been trying to protect my modesty, but the only option now was to do as I was told. I stood naked before these smirking girls and recited my apology for being so naughty, then thanked them for spanking my bottom as if they had done me a big favour.

“Now, do as you’re told. Go stand by Paul.”

Lisa turned to him

“Are you going to do as you’re told?”

Paul was nervous.

“Yes ma’am.”

“See that you do. Put your hands on your head. Now!”

She gave us both a sharp order.

“You boys. Feet well apart! Jump to it!”

We snapped our legs open instantly. I was naked and on full display to my little sister and her brat of a friend as they just stared at my immature genitalia. There was nowhere to hide.

“If these naughty boys give any more trouble you girls have my permission to spank them hard.”

Debbie let us know who was now in charge of our discipline.

“I assume you boys don’t want even sorer red bottoms, so I suggest you do as you’re told.”

My little sister and the brat tapped a slipper on their palms, to reinforce the warning.

Paul and I were nervous and silent as these 9 year old girls giggled their heads off at the sight of two naked teenage boys on show in front of them. Paul was only a month older than me, and we were of similar height and build, but as we stood side by side it was obvious to the girls that in the area which defined our very manhood we were so different.

They were wide-eyed as they gawked at our dissimilar genitalia. Debbie looked puzzled as she shifted her gaze from Paul’s monster to my small package. I had no claim to be her ‘big’ brother any more. I felt my face burn as the brat pointed between my legs.

“He has such tiny boy bits.”

She turned to Lisa.

“Why has Paul got all that hair and why is it so big compared to his. It also looks different to that little thing.”

Lisa moved between us and used our now very public parts to explain the anatomy of boys to the eager girls. She gripped my dick with finger and thumb and wiggled it, then lifted it up.

“This boy bit is called a penis and the sac below is the scrotum.”

She put a finger under my balls and jiggled it so the girls could see them move about.

“The scrotum contains these two testicles. The penis, scrotum and testicles are collectively known as a boy’s genitals.”

Lisa stroked Paul’s pubes.

“Hair grows here during puberty, which is when the genitals of boys develop and they become adult.”

She lifted his monster up for the girls

“Paul has already gone through puberty and has this very large adult penis with these big testicles. It looks different because Paul has been circumcised, a procedure carried out on many baby boys to cut off the loose skin around the penis.”

She drew the girls back to my penis, tugging on my foreskin to reveal the head.

“Now I have pulled this boy’s loose skin right back, you can see his penis looks the same as Paul’s, but so much smaller. He hasn’t started puberty so these are the genitals of a little boy. They will get bigger when he grows up.”

I hung my head as Lisa’s fingers held the confirmation that this naked teenager standing before them was still a little boy who had yet to grow up. There was more humiliation as Paul’s monster had now become fully erect, some 8” long. Staring openly at my immaturity, he looked so smug. The girls’ eyes flicked between our now even more unequal genitalia, as Lucy squealed in delight.

“Paul’s penis has got huge and is sticking right up.”

Debbie asked why, and Lisa told her that when a boy gets naked it was quite normal for his penis to grow and get hard. She said it is properly known as an erection but boys call it a stiffy or a boner. I went crimson as Lucy pointed.

“The little boy hasn’t. His tiny penis is still floppy”

Lisa told us to get in the bath. As I stepped in Lucy spoke to Debbie.

“His bottom is so red where we had to spank him. I hope the little boy is naughty again as it was fun making him cry.”

We sat down in the water, which wasn’t so bad because at least the soapy water covered my undeveloped genitals. The three were kneeling at the side of the tub as Lisa washed our hair with the girls as her helpers. Paul’s erection was poking up out of the water when a large blob of foam landed on the end. He smiled at Lucy as she grasped it with one hand, to wipe the foam off with the other.

I received my orders from Lisa.

“Stand up with your hands on your head and feet well apart, so you can be washed all over.”

My bottom was still stinging and I wasn’t going to argue. Yet again my immaturity was on display, now just a few inches in front of the girls’ faces. Lisa said to them.

“I’ll wash his back, you two do his front”.

This was utter humiliation, as she had given my little sister and the brat permission to handle my most intimate parts as much as they wanted. If I objected the girls would just spank me again. There were those damn giggles as Debbie stood up to soap my shoulders, with Lucy starting below my knees. Their amusement increased as they homed in on my privates. When they met, they both thoroughly washed between my legs, giggling their heads off as my bits bobbed around in their soapy hands.

The girls were oblivious to my embarrassment, but my little sister finally said to Lisa that they were finished, so at least it was now all over. Lisa was resting on the toilet.

“I left washing this little boy’s bottom so I can show you how to clean it properly.”

She ordered me to turn round, bend over and hold my cheeks apart for inspection. I hesitated, but my little sister whacked my Vans across an already wet bottom to remind me who was in charge and I had to comply. As if the humiliation of displaying this most private place to the girls was not enough, I heard Debbie say it did not look very clean. Lisa told her that little boys are not good at wiping their bottoms and in future I was to let my little sister check it after every poop, so she could see I was clean.

Lisa told the girls to soap their hands, especially the middle finger, which she told them to push in my hole and swirl around to clean inside. I grunted as my little sister forced her finger past my resistance, then repeatedly pushed it in. When it was the brat’s turn she kept ramming her finger right in and wiggling it around, giggling every time I squealed helplessly at her intrusion.

Lisa pulled me back up and turned me round.

“Did you clean under the little boy’s foreskin?”

The girls did not know what she meant.

“Unlike Paul, this little boy still has all the skin on his penis, which is known as his foreskin. You need to clean under a little boy’s foreskin so he does not get an infection there.”

She tried to show them, but my penis was soapy and kept slipping out of her hand.

“This little boy has almost nothing to get hold of.”

Lisa scolded as she glared into my eyes and towelled my genitals dry. She grabbed my sore bottom to steady me before snatching back the foreskin. This goes completely over the glans and is quite tight, so when pulled back quickly the darker glans suddenly pops out of its pale cover. Debbie and Lucy giggled at this and both wanted to try.

“Wash most thoroughly under there.”

Lucy kept pulling on my foreskin to make the glans pop out, and then my little sister had her turn. I had to suffer this humiliation and their incessant giggling every time it emerged.

Lisa saw what they were doing, but made no attempt to get them to continue with my bath. Emboldened, the girls took this opportunity to check out my private parts in detail. Lucy pulled back the foreskin as far as it went.

“The little boy’s penis looks just like Paul’s now, but it is ever so much tinier of course.”

She used her fingers to feel all over my penis and glans, even inspecting the hole of my urethra, before cradling my scrotum and feeling each of my immature testicles. Then it was Debbie’s turn to explore my genitals. She pulled on my penis before squeezing my testicles together tightly, which made me yelp in pain. Lisa spoke sharply.

“Is the little boy giving any trouble? You know what to do if he is naughty.”

Fortunately for me, Debbie said I was not giving her any trouble and Lisa left it at that, obviously happy to let these little girls continue their intimate inspection of a naked teenage boy.

Yet more humiliation from the girls’ attention, as my immature penis became erect, but only a thin 2½ inches. Lucy squealed

“Look at the little boy’s stiffy. It is so very small!”

The girls both gripped it and said how different it felt. My little sister looked puzzled.

“What makes it go hard?”

Lisa explained that the body pumps blood into it, rather like blowing up a balloon.

“If you watch his erection you can see it pulsing in time with his heart beat.”

As I stared blankly ahead, they checked between my legs and giggled as my penis bobbed up and down. Lucy then grabbed my stiff penis again and I yelped as she tried to bend it back down. Lisa said nothing, simply telling her to ensure she did a good job of washing me there. Lucy was still intrigued by my foreskin which, even as I was hard, almost completely covered the head. She used her soapy hands to keep making the glans pop out as she washed my tiny erection. With Lucy’s continuing, but apparently innocent, stimulation, a feeling built up which was to become very familiar to me, but was then unknown. I was bothered that something was wrong.

“Please stop Lucy.”

She snapped back at me.

“Don’t argue little boy, I have to wash you.”

I tried to explain but Lucy ordered me to turn round and bend over. Lisa had already given the girls permission, so I had no option but to comply.

“Little boys can be very naughty and will not do as they are told. Miss Slipper is going to say hello to Mister Bare Bottom with six big kisses.”

She giggled at her own joke as she held on to my tiny erection and laid into me. I gritted my teeth so she would not get the pleasure of making me cry. Finally she stopped.

“Are you going to let me wash you, or are you going to argue with me?”

I was so relieved at not crying that I failed to spot the trap in her question.

“Yes Lucy.”

“So, you are going to argue with me.”

“I meant yes, I was going to let you wash me”

Lucy ignored me and spanked me again. The pain was now too great and I could not stop bawling.

“Are you going to let me wash you, or are you going to argue with me?”

I sobbed my reply.

“You may wash me, and I will not argue with you.”

“That’s better, little boy. Now stand up and turn around. Put your hands on your head and feet apart so I can carry on washing you.”

I turned round wiping my eyes, and saw Lucy with a look of satisfaction.

“Let that be a lesson. Little boys are not to argue with girls. One more word and I shall have you crying again.”

With that, she grabbed my now soft penis. To reinforce the power she had over me, she looked straight in my eyes as she roughly tugged my foreskin back with her fingers and vigorously soaped my genitals. She then soaped her fingers and started to yank my foreskin backwards and forwards and squeezed my little sac even harder than Debbie had. As Lucy stared into my eyes, she could see all this was hurting me, but knew I dare not say anything.

She speeded up her efforts as I got an erection. My penis was red raw when that odd feeling returned, but I could not tell her to stop. As a massive dry orgasm overwhelmed me, my knees gave way. Lucy laughed as I fell back into the bath water onto my sore bottom.

“All done now.”

That was my very first orgasm, and had come about by being jacked off by my little sister’s brat of a friend, as my sister looked on! The one saving grace was that I was unable to ejaculate, so they may have just thought I slipped.

Lisa then told Paul to stand up with hands on head and feet apart, to go through the same humiliation. I don’t think he saw it that way, since he was smiling and still had that monster erection. She turned to the girls.

“You two know how to bath a boy now, so I’ll just supervise.”

The girls’ hands were all over his body as Paul got the full treatment, and the three of them were clearly enjoying it. They ended up between his legs and both took turns inspecting every inch of his erect penis and testicles. Lucy soaped it all over.

“I have to use both hands to wash Paul’s penis it is so big.”

Debbie took her turn washing Paul’s erection when he gave out a series of groans accompanied by ten large spurts of some white stuff from his penis. At that time I had never seen a penis squirt and was as startled as Debbie at what happened. She tried unsuccessfully to hold on to Paul’s convulsing soapy penis, but it went all over her and Lucy.

“Stop it, Debbie.”

Lucy clearly held my sister responsible as she squealed at Lisa.

“There is white sticky stuff squirting out of Paul’s penis. What do we do Lisa?”

The main force was now spent, and it just dribbled out. Lisa was laughing at the sight of this stuff dripping down their shocked faces. She explained that the sticky stuff was semen, which a stiff penis squirts out when it is rubbed, a process known as an ejaculation. She told them to wipe it off, and then clean Paul up. The girls ran their fingers through the semen on their faces and tasted it, apparently with approval as they picked up some more from his now soft penis and both licked it off their fingers. Debbie cleaned up Paul’s genitals and I saw her give him a big smile as his erection returned. He beamed back at her in obvious delight.

Lucy looked at me, then Lisa.

“Why didn’t the little boy squirt?”

“Little boys cannot produce semen. Only after the genitals grow and become adult are they capable of ejaculation.”

She said it was time to get out and be dried. The cool water had affected my penis. As I got up and stepped out, Lucy pointed at me.

“Look at the little boy’s penis, it has shrunk to almost nothing.”

I went red as they all stared between my legs.

Lisa was still sitting on the toilet when she picked up the towel and began to dry my back, so once more I was on full display. Without turning me round she dried my front, particularly under my foreskin, turning my 5-year-old’s dick into that mini-boner. I looked across to Paul and saw his penis was now also completely stiff. He was grinning from ear to ear as he allowed the girls to dry him off all over. I caught Debbie’s eye, and she had the biggest smile I have ever seen as she dried that flagpole between his legs!

Paul and I were then told they had finished. I desperately wanted to put my pyjamas on to cover up. With my tiny erection sticking out, I ran past the girls to get dressed, but Lisa called me back.

“I’m not quite done with you.”

My friend was in no hurry to hide his nakedness, as he just sauntered back to my room. Lisa turned to Debbie and Lucy and grinned.

“You girls can go and help Paul. He might like assistance getting dressed, or perhaps with something else. Take that box of tissues, just in case.”

They grinned back and ran after him.

Lisa made me stand there naked whilst she rinsed the bath. When she had finished she turned to me.

“Bend over and touch your toes.”

I had no idea what I had done to deserve more punishment, but had to do as I was told.

“Why do you think I am going to punish you again?”

“I don’t know, Lisa. I thought I had done everything you asked.”

“You have indeed, including bending over and touching your toes without question when I told you to, even though you knew you had done nothing wrong. I am glad to see you do as you are told now. Sit down, as I am not going to punish you.”

Very relieved, I sat on the bathroom stool.

“Your genitals are still those of a little boy even though you are a teenager. Does it worry you that they have not grown?”

“No Lisa, until tonight I had never compared them with another. Paul’s looked so different to mine, and his penis is huge.”

“Your penis will soon grow and might end up as big as Paul’s. Each boy grows at a different rate, so do not worry that Paul is so well advanced. How often do you jerk yourself off?”

I didn’t know what she meant, which was then true, but she assumed I was just being shy.

“You don’t need to be shy, all teenage boys do it. How often do you?”

“I don’t think I ever have, but what is it?”

“Jerking is when you play with your penis until you get a very good feeling, known as an orgasm. Have you never done it before?”

I had to admit I had not.

“Lucy was a bit rough as she washed your erect penis, but did it not feel good? I saw your penis shudder just before you fell back into the bath and assumed Lucy had given you an orgasm.”

I told Lisa that just before I fell there was a funny feeling that I had never experienced before. It was quite nice, but I was worried that something was wrong. She laughed.

“There was nothing wrong, that was your first orgasm, but it will not be your last. When you first start jerking off nothing comes out of your penis, but when your genitals become adult, semen will squirt out, just as Paul’s did when Debbie was washing it. I see your penis is erect, would you like to try it now?”

I blushed that she had noticed my erection, but was intrigued.

“Do I need to wash it like Lucy was doing?”

“You can, but it is usual to just use your hands like this”

She reached across and started pulling backwards and forwards on my foreskin very quickly.

“Does that feel nice? You have a go.”

I tried, but could not seem to get the rhythm.

“I have done it to boys with even bigger penises than Paul’s, but never a little boy’s one like yours. It will be a new experience for me, and very enjoyable for you as well. Tell me when you start to get that nice feeling.”

She grabbed my erect penis and started rubbing the foreskin backwards and forwards. At first, nothing much happened, but then that feeling built up.

“I think it is starting”

With that, Lisa moved her hands to push my knees apart, and then put her head in my groin. She was able to get my immature genitals completely inside her mouth, and I could feel her tongue licking my erection and scrotum. Then the orgasm hit me, and I felt my penis twitch again and again as Lisa continued sucking. I was on cloud nine when I felt Lisa’s body shudder and she stopped. She smiled up at me.

“Was that nice? I felt your penis get really hard and throb so know you had an orgasm. That was a delight to suck your cute little penis.”

I was not worried this time, and really enjoyed it.

“Wow, that was incredible, can we do it again?”

“Not now. Try it yourself in bed tonight.”

She smiled and gave my bottom a playful swat.

“Now run off and put your pyjamas on.”

I rushed into my bedroom to tell Paul what had just happened. He was still naked and lying on the bed with Lucy rubbing baby oil onto his erect penis. She did not stop as I burst in, so I sat on my bed next to Debbie, and we both watched. The sight of Lucy playing with Paul’s erection made me go stiff. I had forgotten I was naked until my little sister reached across and started to play with my exposed penis. I was no longer embarrassed and swung my legs over her lap and laid down on the bed, so she could more easily reach. I was really enjoying Debbie’s touch as I stared at Lucy and Paul.

Every so often Lucy stopped and changed to stroking Paul’s chest for a minute or two before returning to his erection. The inevitable happened, and Paul groaned as he shot masses of semen all over his chest. That feeling was now starting to build up in me, but when Debbie saw Paul squirt she pushed me off and went to help Lucy clean up. Frustrated, I started to rub my penis as Lisa and Debbie had done, and in a few minutes the feeling returned. I closed my eyes as the pleasure washed over me. I had done it, I had actually jerked myself off! When I opened my eyes, there was Lisa in the doorway alongside Debbie and Lucy. They were all watching my hand still going up and down on my tiny erection. She smiled at me.

“Come on girls, it is time for your bath. You can leave these boys now, I am sure they can find something to amuse themselves.”

Eagerly I leapt off the bed.

“Can we give you a hand.”

Lisa looked shocked.

“The very idea! Boys do not help bath girls.”

I didn’t know what to think, I just knew something wasn’t fair! They had seen me naked but now they were getting their bath in total privacy!

The girls continued to call me ‘little boy’ and sometimes so did Paul. Mum got back later that evening, so she could not possibly have known how I got my new nickname, but
smiled when she saw my face go red as Lucy used it in front of her. She turned to Paul.

“I hope you had a fun weekend with Martin and the girls. Is it next Saturday you need a lift to your out of town football match? I am available to take you both, and you are welcome to sleepover here again afterwards. We girls can go shopping whilst the boys have their game, and you can stay over too Lucy if you wish.”

Mum could be a bit awkward about ferrying us around and I was relieved, as it saved me having to ask her.

Bath Time for Martin – 2: Debbie’s Story

It was a couple of months before my 10th birthday. Mum was away for the weekend, so my 13 year old big brother Martin and I had a 16 year old babysitter, Lisa, to look after us. Our friends Lucy and Paul were staying over. Martin and Paul had a football match Sunday afernoon, but Lucy and I were at home playing in the street where we were being pestered by a couple of boys. As we went in for tea, Lisa was in the kitchen.

“What use are boys?”

Lisa looked up and smiled at me.

“Having trouble?”

Lucy chipped in.

“Two boys have been annoying us, trying to lift up our skirts and being a right pain. I hit one of them, and they both ran off, but what is the point of boys?”

“When you are a bit older you will find they have their uses.”

She asked if we had babysat for anyone yet. As we had not, Lisa said she would tell us things we need to know.

“Little boys can be a particular problem as they are naughty, always arguing, and will not do as they are told. Baby-sitters are in charge and you cannot let the little ones disobey your orders. You may have to teach naughty children to do as they are told. Girls are rarely naughty but a stern talking to will suffice. Boys are always naughty and you have to teach them with a really hard bare bottom spanking until it is red and you have them crying.”

She told us babysitters have to do everything parents would, including giving them their baths. Lisa asked if we had ever seen a naked boy. She assumed I must have done, but I had to admit that I had not even seen Martin in his underwear.

Lucy went quiet, so I told her we had both seen little boys get spanked and glimpsed their bits. Lisa smiled when I said how much fun it was to watch a naughty little boy’s face as he squirmed about every time his bare bottom got smacked, especially once he was crying like a baby.

Mum had said to make sure the boys got a proper bath before she got back, and Lisa asked if we would like to join her to learn about older boys’ anatomy and how they are bathed. We will get to see my big brother and his friend completely naked. What fun! Lisa is the best.

The front door slammed and a loud ‘What’s for tea, we’re starving?’ told us the boys were back. After eating their tea, they shot off to watch TV in the den, leaving us girls to clear up all the mess. When we were done, Lisa grinned at us.

“Let’s get those two naughty boys naked, shall we?”

She told us to wait outside the den where the boys wouldn’t see us. We heard her talking to my big brother.

“Your mother told me to make sure you boys had a proper bath tonight, so go up and get undressed. I will fetch the towels and be right with you.”

As they came out, Lisa turned to us and gave a slight wink.

“I have to bath these two boys. Could you girls spare the time to give me a hand?”

We grinned at the boys and acted casual.

“Sure.”

As we followed Lisa, we saw Martin looking worried but Paul smiled back at us.

We entered the bathroom with the towels to see a barefoot Paul taking his top off. Martin had only removed his socks and slippers and just stared at us. Lisa ran the water, then sat on the toilet and called him over. She snatched his t-shirt up as she told Paul to hurry, then briskly undid his trousers and they were off. I grinned excitedly at Lucy and she grinned back. We were only seconds away from seeing these big boys naked. Paul gave us a huge grin as he removed his shorts and undies in one, then stood up with hands on hips so everything was on show. His boy parts were huge and nothing like the bits on the little boys we had already seen. Wow!

Martin looked nervously back at us as Lisa reached for his underwear. A quick tug and he was stark naked too. My big brother had a really cute bottom! His hands snapped in front but Lisa smacked them away and told him to put them by his side as he had nothing we had not all seen before. What was she on about? I’d never seen his bits and wanted him to turn round. Defiantly, his hands shot back.

“No! I don’t want girls seeing my private parts.”

Martin always obeyed his elders without question and I didn’t know what had got into him, but Lisa had warned us that boys are always naughty.

Lisa yanked him over her knee to show us how to deal with his arguing.

“You need to be taught to do as you are told”

Lucy sniggered.

“Your naughty big brother is getting a bare bottom spanking. Lisa will soon have him blubbing.”

I knew this was going to be fun, but wanted so much to see what Martin was trying to hide from us.

Boys hate it when girls watch them being spanked. We girls never need spanking, but love seeing it happen to boys and just can’t stop giggling. It really is funny watching a boy squirm as his bottom receives smack after smack, to see how quickly his face transforms from that of a big stroppy tough guy into a little baby crying his eyes out. Some of the very young boys are bawling even before the smacking starts, with most howling after a minute or two. When our homeroom teacher, Miss Spencer, spanks the bare bottom of one of our classmates, such an older boy might last a bit longer, but eventually he succumbs to floods of tears. Naughty boys really are such little cry babies.

“You girls can help discipline these boys. Girls must be firm when teaching boys to do as they are told. Give this naughty boy’s bare bottom a thorough spanking. You first Lucy.”

Wow, Lisa is letting us practice how to teach a naughty boy to do as he is told. This will be even more fun than simply watching her turn his bottom red. My big brother was much older than any of the naughty boys we had seen getting spanked, so might not cry. Even if we don’t have him blubbing, Martin is going to be so embarrassed in front of his best friend as he gets a bare bottom spanking from his little sister and her friend.

We gave him our biggest smirks and he looked horrified. Lucy bent down to whisper something but I could not hear what was said. I knew she didn’t like Martin, so doubted she was giving words of comfort. Lucy began to rub his bare bottom, then slapped it lightly. All of a sudden, she came down really hard – smack.

With a look of absolute terror, Martin began to struggle. Lisa told me to grab his arms and hold tight. I knelt in front of him to pin them down, getting a ringside seat to watch his face as Lucy continued. My naughty big brother did his best to avoid my stare but I could see he sure felt every one of Lucy’s spanks as he clamped his teeth shut so just grunts came out. It was such great fun observing this big boy’s face up close as he lay naked and helpless over the babysitter’s knee whilst a little girl kept smacking his bottom hard. Lisa then told us to swap places.

Martin had always been good to me and I wasn’t all that sure about spanking him, but Lisa had said babysitters have to teach naughty boys to do as they were told, and I couldn’t let her down. If I was to be a good babysitter I had a duty to spank all naughty boys, even my big brother. It was his own choice to argue with Lisa, and he had to expect consequences from his decision to be naughty. I reasoned that being really firm with his spanking today was actually kinder, as he would then learn quickly and not have to be spanked again.

Lucy held his arms tight as I crashed my hand down full force on that cute bottom. I stifled a giggle as it wobbled and he let out a squeal. Martin yelped loudest when I smacked his bottom right where it met his thighs, so I concentrated his final lesson there, emphasising each word with a fierce spank.

“You – smack – will – smack – do – smack – as – smack – you – smack – are – smack – told. – smack – DO – SMACK – I – SMACK – MAKE – SMACK – THAT – SMACK – CLEAR? – SMACK.”

I yelled those last five words and really laid into him. Lisa smiled at me as his squeals became whimpers and his bare bottom was now bright red. Being firm in teaching a naughty boy to do what he is told is just so much fun.

Lisa demanded to know if he would do as he was told now, but his reply was too slow and she said he needed another lesson. My hand was really tingling after spanking my big brother, so I was pleased when Lisa said she didn’t want us to get sore. We were to use Martin’s own slipper to give his bottom six much harder spanks each, with him counting them out. Not having done this before, we had to try out the best grip and grinned as he flinched at our practice swings slicing through the air.

When we were ready, I grabbed his arms and settled down for the best seat in the house. Lucy raised his slipper high to slam it down hard with a satisfying whop. It was interesting to study my big brother’s eyes as he got his lesson. When Lucy placed her hand just above his bare bottom they filled with unease, turning to outright fear as he heard the slipper’s whistling descent, an instant later opening wide in total shock, before his face screwed up and he let out an agonised shriek. He begged Lisa to stop this, claiming his slipper had really hurt. Lisa nodded as I put him straight.

“A spanking is meant to hurt. Naughty boys have to be taught to do as they are told.”

Lucy demanded a reply.

“What number was that?”

I grinned as Martin groaned his reply.

“One.”

Lucy kept up her taunts

“How many more spanks do we have to give this sore red bottom?”

He was so nervous as he quailed.

“Eleven more.”

Lucy sniggered.

“We have indeed, and here comes the next.”

She continued this cycle of whop, shriek and taunt, his every reply confirming more regret at arguing with Lisa. Why don’t boys simply do as they are told?

At Lucy’s fourth spank his eyes and face went through all the usual phases, but as the shriek faded his lips began to quiver and he sniffled. Even this big boy couldn’t last as he started to blub. I looked up at Lucy and we both grinned as he lay naked over Lisa’s knee bawling his eyes out. My big brother was just another cry baby.

Lucy landed her last two spanks and Martin’s legs were flailing wildly as he sobbed he would be good and do as he was told, the same lies heard from every naughty boy getting spanked. Now it was my turn with his slipper.

Lucy held his arms and mocked my cry baby big brother.

“Aah, is da widdle baby cwying cos he got a sore botty?”

Lucy giggled as she looked up at me.

“It’s gonna get sorer.”

With both hands, I held his slipper up high before bringing it down so hard on his bottom. This would show Lisa he meant it when he said he would do as he was told. The deafening whop elicited an instant scream and more wailing as his butt wobbled and his legs kicked at the air. This looked so funny, as if he was trying to run away from the slipper but he was held fast. Lucy was also finding it hilarious. He begged me to stop, blubbing he would be good and do as he was told. Such pleas fell on deaf ears. Lisa had told us to give my big brother six spanks each with his slipper, and that was what he was going to get. Girls do as they are told.

I repeated my question and waited for Martin to tell me how many more spanks he had to have. Each double handed spank increased his tears and pleas, but I was firm. As the last one landed I demanded his response.

“What number was that you little cry baby?”

His reply was inaudible, so that red bottom got another powerful slipper.

“Speak up! Don’t mumble boy!”

He shrieked his reply.

“Twelve.”

Lucy giggled at his frantic blubbing.

“Please stop, please, please. I promise I will be good and do as I am told. Please don’t spank me again, please, please. Oh pleeeeeease.”

After the lessons Lucy and I had given him, Martin’s bottom wasn’t so cute now with its naughty boy’s well-spanked red glow. I shoved the slipper in his face.

“Any more arguing from you boy and your sore red bottom will get more of this!”

“Please not my slipper. Pleeease, pleeeeeease.”

I pulled his head up by his hair so he had to look at me. Tears streamed down, snot dangled from his nose and his eyes were white with fear. Martin wasn’t going to lie any more. I put on my angriest face and barked out my question.

“Is this cry baby going to do as he is told now?”

It was the voice of a very contrite naughty boy that sobbed

“I promise that I will do as I am told.”

My fist shot in the air

“Yes!”

Lisa knew he truly meant it. She looked at us with pride.

“You girls were really firm with this naughty boy. Well done.”

Martin was still crying as Lisa yanked him up. I had no sympathy as he had brought on this humiliation all by himself. If my big brother had done as Lisa told him in the first place, he wouldn’t be standing here in front of his best friend blubbing like a baby and displaying that naughty boy’s red bottom we had just given him. How difficult is it to put your hands by your side? Lisa was quite right, a really hard bare bottom spanking that has boys bawling is what they need for being naughty all the time.

I could now see my big brother’s bits, which were so different to Paul’s. They were tiny, even smaller than some of those on the little boys we had previously seen. Why had he tried to hide them?

He went pale as Lisa spoke.

“Any more trouble from you and it will be me doing the spanking. That you will never forget. Do you want it now?”

I smelt pee as a yellow trickle came from Martin’s little thing and ran down his leg onto the floor. Lisa was disgusted.

“Dirty little boy!”

Lisa squeezed to stop the flow and tugged it to pull him nearer the toilet. She ordered Paul to get a cloth to clean up, but he just stood with arms folded. Why are boys continually naughty? I knew what was needed as I whacked Martin’s slipper down hard.

“Do as you’re told!”

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww”

Paul rubbed furiously at the perfect red imprint of the sole I had just put across his bottom, and rushed to mop up my big brother’s puddle, his long boy thing flopping from side to side. Lisa smiled at me and nodded approvingly.

She ordered my big brother to lift the lid then eased her grip. I was riveted as she aimed his stream into the bowl. Boys really do pee standing up. He finished and Lisa told me to get some toilet paper to clean his thing. I was to squeeze right along it, then give it a shake and wipe the end. Not only was Lisa letting us see boy parts tonight, but here I was actually holding one between finger and thumb. It was warm to the touch and felt so soft. Neat.

Lisa turned to Paul.

“Do you need to go too?”

He did, so we got to see another boy pee standing up. I gave Paul a smug grin as he walked over still massaging that pattern I had stamped on his rear. He won’t be defying the babysitter again anytime soon. This getting naughty boys to do as they are told really is the most fun I have ever had.

His huge boy thing looked different and I wondered what it would feel like. Leaning across, I held it and aimed into the bowl just as Lisa had. It was soft and warm and I felt the pee rushing through to stream out of his hole in the end. When it stopped, I used the same procedure to clean him up. Lisa smiled as Paul mumbled his thanks to me.

Lisa asked my whimpering big brother if he had calmed down now, and he nodded. She put his hands on his head and those tiny boy bits bobbled about as he was turned to face us. Lisa said it was not nice for a girl having to punish a boy. He was to apologise for being so naughty and thank us for spanking his bottom to teach him to do as he was told. To be honest, it was such a thrill spanking these boys, especially with the slipper as my hand didn’t get sore. The shocked look on Paul’s face as it registered his bottom getting whacked was priceless. Just watching as Lucy spanked away had me tingling all over. We girls held such power over these older boys, which was so exciting.

Our lessons had clearly sunk in as Martin now obeyed Lisa without question, standing there naked and snivelling.

“I am very sorry for being so naughty and thank you Debbie and Lucy for spanking my bottom to teach me to do as I am told.”

I smirked as I recalled my enjoyment at turning my naughty big brother’s bare bottom red. Lisa told him to stand by his friend. She turned to Paul.

“Are you going to do as you are told?”

“Yes ma’am”

“See that you do. Put your hands on your head”

He was a bit slow so she roared her order.

“NOW!”

She yelled more orders

“You boys. Feet well apart! Jump to it!”

There was no more dawdling as they instantly responded. It looked so funny as their legs snapped open, making both boy things bounce up and down wildly. These two naked boys were now completely on show, with legs apart and hands on heads. We giggled as those dangling boy parts wobbled at their slightest movement. How do boys cope with such things between their legs? Lisa said if these boys gave any more trouble we were to spank them hard. Lucy and I put on our smuggest grins as we each picked up a slipper and slapped it noisily on our palm.

Martin and Paul’s faces fell as I spoke a quiet reminder.

“I assume you boys don’t want even sorer red bottoms, so I suggest you do as you’re told.”

This was such fun letting the boys know they had to do what we told them, or face more spanking from us girls.

They went quiet. Lucy and I giggled as we ogled these two teenage boys Lisa had put on display for our education. Having seen only brief glimpses of boy bits before today, this was such a great opportunity to study naked boys. I was puzzled why my big brother’s bits were nothing like his friend. Was he deformed? Their bodies were otherwise alike, and their ages were just a matter of weeks apart. Paul had curly black hair surrounding his boy parts, he had none. Paul’s hung down some 6” long and 1½” wide with a big hairy bag below, his was smaller than my little finger with a tight little sac underneath. They also looked quite different, as Paul’s had a large purple head at the end, but Martin’s came to a point of pale wrinkled skin. It was Lucy who said what I was thinking, that his boy bits were so tiny. She then asked Lisa why Paul had all that hair, why Paul’s was so big compared to his, and why it looked different.

Lisa used the boys as models so she could explain their parts to us girls. We paid close attention as she held Martin’s little thing between her finger and thumb.

“This boy bit is called a penis and the sac below is the scrotum.”

She lifted it up and put a finger under that petite sac then gently jiggled it so we could see two small objects move inside.

“The scrotum contains these two testicles. The penis, scrotum and testicles are collectively known as a boy’s genitals.”

Lisa stroked that hair between Paul’s legs.

“Hair grows here during puberty, which is when the genitals of boys develop and they become adult.”

She held his monster up so we could see that huge sac properly.

“Paul has already gone through puberty and has this very large adult penis with these big testicles. It looks different because Paul has been circumcised, a procedure carried out on many baby boys to cut off the loose skin around the penis.”

That had got to hurt! She yanked my big brother’s loose skin right back, revealing a tiny head. It was a miniature of Paul’s penis.

“Now I have pulled this boy’s loose skin right back, you can see his penis looks the same as Paul’s, but so much smaller. He hasn’t started puberty so these are the genitals of a little boy. They will get bigger when he grows up.”

My red bottomed brother hung his head as Lisa held the proof. He wasn’t deformed after all, but had tried to hide his bits so we wouldn’t see he was still a little boy who had yet to grow up. Being a little boy would explain why he had blubbed so much when Lucy and I had to give him that thorough spanking for being so naughty. I saw Paul’s penis was now sticking up in the air and much bigger, almost 8” long. Wow! Lucy was so excited.

“Paul’s penis has grown huge and is pointing right up.”

I asked Lisa to explain and she said that when a boy is naked this usually happens. It is known as an erection but boys call it a stiffy or a boner. Lucy pointed and said the little boy’s tiny penis was still floppy. Lisa told them to get in the bath. As they stepped in, Lucy pointed at that red bottom and hoped he would be naughty again so she could spank him until he cried.

The boys sat in the water and we kneeled down to help Lisa wash their hair. A big blob of foam landed on Paul’s erection as it poked up out of the water. Lucy giggled as she reached down and gripped it with one hand then wiped the foam off with the other. Paul just smiled at her as she gave his penis a big squeeze.

My brother was told to stand up with feet apart and hands on head. Lucy and I closely studied those little boy genitals now on display a few inches in front of us. I thought we were only there to watch, but Lisa told us to wash his front while she did his back. She said it in a very matter of fact way, but was actually telling us we could handle his boy bits as much as we wanted. The little boy couldn’t argue as we would just give him another spanking. Lisa was being true to her word about our education. I got up to wash his shoulders as Lucy began lower down. As she went up one leg and down the other, she sniggered when his penis wobbled as she brushed past it. He just stared ahead as we bathed him, his face as red as his bottom. It was Lucy who was first to wash between his legs and chuckled as his penis bobbed about in her soapy hands. She spent a long time there, then turned to me.

“Debbie, you had better do these too.”

Like Lucy, I giggled at my big brother’s ‘little boy’ bits flopping about when I soaped them. Getting to handle these normally unseen boy parts was such fun and I took the opportunity to explore. The penis was soft and spongy with very smooth skin, but the scrotum had rougher skin and I was able to feel those tiny bean-shaped testicles inside.

Finally I told Lisa we had finished. She said she had left cleaning the little boy’s bottom as she wanted to instruct us on how to wash it properly. She ordered him to turn round, bend over and hold the cheeks apart, but my brother was naughty again and did not move. A whack of his slipper on that red bottom swiftly got him to do as he was told.

We had a clear view of his puckered little hole, which was not very clean. Lisa said that boys are very poor at wiping their bottoms. She told him that every time he pooped he now had to get me to check it was clean. Lisa told us to soap our hands thoroughly to wash his mess off.

“You also need to clean inside the hole, so soap up your finger, push it right in and twist around. Do it several times to make sure it is properly clean.”

Having to touch that poop was not very nice, but it is something babysitters have to do with boys, so we both had to practice. He grunted as I tried to get my finger inside, which took a bit of forcing but was soon sliding in and out quite easily. When it was Lucy’s turn she had no problems getting in. She giggled each time he squealed as she pushed deep inside and twisted her finger round.

When we had both finished, Lisa pulled him up and asked if I had cleaned under his foreskin. She explained that you always have to clean under there so boys don’t get an infection. Lisa grabbed his penis to show me. It was still soapy and she seemed annoyed that it kept slipping out of her grasp. She dried it with a towel before holding his sore bottom in one hand then slowly pushed back on his penis with the other.

Lucy and I giggled as we saw his darker head pop out of the end of that pale wrinkled skin. Lucy immediately wanted to try, and grabbed his penis to repeat this show. She did this many times before she let me have a go. Lisa told us to carefully clean under the foreskin, quite happy for us to continue our intimate scrutiny of this little boy’s parts. Lucy pulled the skin right back, and said it looks like Paul’s now but ever so much tinier. She started to inspect it all over, even peering down the hole in the end where his pee had come out. She explored the sac and felt the two little testicles it contained.

It was now my turn. I did not know how vulnerable his testicles were and squeezed them together quite hard, making him yelp in pain. Lisa immediately wanted to know if he was giving any bother. She reminded me what I should do if he was naughty, and he went pale. It really was my fault that he yelped, so I quickly said there was no trouble. I let Lucy take over from me and she soaped her hand to pull back his foreskin repeatedly, giggling every time the head popped out.

As I watched Lucy, that little boy penis started to swell and soon pointed right up, but it was still only the size of my thumb. Lucy told everyone the little boy had got an erection now, but it was very small. She let me have a feel, and it was not spongy any more but quite firm to the touch. The head just poked out from the foreskin and the shaft was stiff and no longer flopped about. I was curious and asked Lisa what made it go hard. She told me that blood was being pumped into it, like blowing up a balloon, and if I watched his erection it would go up and down with his heartbeat. We all stared at his penis and laughed as it bobbed up and down.

Lucy returned to washing him, but then tried to bend his stiffy back down, which made him squeal again. I thought he was going to be in trouble, but Lisa just told Lucy to carry on cleaning him. A few minutes later I saw that he was getting flushed, and was surprised when he asked Lucy to stop. He did say please, but she just snapped at him not to argue. He tried to explain but Lucy cut him short and told him to bend over. I could see his bottom was still red and knew it must be hurting. Lucy had a satisfied smile on her face when she picked up his slipper and told him he must learn not to argue and she would have to spank him again. As he bent over, Lucy grabbed him by his tiny erection and proceeded to whack his sore bottom. He did not cry this time.

When she stopped she demanded if he was going to let her wash him, or to keep arguing. I do not think he heard the full question as he just said ‘Yes Lucy’. She immediately said ‘So you are going to argue’ and started to spank him again. He tried to correct his error, but Lucy ignored it and carried on with his spanking. When Lucy repeated her trick question, Martin was crying as he gave the correct answer. Lucy returned to washing his private parts, but was being very rough. The hurt was obvious in his face, but he silently took her rough handling of his now stiff penis. His face became flushed again, and I saw his tiny erection twitch just before he slipped and fell back into the water. Lucy grinned down at him.

“All done now.”

Lisa told us we could wash Paul by ourselves, whilst she sat back and supervised. Paul was smiling as he got up out of the water, and still had that monster of a stiff penis. We were supposed to be bathing him all over, but Lucy was only interested in that flagpole between his legs, as she exclaimed she needed both hands to wash it. After doing his back I moved down and saw that red pattern still across his butt. Grinning at the memory of his look of utter shock as I put it there, I rubbed it gently before pulling his cheeks apart for inspection. It was nice and clean, unlike the other one.

He squirmed a bit as my soapy fingers washed around that crack, particularly when I pushed my finger right inside his hole and swirled it round. I was feeling a small bump I found inside and saw he was now enjoying my attention at the rear whilst Lucy was attending to the front. Lucy then let me have a go at washing that huge boner. It was hard and soft at the same time. Weird!

Paul had clearly liked my probing, so I used my other hand at the same time to explore, pushing my soapy finger in his rear hole to rub that bump inside. Paul’s penis swelled to go rock hard, and the scrotum had shrunk, pulling his testicles upwards. His face became flushed and he was breathing funny. I was very worried and turned to Lisa when he let out a series of groans as his penis pulsated and long jets of sticky white stuff came out. I tried to hold on to the throbbing penis, but to no avail as that stuff spurted all over us. Lucy screamed at me to stop as if it was my fault, and then asked Lisa what we should do.

Lisa was laughing uncontrollably at our discomfiture, but finally explained that a stiff penis can squirt semen when it is rubbed and told us to clean ourselves off before attending to Paul. The last few drops just oozed out of his penis, which was shrinking now as it dropped back down from its upright stance. I was curious about the taste, and licked some semen that was running down my face. It was slightly salty, but not unpleasant. Lucy followed my example and then I reached out for a second taste.

Paul had a big goofy smile as I squeezed my fingers along the full extent of his limp penis to get out the last of the semen. His penis was so unlike the other one, not only in size, but the absence of any loose skin. The floppy shaft felt so soft with a distinct ridge as it ended and the purple head began. His hairy scrotum had dangled back low again. It had rough skin, but the testicles inside felt smooth. As I cleaned him up, his penis began to grow in my hands. I quickened the pace and within a few seconds it was pointing straight up again. I smiled at Paul, who beamed back at me. I had learnt my first lesson that mere touch had this effect on boys.

Lucy asked why my brother didn’t squirt. Lisa said the genitals of a little boy have to grow and become adult before they are capable of producing semen and ejaculating. She said it was time for the boys to get out of the bath and be dried off. As my brother rose out of the water and got out of the bath, Lucy shrieked that his little boy penis had shrunk to almost nothing. He went as scarlet as his bottom when we all looked to see there was no shaft visible, just wrinkled skin. Lisa picked up the towel to dry Martin and left Lucy and me to dry off Paul.

I looked over to Lisa who was briskly drying my brother’s genitals, and noticed his tiny stiffy had returned. I caught his eye and gave him a huge smile as I dried Paul’s monster erection. Lisa told the boys we had finished. My brother was eager to rush out of the bathroom and put his pyjamas on, but Lisa called him back. As Paul sauntered off, Lisa told us to help him get dressed, or whatever else he wanted us to do. She suggested taking a box of tissues, so I think she knew what we had in mind.

When we got to my brother’s bedroom, Paul grinned and asked us what we wanted. Lucy told him that Lisa had said we should help him with dressing, or anything else he wanted. He asked what the tissues were for, and Lucy grinned.

“Lisa told us to take them, so I guess she did not want any mess if more semen came out of you.”

Paul laughed.

“You don’t beat about the bush, do you? Shall I lie on the bed?”

As Paul laid down, Lucy grabbed his erection and started to rub it.

“It is a lot easier on me if you used something so I do not get a friction burn. Have you got anything in your bedroom Debbie?”

I rushed out and came back with some baby oil.

“Will this do?”

“Great, now put some on your hands Lucy and you will see they slide up and down the shaft much easier.”

Lucy did as she was told and started again.

“As soon as you feel my penis start to get really hard, stop stroking it and do something else like rubbing my chest for a few minutes, before going back to my penis. That way it is much more enjoyable for me when I finally squirt. Have you got that?”

Lucy nodded and carried on massaging his penis. After a few minutes Paul was getting flushed, and Lucy changed to rubbing the baby oil on his chest.

“Did I get it right Paul?”

“Wow, perfect Lucy. Keep that up for as long as you like. Don’t tell me when you want me to squirt, as I leave that up to you. Just carry on.”

Lucy did not stop as my naked brother with his little boy bits walked in. His bottom was still red and he winced as he sat down next to me, reminding me of the fun we girls had giving this naughty boy those thorough spankings. As he stared across at Lucy and Paul, I noticed his tiny boner and reached over to stroke it. He did not shy away, but moved his legs across my lap to make it easier for me to reach. I carried on playing with his penis and he had a big grin on his face so was clearly enjoying it.

I heard Paul groan as his stiffy began to throb, erupting squirt after squirt of semen. My brother’s face was getting flushed but I had to push him off so I could help Lucy clean Paul up, which took nearly half a box of tissues. When we finished with his friend I looked across and he was lying back with his eyes closed as his hand rubbed that mini stiffy. Lisa was in the doorway watching his hand going up and down. We saw it get fully hard and twitch but nothing came out. He opened his eyes and grinned sheepishly at Lisa. She smiled back at him, then told us to leave the boys as it was time for our bath. He jumped off the bed and asked Lisa if she wanted a hand. He looked so disappointed when she snapped at him.

“The very idea! Boys do not help bath girls.”

What an education Lisa had given us. We learnt how giving a naughty boy a thorough spanking made him do as he was told, and even a single spank could work wonders, which was such fun. We saw how boys pee standing up. We got to see and handle very large man bits and little boy bits, both floppy and stiff. We saw a huge erect penis squirting semen, and even tasted it.

It did seem unfair that we girls saw all that boys had, when they were not being allowed to see us. Actually, I wouldn’t have minded if the boys saw me naked or even bathed me, but Lisa was adamant.

Bath Time for Martin – 3: Paul’s Story

My friend Martin and I had recently become teenagers. We both had a football match on Sunday and I was going to be sleeping over at his house after the game. His 9 year old sister Debbie had her friend Lucy staying as well, who was not Martin’s favourite pre-teen but I could put up with her. His mum was away so she had got a sitter, Lisa, to look after us. She was 16 and the best friend of my sister Emma, so I knew her very well but I am not sure the others did.

We got back from the match and had tea with the girls. We were off watching TV in the den when Lisa entered and spoke to my friend.

“Your mother told me to make sure you boys had a proper bath tonight, so go up and get undressed. I will fetch the towels and be right with you.”

Ever since I was small, a ‘proper’ bath for boys meant mum bathing my kid brothers and me all in the tub together. She said it saved her time as she only had to clean up our mess once. The last few years had seen Emma supervise our tub time and Lisa helped if she was there. Now, I tingled all over when I stripped for my bath, especially if Lisa was helping. Having her wash my junk was great. She always made sure I got that amazing feeling.

I smiled at Lisa and strode towards the door. Martin looked worried. As we got outside, there were Debbie and Lucy. She spoke to them.

“I have to bath these two boys. Could you girls spare the time to give me a hand?”

Lisa made out she needed help, but I saw a slight wink and realised she wanted to give them a lesson in guys’ anatomy, with Martin and me for the practical. I was game and whispered to Martin the this could be fun. The girls were so casual, saying “Sure” as if it were even remotely possible they might be too busy to see a couple of naked teenage boys. Martin went quiet, but his face was a picture.

I knew it was best not to hang about with Lisa, so my socks and t-shirt were already off as they entered. Martin had only removed his socks and just stared at them. Lisa ran the bath then sat on the toilet and called him over. Just like with my little brothers, she took no nonsense as she tugged off his t-shirt and told me to hurry. Lisa briskly got his trousers undone and down they came. He still wore tighty-whiteys! She wants me to hurry, so hurry it is. With a big grin I shucked off my board shorts and boxers in one, to stand with hands on hips so Debbie and Lucy got their first lesson. The girls’ eyes went wide as they stared between my legs.

Lisa smiled as my dick stirred. Martin was looking anxiously back at the girls when Lisa yanked down his little kiddies underwear to display his naked butt. He cupped his hands in front, but Lisa slapped them away saying he had nothing we hadn’t seen before and to put his hands by his side. He snapped them back and began arguing as he didn’t want his ‘private parts’ to be seen. Duh! It’s a proper bath, so how can Lisa wash him all over without seeing and handling them? That’s the best bit. Lisa spun him round and over her knee. Those tighty-whiteys confirmed he was still a little boy and Lisa always gave naughty little boys who argue a good spanking, usually ending in tears. My stupid kid brothers got quite a few sore butts before they learnt that!

“You need to be taught to do as you are told”

A bit of empathy with my friend’s predicament might be expected, but to tell the truth I always found it exciting to see someone else get their butt tanned. His little sister and her friend were watching, so his bare bottom spanking was going to be embarrassing even if Lisa doesn’t make him cry. She turned to them.

“You girls can help discipline these boys. Girls must be firm when teaching boys to do as they are told. Give this naughty boy’s bare bottom a thorough spanking. You first Lucy.”

Oh shit, Lisa had looked at me as she stressed ‘these boys’, and Debbie and Lucy were getting to spank Martin. My awakening dick collapsed as the thrill at being naked in front of the girls turned to horror that just one foot wrong and his little sister and her friend might also be spanking me. The girls were grinning, plainly enjoying this turn of events.

Lucy whispered in his ear, but I couldn’t hear. She fondled his butt before giving it a light tap, then really whacked him. She was clearly taunting him and smirking as my naked friend desperately struggled to get free, but Lisa held firm. Debbie was told to grab his arms, and knelt in front of him to pin them down. He now couldn’t move, so Lucy continued with his lesson. Despite my anxiety, it was fun observing the physical effects as Lucy spanked Martin’s bottom. At each smack he let out a grunt, his lily white butt wobbled and a pink outline arose where her small hand landed.

Soon Debbie swopped with Lucy. The cycle continued; smack, grunt, wobble, outline. Surprisingly, she was much fiercer than Lucy and his grunt soon changed to more of a whimper. I wondered if she was actually going to make him cry. He couldn’t possibly let his little sister do that, as it would be just too humiliating. Oh well, at least it wasn’t me.

Debbie ended her big brother’s lesson with a commentary, emphasising each word with a vicious spank.

“You – smack – will – smack – do – smack – as – smack – you – smack – are – smack – told – smack – DO – SMACK – I – SMACK – MAKE – SMACK – THAT – SMACK – CLEAR? – SMACK.”

She raised her voice to a scream, putting full force into his last five spanks, but Martin held out. These little girls were monsters and I wasn’t going to cross them tonight. His troubles were not over, as he did not respond quickly enough when Lisa demanded to know if he was going to do as he was told. She had more concern for the girls’ hands than his butt and told them to use his slipper for the next lesson of six very much harder spanks each. This time he was to count his spanks out loud to them.

The girls practiced their grip and slipper technique in front of him, grinning smugly whenever he flinched. Debbie held his arms as Lucy really whacked the slipper across his naked butt, the loud whop instantly followed by his screech. He pathetically begged at Lisa.

“Please stop. My slipper really hurt. I promise I will do as I am told Lisa. Pleeeeeease.”

Debbie just scoffed at him.

“A spanking is meant to hurt. Naughty boys have to be taught to do as they are told.”

Lisa nodded so Lucy continued.

“What number was that?”

He groaned.

“One”

Lucy grinned as she taunted him.

“How many more spanks do we have to give this sore red bottom?

His voice quaked in fear.

“Eleven more.”

She giggled

“We have indeed, and here comes the next.”

Her arm came down smartly to crash the slipper on his butt, accompanied by another screech. Lucy continued his lesson and she soon had him bawling like a hysterical five-year-old as his legs flailed wildly. He begged her to stop with promises to be good and do as he was told. What a wuss and a cry baby. He was 13 not 5, but had let this 9 year old girl totally humiliate him.

They swapped over and I grinned at Lucy’s mocking.

“Aah, is da widdle baby cwying cos he got a sore botty?”

She giggled as she saw Debbie raising the slipper up high.

“It’s gonna get sorer.”

Debbie slammed his slipper down with both hands and he screamed. Each time she landed, his screams got louder with more bawling. The sobs and pleas increased but she just calmly repeated her questions and waited for him to confirm his fate. At the final one, Debbie sneered at her brother.

“What number was that you little cry baby?”

His reply was barely audible so she shouted at him.

“Speak up! Don’t mumble boy!”

Another almighty whack and he screeched.

“TWELVE”

He was blubbing his eyes out as he pathetically pleaded with his 9 year old sister.

“Please stop, please, please. I promise I will be good and do as I am told. Please don’t spank me again, please, please. Oh pleeease, pleeeeeeeease.”

She pushed his slipper in his face.

“Any more arguing from you boy and your sore red bottom will get more of this!”

He was so frightened.

“Please not my slipper. Pleeeeease.”

Debbie was pitiless as she yanked his head up by his hair, forcing him to look at her. He had tears all down his face, snot dangled from his nose and he looked petrified.

“Is the cry baby going to do as he is told now?”

He contritely sobbed his reply.

“I promise that I will do as I am told.”

Debbie was ecstatic as she punched the air.

“Yes!”

He was still crying like a baby as Lisa pulled him up, his well-spanked butt glowing red. I had no sympathy. He was going to get a bath, so how could his ‘private parts’ not be visible. All his arguing had achieved was total humiliation, and from his little sister and her friend no less. Lisa shook him.

“Any more trouble from you and it will be me doing the spanking. That you will never forget. Do you want it now?”

A sniffling Martin went pale as a trickle ran down his leg to form a yellow puddle on the floor. This wimp was so frightened he was actually pissing himself! Lisa was not happy.

“Dirty little boy”

Lisa was squeezing his leaking mini-dick as she pulled it towards the toilet. She told me to fetch a cloth and mop up. I wasn’t doing that disgusting job and stood my ground, arms folded. I forgot who was behind me. Debbie landed Martin’s slipper across my butt with an almighty whop.

“Do as you’re told!”

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooowwww”

I shrieked in pain, rubbing furiously to quench the fire as I ran to get a cloth. She may have been a little girl, but this demon hit hard. Lisa told him to lift the lid then released her pressure. As I mopped up my friend’s pee, I watched the girls stare as Lisa aimed his yellow arc into the bowl like he was in kindergarten and needed his mummy to hold it. Lisa told Debbie to clean him up. His little sister seized his micro-dick with finger and thumb as she squeezed along it, gave it a shake, then wiped the end. Lisa looked across at me.

“Do you need to go too?”

I did now, and was left with no option but to do this private act in front of the girls. Debbie gave me a smug grin as I came over still trying to sooth the sting she put in my rear. I was taken aback when she gripped my dick to aim the stream, just like Lisa had with Martin. Once I finished, Debbie repeated that cleansing routine on me, and I could only mumble my thanks.

Lisa asked Martin if he had calmed down now, and he gave a brief nod. She put his hands on his head and turned him to face the girls. Lisa told him that it was not nice having to punish a boy. He was to apologise for being so naughty, and thank the girls for spanking his bottom to teach him to do as he was told.

From the looks on their faces, it had not been unpleasant at all. My butt still stung from Debbie’s one slipper and Martin had got twelve. He had no real choice as he snivelled his apology and thanks. Lisa barked at him.

“Now, do as you are told. Go stand by Paul.”

She turned to me.

“Are you going to do as you are told?”

I gulped.

“Yes ma’am.”

“See that you do. Put your hands on your head. Now!”

She looked at us.

“You boys. Feet well apart! Jump to it!”

We jumped. If any doubts lingered as to who was in charge, they vanished as Lisa turned to the girls.

“If these naughty boys give any more trouble you girls have my permission to spank them hard.”

Martin’s little sister looked at us with a smug grin.

“I assume you boys don’t want even sorer red bottoms, so I suggest you do as you’re told.”

The slap of slipper against palm let us know our choices - do whatever the girls told us, or that is what we boys would get.

With his tear stained face, snot dangling down, and a red butt, Martin was a sorry sight. I had slept over before, but today was the first time I had seen him naked. His junk was like a 5 year old, and a pretty small one at that. We were the same age, height and physique, and I had assumed he would have matured from a little kid. He was hairless and that tiny thin dick was not even two inches long. It came to a point of wrinkled skin with a tight little sac below. I had no foreskin, having been circumcised as a baby, but mine was about 6” long and fat, with plum-sized balls dangling down, surrounded by dense pubes.

My butt still smarted and I was nervous of the girls, but standing alongside Martin I was proud to display my big advantage to their gaze. Lucy had the same thoughts as me when she piped up about his tiny boy bits. I smiled to see Martin’s chagrin at her words. She then asked Lisa why have I got all that hair around my dick, why is mine huge compared to his, and why does it look so different to Martin’s little one.

Lisa gave the girls their ‘Boy Parts 101’, using Martin’s bits first.

“This is called a penis, and this sac below is called the scrotum, which contains these two testicles. The penis, scrotum and testicles are collectively known as a boy’s genitals.”

She stroked my pubes then held up my dick.

“Hair grows here during boy’s puberty, which is when the genitals develop and they become adult. Paul has already gone through puberty and has this very large adult penis with these big testicles...”

I grinned at the girls when Lisa said that, and was relieved when they smiled back.

“...It looks different because Paul has been circumcised, a procedure carried out on many baby boys to cut off the loose skin around the penis.”

I saw the girls wince as she said that. Lisa held up his mini-dick and yanked the foreskin back.

“Now I have pulled this boy’s loose skin right back, you can see his penis looks the same as Paul’s, but so much smaller. He hasn’t started puberty so these are the genitals of a little boy. They will get bigger when he grows up.”

Martin hung his head as Lisa confirmed he was still a little boy who had yet to grow up. I could not help my smug grin as I eyed his pathetic junk. He was never going to get a ‘very large adult penis’. My earlier fears vanished, and being naked in front of the girls was fun again. All this talk about my dick, coupled with Lisa’s touch and the girls ogling it, gave me a full blown stiffy. I wondered what the girls thought of my 8” erection. Lucy was clearly pleased.

“His penis has grown huge and is pointing right up.”

Debbie got Lisa to explain and was told that when a boy is naked his penis often becomes hard and sticks up. Martin went red as Lucy looked at him and giggled.

“The little boy hasn’t. His tiny penis is still floppy”

Lisa told us both to get in the water. As we stepped into the bath I heard Lucy point out Martin’s red butt where they had to spank him, and she hoped he would be naughty again as she had enjoyed making the little boy cry. They all knelt down by the tub as Lisa began to wash our hair with the girls as helpers. My erection was sticking up out of the water when a big blob of foam landed on the end. It was Lucy who grabbed it and wiped the suds off. She gave it a big squeeze and it seemed wise to smile at her.

Martin was told to stand up with his feet apart and hands on his head so he could be washed all over. He wanted no more trouble and jumped to it, although I was certain he was feeling totally humiliated that his little sister and her friend were getting such a close up view of his immaturity. Lisa told the girls to wash his front whilst she washed his back, so she clearly wanted them to do more than just look. Martin stared straight ahead, obviously very unhappy. The tingling in my rear had moved to the front as my dick anticipated what I had in store. Lisa smiled at me and I knew she was definitely going to have it squirting tonight.

Debbie and Lucy were giggling away as they bathed Martin, eventually converging on his genitals. They both took turns washing them and fell about laughing as they wobbled in their hands. Debbie finally said they had finished. Lisa told them she had left cleaning his butt so they could see how to do it properly. She ordered him to turn round, bend over, and hold his cheeks apart for inspection. I detected a slight rebellion as he hesitated, but his little sister whacked a slipper across his red butt, which soon quashed that.

Debbie thought his hole was not very clean and Lisa said boys are not good at wiping after they poop. Lisa had more humiliation in store for Martin as she told him that from now on he had to present his bottom to his little sister for her inspection after every poop. I realised they would be checking me out shortly, and breathed a sigh of relief as I remembered I had not had a poop since my morning shower. She told the girls to soap up, then said they had to push their finger right in the hole to clean inside. Martin grunted as Debbie forced it in, then Lucy had a go. She rammed her finger right in hard, delighting in getting him to squeal each time.

Lisa tried to show them how to wash under the foreskin, something I do not need to do. That soapy little thing kept slipping out of her hands and she had to grab his sore butt before she could push back his foreskin. I thought it looked so funny as the darker glans suddenly popped forward out of its tight pale cover. The girls did too, laughing at this show. Lucy grabbed it and kept popping out Martin’s tiny glans, hooting uproariously each time. Debbie wanted a go, but Lucy kept her waiting for quite a while before she was able to work her ‘big’ brother’s micro-dick on her own.

Lisa made no attempt to bring Debbie and Lucy back to the main purpose, seemingly content for them to explore between Martin’s legs intimately. They both pulled and squeezed it and inspected his scrotum. Lucy pulled the skin right back and chuckled.

“The little boy’s penis looks like Paul’s now, but ever so much tinier of course.”

When Debbie had her turn, she squeezed his immature balls together and Martin yelped in obvious pain as she did not know how sensitive they were. Lisa thought Martin was giving Debbie some trouble and reminded her she could spank him, but Debbie said it was OK. Lucy took over and started to wash around Martin’s exposed glans. I saw he had got erect but it was the same size as the boner I saw on my 5-year-old cousin when he was running around naked under our garden sprinkler in summer. Lucy let everyone know the little boy had got a stiffy, including how small it was, which made him blush even more. The girls both handled his boner, and said how different it felt.

His little sister asked Lisa what makes it go hard, and she explained the heart pumped blood into it, like blowing up a balloon. She told them that they could see his erection pulsing in time with his heartbeat. They all stared at him and laughed as it bobbed up and down. Lucy continued to wash his tiny stuff, when I noticed he was getting a bit flushed and presumed he was near orgasm. I was surprised when he asked Lucy to stop, as that would have been the last thing I would have wanted in those circumstances.

Although he was, understandably, being very polite with this hellcat, she snapped back at him. He tried to explain but she told him to stop arguing and bend over. Lucy bore this satisfied smile as she picked up his slipper. She grabbed his mini-boner and then laid into him. He was stronger than I thought, as he did not cry this time.

“Are you going to let me wash you, or are you going to argue with me”

I don’t think Martin listened to the whole question as he just gave out a tired ‘Yes Lucy’, letting himself in for more punishment. She ignored him as he tried to explain his answer, and he was yet again blubbing his eyes out as she spanked him. Eventually, he gave the proper answer and she carried on washing that mini-dick. She was being very rough, but Martin said nothing. His erection returned, and she was even rougher as she squeezed his sac tightly. He was in pain, but his face was now getting flushed and I knew he was near orgasm. His 5-year-old’s boner twitched, but nothing came out as it was only capable of a dry orgasm. His knees gave way and he fell back onto his sore bottom. Lucy just grinned as she looked down at him.

“All done now.”

It was my turn. Lisa said the girls now knew how to bath a boy, so she would just watch. I was disappointed Lisa wasn’t going to wash me, but this could still be fun. As I got up to display my eager erection, Lucy grabbed it, squealing she needed both hands as it was so big. She had her hands on my balls and looked up at me. After what she had done to Martin I was nervous, but she just smiled as she stroked them gently.

Debbie was left to do the rest of me. When she got to those butt cheeks she had made so sore, I was amazed how soothing she was in washing them. I still squirmed when she pulled them apart to check, before she washed my crack. It was surprisingly pleasurable as she pushed her soapy finger right in my rear hole and rubbed around inside. I was so near to shooting when Lucy stopped to let Debbie wash my junk. This changeover made me move back from the edge, but Debbie then placed her other hand to my rear so she was working both pleasure points in unison. I don’t think either of the girls knew about jerking guys off, but with all this stimulation I was rock hard and that incredible feeling peaked as I was about to come.

Debbie seemed worried how stiff and swollen it was and stopped. Happily, I was too far gone and groaned in pleasure as I shot a huge load over both girls, accompanied by my best orgasm ever – wow! The first squirt went in Debbie’s hair and across her face. She tried to grab my pulsing stiffy but it was soapy and slipped out of her hand as another hit Lucy full face. She screamed at Debbie to stop, as if it was her fault, and shrieked at Lisa about the white sticky stuff coming out of my penis and what should they do.

My squirting penis was familiar territory to Lisa, who was laughing at the girl’s concerns. She told them the sticky stuff was semen, which can ejaculate from a stiff penis when it is rubbed, and to just wash it off and clean me up. Both girls wiped my semen off their faces and cautiously tasted it. Apparently it was OK. Debbie gripped my deflated penis to squeeze out the last drop of semen and licked it off her hand before proceeding to wash my limp member. Even after shooting that monster load, the feel of this little girl’s hands all over my dick and balls made it stir. Debbie quickened her pace and I was soon back at attention. She gave me a big smile as she saw what her actions had done, and I beamed back so she could know how she had pleased me.

Lucy pointed at Martin.

“Why didn’t the little boy squirt.”

Martin went red as Lisa explained that little boys cannot produce semen, and only after the genitals grow to become adult are they capable of ejaculation. She told us to get out and be dried off. Martin had kept well down in the bath water, probably trying to hide his little boy bits from the girls, but the cool water had had the effect of shrinking it even smaller. As he got up and stepped out of the water, Lucy let everyone know.

“Look at the little boy’s penis, it has shrunk to almost nothing.”

He went scarlet as we were drawn to that point of loose skin between his legs. Thank heaven I did not have his problem. Lisa dried Martin off, and seemed to concentrate on bringing some life back to his tiny willy. She rubbed it briskly until he had that 5-year-old’s boner to display. Debbie had her hands on mine and was clearly not letting go, so Lucy had to content herself with drying my lesser bits.

I saw Debbie give Martin a huge smile as she towelled my erection, and he did manage a rather wan smile back. He was clearly still embarrassed at having to be naked, but I couldn’t see why. Girls bathing boys is fun all round, so what’s not to like? Lisa said they had finished and Martin ran out to get covered up, but she called him back.

I sauntered over to Martin’s room, still very happy to be on display. No sooner had I got through the door when Debbie rushed in followed by her friend carrying a big box of tissues. Lucy piped up that Lisa thought I might need a hand. I nodded at the box of tissues.

“Why the tissues”

“Just in case any more semen comes out.”

I could not help grinning as I knew Lisa had sent them here for more fun. As I lay down on the spare bed, Lucy could hardly wait to grab me. As my dick was dry I asked Debbie if she had anything for Lucy to use so I did not get a friction burn. She quickly returned with some baby oil, which did the job.

Lucy was going too fast, so I told her to slow down and enjoy. Being new to jerking off boys, I gave Lucy some tips about prolonging the pleasure by changing tack when she felt my penis get very hard, perhaps rubbing my chest for a few minutes, before going back to the penis. She soon demonstrated how quick a learner she was by taking me close to the edge several times before pulling back, which was heaven.

In my ecstasy, I had not noticed Martin come in. Glancing over to his bed, I was surprised to see him lying naked across his sister, who was rubbing his little stiffy. It was interesting to see how Debbie coped with such a tiny dick, especially as it was not circumcised like mine. She just held it with a finger and thumb and did not need much movement to pull the skin right back. It was rather erotic looking at Debbie jerking off her brother’s little boy erection, and, coupled with Lucy’s efforts, I realised I was very near to coming. As I went rock hard, Lucy stopped, but just a fraction too late this time. I groaned in pleasure as a massive orgasm washed over me and squirt after squirt landed on my chest. Lucy sounded worried.

“Was that OK?”

I was out of breath and took some time before I was able to beam at her and sighed.

“Wow, that was great Lucy.”

She looked ecstatic at my reply. I just lay back as she, and now Debbie, got the tissues out to clean me up. When the intensity subsided, I looked around to see my friend had his eyes closed with his finger and thumb going up and down on that tiny willy. I wondered what I would have looked like if my parents had not had my baby penis cut, and smiled as the thought crossed my mind that even then it was likely to have been bigger than his was now.

I noticed Lisa was standing in the doorway looking at the girls cleaning me up. I smiled nervously at her, hoping I had read her right when she sent the girls to me. I need not have worried, as she gave me a big grin. I thought so, as she had set this up to give the girls an experience of boys’ anatomy. I am sure they loved it. I know I did, and probably Lisa too. Even our ‘little boy’ was enjoying himself now as we all watched him jerk off. I saw it twitch a few times as he had another dry orgasm, and then he relaxed. He opened his eyes and saw us all staring. He blushed and grinned across at Lisa.

“Come on girls, it is time for your bath. You can leave these boys now, I am sure they can find something to amuse themselves.”

He jumped off the bed and asked if we could help. He looked crestfallen when Lisa sternly put him in his place.

“The very idea. Boys do not help bath girls!”

He didn’t grasp that girls get all the privileges in life, and us guys just have to accept it and be grateful. He may have been a teenager, but this dejected kid with his tiny dick and well spanked red bottom looked for all the world like he was still in kindergarten.

Martin really was a little boy.

Bath Time for Martin – 4: Lisa’s Story

Their mother had asked me to stay over and babysit her two kids as she had to go away for a few days. Martin had just become a teenager, and his little sister Debbie was 9. She was happy for their friends Paul and Lucy to sleep over, so there were five of us. The boys had a football match Sunday afternoon and would be likely to return pretty mucky so she wanted them both to have a bath before she got back. I was told to oversee their bath and check they did not try to get away with a quick splash, as she did not want all the sheets dirtied.

It was normal to be asked to bath little boys, whose tiny bald penises I found so adorable as I washed them, especially if I could make them go stiff, but these two boys were now teenagers. Paul’s sister was my best friend and I had often helped her give him and his two kid brothers a proper bath, so he was no problem. Martin was a quiet boy and he probably wouldn’t be any bother.

I was preparing Sunday tea when the girls came in and were grumbling about some boys who had been annoying them by trying to look up their skirts. It was Debbie who spoke.

“What use are boys?”

I knew that she would soon find out.

“They have their uses.”

I thought that perhaps her mother’s instructions could be used to educate these two girls about boys, and asked them if they had done any baby-sitting yet. As they had not, I said I could teach them some of the things they would need to know.

“Little boys can be a particular problem as they are naughty, always arguing, and will not do as they are told. Baby-sitters are in charge and you cannot let the little ones disobey your orders. You may have to teach naughty children to do as they are told. Girls are rarely naughty but a stern talking to will suffice. Boys are always naughty and you have to teach them with a really hard bare bottom spanking until it is red and you have them crying.”

I explained that you have to do all the things a parent would do, including bathing them. I asked if they had ever seen a naked boy. Lucy just looked embarrassed. I was surprised when Debbie admitted she had not even seen Martin in his underwear. Both had had glimpses of ‘boy bits’ when watching boys get bare bottom spankings, something they, like all girls, found fun.

The mother’s instructions gave me a perfect opportunity to teach the girls about the anatomy of boys. Paul always liked getting naked in front of me and his sister, but I didn’t know about Martin. If he decided to be naughty and argue with me at bathtime, so much the better, as the girls would get to see some fun. Debbie’s eyes lit up as I said she and Lucy could join me to learn about boys and how to bath them.

Martin and Paul returned just as we finished putting the meal together. After tea the boys went off to watch TV in the den, leaving us to clear up the mess. When we finished, I smiled at the girls.

“Let’s get those two naughty boys naked, shall we?”

Grinning, they followed me to the den, where I told them to wait outside so the boys would not see them, then went in.

“Your mother told me to make sure you boys had a proper bath, so go up and get undressed. I will fetch the towels and be right with you.”

Paul got straight up but Martin looked worried as I followed him out the door. He paused when he saw his sister with Lucy. I gave them a sly wink.

“I have to bath these two boys. Could you girls spare the time to give me a hand?”

They acted so casual.

“Sure.”

Paul grinned and whispered something to Martin, who just stared blankly ahead.

A smiling Paul was already down to his shorts when we entered. Martin had only taken off his slippers and socks, and just stared at the girls. I ran the water then perched on the toilet and beckoned Martin over. I whipped off his t-shirt before he could say anything. Laying down the law with boys does no harm so I sternly told Paul to hurry up and get all his clothes off. I swiftly undid Martin’s trousers and down they came. He had to step out of them, looking shocked to be seen in his tighty-whiteys.

The girls’ eyes widened as Paul slid off his shorts and boxers in one. He stood smiling with hands on his hips to reveal all. He had only just turned 13 but proudly displayed that huge 6” adult flaccid penis I knew so well. Paul loved showing off that monster, even to these gawking little girls. I saw it twitch and smiled at him.

I snatched Martin’s underwear down and off. He cupped his hands in front but I smacked them away. Not only had this teenager yet to start puberty, but he still had the cutest tiny bald penis of a 5 year old. I said he had nothing we had not all seen before and told him to put his hands by his side. He snapped them back.

“No! I don’t want girls seeing my private parts.”

The boy is ridiculous talking of ‘private’ parts. We are giving him a bath, so of course girls will see and handle all his parts as they get washed. I pulled the naked boy over my knee for a good spanking. The girls were going to have their fun as they watch this naughty boy squirming and crying as he gets his rear end soundly thrashed.

With his little sister and her friend looking on and giggling, a bare bottom spanking in front of his friend would soon have him doing as he was told. The girls were grinning, knowing what was coming. Perhaps this was an opportunity for them to have even more fun with a ‘hands on’ lesson in dealing with naughty little boys. If they took part rather than just watch, this teenage boy’s humiliation would be total, especially if they made him cry. I put on my strictest voice.

“You need to be taught to do as you are told.”

I turned to Debbie and Lucy giggling away.

“You girls can help discipline these boys. Girls must be firm when teaching boys to do as they are told. Give this naughty boy’s bare bottom a thorough spanking. You first Lucy.”

Paul’s arousal was becoming a bit more obvious, but I wanted to keep him on his toes so glared at him as I stressed the phrase ‘these boys’. I was amused it was not just his face that fell at my implicit threat of the girls doing the same to him if he stepped out of line. Both boys now had no doubts who was in charge.

Lucy’s eyes sparkled as she came up to spank this naked teenage boy lying prostrate before her. He flinched as she stroked his bare bottom, letting him know she now had free reign over his body. She bent down and whispered in his ear. I could just make out what she said.

“I’m very sorry, but I’ve been told to spank your bare bottom as a lesson. I have to do as I am told, but will try to be as gentle as I can...”

She sounded sympathetic, giving him a light slap on his bottom. Martin relaxed as he thought Lucy was going to be soft. Then her true feelings surfaced as she came down really hard with an almighty smack.

“...NOT! You are going to have your bottom set on fire and will soon be crying like a little baby.”

Lucy was enjoying the power I had given her. He started to struggle, so I increased my grip and told Debbie to grab his arms and hold tight. She knelt down in front of him and did as I asked, grinning as she looked into his face. He quietened down and Lucy continued. Her right hand came down time and again, covering his bottom with red hand prints. Lucy was warming him up nicely.

After a few minutes I told Debbie to swap over. I thought she might be soft on her big brother, but her spanking was much harder than Lucy and he had to be close to tears as she slammed her hand down on his already sore bottom. She ended by spelling out his lesson, adding a painful emphasis to each word.

“You – smack – will – smack – do – smack – as – smack – you – smack – are – smack – told – smack – DO – SMACK – I – SMACK – MAKE – SMACK – THAT – SMACK – CLEAR? – SMACK.”

She raised her voice to a yell, accompanied by almighty spanks. They had both given this naughty boy a most firm lesson. I put on my severe voice.

“Now boy, will you do as you are told?”

He made no reply and I was annoyed he was ignoring me. His slippers were on the floor and I saw the rubber soles had a deep pattern which would make quite an impression on an already tender teenage bottom.

“He needs another lesson. Use his slipper so your hands don’t get sore, and spank this naughty boy’s bottom very much harder. He must learn to do as he is told.”

Suddenly he squawked.

“I will do as I am told Lisa. The girls don’t need to spank me anymore.”

They must have taken the wind out of the lad, but I was not going to back down now.

“I decide when you don’t need spanking. You must answer me immediately, not when it suits you. Debbie and Lucy, give this naughty boy six spanks each with his slipper, and really make sure that bare bottom feels every one of them. You boy will say the number out loud after each spank.”

It was daddy’s idea to have me count the spanks so my responses betrayed how much pain he was inflicting on his ‘little princess’. He never has any scruples about doing it in front of others, always pulling my panties down to my ankles so my bottom, and more, is on full display. As he holds me across his lap I can feel that bulge pressing further into my stomach with each spank. I have to be crying hysterically before he lets me up. Daddy puts my hands on my head, then turns me round and I have to apologise to my audience for being naughty. If my brothers or male school friends are there, apart from seeing me in tears, my jeans and panties are still down so everyone gets a clear view between my legs. They are all grinning with boners tenting their trousers and my humiliation is excruciating. Finally, daddy gets me to thank him for my spanking.

The girls each picked up a slipper, testing it out with practice swishes and smirking whenever he flinched. Debbie knelt down and held his arms as Lucy got back to business. She slammed down on his red bottom, the loud whop of rubber on bare skin immediately being followed by a shriek of pain from the boy. He then began to beg.

“Please stop. My slipper really hurt. I promise I will do as I am told Lisa. Pleeeeeease.”

There was no sympathy from his little sister.

“A spanking is meant to hurt. Naughty boys have to be taught to do as they are told.”

I nodded at Lucy to carry on. She was a quick learner on how to control boys.

“What number was that?”

Lucy smiled as he gasped his reply.

“One”

She added to his humiliation

“How many more spanks do we have to give this sore red bottom?”

He trembled in obvious dread.

“Eleven more.”

Lucy giggled at this display of fear.

“We have indeed, and here comes the next.”

She brought the slipper whistling down again. His shrieks got louder as his bare bottom got redder. Debbie grinned excitedly at Lucy as her fourth spank started his tears. His legs were flailing as he begged Lucy to stop, bawling that he would be good and do as he was told, just like every naughty boy getting his bottom spanked long and hard. She ignored all his pleas, just repeating her question and waited for him to confirm his fate. His little sister then swapped over.

Lucy held his arms and mocked his tears.

“Aah, is da widdle baby cwying cos he got a sore botty?”

She giggled again as Debbie raised her arms.

“It’s gonna get sorer.”

Debbie landed a double handed spank, eliciting an immediate scream and more bawling. With each spank his screams, sobs and pleas increased. Debbie ignored him and just waited for an answer. She was a natural, concentrating on the same spot to increase the pain. Finally, the twelfth stroke landed.

“What number was that you little cry baby?”

We could barely hear his reply, so Debbie whacked him again.

“Speak up! Don’t mumble boy!”

He sobbed his answer.

“TWELVE. Please stop, please, please. I promise I will be good and do as I am told. Please don’t spank me again, please, please. Oh pleeease, pleeeeeeeease.”

Debbie was going to be an excellent baby sitter and did not let up as she pushed his slipper in his face.

“Any more arguing from you boy and your sore red bottom will get more of this!”

With a quivering voice he replied

“Please not my slipper. Pleeease.”

She yanked his hair, pulling his head up to look at her.

“Is the cry baby going to do as he is told now?”

It was a most contrite naughty little boy who blubbed his reply.

“I promise that I will do as I am told.”

Debbie was so pleased as she punched the air with a triumphant cry.

“Yes!”

“Well done girls. You were really firm with this naughty boy.”

Martin was still sobbing as I pulled him up.

“Any more trouble from you and it will be me doing the spanking. That you will never forget. Do you want it now?”

I shook him but got no response as he went very pale. A yellow pool had formed on the floor and I realised he was actually peeing himself and reprimanded the naughty boy.

“Dirty little boy!”

I reached down to squeeze that cute immature penis, stopping the flow. I pulled it to drag him closer to the toilet and told Paul to get a cloth to clean up the puddle. He defiantly folded his arms. Why are boys always so naughty? Debbie was on the case.

“Do as you’re told!”

She whacked Martin’s slipper across Paul’s butt. I was amused by her initiative as he gave out a piercing shriek.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwww”

Paul was rubbing the sting as he ran to get a cloth. He won’t do that again. I chuckled and nodded approvingly to Debbie, then ordered Martin to lift the lid. Easing my grip, I pointed his yellow arc into the bowl. He had to stand there like a toddler who still needed his mummy to aim his penis.

This was an unexpected bonus for the girls education. They were transfixed as they watched a boy perform this usually private act. I thought his little sister might like a ‘hands on’ and told her to get some toilet paper to clean this naughty boy up. Debbie reached out for her big brother’s tiny penis as I got her to squeeze along the shaft, give it a shake and then wipe the end. She still had hold of it when she looked up at him, but Martin just stared blankly at the wall. I wondered if the girls would like a second opportunity to see a naked boy pee standing up and looked at Paul.

“Do you need to go too?”

He was still massaging the pattern Debbie etched on his butt as he stepped up. He was surprised when Debbie reached over and grabbed his monster penis to aim it at the bowl, then repeated that same clean-up procedure. I smiled at her as Paul gave his mumbled thanks.

I asked Martin if he had calmed down, and he gave a brief nod. I put his hands on his head and turned him to face the girls.

“It is not nice having to spank a boy’s bottom, so he should apologise to the girls for being so naughty, and thank them for spanking him to teach him to do as he was told.”

They had clearly enjoyed it, but he was now so demoralised as he snivelled his apology and thanked them for his spanking. I put on my stern voice.

“Now, do as you are told. Go stand by Paul.”

I turned to Paul.

“Are you going to do as you are told?”

He was very nervous.

“Yes ma’am.”

“See that you do. Put your hands on your head”

He did not move quickly enough, so I screamed ‘NOW!’. That got him moving. I glared at the boys.

“You boys. Feet well apart! Jump to it!”

They both had no doubts who was in charge and responded instantly to put their charms on full display. Perhaps more would ensure total obedience, so I turned to Debbie and Lucy.

“If these naughty boys give any more trouble you girls have my permission to spank them hard.”

The girls smugly picked up a slipper to slap it against their palms, and the boys’ faces fell as Debbie spoke.

“I assume you boys don’t want even sorer red bottoms, so I suggest you do as you’re told.”

These naked teenage boys shifted uneasily, knowing that 9 year old girls now decided their spanking.

There were giggles from the girls as the boys stood quietly, with just a few sniffs from Martin. Paul was nervous, no doubt concerned the girls might have him next for a full on spanking, having just seen his friend’s humiliation. Debbie and Lucy’s huge smiles showed they were enjoying the sight of two naked boys, as was I.

The lads were standing side by side revealing the spectrum of male genitalia. The bald immature penis of a little boy, with its point of loose skin and tiny shrivelled ball sac below, is just so cute, and even more so on this teenager. I was very familiar with Paul’s fat 6” circumcised monster, whose massive balls dangled down all surrounded by thick curly hair. The girls had their eyes out on stalks as they stared at this display. It was Lucy who spoke first.

“He has such tiny boy bits”

Martin went red and stared at the ground. She had more questions.

“Why has Paul got all that hair around his thing? Why is it so big compared to his? Why does it look different to his little thing?”

I was thrilled to have this excuse to handle both their genitals as a teaching aid for the girls. I held Martin’s adorable little boy penis with my finger and thumb.

“This is called a penis...”

I put a finger under his little bag.

“...and this sac below is called the scrotum...”

I jiggled it so the girls could see something moving inside.

“...which contains these two testicles. The penis, scrotum and testicles are collectively known as a boy’s genitals.”

I brushed Paul’s pubes and then lifted up his monster.

“Hair grows here during boy’s puberty, which is when the genitals develop and they become adult. Paul has already gone through puberty and has this very large adult penis with these big testicles.”

When I said he had a very large adult penis he grinned at Debbie and Lucy, who smiled back.

“It looks different because Paul has been circumcised, a procedure carried out on many baby boys to cut off the loose skin around the penis.”

I tugged Martin’s tight foreskin back and raised up his cute penis to compare.

“Now I have pulled this boy’s loose skin right back, you can see his penis looks the same as Paul’s, but so much smaller. He hasn’t started puberty so these are the genitals of a little boy. They will get bigger when he grows up.”

Martin looked downcast as I confirmed to the girls and his friend that he was still a little boy who had yet to grow up. Paul was a good bit easier now and his penis began to stir again. The girls would soon see what an impressive boner he had, and I did not have long to wait. It was Lucy who was first to pipe up.

“Paul’s penis has grown huge and is sticking right up.”

Paul was certainly a man down below with that huge erection, which was almost 8” long with a throbbing purple head. Debbie asked why his penis had swollen and got hard. I said that when a boy is naked this was quite normal and is properly called an erection but boys call it a stiffy or boner. Lucy pointed at Martin.

“The little boy hasn’t. His tiny penis is still floppy”

I told the boys to get in the water. Lucy said to Debbie how red her brother’s bottom was where they had to spank him, and hoped he would be naughty again so she could make him cry. I was washing their hair with the girls to assist, but was distracted by that purple head sticking out of the water. By dropping foam off my hands I hoped some would land on that head so I could renew my acquaintance with his monster stiffy as I wiped the suds off. At last success, but Lucy beat me to it as she snaked down to grasp Paul’s rod and wiped him clean. He enjoyed her touch, as he gave Lucy a big smile.

Their hair was all done, so I ordered Martin to stand up with his feet apart and hands on his head so he could be washed all over. I knew he did not want us to see him naked again, but fear of getting another spanking from the girls made him snap to it. That adorable little boy’s bald penis was once again on display, and now just a few inches in front of us. I felt the damp patch in my crotch increase as I did so want to see it go stiff. My initial intention had been to let the girls observe, but my interest in Martin’s penis might be too obvious if I washed him. Apart from being an education for them, it would be safer just to watch them bathing our “little boy”. My turn could come later.

I put on the most matter of fact voice I could muster.

“I will do his back, you two do his front.”

I smiled at Paul as the girls sniggered and set to. I quickly finished his back and sat down to watch these little girls bath their first naked boy. It was Lucy who was first to reach his fun parts, and she giggled at them wobbling about in her soapy hands. Martin was just staring into space, no doubt trying to block all this out. Lucy told his little sister to wash them as well, and she was clearly intrigued as she explored them all over, also giggling as they bobbed about.

Debbie said she had finished. I told her that I had left cleaning his bottom so I could show them how, and ordered the boy to turn round, bend over, and hold his cheeks apart. He hesitated, but his little sister knew what to do as she whacked a slipper across his butt and soon had him displaying his puckered hole. As I suspected, it was dirty. Debbie noticed and screwed her face up in disgust.

I explained to the girls that boys are invariably poor at cleaning after they poop, and told Martin he was now to show his little sister his bottom every time he went, so she could check he had cleaned there properly. The girls needed to know that not everything about bathing boys was pleasant, so I told them to soap up their hands to clean off all his mess, especially to soap the middle finger so they could clean inside the hole. Their faces showed they were none too keen on this bit, but they both did everything I told them.

When they finished I turned him round and was surprised that Martin’s penis was still limp, as most naked boys would have been erect by now. Perhaps he was just too frightened. I thought of a way to get that cute penis hard.

“Unlike Paul, this little boy still has all the skin on his penis, which is known as his foreskin. You need to clean under a little boy’s foreskin so he does not get an infection there.”

The girls did not know what I meant so I had another excuse to fondle Martin’s penis. It was all soapy and kept slipping out of my hand but this gave me more opportunity to feel it. I made out I was angry as I dried it off, hoping my rubbing would make it go stiff. No luck, but my own pleasure would become too obvious if I felt it much longer. He flinched as I clutched his still sore bottom and pushed back his foreskin. This was quite tight, but suddenly his darker glans just popped out. That was so endearing and both girls laughed. Lucy grabbed it out of my hands and kept making the glans appear to peals of laughter from both girls. I told them to wash under there most thoroughly. They were giggling away, so I just sat back to watch as his penis must surely go stiff now.

Lucy peeled back his foreskin as far as it would go. It was the same shape as Paul’s and she let everybody know.

“The little boy’s penis looks like Paul’s now, but ever so much tinier of course.”

She pulled and inspected his genitals all over, even looking down the urethra. When Debbie took over, she squeezed his tiny balls together and Martin yelped in pain. I slipped back into my stern voice.

“Is the little boy giving you any trouble? Spank him very hard if he is naughty.”

She said he was giving no trouble. Lucy took over, still fascinated by his glans as she made it pop out. She was being a bit fierce, but it seemed to be having the effect I was hoping for, as it started to stiffen. Lucy confirmed it.

“Look at the little boy’s stiffy. It is so very small!”

His erect penis really was a perfectly formed miniature, and the lack of hair put all this on full view. I thought it looked beautiful on Martin’s otherwise well-built teenage body and so wanted to touch it. The girls were checking it out and saying how different it was, so I was excluded for now. His sister wanted to know what made it go hard. I explained about it being pumped with blood, like blowing up a balloon, and that they could see his erection moving in time with his heartbeat. They both laughed as it bobbed up and down all on its own.

Lucy carried on washing his little erection, and I noticed Martin looking uncomfortable and flushed. He politely asked her to stop, but she snapped at him not to argue. He started to explain what the problem was, but she told him to bend over. I was sure she only wanted to see him cry again. As I had already given her the power to spank him if he was naughty, I really could not overrule her decision. She had his slipper in her hand as she held him tightly by his little erection and gave him another spanking.

He took it surprisingly bravely and did not cry. That little terror looked upset she had not made Martin bawl, but had a trick up her sleeve to lengthen his suffering.

“Are you going to let me wash you, or are you going to argue with me?”

Martin was still bent over as he wearily replied.

“Yes Lucy.”

The boy did not listen and Lucy pounced.

“So, you are going to argue with me.”

She ignored his explanation and laid into his bottom. Her punishment was swift, but I could see Martin’s courage was exhausted as he submitted to tears. She repeated her questions and he sobbed the right response. She returned to washing his penis, but was being very rough. She speeded up when he got that gorgeous erection again.

I was mesmerized by this vision when I noticed his penis became very firm and saw Martin looking flushed. I was ecstatic as I was going to see that elegant little boner orgasm. I kept watching, knowing he had to be close, and saw it twitch twice. Nothing came out, as he was only capable of a dry orgasm. Martin fell back into the bath as Lucy triumphantly announced she was finished.

“All done now.”

It was Paul’s turn to be bathed all over and, as always during bath time, he was fully erect. I told Debbie and Lucy that they could wash him, and I would just keep an eye on them. Past experience told me Paul would not hold off from squirting for too long, and the girls were certain to get a good show.

I had no intention of warning them of the delights in store, as it would be fun to see the shock on their faces when he goes off. Paul was grinning from ear to ear as he jumped up from the water in keen anticipation of the girls’ attentions. Lucy went straight for that purple head as she left Debbie to wash the rest of him. He was such a big boy, and Lucy squealed that she needed both hands to wash it. Debbie was washing his bottom and feeling in the crack. Paul was enjoying this, and I wondered if she had noticed.

Debbie was clearly reading these signals from boys, as she lingered there and pushed her finger well in. I saw Paul getting flushed and thought he must shoot now. Lucy stopped to let Debbie take over washing his penis. Paul breathed out and I knew he had been very close. Debbie started washing his erection, but I saw her other hand was working his rear. She was a very quick learner on what pleased a boy, and with all her attention she will soon get a big surprise. Paul was now breathing rapidly, his scrotum had risen and that penis had become rock hard. This is it, I thought, but Debbie looked worried and dropped her hands. She started to turn towards me when he went over the edge.

Paul moaned in ecstasy as arcs of semen erupted from his penis and went all over the girls. The stunned look on their faces was priceless. They literally did not know what just hit them. Debbie had semen in her hair, across her face, and all down her front. She frantically tried to grab Paul’s throbbing erection to direct the jets away, but her hands were so soapy she could not hold on to it. Lucy got a squirt of semen full in the face and more down her blouse. She screamed at Debbie to stop as if it was her fault. I was amused as she shreiked at me.

“Paul has white sticky stuff coming out of his penis, what should we do Lisa?”

The semen was dripping down both their shocked faces and they looked so funny I just could not stop laughing. When I calmed down I explained that a stiff penis can squirt semen when it is rubbed and simply to wash it off themselves before cleaning up Paul. Debbie had semen on the edge of her mouth and put her tongue out to lick it. She looked puzzled but had another taste and smiled. Lucy wiped her hand across her face and gingerly licked the back of her hand. She also found the taste OK, as she drew her tongue right across and licked it all off.

That must have been quite an orgasm for Paul, with about a dozen immense squirts, although the last few just trickled out. He stood there with his usual goofy post-orgasmic grin as that monster erection started to subside. Lucy and Debbie watched in amazement as it went right down. Debbie reached over and drew her hand along his limp penis to squeeze out those last few drops of semen and licked them off her fingers before getting soaped up to clean Paul off. She was still in awe at what had just been witnessed and was being very gentle.

Even after such a massive orgasm, he had his usual quick recovery and I saw those tell-tale signs of Paul starting to stir. Debbie may have been the quiet one, but she picked things up very quickly. She noticed it starting to grow and quickened her pace. She was soon rewarded with a full on boner, and shot a big smile at Paul, who beamed back at her in obvious approval of her actions.

Lucy pointed at Martin.

“Why didn’t the little boy squirt?”

“Little boys cannot produce semen. Only after the genitals grow and become adult are they capable of ejaculation.”

It was time to dry the boys off. Martin had kept low in the water for some time, probably to hide his bits from the girls. The cool water had an unfortunate effect, as his penis had shrunk even more to just a point of skin. As he got out of the bath it was Lucy who pointed it out.

“The little boy’s penis has shrunk to almost nothing”

Poor Martin went bright red as we all stared between his legs. I still found it very sweet, and started to dry him off whilst Debbie and Lucy attended to Paul. They were pushing to see who would dry his best bits, but it was Debbie who won as she had not let go of the stiff willy she had created. I was surreptitiously rubbing Martin’s penis to get some life back in it, but made it look like I was just drying him off. It took some doing, but eventually I was rewarded with that attractive little bald erection.

After all I had seen, my crotch was soaking. I did so want to get intimate with his tiny stiffy, but had to get rid of the girls first. I said that we had finished and the boys should get their pyjamas on. Martin rushed out, but I called him back.

“I’m not quite done with you.”

As Paul sauntered out, I spoke to the girls.

“Go and help Paul. You had better take this box of tissues just in case.”

I smiled at them and they knew what I had in mind. The girls looked at each other and grinned, then clutched the box to run after Paul.

Martin looked dejected as I told him to stand there until I finished cleaning the bath. After a few minutes, which undoubtedly seemed longer to him, I turned round and barked out an order.

“Bend down and touch your toes”

He was down in an instant.

“Why do you think I am going to punish you again?”

He looked so nervous.

“I don’t know, Lisa. I thought I had done everything you asked.”

It was time to lighten up.

“You have indeed, including bending over and touching your toes without question when I told you to, even though you knew you had done nothing wrong. I am glad to see you do as you are told instantly now. Sit down, as I was not going to punish you.”

All the anxiety fell off him as he sat gingerly down on the stool.

“Your genitals are still those of a little boy even though you are a teenager. Does it worry you that they have not grown?”

“No Lisa, until tonight I had never compared them with another. Paul’s looked so different to mine, and his penis is huge.”

“You will soon grow up and your penis may end up as big as Paul’s. Each boy grows at different rate, so do not worry that Paul is so well advanced.”

I asked him about his sexual activity.

“How often do you jerk yourself off?”

“I don’t know what you mean Lisa.”

I think he was being a bit coy.

“You don’t need to be shy as all teenage boys do it, sometimes several times a day. How often for you?”

“I don’t think I ever have, but what is it?”

I actually had a virgin, as he really did not know what I was talking about, so I explained.

“Jerking is when you play with your penis until you get a very good feeling, known as an orgasm. Have you never done it before?”

Most teenagers would have been jerking for several years, but I really think he never had. I asked about what happened when he was being bathed.

“Lucy was a bit rough as she washed your erect penis, but did it not feel good? I saw your penis shudder just before you fell back into the bath and assumed Lucy had given you an orgasm.”

He said he had had a funny feeling which was quite nice, but was worried something was wrong. I laughed and told him he had had his first orgasm, although certainly not his last.

He was clearly ignorant of sexual matters, so I explained a few things to him, such as his during his first orgasms nothing will come out, but he would soon be squirting just like Paul. I glanced down and was pleased to see that cute erection had returned. So adorable. I really wanted to touch it, but felt he should try first.

“I see your penis is erect, would you like to try to jerk it now?”

He blushed, but looked at me quizzically.

“Do I need to wash it like Lucy was doing?”

At last, my opportunity to handle that beautiful miniature.

“You can, but it is usual to just use your hands like this”

I used two fingers and began to jerk him off. With some difficulty I stopped. I asked him if that felt nice, and did he want to have a go. It was so erotic to see Martin’s first sexual fumblings on that beautiful little rod, but he stopped and said he could not get the rhythm. He would undoubtedly have got there very soon, but this was my chance.

“I have jerked off boys with even bigger penises than Paul’s, but never a little boy’s one like yours. It will be a new experience for me, and very enjoyable for you as well. Tell me when you start to get that nice feeling.”

I started to rub his foreskin back and forth, and he soon said he thought it was starting. That was my cue to suck this Adonis right off. Pushing his knees apart, I lowered my head to his groin. It was bliss as I opened my mouth and took his pre-pubescent genitals whole. I started to lick and suck that miniature and its tiny sac. Those immature testicles felt so sweet on my tongue. This was having the desired effect on us both, as I felt his tiny rod get so hard and start to twitch, but nothing came out. I heard Martin groan several times as I kept sucking and licking until I had my own orgasm. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Was that nice? I felt your penis get really hard and throb so know you had an orgasm. That was a delight to suck your cute little penis.”

He had Paul’s same goofy grin so I knew I hit the right spot.

“Wow that was incredible, can we do it again?”

Much as I would have loved to, I smiled and forced myself to resist.

“Not now. Try it yourself in bed tonight. Now go and put your pyjamas on.”

I smiled as I sent Martin on his way with a playful smack on that cute bottom.

After Martin left I locked the door, undid my jeans, and reached for that soaking wet spot between my legs to relive tonight’s joy. After that pleasure, I went off to get the girls for their bath. It was quiet, but I guessed they would all be in Martin’s bedroom.

I reached the open door just in time to witness Paul shoot another massive load, this time with Lucy’s help. On the other bed, Martin’s legs were draped over Debbie, who was rubbing her brother’s penis. I was pleased to see that he was no longer nervous about being naked in front of the girls. He looked like he was about to have another orgasm, but Debbie was not reading the signals this time and pushed him off to help Lucy clean up Paul.

Holding back in the doorway, I watched Martin close his eyes and pick up where Debbie left off. It was a delight to see he was starting to explore his tiny bald erection, which looked so beautiful in his hands. Paul was recovering from his explosion, and, like me, was watching Martin jerk himself off. I saw him smile, and then he noticed me in the doorway.

He looked nervous, probably wondering what I would think of this activity, so I gave him a big grin. He guessed what had been happening tonight, and relaxed as we all watched Martin come to a still dry climax. When Martin opened his eyes he saw we were all watching him and gave me that goofy smile again. I brought things to a halt.

“Come on girls, it is time for your bath. You can leave these boys now, I am sure they can find something to amuse themselves.”

Martin jumped off the bed displaying that gorgeous little willy and asked if he and Paul could help. That was a ridiculous suggestion. He may have been cute, but I had to put him straight.

“The very idea. Boys do not help bath girls!”

Paul just shook his head and smiled. He knew and accepted those unwritten rules that meant it was us girls who had all the privileges. Martin looked so dejected as we left. He really was just a little boy who still had much to learn.

**********

A short while later, his mum got back. We were alone in the kitchen when she asked whether the boys had their proper bath. I said I had bathed them myself, but thought it prudent to mention the girls gave me a hand. They might let something slip and if I was going to be in trouble, it was best she heard it from me first. Unsure how she would react, I was relieved at her reply

“That’s fine. Girls are more mature than boys and it will be good practice for when they start babysitting. I trust the boys didn’t cause any bother at their presence, and you took no nonsense if they did?”

I told her Paul was fine, but when I got Martin naked he snapped his hands between his legs. I had told him to put his hands by his side, but he began to argue that he didn’t want us girls seeing his ‘private’ parts. She agreed he was being ridiculous as boys cannot have private parts from girls. We have to wash everything. I told her he went straight over my knee and I had both girls give him a good spanking with his own slipper. They soon had him bawling and agreeing to do as he was told.

“You were the boss and had to let the boys know who was in charge. He is aware of the consequences of arguing with the one in charge and won’t forget that spanking in a hurry. I doubt the girls will let him forget it either.”

She asked how Martin was maturing, not having seen him naked for quite a few years. I told her I was surprised he had still to start puberty but was sure he was just a late developer, unlike his friend who had come through puberty VERY impressively. She smiled and wanted to know if the boys got ‘excited’ during bath time. I said both did, and told her that Martin had the cute erection of a 5-year-old, but Paul’s girlfriends were never going to have any complaints. His mum grinned at me.

“I am sure the next time Paul stays over the boys will need to have a proper bath again. I will just have to do it myself, perhaps with the girls helping.”

I decided she could handle more and told her that I had let the girls bath the boys, explaining that when Debbie was washing Paul’s erection he got ‘very excited’ and the girls had to clean off the sticky mess he squirted all over them. Her eyes went wide, but then came a chuckle.

“I bet they weren’t expecting that! Did you tell them what it was?”

I nodded and said the girls had more questions, especially about the boys’ differences and Paul’s circumcision, which I answered fully. She thought this ‘hands on’ experience with two naked teenage boys in different stages of puberty was highly educational, and no doubt a fun way for the girls to learn. She said it sounded fun for Paul too, but had no sympathy for Martin’s embarrassment at his little sister and her best friend handling his shortcomings. When I told her the girls now called him ‘little boy’ she just laughed.

“Little boys shouldn’t be so modest.”

She praised me for my initiative in giving the girls a supervised environment to learn about the workings of boys’ anatomy. I actually got a substantial bonus!

Bath Time for Martin – 5: Lucy’s Story

When I was 9 I had a sleepover with my best friend Debbie while her mother was away on business. Martin was her elder brother and had just become a teenager. He was the same age as my horrid cousin Julian, with the same haircut and even looked similar, so I had taken an instant dislike to him. He had his friend Paul staying over as well and they had a football match on Sunday. We had Lisa, the 16-year-old babysitter, to look after us. I well remember that weekend when Lisa arranged for us to help bath the boys, thinking it would give us a fun introduction to naked boys. That may have been the case for Debbie, but that vile Julian gave me an earlier introduction which was anything but fun.

Just before tea, Debbie and I came into the kitchen as Lisa was preparing the meal. We had been having some trouble with local boys trying to lift our skirts. Debbie looked over at Lisa.

“What use are boys?”

Lisa said they have their uses, but boys can be a problem for babysitters. She asked if we had done any baby-sitting yet. As we had not, she offered to teach us some of the things we would need to know. She began to explain.

“Little boys can be a particular problem as they are naughty, always arguing, and will not do as they are told. Baby-sitters are in charge and you cannot let the little ones disobey your orders. You may have to teach naughty children to do as they are told. Girls are rarely naughty but a stern talking to will suffice. Boys are always naughty and you have to teach them with a really hard bare bottom spanking until it is red and you have them crying.”

She told us that you have to do all the things a parent would do, including supervising bath time. She asked if we had ever seen a naked boy. I could not possibly admit what happened, so said nothing and just stared at my feet, hoping Lisa would assume I was too embarrassed to answer. Debbie admitted she had not even seen Martin in his underwear, but that we had seen ‘boy bits’ when we watched naughty little boys getting their bare bottom spanked, which was always fun to see. Debbie’s mother had told Lisa to see Martin and Paul had a proper bath after their football match, and Lisa said we could join her to learn all about boys. We were going to have such fun.

Just after five the boys came back from their football match. After tea they went off to watch TV in the den, leaving us to clear up all the mess. When it was done, Lisa grinned.

“Let’s get those two naughty boys naked, shall we?”

As we got to the den, she told us to wait outside where the boys could not see us. We could hear Lisa talking.

“Your mother told me to make sure you boys had a proper bath tonight, so go up and get undressed. I will fetch the towels and be right with you.”

A few moments later they trooped out of the room with Lisa bringing up the rear. Looking across, she gave us a sly wink.

“I have to bath these two boys. Could you girls spare the time to give me a hand?”

We grinned and casually told her ‘Sure’.

Martin looked very worried. Paul whispered something to him, but I don’t think he got a reply.

When we got to the bathroom, Paul was barefoot and had already removed his top, but Martin had only taken off his socks and slippers and was staring at us. Lisa ran the taps then sat on the toilet and waved Martin over. She took off his shirt and told Paul to hurry up. Paul smiled as he dropped his shorts and underwear together and stood with hands on hips so everything was on view. Debbie gawked at his boy bits, maybe the first she had seen close up.

**********

It was very different to the one I was forced to see at very close quarters two years earlier. Uncle John and Aunt Grace were spending a week with us, but we only had three bedrooms and mine had just one bed. Mum said cousin Julian would be fine with a sleeping bag on my bedroom floor. She never knew the nasty things that eleven year old pervert made me do. All that first evening he kept leering across at me, making me uncomfortable.

When I went upstairs to bed he followed, on the pretext of seeing where he was going to sleep. He hung about as I tried to get ready for bed, so I changed in the bathroom then jumped straight into bed. He went back down, but came to bed himself a bit later. I pretended to be asleep when he came in. He switched the light on and took off all his clothes. He was walking about in my room completely naked, supposedly looking for somewhere to put his clothes. This was my first naked boy, so I peered at him from under the blankets. Where I had my little slit, he had this hard thing sticking up in the air. It was about three inches long and as thick as my thumb. He saw me move my blankets.

“What are you looking at me for? I will tell my mum you have been spying on me when I have no clothes on.”

He walked towards the door and I was so frightened,

“I’m sorry, please don’t tell.”

It never occurred to me that an 11 year old boy stepping out of a 7 year old girl’s bedroom naked, would have been the one who was in deep trouble.

“You’ve seen me with no clothes on, so it’s only fair I see you. Now get out of bed and take your things off. If you don’t, I’ll tell.”

What could I do? I was horrified, but had to get out of bed and slowly took off my nightdress.

“And your panties”

I hesitated, so Julian walked up to me and yanked them down and off. I snapped my hands over my front.

“Put your hands on your head, or I’ll tell.”

I didn’t know what to do, but when he reached for the door handle I had to relent.

“That’s better. Lay on the bed and let me have a proper look at you, it’s only fair. Open your legs wide.”

**********

The next day, mum, uncle John and aunt Grace had decided to go out. Mum smiled across at me and my cousin. Julian smirked at me as she spoke.

“You’ll both be alright for an hour or two.”

Within minutes Julian was using ‘I’ll tell’ to get his way. He wanted me to put his disgusting thing in my mouth, but I couldn’t possibly.

“You need to be taught to do what a boy tells you. I will have to give your bottom a really hard spanking. Bend over my knee.”

I was reluctant.

“Now, or I’ll tell my mum you have been looking at me.”

I was so afraid as I bent over. He flicked up my skirt then pulled down my underwear. He rubbed his hand all over my bottom, then between my legs, and I could feel his thing sticking into my stomach. He took his hand away and suddenly smacked my behind full force, and again, and again. It was so painful and I was in tears.

“Go up and wash your face before our parents get back, or I’ll tell them I had to spank you because you had been looking at me with no clothes on.”

As I rushed upstairs he called after me.

“When we go to bed tonight I will see if you have learnt to do what a boy tells you.”

**********

Lisa had removed all the boy’s clothes when he started to protest. She just spun him round and he ended up over her knee. She must be going to spank him.

“You need to be taught to do as you are told.”

She turned to me and Debbie.

“You girls can help discipline these boys. Girls must be firm when teaching boys to do as they are told. Give this naughty boy’s bare bottom a thorough spanking. You first Lucy.”

I looked down and what I saw was cousin Julian lying naked across her lap. This was my chance to pay him back. I gently rubbed his bare bottom then put on my most sympathetic voice as I whispered in his ear.

“I’m very sorry, but I’ve been told to spank your bare bottom as a lesson. I have to do as I am told, but will try to be as gentle as I can...”

I gave his bottom just a light tap and I felt him relax. I smiled when he began to panic as I came down full force time and again.

“...NOT! You are going to have your bottom set on fire and will soon be crying like a little baby.”

The boy started to struggle so Debbie was told to grab his arms and hold him tight. She knelt in front of him and held his arms down. I put a hand on the small of his back, then continued with his punishment, bringing the other hand down hard – smack. I was amused how much his bottom wobbled, and saw a red hand print appear where I had landed. It was so much fun as I kept on spanking the boy. My hand was getting tender as I swapped with Debbie.

She whacked the boy really hard and he started to whimper. She decided to round off with a verbal lesson, emphasising each word with a spank.

“You – smack – will – smack – do – smack – as – smack – you – smack – are – smack – told – smack – DO – SMACK – I – SMACK – MAKE – SMACK – THAT – SMACK – CLEAR? – SMACK.”

She roared the last part of his lesson and gave him almighty spanks. Damn, the boy had not cried! It was Lisa who spoke.

“Now boy, will you do as you are told?”

He made no reply.

“He needs another lesson. Use his slipper so your hands don’t get sore, and spank this naughty boy’s bottom very much harder. He must learn to do as he is told.”

The boy shrieked.

“I will do as I am told Lisa. The girls don’t need to spank me anymore.”

“I decide when you don’t need spanking. You must answer me immediately, not when it suits you. Debbie and Lucy, give this naughty boy six spanks each with his slipper, and really make sure that bare bottom feels every one of them. You boy will say the number out loud after each spank.”

Debbie held his arms as I raised up his slipper and whacked him full force. He gave a scream and pleaded with Lisa.

“Please stop. My slipper really hurt. I promise I will do as I am told Lisa. Pleeeeeease.”

Debbie just scoffed at him.

“A spanking is meant to hurt. Naughty boys have to be taught to do as they are told.”

I grinned at her statement of the obvious and taunted him.

“What number was that?”

“One.”

I knew he would soon be screaming for me to stop, so it would be good to get him to confirm after each spank what I still had to do.

“How many more spanks do we have to give this sore red bottom?”

His reply told me of his fear.

“Eleven more.”

“We have indeed, and here comes the next.”

I continued with this cycle and the boy’s bottom soon turned scarlet. I now had him screaming and kicking his legs as he was bawling and begging me to stop, but his pleas were ignored, just as mine had been two years earlier. I repeated my question until he told me how many more spanks I had to give him.

**********

That night, Julian was there in my bedroom, naked with his thing sticking up. He ordered me out of my bed and then took off my clothes.

“Now, let’s see if your spanking has taught you to do as a boy tells you. Kneel down and suck my dick”

I cringed as I bent towards his crotch. It had a funny smell and I hesitated.

“Stick it in your mouth”

I closed my eyes and did what he told me.

“Suck it, then”

I had to lick it like a lollipop. It was foul. He kept thrusting his hips to push it into my mouth, and I gagged several times. His thrusting became faster and faster and I felt his thing get very hard and twitch, then he pulled it out. It was no longer sticking up, and had shrunk to just an inch long with a point of loose skin.

“Unless you want another spanking, you had better always do as I tell you. Are you going to do as you are told now girl?”

“I promise that I will do as I am told.”

**********

We swapped for Debbie’s turn. The boy was sobbing loudly, so I rubbed it in.

“Aah, is da widdle baby cwying cos he got a sore botty?”

Debbie used both hands as she began to power the slipper down hard, so I added another taunt.

“It’s gonna get sorer”

I giggled as the boy screamed in pain. Debbie ignored his shrieks and childish pleading, to carry on with his spanking until she got to his last slipper.

“What number was that you little cry baby?”

We could barely hear the boy’s reply, so Debbie encouraged him with another whack.

“Speak up! Don’t mumble boy!”

He screamed and pleaded like the little boy he was.

“TWELVE. Please stop, please, please. I promise I will be good and do as I am told. Please don’t spank me again, please, please. Oh pleeease, pleeeeeeeease.”

Debbie shoved his slipper in his face

“Any more arguing from you boy and your sore red bottom will get more of this!”

I laughed as I knew he was terrified.

“Please not my slipper. Pleeeease.”

Debbie yanked his head up by his hair so he had to look at her,

“Is the cry baby going to do as he is told now?”

I was so pleased as the boy sobbed his reply.

“I promise that I will do as I am told.”

The boy was still blubbing as Lisa pulled him up. He stood in front of his best friend displaying that sore red bottom we had given him and bawling like the cry baby he was.

“Any more trouble from you and it will be me giving you a spanking, and that you will never forget. Do you want it now?”

The boy was so frightened that he started to pee himself, as I saw a yellow pool spread on the floor. Lisa was disgusted.

“Dirty little boy!”

She squeezed his boy thing to stop the flow. She pulled it to move him towards the toilet, then made him lift the lid. Lisa told Paul to get a cloth and clean up his piddle, but he folded his arms and stood there. He did not see Debbie behind him and I smiled as I saw what she was going to do.

“Do as you’re told!”

She landed the slipper full force on his butt. His look of horror was a picture.

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww”

That’s how you deal with boys. I chuckled as he rubbed his butt and ran to get a cloth.

Lisa released her grip and directed his pee into the bowl. The boy looked just like a little kid who still needed his mummy to aim it in the toilet. Lisa told Debbie to clean the little kid up. She grabbed his thing, squeezed the shaft and shook it before wiping the end. When she finished, Lisa turned to Paul.

“Do you need to go too?”

We got to see a second performance of this private act. Debbie grabbed his monster and aimed it in the bowl. When he finished Debbie wiped it clean. He mumbled his thanks to her.

Lisa turned the little kid’s naked body round to us girls and I sniggered at his tiny thing. Lisa told him that it was not nice having to punish a boy, so he should apologise to us for being so naughty, and thank us for spanking his bottom to teach him to do as he was told. The boy was crying as he gave us his apology.

Lisa then spoke sharply.

“Now, do as you are told. Go stand by Paul.

She turned to him.

“Are you going to do as you are told?”

He was so nervous as he replied.

“Yes ma’am.”

“See that you do. Put your hands on your head. Now!”

Lisa barked her orders to the boys.

“You boys. Feet well apart! Jump to it!”

I giggled as they jumped. Lisa turned to us.

“If these naughty boys give any more trouble you girls have my permission to spank them hard.”

We picked up their slippers and slapped them against our palms. Debbie smirked at them.

“I assume you boys don’t want even sorer red bottoms, so I suggest you do as you’re told”

They looked so frightened as Debbie let the boys know what they were in for if they didn’t do as we told them.

Debbie was wide-eyed looking at these two naked teenage boys. I looked between their legs and what I saw was Julian’s bald skinny little thing with that point of loose skin. The one next to it was huge and looked totally different. It was six inches long, fat, a big purple head, no loose skin and surrounded by curly hair. I laughed as I pointed out the little kid’s tiny boy bits, and had lots of questions for Lisa.

“Why is there hair around his boy thing? Why is it so big compared to that? Why is it different to that tiny thing?”

Lisa stood between then and used their boy parts to give us our anatomy lesson, starting on the boy with the tiny thing.

“This is called a penis, and this sac below is called the scrotum, which contains these two testicles. The penis, scrotum and testicles are collectively known as a boy’s genitals.”

She stroked that curly hair and continued.

“Hair grows here during boy’s puberty, which is when the genitals develop and they become adult. Paul has already gone through puberty and has this very large adult penis with these big testicles. It looks different because Paul has been circumcised, a procedure carried out on many baby boys to cut off the loose skin around the penis.”

Lisa went back to the boy with the tiny penis and yanked on his loose skin.

“Now I have pulled this boy’s loose skin right back, you can see his penis looks the same as Paul’s, but so much smaller. He hasn’t started puberty so these are the genitals of a little boy. They will get bigger when he grows up.”

I looked across and saw Julian standing there, still a little boy, and not a man like Paul. Debbie and I were staring at Paul when his penis started to get bigger and pointed right up. It was huge.

“Paul’s penis has grown huge and is sticking right up.”

Debbie asked Lisa why this happened and she told us that a boy’s penis often got hard when he is naked. This is known as an erection, but boys call it a stiffy. Next to that huge stiffy, I saw Julian’s little thing. Julian was naked and stiff in my bedroom that first night, but tonight he was just a little boy to me.

“The little boy hasn’t. His tiny penis is still floppy”

I was glad to see shame in his eyes.

Lisa told them to get in the water. As the little boy stepped in the bath I pointed out to Debbie how red his bottom was where we had to spank him, and hoped he would give me more trouble tonight so I could make the little boy cry again. We helped Lisa wash their hair. A large blob of foam landed on that man’s penis and I was able to give it a good squeeze, which made Paul smile at me.

**********

They were all going home tomorrow, and he apparently went straight to sleep. I heard our parents get ready for bed, and then all was quiet. A movement, and it was Julian. He whispered to me.

“Take all your clothes off. Say nothing or I will spank you again.”

I had to do as he told me. He pulled back the blankets and got into my bed. His bare skin was so clammy next to mine, as his hands wandered all over my body. I could feel his thing sticking into me as he got on top and tried to force it in my slit. I begged him.

“Please stop Julian.”

**********

The little boy was ordered to stand up with his hands on his head and feet apart, so that bald little skinny thing was on display again. Lisa told us to wash his front as she did his back. I was going to give him a lot of pain before the night was out. It felt good to see how miserable he was at being naked in front of us girls.

With Lisa there, and his slipper nearby, we could do anything. I would have a bit of fun first, so was just washing his little thing. It really was hilarious to see it bob about in my hands. I let Debbie have a go, and she was as amused as I was.

Lisa then showed us how to wash under his foreskin. She pushed back on it, and this little purple head suddenly popped out of its covering. It looked so funny that I laughed out loud and grabbed it from Lisa to try it myself. Eventually I let Debbie play with it and we were both in fits of laughter.

I then explored it in detail, pulling and prodding all over, even looking down the hole at the end. When the skin was pulled back it looked just like the other one, but was so very tiny.

“The little boy’s penis looks just like Paul’s now, but it is ever so much tinier of course.”

Debbie then took her turn. He shrieked in pain as she squeezed that little sac. She barely touched him, but I made a note how easy it was to inflict pain. Lisa told me to spank him if he was giving her any trouble, but Debbie said he was not. I was disappointed I could not spank him again, but would bide my time.

I took over from Debbie and started to wash him very roughly. He got an erection, and in my hands I saw Julian’s boner which had caused me so much pain. I let everyone know that the little boy had a stiffy but it was still so small. I became rougher. I smiled as the little boy begged.

“Please stop Lucy.”

**********

He pulled back from my slit, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He reached down on to the floor, and I sensed the aroma of baby lotion. He squeezed some out and rubbed it between his legs. There was a squirt around my slit and I shivered, more from fear than the cold of the liquid. He moved his hand and used his finger to force the baby lotion in me. He stopped and I thought he had finished.

“Open your legs wider.”

Once more his thing was between my legs as he began to drive it into my slit. I tried to shove him off, but he was too strong. It hurt, but I could not cry out as he had his hand over my mouth. He gave a hard thrust and it slipped right in. The pain seemed like he was ripping me in two. His body was pumping backwards and forwards and I could feel his thing sliding in and out of my slit. He groaned as he rammed it home and pushed me right up my bed. I felt his thing jerk inside me several times and then he relaxed. He pulled it out quickly and the pain shot through my stomach. It was all dark, so I could not see what he was doing.

“Get down there and suck my dick.”

I did as I was told and moved down the bed. It smelt of baby lotion and other less pleasant things.

“Suck it.”

I had no option but to do as he told me and put it in my mouth. It was not stiff now, and had an odd salty taste. As I licked his disgusting thing it swelled in my mouth and went hard. He told me to stop and turn over. I lay on my stomach and felt him squirt lotion around my rear hole. He then drove his thing into me and I was sobbing with the pain. His hand was over my mouth,

“Keep quiet!”

He kept thrusting in and out before that final spasm, then pulled it out. Tears were soaking into my pillow as he slipped out of my bed.

“All done now.”

**********

This was my chance to get revenge.

“Stop arguing little boy. I have to wash you.”

He started to explain but I brushed him off.

“Little boys can be very naughty and will not do as they are told. Miss Slipper is going to say hello to Mister Bare Bottom with six big kisses.”

I told him to bend over. There was none of the arrogance I had received from Julian now, as the little boy meekly complied. I grabbed hold of that tiny stiff willy, picked up his slipper and whacked his bottom six times as hard as I could, but he didn’t cry. Let’s see if he is paying attention.

“Are you going to let me wash you, or are you going to argue with me?”

He fell for it.

“Yes Lucy.”

I was straight on him.

“So, you are going to argue with me.”

I laid into him, ignoring his pleas, and soon had him crying again. I repeated my question and he was in tears as he gave the right answer.

He looked terrified as I glared into his tear stained face.

“Let that be a lesson. Little boys are not to argue with girls. One more word and I shall make you cry again.”

I smiled as I grabbed the little boy’s tiny willy. Now I could pay it back for the pain it inflicted on me. I pulled and tugged it fiercely, and saw I was hurting him. He got an erection, but this only made me get rougher, as I squeezed his sac hard in the knowledge he could say nothing. It was red raw, when I saw his pained face get flustered. His little boner went really stiff and twitched just before he slipped and fell back into the water right onto his sore bottom. I just laughed.

“All done now.”

Paul stood up next. Lisa told us she would leave it to us to wash him all over. I pushed Debbie away as I grabbed that man’s penis and left her to wash the rest. It was huge and I had to use both hands to wash it. This one was so different to the little boy’s scrawny thing, with a huge sac below and two big testicles inside. I lightly caressed them with my hand, and looked up into his face. He looked nervous, but I smiled as these were too precious to squeeze.

Debbie was finishing washing the crack in his bottom when I said she should take a turn with this monster. I watched as she slid her soapy hands up and down his shaft as he just stood there smiling. She moved one of her hands towards his rear and his smile broadened. He started to look a bit flushed and I noticed his penis had gone rock hard.

Debbie looked concerned and turned to Lisa when Paul groaned as a great squirt of white stuff shot out of the end of his penis and splashed right on Debbie’s face, followed by squirt after squirt down her front. She tried to grab it, but only succeeded in directing it all over me. I shrieked at her to stop and asked Lisa what this was and what should we do. Lisa just sat there laughing uncontrollably. She finally calmed down and explained that a stiff penis can squirt semen when it is rubbed and we should just clean ourselves up then clean up Paul. So that was semen.

I saw Debbie putting her tongue out to lick off some that was dripping down her face, so wiped my hand across my face and gingerly tasted it. It was slightly salty but not unpleasant, so I licked it all off. I looked across to Paul and he had this big goofy smile on his face. Between his legs, that monster flagpole was now shrinking and drooping rapidly. There was a drop of semen hanging off the end, and it was Debbie who reached out for another taste. Debbie returned to cleaning Paul up, and as she fondled his now soft penis I saw it begin to grow. Debbie stroked it more rapidly, and was rewarded with that fully grown flagpole again. She gave Paul a big smile and he beamed his delight at what she had done.

I asked Lisa why the little boy didn’t squirt. She said that only after the genitals grow and become adult are little boys capable of ejaculation. She said it was time to dry them off, so the little boy had to get up and out of the bath. I saw his little thing had got even smaller.

“Look at the little boy’s penis, it has shrunk to almost nothing.”

He went scarlet as we all stared at that bit of loose skin with a tiny shrivelled bag below, which was all he had to display.

Lisa began to towel him off. Debbie was still holding Paul’s monster and would not let go, so I had to towel the rest of him. Lisa was rubbing the little boy between his legs and he got his miniscule boner. She said we had now finished and he and his tiny dick ran out, but she called him back.

Paul sauntered off and Lisa told us to go and help him get dressed or whatever else he wanted. Lisa grinned as she advised us to take a box of tissues ‘just in case’. Debbie and I looked at each other and smiled. We took Lisa’s hint and grabbed the tissues as we rushed off to play with his monster again.

We ran after Paul and followed him into the bedroom. He asked what we wanted, and I said Lisa had said we were to help him with anything he needed.

“What are the tissues for?”

We were rumbled. He just grinned and laid down on the bed as I started to rub that erection. He asked Debbie if she had something to make it easier, and she fetched some baby oil from her bedroom.

As I put some oil on my hands, Paul suggested I slow down and take my time. He then told me to keep an eye on his penis and when it went very hard, to stop stroking and rub his chest for a bit. I was very happy to do as I was told. Soon it went hard and I switched to his chest.

“Did I get it right?”

I felt six foot tall as Paul purred his pleasure.

“Wow, perfect”

The little boy walked in and sat next to Debbie. I just carried on with a real man’s penis and could see Paul was in ecstasy with my handiwork. Debbie reached across and grabbed that little dick, and he swung his legs over so she could reach it. She certainly had drawn the short straw. Paul was getting flushed again and I stopped, but too late. I had got it wrong, as he groaned and squirted arcs of semen onto his chest. I thought he might be angry that I had not done as he told me and I was nervous.

“Was that OK?”

He was breathing heavily and did not reply at once. I was certain he was annoyed, but then he quietly spoke.

“Wow, that was great Lucy”

He had that big goofy smile again. I was ecstatic that I had pleased Paul so much. Debbie had pushed that tiny willy off her lap and was helping me clean Paul up. I saw Lisa in the doorway, and she was looking across at the little boy, now with his eyes closed as he fingered his mini dick. She looked at Paul as we were cleaning him up, and he smiled nervously at her, presumably not sure what she would say. She looked amused and Paul grinned. The little boy’s face became flushed as his little penis twitched a few times before he stopped and opened his eyes. Lisa spoke to me and Debbie.

“Come on girls, it is time for your bath. You can leave these boys now. I am sure they can find something to amuse themselves.”

My eyes looked across and it was cousin Julian I saw jump off the bed and ask if he could help, but Lisa put him straight.

“The very idea. Boys do not help bath girls!”

I was so relieved not to have that pervert see me naked again, nor to have him bath me once more.

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