Bath Time for Martin

Bath Time for Martin 2

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 2 - Mother’s Story

Having had to go away for the weekend, I left my friend’s 16 year old daughter Lisa to look after my 13 year old son Martin and his 9 year old sister Debbie. I was happy for the kids to have their friends Paul and Lucy to stay for a sleepover but gave Lisa strict instructions to see the boys had a proper bath after their football match on Sunday.

On returning late Sunday night I spoke to Lisa who said she had the girls help her with bathing the boys. I was fine with that, as girls are more mature than boys and it would be good experience for when they start baby-sitting. Paul gave no trouble but Martin started arguing after Lisa got his clothes off in front of the girls. She knew my views on disobedient boys, so straight over her knee he went and she had the girls use his slipper to give him a good spanking. A naked teenage boy getting his bottom slippered by his 9 year old sister and her friend, and in front of his best friend too, would have left both boys in no doubt who was in charge. The girls soon had Martin in tears as they taught him to do as he was told. It served him right for arguing with the one in charge. That is a spanking the girls will not let him forget.

I had not seen Martin undressed for a few years so asked Lisa how he was maturing. She had been surprised he had still to start puberty, but said Paul had come through very impressively. As naked boys usually do, she confirmed they both got ‘excited’ and told me my son’s erection was still that of a 5 year old, which Lisa thought looked so cute on a teenage boy. Regarding his friend, she grinned and held her hands 8” apart.

“Paul’s girlfriends will have no complaints.”

That sounded interesting. I might bath them myself when Paul was next over, and the girls could get more practice. I kept telling myself this was only to check my son’s development, as any good mother should of course.

Lisa had let the girls practice bathing boys. When Debbie was using her hands to wash Paul’s boner, he got ‘very excited’ and the girls had to clean off the sticky mess he squirted all over them. After my initial shock, I saw the funny side.

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

Lisa confirmed she had, as well as explaining about the boys’ differences, including Paul’s circumcision. Bathtime must have been educational for the girls, and fun too, as they got to have a ‘hands on’ with my son’s intact little boy genitals and his friend’s circumcised adult ones. Paul had had an orgasm, so he clearly enjoyed his bath, but Lisa thought Martin had been very embarrassed with the girls handling his ‘shortcomings’, especially now they were calling him ‘little boy’. I dismissed her concerns.

“Little boys shouldn’t be so modest.”

Lisa’s initiative in using this as a supervised learning experience for the girls on boys’ anatomy was excellent and I paid her a bonus over the agreed fee. From what she had said, it was going to be worth it for the view next bath time. The kids were all ready for bed when they came into the kitchen, with Martin bringing up the rear being scolded by Lucy.

“Hurry up little boy, stop dawdling.”

He looked across at me and I smiled when I saw he had gone red at Lucy’s use of his new nickname. As they were all here I took the opportunity to set up their next sleepover and smiled at Paul.

“I hoped you had had an enjoyable weekend with Martin and the girls.”

He looked at Debbie and Lucy and grinned as he said it had been great fun. I confirmed that I was available to take the boys to their out of town football game next weekend, and asked Debbie and Lucy if they wanted to come too. We could have a girls afternoon shopping whilst the boys had their game, and pick them up afterwards. I told their friends they could both stay over again. Everyone said that sounded a good plan.

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Saturday afternoon and we had finished our shopping, so I bought the girls a coke before we went to fetch the boys. They were sipping their drink as I casually told them my plans.

“Lisa told me how helpful you were with bathing the boys last week. After all that football the boys will need another proper bath tonight. Would you girls like to give me a hand?”

They looked at each other and grinned. It was Lucy who spoke.

“We’d love to, it was fun.”

“After we have had tea I’ll tell the boys to go up and get ready for their bath. I shall say nothing to you, but a minute or so after we have gone in the bathroom, just walk in and say you have come to help. Don’t mention anything to the boys on the trip back home. It can be a surprise for them.”

The girls kept quiet in the car home, and after tea I sprung it on the boys.

“You two boys need a proper bath, so go up and get undressed.”

Paul got up but my son just stared at me.

“Come on Martin, no messing about.”

He looked across at the grinning girls, who said nothing. After a firm ‘Get going!’, he reluctantly followed Paul out with me behind him. Once in the bathroom I turned on the taps. Paul started undressing, but Martin just stood there.

“Hurry up and get all your clothes off Martin!”

He removed his slippers and socks then dragged his sweatshirt off, but froze as the girls entered. It was Lucy who spoke as she pointed at Martin.

“We have come to help as boys are such a handful, especially this little boy.”

“That’s so kind of you girls. Lisa told me how good you had been last week. Debbie, will you fetch the towels please?”

She scurried off as I turned to her friend.

“Lucy, I told Martin to take all his clothes off but he is dawdling. Get the boy undressed or we’ll be here all night.”

As she approached, he looked at me and shrieked.

“NO! She is not getting me un... Ooooooooooooooooowwwww.”

Lucy cut him off with a full on slipper to his behind. He rubbed furiously as Lucy squared up to his eyes and took charge in her no nonsense voice.

“If this little boy doesn’t stop arguing right now, his bottom is getting such a paddling. Does the little boy want another spanking like last week?”

“Please no Lucy. Not that.”

She pulled up his t-shirt.

“Then this naughty little boy had better let me get him naked.”

He froze when Lucy undid his belt. His face went red as she fiddled with the button then pulled down his zipper, going redder when she yanked down to reveal his tighty-whities.

Debbie returned with the towels as I looked over to see my son’s friend already naked. Lisa was right, he was a very big boy. Paul was smiling, clearly enjoying himself as he showed off his assets. My son was not. Lucy went to remove his underwear but he grabbed them.

“No! I don’t want you girls seeing me naked again.”

His defiant words were belied by a weepy voice as Lucy took no nonsense.

“I warned you little boy.”

She spun him round and over her knee like he was in kindergarten. Swiftly uncovering his rear, she began smacking his bottom hard. It was so funny to see a little girl with a teenage boy across her lap, his underpants pulled down and her hand a blur as she turned his behind red. Debbie was grinning from ear to ear at the sight of big brother getting a bare bottom spanking from her best friend, and Paul was smiling too. I had no sympathy.

“I told you to get your clothes off, but you were being slow so I put Lucy in charge of undressing you. Naughty boys who argue with the one in charge must be taught to do as they are told.”

Lucy will start babysitting soon, and some advice in dealing with naughty boys would be helpful for her.

“Use this slipper Lucy, then your hand won’t sting. If you spank a naughty boy with his own slipper then every time he puts it on he is reminded you gave him a sore red bottom and might remember to do as he is told. You must be firm with naughty little boys.”

Lucy beamed at me as she gripped his slipper tightly.

“Yes ma’am!”

She turned to its owner.

“Little boy, you forgot what you were taught last week. You will soon be bawling and wishing you had done as you were told after I use your slipper a second time to set your bottom on fire. You can plead for me to stop all you want, but I will be spanking you until I decide you have learnt that YOU DO AS YOU’RE TOLD.”

Memories of last week clearly came back as he desperately begged her.

“Please don’t spank me with my slipper Lucy. I promise I will be good and do as I am told. You don’t need to spank me. Please not my slipper Lucy. Pleeeeease Lucy, pleeeeeeeeeease.”

She just waved the slipper in his face.

“Too late little boy. You should have done as you were told earlier.”

He started to struggle so I ordered Paul to hold his friend down, He hesitated, but Debbie knew what was needed and picked up a slipper.

“Do as you’re told, or perhaps you want a sore red bottom too?”

Her threat was enough as Paul jumped to it and gripped those shoulders. My son went to look up, but froze as he found his face in Paul’s genitals. Lucy smashed his slipper down again and again on that already red bottom and soon had his legs flailing wildly as he bawled and screamed, like a well-spanked naughty boy should.

Debbie assumed no one was looking and furtively rubbed under her skirt. Watching Lucy wield the slipper clearly turned her on, just like it did me. Naked boys can’t hide their arousal, as Paul’s impressive boner testified. The spankee was too busy to notice. Between his sobs he begged Lucy to stop and shrieked that he would be good and do as he was told. Typical naughty boy lies. Lucy ignored his pleas to drive the lesson well and truly home. She paused.

“Will you do as you are told now little boy?”

He was catching his breath to reply, but she whacked him again.

“DID YOU HEAR WHAT I JUST SAID?”

This time his response was instant as he sobbed.

“I promise I will do as I am told Lucy. Please don’t spank me anymore Lucy. Pleeeeeease.”

She had not finished.

“You promised that last week, but tonight you broke your promise. Little boys who can’t be trusted get the rules spanked very hard into their bottom so they will never, ever, break promises again.”

Lucy resumed his lesson and soon had Martin’s head and legs flailing wildly, accompanied by more tears and screams. One scream ended abruptly as his mouth came down right on Paul’s boner. Martin gave out a gurgle as Paul groaned and spontaneously pushed forward, ejaculating right in his mouth. Paul’s face went red as he quickly pulled that still squirting penis out, his semen going all over my son’s face.

Lucy smiled but did not bat an eyelid and just carried on with his spanking. Paul’s dripping boner was fast collapsing, and he gave me a nervous smile as I looked across at him. Martin’s screams were interspersed with his coughing as Paul’s jizz came out of his nose and mouth to join that sliding down his face, which was so erotic to watch. My daughter thought so too, as she was grinning from ear to ear and openly rubbing between her legs.

Lucy ended with a thorough reminder of the rules.

“You... whop... must... whop... do... whop... as... whop... you... whop... are... whop... told... whop... and... whop... never... whop... argue... whop... with... whop... the... whop... one... whop... in... whop... charge.... whop... DO... WHOP... YOU... WHOP... UN... WHOP... DER... WHOP... STAND?... WHOP”

Lucy waited for an answer, but all we heard was his childish blubbing. She demanded he reply.

“DO... WHOP... YOU... WHOP... UN... WHOP... DER... WHOP... STAND?... WHOP”

He shrieked

“Yes Lucy. I must do as I am told and never argue with the one in charge.”

“You... whop... had... whop... better... whop... not... whop... argue... whop... with... whop... the... whop... one... whop... in... whop... charge... whop... EVER... WHOP... AGAIN... WHOP. Now do as you are told... WHOP... or you will get another spanking.... WHOP Do you want another spanking?... WHOP”

“No Lucy. I will do as I am told Lucy.”

“You had better little boy.”

She pulled him up by his ear, as Paul got shoved roughly aside. Lucy did not let up, turning her glare on him.

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

Paul hesitated.

“WHOP - ANSWER ME BOY!”

He looked mortified to be spanked by Lucy.

“Oooooooooooooooooooowwwwww”

He screeched in pain, quickly adding his answer.

“Yes Lucy. I will do as I am told Lucy.”

She scowled then barked her orders.

“See that you do. Now you two stand over there and be quick about it.”

She applyied a fierce slipper to each rear. These naked teenage boys let out a shriek, rubbing their sore red bottoms as they rushed to comply, totally under the control of a 9-year-old girl.

“Well done Lucy. These two naughty boys got a really firm lesson.”

Debbie laughed at her blubbing big brother as he shuffled across with underpants around his ankles. She put on a stern voice to order him about.

“Get those off boy, and give them to me.”

He quickly passed them over, but his tear and cum stained face was as scarlet as his rear in embarrassment at having to stand stark naked in front of his little sister with his immaturity on display. I thought my teenage son’s undeveloped genitals looked really adorable. He was still ‘my little boy’.

Paul was soothing the sting in his bottom but had no qualms about being on show. Debbie was checking out his equipment. She saw me and looked rather sheepish, as if she thought I might not be happy where she was gazing. I looked at Debbie, then between Pauls legs, before grinning at her and nodding. She got my message and grinned back. Paul also grinned as his monster stiffy returned.

Paul’s erection was actually bigger than my husband’s. Lisa was right, he really was going to have some very lucky girlfriends. He looked at us and shrugged as if to say ‘it just happens’. I looked down deliberately, then winked at him and mouthed ‘wow.’ He smiled. Debbie turned and gathered up all the boys’ clothes.

“I will put this in with their football stuff and get the washing started. Back in a few minutes.”

I told the boys to get in the bath so we could wash their hair first. Since Debbie was off getting the laundry started, I allocated the tasks between us.

“If we do a boy each Lucy, we will be through in no time. You can do Martin, I can do Paul. Is that OK?”

Lucy was happy with the arrangement. Paul looked very relieved to get me. His hair soon done, he stood up with his legs apart so I could wash him all over. I looked across to Lucy, who already had Martin standing up and, to my no great surprise, was being quite rough as she washed him, her domineering voice demanding obedience.

“Get your legs open little boy.”

“Turn your head this way little boy”

“Bend that way little boy.”

“I want those cheeks wide apart little boy.”

Lucy really was a sergeant-major.

Looking back at Paul, he had that raging erection and was smiling. He stared straight at me and thrust his hips forward and clenched his buttocks to make that monster jerk up and down. He was taunting me, daring me to wash it! Two can play at that game, and I gave him my full-on tease experience. I started as far away from it as possible. As I got close, I went to another extremity and started again. He was getting frustrated, but I continued. When I had gone from all four extremities I started on his butt, soaping and caressing each cheek, and chuckling at the red slipper-shaped tattoo Lucy had applied. I moved to go down between his legs but pulled back each time. I continually moved into his butt crack, keeping up the pressure, but stopped before I got to his sensitive rosebud.

It was amusing to hear him groan in frustration each time I pulled away. I went back to moving as if I was going down between his legs, before pulling back, but then I reached through to lightly touch the bottom of his scrotum. He jumped and I thought he was going to come, but fortunately he did not. I could see he was very close, so brought him right back from the edge before returning to his butt crack. This time I circled his rosebud gently before pulling away. After doing this a few times his penis was fully aroused and dripping pre-cum like a tap. His rosebud was now very soapy, as was my finger, so I went for the coup-de-grace and plunged my finger right in and pushed hard down on his prostate. That did it, as he erupted like Krakatoa without me even touching his boner. He nearly took my finger off as his sphincter clamped down.

At that very moment, in came Debbie and caught squirt after squirt full in the face and all across her top, arms, skirt and down her legs. She took it in her stride.

“All over me and my clothes, and I just got the washing started.”

I was about to tell Debbie to go change in her bedroom when she threw off her T-shirt, pulled her skirt and underwear down in one, and stood there completely bare.

“Debbie! Get some clothes on. Girls should not be naked in front of boys.”

“Why not, they are in front of us?”

I didn’t really have a logical answer to that and could only bleat a weak response.

“It’s just not done. Put some clothes on.”

“I need to wash this off first and the boys won’t mind me sharing their water. Besides, I am only a little girl and have nothing for them to see.”

She was nearly 10 and had already started developing, with distinct mounds and a dusting of pubic hair, so was not really that little a girl. She lifted her foot right up to step into the bath, not caring the boys got a full on view between her legs. Debbie was so strong willed. What could I do?

The boys’ mouths were open, and Paul’s monster was back up to attention. It may have been Martin’s little sister, but she was probably the first naked girl he had seen and he too was erect. Lisa was right, that hairless little boner looked really cute on this teenager.

“Errr. Have you finished Lucy?”

She confirmed she had, so I told her to get Martin dried. Paul looked at me and grinned.

“You haven’t quite done with my front, it got a bit sticky.”

It was Debbie who piped up.

“I’ll do it, as I am already wet.”

Before I could say anything she rose like Aphrodite out of the water and put her hand on his far shoulder. They smiled at each other as he did the same, pulling her body closer, apparently for mutual support. The kids were naked, but looked so adorable, like a boyfriend and girlfriend together. If only I had a camera, it would have been a stunning picture.

Debbie reached down and started washing off his genitals. He was clearly very aroused as he studied her naked body pressed against him. Despite two massive orgasms already tonight, it did not even take a minute and Debbie had him squirting again. When he stopped, she gripped his shrinking penis and pulled gently along it to squeeze the last of his semen into her hand. She grinned up at me, then licked it off. It was incredibly erotic to watch these two naked kids.

She returned to washing his genitals and he got another boner. Oh, the vigour of youth. I looked across to Martin, who was still erect and gaping at his naked little sister. My motherly instinct surfaced.

“I think that will do Debbie. Get out Paul so I can dry you off.”

As he stepped into my outstretched towel he whispered to me.

“You gave me my best ever, and without even touching it. Thank you.”

I smiled and began to dry him, paying particular attention to that massive boner. Eventually he was completely dry.

“You can put some clothes on now.”

That was when he dropped a bombshell.

“I’m sorry, but I forgot to bring some spare clothes over, and Debbie has put all mine in the wash.”

He had a cheeky grin, as he continued.

“We are not going out and you have all seen me, so I don’t mind spending the evening like this.”

He did seem to enjoy being an exhibitionist, and I wondered if he had forgotten his clothes on purpose. Well, I didn’t mind, and I was sure the girls wouldn’t. Perhaps this might also be a chance to remove some of Martin’s modesty.

“OK Paul, that is fine.”

I turned to Martin, who still had that cute boner.

“You can keep Paul company, so don’t bother putting anything on.”

His face fell and he started to say something but Lucy slapped his thigh really hard.

“Were you about to argue with your mum?”

A small pink handprint appeared, which he rubbed briskly. That sweet 5 year old’s boner collapsed as he quickly replied.

“No Lucy.”

I asked if Lucy was going to take a bath and she said only after the boys had left. Apparently, she retained her ladylike modesty, unlike Debbie! I still did not think it right for girls to parade naked in front of boys, so after I sent Martin and Paul downstairs I turned to my daughter.

“Debbie, don’t come down until you have put some clothes on. Do I make myself clear.”

“I was going to keep Paul company too, but if you insist mum.”

“I do insist young lady!”

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As I went into the living room, the boys were watching TV. Paul was stretched out on the couch completely on display, but Martin was laying on the floor on his stomach, presumably to keep his little bits hidden. Twenty minutes later the girls came down, and thankfully Debbie was fully clothed. She looked down at her brother and laughed.

“Hey Lucy. You did a good job teaching the little boy to do as he is told. It looks like a baboon’s butt it is so red.”

Paul and Lucy joined in the laughter, but Martin just stared at the TV. Paul shoved up on the couch as the girls sat either side of him, each resting a hand on his thigh. I got up and asked if they wanted something to drink and went into the kitchen. Debbie and Lucy followed me in. They looked a bit nervous as if they had something to say but did not know how to put it. Finally Debbie spoke up.

“Mum, can we invite a few of our friends here tonight for a sleepover. They can bring their own sleeping bags and we can all hunker down in the den.”

It didn’t take a genius to work out why this sudden desire for a girls sleepover tonight. I knew Paul would not mind and it might cure Martin’s modesty, but thought a token show of resistance was called for.

“I don’t know about that. How many?”

Debbie looked worried and glanced at Lucy.

“Errr. Lucy wants to ask four friends, and I have four to make the numbers even. Of course, they might not all want to come. We had that many at my birthday party. Please mum, pretty please.”

Two naked teenage boys on show and she thinks they might not all want to come. They would walk through fire and battle with Grizzly bears to be here.

“Oh, alright, but not too much noise and no mess.”

Debbie’s face burst into a huge grin as she gave me a big hug.

“Thanks mum, you’re the best! We’ve got to phone round, so will be up in my room.”

I asked them to arrange for their friends to all arrive at once, and to be quiet as a mouse when they came in so it will be a surprise for the boys.

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At 8.30 the doorbell rang and I got up to answer it. I went to the door and smiled as their friends stood quietly with their sleeping bags. Word must have got round, as there were 14 girls on the doorstep. Some were clearly younger and some older than Debbie and Lucy. Sisters of their friends I guess. It was going to be crowded in the den tonight! I put a finger to my lips and whispered.

“Go down and put your sleeping bags in the den then come back up, and not a sound.”

How 14 young girls managed to keep silent is a mystery, but silent they were. I put my finger to my lips again and we all crept to the living room door. I opened the door and announced their friends, who all streamed in.

“It was for you girls.”

Martin was lying naked on the floor when he was suddenly surrounded by young girls. Horror was an inadequate description for the look on his face. Paul still had his cheeky grin, as the girls all stared between his legs. There were gasps and giggles in equal measure. One of the bigger girls looked down at Martin.

“Look at that red bottom on Debbie’s big brother. He still gets spanked like a little kid.”

Lucy explained.

“His mum asked us to help with the boys’ bath but he was so slow getting ready she put me in charge of getting him naked. He wouldn’t let me take off his underpants so I had to put him over my knee. I pulled them down and used his slipper to give his bare bottom a good spanking so he would learn to do as he was told. I soon had him crying and begging me to stop.”

Martin’s face went red.

“We call him little boy now. Get up little boy so the girls can see why.”

He didn’t move. He was going to have to get up some time, so I gave him a warning.

“Lucy told you to get up. I strongly suggest you do as you are told.”

Lucy now knew she had my support and raised her voice.

“GET UP LITTLE BOY!”

He clearly had not learnt his lesson and stayed rooted to the spot. A hush fell over the room. Lucy could not overlook such wilful disobedience in front of me and her friends. I looked at Lucy and nodded. She quietly rose and picked up his slipper. Without a word she knelt down and softly placed her hand in the small of his back. It may have been a gentle touch but he knew what was coming would be anything but. The silence was broken as he shrieked.

“Please don’t spank me again Lucy. I’ll get up.”

Why didn’t he get up when she first said? Lucy had no choice but to ignore Martin’s plea and give him another lesson in obedience. She began whacking his red butt and soon had him crying. She spanked him until he was bawling his head off as he screamed and begged her to stop, but she just carried on. Lucy was giving her friends a flawless display of how to teach naughty boys to do as they are told. Finally, she held his slipper up high, and had menace in her voice as she quietly spoke.

“So, are you going to do as you are told now little boy?”

“Yes Lucy, I will.”

She had not finished.

“Do you promise that if any of these girls tells you to do something, you will do it without question?”

“Yes Lucy, I promise.”

“You know what they will do if you do not.”

“Yes Lucy, but I will do as I am told.”

“Good. Just remember that.”

Lucy turned to the smallest girl present, who looked about six.

“Jessica, tell him to get up and show us why he is called little boy. Take this and give him another spanking if he does not do what you tell him.”

Jessica stood over Martin with his slipper raised.

“Get up and show us why you are called little boy.”

He stood up slowly and hung his head. Jessica looked up at him then spoke to Lucy.

“But he is a big boy, why do you call him little boy?”

The girls roared with laughter at her ignorance. Paul grinned as Lucy said to him.

“Would you go and stand next to him to give her a clue.”

The girls had all been looking at Martin, and had not seen that the spanking got Paul as aroused as me. As he crossed over to Martin some of the girls whistled, but he kept his back to Jessica. She was still puzzled.

“But they are both big boys.”

He turned to her,

“Any clues now?”

Jessica let out a gasp.

“Oh my God! I can see now. His boy thing is so tiny.”

She started to giggle.

“It looks like my brother’s who is only four. He really is still a little boy!”

“Debbie, you should introduce your friends properly to the boys?”

Debbie pointed to the three biggest girls.

“They both know Jane, Emily and Louisa, who are in their class at school.”

The three girls had been right at the back and Martin had not seen them. He looked mortified as not only were these classmates getting to see him naked, but they had just seen a 9-year old girl give him a spanking until he was bawling and screaming. The three came over to the boys and Jane scowled as she looked at Martin.

“Hello cry baby with the red butt.”

She turned to Paul.

“Oh my! Wow! Hello big boy! We just don’t see enough of you at school. I’m so glad for this opportunity to fix that.”

The girls all laughed at her lame joke, and I had to smile. Paul faced them with arms spread wide.

“My pleasure girls.”

Martin just stared at the floor and mumbled.

“Hi.”

I asked how the older girls knew Debbie and Lucy. Jane said our sisters are in their class, and pointed them out.

“Rachel is my sister, June is Emily’s and Paula is Louisa’s. You have already met Jessica, my youngest sister, who had her sixth birthday today. This is her first sleepover and we thought this would be a special birthday treat for her.”

I chuckled.

“Quite. I am sure the boys would like to wish you a very happy birthday Jessica.”

Paul smiled at Jessica.

“Happy birthday Jessica. May I give a birthday kiss to such a pretty girl?”

Jessica giggled and presented her cheek to him, but he picked her up and placed a big kiss right on her lips.

“That’s a proper birthday kiss. Come on Martin, you too.”

My son bent down to give her a quick peck.

“Happy birthday Jessica.”

She was happy enough. The girls crowded round as Debbie presented the boys one by one for an ‘up close and personal’.

“Where are my manners. Would you all like a drink and a snack? Lemonade and crisps OK?”

I walked off to the kitchen and called to my son.

“Come with me Martin. You can act as waiter.”

He seemed happy to get away from the girls, but complained as soon as he got in the kitchen.

“Why can’t I put some clothes on? I don’t like all these girls seeing me naked.”

I told him that little boys shouldn’t be so modest, and he should be like Paul. It really is a privilege for little boys not to have to wear clothes. He pouted at me.

“I am not a little boy, I’m thirteen.”

I put my arms on his shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. I held his gaze silently for five seconds, then dropped my eyes to below his waist.

“I still see my little boy. Would you like me to fetch a mirror?”

He was almost in tears as he replied.

“I’m very sorry mum, but I can’t help that I have not matured down there.”

I gave him a big hug.

“You will grow soon enough. There is nothing wrong, some boys just start later than others. If you are worried, I could take you to Doctor Jones for his professional opinion, but I am certain he will say the same as me. You just need to be patient.”

“I am not worried, but it is very difficult to be patient when you are naked right next to Paul. His is so big.”

“Paul is a bit of a special case, as he has matured at a very early age. It might be some comfort to know that he will not get any bigger, although, even for an adult, he would be regarded as on the large size.”

Martin needed a bit of reassurance, so a little white lie was called for.

“Can I let you into a secret. Don’t ever let on I said this, but your father told me that he was also a late developer, and did not have any hair until he was almost 15. It is probably a family trait. By 16 he was fully grown and I can assure you it is almost as big as Paul’s.”

Martin’s face was a picture of horror and fascination at my last statement.

“Sorry son, was that too much information? You know, it is the same for us girls, but in different places. When your aunt Margaret was 11 and I was 13 she got all the attention from the boys. I was still flat chested and she had a bra, but two years later I was bigger than her. Oops, sorry. Too much information again.”

He looked at me.

“Why do you let Lucy spank me, she is only a little girl?”

On this I held firm.

“Girls mature earlier than boys, and whether you think it or not, she has shown more maturity than you. When I give her my authority, if she tells you to do something you must do it as if it was me telling you. I told her to get you undressed because you were acting like a child in not wanting to take your clothes off. It was your choice to defy her, and the consequences of your choice were a good spanking. Earlier she told you to get up but you wouldn’t. I warned you to do as you were told, but you ignored me as well.”

He protested.

“You hadn’t given her authority to tell me to stand up, and eventually I did say I would get up but she still spanked me.”

I had to set him straight.

“My warning was your first clue that I was backing her up with my authority. She could have spanked you the first time you disobeyed her, but then you disobeyed me, and finally you disobeyed her a second time. No one could allow such deliberate disobedience to go unpunished. You only said you would stand up when it was far too late and you realised you were going to get spanked. If you had put your little boy’s brain in gear it was obvious you were going to have to stand up sooner or later, so what did this disobedience achieve? You got a well-deserved spanking from a 9-year-old girl who had you crying and screaming in front of all the girls, including your classmates. And you still had to stand up! As if that was not enough, that same 9-year-old girl was able to get you to promise, with all the girls as witnesses, that if any of those girls tell you to do something, you will do it without question. Out of your own mouth you, who think yourself a mature teenager, have given all the girls authority to spank you if you do not do as they tell you, even 6-year-old Jessica! All because you didn’t do as you were told, and YOU STILL HAD TO STAND UP!”

I could see from his face that the full implications of what he had done were finally starting to sink in.

“Now do you see why I think Lucy is more mature than you. She used her maturity to think things right through and was able to put you in this position. With your immaturity, you didn’t think, and where has it got you?”

He was almost in tears.

“What can I do?”

There was no sense sugar coating things.

“Tonight is not going to be easy, but it will be much harder if you don’t use your head. Remember, there are 16 girls’ brains to your one boy’s brain, so any time you think about arguing, don’t. You already agreed to do whatever they want so you will only lose and make things worse, probably much worse. Let them do what they want and try to act confident and take everything in your stride. If they get a negative reaction from you, they will probably do something worse, so try and laugh most things off. Don’t forget, some of the things the girls may want to do to a boy might actually be fun so don’t miss out. I know it will be difficult, but act as if you are fully clothed. The girls are all staring now as it is new and exciting, but that will quickly pass as they get used to it. Us girls are easily bored. Now let’s see about those drinks and crisps.”

He started to set out the trays and glasses and filled up the bowls with crisps and soon had everything ready.

“Are you ready to face them?”

“I think so.”

“No, you know so. Confidence! What do you say if they ask about your red butt?”

He looked worried, so I prompted him.

“Try honesty. Why did you get spanked, and how good is Lucy at it?”

“Err. How about... ‘It was all my own fault for not doing as she told me, and that Lucy really is a demon with the slipper’?”

“Good. Smile and rub your butt as you say that.”

I threw a curveball.

“Hey little boy, why have you got such a tiny dick?”

He looked shocked that his own mum would say that, but recovered.

“I’m just a late developer ma’am, it’ll get bigger.”

“OK, I’ll do what I can to help, but I’m going to keep you and Paul naked with the girls until after breakfast, so you’re going to be on your own most of the time. Be brave, you can take it.”

He smiled and walked out into the girls.

**********

He was doing quite well and really was ignoring the fact he was naked. Paul was chatting away to Jane when I let him know about when he would be getting his clothes back.

“Paul, I won’t be able to iron your things until after breakfast. Will you be OK like this until then?”

He grinned.

“Sure, I’m fine. Any time.”

“Will that be OK for you to keep him company Martin?”

Before he could even reply, Lucy slapped him hard on his thigh.

“What did you do that for Lucy?”

She looked surprised I even asked.

“He was going to argue with you.”

“He had not even opened his mouth. Please do not hit Martin again without my express permission.”

She looked daggers at Martin as she muttered.

“Yes ma’am.”

Martin said he was fine and the sting had gone already.

“Are you OK keeping Paul company until after breakfast.”

“I don’t mind. Everyone has seen me now.”

Jessica came over and gently touched his butt.

“Wow that is awfully red. Does it hurt?”

He looked at me and rubbed his butt.

“Yes it still stings, but my spanking was my own stupid fault because I didn’t do as Lucy told me. She certainly wields a mean slipper.”

“My dad spanks me sometimes, and Rachel and Jane. Only when we are naughty though and deserve it, but it still hurts a lot. He caught Jane smoking Thursday and really laid into her. He spanked her bare bottom and she was crying and screaming. He had her bend over her bed and made Rachel and me watch so we would know what would happen to us. I’m never going to touch a cigarette.”

Martin smiled at her.

“I guess life would be a lot less painful if we all did as we were told. It might be embarrassing for me, but I am going to do everything I am told tonight.”

Jessica looked at me.

“Why has he got such a small boy thing? Paul’s is huge and he has all that hair. It looks different to his. Why is that?”

I whispered to Martin.

“Be brave.”

“Paul, would you come and stand here please. Girls pay attention.”

They all gathered round.

“How many of you have had a sex-ed class yet?”

A few of the older ones nodded.

“Jessica asked some important questions about Martin and Paul’s boy parts, and how different they are. Some of you without brothers may be seeing boy parts for the first time, so it will be helpful to explain what you are looking at. As you can see, Martin’s boy bits, properly known as genitals, are very much smaller than Paul’s, and as Jessica pointed out earlier they are the same size as her little brother. Can you tell the girls why that is Martin?”

He gulped, but spoke in a firm voice.

“I have not yet gone through puberty because I am a late developer. They will grow eventually.”

I continued with their sex-ed.

“Puberty is when our bodies change and we grow adult features. The age when puberty takes place varies, but it is typically between 11 and 16. This is when boy’s genitals grow to their adult size. Paul and Martin are the same age, but Paul happens to be an early developer, and Martin just happens to be late. In a year or two it will be fully grown like Paul’s. Let me show you the parts of a boy’s genitals.”

I reached down between my son’s legs.

“This is called the penis, and if I lift it up you can see there is a little sac hanging below which is called the scrotum. Jiggling his scrotum you can see two things moving inside, which are called testicles. Boys commonly call the penis their dick, and testicles are their balls.”

I moved on to Paul.

“With puberty, boys grow hair around their genitals. Being an early developer, his genitals are already fully grown. Jessica asked me why Paul’s penis looks different to Martin’s. As you can see, Paul has this purple head with a slit in the end, whereas Martin’s comes to a point of loose skin.”

I demonstrated Martin’s foreskin.

“That loose skin is known as the foreskin, and it can be pulled right back like this.”

He was tight, but a bit of pressure had it sliding back. The head popped out to a round of giggles from the girls.

“Apart from being smaller, you can now see it has the same shape as Paul with the slit in the end. All baby boys are born with a foreskin, but what has happened to Paul is that his has been cut off.”

Some of the girls gasped and Jessica spoke.

“Didn’t that hurt?”

It was Paul who replied.

“My dick has always looked like this, so it must have been cut off when I was a tiny baby.”

“That’s right, the removal of a boy’s foreskin is usually done when they are a little baby, shortly after they are born. Sometimes it is done for religious reasons, but some parents just think it is a good idea. I was asked if I wanted it done when Martin was born, but I preferred to leave him intact.”

I heard Jane whisper to Lucy ‘He’s still a little boy in my book’. I looked across and saw she was standing next to her sister Rachel. The sisters looked similar to me and my sister Margaret at their ages. Perfect!

“Jane and Rachel, would you sisters like to come here and stand by the boys so everyone can see you?”

They looked puzzled as they came over.

“Girls have to go through puberty too. For girls, much of the change takes place inside the body, but does anyone know what changes are most noticeable?”

Debbie giggled.

“We get boobs, mum.”

I saw Jane looking a bit uncomfortable and continued.

“Have a look at Rachel and her big sister Jane. What do you notice?”

It was my daughter again.

“Rachel’s top sticks out quite a bit, but her big sister is still flat. Rachel’s got boobs!”

Jane went red but tried to recover.

“She hasn’t, I bet it’s padding.”

Rachel’s face looked like thunder.

“It is not!”

Before I could say anything she pulled her t-shirt and training bra up to reveal two firm breasts.

“See!”

“Err... Thank you Rachel, put your clothes back on.”

I turned to Jane.

“So, are you still a little girl?”

She pouted.

“He still gets his butt spanked.”

I smiled at her and sniffed.

“Is that cigarettes I smell? Surely you don’t smoke do you?”

Her face fell and she went scarlet. I was quite content to leave her secret just between us, but Jane had really pissed off her sister.

“On Thursday Jane was acting real stupid and Dad caught her smoking. He gave her a good spanking, and on her bare bottom too. Jessica and I got to watch and she screamed and cried like a baby. She really is still a little girl. I am going to leave my t-shirt off just to remind her who is the big girl now.”

To emphasise her point, she thrust her chest out. Sisters!

The sight of a topless girl with boobs had the expected effect on the boys, and it was Jessica who spoke.

“Both their penises have grown and Paul’s has stuff leaking out the end. What is that?”

I explained to the girls.

“When a boy gets excited it is quite natural that his penis will grow and get stiff. It goes like that as the heart pumps extra blood into it, a bit like blowing up a balloon. If you look, you will see the penis moving up and down with their heartbeat. It is properly known as getting an erection, but boys usually refer to it as a stiffy, or a boner. Many things make their penis go stiff, and at their age it can sometimes go stiff for no reason at all. On this occasion I think the reason is clear, as a boy will always get excited when a girl shows a part of her body which is normally covered. The sight of Rachel without her t-shirt is more than sufficient.”

Rachel looked genuinely surprised.

“Wow, did I really do that to the boys?”

I nodded as she came in for a closer look, which only made the boys get stiffer as her exposed boobs were brought right up to them. Paul was dripping like a tap now.

“Is that pee which is coming out of Paul?”

“That is where a boy’s pee comes out, but when he gets excited a different liquid is produced, known as pre-cum.”

Debbie chipped in.

“When Paul gets very excited his penis goes really hard and he squirts sticky white stuff out of there, known as semen. Earlier Paul squirted all over me when I entered the bathroom whilst mum was bathing him. I was cleaning the sticky stuff off his penis a few minutes later and he squirted again.”

Several girls spoke.

“Can we see that?”

Although I would quite like to see him squirt again, I was not sure Paul would be happy with all of these girls watching. His exhibitionist tendencies resolved my dilemma, when he grinned.

“I don’t mind. Rachel can do it, as she is nearest.”

Nearest? Yeah, right. And her naked boobs had nothing to do with it I suppose. He looked straight at me.

“Do you keep any lube handy?”

I could hardly answer that, but Debbie saved me.

“I will fetch some of my baby lotion mum.”

Paul laid down on the couch and Rachel knelt on the floor alongside him so everyone could see. Debbie came back and handed Rachel the lotion, but she did not know what to do. I thought it best to treat this as Paul’s show, but he had his eyes glued to her chest. I coughed and he looked up at me then spoke.

“Err. Put some lotion on your hand Rachel and slide it up and down the shaft. Let me show you.”

He held her hand around his shaft and showed her how to masturbate him. His eyes returned to her chest, which was bouncing up and down as she moved her hand. With such a sight, he was not going to be long and was soon letting out those groans of pleasure as he squirted all up his body. As the last few squirts dripped down onto her hand, Rachel had this huge grin on her face.

“Wow, I felt it go rock hard and then it started to throb and squirt. That was awesome!”

My daughter reached down and picked up some semen on her fingers and showed it round.

“See, it is sticky.”

She then put her fingers in her mouth.

“It tastes a bit salty.”

Several of the girls screwed their faces up.

“Eeeww. That is gross!”

Others came closer to touch it, and a few brave girls tasted it.

I told Debbie to go and fetch a wet cloth and towel to clean Paul up, then the girls could all go down into the den. I whispered to Martin.

“I want you and Paul to join them. Just do what the girls tell you and it will all be fine. Are you OK with that?”

He gave me a resigned smile.

“Thanks mum. I have got over being naked, and the girls are hardly noticing me, so I will be fine. I have promised to do whatever the girls say, however embarrassing, and I will. I got myself into this, so I will just have to take it.”

Rachel dragged Paul off to the den, and he could not keep his eyes off her boobs. Little Jessica had taken a shine to Martin and held his hand as they walked out of the room.

Now the girls had gone, it went quiet. There was just a murmur coming up from below, interspersed with laughing. I watched a film before realising it was getting late. It was not a school day tomorrow, but I thought I had better go down to the den and tell them to get ready for bed.

I got to the top of the stairs and it went quiet, then the unmistakeable sounds of spanking. As I got nearer, I heard Jessica.

“Don’t spank him, he was going to let me do what you told him.”

It sounded like she was in tears. As I opened the door, Martin was over Lucy’s lap, and she was laying into him with his slipper. She stopped as I walked in.

“He wouldn’t do as he was told.”

I was so certain Martin was not going to disobey the girls.

“What did you tell him to do?”

She looked uncomfortable and did not reply. From what I heard as I came down the stairs, Jessica was involved so I asked her. She looked embarrassed.

“I don’t want to say.”

Looking round the room there were a lot of uneasy girls.

“Who will tell me what Lucy asked Martin to do?”

There was a wall of silence, so I turned to Debbie.

“You will tell me exactly what happened.”

“I’m very sorry mum, things got out of hand. We were all telling Martin to do things, some of them were silly, and some embarrassing, but he never complained at all. We all thought Jessica had a soft spot for Martin, as she continually sat next to him and kept holding his hand. Lucy taunted Jessica and said she loved him, then she told Martin to get her to kiss him.”

I was sure Martin could not have objected to that.

“Martin refused to let Jessica kiss him?”

Debbie looked down at the ground and barely whispered.

“It wasn’t on his lips mum, and Jessica said she did not want to kiss him down there.”

She looked up at me.

“She was in tears mum because Martin was going to get a spanking if she did not kiss him there but she really didn’t want to. It was Martin who calmed her down and told her that she did not have to do it, and if he got a spanking it was not her fault. We thought Lucy would let it drop, but she ordered Martin over her lap. He didn’t say anything and just bent over Lucy’s lap.”

I looked over at Lucy.

“Let him up.”

When he got up I asked him if this was true and he nodded.

“Sorry mum, but I didn’t think it right to make Jessica do something she didn’t want to do, just so I would avoid a spanking.”

I turned to Lucy.

“I thought you were the mature one, but I was wrong. You told Martin to do something that he could only do by forcing a six year old girl to do something she did not want to do. You saw how upset she was that someone else would get punished if she did not do this, yet you said nothing. Martin made the mature decision, even though he risked a spanking. I think it is you who deserve a thorough spanking, and it should be over Martin’s lap.”

Martin surprised me.

“No mum, I don’t think that would be right either.”

Then Lucy had to go and stick her tongue out at him.

“Why did you do that?”

“He is only a silly little boy and would not dare spank me.”

Her arrogance made me cross. I asked Martin if he was afraid of Lucy, and why he felt it would not be right.

“I’m not afraid, but it should not be me. Lucy might think it was just me getting my own back, rather than getting punished for doing wrong.”

“Lucy, I told you earlier not to hit Martin without my express permission, yet you disobeyed me. You gave Martin a wholly unwarranted spanking, and you upset the youngest girl here by forcing her to choose between doing something she did not want to do, or seeing her friend get a spanking. You are going to receive a thorough spanking, and it is going to be on your bare bottom. Get your clothes off now!”

She screeched.

“I am a girl, you cannot spank me bare.”

“Lucy, you have shown us that you are just a naughty little girl, and little girls should not be so modest. You have 5 seconds to start getting your clothes off or I will tell Martin to undress you. If you argue with him, he has my full authority to give you a spanking and I will not be at all bothered if he does it just to get his own back. Five... Four... Three...”

Off came all her clothes, but she stood with an arm across her top and her hand covered down below.

“Martin, pick up Lucy’s slipper, then tell her to put her hands at her side. You know what to give her if she does not do as she is told.”

“Yes mum.”

He reached down then turned to Lucy.

“Put your hands at your side.”

She looked at me, then Martin, and realised we were both serious. She slowly dropped her hands to reveal she was not as advanced as Debbie but was still a little girl with a completely flat chest and no trace of hair between her legs.

“That’s better. Now get over my lap.”

She bent over my lap so her bare bottom was sticking up.

“Give me her slipper Martin and stand here next to Jessica.”

I wanted Martin and Jessica to see their tormentor being properly punished. I spoke to Lucy.

“You will look at Martin and Jessica whilst I am spanking you, and reflect on what you did to them.”

I started off at a brisk pace and she was soon crying, Lucy then turned her face away from Martin and Jessica, but I pulled it back.

“You will not turn away!”

I carried on until she was a well spanked little girl, kicking her legs and bawling.

“Martin, I want you to give Lucy six spanks with her slipper.”

After all she had done to him, he surprised me again.

“I really don’t want to mum. I think she has had enough.”

He really ought to be involved in her punishment.

“I am telling you to do it Martin, so please do not disobey me.”

He sighed then gave her six light taps.

“OK mum. I did what you told me.”

I smiled.

“You did indeed Martin. I’m proud of you.”

I asked Jessica to spank Lucy, and she did the same as Martin. I turned to Lucy.

“Get up Lucy. You should count yourself very lucky that Martin and Jessica have been so lenient after what you did to them. If I had been in their shoes leniency would be the last thing on my mind. You will apologise to Martin and Jessica for what you did.”

She rose and all the kids saw her tear streaked face and red bottom. Her apology sounded sincere, but I thought a bit more punishment was called for.

“You will not put your clothes back on until after breakfast, when the boys get dressed. Now I think it is time for everyone to get to bed. Goodnight.”

**********

In the morning the boys were first up. When the girls started to come down, Martin acted as if he was fully clothed and the girls disregarded his state of undress. Rachel came down still without her top, and we all saw Paul get his magnificent boner, which pleased her no end.

Martin treated her as if she had a t-shirt on and did not respond. Lucy shyly walked in naked, but I was surprised to see Jessica and Debbie either side of her, also naked and holding her hands. It was Jessica who spoke first.

“Lucy said how sorry she was at what she had done to me and Martin, so I said I would keep her company.”

Debbie chipped in.

“Mum, Lucy is still my best friend and she is really sorry at what she did, so I wanted to keep her company as well.”

Lucy walked over to Martin.

“I am really sorry for what I did to you and Jessica, it was very wrong. Jessica has forgiven me and I hope you will too.”

He grinned.

“It’s OK. Turn round so I can see your red butt. Does it still hurt?”

She turned.

“Yes it smarts like hell.”

He turned to show Lucy his red bottom.

“Snap!”

Lucy and Martin bumped butts. They both winced, then laughed.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t have done that.”

Despite 3½ naked girls and 2 naked boys, breakfast passed without incident as everyone acted with perfect decorum. I had ironed Paul’s clothes, so told the 5½ naked kids to all get dressed. Lucy walked over to Martin.

“May I give you a kiss first?”

He smiled and bent down, but Lucy bent even lower to kiss between his legs. She grinned as he sprang to attention.

“Jessica might not have wanted to, but I did.”

Well, almost perfect decorum!

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