The Seductor

The Seductor 2

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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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Seductor 2—Lana’s Alternative Discipline

We both had a lot of fun with Bobby Turner and his forced nudity. For the three days we kept him I don’t think he wore anything including shoes for more than four hours total. Though, initially belligerently objecting, he succumbed to the paddle and eventually accepted his state of nakedness both semi-publicly and at our house. He also gradually accepted the premise that his genitals and anus didn’t really belong to him, but were governed by the adults in his life. I’m pleased his mother and father were convinced through photos of their naked boy in various venues and our discussions when we returned him, they took the bull by the horns and continued with our recommended program.

Word spread within our community of the success Lana and I had in desensitizing body-shy boys and our phone began ringing. Within two or three months, we had calls from as far away as two states over. Most, were asking how they could change their sons’ attitudes toward being naked. In each case, we were careful not to give advice but instead told them the boys need to be assessed and then have a residential stay with us for a minimum of three days. Unlike Bobby’s case, we set some pricing for the services to ensure a healthy stipend and to cover the cost of their stay.

Our program became so lucrative we both quit our jobs and decided to concentrate on making our living by doing something we loved--forcibly exposing body shy boys from nine to twelve years of age.

Our next client was an eleven year old boy named Joey Wilkerson. He was a kid of average build and what you might call average endowment. Add to that a cute face and winning smile. But he was also one of the most stubborn kids we’d encounter. He wasn’t at all fooled by Lana’s charm. His immunity to her low keyed seduction, amused me and I teased Lana about it ruthlessly. What I really liked, though, was it took much more paddling for him to get the message that he would be naked whenever and wherever we told him to be and that we could and would touch him anywhere on his body we wanted to.

The day he and his parents arrived he was dressed in jeans and a loose fitting sweat-shirt. It was obvious they had absolutely no control of the boy. I mentioned that Joey wasn’t properly attired for arrival. They shrugged their shoulders and told me his gym shorts and jock were “in the bag”.

I made them stay and watch as I, with paddle in hand, told the kid to strip naked right there in our living room. I was determined to show his wimpy parents how to literally drive compliance into the boy. I could tell the boy was very timid when I presented him with the order, his overall body image suggested he was actively mulling over my order. It was also evident that he either ignored the paddle I was holding or dismissed it as an idle threat. He finally settled on silent opposition to my directive.

Without hesitation, I opened a barrage of contacts with the paddle. After the third he responded with a verbal barrage that embarrassed his parents, “Stop hitting me, you fucking asshole!”

Wrong response. I was encouraged by the vulgarity to open another painful barrage. I planted three more in quick succession. The kid was in tears—even had nasal drainage following that. Again, I ordered him to strip naked. A quick glance at the couch and his father seemed satisfied, while his mother looked horrified.

Joey began the process of disrobing. I took a moment to address his mother. “Boys often need painful encouragement. I assure you, he’ll live. And, eventually, after he gets the message as to who is more powerful in this relationship, using a paddle or belt will become less necessary.”

Lana took the opportunity to sit with Mrs. Wilkerson and quietly help her gather her emotions. I marveled at my wife’s methodology with people and again questioned why she chose an accounting major in school.

Mr. Wilkerson was all in. “So, I just whip him or paddle him if I have to?”

My response, “Yep. Have at it.”

“How do you know when to stop?”

“You stop when he starts doing what you told him to do. If he gets that verbal garbage going—name calling, threatening and the like—give him some extra. You’ll know when to stop.”

Joey stood before us with just his white briefs on. He looked as though he was testing whether that was acceptable. Before I could direct further, Lana firmly said, “Underwear too, Joey.”

He hesitantly slid them down his shapely, albeit milk white legs.

I had to ask, “Doesn’t he wear shorts? I mean ever?”

His mother explained that she tried to get him to wear them, but ever since he was eight or so he flatly refused.

The boy tearfully interjected, “I don’t like my legs showing.”

Lana supportively told him, “We’ll help you feel better with that.” Then she told the parents, ”While we have him, it’d be good for you to cut off and shorten all his pants, even his formal attire. A two or three inch inseam would be maximum. Nothing ever over three inches though. He should be in shorts year round for the next two or three years. No more long pants. Though baring his legs is minimal exposure, it’ll help lessen the turmoil when you want him nude. If you make him free ball beneath those shorts it’ll serve you even better.”

Mrs. Wilkerson looked perplexed, “Free ball?”

Lana chuckled, “I’m sorry, that means no underwear.”

Joey had a very sick expression as the conversation continued.

“Without underwear, his shorts will unavoidably provide a peep show to others while he’s sitting and playing. It’ll all work to make him less sensitive about his body.” His parents nodded understanding of that directive.

The naked boy was again cupping his four inch erection. His parents sat stoically as Lana ordered him to approach her. He hesitantly came forward and Lana gently unwrapped his protective grasp. “Joey, when you are naked with me, you will never cover your penis. Understand?” The boy nodded his understanding. “It doesn’t matter who is there or where we are. You must never cover your boy parts.” The kid gulped. Lana then reached over and began feeling his erection and scrotum. She twisted and massaged the engorged phallus without the least bit of hesitation. Though still stoic, both parents were a bit more wide-eyed as she continued. “I’ll be rubbing your penis and ball sack a lot while you’re here. It’s all going to help you realize your body isn’t something you should be hiding.”

The boy did have a panicked expression that eventually morphed into a more peaceful compliance as Lana continued. He went from staring straight ahead to actually tilting his head forward and watching Lana manipulate his aroused package.

“You two, both of you, need to feel free to stimulate his junk whenever you wish. But it should happen at least three times daily when he returns home. Continue that exercise until he’s well into puberty. We will be even more explicit about things to be done in three days when you come to pick him up.”

It was as if Joey had awakened to the idea he’d be staying with us. “I have to stay here?”

Lana responded as she cupped his bulbous ball sack. “Yeah, Honey, you’re ours for the next three days. We have to start getting you used to being naked. We’ll need to have three days to take you places and let other people see how cute you are. Above all I want to get some color on this body of yours. It’s milk white. Oh well, it’ll tan evenly if we take you to the beach or our lake house. No tan lines to erase!” She patted his backside. “Now go over to your mother and let her explore your boy parts for a few minutes.” His expression wasn’t as apprehensive as his mother’s, at that point. She patted his butt to encourage him, “Go on now. Don’t cover just let her feel whatever she wants.”

The boy approached his mother. His penis was stiff as a tree limb. He hesitantly approached her and pushed his pubis toward her as if to make access to his penis and testicles easier for her. She reached forward timidly and wrapped her hand around her son’s stiff penis. Momentarily, her perplexed expression shifted to a more maternally authoritative one. As the conversation continued in a completely normal way it was obvious Mrs. Wilkerson became comfortable with what until then had been unthinkable. She literally had her boy by the penis.

I was curious as to how her husband would react when, much to his surprise, he would be asked to fondle the kid as well. But, in our instructional plan, Joey would have to succumb to my manipulations before his dad was asked to. It was all a step toward desensitizing men to gently handling their son’s phalluses.

After fifteen minutes of non-stop contact by his mother, Lana directed the next move. “Joey, now you need to go over to Mr. Jenkins so he can feel you.” With that I couldn’t help but notice Joey’s dad shift uncomfortably in his seat. I never knew whether it was a shift because the men felt uncomfortable because they were able to follow the inevitable path the massage circle was taking, or, whether it was knowing that a recently introduced adult male would be fondling their kid, but it was evident in almost all cases, it was unsettling to the dads much more so than the mothers.

Timidly the boy presented himself to me. He’d gone to the protective hand coverage as he approached. There was a bit of a mischievous smile adorning his face at that point. I smiled a bit and said, “Well? Let me see what you’ve got there.” He slowly moved his hand exposing the most welcoming glans and pee slit. I gently took his erect penis in hand and in a moment of trying to put him at ease said, “Geezzz, Joey, they don’t get much harder than this.”

For the next five minutes I gave my full attention to his penis and scrotum under the extremely watchful eyes of his parents. Then, in a deliberate attempt to up the ante, I nudged his legs apart and as the boy stood before me, I ran my index finger under his ball sack and firmly planted the tip on his anus. “Oh, what’s this? A hole?”

Joey reacted with reflexive avoidance and jumped, shouting the usual “Hey!”

“Oh Joey, this is ours to play with too.” As he relaxed his muscles, I pressed my finger into the orifice an inch and removed it.

To put his parents back at ease and give them a chance to reorient themselves to a more relaxed posture, I explained. “His body is yours to explore until he’s well into puberty. The more you do the more comfortable he will become with himself. However, the only tools we condone being used is your hands. In other words, the only thing he’ll have penetrating that boy hole of his will be a finger. If you have any concerns, and I’m sure you do, a finger is the extent of any exploration. I hope that puts you more at ease.”

Mr. Wilkerson was quick to respond, “Yes, it does. I don’t have to tell you, it was hard enough watching you playing with his package, but that butt hole stuff was a bit off-base for me. I was ready to grab him and leave.”

I nodded in understanding as he spoke. “That’s why we do it here first. I don’t want the boys reporting it without having the parent observed it. I also don’t want the boys reporting my fondling without it having been observed by the parents first. As you can see, there really isn’t anything ‘sexual’ in our approach (even though I often got an erection during these sessions and had to remain seated to avoid detection). It’s all pretty much done in the same way as we’d do a foot or back rub.”

Mr. Wilkerson plainly had disarmed his tension and relaxed back into the chair.

“Okay, Joey, over to your dad. His turn.”

The boy approached his father more confidently than he’d looked during the session. Wish I could say the same for his old man. I think his father had anticipated he’d be the next to have to stimulate the boy’s genital area. “Mr. Wilkerson, just gently caress and let it go wherever the spirit leads you. You can’t embarrass us in anyway.”

Gently but in a more business like posture the man cupped his son’s scrotum. He gently squeezed to feel the contents. Joey buckled his knees together in anticipation of pain. None came as his father was very gentle. Then the elder traced over his son’s stiff appendage with his forefinger and then wrapped his palm around the shaft and slowly moved it forward until the meatus of his glans poked out between his thumb and forefinger. “I remember when mine was this size, but it’s been that long since I’ve felt one like it.”

Lana encouraged him. “You’ll be experiencing those memories a lot after we return him to you. Both of you will be asked to explore his naked body every day for the next couple of years. We’re just glad you have been so patient today with this initial orientation. Do either of you have any questions?”

Mrs. Wilkerson asked, “We have some of his stuff out in the car. Should I go get it?”

Lana explained, “No clothes. Joey will be completely nude at all times for the next three days. Wherever we go, whatever we do, whoever we see, he’ll be naked. We have a bunch of new toothbrushes and provide the boys with tablets for online pursuits while they’re here. So, I guess the answer is just take it all back home with you. And,” she gathered up his clothing, “you can take these with you too. Oh, wait, let’s keep the shoes.”

That jogged Joey to remark, “I have to stay naked?”

His father was quick to explain, “Yes Joey, we want you to be more comfortable being a boy. Boys aren’t supposed to be shy about being naked at your age. It shouldn’t bother them.”

“I don’t want to say here. I can be naked at home. Please, I promise, I’ll get naked whenever you or Mom tell me. Please, Dad, I promise.”

“No, son. You need these three days. I think you just think you can manipulate your mom and me out of doing it if you came home, and you probably could. I think we all need someone else in-charge for the next few days so we can get used to the change. You’re staying here get used to it. It’ll be fast, I mean three days? You can handle it.”

With that the Wilkersons rose, hugged and kissed their son. “We’ll see you in a few days. You mind the Jenkins.” His mother cautioned.

Lana confidently encouraged the boy further. She put her hand over his bare shoulder and said, “Oh, he will. If he doesn’t, he’ll be introduced to Mr. Jenkins paddle or his belt, and I’m sure he won’t like that.”

Mr. Wilkerson quickly added, “You do whatever you think needs to be done with the discipline. You have our support.”

And, so the three day ordeal with Joey Wilkerson began.

Lana took it upon herself to familiarize Joey to her fondling. As with Bobby, she was masterful. She requested him to sit on her lap, which he did in a sidesaddle manner. After gently massaging his right hip and leg, she guided his limb over to the right side of her lap. That left the still self-conscious Joey completely vulnerable. His retracted ball sack partially supported his now erect penis which initially pointed straight out at me. Seeing me unabashedly stare at his member he covered with his right hand. Lana abruptly slapped the hell out of his hip and gave her pat instruction, “No covering up, ever, while you’re naked. Doing that will get that bare backside of yours whipped with a belt. Got it?”

Needless to say, Joey’s hand was quickly removed once again putting is average sized by attractive penis on display. His cute face and well developed, tanned legs just drew one in. I remember just wishing one of these boys would show up without that damned tan line six inches above his knee. Nothing like a kid who shows the evidence of outdoor nudity just once. Is that asking too much?

Lana gently played with the boy’s package. I don’t think either of the three of us was aware of what was on the television. It was merely a distractive stimulus. Joey blankly stared at the television but it was obvious his mind was on Lana’s touch.

“You know, Joey, there will be times people will want to feel your penis and sack.” Where the hell was she going with this? The boy kind of groaned an acknowledgement to what my wife had said. “Well, you are going to let them to it if they want to. We don’t care if it’s a woman, a girl, a man or even another boy. If they want to feel your penis and sack, you will let them. It’s a rule, understand?”

“What I if I don’t want them to?”

“You will let them touch you anywhere, anytime, whether you want them to or not. Like I said, it’s a rule. If you don’t, you’ll be spanked right in front of them. Simple as that.”

“What if they hurt me?”

“Coach or I will straighten them out, if they hurt you. I promise. But, playing with your boy parts or gently massaging them won’t hurt you. Even a quick pull, like this,” she stretched the boy’s penis forward about an inch, “won’t hurt. Did it?”

“Noooo”

“I think you’re beginning to like me playing with it, aren’t you?”

“It’s okay, I guess.”

“You guess? Come on, admit it you like me playing with your junk. It just took getting used to it.”

He sat silently. I couldn’t resist joining the conversation.

“You don’t seem to mind. You’ve spread your legs wider. That tells me you want her to keep going and are giving her more room to play.”

The boy just smiled. Momentarily, Lana cupped his balls with her right hand and evidently shoved her index finger into the boy’s inner sanctum. He lunged upward and shouted an acknowledgement.

“HEY!”

Lana explained, “This is mine too for the next three days. In fact, it’s Coach’s and anyone else’s to poke whenever they want. Does this hurt?”

“No,” he wiggled with a distressed facial expression, “but it feels weird. I feel like I want to fart or poop. Please get it out of there!”

Lana explained, “Inside boy’s bodies is a thing called a prostate. It’s connected to your penis in some ways and I want to massage it for you. While I do you will get some funny feelings in your penis, but just go with the flow. Don’t worry I’ll take my finger out after I’ve rubbed it a minute or two. Relax you’ll like it after a while.”

“I don’t like it. I’m gonna’ fart or poop. Come on Mrs. Jenkins take it out.”

I again entered the fray, “Joey, you let Mrs. Jenkins do whatever she wants. She isn’t going to hurt you, but I will if you give her a hard time. Now, just close your mouth and try to relax.”

“But, I’m gonna poop...”

“I said, close your mouth and let her feel around in there.”

Lana eventually unplugged from the boy’s hole. She gently slapped his ass. “Okay, now go sit on Coach’s lap for a while. I’m going to wash my hands and start getting dinner ready.”

The boy reluctantly did as he was told. I finally got my long awaited turn to affectionately explore his most private parts. His rock-hard penis was covered by his soft young skin which I gently stroked. His pinchable rubber like glans had a hard core. The boy had totally succumbed to being fondled. There wasn’t the least bit of protective movement. On the contrary, he spread his legs as far apart as comfortably possible.

My thoughts were on the dichotomy of “If fondling was so bad, why did the boys succumb to inviting even more such touching? If it was so bad, why didn’t they continue their protective postures? If it felt good to them, what was so bad about it?” Didn’t make much sense to me. Though I must admit, I thoroughly enjoyed forcing them past that initial resistance every time. Nothing like forcing their nudity in front of other people.

Another observation, is that eventually boys tend to acclimate to their audience. It’s only new audiences they tend to resist early on. Once they’ve been exposed to people for a short period, their shyness subsides a bit. That’s not to say their shyness isn’t renewed after being separated from a given audience for a day or two. And, their erotic displays are always renewed when forced to allow genital play. Curious. Really curious. So, what’s so “bad” about it?

As I pondered these thoughts, I unconsciously gently slapped his hard on back and forth. Snapping back to awareness, just for fun I moved my index finger around on his scrotum. His peanut sized balls were kind of fun to explore. He didn’t object.

Eventually, the “fun” for me ceased and wouldn’t return until the following day when I would force him to expose himself to complete strangers of both genders and all ages. His arguments against being displayed and embarrassment once he was aroused both Lana and me. We loved making him comply. And, the harder he objected the more arousing it was.

That particular morning as Joey sat naked still trying to hide his boy parts by pinching them between his legs, I decided to spice it up a bit. “Joey, eat up. Some of the other little boys from the neighborhood are coming over to use our pool and I think you’ll enjoy their company.”

“What do you mean? Other boys?”

I told him we anticipated his four day visit with us and had invited other nine, ten and eleven year old boys from the neighborhood to come over to meet him and swim. Of course, the anticipated question was asked. “Are they going to swim naked? Or, do I get to wear a swim suit?”

It aroused me to answer his question. “No, they’ll be wearing swim suits. You’re the only one who will be naked. Remember? Mrs. Jenkins told your parents to take all your clothes home with them. You’ll be okay, they’re all boys. They’ve got the same parts as you do. You just won’t be able to look at or feel theirs like they will yours.”

The Lana had to make it tougher on him and more enticing for me. “Yeah, they have the same parts, but they will still have curiosity about Joey’s. Remember how they pulled on Bobby’s? I’ll bet they’ll want to cop a feel of his every now and then, and, of course, he’s going to be a good host and let them. Remember how we had the boys put the sunscreen on Bobby? He hated it. Especially when I told them to take their time on his boy parts and rub it in well.” She smirked as she assessed Joey’s fear filled facial expression. “Oh yeah, they’re going to touch him down there for sure.”

I loved it when she said that. I could hardly wait for the five or six other boys to come over. In fact, I was especially anxious to ask them to take Joey on a bike ride and show him around the neighborhood. Of course, him bowing out of such an expedition was out of the question. He was going.

It wasn’t an hour later six of our neighbor kids showed up parking their bikes in our driveway. Tommy Carson the ten year old from four houses down took the lead and knocked on the door. He made it clear they were at our home to “see the new kid”. Funny choice of words--“see”, not “meet”—but, I suppose that was most accurate to some extent. Following that pronouncement, he wasn’t a bit shy to inquire if “the new kid had to stay naked like Bobby had to”. I was pleased to affirm that Joey would be clothing free like his predecessor, but they didn’t have to be.

The boys filed into the kitchen and were greeted by Lana. I called for Joey to come down and meet them. But, no Joey. I went up to his bedroom where he sat on his bed sniffling. It was evident our insistence on his exposure to the other boys was causing him some emotional strife. I sat beside him and rubbed the tops of his upper legs and reassured him it wasn’t going to be as bad as he was making it out to be. Our neighbor boys were good kids and fun to be with. As I consoled him, we could hear the boys already out at the pool splashing each other and exuberantly yelling as they jumped in and out of the water.

I tried to gently coax him to follow me out to the pool. He refused to stand up and come along. My patience was shortened by my level of arousal being fed by the drive to publicly expose the boy. “Joey, quit the silliness. Get up and come with me. I’ll introduce you to the boys and then leave you to have some fun. Now, let’s go.”

It was as if he didn’t hear me at all. Being ignored angered me. I slid the belt from my jeans and made sure he understood why. “I don’t want you go have belt stripes on your legs and backside and tears in your eyes when you go out there, but, if I have to, I’ll whip the fire out of you until you do go out there. Now, stand up before I have to make it more embarrassing for you.”

He slowly rose. Tears welled up in his eyes from the humiliation he was feeling about being presented naked before his new playmates. It was my sincerest hope that his signs of shyness inspired the other boys to get very friendly with him. When Bobby visited, they spent the first couple of hours taking turns “accidently” making contact with his penis and scrotum. When Lana asked them to put the sunscreen on him, they fought over who would get to do the job. Yeah, just confirmed prepubescent boys are a bit curious and/or comparative about other boys’ packages. Any tension caused by social mores was released when Lana encouraged them to “feel away” followed by a caution to be gentle.

Frankly, I thought it was little girls who would be most interested in exploring penises and scrota. But, surprisingly those boys were every bit as interested. As far as I could surmise, the drive to see and feel was inspired by different motives. It seems the boys wanted to look and feel to compare the sample to their own equipment. Girls, on the other hand, were interested in satisfying a more primal question--just what did boy parts feel like and how did they work.

When Bobby was with us, his erections were a good example of the gender differences. He’d pop a boner as the boys rubbed on or pulled on his penis. It was evident, Bobby’s longer than average appendage was more interesting than the hard-on function. Why? The boys all had occasional erections so that wasn’t anything new. But, the length of Bobby’s appendage did intrigue most of the other boys. When we introduced Bobby to young girls, they were very interested in how hard it was and even more interested if he slipped into flaccidity. They also found feeling his scrotum and the contents enclosed fascinating. Boys? Not so much.

Regardless of what motivated the exploration, Bobby, as expected with any boy, got hard as a tree limb as his boy toys were played with.

Interestingly, both genders were more than a bit interested in Bobby’s anus. Both boys and girls wanted to explore the area with various items they had at hand. Both Lana and I felt the motivating factor here was that both genders had one, but neither could see their own.

Me? A grown man. I was driven more by an affectionate feeling toward the boys. I loved the kid so much I just wanted him to feel good as well. And, as any male will tell you, being hot to trot and having an erection lovingly fondled does give rise to a welcome emotional high and communicates affection. How this became so socially unacceptable beats me.

As I presented Joey to the other boys on that day, he stood with his hands cupped over his penis and scrotum. I must admit the other boys tried to act disinterested, but it was obvious they weren’t. I felt compelled to unveil his package before I left the kids. “Joey, put your hands down.” He slowly complied.

Tommy was first to ask, “Did Mrs. Jenkins put sunscreen on him, or do you want us to?”

I hollered for Lana. After asking her about the sunscreen, she retrieved a bottle from the kitchen counter. “Thanks for reminding me, Tommy. Who is going to put it on him?”

Joey finally realized what was going on. “I can put it on myself!” He was almost indignant.

“I bet you could, Joey, but the boys like putting it on our guests, especially their boy parts. So, you’re going to just relax and let them do it.” Lana was really direct. It still surprises me that none of the other boys denied what she said about them liking to put it on another boy’s junk. Maybe, they didn’t catch it? Who knows?

That second evening I was looking forward to manipulating Joey’s genitals and rubbing my hands up and down the kid’s frim smooth legs while watching television together. Slash those dreams. Lana sat on the couch and called out to the naked boy patting her lap. That was her unspoken invitation for him to stretch out across the couch draping his backside across her lap. When she signaled to him, he was flaccid. You could actually see his penis erect as he rather slowly approached her.

Curiously, I wondered what Lana had in the bowl she’d placed on end table. Looked a little like some kind of dip. But, no chips or nachos? Oh well, maybe she’d get those during the next set of commercials. Her hand immediately began squeezing and rubbing Joey’s penis and scrotum. He, as every boy who’d been in that position, was quick to spread his legs to the maximum degree offering my lovely wife full access to his boy toys. Including his anus.

Lana chuckled a bit and dipped her index finger in that bowl. I wondered what in the hell she was doing. I remember thinking, “Is she going to coat the kid and lick the stuff off?” Sure hoped not. That’d be difficult to explain to his parents. Her finger slowly encircled Joey’s balls. I assumed it to be some kind of lotion. Lana redipped her finger and placed it once again on his balls. As she went lower toward his anus the boy screamed. Lana laughed her ass off. Joey jumped out of her lap and danced wildly while rubbing his balls and very definitely had his finger in his hole.

I didn’t have to ask. Lana offered, “It was a practical joke. This is a blend of jalapeno and ghost peppers blended together. I just thought it’d be cute to see his face when this hit his anal membranes down there. And it was worth it.” Joey got angry and cried. He was still dancing around and complaining of the burn for the next several minutes.

I have to admit, I did enjoy the torturous moment. I actually found punishing the boy in such a fashion erotic.

My better angels told me to usher him out the slider to the pool. I did, Joey jumped in and got immediate relief. That boy stayed chest deep in the water for at least fifteen minutes allowing the diluting waters of the pool to do their work.

All I can say is Lana ruined the trust relationship between them. For the next two nights, I got to be the chosen masseuse. No more responding to my wife’s invitations for stimulation. I wasn’t complaining. That doesn’t mean he wasn’t cautious with me. Joey did peruse the area around me before settling in. He did keep a watchful eye on where my hands went. Who could blame him?

Lana tried to apologize to re-win his confidence but when she did, she’d start laughing making the apology a bit disingenuous. Joey maintained a moderate level of mistrust of her for the remainder of his stay.

What she did do though is come up with a creative alternative to spanking with a paddle or belt as a punishment for defiant behaviors. Later that evening as I lay quietly in bed my mind drifted to using both the belt and Lana’s concoction as the ultimate punishment. Whip them to get the naked and then apply the pepper sauce to their balls and anus once they were exposed. I toyed with the idea of making such a recommendation to the parents of all the boys who followed. I shared the observation, tough in a humorous and playful way, with Joey’s mom and dad when they picked him up. As he stood before them naked as the day he was born, when I shared the story, he both fought a smile and acted angry at the same time. His mother and father both laughed.

My follow-up with the Wilkersons was promising. Joey was made to stay naked for most of summer. They even presented him nude to the family reunion. According to his mother, “All the other little boys, from three years to fourteen, were made to strip naked too, so Joey didn’t feel out of place. It was a nude boy fest. We shared the whole pepper sauce story and I think our extended family thought it was a promising alternative to spanking.”

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