By Terripop
Copyright 2020 by Terripop, all rights reserved
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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.
This is a true story about an embarrassing experience I
had when I was in the fifth grade. The events described happened more
than seven years ago.
Like any eleven-year-old boy I was
bursting with new hormones. My body was in transition: not much hair
down there, but man did I get boners all the time: In church, at the
dinner table, watching TV. It didn’t matter where I was, my
mind was
always sending signals to my groin to wake up and get busy.
My mother had noticed. Having dealt with five younger brothers when
growing up, she had experience in coping with a hormonal pre-teen boy.
She tolerated my long showers and my ogling the scantily-clad
neighborhood girls at the community pool, even as she reminded me
gently that I ought to find ways to channel my
“excess” energy into
sports or homework.
My sister, Katherine, two years older
than me and at that time well into puberty, had less tolerance for my
budding sexuality. She refused to allow me near her friends and
routinely asked my mother to relegate me to the other end of the pool
during our frequent summer outings so that she wouldn’t have
to be
embarrassed by my lechery toward her friends. Mom usually supported
that request, to my dismay.
My perspective was that if they
didn’t want to be leered at then they ought not to wear those
itty-bitty bikinis! Her best friend Laura, especially, was impossible
to look away from, with her recently sprouted boobs and her plump round
ass cheeks! How could it be my fault – or under my control
– that I was
obsessed with girls that summer?
My transformative
embarrassing experience happened one sunny Saturday after one of our
day trips to the pool. As we packed up to leave I was more than a
little excited to overhear that Laura was coming to our house for
dinner. On the ride home I sat in the far back of our Taurus wagon
while Laura and Katherine sat in the middle bench seat, in bikinis on
towels to keep the seat dry (Why my mother worried so much about the
seats getting wet was always a mystery to me).
Since Laura’s
mom had dropped her at the pool and had planned to pick her up later,
this new plan left Laura without a street clothes. How nice for me!
Even if my sister nagged, my plan was to spend as much time as I could
eyeing her friend at our house in her dashing red bikini. I wondered
whether Katherine too, would remain in her bikini when we got home,
just to make Laura feel comfortable? It had been exciting for me to
leer at these two nearly naked girls at the pool. For reasons I did not
quite understand I knew that it would be even more exciting to see them
in that same attire in our den.
As if she had heard what I
was thinking, on the ride Mom told Katherine that she should lend Laura
some dry clothes to put on once we got home.
I frowned. But
then my lascivious mind came up with an even better idea. If they were
changing out of their bikini’s into dry clothes, at some
point they would have to be naked! In Katherine’s room, I
guessed. What
if I just went around to the back of the house and peeked in the
window? I had done it before.
Yes, that’s right, I tried to peep on my own sister.
I’m not saying it was my best moment. And when I say I tried,
that’s
because I never quite got the timing right. Mostly, I spent my
‘peeping’ time looking at my sister in her
nightgown reading a book.
But this time I’d know for sure that she’d be
changing. And Laura too!
When we pulled up at the house I raced inside, hurried to my room, and
quickly stripped off my damp bathing trunks and donned my shorts and a
tee shirt. I scampered to the back door. As I was leaving Mom called
out and asked me where I was going. I said I was going out to play, and
she reminded me to be home by dinnertime. I slammed the door shut on my
way out through the garage to the back yard.
The back yard
was fairly private, surrounded in on three sides by a six-foot tall
stockade cedar fence. From our back-yard patio, one could only see the
rooftops of the neighbors’ ranch-style houses.
Katherine’s
room was immediately adjacent to the garage, and her casement window
sat only three feet or so from the ground. There were some boxed
evergreen plants on either side of the window. I crept up to one corner
to peek in to see if the girls were there. Not yet! I could feel my
heart pounding in anticipation.
After several minutes, I
heard some noises and saw the girls raucously enter the room, still
rocking their bikinis and beach-towels worn as shawls. I fought the
instinct to duck down, knowing that my best chance at not being
discovered was to remain motionless at the corner of the window. They
threw the towels on the bed, turned on the disco light, and began
blasting the radio. Without the towels, my view of their jiggling
breasts beneath skimpy bikini tops was unobstructed. With the disco
light dazzling the room in streaks of light and the radio blaring Lady
Gaga, my dim presence at the window corner was unlikely to attract
attention.
And then, to my sheer delight, both girls danced
themselves out of their bikinis while wailing in unison to Gaga! Laura
was the first to initiate this blessed striptease. She reached behind
her back and untied her top. Then, as her bra straps flopped to the
side, she lifted thin flaps of her top aloft and over her head.
Suddenly, I was getting my first view of a real pair of titties, and
they were amazing! Pointy and capped with puffy nipples, these were the
breasts I’d dreamed about. Katherine let out a hoot, and then
followed
Laura’s lead and pulled off her own top. It didn’t
have ties, and
Katherine merely stretched it outward and yanked it up over her head
and off, chortling as she did. She held up her arms as if to say,
“Here
they are.” I was in rapture.
At that moment, I considered
locking in my success and heading back inside. But I abandoned that
notion as soon as Laura slipped her thumbs into the sides of her bikini
bottoms! Would she really? My eyes remained locked on the tiny triangle
of fabric covering her pussy as Laura tugged seductively at its upper
corners. Oh please, please!
I am not going to say that every
moment of that afternoon and evening is crystal clear in my memory.
Some parts are still a bit blurry to me. But the image in my mind of
the scene immediately after Laura pushed her bikini bottoms past her
adorable hips, bent down to guide them over her ankles and past her
feet, then stood up again to reveal her pussy – that image is
with me
forever. The perfection of the slit. The surprising definition of those
vertical lips. The tuft of wispy pubic hair. These are mine forever in
a mental snapshot.
I felt not the slightest guilt in
preparing to shift my gaze to my sister’s lower half in
anticipation of
Act I, Scene II. And she did not disappoint. Katherine had her back to
me. She stripped off her bottoms in one quick motion and stood to
present an ass whose magnificence I had most certainly failed to notice
previously. Her ass cheeks formed little crescent half-moons at their
bottoms and jiggled like Jello. It was breathtaking.
At that moment, I heard a harsh rebuke from behind me.
“Thomas!” My mother barked.
I turned to see her glaring at me. “You’re peeping
on your sister and Laura? While they’re getting
dressed?!!”
Busted.
I stepped away from the window and turned to face my mother. I tried
desperately to come up with a plausible explanation, but it was
hopeless.
“Well, I… uhm…” was all I could
say, hanging my
head. Mom glanced into the window and saw the naked, oblivious girls
before turning back to me and pointing a finger.
“That’s not nice!” She said, sternly,
adding “You should be ashamed of yourself!”
Was I ever! Ashamed and excited. It’s
a feeling that was beginning to dominate my daily life.
“Sorry Mom.” I muttered.
“Sorry Mom?!!” She spat back.
“That’s all you’ve got to
say?!!”
I couldn’t force myself to make eye contact with her. That
was a
mistake. Mom always believed you should own up to your mistakes with
courage.
“You know what?” she said,
“Let’s see how you like it! I
want you out of those clothes, right now!” She
punctuated her demand by crossing her arms. I did nothing. She widened
her eyes as if to say, “Go ahead and defy me!”
I decided there was little to do but try to get this over with. I
figured that Mom had seen me naked plenty, anyway, though in the past
year I had made a concerted and mostly successful effort to avoid that.
I began to undress, first taking off my tee shirt and then unsnapping
my shorts and lowering the zipper. I paused a bit before letting my
shorts drop. We were outside, after all! Maybe she would reconsider.
Mom stood as rigid as a statue. Out of nowhere, she explained how she
had come to find me. “I thought it was odd that you
didn’t wear your
sneakers to go outside to play,” she said. “So, I
came out to check on
you.” Oddly, how she had caught me was exactly
what I had
been wondering about at that moment. It was eerie how she seemed to
read my mind. “And here I find you violating your
sister’s privacy and
that of her guest. It’s naughty, Thomas, and I
won’t have it!” She
pointed at my shorts. “Now drop those shorts, Mister.
What’s good for
the goose is good for the gander!”
I let my shorts drop and
kicked them over to where my shirt was. Still hanging my head, I faced
my mother. It was embarrassing to be naked in front of her, but I was
resigned to that fate. She’d made her point. And now maybe we
could
move on.
She unfolded her arms, reached out and grasped my
right ear firmly between her forefinger and thumb, and yanked me
forward as she turned to head for the garage door. “Good! Now
come on
inside. I think you have some apologizing to do!”
“Oww, I’m
coming!” I yelped. But I really didn’t feel the
pain. Instead, in my
head was a voice screaming “Oh shit! This isn’t
over yet. It’s about to
become quite a bit more humiliating!”
She dragged me by the
ear through the garage door and into the house. Once inside, she closed
the door and let go of my ear. I reached up to rub it and she put her
hands on my shoulders, turning me in place to face away from her.
“Put your hands behind your back, Thomas.” She
said, firmly but with
less hostility than she had used outside. I obeyed. Just then we heard
Laura and Katherine come out of Katherine’s room. It sounded
like they
were heading to the den.
From behind me, mom said quietly,
“Now, were going to march in there and you’re going
to apologize.
You’re to keep your hands behind your back.”
“But Mom…” I started to whine.
“There will be no discussion about it! I don’t want
to hear a single
thing from you except ‘Yes,
Ma’am’,” she commanded. “Got
it?”
I was paralyzed with fear and embarrassment. I said nothing. Mom waited
five seconds, then took her right arm off of my shoulder. A moment
later, she slapped my ass cheek hard. I grunted but managed to swallow
the yelp that was on my lips.
I said, “Got it??!!” she snarled.
She was mad, no doubt. “Yes Ma’am” I
said, resisting the urge to rub my ass cheek.
She grasped my upper arms to guide me forward, and we walked in
lockstep through the kitchen and into the parlor. There stood Laura and
Katherine with eyes wide and mouths agape. They wore shorts and jaunty
tops that I recognized from Katherine’s wardrobe.
Katherine’s arm was
around Laura’s shoulder in a friendly embrace.
We stopped
short several feet away from them, with Mom’s hands still
gripping my
reedy biceps. “Katherine, your little brother has something
he’d like
to say to you and your friend Laura.” She declared. I hung my
head and
looked at the floor.
“Oh my god, Mom!!” Katherine emoted. “Why
is he naked?!!”
Laura stared unabashedly at my penis, smirking.
Mom explained, “He’s naked
because that’s how I punish eleven-year-old Peeping
Toms! I caught him outside in the bushes, looking through
the bedroom window while you two were in there.”
Laura’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a look of worry.
“Did he see us when we were changing?”
She asked, directing the question to my mother.
“You little pervert!” Katherine yelled.
Mom squeezed my arms. “Answer Laura’s question
Thomas.”
I continued to look at the floor. Mom reached around and grasped my
chin in her hand, forcing me to raise my gaze to meet that of the
girls. She asked again, “Did you see them
changing?”
I could
barely stand the humiliation. All I wanted was for this to be over. I
knew that lying would be pointless. “Um.. Well,
yeah.” I said, softly.
“Sorry, Laura. Sorry, Katherine.”
Mom kept my chin up with
her hand while addressing the girls. “There! Thomas says he
is sorry.
I’ve marched him in here naked to apologize, which I hope has
embarrassed him. Are we satisfied?”
Laura still had a look
of concern on her face. Katherine’s look was one of pure
anger. She
yelled “It’s so humiliating, Mom! I know
he’ll brag about seeing us
naked to all his stupid friends!” Then Katherine pointed
directly at my
penis. “It’s not fair that his only punishment is
to have to show us
his little pee pee!”
Mom let go of my arm and my chin. Responding to Katherine directly, she
said, “I never said that would be his only
punishment.” Then she put a hand on the top of my head and
rotated it
so that I was facing her. I took the opportunity to bring my hands
quietly around to the front to cover my groin area. Mom, looking me
right in the eyes, asked, “OK, Mr. Peeper, enlighten us: Are
you
planning to tell your friends about your little misdeed?!”
That was my cue to throw myself on the mercy of the court.
“No Mom, I swear! I’ve learned my
lesson!”
Katherine wasn’t having it. “I don’t
believe him, Mom!” Mom nodded. She
was entering into ‘judge mode’ in the case of
Katherine vs Peeping Tom.
And Katherine knew she had the damning evidence on her side. She pushed
it. “He’ll tell! Unless we have
something even more embarrassing to tell, about him!”
Then she dropped the bomb. “Like what if you let Laura
and me punish him?!”
At eighteen and in retrospect, I know that this was a childish
thirteen-year-old girl’s fantasy scenario of getting even
with her
brother. Would such a punishment be well deserved? Maybe. But would it
be Mom-approvable? Never. Had I kept my mouth shut, the moment would
have passed, and I would have gone to bed without dinner. Done.
But I wasn’t eighteen. I was eleven. So, I said what any
eleven-year-old would say to the idea of his sister punishing him. I
said, “No fucking way!”
Mom reacted with stern shock. It
was, I think, the first time she’d heard me use that word.
“Thomas!”
she snapped silencing me.
Then she turned to Katherine and said, gently, “Katherine, I
don’t think…”
But before she could finish, I blurted out “Only mom
gets to punish me! Not you and your dumb ass
friend!” My humiliation had sapped what little blood was left
in my
frontal lobes, and I was now in a fury. The idea of Katherine and Laura
punishing me: It just had to be raged against.
Katherine saw her opening and went in for the kill. Mustering all of
the maturity and rationality that she could, she shrugged her shoulders
and said quietly “You see, Mom? He’s a hothead. And
he’s insulted our
guest.”
Mom, in agreement, took a harsher approach. She put
her hands on her hips and turned toward me. “That’s
enough out of you,
Thomas! With that foul language and disrespectful tone,
you’re making your sister’s
point for her!”
I turned away, so enraged that I lost my sense of humiliation long
enough to fold my arms in annoyance, leaving my dangling bits fully
exposed.
But Mom wasn’t one who would pander to a child’s
rage. Instead, she poked the bear. “Maybe I will let
these two punish you!”
She didn’t mean it, of course. She was just asserting that
she was the
boss. I had done the bad deed, had gotten caught, and ought to act with
contrition. But none of that mattered to me at that moment. I muttered,
“Fuck that!” I said it as quietly as I could. But
not so quietly that
Mom couldn’t hear it.
“What did you say?!” she
demanded.
I knew I shouldn’t have said it. And I certainly
wasn’t going to repeat
it. But then, in an angry misguided appeal to have her see things my
way, I turned to face my mother, opened my arms wide, and yelled,
“This
is bullshit, mom!”
For several seconds, there was a silence deeper than I had ever
experienced.
Even in that silence, I could almost hear my sister’s mind
shouting “Bingo!”
My mother narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare
speak to me that way, young man!” She shook a
finger at me. “Just for that you are
going to be punished by Katherine and Laura, however
they’d like, until dinnertime! And if you give them any
trouble, things are going to get worse for you!”
I was stunned. She taunted, “What do you say to that?!”
My mumbled response dug me an even deeper hole: “I
don’t see how anything could be worse…”
“Well, let me help you out there, Thomas!” retorted
my Mom in a tone
dripping with malice. “If I don’t get a glowing
report from Katherine
and Laura about your behavior, I’m inviting your pals Johnny,
Billy, and Julie over after dinner to watch you
get a spanking, dressed just as you are!
Wouldn’t that be worse?!”
Whoa! That got my attention. My friends would never let me live that
down. And Julie, she was the closest thing I had to a girlfriend.
I’d
rather die than let her see my Mom take me over her knees. I was ready
to cut my losses.
Mom raised her arms, palms upward. “You have three seconds to
say ‘OK, Mom’ or I’m making the call to
your friends! 3… 2… 1…”
“OK Mom, OK!!!” I yelled, cupping my face in my
hands. My tantrum had
passed. Now I was in a state closer to panic. I was going to be at the
mercy of a merciless sister. I was going to have to take whatever she
dished out until dinnertime. And I standing naked and powerless amid
three females who had in mind a collective plan to embarrass me into
submission. So why, when I shut my eyes at that moment, did images of
Laura’s delightful pussy lips and Katherine’s plump
round ass fill my
head? I can’t say. But I can say that
the blood draining from my hot head was now causing my exposed manhood
to twitch!
I bit my tongue, hard. This was the only way I knew to stop a boner in
its early stages, and I was desperate not to add the humiliation of a
hard-on to my predicament. It seemed to work, but when I opened my eyes
I saw Laura again fixated on my penis. She had seen it twitching, and
the twinkle in her eyes made it clear to me that she was going to be
trouble for me.
Mom nodded her head. “Good decision!! Your
first of the day! Now, I’m going to get started on
dinner!” Then she
turned and started walking toward the kitchen. As she walked, she
commanded, “Thomas, you’ll do what the girls say
until dinner, or else!!!” Then
she stopped at the kitchen doorway and turned to face Katherine and
Laura. “Girls…” she said solemnly. They
looked up at her in
anticipation. “You’re old enough to be babysitters.
Don’t make me
regret this,” she said.
Katherine put on her most angelic – and phony –
face and said with all the sincerity she could muster,
“Thanks, Mom.”
I tried to appeal to Mom for just a shred of compromise.
“Mom, can I at least get dressed first?”
“Don’t ask me,” she said with a wry grin.
“That’s up to Katherine and
Laura.” She turned and walked into the kitchen, closing the
door behind
herself. Katherine high-fived Laura. Her plan had come together nicely.
“What do you think, Laura?” Katherine said, staring
at my penis. “Shall we let him get dressed?”
Laura laughed. “Now where’s the fun in that? No, I
think Thomas is
dressed in just the right outfit for his punishment. Don’t
you?”
Katherine nodded. “Brother, you fucked up big this
time!” She put her
hands on her hips and looked me up and down. Continuing, she said
“The
good news is I have no intention of sharing this punishment with your
idiot friends! So, if you take it like a man, we’ll give a
good report.
Got it?”
Actually, that was a big relief. I had feared that
even if I went along with this crazy plan, my sister would sabotage me
by telling Mom I’d misbehaved, just to get even with me.
“Yeah, I got
it,” I said dejectedly. “Thanks, I
guess.”
Katherine seemed
pleased that I was cooperating. “Good! now put your hands on
your head!
And don’t move or speak until one of us tells you
to.”
Reluctantly, I put my hands on my head. And I bit my tongue again.
Laura stepped up in front of me and crossed her arms. “So,
Thomas, were
you watching the whole time we got dressed?” I nodded,
looking at the
floor. “Did you see everything?” she asked. I
couldn’t refrain from
smiling a little but kept my gaze down. I nodded again.
Still looking at me, Laura shook her head. “You little
rat!” Then she
turned to face Katherine. “Your mom is so cool! I never get
to punish
my brothers.”
Katherine nodded in agreement. “It’s a first
for me too.” She rubbed her hands together. “So,
what are we gonna do
to make sure the pervert never blabs about seeing us naked?”
Laura thought for a moment, and then reached into her back pocket and
took out her iPhone. “I think a few selfies might give us
just the
insurance we need.”
“Perfect!” Katherine purred.
I
shook my head vigorously. But before I could speak, Katherine held up
her hand and reminded me of the ground rules. “Mom said we
could do
whatever we want. And nudie selfies seem like fair punishment for a
Peeping Tom!” Even at eleven, I knew she had a point.
And
that’s when Laura began to snap photos. First, she just
walked around
me, taking snapshots from every angle while I stood quietly with my
hands on my head. Then they took turns posing with me, draping their
arms across my shoulders or around my waist. After a while they started
using the self-timer to take pictures with both of them in the shot.
One had both of them pointing their fingers right at my penis, while
posing with mock ‘O’ faces. They were having a
grand old time.
At one point in this photo shoot, Laura’s eyes lit up.
“Katherine, can you get Buster’s leash? I have an
idea!”
I didn’t like the sound of that.
Katherine laughed. “Coming right up! She said, as she bounded
out of
the room to get the leash. She was back in a flash and handed the leash
and collar to Laura. The collar was red leather, studded with small
metal spikes every inch or so. The leash was a bare length of chain
that my dad had fashioned to replace the leather leash that Buster, our
Siberian husky, had chewed through.
Laura gripped the collar and held it up for me to see. “Do
you remember when we were younger and you were always
pretending to be our puppy, Thomas?”
I did remember. It was yet another embarrassment of youth. When I was a
kid, I always wanted to be with my big sister and her best friend, but
they never wanted me around. Except one day I pretended to be a lost
puppy and they loved it. They let me stay and play
‘house’ with them as
long as I wanted. This went on for some months, until they tired of the
game.
Laura continued, “You were such a pest! but we played along
with you.”
I was insulted that she remembered me as a pest. They had liked
when I pretended to be a puppy. I was sure of it.
Katherine chimed in, “That’s right! Oh, Thomas, you
loved that game.”
She was right. I did love that game. I don’t think either she
or Laura
had any idea that the main draw of the game, for me, was that Laura
gave me so much affectionate attention! She would pet me and talk to me
and rub my belly and take me for walks, pretending to be a loving
owner. My earliest sexual fantasies were somehow mixed into those
memories. Of course, that was the last thing I
wanted to relive now! I shrugged, saying “That was a long
time ago.”
“Yes it was,” Laura agreed. “I think we
were eight years old, and you
were six. Let’s see if it’s still fun five years
later.” She pointed to
the floor next to her. “Now sit!”
Was it more
humiliating to act like a dog for a girl at eleven than at six?
Absolutely. But on the other hand, as punishments go this seemed like
an easy one to endure. I knelt down and put my hands on the floor next
to Laura. She made me sit up on my haunches so that she could get the
collar on. She undid the buckle of the collar and stood behind me,
gently wrapping the collar around my neck. Then she buckled it snugly
and ran her hands along my neck and under my chin to ensure that it
wasn’t too tight.
“Who’s a good boy?” She asked in that
singsong way that dog owners do. She patted me on the head.
Just then Katherine squatted in front of us, facing away, and held up
her phone to frame this embarrassing scene with her own face in the
shot. As she snapped a series of selfies, she taunted,
“Thomas, do you
like having Laura put you on a leash? Maybe later she’ll rub
your
belly!”
Laura stood in front of me and leaned down to cup my
cheeks in her hands. I wasn’t expecting it, but her gentle
touch and
Katherine’s reminder of past belly rubs sent a body-wrenching
shiver
down my spine. Just then Laura gripped the end of the leash and started
walking, tugging in a way that pulled me to my hands and knees.
“Come on, puppy lets go walkies!” She said, leading
me to crawl around
the room. Katherine hooted and continued to snap pictures.
And then it happened. Laura stopped walking me around and called for me
to heel. When I crawled up next to her, she reached down to pet me. But
instead of just patting my head, she gave me long, slow pets down my
back and over my ass. I think she knew the effect she was having on me,
because after one long pet she ended with her hand on my naked ass
cheek and just left it there. “Who’s
Laura’s good boy?” she asked,
patting my butt. Then she lifted her head to face Katherine.
“You like
my new puppy dog? He’s a ‘Mexican
hairless’” she said, laughing.
Katherine continued to snap pictures, declaring
“That’s hysterical!
This is going to be my new screensaver!” Then her face
changed from a
grin to one of surprise. “Wait, what the hell! Thomas, are
you getting
a stiffy?”
It was true. I was as hard as a rock. Laura’s
hand on my ass had sealed that deal. “No!!” I
shouted, sitting up on my
haunches and covering my groin. But it was too late.
“Um, yup! Boner city down there!” Laura chuckled,
still holding the leash.
Katherine did her best impression of Mom. “Thomas,
I’m surprised at
you!” She put her hands on her hips. “Stand
up!” she commanded.
I stood, still covering my erection.
“And get those hands on your head, young man!
There’ll be no stiffy hiding today!” Katherine
declared.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hardly able to bear this further humiliation.
But I couldn’t refuse, lest I face an even worse fate. I put
my hands
on my head. I felt Laura’s hands on my neck again.
“Poor
Thomas!” She said, from behind me. “Let me help you
get this collar
off. It just gets you too excited.” When she finished
removing the
collar, I opened my eyes. Katherine was squatting in front of me, with
her face six inches away from my raging hard on! I squeezed my eyes
shut again.
“Gotta say, little man,” she said
“That’s an
impressive boner! It looks super hard!” I was grateful for
what seemed
like sincere praise. I had expected mockery.
Just then, for
the first time in my life, a hand other than mine gripped my hard
shaft. I opened my eyes. It was Laura! She was looking directly at
Katherine while teasingly wiggling my erection.
“You’re right,
Katherine! It is stiff as a board,” she said.
Katherine laughed, and widened her eyes at her friend’s
brazenness. “I guess he likes being your pet on a leash!
He’s such a naughty boy.”
“It wasn’t because I was on a leash!” I
complained angrily. I had only
a vague notion of why that idea stirred me to such fervent denial.
Laura let go of my penis and joined Katherine, who snapped a photo of
me in my angry aroused state. Katherine wagged a finger at me.
“Maybe
not, maybe so! All I know is that you’ve always liked being
Laura’s
puppy!”
I couldn’t argue with that.
Katherine put an arm around Laura’s shoulder. “What
shall we do with him next, Laura?” she asked.
Laura thought for a moment, while maintaining eye contact with me.
“Hmm,” she said. “What shall we
do with him next?” Then she raised a finger in the air as if
she had an
idea. “Well, your Mom’s idea of spanking him
sounded good to me,” she
said. And then, in a more deadpan voice, she added
“Especially after he
called me a dumb ass!”
Oh no. No way. Even Mom wouldn’t allow that. I threw the
challenge flag: “No! You can’t spank me.”
Katherine grinned. “No? Let’s ask Mom.”
Then she cupped her hands and
yelled, loud enough for Mom to hear in the kitchen, “Mommmm!
Are we
allowed to spank him?”
There was a pause of about five seconds. Mom was thinking. I was sure
she would intervene.
Laura snickered, filling in the silence, “It’s for
your own good, Thomas.”
Mom yelled back “Oh yes, Katherine, good idea! Teach him his
lesson!”
I couldn’t believe it. “Mom!! No!” I
yelled. Silence.
Laura pumped her fist, then shouted “Thanks Mrs.
B!” Then she stuck her
tongue out at me. “Come on, dumb ass,” she said,
“Time to get your
heinie spanked!”
“NO!” I shouted. “I don’t have
to listen to you.” I balled my hands into fists and prepared
to fight.
To my surprise, they looked at one another and shrugged. Katherine said
in a calm, clear voice, “You know what? You’re
right, dumb-dumb. You
don’t have to. But you should
have.” She turned and
motioned for Laura to follow as she headed away from me.
“Come on
Laura, Let’s go to the den and watch TV.” They went
through the door
and shut it behind them.
A victory, finally. That was the
first thought I had as they left the room. My second thought,
naturally, was that because of this pyrrhic victory I was in for a
widely expanded round of embarrassment at my mother’s hand.
And while I
had previously had doubts about whether my mother would actually bring
my friends over to see me get a bare ass spanking, I was now fairly
convinced that she would!. My third thought was pure panic. I had to
turn this around!
“Katherine! Wait!” I yelled, running to
the den. The girls were already on the couch, watching TV. I stood
contritely between them and the TV set, and said in my most humble
tone, “I’m sorry, Katherine, I’ll
listen!”
It was Laura who responded first, with pity “Aw,
it’s too late, puppy!”
Katherine was more matter of fact. “Look, nudie boy, we told
you if you behaved, we’d give Mom a good report! You
didn’t, and now we’re all
gonna get to see you get your ass spanked in front of your
friends.”
She let that sink in for a few seconds, then delivered the final punch.
“Go talk to Mom, we’re done
with you!”
I was
beaten, again. I had endured terrible embarrassment at their hands, and
now they had scads of pictures that were too embarrassing for me to
even think about. And even after all that, I was going to pay the same
price as if I’d refused to cooperate from the start! I
appealed to her
older-sister instincts. “C’mon please
Katherine. I promise I’ll listen. I’ll do whatever
you say. Pleeeease.”
Katherine turned to Laura, resolutely. “Here come the
tears,” she predicted.
I was near tears, but I tried to hold it
together.
Laura seemed to be saddened by this turn of events and decided to try
to move things in a different direction. “OK stop crying and
prove it,”
she said.
I looked at her quizzically.
“Grab your willie and balls,” she continued,
“and then ask me nicely to spank you
for being a such a bad boy!”
“Nice one,” Katherine whispered.
I wasted no time. Sniffling in to fight back tears, I grabbed my penis
in my left hand and cupped my balls with my right, then repeated:
“Please spank me for being such a bad boy, Laura.”
Laura
grinned. “Sure, I will, puppy!” she said cheerily.
“Get over here and
drape your bony ass across my lap.” She motioned for me to
come to the
couch. Then she punctuated her command with a harsh
“Now!”
I
moved to the couch. Laura spread her legs apart and pulled me down so
that I was laying across her right thigh, facing to her right and
leaning my elbows on the couch cushion. She draped her left thigh over
my legs, which were sprawled to her left with my feet on the floor.
Katherine moved to a chair near the couch. She started a new album of
snapshots with her phone camera.
Laura put her right hand on
my back and rested her left hand on my ass. “OK! Here we go!
You
getting this shot, Katherine?” she asked.
“You bet!! Another great screensaver! I’ll text it
to you,” Katherine replied.
Laura took her time, rubbing my ass and mugging for the camera. Then
she slipped her hand between my legs and grabbed my balls! She
didn’t
squeeze, but gently fondled them. I got hard almost immediately.
“Huh?!” was all I could manage.
“We’ve really got you by the balls, Tommy
boy!” she said, laughing at
her own corny pun. Then she let go of my balls and raised her hand. I
presumed (correctly) that she was preparing for the first swat.
“Get
ready for a sore ass,” she said, before delivering an
especially hard
slap to my left ass cheek.
The crack of her spank made a loud report, which I echoed with a
heartfelt “Yeoww!”
What followed were six more rapid spanks, alternating from left to
right cheek. With each one Laura punctuated the spank with a staccato
bark: “You!” “Have!”
“Been!” “A!”
“Bad!” “Puppy!”
I suppressed my yelps, and instead just gritted my teeth and grunted
after each blow.
When that first barrage was done she paused and looked at her handiwork
while rubbing my ass. “Ooh, Katherine, look, his bum is
already rosy
red.”
“Serves him right!” Katherine declared, snapping
some ass photos from a close vantage point.
Laura asked me, “How many was that so far?”
“I don’t know. Maybe ten?” I said.
“Oh no, Puppy, maybe is
no good!” she said, continuing to rub my ass.
“You’re supposed to keep
count. Now we have to start all over. You’ll get twenty
strokes, and
you might as well count them out loud. And after each one, I want you
to say, ‘Thank you Ma’am, I’m sorry I
peeped at you.’ You got it?”
“Yes,” I said, befuddled by the confusing admixture
of her soft touch,
my raging hard on, my sore butt, and my depthless humiliation.
Katherine broke out into a guffawing laugh. Then she fiddled with her
phone. “Oh, this one has got to be a movie!” she
declared. “Ready when
you are.”
“Smack!” Laura delivered a hard spank.
“One!” I grunted. “Thank you
Ma’am, I’m sorry I peeped at you.”
“You’re welcome. I accept your apology”
she said, then landed another sharp smack.
“Two. Thank you Ma’am, I’m sorry I peeped
at you,” I winced.
“Good. Next time say ‘Thank you Ma’am,
I’m a bad little puppy’” she said.
“Smack!”
“Three! Thank you Ma’am, I’m a bad little
puppy,” I said.
Katherine joined in. “OK this time, ‘Thank you
Ma’am. My sister rules’”
“Smack!”
I couldn’t hold back a yelp. “Oww! Four! Thank you
Ma’am. My sister rules.”
And so it went. By the twentieth in this series my ass was horribly
tender and I was thoroughly defeated. And I still
had a boner.
Laura patted my ass gently. “That was the last one, dumb ass.
You can stand up.”
As I did, both girls saw that I was super stiff. Laura put a hand to
her mouth in surprise. “Oh, dear Lord, he’s got a
boner again!”
Katherine nodded, then gave me a round of applause while staring at my
penis. “Bravo, Thomas. Taken like a good little
man!”
Katherine then rejoined Laura on the couch. I stood in front of them,
rubbing my sore ass gingerly.
“Now Just one more thing and
we’ll tell mom you did good, OK?” Katherine said.
“What?” I asked, suspiciously.
We’re going to watch some TV and Laura and I need a footrest,
Katherine
explained. “So, if you don’t mind, I’d
like you to get on your hands
and knees right here in front of us so we can prop our feet on
you.”
Katherine changed the TV channel to MTV and waited for me to obey. I
dropped to my hands and knees and made my best impression of an
ottoman. Both girls extended their legs over my back and settled in for
the half hour show.
When the show was nearly over, Katherine
said to Laura, “Want to sleep over? I’m babysitting
for Thomas tonight
while my parent’s go out.”
Laura replied, “Sure!” Then she added wistfully,
“Too bad the punishment will be over. I had fun
today!”
Katherine said, ominously, “Who says
the punishment will be over?”
Then she stood up behind me while I was still on all fours. She lifted
her bare foot between my legs and tapped at my penis and balls with her
toes. As if this were nothing at all, she said nonchalantly to Laura,
“We own Thomas! To keep us from telling
his friends about today’s punishments, I’ll bet
he’ll do just about whatever we
say!” All the while, she continued to poke and prod at me
with her foot. I was too stunned to complain.
Then Laura got it, “That’s true! And he surely
won’t want us to show those puppy pics to his little
girlfriend Julie!”
“Wait, what?” I said. I was about to try to argue,
but it was no use. They were right. I would do anything to
keep my friends from even hearing a whisper about today’s
events, let alone seeing actual photos and movies!
Katherine planted her foot on my ass. “So, Little Brother,
you think you’ll keep obeying our commands
tonight?”
I sighed, “Yes Katherine” .
“That’s ’Yes Ma’am’
to you from now on, Puppy,” Laura sang out, cheerily.