By brhmsj
Copyright 2023 by brhmsj, all rights reserved
* * * * *Charlie’s Stepmother 13
When Bunny was told about Charlie having to wear the vibrator at dinner
she knew she had to do the same. It was obvious that Fran was having
fun manipulating Charlie and Bunny had two boys to tease. When school
started again in the Fall she’d give Timmy his own vibrator. He’d be
ready for it by then. As she thought it over she decided vibrators at
dinner could be a good way to handle the boys when they were out of
line, especially Gerry. As it turned out Gerry earned himself an
uncomfortable dinner only a day or two after Bunny decided to institute
vibrators at dinner.
Starting the night before and continuing
before he left for school, Gerry was in one of his moods, with a bad
attitude. Given the pattern he’d set, Bunny had little doubt that Gerry
would continue to be getting spankings and other discipline right up to
when he left for college. A quick ball squeeze would have dealt with
today’s problem but Bunny saw this as an opportunity to start the
vibrator regime.
When Gerry got home from school Bunny called
him into the den where she was sitting. “You will be naked for dinner
with your vibrator in place and you will bring me the remote. Is that
clear?”
Gerry gulped. Her tone made it clear that something
was up. He expected her to be on his case after last night but not
this. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded. He waited for the inevitable
announcement that he drop his pants or that a spanking was coming. She
said neither.
“You’d best get your homework started,” was all
she said. With no further comment Gerry went to his room, stripped, did
his afternoon masturbation, and got to work. He heard Max and Timmy
when they came in but had no idea if Max got the same instructions. As
was usual with the boys, all three boys left their doors open. Gerry
could hear the sounds of Max’s masturbation along with some squeals
from Timmy in his room further down the hall as he masturbated, too.
Life was normal except for what he’d been told to do at dinnertime.
Max and Timmy only had been told that it was a Naked at Home day. By
now, most days were, so no big deal. When Bunny called her sons to
dinner all three came downstairs naked, Gerry a bit slowly. Max saw him
hand over the remote, otherwise at first nothing was different from any
other evening meal. After the family was settled and eating, Gerry’s
fear came true. He felt a slight vibration in his rectum. It felt good
but he was certain that she had more in mind than a nice tingle at
dinner. He couldn’t tell if Max was sitting on his own vibrator; he
hadn’t seen if Max had handed over a remote.
The vibrator went
up a notch. Gerry stayed calm but when the vibrations went up another
notch he no longer was calm. His hand shook slightly as he ate. His
prostate was stimulated and now he was hard.
Bunny said
exactly what Fran had said. “We wouldn’t want anyone to cum at the
dinner table.” This was directed at her husband and all three sons.
Timmy was aware that something was happening with Gerry. It had to be
the vibrator. For the moment he was jealous that he didn’t have one of
his own yet. Between seeing Gerry’s responses and Bunny talking about
cumming at the table, Timmy now was hard. Max and Gerald were observing
but not getting hard, though this new situation was making them a bit
uncomfortable.
One more raising of the pulse and Gerry was
quietly going “uh uh uh.” Quickly Bunny turned up the speed. Gerry knew
he no longer had any control, try as he might. With a quiet groan he
let go, hitting the underside of the table just as Charlie had done.
His semen dripped on him and floor. Within seconds of Gerry’s climax
Timmy let out with an “oh!” and spontaneously shot. He didn’t hit the
table but shot enough that his legs were wet.
“Well, well,
well. Two spankings tonight,” was all Bunny said. Gerry felt utterly
humiliated, as intended. Timmy was confused. When dinner was done Bunny
said “Gerald and Max, please do the dishes. As for you two, clean up
your messes and go to the den.” Timmy had less to mop up than Gerry but
waited for his brother so that they could leave together.
In
the den they were kept waiting. Both were standing when Fran entered.
“Gerry, into your corner.” Gerry obeyed. “Timmy, all of you were told
not to cum at the dinner table, yet you did. I said that anyone who did
would get a spanking and it’s time for yours.” She settled into what
the boys called the spanking chair. “Over you go.” Timmy was quite
nervous as he got over her lap.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Bunny wasn’t going to give Timmy a hard spanking for his first
infraction, just enough to make it hurt. She worked quickly with no
pauses. When Timmy cried out “Mommy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” she
knew she’d gotten through to him. Three more swats for good measure and
she let him up. “Upstairs and get to your homework.” Timmy scampered
upstairs. His bottom was just sore enough to need a pillow on his chair.
When Timmy was gone Bunny said “your turn.” Gerry turned, walked to his
mother, and silently put himself over her lap. Timmy’s spanking had
warmed her up. Ten hard rapid spanks landed on Gerry’s bottom. He
yelped in shock at the onslaught.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK No let up. As intended, this spanking didn’t take long to get
Gerry pleading “Mommy, please! I’m sorry! Please stop!”
Now
Bunny paused. “You’re getting spanked not only for cumming at the
dinner table. You already had earned a spanking for your bad attitude.
It seems you never learn.” SMACK SMACK SMACK Now Gerry was kicking.
Between cries of “ow! ow!” he managed to get out “Mommy please!”
It did not take much longer for Gerry to break, thoroughly tamed for
the moment. He went limp over Bunny’s lap, crying hard. She stopped.
Whenever she brought a boy to tears she gave him time to get it out.
And think about why he’d been spanked. When he was calm, Gerry again
said “I’m sorry, mommy. I’ll be good.”
“I’m sure you will.”
Bunny was rubbing his sore bottom, which did feel good. It wasn’t long,
though, before she said “upstairs and get to work. I’ll look in at
bedtime.” He knew that meant she’d watch him do his bedtime
masturbation.
Charlie had shared with Max his own story of
being made to cum at the dinner table so Max was eager to tell Charlie
about what had happened tonight with Gerry and Timmy. When they
connected for a Skype call, Charlie had a story of his own.
After listening to Max’s story, Charlie said “I think your mom and Fran must have been in collusion.”
“You mean. . .?”
“Yeah. Same thing. She gave me a maintenance yesterday then today she
told me to wear the vibrator to dinner. I knew what that meant. She
hasn’t spanked me two days in a row for a long time.”
“Your cage?”
“She put it on me right after the spanking.” Charlie stood so that Max could see.
“That sucks. Mom didn’t do that to Gerry but I heard him crying so I know he got it good.”
The rest of the week was uneventful but Fran had things planned for
Saturday. Charlie had a feeling that something was on Fran’s mind as
she didn’t put the cage on him when he got home after school.
“Charlie, honey, I’m doing a tea today and I’d like your help,” Fran
told him when he showed up for a late breakfast on Saturday. Charlie
slept in most Saturdays, like most teens. Though he’d rather be with
friends on any Saturday, Charlie agreed without a fuss. “That’s a good
little boy.”
When Fran had a tea she always kept the tradition
of doing it at four o’clock. She asked Charlie to join her in the
kitchen around two-thirty to help get the tea organized. All day she
had said nothing about Charlie putting on clothes so he still was naked
when he joined her. Charlie expected that he’d help her get things
ready then go about his own business.
He was wrong.
When he arrived in the kitchen Fran put an apron on Charlie. “You look
so cute with your bottom sticking out of the apron,” she said. Charlie
did his best to take it in stride. She gave his bare, and available,
bottom a quick pat and began the instructions for what was needed. As
it got closer to four o’clock Charlie suspected that he would be part
of the tea party. Likely it would be Bunny, Carol, and maybe some other
Woman Power friends gathering for a gossip and exchange of ideas. Many
of them had seen him naked already, so no big deal.
Things
were in order when the doorbell rang a few minutes before four. “Be a
good little boy and answer the door.” Nothing was said about the apron
so Charlie left it on. He opened the door to see Fran’s friend from New
York, Marguerite. With her were two of the ladies he’d met at her
house. This was unexpected!
“Hello young man,” Marguerite said before Charlie could say a word.
“Um, yes, hello. Please, do come in. Fran is ready for you.” As he led
them into the living room Fran emerged from the kitchen and joined her
guests.
“Charlie, dear, I’ll let you know when we’re ready for you to bring in the tea and food.”
“Yes, Fran.” He wasn’t happy about this but there was no choice. He
wondered if part of the plan here was to show him off to Marguerite and
her friends. That was something Fran would do.
“And take off
that apron before you serve. We can’t have you looking like a
housemaid.” Charlie saw Marguerite give a sly grin when she heard that.
It appeared that this afternoon would be “grin and bare it.” Baring
Charlie, that is. He went into the kitchen, slipped off the apron, and
waited. About four-fifteen Fran came in.
“We’re ready. You take that tray and I’ll take this one and we should be all set.”
The ladies looked please to see a naked boy entering the room, a naked
boy who was catering to his stepmother’s desires. They knew much of
what Fran was doing with Charlie. He was a bit surprised at their
reaction as he assumed they all were lesbians. Which, in fact, they
were but that did not prevent them from appreciating a naked teen.
Would they want to see him with a red bottom, too?
Fran poured
and had Charlie hand around the teacups and plates of food. Fran
indicated a spot for him to stand when everyone was served. “Stand
there, dear, so you can be at hand when we need you.”
“Yes,
Fran.” Charlie moved aside as told. For the most part the conversation
was dull to him. A lot of gossip about people he didn’t know, chatter
about the latest restaurants in New York and the social scene.
He came to attention when he heard one of the ladies say “isn’t this the young man who was with you in New York?”
“Yes. I thought you’d recognize him.”
“Ah, yes,” she continued. “You sent him out of the room but played with
his vibrator while we chatted. How could I forget?” At that all the
ladies laughed. So they had known what was happening.
“Is he plugged in today, as it were?”
“No, no need today,” Fran replied. They were talking as if Charlie
weren’t there which was quite embarrassing. He wished Max were here to
share the discomfort.
“Come over here, young man,” Marguerite
said. Or, rather, ordered. Fran nodded. Charlie went to the older woman
and stood before her. “You are much better looking naked than clothed.
A pity Fran can’t keep you naked all the time.”
“We do have Naked at Home days here,” Fran responded. “For both of my boys.” Charlie blushed. He was glad that David was out.
“That should be every day with this one,” another lady commented.
“I’ll look but I won’t touch,” Marguerite said as she continued to
survey Charlie’s naked body. “Could you have him perform for us,
though, my dear?”
Perform? Now Charlie blushed. He was quite sure what Marguerite wanted.
“Well it is about time for his afternoon masturbation,” Fran said.
Between her openness about this intimate behavior and her use of the
more clinical term for it, Charlie was deeply embarrassed. Being forced
to masturbate for these women felt humiliating but he knew that was
what he’d be told to do.
“Fran. . .” he said softly in a rare moment of questioning her authority.
“Do you need some motivation?” Fran asked him sternly.
“No, ma’am,” he responded quickly.
“Oh a bit of motivation is never bad for a boy,” one of the ladies said. There was immediate agreement from the others.
Fran sighed and said “if I must” in an ironic tone. She gestured to
Charlie who walked over to her and placed himself over her lap. Since
this was a show, Fran took her time adjusting him, providing amusement
for her guests.
A firm stinging efficient spanking was
delivered. Fran was in no rush. She would not totally humiliate him by
making him cry but she intended to spank until he started to beg. First
he kicked his legs a bit, then suddenly “Please Fran! Ow! I’ll do it!
Ow! I’m sorry! Please!” Appreciative smiles from all the guests. Fran
stopped, gave Charlie a moment to catch his breath while she rubbed his
warm bottom. Charlie calm, she slipped a finger between his cheeks and
made contact with his rosebud bringing on an immediate erection. As
intended. Now that he was hard he was allowed up.
She handed
him a large towel to put over the rug. It was a contrite boy who set
out the towel then stood where his cum could land on the towel and
began to work his erection. He tried to be a bit slow since this was a
“performance.” He felt humiliated, wanted it over, surprised that he
was remaining hard through it all. After about five minutes he gave a
soft moan, shuddered, and shot all over the towel.
“Oh my!”
said Marguerite. The others made similar comments. “You should have had
him out of those pants when you visited,” Marguerite continued.
“Gather up the towel and put it in the laundry. I’ll call you when
we’re ready to have things taken away.” Without a word Charlie obeyed.
It was a relief to leave the room. Some twenty minutes later Fran
called him. He brought the cups, plates, and other things back to the
kitchen and set them out to be washed later. The tea service would be
washed by hand, rather than the dish washer. He knew to wait for Fran
before starting that project.
It was with more relief that he
heard the party breaking up. “Charlie, dear, come say goodbye to our
guests.” He had not put on the apron again so stark naked he came into
the hall and made his farewells. He even managed a “nice to meet you”
to the new women in the group.
Guests gone, Charlie and Fran
cleaned up the dishes, then Charlie was released to go to his room or
whatever he wished. He made a quick call to Max saying that he had news
to share later.
By dinner time David had returned from his
activities. At dinner Charlie was the only one naked which was not
unusual. Fran recounted her day and told about the tea party. “Charlie
did a good job helping and being our naked waiter,” she said, causing
some embarrassment at saying that he was naked. It shouldn’t have
bothered him after all this time, but it did. Being naked for those
ladies had not been a pleasant experience. “However, he did need some
motivation when Marguerite requested that he masturbate for them.” Now
Charlie was blushing deeply.
“Ah. I thought his bottom looked
a bit red,” David said. Then he said something he almost never did. “A
reminder about his behavior is called for, I’d say.”
“Oh yes,”
replied Fran. “He’ll be well reminded when he goes to bed tonight.” She
then gave David a look which promised him a reminder at bedtime, too. A
reminder that he was not the one to make disciplinary decisions or
suggestions.
A bedtime spanking. A serious one. Charlie
reluctantly finished his dinner and was glad to be excused without
helping afterwards. In his room he Skyped with Max, telling him
everything. “She’s going to give me a bedtime spanking as ‘reminder.’
And Dad suggested it!”
“Wow.” Gerald had never recommended a
spanking for his sons, at least not in their hearing. Max had little to
report other than he and both brothers were caged for the day. “I think
she’s going to have us jerk off together at some point.” This would be
new. None of them was happy about the prospect.
“That sucks,” said Charlie in sympathy.
“Not as much as another spanking,” Max responded. Charlie had to agree.
After some other chat they finished the call. Charlie tried to find
things to keep his mind off the expected spanking but it was difficult.
About quarter of eleven Fran appeared at his door. “Hand me your brush”
she said as she made her way to the chair. The reality of what he
feared had Charlie feeling close to tears but he did as told. Seated,
brush in one hand, Fran pulled her stepson over her lap. When he was
settled she began a rapid hairbrush spanking, deftly landing blows on
every part of Charlie’s bottom and upper legs. Charlie knew that it
could be a harder spanking but the accumulation of pain as the blows
landed had its effect.
For a while he kicked and squirmed,
cried out as each blow landed. Oddly, he was not moving to tears. He
was gasping or crying “ow!” as the spanking continued but tears were
not coming. Suddenly, with a loud cry of “owwwww!” he went limp over
Fran’s lap, broken to her will in a way he never had been before. She
stopped almost immediately. Nothing was said but both knew this was a
special moment. Charlie had capitulated completely to her control. This
did not mean an end to spankings or other punishments but it did mean
that never again would there be any sign of questioning her authority
or her right to exert it.
Fran let Charlie lie over her lap
for a while as his gasps settled. She had a jar of crème with her. She
scooped out a sizable dollop and began to sooth Charlie’s very red and
hot bottom. It took a while for him to move from pain to relief at the
massage. He stayed limp, allowing her whatever she wished to do to him.
When the heat had let down a bit she said “time for bed, young man.”
“Yes, Fran,” he replied as he stood. She stood and gave him a hug,
which he returned. Both felt the love, even with the fully accepted
power dynamic. Actually, it felt good to Charlie to have given over, to
be fully submissive to her. Later, as he was in bed thinking it over,
he wondered if his new submission to Max had eased the way for him to
finally fully give over to Fran. Did it even matter?
She tucked him in, put a good night kiss on his forehead, and left him to sleep.
Later Fran checked to see that Charlie was asleep. Then she went to the
master bedroom where David received a thorough hairbrush spanking of
his own for his temerity at suggesting punishment for his son. It was
just what he wanted.
Charlie’s Stepmother 14
It took a while for Charlie to open up completely with Max about what
had happened with Fran and his full acceptance of her control over him.
He needed time to understand it better before talking about it. Max
understood completely, which helped a lot. Fran had not been so
reticent in discussing it with Bunny.
“I’ve trained my boys
right from the start so never had to use quite that method. Gerald
needed it, of course, but he accepted things quickly. Like David, he
wanted it. As you know, Gerry does need reminders all too often but he
gets back in line quickly. At least for a while!” The women laughed
over that. Fran knew how Gerry could be. Sometimes she envied Bunny
having so many opportunities to administer strong discipline.
A few days later they were discussing things further. “I’ve given it
some thought,” Bunny said. “Max and Charlie have become extra sons for
each of us and we’ve agreed on treating them as our own sons when
they’re together, so it seems to me that if Max needs the same kind of
submission to you as Charlie does, then you should feel to do what is
needed to get it.”
“He seems quite accepting of my authority
so far,” Fran said. It went no further for the time being but the idea
was planted in Fran’s mind. She would act on it if the need arose. It
did, at least she saw things that way, and she broke Max in front of
Charlie, a lesson to them both.
Of course it was Max who set
things in motion for his complete taming. When the boys were alone Max
was asserting more of his own control over Charlie. The boys hadn’t
discussed it but it was clear what was happening and it was what both
seemed to want. Max did some small things in front of Fran that showed
his feelings of authority over his friend. While Fran had no problem
with Charlie being submissive to Max she expected Max to be submissive
to her at all times. He needed to know his place. Control over both
boys was hers and hers alone when Max was at her house. Except for when
they were alone. It gave her pleasure to know that Max was dominating
Charlie when she wasn’t around to see it. When she was there, however,
in her mind the boys were equal and neither should dominate the other.
By now every weekend the boys were at one or the other’s house. Fran
and David particularly liked the weekends alone this gave them when
Charlie stayed at Max’s. The boys had proven they could be trusted so
were allowed David and Fran’s house to themselves if Fran and David
were away for a weekend. A few of these weekends had emboldened Max to
be more assertive in his control over Charlie. Charlie, in turn, had
not objected; he quite readily fell in with it. They had no idea that
Fran had caught on after their first weekend alone or that she could
tell things were developing further.
As a result of their new
power dynamic, Max became more casual about his expectations of
obedience. Casual enough that some inappropriate orders were given a
few times in front of Fran over a weekend. She ignored them until
Sunday morning.
The boys had not been allowed clothes that
weekend, so were nude, while David had on his bathrobe, nothing
underneath. As Fran liked things to be. When David had left the
breakfast table to read the Sunday papers Fran looked at Max. “You’ve
gotten pretty bossy recently and that’s no way to treat your best
friend.” Both boys paled at this. Charlie didn’t question where this
might be heading. A spanking, no doubt. What kind of spanking was
unexpected. “You are overdue a reminder of your place, young man.”
“Yes, Fran,” Max replied in almost a whisper.
“Upstairs with you two.” There was no need for David to witness this
though he would hear it all quite clearly. The boys went up to
Charlie’s room. It was a short wait. Fran came in, sat down, and said
“give me your paddle, Charlie.” He obeyed quickly, fearing punishment
if he did not, even though he hated the idea of his best friend feeling
the paddle. “Over you go,” she now said to Max. With a scared look at
Charlie, Max obeyed.
“This has been a long time coming,” Fran
reiterated. She proceeded, this time with the paddle, to give Max the
same kind of spanking she’d given Charlie to tame him into full
submission. Every part of the boy’s bottom was covered, quick and hard.
At first Max fought it desperately. Fran stopped long enough to say
“you stay still or it will only be worse for you.” Max did his best,
but his legs were flailing from the pain in his backside. As the
spanking continued he began to yell with each blow, then his breath
came in gasps. Finally, with a long cry of “owwww!” he broke, going
limp over Fran’s lap, bawling like a small child. Between gasps he
managed to get out “I’m sorry! I’ll be good!” The blows stopped. Fran
knew that crying it out was good for a boy and gave him the time he
needed.
Watching all this naturally made Charlie very
uncomfortable. He was sitting on the bed, squirming himself as he
watched. He was unhappy for Max but could see that Max needed this.
From Max’s crying and his repeats of “I’m sorry,” Charlie knew that
Fran now owned both of them. It felt good, though. It felt right.
When Max’s crying had settled Fran helped him up, then stood and gave
him a long hug. As so often happens, the hug brought on more tears. She
let him cry it out. When he truly was done crying she quietly said “lie
down on the bed.” Max did, face down, of course. “Charlie, rub this
into his bottom.” She handed him the jar of crème and left, closing the
door behind her.
Silently Charlie applied the crème and gently
rubbed Max’s sore, red, hot bottom. At first Max winced at the touch
but as he began to feel better he enjoyed Charlie’s touch. Charlie
always was happy to feel Max’s butt and was glad to keep this going.
When Max seemed back to normal, Charlie lay down beside him and asked
“are you OK?”
“Not really. That was the worst! I didn’t realize quite what you’d gone through.” Charlie hugged him.
“It was tough. It changed something, though. I haven’t figured it all
out but somehow it’s like. . . I dunno, but I never question things or
wonder about them anymore. That make sense?”
“I think so. I know I’ll be different around her now.”
Neither boy realized that they had just admitted to each other that
they had been fully tamed by Fran. By the time Max left that afternoon
both boys would feel like brothers, brothers with different parents. A
brotherhood uniquely theirs and not shared with Max’s biological
brothers. Bunny saw the change the next time the boys were together
with her. Fran had told her everything, so she did expect it.
Nonetheless, she would have noticed without any prompting.
After the paddling Fran joined David downstairs with the papers. He
gave her a questioning look. “We won’t have any problems with him
anymore,” she said.
“Not that we ever really did.”
“True, but now he, like Charlie, exactly knows his place and I’ll be
very surprised if he gets out of line. A paddling like that is usually
sufficient for a boy.” David smiled in agreement. It had been
sufficient for him but his emotional need to be mastered by Fran meant
that such paddlings were repeated occasionally. It made both of them
happy. He did wonder if Charlie would come to want such paddlings
periodically. Accepting both that he needed and, more so, wanted it. It
appeared that he might be headed in that direction. Maybe a good
father/son talk was in order soon.
As if reading his mind, Fran asked with a smile “do you need the same today?”
“Have I been that bad a boy?” They both laughed, laughter heard
upstairs. The boys feared that it was laughter at Max’s predicament.
“Are they laughing at me?” Max asked.
“I hope not. Really, I don’t think so. Fran isn’t mean, just tough.
Probably laughing because she told Dad he would get the same.” That
broke the tension and both laughed. Max knew that Fran disciplined
David but could not get the image of David over her lap into his mind.
Still, the absurdity of it seemed laughable at the moment.
“Will she keep spanking me?’ Max asked when the laughter ended and after a bit of quiet.
“You want her to?” Charlie answered, now with a bit of an evil grin.
Max took it in the right spirit and returned it with a grin of his own.
“Hm, I think you do.”
“Well, you do,” Max retorted. “Admit it!”
“Well, yeah, I do. . .” The boys held each other and talked for quite a
while about their lives under the control of Fran and Bunny, separately
and together. Their new bonding, which would be quite firm when Max
left, was beginning. A bonding of love was growing, too.
Downstairs, the discussion continued. “There are going to be some
changes with those two,” Fran told David. For the moment she said no
more and David knew better than to press the issue.
Bunny was
expected around five. Shortly before then Fran went upstairs and
knocked softly on Charlie’s door. “Come on in,” he said. She found the
boys together on the bed.
“Your mother will be here soon, so you should get ready,” she told Max.
“Yes, ma’am.”
From the look of things, Fran was quite sure that the spanking had
created some sexual excitement, as spankings can do. She was right.
As the boys had lain together they both, inevitably, got hard. “I want
to fuck you so bad,” Max said. Now that the pain had worn off a bit,
the spanking was exciting him.
“Getting bossy again,” Charlie said with a chuckle.
“You didn’t say no,” Max shot back.
“That’s right.”
Quickly Charlie was on his back. Max pulled his legs up, applied lube
to Charlie’s hole, then to his own cock. Entry was easy now that both
were used to it. Once he was in Max’s excitement got the best of him
and he shot sooner than he wanted. Neither complained though. Before he
pulled out he grabbed Charlie’s erection and there was another quickly
achieved orgasm. Now soft Max slipped out and the spent boys fell
asleep, though not for long.
They woke up, cleaned up, and
spent the time talking quietly until Fran appeared to say that Max
should get ready for his mother’s arrival. A few minutes later they
heard the doorbell. Bunny came in and the boys could hear the adults
chatting in the living room. Max gathered up his things and went
downstairs, still naked, unsure if he would be allowed to dress for the
ride home. Often, nowadays, he and his brothers were naked in the car.
“Hi Mom,” he greeted Bunny.
“Have a good weekend?”
“It was great,” he replied honestly. The paddling had been, in fact,
great, as had the sex afterwards. Bunny could see something different
in her middle son, the result of his new complete submission to Fran.
After some more chat, Bunny said “let’s go” without any instruction to
dress. The few steps to the car were always the worst. There were
neighbors who, unknown to the naked boys, had seen some of those walks
to cars. Mostly seen Max and Charlie, but Gerry and Timmy, too.
Before Max and Bunny left, Fran said “there are going to be some changes.”
“Yes, there are,” Bunny replied. Nothing more was said. David knew
better than to ask. Later the boys would Skype and wonder what was
meant.
“Our moms agree,” Max said. He’d come to see Fran as Charlie’s mother. Charlie never felt the need to correct that.
“Yeah. Is it just us or your brothers, too?”
“Who knows. They’ve been thick as thieves with Vic’s mom, too. I’ve wondered if something was up.”
“Well, they still want to get Vic to the pool, so some kind of plotting
has gone on. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Do you think your
mom will give me the kind of spanking that Fran gave us?”
“No way to know, I guess. I sure would like to see Vic get spanked like that, though.” That brought on knowing laughter.
Not only would Vic make an appearance at the pool but Gerry managed to
get Patrick there, too. That was an awkward day for him and he received
no sympathy from Gerry, his brothers, and Charlie. It did him good.
There was general wondering if Bunny would spank him sometime.
A new regime began. Any boys visiting Fran and Bunny’s houses was
expected to show total obedience. Eventually Vic did visit Charlie but
so far gave Fran no reason to spank him at all. However, Bunny, with
the approval of Vic’s mother, did give him a spanking like he’d never
had before. There were two results. One that for a while Vic was
nervous about being at Gerry’s. The other was that he now was
completely submissive to Bunny. He never really liked it but knew that
if he wanted to continue the friendship he had to accept it. Completely.
For Charlie and Max something new was about to come into their lives.