By PatrickNaked
Copyright 2023 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved
* * * * *The Boy in the Puddle: Part Two
by PatrickNaked
Then: Patricia’s
ten year old brother Tommy had taken the starring role in one of the
Society’s first stories of 1962. It began when Patricia commandeered
the bathroom for over half an hour one morning to apply her makeup. She
could have done this at her bedroom mirror, but she loved to
inconvenience her little brother. On that particular morning, she
accomplished much more than that. She listened to his desperate cries
and the sound of his fists beating on the bathroom door. She admired
herself smiling maliciously into the mirror as he screamed, “Pat, open
the door. I’ve gotta pee really really bad. I’m serious. Please.
Pleeeeease. I gotta go. Please.” After repeating variations of this
plea for over five minutes, there was a sudden silence. Then a wail of
anguish.
Patricia thought, ‘Did he? Did he REALLY?’ This
would be too good to be true. She opened the door to see his face
twisted into a visage of pure mortification. His pajama bottoms were
wet and getting wetter. Tommy just stood there, paralyzed with shock,
as a lake formed around his bare feet. Patricia wondered how his
bladder could hold so much. Then she thought with a smile, ‘Obviously
it couldn’t.’
Tommy’s humiliation was far from over. Their
mother had stripped him of his wet pajamas and underpants right there
in the hall in front of Patricia and their nine year old sister Gail.
Neither sister had seen him naked in years, and they made no effort to
hide their spiteful delight as their mother methodically exposed every
inch of his bare body, including the two inches between his legs.
While mom carried his sodden sleepwear off to the laundry room, the
girls had generously offered Tommy a deal. They wouldn’t tell everyone
at school of how he peed in his PJs if he agreed to do whatever they
told him for the rest of the year. This left Tommy in a quandary. If
they told, his life would be hell on earth at school forevermore. If he
made the deal, it would be hell at home… but only till the end of the
year. On the surface, it seemed like an easy choice. But as he stood
before them with everything exposed, unable to stand still as the
humiliation writhed within him like a living thing, he could see the
twisted enjoyment in their eyes. The hell at home would be very
specific in nature.
Patricia warned him that once their mother
returned from the laundry room, the time for making deals would be
over. Every kid in school would know he had peed on himself like a
baby. The jokes and derisive laughter would follow him everywhere.
Bullies might even strip him and force him into a diaper for all to
see. Repeatedly.
Tommy chose the hell at home. His only hope
was his sisters would soon tire of tormenting him. So far, their energy
had proven inexhaustible.
Now: One Saturday
morning found Tommy, Patricia, Gail, and two of Gail’s girlfriends
hiding behind a small copse of trees in a neighborhood far from their
house. Tommy was wearing just his jeans and his underpants beneath. No
shirt, shoes or socks. He already felt inappropriately exposed, and
soon the girls would be seeing more than just his bare torso.
“This isn’t fair,” he whined. He looked over at the two extra girls,
Sandy and Carla. They were both ten years old. They both sat near him
in class. They both looked rapt with anticipation of seeing him where
no girl should be allowed to look. “The deal was y’all wouldn’t tell
anyone else about… about what happened.”
Gail informed him, “We didn’t tell them what you did. Just what you’re going to do.”
Patricia added, “And you better get busy and do it. Remember, if you
refuse anything we say, the deal’s off. Don’t worry. They’re sworn to
secrecy.” She gave the two girls a warning look. “Right?”
Sandy and Carla each made the hand-zipping-her-mouth-shut motion.
Tommy looked at the surrounding neighborhood. The trees they were
behind provided little coverage. There were houses everywhere. Houses
with windows people could see out of. “Anyone could see me. And the
intersection is right there. A car could go by at any moment. Or
someone could come walking down the sidewalk. Or a lot of someones.” He
could hear the whine in his voice increasing. He didn’t care. Maybe it
would convince these girls to take pity on him. ‘Right,’ he thought.
‘Like THAT’LL happen.’
“Then you better hurry it up before you
get more of an audience than you already have,” Patricia replied. She
wondered if Tommy was going to be able to follow through with his
instructions. She and Gail had been subjecting him to increasingly
humiliating scenarios. She had even borrowed Ellie’s Polaroid for some
very naked photos of the boy, warning him that if he defaulted on the
deal, more than just the story of his weak bladder would become public.
That he was crying in the photos made them that much more embarrassing.
This was the first time they had taken Tommy’s Torture outside the
confines of their home. And the first time they had invited anyone else
along to watch. They had chosen Sandy and Carla because they knew Tommy
would see them every school day afterwards. And every time he saw them,
he would be reminded of what THEY had seen.
Being seen was
very much on Tommy’s mind at the moment. He was becoming more and more
worried about discovery by someone in the neighborhood. But he was also
averse to doing what his sisters demanded in front of Sandy and Carla.
They wouldn’t just see him naked. They’d see him… No. He couldn’t even
think about it.
“I can’t,” he told Patricia. “Please. I can’t do it.”
“I recall you doing a lot more. Very recently, in fact.” Patricia was
thinking specifically of when they made Tommy crawl around naked on his
hands and knees in the backyard, hike his leg on a bush and make poo
like a dog. That had been SO disgusting… but at the same time so
hysterically funny, Patricia had become seriously terrified she
wouldn’t be able to stop laughing. Gail had suffered for it, too,
saying her stomach still hurt all the way through the next day.
The way Tommy’s face turned an angry red told her he was remembering
that incident, too. But he remained adamant. “I can’t. I just can’t.”
“Then the deal is off. Everyone finds out what you did. And, of course, there’s the nude photos.”
“Photos?” Carla almost squealed. “There’s nude photos?”
Tommy glared at his sister. She was revealing way too much to
outsiders. “Ok, ok. I’ll do it.” He took one last look around him.
There seemed to be no one else about. But that would soon change. It
was early, but Saturday was about begin in earnest.
‘I’ll do
it like ripping off a bandage.’ he thought. ‘All at once.’ He
unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Carla said
breathlessly, “Oh my my my my my…” Both she and Sandy moved in a little
closer.
Tommy hooked his thumbs into the waistbands of his
jeans and underpants. His zipper spread open a bit, revealing a
triangular glimpse of white. Sandy gasped. She had never seen a boy’s
underwear before. At least not with the boy still inside them. She
exclaimed, “I can see his underwear.”
‘I’m aware of that,
you bitch,’ Tommy thought. That flash of anger gave him the strength to
do the impossible… bend over and slide his jeans and underpants down to
his ankles in front of his two classmates. Remembering Patricia’s
instructions to not even attempt to cover himself, he stood up and
forced himself to keep his hands at his sides. Sandy and Carla gasped,
grinned, giggled, and gawked. After looking him up and down for several
long moments, they crowded in to bend down and inspect him even more
closely. Their faces were no more than three inches away from his
wiener and ballsack. His feeling of violation was more intense than it
had been during any of his previous torments… even in the backyard when
he was Fido for an hour. That had been awful beyond belief, but it was
his sisters seeing far too much of him. These other two girls weren’t
family. For some reason, that made a huge difference. They were staring
at his most personal parts just as though they had a right to. They
were taking pleasure in knowing they DIDN’T have the right. And now
they were going to see him doing the even more unthinkable.
Still bent over, Sandy looked up at Patricia. “Can we touch it?”
Patricia thought for a moment. “Go ahead. But make it quick. I don’t want anyone else seeing us any more than Tommy does.”
Tommy wanted to scream, ‘It’s mine and you can’t touch it!’ But he
remained silent as the girls poked and probed him. Their tentative
touches became more bold, and soon one had her hand around his wiener
while one held his ballsack. They tugged. They lifted. Tommy didn’t
know which one had what. His eyes were clenched shut. He was biting his
bottom lip painfully.
Patricia finally called a halt. “That’s
enough for now. We might let you play with him more later on. Tommy has
something else he needs to do at the moment.” She looked at him
significantly. “Open your eyes, Tommy. We want your aim to be precise.
And spread your legs as wide as you can.”
Tommy sighed loudly.
While the girls had been exploring between his legs, he had been trying
to ignore the feeling of their fingers on him while also preparing
himself for this next phase. He still didn’t know if he could do it,
even with the price of failure looming large in his mind. Sandy and
Carla stepped back to watch. Gail had already told them all the details
of the plan, so they knew what was coming next.
Tommy gritted his teeth and tried. He tried again. Patricia asked, “Is there a problem?”
Tommy sobbed. “I can’t do it. I’m not refusing to. I just can’t make it happen.”
Gail asked, “Did you drink all the water like we told you to?”
“Yes! I was practically sloshing around inside walking here. But it’s like it’s all locked up. Please. I really tried.”
Gail said, “You didn’t have any trouble that morning outside the bathroom door.”
Patricia snapped at her. “Gail!” The girl had come seriously close to
telling her friends what Tommy had done that day, thereby violating
their terms of the deal. If the boy had been paying attention, he
could’ve successfully argued she HAD, and the deal would be over. No
more tormenting Tommy. But he was too lost in the misery of the moment
and the fear of violating the terms himself to realize what she had
just said.
Carla whispered to Gail, “Is that what he did to start all this? He wet his pants?” Gail shushed her.
Tommy was grimacing and clenching his hands into fists as he tried to
force a stream of pee out of his wiener. “It’s no good. It’s like
someone glued my pee hole shut.”
Patricia said, “Ok. Everybody turn around. Maybe he can’t do it with us watching.”
There was some grumbling, but the girls all turned their backs on the
boy. A few moments later they heard the unmistakable spattering sound
of a stream of liquid being set free. “Everybody turn back,” Patricia
commanded. She was gambling that once Tommy started, he wouldn’t be
able to stop.
She was correct. Everyone turned to see Tommy,
naked down to his ankles, peeing into the underpants and jeans gathered
around his feet. When he saw everyone looking, he stumbled a bit in an
effort to… do something. Even he wasn’t sure what. His stream of pee
swung to the left and right, tracing visible arcs in the air. “Stand
still,” Patricia yelled. “It all goes in your pants.” Tommy immediately
complied. He had been trained to obey his sisters through many long
weeks of outrageous orders… and through the consequences when those
orders weren’t followed instantly and to the letter. The only things
worse than what his sisters made him do were the punishments when he
failed or refused. The bare-bottom spanking his mother had given him
the morning he peed in his PJs had only been the first of many. The
difference was in who administered the spankings. Now it was Patricia
and Gail. And the spankings weren’t even the worst of the punishments.
There was that plastic thing… the one that vibrated…
The
stream went on and on. Tommy had obviously obeyed the order to drink
LOTS of water that morning. Patricia and Gail had already seen him pee
many times by now… it was one of their favorite things to make him do
since that was what landed him in this trouble to begin with… but this
was new to Sandy and Carla. Neither could quite believe their good
fortune. They alternated between watching his wiener releasing its
torrent and gazing at the wretched distress on his face. Tommy had to
sit next to them in class for the rest of the year. And he’d see them
in school for years and years after that. Every time he saw them, he’d
be reminded of this moment. And he was sure, unnecessary as it was,
they’d take pleasure in verbally reminding him of it, too.
Tommy was also sure Sandy and Carla weren’t the only classmates his
sisters would bring into the torture chamber his world had become. This
would only escalate. They’d probably invite a few boys too, just so
Tommy could feel that burn of humiliation in whatever company he found
himself in. There would be no escape. How many more kids would see him
naked, debased, and degraded? If only there had been time to work out
the details of the deal he had made. But Patricia had insured that
wouldn’t happen with the arbitrary time limit she had imposed before
there would be no deal at all.
Until that morning, it had only
been Patricia and Gail witnessing the degrading acts he was forced to
perform. Now that they were bringing in outsiders, the question became:
How many witnesses of his abasements in secret would it take before the
public ridicule of everyone knowing his initial embarrassing act became
the lesser evil? At the moment, he was still willing to withstand the
trials his sisters put him through, even with other kids in attendance.
At least it wasn’t the whole school.
As his stream of pee
continued, Tommy had another thought. If he ever did declare he would
do no more… that the whole school knowing he had peed in his pajamas
was less humiliating than more of the misery inflicted by his sadistic
sisters… there would still be all those kids, like Sandy and Carla, who
had witnessed the shameful things he had been forced to do. If he broke
the terms of the deal, did that mean those kids were free to tell
everyone what they had seen? Then it would be more than just some
sodden PJs that everyone would know about. This just got worse and
worse.
Soon, his raging river became a trickle, then just a
few drops. Tommy looked down at his saturated undies and jeans. The
sight was a reminder this was far from over. Baring himself before the
four girls was Phase One. Peeing into the few clothes he had been
allowed to wear was Phase Two. Phase Three was about to commence.
“Don’t you have to shake it now?” Gail helpfully reminded him.
Tommy looked up at her with pure hatred. “That’s to get the last drops out. They already dropped.”
“Still,” Patricia supplied. “I think we should be sure.”
Tommy despaired. Sandy and Gail could already see his most private
parts. They had seen pee coming out of him. The thought of them
watching while he jiggled his thing was unbearable. It made that very
natural act he performed every day seem obscene. He looked to Patricia,
his big sister. “Please…” he whined. She just crossed her arms and
waited.
Tommy sighed and took his wiener between a thumb and
forefinger. Just holding it in front of the girls seemed like a nasty
act. He looked down at himself as he jiggled it. That motion made its
exposure so much more obvious.
To his chagrin, a few more drops scattered into the grass. “See?” Patricia gloated.
Carla leaned over towards Patricia. “Can he wiggle it again? I liked that.”
“You heard her. Wiggle it. Do it till I tell you to stop.”
Tommy sighed again and wiggled it… for what seemed like an hour, but
was probably no more than a couple of minutes. After the first minute,
it began to respond as it sometimes did. To his dismay, Tommy felt it
start to stiffen between his fingers.
He didn’t know why it
did this. He had once worked up the nerve to ask his father, who looked
uncomfortable and told him they would discuss it later. Later, as yet,
had not arrived. Tommy had the impression it never would. He had
thought about asking his mother, but that would be too embarrassing. He
knew boys and girls were different, but not what all the major
differences were… except that grown women had boobies and grown men
didn’t… but he DID know his wiener was strictly a boy thing. Talking to
his mother about it was almost unthinkable. He considered asking his
friends, but kept hoping one of them would broach the subject first. He
was afraid of being ridiculed. Afraid it would turn out that all other
boys besides him knew everything about wieners… and balls. Wieners at
least were there for pee to come out of. What did balls do???
Tommy’s wiener was now fully stiffened. It had stopped wiggling as he
jiggled it, and only moved slightly from side to side instead. When it
had begun its transformation, he felt an almost overpowering compulsion
to release it and turn around so Sandy and Carla couldn’t see it in
that state. They’d see his bottom, which had been facing away from them
so far. That would mean they’d finally see his entire body, front and
back, completely naked. Which would be embarrassing, but not as much as
them seeing his wiener hard. Before he could give in to that urge, he
luckily remembered some of his past punishments for disobeying. This
time, Patricia would probably let his two classmates watch.
So
he continued to handle himself, trying to ignore the startled comments
of the two girls at the change in its size and shape. Patricia and Gail
had, of course, already seen it in its current condition. Patricia had
already known boys’ things did that. Gail had not. They both took full
advantage of it, doing things to him and making him do things to
himself. He had learned that sometimes there was a mysterious reward
waiting at the end of certain manipulations. But his uncontrollable
reaction in front of his sisters when attaining that reward was perhaps
the most humiliating thing he had endured over the many long weeks.
When Patricia commanded him to stop, Tommy stood before the gathering
with his stiffy poking up towards the leafy overhang of the trees. He
felt more naked than ever. Sandy and Carla crowded before him, once
again touching his most private parts as though they were public
property.
Gail warned, “Be careful. He might enjoy that, and we don’t want him to like anything that happens today.”
“True,” Patricia added. “Step back. There’ll be time for exploration
later when we get him home. You’ll know more about boys than any of
your girlfriends. Maybe more than other boys.” The two girls giggled in
anticipation.
Patricia turned her attention to her little brother. “You know what to do.”
Tommy grimaced. He bent down and gingerly took hold of the waistband of
his saturated underpants. His face contorted even more as he pulled
them up his legs. “This is GROSS.” He found he had to touch them much
more than he cared to in order to get them situated where they needed
to be. Thankfully, the loathsome feel of warm, wet fabric had the
effect of making his stiffy shrink and soften.
Next came the
soggy jeans. They were heavier than when he had put them on that
morning. He looked down as he fastened them. They were soaked in the
crotch and down both legs, front and back. Even the seat was soaked
through.
Patricia’s original plan was to make him wet his
pants the normal way… while wearing them. Then Gail had suggested
bringing in two girls from Tommy’s class to embarrass him even more.
Then both had decided the new girls should see as much of him as his
sisters had. And since he was to be naked for them anyway, he should
pee in his pants that way. Wouldn’t THAT be humiliating. And it was.
There was one drawback, though…
“I think we overdid it,”
Patricia mused. “It doesn’t look like he wet his pants. It looks like
an elephant peed on him.” She addressed Tommy angrily. “Why did you
have to drink so much water?”
“You TOLD me to,” he wailed.
“I didn’t tell you to drink three gallons.”
Phase Three was to take place at a house on the other side of a tall
hedge a few feet behind them. The house belonged to Mrs. Terry, Tommy’s
teacher. Mrs. Terry was ancient… probably in her fifties. She was
originally from France and spoke with an accent. She was either a widow
or divorced. None of the kids knew which. They just knew she was a Mrs.
and there was no Mr. She was very strict, but also fair. Most of her
students didn’t recognize the fair once they experienced the strict.
She always seemed a bit sad. When her class was busy reading or filling
out a test paper, Mrs. Terry would sometimes stare of into space, lost
in a memory.
Since Tommy saw her for hours of every school
day… just like Sandy and Carla… the plan had been to make him cringe
with embarrassment every moment of every day while in her class. He was
to go to her front door in tears. He probably wouldn’t have to fake
that part. He was to tell her he had been out walking and had
experienced the sudden need to pee. Before he could get back home, he’d
had an accident. He was SO embarrassed. There was still a long way to
go to get home, and people were starting to get out and about. There’s
no telling how many would see him and know he had wet his pants. It
would be even worse if another kid saw him. He would never be able to
live down the shame. She had to help him. She just HAD to. The girls
were sure the teacher wouldn’t turn one of her students, or any kid,
away in such a circumstance.
She’d have to bring the
embarrassed boy inside and get him and his jeans… and underpants…
cleaned up. How it all played out was up to fate, but they were banking
on Mrs. Terry seeing as much of her student as the girls had. Patricia
hadn’t allowed Tommy to wear a t-shirt so he wouldn’t even have that to
cover himself with once the jeans… and underpants… came off.
If … God forbid… Mrs. Terry managed to do what needed to be done
without seeing much more of Tommy than she saw in class, she’d still
know he had peed on himself. Like a baby.
“It’s just not going
to work now,” Patricia lamented. “He’s soaked front and back. She’ll
never believe it.” She looked at Tommy. “Worse for YOU, little brother.
NOW you have to walk home like that. Alone, of course. WE don’t want to
be seen with you. Then me and Gail and your classmates are going to
show you what happens to little boys who screw up our well-made plans.
Mom and Dad won’t be home till after six. We have LOTS of time.”
‘Oh, no,’ Tommy thought. This was going to be bad. Really bad. The
worst. He knew Patricia had that vibrating thing in her bureau. Sandy
and Carla could NEVER see what his sisters did to him with that.
Desperation gave him inspiration.
“Wait. I know what we can do.”
All four girls crossed their arms and waited. Tommy told them the details of Plan B for Phase Three.
Patricia considered. “Ok. We’ll do it. But remember, we’ll be watching as much as we can.”
The girls were fairly confident of being able to watch without being
seen. Mrs. Terry’s house was almost completely surrounded by that tall
hedge with only a break for the driveway, and there were also lots of
trees and bushes on her lot. With all that foliage shielding the house,
she didn’t feel the need for many blinds or curtains. It was known
among the kids that high school boys would sneak onto her property at
night to peek through her windows. She might be ancient, but she was
still female… and high school boys took what they could get. Patricia
had recently overheard two boys talking about how they had both
masterbated while watching Mrs. Terry in her tub through her bathroom
window. Then doing it again at her bedroom window as she slipped out of
a large towel and into her nightgown. Then doing it two more times when
they got back to one of the boy’s house where they were having a
sleepover. They both complained of being sore the next day, but it was
SO worth it. Patricia had turned their names over to Teresa. The leader
of their Society didn’t like when boys spied on girls. Or women.
The girls would be watching Tommy and Mrs. Terry during daylight
instead of night, but the surrounding foliage should give them enough
cover to see much of the proceedings. Patricia continued, “If it looks
like she’s going to see you undress, don’t try to talk her out of it.
Or at least, do it enough that it seems real. If you actually persuade
her not to see you… well, you know what punishments we’re capable of.
Mrs. Terry seeing your teeny tiny tiddler will be nothing compared to
what we’ll do. And this time, Sandy and Carla will be there to enjoy
the show.”
Gail made a vibrating sound with her tongue.
Two minutes later, Tommy was standing in front of Mrs. Terry’s front
door. He looked around. Mrs. Terry’s house looked like it was situated
in the middle of a forest. The way the driveway snaked through the
trees, he couldn’t even see the road from where he was. He couldn’t see
his sisters or classmates either, but he knew they were out there
somewhere watching.
He raised his hand and rapped on the
door. As he waited for a response, he briefly hoped his teacher wasn’t
home. But no… Patricia would punish him for that absence. He heard feet
padding up to the door, then it opened.
Mrs. Terry looked at
him quizzically. “Tommy. What are you doing here? And why aren’t you
wearing a shirt? I know you’re a boy, but it’s still inappropriate to
run around outdoors with half your body bared. Unless you’re at the
pool.”
Her gaze travelled down to his sodden jeans. “Did you
FALL in the pool?” Her nose wrinkled. “Wait… No… What on earth? I can
smell it. That’s urine.”
Tommy’s face reddened. This was
awful. “I… I… I was taking a walk. When I got to that clump of trees
near your house… three boys… about my age or a little older… jumped out
and grabbed me.” Tommy burst into tears. The horrible things his
sisters had forced him to do that morning were suddenly beyond
containment. He sobbed out the rest of his story to the startled
teacher. The story was false, but the emotion was quite real.
“They pulled me behind the trees. They said they were from the other
school across town. And they were looking for kids from my school to
mess with. I don’t know why. There’s always some kind of school rivalry
going on.” Tommy stopped and got his sobbing under control.
“They said they were going to strip me. Like naked. And take my
clothes, leaving me like that. I tried to get away, but they pulled my
t-shirt off. Then they got me on the ground and got my shoes and socks
off. Then… well…”
Mrs. Terry prompted, “Go on, Tommy.”
“Well… I had to… pee… really bad.” Telling his teacher that proved
harder than he would’ve suspected. But it would only get worse. “I had
been heading back home to… do it… when they jumped me. And with all
that struggling… well…” He dropped his voice down really low. “I
couldn’t hold it. I wet my pants.” Another sob. “I don’t do that… you
know… often. I mean, at all. I don’t do it at all. But I couldn’t hold
it. I was laying there on the ground and just… peed.”
Mrs.
Terry was looking quite bemused. “Wait. I thought you were just sweaty.
But that’s urine all over you. How could you get it everywhere like
that?”
Tommy wanted to tell her it was because of his
hellspawn of a sister. After he had explained Plan B to the group
earlier, Patricia had added a few embellishments. To make it more
convincing, she made Tommy undress again, then squeeze out his soggy
underpants all over himself. GROSS. All the girls were making disgusted
faces and laughing uncontrollably while he did it.
Tommy
continued his tale. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. After I… wet
myself… the boys all stood over me laughing. Then one of them said I
had missed a few spots. He took his… thing out… You know what I mean by
‘thing’?”
“Yes, Tommy. I know what a boy’s thing is. Although
the proper term is ‘penis’. Can you say penis?” She waited. Apparently,
even in the most bizarre circumstances, Mrs. Terry couldn’t leave the
classroom behind.
Tommy mumbled, “Penis.”
“Good. Now continue.”
“Well… he started peeing on me. Then the other two pulled out their th…
penises… and peed on me, too. They peed a lot.” Tommy paused. “Should I
be saying ‘urinated’?”
“We’ll just stick with ‘peed’.”
“Anyway, once they finished, they laughed at me more and made fun of
me. Then one of them said they couldn’t strip the rest of my clothes
off now that I was covered in pee. So they took off down the street,
taking my shirt and shoes with them. So now I don’t know what to do. I
can’t go home like this. People will see me. And I stink.” He looked up
at his teacher miserably.
“Ok, Tommy. First we’ll call your mother. Then the police. Those hooligans can’t get away with this.”
“NO!” Tommy practically screamed. “My mom and dad won’t be home for
hours. And you can’t call the cops. Everyone will find out about this.
I’ll be laughed out of town. My life will be hell… I mean heck… it’ll
be awful from now on. You know what kids are like. School will be a
nightmare. Please don’t call the cops. Pleeeeease.” Tommy dropped down
on his knees on Mrs. Terry’s front doorstep. His desperation was real.
If Mrs. Terry involved the police, the result would be the same as if
Patricia and Gail told everyone about the PJ incident.
“Ok,
ok. Get up.” She started to give him a helping hand, but then
remembered what he was covered with. “Yes, children can be incredibly
cruel. But we need to let your parents know what happened to you.”
“NO… I wasn’t supposed to be this far from home. I’m supposed to stay
in my own neighborhood. I promise I’ll never do it again if you just
won’t tell my mom and dad. Please.” Tommy thought on how he was
pleading like this a lot the last few weeks. With his sisters, it did
no good. It actually encouraged them into even more sadistic behavior…
just so they could hear him plead even more. But Mrs. Terry looked like
she was considering his appeal.
“Ok. But remember… you made a
promise. And we don’t break promises. And now you know that bad things
can happen when you disobey your parents.” She paused. “Now, what are
we going to do with you?”
Tommy knew what Patricia and her gang of demons wanted to happen. And with Mrs. Terry’s next words, they got their wish.
“I’m afraid your embarrassments aren’t over for the day, Tommy. You
can’t come in the house in those wet things. They’re going to have to
come off. Everything.” She really did look apologetic.
“Everything?” Tommy asked. He couldn’t keep the whine out of his voice.
He knew this was going to happen. In fact, he NEEDED it to happen so
Patricia wouldn’t punish him in front of Sandy and Carla. But the
reality of having to strip naked in front of his teacher was starting
to set in.
“Yes, everything. Don’t worry. No one can see you from the road.”
“But, YOU”LL see me.”
“I’m sorry. It can’t be helped. But… do you know what ‘in loco parentis’ means?”
“My parents are crazy?”
Mrs. Terry laughed. “No. It means ‘in the place of a parent’. As a
teacher, I have the duties of your parents when they’re not around. So
it’ll be like one of your parents seeing you. Your parents have seen
you naked, right?”
That was an embarrassing question to answer. “Yes,” Tommy admitted.
“There. This will be the same.”
It really wasn’t, and Tommy was sure Mrs. Terry knew that. But she was
trying to make it less awkward for him, and he appreciated the effort.
“Now?” he asked.
“No time like the present,” she answered.
As often as he had to bare his body lately, it seemed like it would
become easier. But it didn’t work like that. Tommy sighed. He’d been
doing a lot of that lately, too. He unbuttoned and unzipped. then
couldn’t go any further. This was his TEACHER.
“Come on, Tommy. If it makes it easier, it’s an order. Just like telling you to answer a question in class.”
“I don’t have to take my clothes off to answer a question,” Tommy
sulked. But he pulled his pants down and staggered around getting them
off his feet. He left them on the ground. All that remained was his
underpants. He took a deep breath, then slid them down. They came off
his feet easier, but straightening up so Mrs. Terry got her first look
at him entirely naked proved more difficult. He managed though, and
stood before her with his hands over his private parts. He knew
everything had been visible before he managed to cover up. His teacher
had now seen his ‘penis’. And his ‘scrotum’. See? He knew the proper
term for that one, too.
“Well,” Mrs. Terry said. “Ok, then.”
She was obviously uncomfortable. It probably wasn’t every day she had a
naked boy on her doorstep. “Now… oh wait. I’m not thinking. Wait here.
I’ll be right back.” She disappeared into the house.
He looked
around the yard again to see if he could locate the girls. There. A bit
of movement off to the right between a tree and a large bush. And on
the other side of the tree by another bush. They were watching. Even
though all four girls had seen everything he had, and from just inches
away at that, he still felt vulnerable and exposed to be spied on like
that.
Mrs. Terry returned. She was carrying what looked like
an old, bedraggled pair of fuzzy pink slippers. “I’ve been meaning to
throw these out.” When she saw Tommy’s confused expression, she
explained, “You probably have pee on the soles of your feet. Can’t have
you tracking that into the house. Put these on.” She held them out.
Tommy looked at them in horror. “They’re pink,” he cried. “They’re all girlie.”
Mrs. Terry said in exasperation, “I’m the only one who’ll see your wearing them. And I’m not likely to mistake you for a girl.”
Tommy flinched at the implication of that statement, then looked down
to where his hands weren’t entirely successful in covering his boy
parts. He adjusted them. To his further horror, he let out another sob.
“Oh my goodness. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so sorry, Tommy.” She
reached out a comforting hand, then drew it back. “We need to get you
cleaned up. And your clothes, too. Pick them up and follow me. Make
sure they don’t drip.”
Tommy bent down to get his clothes.
They were on the ground to his left. He had to twist a bit, then reach
for them with both hands. He realized belatedly this revealed his front
to Mrs. Terry. She now had a free, unfettered view of him, not just a
quick glimpse like before. Everything was hanging there right in front
of her. He knew it was going to happen sooner or later. He would’ve
preferred later. Or not at all, as long as he was wishing.
Mrs. Terry said, “Wait. Stop. I just thought of something. We need to
make sure you’re not dripping, either. I’m afraid I’m going to have to
inspect you a little closer. Leave the clothes for a moment.”
Tommy straightened up and returned his hands to shield duty.
Mrs Terry stepped closer. “You’re really wet. It’s in your hair, too.
You poor boy. Those delinquents got you everywhere.” She leaned to the
left, then the right, examining his torso. “But I don’t see any drops
running down. Hold your arms out.” Tommy looked up at her in despair.
“Yes, I know,” she said. “But I’ve already seen it.” He sighed and
lifted his arms out to his sides.
“Your arms and hands look
ok.” When he started to lower them, she said, “Keep them out.” She
squatted down to inspect him from the waist down. This put her face
right in front of his crotch. “I know. This is very rude of me. But I
have carpeting, and I don’t want it absorbing any urine. Your genitals
are ok.” She paused for a moment. “What I mean is, they’re not
dripping… not that they’re ok for genitals. And I’m not saying they’re
NOT ok for genitals. Oh my. I need to shut up.”
Now Tommy
was wondering if they WERE ok for genitals. His sisters kept telling
him how small he was in that department. But they would say that even
if he wasn’t, just to further humiliate him.
“Legs are ok.” Mrs. Terry had recovered her composure. “Go ahead and turn around.”
Oh, God. Now his bottom would be right in front of her face. His
teacher wasn’t just seeing him naked all over. She doing so from a very
intimate distance. Tommy turned.
“Everything looks ok. I think
the sun has dried up most of it. You can retrieve your clothes now. AND
put on the slippers, girlie as they may be.”
Behind their
barrier of bushes, the four girls were watching the scene play out
perfectly. When Tommy had to undress in front of Mrs. Terry, they all
almost squealed in delight. And when she inspected him all over, from
only inches away, Carla had to bite down on one of her fingers to quell
an ecstatic scream. She and Sandy exchanged blissful smiles. Mrs.
Terry’s class was going to be SO uncomfortable from now on for poor
Tommy.
Patricia was having an almost sexual surge of pleasure
watching her little brother suffering through such a humiliating
ordeal. She had felt a lesser variation of this when she and Gail had
the boy alone. But she wanted more. That’s when the plan involving
Tommy’s teacher came to her. That, coupled with Gail’s idea of bringing
in Tommy’s classmates, had provided what all their previous torments
had lacked. The gratification was so much more extreme when they
exposed Tommy to other people. People he knew. People he would see
every day.
Patricia wondered how many more people she could
make Tommy degrade himself in front of before he called it quits and
told her to just go ahead and tell everyone about his goddamned wet
pajamas. She’d have to be careful and not push too hard.
And
if the day came when he said he’d had enough, not only would she get to
watch him endure the endless ridicule at school, she also had one more
line of attack. She’d turn him over to the Society. They could do what
they wanted to him… just as long as she got to watch.
Inside
the house, Mrs. Terry led Tommy to the laundry room in the back. He
stood by, awkwardly holding his wet and smelly clothing while she
prepared the washer. When it was ready, she directed him to put his
clothes in. He was once again left with nothing but his hands to cover
himself with.
“Now for your bath. You’re going to need quite
a scrubbing to get the smell of urine off of you.” She held up a hand.
“And before you tell me you can do it yourself… First, boys aren’t
known for their lengthy baths. At least not boys your age. Older ones
tend to take their time, but not for reasons of cleanliness.” Tommy had
no idea what she was talking about. “Second, those boys urinated on you
everywhere. Even down your back. You’ll never be able to get all that
off yourself.”
Tommy ducked his head and asked, “Mrs. Terry?”
“Yes, Tommy?”
“I… I’d never ask this normally. I’d never even think of asking. But
today hasn’t been a normal day. And… well… I was just wondering… ARE
they ok… for genitals? Please don’t get mad at me for asking. I just
don’t know who else to ask. And you’ve already seen me… down there.” He
moved his hands to his sides and waited, biting his bottom lip.
“Ah… yes.” Mrs. Terry amazingly didn’t explode in a ball of flaming
rage or call him a pervert for asking such a thing. “I’m sorry. I
didn’t mean to set your mind down that particular path. But I guess it
was inevitable under the circumstances.” She sat down on a chair next
to the washer, then looked directly at him… at him down there. “Lots of
boys are unsure about themselves in that regard. Most of them, I’d
imagine. You’re a little young for that kind of insecurity, but maybe
you’re starting puberty early. It’s not unheard of at your age.”
Tommy wasn’t following everything she said. He was just waiting for a yes or no.
“When I look at you, I see a normal, healthy ten year old boy. So… yes, they’re ok for genitals.”
Tommy let out the breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding.
Mrs. Terry started to stand up. “Wait,” Tommy said. “Since you didn’t
get mad at me about the last question… well, I have another. This one
is even more… more something. It’s about boys, too.”
Mrs. Terry waited, then finally prompted him. “And the question is…?”
“Well… sometimes it… you know what it is… I’m talking about my
‘penis’…” He said the word with a slight emphasis that made Mrs. Terry
smile. “Sometimes it… gets hard and sticks up.” Tommy cringed. “Is
that… normal? I asked my dad and he won’t tell me.”
“Typical,”
Mrs. Terry muttered. “Yes, Tommy, it’s normal. And if you’ll just
follow me to the bathroom, I’ll tell you all about boys, and a little
about girls, while I give you a much needed scrubbing.”
Outside, the girls were becoming very impatient. They had circled the
house five times, looking through every window from as close as they
dared, and hadn’t yet caught sight of either Tommy or Mrs. Terry.
Patricia decided to stake out the bathroom window. They’d have to show
up there eventually. Tommy needed a bath.
Sure enough, a few
minutes later Mrs. Terry led the naked boy into the bathroom. They
talked while she prepared a bath. The girls couldn’t hear what was
said. Tommy climbed in and Mrs. Terry proceeded to give him a very
thorough washing using a scrub brush. Sometimes he’d stand in the tub
so she could reach all of his areas. They continued talking the whole
time.
Something was very, very wrong. Tommy wasn’t acting
embarrassed at all. He would even smile occasionally. He laughed
outright a few times. Mrs. Terry would laugh along with him. Sometimes
their discussions seem to steer into more serious subjects. Mrs. Terry
would talk at length. Tommy would nod his head gravely as he listened.
Tommy also spoke at length, and his teacher listened intently.
Once he was deemed sufficiently clean, Mrs. Terry wrapped the boy in a
big towel and hustled him into the living room. The girls crept around
the house to the living room window. Mrs. Terry made tea for herself
and gave Tommy a soda. They talked more. Patricia realized they were
waiting for his jeans and underpants to finish washing and drying.
After a while, Tommy got up and left the room. Mrs. Terry startled
Patricia by walking in the opposite direction… out through the front
door. She was even more startled when the teacher called her by name.
“Patricia, come on out. I know you’re there. Probably behind some bush
near the living room window.”
The girls all looked at each other in shock. What had that little rat Tommy done? He was going to PAY. And pay dearly.
“Come on, Patricia. I just want to talk. I’ve had a long conversation
with your brother. I told him some things. He told ME some things. I’d
like to speak to you, too. Bring your sister Gail. And Sandy and Carla.”
It was obvious Tommy had given them all up. Patricia told the others, “Come on. We need to find out what he told her.”
When the girls were all assembled sheepishly in front of her, Mrs.
Terry said, “I thought it would be nice to tell you a little bit about
myself. I don’t normally speak of these things, but today is a special
day.”
She cleared her throat, as she sometimes did before
giving a lecture in class. “I wasn’t born here, as you’ve probably
deduced from my accent. I was born and grew up in France. I was there
during the war. That’s World War II, years before Korea or this new
Vietnam situation, which looks like it will soon take the lives of many
young American boys.”
She looked at Patricia. “Boys like your brother.” Patricia looked away.
“I had a husband and a son. I watched the Nazis execute them both. They
made sure I saw them do it. They made sure I lived on with that memory
stuck in my head like a knife in my heart. That was their mistake. I
joined the Resistance. I killed many Germans. I killed many of my own
countrymen who sided with the Germans. I did whatever needed to be
done.”
The girls were shuffling their feet and looking at each
other with uncertain eyes. The day had veered off into a strange and
disturbing direction.
“After the war, I came to the United
States. I eventually remarried. He was a wonderful man. I had thought I
would never find love again, and he proved me wrong. Then the cancer
came. He suffered through many long months. When the time came that we
knew for sure there was no hope, he suddenly died. The doctors told me
it was a blessing. As I said… I do whatever needs to be done. Remember
that if think of making any more trouble for Tommy… or me.
“I
wouldn’t want you to think I’m threatening you. I would never threaten
children. I’m just telling you what kind of person I am. And I’m
telling you that Tommy has endured enough. He’s a nice boy. He reminds
me of my son in many ways. He deserves to be happy.”
Mrs.
Terry walked up to Patricia and Gail, ignoring the other girls now. The
sisters staggered back a step, frightened. “It’s probably too late for
you and your brother to salvage a good relationship. But you can still
try. There’s something dark and deadly just over the horizon. I know
the signs. Many boys like Tommy will leave and never return. Or return
forever changed. Tommy might be one of them. Cherish what you have
while you have it.”
Mrs. Terry turned and walked towards the
house. She called over her shoulder, “Tommy should be dressed by now.
I’m going to give him a ride home. Then I’m going shopping for some
curtains.”