Luca and the Handywomen

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2024 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

[8,284 words]

It’s 1971. Luca is a very arrogant thirteen-year-old boy. He just KNOWS he’s better than everyone around him. But he’s about to meet the female workers remodeling his house who don’t take crap from anyone, certainly not a snotty little pup like HIM. Luca is going to wish he’d shown more respect, but by the time he realizes this, it’s far too late.



Luca and the Handywomen

by PatrickNaked



My name is Rose, but years ago in high school one of my friends told me I coincidentally looked like Rosie the Riveter. To which I said, “Who?” It almost sounded like a porn name to me. My friend showed me an image in an encyclopedia of an old World War II poster. I was stunned. Rosie was magnificent. She looked totally badass, glaring at the viewer with a no-nonsense, I’ll-kick-your-ass look in her eye. She was flexing her bicep in a very unladylike way. I was all the more blown away because this image of a powerful woman was from the 1940s. The age of the dinosaurs!

And I had to agree, I had a striking resemblance to Rosie. I even regularly wore a bandana around my hair like she did. From that moment on, I changed my name from Rose to Rosie. Anyone who didn’t get with the new program was strongly encouraged to rethink their position. Anyone who slipped up and accidentally called me by my old name got a stern reminder. HOW stern depended on how often they did it. And as for a few of the boys who made fun of my new name… well, I have big biceps, too. Sometimes it took more than a beating. After a couple of them found themselves in the middle of a crowded schoolyard separated from their pants and underwear, they all began to appreciate my new moniker. If one of these boys amended his evil ways on the spot, I let him have his clothes back. He’d have to tearfully pull them back on in front of of the jeering crowd. If he was unrepentant, I took his t-shirt and shoes, too, leaving him naked except for his socks. That actually only had to happen a few times, sorry to say.

It wasn’t like I hated boys. I just didn’t take any crap from anyone, and boys were the ones most likely to try and dish it out. Some girls did, too, of course. And I dealt with them accordingly. I never publicly stripped a girl, but there were other ways to humiliate one enough she never messed with me again more than once or twice.

There were other things I did to boys, but I was young and wild back then. I’d never do anything like that today. At least, so I thought.

My school days are well over a decade ago. I’m a little more mellow now because I HAVE to be. I live in the same small town, and I have to make a living here. I can’t afford to piss off too many people. That’s not to say I’ll take a bunch of crap. I just have to be more subtle in how I straighten people out. Unless it’s in a bar. Then I just use my fists.

I have a business I rather unoriginally named Rosie the Handywoman. It doesn’t sound nearly as impressive as Rosie the Riveter, but I don’t do any riveting. That’s about all I don’t do though. I do plumbing, carpentry, electrical work, fencing, just about anything that needs doing around the house. I have an assistant, Evelyn. She has blonde hair in a crewcut and LOTS of tattoos. She’s bigger than me, and it’s all muscle. Also unlike me, she DOES hate men. Big time. I have to keep reminding her to reign it in, at least during working hours. Can’t have her beating up some arrogant husband. Bad for business. It was hard enough to get people to accept a female in my profession in those unenlightened days of 1971. To be honest, my business was always just barely scraping by. I suppose I could’ve tried a different line of work, but I like what I do.

The summer this event occurred, my sister and her husband were taking a month long vacation in Europe. I was keeping their daughter, my niece, while they were gone. Julia was fourteen years old at the time. She’s a cool kid. A brunette like me, but much longer hair, and way more slender than I ever was.

I’d been taking her out on the job with Evelyn and me, showing her the trade. It’s not that she’d ever be a handywoman. She’s super smart. I think she’ll be a scientist or something like that. But she was interested in what I do, and she’s fun to have around.

One morning I told her we were going to a house owned by Marsha Sayers for some extensive remodeling. Julia’s eyes lit up. “That’s Luca’s mom.”

“Ohhhh,” I said. “You have a thing for this Luca?”

Too quickly, she said, “Noooooo. Yuck. We’re not even friends. He’s cute and all. Actually, REALLY cute. But he’s really stuck up. He’s smart, but he thinks he’s smarter than me. He’s not, but he refuses to admit it. Sometimes he’s ok, but usually not so much. We’ll be having a nice conversation, then he’ll get all arrogant and pompous, so I’ll tell him to go to hell. After a few day, we do it all over again. Anyway, he’s not even fourteen yet. He’s just a little thirteen year old.”

I teased her about having a crush on the boy. When she started to get angry, I let up. But it was obvious to me she liked him, even if she didn’t know it herself.

When Marsha let us in the front door, she told me, “I’m leaving for work. I’ll be out till around five this afternoon. I was just waiting to let you in. My son Luca is upstairs in his bedroom. Since it’s summer, he’ll probably sleep till noon. If he gets in your way after he wakes up, just tell him you have my permission to swat him on his little butt. That should make him behave. If it doesn’t… well, use your own judgment. Between you and me, he could use a swat or two. Or a whole series of them, if you get my meaning. He’s way too big for his britches.”

Marsha leaned in and said conspiratorially, “Between you and me, you may not even see him. After he wakes up, he still stays in his room forever doing… well, what boys do. He thinks I don’t know, but he’s not very good at hiding the evidence. And he does it every single day. You wouldn’t think a small boy like him could hold so much stuff. I think I’d rather go back to changing diapers than having to watch out for sticky socks, t-shirts and whatever else he finds to clean up with. And don’t even get me started on his sheets.”

This got a huge laugh out of Julia. Her eyes were wide with astonished glee. Marsha suddenly looked startled. Apparently, Julia had been hidden behind Evelyn, and Marsha hadn’t known she was there until that moment.

Marsha said, “Well, this is awkward. You’re Julia, aren’t you? Luca says you’re the prettiest girl in school.”

Now Julia looked startled, but quickly recovered. “I bet that isn’t ALL he says about me.”

“He does say you’re ALMOST as smart as HIM. But you’ll never be AS smart. I love my son, but he certainly has an inflated ego.” She turned to leave, but stopped. “Please don’t repeat what I said about… what he does in his room. I thought I was just talking to other adults.”

Julia assured her it would remain a secret.

Marsha told me, “Don’t take any lip from him. Again, use your own judgment on what to do to keep him in line. And do me a favor and tell him I said to take a shower when he gets up. Whenever school is out, he won’t do it on his own.”

After Marsha left, Julia turned to Evelyn and me with delight in her eyes again. “Oh, my GOD. Can you believe it? I’ll keep my word to Mrs. Sayers as far as other kids are concerned… except maybe Marianne… and Cathy… they’re my best friends after all… but there’s no way I’m not going to lord this over Luca. Every time he makes some snooty remark to me, I’ll just mention I know what he does in his bed. And I’m not talking about sleeping.”

Evelyn helpfully suggested, “Mention what a sticky mess he always makes, too. That’ll really make his face burn.” Evelyn seemed to enjoy knowing these intimate details about the boy’s messy masterbation habits even more than Julia. Her animosity wasn’t just towards men. It was for males of all ages. Even barely pubescent boys weren’t spared.

By nine that morning, we’d gotten a lot done. There was still much more to do, though. I’d already told Marsha this was a four or five day job. We were working in the upstairs bathroom. We had to install a new faucet and other hardware in the bathtub, then a whole new sink and toilet. Evelyn and I were working on the tub. Julia was mostly just handing us whatever tools we needed.

We were discussing what room to do next when we were interrupted by a wordless scream. “Ahhhhhhhhhh.”

All three of us looked up to see a boy standing in the open doorway of the bathroom. He had slightly curly brown hair and wasn’t very tall. He was skinny, like boys that age are. He had a cute face, but at the moment it was contorted with pure horror. He was also completely, totally, absolutely naked. Head to toe and everything in between.

This had to be Luca. ALL of Luca. The four of us… the three females and one extremely naked male… were frozen in shock. We could’ve all been posing for a painting. A rather risqué painting considering all the bare skin on display. I couldn’t help but use that time to see what the boy had. That sounds creepy, but it wasn’t like I sought out a thirteen year old to leer at. He’d burst in on US. Aside from only having some peach fuzz where his little curly bush would be some day, he wasn’t embarrassingly deficient. He was ok for his age. I’d seen quite a few young wieners back when I was young myself. He was average, or maybe even a little above.

Thinking about that age, I suddenly wondered how Julia was taking this unexpected development. I turned to look across the bathroom to where she was perched on the toilet lid, holding a wrench I’d asked for. Her mouth and eyes were open wider than seemed possible. She was making a series of little sounds that mirrored Luca’s exclamation. “Ah… ah… ah… ah…” As I watched, she stood up and slowly raised her arm to point directly at Luca. At Luca’s penis, to be more specific. “Ah… ah… ah…”

Luca let out another shriek. This time there were words to it. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Then he noticed my niece. “Julia. What are YOU doing here?”

When he belated remembered how much of him was on display, he looked down at himself and seemed frozen in horror again. With all his temporary bouts of paralysis, it seemed like we got five full minutes of viewing time. He finally threw both hands over his crotch, but his accuracy was off. He probably didn’t have to perform that particular move very often. His hands came up from below, managing to cover his scrotum but not his penis. It flopped over the top of one hand and lay there still exposed. He obviously was unaware it was still peeking at us with its single eye.

I took pity on him and said, “Um… Luca? You’re not completely covered there.”

He looked down again. And shrieked again. Then he moved his hands outward a bit so his penis could drop down inside their minimal protection. He looked at me in outrage. “This is an invasion of my privacy. Get out, you… you… blue collar bitches.”

Julia hadn’t been kidding. This kid was a little snot. Even worse, he wasn’t just conceited and arrogant. This was more than a superiority complex. He was a class conscious bigot. Which was ironic since he wasn’t royalty. He was just a standard middle-class kid. He really needed to be taken down a few notches.

I’d been sympathetic to his plight, but not anymore. When Evelyn heard the blue collar bitches insult, she let out a low, guttural growl. She started to rise, but I cautioned her. “He’s a brat, but’s he’s a thirteen-year-old brat. Just a kid. So, don’t crush his testicles.”

Evelyn gave me an pained look. “Can I at least squeeze them till they ALMOST pop?”

“No squeezing at all.” To Luca, I said, “Why are you running around the house naked? Does your mother know you do that?”

Luca looked flustered. I could tell he didn’t like having to explain himself in his own house. Especially when it came to something as embarrassing as being discovered stark naked by three females, one of whom he went to school with. And two who were blue collar bitches. He was also starting to do a little dance step where he stood. I could tell he needed to urinate badly.

He gave in and answered my question. I was an adult after all, and therefore an authority figure. Even if I WAS so far below his imperial status. “I knew Mom wasn’t here. I was alone, or thought I was, so it didn’t matter if I went to the bathroom without any clothes on.” That seemed to remind him of something. “Oh, yeah. I… I need to go really bad. I have to pee.”

He’d been blushing before. That statement made his face turn a furious red.

Julia and Evelyn both laughed. Luca glared at them hatefully.

I wasn’t finished with the fact that he was naked. “Why were you naked in the first place? Do you sleep like that? I’ll bet your mother doesn’t know about that.”

He brought his knees together to try and hold in the increasing pressure in his bladder. I’m sure if he didn’t need to pee so badly, he would’ve refused to respond to my impertinent questions. But the three of us stood between him and the much needed toilet. “I… I… I sleep in my underwear. I just took them off in bed when I woke up. Sometimes I do that. It… it feels good.”

Julia giggled. Not only had she learned a lot of private info about her arch rival from his mother, she’d also seen him completely naked. Now she was getting to witness him having to make some very embarrassing admissions himself.

I asked him, “When you say ‘it feels good,’ do you mean you MAKE it feel good?”

Luca looked like he wanted to run, but not only would he look even more foolish than he already did, he still had to pee. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said in a haughty tone of voice.

I told him, “We may not be as smart as you, Luca… I mean, who IS?… but we’re not stupid. We all know what boys do to make it feel good. Even Julia, a girl, knows THAT.”

Luca looked almost overwhelmed with embarrassment. His face turned redder still. He glanced over at Julia, as if trying to determine if she really knew that boys masterbated. If he thought that wasn’t common knowledge, he really wasn’t as smart as he gave himself credit for.

I decided to dig the knife in a little further. “So, Luca, were you masterbating?”

His mouth dropped open so far he was in danger of dislocating his jaw. “How DARE you ask me such a thing. And in front of… of…”

“Me?” asked Julia sweetly.

Luca gathered himself up, trying to look big and intimidating. This was a lost cause for such a puny little kid. Especially a totally naked one who was desperately clutching his crotch. He put on his best authoritarian voice. “You need to LEAVE. NOW.”

Then he looked panicky and clutched himself tighter. The physical effort he’d put into that dictatorial command had cost him. His voice changed to that of a desperate little boy. “I have to go. Like right now. I can’t hold it anymore.”

A thin trickle of fluid ran from between his fingers. He let out a long, wordless keening sound.

I actually felt sorry for him. It would be devastating for even a boy who wasn’t such a conceited little snot to lose control like that in front of witnesses. But I couldn’t give in to mushy sympathies. This kid needed to be brought down.

I told him, “We have a lot to do today, and don’t have time to stop. You’ll have to use the toilet while we work. Everyone, move out of his way. He’s making a mess.”

Even though he was clutching himself so hard it had to hurt, and more pee was escaping between his fingers, he couldn’t bear the thought of using the toilet in a room full of females, one of them being Julia. He said, “I’ll go downstairs and use Mom’s.”

Julia spoke up, “And leave a trail of pee all the way through the house? Stop being a moron, Luca. Use the toilet.”

Evelyn said, “Can’t use that one anyway. We already disconnected it. This is the only working toilet in the house.”

Luca wailed, “Oh my GOD. But… but…”

We hadn’t disconnected Marsha’s toilet yet. Evelyn was lying. I glanced at her, but didn’t speak up. Luca started to say something else, but a look of unbridled alarm took over his face. Apparently his little dick sphincter completely gave up. Luca rushed over to the toilet, barely getting his penis over the bowl before the trickle became a flood of pee bursting out of him. He looked over his shoulder at us with pure shame.

Julia said, “Look at your thing, not at us. You’ve already got pee everywhere.”

Evelyn stated, “And YOU’RE cleaning it up. We may be blue collar, but we’re not your maids.”

Julia moved in right next to Luca, then leaned over a bit to get a better look. Luca tried to turn away, but couldn’t without sending his stream all over the bathroom floor. Her close scrutiny was too much for him. He screamed, “I’m telling Mom about this.”

Julia asked, “What are you going to tell her? That you barged in on two women and a teenaged girl stark naked? Then peed right in front of them? I don’t think that’s going to work out very well for you. Your mother might even be the one to call the police on you.”

“But… but…” He was still peeing. The boy really DID have to go badly.

Evelyn walked around Luca to peer down at him from the other side. “Males are so vulgar. Women at least sit down to pee discreetly. And we don’t have everything just hanging right out there. It’s obscene. Look at that little fleshy snake and its bag of balls. Ridiculous.”

Julia said, “Wieners DO look funny now that I think about it.”

Luca risked making a mess by looking over at his shoulder at me again. “You’re in charge here, right? Tell them to leave me alone.”

He managed to sound both imperious and plaintive at the same time. Even so, I almost decided to tell Julia and Evelyn to let the kid pee in peace. He’d been a little brat, but he’d had to endure a naked humiliation in return. I was going to call a halt to it. The boy had suffered enough.

But then I remembered what I was like when I was Julia’s age. How I wouldn’t take any crap from a boy. How I’d teach them that messing with me would result in an escalated retaliation. I’d be a hypocrite if I tried to curtail her own response.

I said, “Don’t look at me, kid. I’m just a BITCH. And I really mean don’t look at me. If you get any more pee on the floor, I may just make you lick it up.”

Evelyn barked out a laugh. Luca sobbed and looked back down to where he was holding his little fleshy snake. I could see his stream of pee was finally starting to taper off. Before it stopped entirely, I thought I might as well get a closer look too. I walked up directly behind Luca, placed my hands on his bare shoulders, and looked down at the source of his gushing river.

Now he was surrounded as he engaged in his formerly private act. Well, actually not so private. Boys didn’t think anything of peeing in front of each other. They did it all the time. They even lined up to see who could pee the farthest. A girlfriend and I had secretly watched five boys do that out in the woods when I was around twelve years old. Unfortunately, we only got to see them from the rear. Not a very good vantage point, except when it came to a boy named Sammy Hill. While the other boys just unzipped and pulled their penises out, Sammy pulled his jeans and underwear down to just below his butt. We got a nice view of his bare bottom. I still felt cheated, so after that, whenever I’d catch a boy out alone in the woods, especially a smaller or younger one, I’d make him pull it out and pee for me. If one of them was foolish enough to try and run away, or worse, fight me, I’d quell the rebellion and then make him do it Sammy style. That way I got to see everything. I got away with that for years. Boys were too embarrassed to tell each other a GIRL had forced them to pee for her.

When I got older and learned what else came out of a boy’s penis, I’d make them do THAT for me in the woods. If he was really cute, or it was bigger than average, I’d take them in hand and pump it out of them myself. There were a few boys I really had the hots for. Whenever I’d catch one of them, I’d make them completely strip to do it. Watching a naked boy jerking himself was such a thrill. A few times I’d have a girlfriend along when we came across a boy. I wasn’t selfish. I’d let them enjoy the show, too.

It was funny. Those same boys would undoubtedly love the experience if they were the ones in charge. But for a girl to take command was so humiliating, many of them would cry openly, further embarrassing themselves. By the time I graduated, I knew what every penis in school looked like. What many of them felt like in my hand, too.

Since I live in the same small town where I grew up, I occasionally run across a man I’d done this to when he was a boy. They still can’t look me in the eye. And coercing them into conversation is so wonderfully awkward for them.

Now it was poor Luca having to endure peeing naked while three females looked on. But he’d brought this onto himself. The younger girl inside me was rejoicing in his downfall.

His stream tapered off into a trickle, then stopped. He started to turn away from the toilet, but Julia said, “I think you’re supposed to shake it.”

He turned his head to look up at me in despair. He was looking to the wrong person. I told him, “We didn’t make the rules. Shake it.”

He dropped his head with another sob, then flicked his penis a couple of times. A few extra drops were flung out. He had to flick it twice more to get the rest. I looked at Julia. Her face was radiant with pure joy. It felt good to help her come out ahead in her rivalry with this boy.

After he flushed the toilet, Evelyn handed him a towel. Luca didn’t have to ask what it was for. Without a word, he got down on his hands and knees and mopped up the mess he’d made. It took two dry towels and one wet one to get the floor sufficiently clean. Then he had to spray it with anti-bacterial spray, then wipe it down again. Having to perform such a menial task, while naked, in front of Julia and the blue collar bitches had to destroy his self-esteem. Maybe beyond repair. We’d stuck a needle in his extremely overinflated ego and watched it burst. Then I made him wash his hands at the sink. I found that I rather liked ordering this kid around.

When he finished, he asked me, “What do I do with the towels?”

“Put them in the hamper. When your mother finds them, you can tell her how you peed on the floor like a little dog that isn’t housebroken.”

While he’d been cleaning the bathroom, he hadn’t been able to cover up. His penis and scrotum had been hanging out openly, flopping around. We had quite of view of him from behind while he was on his hands and knees. Julia had kept repeating, “Look at his balls, Look at his balls.” But now he had his hands clasped in front of him again.

He said in a quiet voice, “I’m going to my room now.” He was defeated. He’d never live this down with Julia. In every future interaction with her, they’d both be remembering this moment. I could let him run along back to his room to nurse his wounds. The damage was done.

But this incident had awakened the younger me, the person I was before I mellowed out and started worrying about making a living and other adult responsibilities. And that person didn’t want to go back where I’d buried her for all these years just yet.

“Your mother told me to make sure you took your shower. So, hop to it. You don’t even have to undress for it.”

“I’ll do it later. I… I don’t want to get in your way while you work.” He was SO polite now.

I told him, “That’s not a problem. We’re through with the tub. We’re going to do the toilet now. The one you just used.”

He flinched. This was going to be a painful memory for him for the rest of his life. Just like the men who couldn’t look at me for the shame they’d experienced out in the woods years ago.

“I made a promise to your mother. She said you’d run around dirty and smelly if you weren’t forced to take a shower.”

That managed to get a rise out of him. “I don’t run around… smelly. That’s so low class.”

It looked like we hadn’t worked all the elitist arrogance out of him.

While he was talking… and digging himself in deeper… Julia wandered around behind him in order to observe his bottom more since the front view was obscured by his clasped hands. When he realized what she was doing, he twisted around to hide his butt. He quickly realized this just exposed it to the others in the room. He left one hand in front cupping himself and moved one hand behind him to cover his butt crack.

“Please let me go to my room. I’m so embarrassed. This is terrible.”

Evelyn asked, “What’s terrible? For some low class blue collar bitches to see Mr. High and Mighty in his birthday suit?”

Luca hastily said, “I didn’t mean all that stuff. I was just upset. Sometimes my mouth gets away from me. I say things. I don’t know why I do it.”

Julia caught him by surprise by pulling his hand away from his butt to get a closer look.

Luca yelled, “Stop that.” He tried to pull his hand back, but she held it firm. I was impressed. Julia was a lot like me at that age.

Evelyn said, “Still giving orders, Mr. Lord of the Mansion? You don’t seem all that contrite.”

“But she… she… “

I clapped my hands. “Enough chatter. Evelyn, you start on that toilet. And YOU, kid, get in the shower. And do a good job of it. I’ll be watching.”

Luca was still trying to pull his hand out of Julia’s grasp, getting more and more angry and frustrated. The effort was making him unconsciously drop his other hand, exposing his genitals to the room. At the same time he was responding to me with, “You can’t tell me what to do. This is MY house. YOU’RE just the paid help.”

Oops. This kid was his own worst enemy.

He instantly screamed, “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

I told him, “You better learn to control that mouth. One day it’s going to talk you into a beatdown. Then you won’t be so pretty anymore.”

That seemed to offend him more than anything else. “I’m not PRETTY. I’m a boy. Boys aren’t pretty.”

Evelyn remarked, “Oh, you’re a pretty one, if only in looks. If I hadn’t seen that wiener hanging between your legs, I would’ve thought you were a girl.”

As Luca started to respond, I ordered him to shut up. He immediately stopped talking, to my intense satisfaction.

I told him, “As for telling you to take a shower, your mother gave me the authority. She deputized me as the Shower Police. I WAS just going to make sure you got in and did at least a half-ass job. But now I’m going to closely supervise you to make sure you wash everything. And I mean everything.”

Julia managed to ensnare Luca’s other hand. Now that she had both of his wrists in her grip, she held them up way over his head. He struggled and made inarticulate noises, but was clearly no physical match for her. The little twerp a wuss. He needed to hit the gym. All the activity was making his penis and scrotum flop around in a very lewd manner. Julia was looking straight down at them with a malicious smile on her face. Evelyn was watching with a smile that was absolutely evil.

Suddenly, Luca gave up. He stopped fighting and just stood there, half-supported by Julia. Tears coursed down his cheeks. Julia was unmoved by his crying. She looked him up and down again and said, “Your body is entirely hairless. Don’t most boys your age have at least SOMETHING?”

I knew a lot of boys didn’t, but I wasn’t about to correct her.

Luca roused enough to exclaim in his defense, “I’ve got peach fuzz.”

That got a laugh out of all of us. He grimaced, knowing how foolish he’d sounded.

Julia said, “Yes, a little bit. But that’s not exactly hair, is it? It’s pre-hair.”

I told him, “Ok, I’m going to tell Julia to release you, but you’re going to keep your hands up over your head like that. If you drop them and try to cover up… well, I also have your mother’s permission to swat you on your bottom. Many times if I have to. And do you know what many swats to the bottom is called?”

Luca hung his head and mumbled something.

“What was that? Speak up.”

“A spanking.” This wasn’t much louder, but I let him get by with it. I nodded to Julia, who reluctantly released Luca’s wrists. She’d been enjoying having physical control over her nemesis.

Luca started to drop his hands, but stopped himself just in time. He looked at me fearfully, wondering if that lapse had been enough for a spanking. When I didn’t respond, he looked relieved. He held his hands up as far as they would go.

I said, “I’m going to conduct an extensive pre-bath inspection. I want to see what kind of slothfulness your mother has been having to deal with. She made it sound like you have the hygiene of a homeless person.”

Luca’s head snapped up with a look of outrage on his face. I knew that one would really get to him.

As I had hoped, his mouth worked against his best interests. Before he could stop it, it said in a rather condescending tone, “Slothfulness. That’s a big word for a…” He stopped, looking alarmed at his own stupidity.

“For a what?” I asked. “For a low class, paid help, blue collar bitch?”

“I… I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to. I’m about to start the inspection. My assistants will help me. If you try to cover up, I’ll let Evelyn do the spanking. Believe me, you don’t want THAT.”

By an unspoken agreement, Evelyn, Julia and I started slowly circling the boy, inspecting him from every angle. He’d been naked in our presence for quite a while and was obviously humiliated by his exposure, but this almost clinical examination of his body had a different effect on him. His nudity was under a microscope. He clenched his eyes shut and began to visibly shake.

I signaled a stop, then leaned in so close my cheek brushed Luca’s own. I sniffed his neck, making sure the sound was loud enough he’d know I was smelling him. His eyes flew open. The look of horror returned. No one likes someone to smell them up close like that. It’s far too personal. I was committing a major violation of his personal space, and I was only just beginning. I switched to the other side of his face and sniffed again.

Luca made a little whining sound, then asked, “Ummm… you’re not going to do that everywhere, are you?”

“I told you I was going to assess your state of cleanliness. That involves sight as well as smell.”

He moaned miserably. I leaned down further and smelled one of his armpits. It wasn’t bad, but then, I’d been exaggerating what his mother said about his bathing habits. I wasn’t going to let him know he’d passed the smell test. So I wrinkled my nose and said, “Hmmmm…”

“Oh, man.”

Evelyn and Julia followed my example and started smelling the boy all over. Like me, they made sure to be so close he could feel their faces brushing against him all the way down his body. When we reached his crotch and butt, he burst into tears and begged us to stop. We didn’t. We continued down to his feet. Then we switched places so we could each test a new area of his body as we worked our way back up. After switching one last time, we worked head to toe again. When we were through, poor little Luca had been thoroughly sniffed.

He stood there, hands still held high, crying. Making it even worse for him, when Julia had first sniffed his penis and scrotum, her long, silky hair had brushed back and forth over his sensitive organ. It had twitched a few times, then half hardened, causing him to moan in shame. It remained in that state through the rest of the inspection. As we gathered in front of him, he was visibly struggling to keep it from standing all the way up. And he was failing. It bobbed up and down a bit, then stood taller. He was at full erection now.

Evelyn commented, “Looks like the boy REALLY likes being checked out. What a little perv.”

Julia asked, “They call them exhibitionists, don’t they?”

Luca cried, “I’m not an exhibitionist. I’m not liking this at all. Don’t look at it. It just does this sometimes, all on its own. I don’t even have to be thinking about sex. It just gets hard. I can’t help it.”

Evelyn said, “That’s because your boy snake knows what’s inside your head, no matter what you SAY. It reacts accordingly. Don’t deny it. The evidence is sticking out right in front of us.”

I remembered when I was a girl and I’d make the boys undress and do things. Some of them got hard before it was ever touched, even though they were so humiliated they were crying. Just like Evelyn, I taunted them about it mercilessly. I think, though, if they were actually exhibitionists, they wouldn’t have cried. Luca was the same. He was just a hormonal thirteen year old boy. His penis was probably hard twenty hours out of the day. But I wasn’t about to come to his rescue and explain this to the others. Chances are they knew it anyway and were just using his arousal to ridicule him.

Julia commented, “You know, Luca, you’re a first in a lot of ways for me. You were the first boy I absolutely loathed. Now you’re the first boy I’ve seen completely naked. You’re the first boy I’ve seen hard. You’re the first boy over the age of six I’ve seen crying like a baby. Thank you. Really.”

Despite what she said, I knew she didn’t loathe Luca. I think she rather liked him. What I DIDN’T know was if she knew that herself.

I told Luca, “I think my assistants will agree, you’re not RANK, but you’re definitely in need of a good scrubbing. And I don’t think we can leave that to an irresponsible boy who allowed himself to be in that state to begin with.”

While I was speaking, I turned the water on in the bathtub and let it start filling.

Luca watched me, then said, “I… um… I always take showers.”

“We removed the shower curtain and rod to work on the faucet. Your mother has a replacement anyway. I don’t want you splattering water everywhere, so you can’t take a shower. You’ll stand in the tub while I bathe you.”

He looked at me for what seemed like a couple of minutes, then said, “You’ve GOT to be kidding. I’m thirteen. I can bathe myself.” That haughty tone was starting to creep into his voice. It was completely at odds with the way he was standing. I hadn’t told him he could put his arms down, so his hands were still high over his head.

“Don’t talk back to me, Luca. I’m out of patience. Hop in the tub. There’s a good boy.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a CHILD.”

I said, “When you can hold your hands up like that and I can see hair in those armpits, I may decide you’re a young man. But as long as they’re bare, like you are all over, you’re a CHILD. Now do what I said, child.”

His teeth were clenched together. I could tell there were things he wanted to say, probably involving the word bitch, but for once he kept his mouth in check. The boy was learning. Maybe there was hope for him.

“Can I put my hands down?

“Yes, you may.”

Luca stepped over the edge of the tub and stood waiting. He still said nothing, but he was glaring at me with palpable hatred. I got a washrag, dipped it into the water, then rubbed it slowly over his body to get him wet. He tried to shrink away from me when I got to his still hardened penis, but I smacked him lightly on his bottom. He started shaking again. I rubbed his scrotum and went further between his legs, making sure even those out-of-the-way places were wet.

A couple of handfuls of water wetted his hair enough for me to apply some shampoo. I worked it in for a few minutes, vigorously massaging his scalp. He looked like he was enjoying the feeling, which humiliated him even more..

I looked over my shoulder to see Julia and Evelyn watching raptly. Evelyn had that evil grin again. I thought about telling her to get to work on the toilet and sink, but decided it’d be wrong to deny her some vicarious revenge on the male species.

Once his hair was lathered, I took a bar of soap and worked it between my hands till they were both covered in suds. Then I rubbed my hands all over his face, careful to avoid his eyes. As much of a brat as he was, I didn’t want to inflict real pain on him. I lathered his neck and chest, made him raise his hands again so I could do his armpits. I had to keep reapplying soap to my hands. I went further down to his stomach. His upper body in front was all slick and soapy now. I heard Julia behind me say, “Oh my.”

When it was time to soap up his penis and scrotum, he said, “Please… please don’t. I don’t know what’ll happen. Please.”

I knew what would happen, as I suspect he did too. I ignored his plea and wrapped my hand around him, moving it up and down his length. It only took a moment before he cried out, “No. No. Oh no. Wait. Stop.”

I was ready, so I didn’t get squirted on. Luca staggered backwards to the wall behind the tub as the first string of fluid erupted from him. He grabbed himself and jerked the rest out even as he stared at us in horrified humiliation. Some of it landed in the tub, but most went farther onto the newly cleaned bathroom floor.

He slid down the wall into the water, then stared up at me with a look that went way beyond hatred. “You BITCH. I begged you to stop. I BEGGED.”

That was one BITCH too many. I’d given the kid plenty of chances.

“Evelyn. Luca doesn’t like how I bathe him. Would you take over, please.”

“I’d be more than happy to.”

As she stepped by me to the tub where Luca was now cowering in terror, I whispered, “No actual physical damage. Understand?”

“I got it. Don’t worry.”

I had a second thought. “Julia, why don’t you help. You need to learn how to bathe a baby for when you get married and have kids. Oh, and change out the bathwater first. That’s not just soap in there.”

I wiped up Luca’s second spillage on the floor, then started replacing the toilet and sink myself. I’m perfectly capable. While I worked, I listened to the activity going on behind me, the splashing, the boyish cries, the laughter, the admonitions to behave or get a spanking, the sound of the actual spanking, and even more cries.

I had to turn around and watch when I heard Luca saying, “No. Not there. That’s super private.”

Then Evelyn said, “Stop struggling. Julia, hold him still while I check him out. Boys are notorious for poor hygiene there.”

Then Julia saying, “Could you hold him while I look?”

Then Luca screaming, “No. Not her. Please. Not Julia.”

Julia took much longer than was necessary. I know it wasn’t because she enjoyed the sight of a boy’s butthole. But she DID enjoy the boy’s profound humiliation as she looked. And she liked having one more thing to hold over his head in the future. How could he ever be haughty and superior to her again when this moment was in both their minds?

She gave her verdict. “I think it could use some extra special attention.”

Luca screamed, “Noooo. This is too much. I know I’ve been abrasive…”

I couldn’t believe he’d actually used that word.

“… and you have every right to be mad at me. All of you. Especially Julia. But this is too much. You’ve made your point. You’ve humiliated me. I’ll never be able to live this down. So, please, just leave me alone.”

They didn’t. The extra special attention they paid to that super private area included the enema bag we’d found in the bathroom cabinet earlier. It was lucky I’d replaced the toilet before the sink, because Luca needed it four more times before his ordeal was over. My assistants were determined he’d be clean inside and out.

Evelyn and Julia then took turns soaping Luca up all over again. Many times. By the time they were through, he had to be the cleanest boy on the planet. His skin almost glowed. He was also very docile now. He’d wait silently for the next instruction or indignity. He kept his eyes downcast. We’d taken all the arrogance out of him. I just wondered if the change would be permanent. Probably not.

Julia whispered to me, “I guess that’s it. Bath time is over. There’s not much else we can do to him. I mean, we saw him naked. ALL OVER. We saw him have an orgasm. And what could top four enemas and him having to let it all out right in front of us?”

I whispered something in return. I told her some of the other things a girl could do to degrade a boy. Things I haven’t even mentioned here about my younger, wilder days. I couldn’t do them myself now. Luca was a boy and I was an adult woman. But Julia was his age, so it wasn’t so inappropriate. I’m sure Luca would disagree, but his opinion didn’t count.

“Remember, I never said any of that,” I told her. “And I have NO idea what goes on in Luca’s bedroom while Evelyn and I work on the rest of the house.”

“I understand. Do you think… well… would it be ok to invite a couple of my girlfriends over?”

I thought for a moment. “Are they discreet?”

She said, “Don’t worry. They will be. And do you really think Luca is going to tell anyone about today?”

No. No he wouldn’t. He was going to be just like the boys I used to torment. The tiny bit of their pride that was left over after I finished with them wouldn’t allow them to tell the world about the indignities they suffered.

Julia got on the phone and made a couple of calls. About fifteen minutes later, two other girls arrived. After they got over laughing at the sight of the still naked Luca, they dragged him off into his bedroom. While Evelyn and I got back to work, we pretended we couldn’t hear the laughter and cries that came from the other side of his door. For the rest of the day, Luca was given quite a workout.

The next day, I received a phone call from Marsha. When I first heard her voice on the other end, I was a little uneasy. But she quickly praised me for the work we’d done.

“And not only that,” she went on, “You must’ve sat Luca down for a good talking to. And you did wonders. He’s been so quiet. So polite. He’s a completely different boy. At first I thought he was just embarrassed about having an accident on the bathroom floor. He had to admit to it when I found the towels. But it’s more than that.”

I told her it was nothing. He just needed to be shown some authority.

“I know. I’m just not good at that. I’ve always let him walk all over me. But I have a proposition. There’s a lot more I want done to the house. A LOT more. Could you make it a running project for the rest of the summer? I’ll pay your regular rates along with a big bonus.”

I was stunned. This was a windfall. It was going to be much more than a four or five day job. Almost three more months of steady work. I kept my voice calm as I said, “Certainly. I’d be happy to.”

“And if I could impose… well, could you also work on Luca? You did great with him, but he might start to fall back into his old ways. I think three months of counseling, or whatever you did, might make the change permanent.”

This was going to be a good summer. For me, for Evelyn, for Julia and her two friends. And for whoever else Julia decided to bring in for fun and games in the seclusion of Luca’s bedroom. I had a feeling most of the girls in town were going to partake of the experience before summer was through. I almost felt sorry for the boy. Well… I DID feel sorry, just a bit. Just like when I was a girl. But I never let sympathy get in the way of a good time back then. And I’d tell Julia the same thing. And while I was at it, I’d tell her that when girls humiliate a boy in front of other boys, it’s so much more degrading for the victim. It also serves as a warning for those other boys, and the friends they tell about it, to keep in line and be extra courteous to their female classmates. Or THEY might be next. I knew that from experience too.

For Luca, the torment wouldn’t end when the summer did. There was a whole new school year coming. I had a feeling he might continue to be a plaything for the girls and boys alike.

Call ME a blue collar bitch!