An Apple a Day
by Aldric

Copyright 2009 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

Comments may be made to Pietar@spamex.com

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such.

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This is just a relatively short story to let people know I'm still around. I'm enjoying my summer and will get back to writing when the weather turns cold again. But here is a complete story, no waiting a week or more for the next chapter to come out. Enjoy!
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An Apple a Day

Eric was stuck. Literally stuck. His right arm was trapped between the folds of the fence he had been reaching through, right up to his elbow. He hadn't noticed the fence had been booby trapped such that just a small push caused it to come off the top support on the pole and fold down, trapping his arm.

He had tried everything he could think of to get free, but nothing worked. With only one arm free, he didn't have enough leverage to lift the top of the fence up high enough to slip his arm out.

And worse of all was that he knew who had set the trap—Joey McKnight, whose family owned the property the fence was on, and more specifically, the apple tree from which Eric had been trying to steal an apple.

It wasn't the first time. Eric had been coming here daily since the apples first started to ripen, sometimes twice a day. Once Joey had seen him as he ran away and yelled at him, telling him someday he would catch him. And it looked like today might be that day.

There was a chance though. Eric's brothers, sister, and their friends would be passing by soon and he was sure they would set him free. He might take a teasing, but he could survive that. As long as they got there before Joey did.

Eric wondered why Joey made such a big deal out of a few apples anyway. The tree had hundreds of them. And Eric, who had just turned 13, was, like so many teenagers, constantly hungry. Joey was only 11; he wouldn't turn 12 for a month yet. He wouldn't understand.

Eric wondered what Joey would do if he did get there first. He wouldn't punch him or anything like that because he would get in trouble for fighting. Joey wasn't allowed to fight anyone for any reason; Eric had heard his father tell him that. Besides, sooner or later Eric would be free, and he wasn't under any particular restriction from fighting. Oh, his dad would be pissed at him if he found out he beat up a younger boy, but his dad's punishments were rarely harsh. Grounding, loss of privileges, extra chores, stuff like that. Nothing he had to worry about.

Eric heard voices coming from behind him, which was not the way his brother would come from. "Oh, well," he thought, "I guess I'm about to find out what little Joey will do with him."

The problem was, Joey was not alone—if the voices he heard even included Joey. It could be any of a number of kids, and that could be a problem. Eric turned his head as far to the side as he could, and soon he was rewarded with a glimpse of who was coming.

It was Joey, along with his two sisters and three other kids he didn't know. Two of the strangers were girls and the last a boy, all between 10 and 14 years old. Eric tried again to pull his arm free, but it wouldn't come out unless he left all of the skin on it behind.

"Well Eric, I see my trap worked," Joey said as he spotted Eric and came running up. "I told you eventually you would get caught. And now, here you are."

"Yeah, here I am. Now how about lifting the top of the fence and letting me out. My arm is turning numb, I think the blood flow must have been cut off."

Joey grabbed Eric's trapped hand and turned it so he could see the top. "Nope, the finger nails are all the right color. You're blood flow is fine. And now it's time for the punishment I warned you about."

Joey began to pull Eric's tee shirt over his head. Eric tried to stop him, but the other boy helped out and they soon had it over his head. He pushed it through a tiny gap in the fence where it fell off Eric's trapped hand and dropped to the ground on the other side of the fence.

"So, uh, just what are you going to do?" Eric looked at the three girls, who were watching with too much interest now that Eric was bare down to his waist.

"Just what we do with any animal we trap," Joey said. "Peel its fur off and tan its hide." The other boy pulled Eric's shoes off and through them over the fence while Joey unsnapped Eric's jeans.

"Hey, wait a second Joey," Eric pleaded as he tried to prevent Joey from pulling down his jeans. "It was just a few apples—what's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that I got a spanking every time you stole an apple. And that is what you're going to have happen to you—as soon as I get you dressed right for it." Eric's jeans were pulled down to his knees and the other kid grabbed Eric's ankles and lift them, allowing Joey to remove them completely. His socks were removed at the same time and the newly removed clothing joined his shirt and shoes on the other side of the fence.

Before he could move or respond, Eric's boxers were yanked down and off, leaving him completely naked. The girls moved in closer, giggling and laughing. Even Joey and the other boy got a good look. Eric used his free hand to cover things up as best he could.

"Take your belt off Sam," Joey said. Joey was taking his belt off at the same time. "If he moves his hand to try to stop me, you whack him across his dick and balls, okay?"

Sam nodded his head, smiling from ear-to-ear. He held his belt in position where he could swing it if a target presented itself.

Eric heard the Joey's belt whistle through the air before he felt it land on his exposed backside. He instinctively moved his free hand to block another shot, but as soon as he did Sam swung, connecting across the front of Eric's dick and just missing his balls. Eric howled in pain and moved his hand back to the front.

The process was repeated three times before Eric learned not to move his free hand to his backside no matter how much it hurt. Within minutes he was bawling like he was 6 years old and begging Joey to stop.

Joey gave him a few more straps, and then stopped and put his belt back through the loops on his pants. A disappointed Sam did the same. Eric became aware of the girls again and felt his dick begin to stiffen.

"Not as hard or as long as my dad gives to me, but then I don't cry like a baby after just ten strokes," Joey said. "Will somebody be coming by soon if you don't return?"

Without thinking, Eric told him that his brother and sister and their friends would be along any minute.

"Good, then I'll leave you here. Your clothes will be at my house, you need to come and apologize to me and to my father before you get them back." Joey turned back to the other kids and said, "Let's go." He walked off, followed by Sam. The three girls stayed behind.

They pulled his free arm back, exposing his penis and balls. "My brother's thing is as long as yours, and almost as thick, and he's only 11," Jackie said to him. Jackie was Joey's 14 year old sister, one grade ahead of Eric in school. "And he has nearly as much hair too."

"You...you've seen Joey naked?" Eric asked.

"Of course they have," Joey said from the other side of the fence. He and Sam had come through the gate and were gathering up Eric's clothing. "Like I said, when I get whipped I'm required to be bare."

"And dad doesn't care if we're around or not. Sometimes he has to stand in the living room for an hour before he's allowed to get dressed again," Jackie said.

"Look, his thing is growing, just like Joey's did," one of the other girls said.

"He calls it a boner," Jackie said. "It means he's either really embarrassed or he likes you."

"Well, I hope he's really embarrassed, because I don't like him!" the girl said.

"But you do enjoy seeing him naked thought, don't you?" the second girl asked. "Just think about how he'll feel when we see him in school after seeing him naked this summer."

"In school?" Eric asked. He was totally embarrassed, but he knew these girls didn't go to his school. Being seen like this by Jackie was bad enough; he didn't want to even contemplate having the other two girls be in his school too.

"These are my cousins, Trish and Helen. Their brother Sam left with Joey. They just moved here and will be going to school next fall with us. Sam is 10, Trish is 11 and will be in the same grade as your brother. Helen is 13 and will be in your grade. I guess that will suck for you." Jackie was smiling as she saw the look of extreme horror cross Eric's face.

"Well, we'll see you again later when you come to get your clothes back," Jackie said, releasing Eric's arm. As they walked off toward the gate Eric could hear them giggling.

Only moments after they left he could hear voices again, and Eric could hear his brother's voice among them. A further sense of horror crossed his mind as he realized his brother and sister and their friends were about to find him naked and trapped.

The first moment 11 year old Colin saw his big brother standing there naked he was shocked, but in the second moment he realized how unbelievably embarrassing it must be for him and his shock turned to devilish pleasure. He quickly pointed out Eric to his younger sister Erica and their three friends.

Alan, Susan, and Brad followed Colin and Erica to the fence, not sure if it was some kind of trick or not until they saw that his right arm was stuck inside the folds of the fence. His left arm was trying to cover his nakedness, but with a boner it was unable to cover much.

For Susan, it was the first naked boy of any age she had ever seen, and she was both embarrassed and thrilled. She had a crush on Eric, but all he had ever done was either tease her and Erica or ignored them completely. Well, now he was not teasing them and he certainly was not ignoring them!

For Erica, this was a dream come true. Eric frequently teased her about the times he had seen her naked, sometimes even in front of her friends. Even though the last time Eric had seen her naked was when she was seven or eight years old, it was still humiliating for her. She especially hated it when he described what she looked like to Brad, who she liked. Brad would giggle and ask to hear more, or look at her like he was seeing her naked.

For Colin and Alan, this was something they would be able to use against Eric next time he tried to pick on them or bully them. Even though Alan was 12, he was small for his age and he and Colin were no match for Eric. They both remembered the wedgies, pantsings, and tickle torture Eric had put them through. Colin was remembering last summer when Eric had grabbed him right after he took a shower, pulled his towel off, and pushed him naked out the back door where Erica, Susan, and Brad were playing. Alan remembered being held down and tickled until he peed his pants. This was going to be payback time.

Eric was having some of the same thoughts as they ran towards him. He knew Susan liked him, he had seen her staring at his bathing suit on occasion, and always wanted to sit with him. But she was only 10, so he teased her to get her to go away. Eric also knew the real trouble would come from Erica, Colin, and Alan because of all the mean stuff he had done to them over the years.

"I see Joey's trap worked," Colin said. "He told me it would. Serves you right for stealing his apples every day."

"You knew about this?" Eric asked. He somehow thought that blood would be thicker and that his brother might have warned him.

"Sure I did. Alan and I go over there a lot. We even saw him get belted by his dad once because you stole some apples. He swore he would catch you, and now he did."

"Looks like he spanked your brother," Alan said from behind Eric. Alan traced one of the welts on his butt with an ice cold finger, making Eric squirm. "Too bad we missed that; I would have loved to see Joey spanking an older bully! Did you cry?"

Eric said nothing and then he jumped as Alan smacked his butt hard. He reached back and got hold of Alan's shirt and started pulling him closer, but Colin used a finger to flick one of Eric's balls. That pain was worse and he released Alan and reached for Colin, but Colin had stepped back out of range.

"Answer his question, or we'll spank you too," Colin said.

"You try it and I'll..." Eric paused, not knowing how he could possibly threaten the two boys while he was trapped.

"You'll what? You aren't going to do anything to us, and all of us know it. So answer the question and maybe we'll help you get free before somebody else comes along."

"No, I didn't cry. Only babies cry, and I'm not a little baby like you guys." Eric tried to sound like he was in charge, but it came out weak.

"Yes he did—you can see the tear tracks down his cheeks," Brad said while pointing at Eric's face. "Cry baby, cry baby!"

The other kids joined in laughing and make fun of Eric.

"Okay, now we've established that you are a liar and a thief, now let's get a good look at you," Colin said. "Put you left hand behind your head."

Eric's left hand remained where it was, trying to hide his groin from their view. It stayed there until he heard a swish and then immediately felt a sharp pain on his butt. He twisted around and saw that Colin had found a stick about 4 feet long and a half inch in thickness.

"Hey, let me try that," Alan said. Colin handed him the stick and Alan swing hard, crossing the line that Colin had just made.

"I can see from your eyes how much that hurt. Give up or we'll take turns doing it again," Colin said.

The stick had hurt far worse than the belt had and a couple of tears formed around his eyes. Eric knew he couldn't fight them off, so he decided surrender was his best option. "Then you'll get me out of here?" he asked.

"You start out by doing what we say and then we'll decide," Colin said. Both he and his brother knew the power had shifted from oldest brother to younger. Eric put his left hand behind his neck, giving the five kids an unrestricted view of his privates. His dick swelled to full length and stuck up at a steep angle.

The kids got quiet as they stared. Erica was the first to break the silence.

"Does your thing look like that?" she asked Brad.

"Uh, uh, sure, I guess. Kind of."

"Boy's things get bigger as they get older. Brad's wouldn't be that big yet, but it will be in a year or two," Alan said, saving him. "Mine is almost as big, and I have as much hair as him, so I'm thinking that Eric is a little behind on the development curve."

"How come it's bouncing like that?" Susan asked as she watched Eric's dick twitch.

"Because he's embarrassed, and he wants to do something nasty," Alan said.

Brad giggled, guessing what the 'nasty' deed was, but Susan and Erica were confused. "Make him show them," Brad said.

"No," Eric said. "I can't do that."

Colin had already expected his brother to refuse and had already decided how to play it. "Okay, we won't make you." He looked at the other kids and said, "Let's see if we can find some other kids around. Maybe some of Eric's friends would like to see this too."

They started off, lead by Colin. Susan was the last to turn, but she too followed. Eric let them get about 20 yards and called them back.

"Okay, I give. But you know this is wrong Colin. If one of them blabs about it at school or to their parents it's you who's going to take the blame." He started to stroke his dick.

"He's right you three," Colin said to Erica, Susan, and Brad. You can't tell anyone about this or we'll all get in trouble. Understand?"

They all nodded their heads, but their full attention was on Eric, who was having some difficulty. He was distracted by the embarrassment of having an audience for what should be a private matter. And he was right-handed, trying to beat off using his left hand was going to take some practice.

But soon he closed his eyes and his short, fast strokes became long slower ones. Then he rose up on his toes and Alan moved Susan off to the side just in time to keep her from being hit by the first burst of semen. Eric kept going until he had shot four or five bursts onto the grass right where Susan had been standing.

"What is that stuff?" Susan asked. "Is that boy's pee?"

"No," Brad answered. "Don't you know how babies are made? That the stuff..."

"I think that discussion is one you should let her parents give her," Colin said, interrupting Brad. He knew Brad would tell her anyway, but he didn't want to listen to a bunch of 10 year olds discussing sex.

"I think we've seen enough here, let's get Eric's arm out." Colin and Alan tried to lift the top of the fence, but they were too short to get much leverage. Brad came to add his support while Erica and Susan continued to stare at Eric's now deflated penis.

They struggled for five minutes but never were able to lift the top of the fence enough for Eric to gain an inch towards escape. They were just about to give up when help arrived.

"Dad!" Erica said, not sure if she was going to be in trouble or not. "We found Eric like this, but the boys can't get him unstuck."

Colin, Alan, and Eric all started to blush—Colin and Alan because they had tortured Eric and he would probably tell, and Eric for having his father see him naked and trapped.

With is greater height and arm strength, Eric's father was able to lift the top and Eric finally got his arm out. "Joey McKnight and his father called me," he said as he examined his oldest child's arm. "Told me you had been stealing apples and had been caught. Joey also told me he had stripped you and belted you and left you here."

He let go of Eric's arm after finding there was nothing wrong with it, not even a bruise. "Were you stealing apples from the McKnight's tree?"

Given that his arm had been caught within an inch of a juicy apple, Eric knew his father already knew the answer. "Yes sir," he said without offering any excuse. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, you don't owe me an apology. You and I are going to go and get your clothes back and you can and will apologize to Joey and Mr. McKnight."

"Can we go too dad?" Colin asked, hoping to watch his brother's naked apology.

"No dad, don't let them. These brats..."

Erica and Susan were disappointed to be excluded, but relieved to get away before the story of what they had witnessed got told. Besides, they knew that Colin would tell them everything. And they were eager to hear what Brad knew about making babies and the stuff that shot out of Eric's dick. They quickly made their exit.

"I wonder what Mr. McKnight will do to you," Colin said to his brother. "When the other kids find out..."

"You will not discuss this with anyone," his father said firmly. "If I find out you did, you and I will make this same walk, and Eric will be along to witness your embarrassment and resulting punishment and then he will be free to discuss it with your friends. And Alan, should you decide to discuss this I will have a long talk with your parents and a recommendation for them regarding your correction."

A slightly subdued Colin and Alan walked along quietly. Colin shivered at the thought of having to walk naked to face some unknown punishment. Alan was sure his parents would respond with the same punishment as Colin's father threatened for Colin.

Eric was very disappointed that his father was still letting them come along, and he was scared of what would happen when he got to the McKnight's house. Mindful that Colin and Alan would occasionally look over at him and grin, he walked along with both hands covering his groin.

"How many apples did you steal?" Eric's dad asked.

"I don't know, maybe three or four."

"Three or four? All this for three or four apples? Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure. It could have been five. But no more than that." Eric, thinking about what lay at the end of his shameful walk, had forgotten the one rule he and Colin knew about their dad—he rarely asked questions for which he didn't already know the answers.

Joey, Jackie, Sam, Trish, and Helen were on the porch as they approached. Joey got up and yelled through the door and a second later Mr. McKnight came out. He and Joey stood at the steps of the porch, blocking entrance to its inviting shade and leaving Eric, his dad, and Colin and Alan in the hot sun. But only for a moment, then Mr. McKnight greeted Eric's dad and invited all except Eric up on the porch.

Eric stood there alone, naked and ashamed as the two adults and seven kids stared at him. Mr. McKnight came down and walked around behind Eric, pausing at his back before returning to the porch.

"Stand at attention boy!" Mr. McKnight said to Eric.

"But I'm naked!" Eric said. He continued to stare at the ground and kept his hands over his groin.

"It's my understanding that everyone here has already seen everything you have boy. So stand at attention and look at us, not at the worms and bugs down in the dirt."

Eric did not move and did not raise his head. His face felt so hot he thought they should be able to feel it from on the porch.

After a few minutes, Mr. McKnight said, "Perhaps you think you are special, or that you don't have to obey orders from adults. Or maybe you just need to see an example of how things work on my property."

He turned to Joey and asked, "Did you use your belt on this boy today?"

Joey's face turned white, but he answered, "Yes sir."

"Did you have his father's permission? Or my permission?"

"No sir."

"I have always used my belt on you, never yours. Do you know why?"

"No sir."

"Because mine is made from some light braded plastic. I'm sure it stings like the dickens when I use it, but it does not raise welts or leave a mark that lasts more than a few minutes. Can you say the same for your belt?"

"No sir."

"You are about to learn the difference. Give me your belt and show young Mr. Hooper here how one stands before me when discipline is called for."

Joey looked at Alan and Colin, then at his sister and cousins, blushed, and removed his belt and handed it to his father. He then stepped off the porch into the sun and took up a position next to Eric.

Eric lifted his head as he saw Joey pull his shirt off, fold it neatly, and lay it on the ground next to him. Then he removed his jeans and repeated the action. Finally, after a second of hesitation, his briefs came down and were added to the pile.

"How many times did you hit him with the belt?" Joey's father asked him.

"Fourteen sir."

"Did you hit him with anything else besides the belt?"

"No sir, I didn't," Joey said, but his voice sounded different and he hesitated before answering.

"But someone else did, didn't they?"

"Yes sir."

"I won't ask you to tell me who, although I can guess. But unless the person admits his guilt, you'll pay for the misdeed."

"Yes sir."

Everybody stood, wondering if Joey would say more. After a few seconds, Sam stepped forward. "I hit him three times with my belt sir."

"And why did you do that Samuel?"

"Because Joey said..." he paused and looked at Joey. "Because he moved his hand to try and block Joey's belt."

"And that is all—you hit him three times with your belt? Nothing more?"

"That's correct sir," Sam answered.

"Give me your belt and join your cousin."

"Please sir, I won't do it again. I only did it because Joey told me to and..."

"Samuel, Stop that. You're a McKnight. We don't beg. And we stand up to our punishment when we deserve it. Your father and I stood side by side many times when we were children, and never once did he ever say he did something he knew was wrong because I told him to do it. Nor did I ever blame him for my misdeeds."

Sam blushed even deeper, but he took his belt off and gave it to his uncle and then took his place next to his cousin. It took him longer to undress, and he made didn't fold his clothes as neatly, but he did complete the task, although he turned his head so that he could not see his sisters looking at him.

"Eric Hooper, look to your right," Mr. McKnight said. "See how Joseph stands? His back straight, his legs straight, his head up, and his hands at his sides? That is called standing at attention. Joseph is just as embarrassed as you are, yet he has learned that if he is to be treated like a nearly 12 year old that certain things come first. Are you a child Mr. Hooper? Or do you want to face your punishment for theft as befits your age?"

Eric did look to his right, and was surprised to see that Jackie had not lied—Joey was nearly as developed as he was, and did have about the same amount of hair. But he also noticed that Joey was nearly erect, and that his face was bright red, but still he stood at attention.

Beyond Joey stood Sam. Sam was also blushing, and was also erect, although at ten it wasn't very impressive. But he also was standing there. Eric didn't know what would change if he stood at attention, but one thing he didn't want was for his brother to see him be called a child, afraid to do something that Joey and Sam were both doing. So he straightened up and put his hands to his sides.

Mr. McKnight didn't say anything, but he came down off the porch and moved behind Sam.

"Sam, has your father punished you this way yet?"

"Yes sir, but never with Trish or Helen watching."

"Then you know the rules. You may cry, but you do not beg. And you don't rub or move from where you are until you are told to get dressed."

He didn't draw it out, but lashed out three quick strokes of Sam's belt. Sam cried out with the last two and Eric and Joey could hear him sob quietly as his belt was tossed onto his pile of clothing.

Without a word, he then started on Joey. By the ninth stroke Joey was crying out loud, and he yelled out as the last two landed. Mr. McKnight tossed his belt on top of his pile of clothes and moved past Eric and back to the porch. He stood there until both Sam and Joey stopped crying. Then he came out into the sun again.

"Eric Hooper, how many apples did you steal?"

Eric's voice rose with fear. "I don't know, I didn't keep count. Sir."

"Joey, how many was it by your reckoning?"

"It was fourteen sir, on twelve different occasions."

"Does that number seem acceptable to you Eric? Is it too high? Or too low?"

"It seems about right I guess sir," Eric said, not looking at his father.

But his father was looking at him, and listening. "You told me it was three or four, five at the most. So why does fourteen sound acceptable?"

Eric didn't answer.

"Do you know how it is that Joey knows how many apples you stole?" Mr. McKnight asked.

"No sir. Did he have a camera?"

"No he did not. Tell him why you are so sure Joey."

"Because I lied to my father about not having trouble with math in school, but my final report card had a C in math. So I had to count all the apples on the tree three times a day until harvest time. And I have to account for each apple. There were 386 two weeks ago when they first started turning ripe. The wind storm last week knocked four down. I ate 3 and gave Colin and Alan 2 each. There should be 375 apples, but instead there are only 360. One apple my dad took to see if I was keeping accurate records. The other 14 I couldn't account for until I saw your footprints outside the fence."

Eric couldn't believe that Joey had to go out in the heat and count apples three times a day.

"Joey stood here and got punished 12 times for missing apples," Mr. McKnight said. "You admit that you could have stolen 14 apples on 12 different days. For that, I think you will come out each of the next twelve days and do chores. At the end of each day you will be belted, although with my belt, not a leather one. You're father has already approved of this."

"You have a choice to make. Joey can assign the chores and administer the punishment, and he will have complete control over you while you are here. Or, I can assign the chores and administer the punishment. I understand that working for a boy younger than yourself will stifle your will a bit, but I promise you that you will be much better off working for him than for me. Which do you choose?"

"Uh, the punishments, will they be, uh, like this?" Eric asked.

"Punishments here are always in the bare. And we don't worry about who's around."

Eric thought about being ordered around by an eleven year old, and then told to strip naked and stand at attention while Joey hit him with a belt. Having Joey in charge would really suck! But then he thought about how quickly Joey stripped and came to attention. And to be assigned to count apples three times a day? What kind of chores would Mr. McKnight give him?

"I'll let Joey be in charge," Eric said, hoping it was the right choice.

"I think you will never know how much better a choice that is than to make me take charge of you. I have better things to do than nursemaid a teenager. I would have made sure you understood that you had understood what a bad decision you had made."

"Joey, do you now know the difference between a leather belt and my belt?"

"Yes sir, absolutely. The leather belt hurt a lot worse, and still hurts now. Your belt stings, but the pain goes away as soon as you stop."

"Good then, we are almost done here. Eric, did your father use a cane on you today?"

"No sir, he hasn't hit me with anything."

"But you were canned today, weren't you?"

"No sir, I wasn't."

"You're sure? I'm sure your father is going to speak to you about lying to him regarding how many apples you stole, you don't want to get labeled as a compulsive liar."

"Yes sir, I'm sure. I was not struck with a cane today. Or any day. I've never been struck with a cane."

"Ahh, I see. So not a cane. But how about a cane-like object? A stick perhaps? I only ask because you have two rather distinctive welts on your backside; welts that are normally associated with a cane, but which could also be made by a stick I suppose."

"I suppose I was hit by a stick today," Eric said, staring at his brother and Alan.

"I see. Well, as with Joey, I won't ask you to tattle on someone else. But unless you do or someone here owes up to it, the guilty person or persons will go unpunished."

Eric didn't say anything, but continued staring at Colin, who appeared to be trying to turn invisible.

"Then I guess we are done," Mr. McKnight said.

"One minute first," Eric's dad said. "I still have the lie that Eric told me. I think we should make Eric's punishment an even two weeks—fourteen days instead of 12. And something else that we'll take care of when we get home."

"Very well, I'm sure Joey will enjoy having someone to do his chores for him. Of course, he will still be responsible for the chores being done correctly," Mr. McKnight said. He looked at Joey and said, "Joey, you're in charge—when you think you've had enough finishing time, you can dismiss Eric and Sam. You will remain by yourself for an additional 10 minutes. Eric's dad and I are going to go and enjoy an adult beverage or two."

With that, the two men left. As soon as they were gone, Jackie, Trish, and Helen came down off the porch to get a better look at the three naked boys. Alan and Colin stayed in the background until nobody was looking and then left.

"Oh, Sammy, how does it feel to stand there totally naked in front of your two sisters?" Jackie teased. Eric was glad his sister wasn't here to see him!

She bypassed her brother and moved over to Eric. "And just think, we get to see this one every day for two weeks. Just think about that every morning when you wake up. Imagine how it will feel to go through your day knowing that you'll end it by standing naked for your finishing time and that we'll be here to see you."

That didn't improve Eric's thoughts any. Every day for two weeks these girls were going to be seeing him naked, and from now on he would be the only one naked—the center of attention. All this for an apple a day.

"Are we allowed to touch them?" Trish asked.

"God, no, tell her no," Sam said, but Joey told him they weren't allowed to talk.

"Go head if you dare, but that thing is what boys pee out of. But since Sam doesn't want you to touch it, it sounds like a good idea. Touch all you want."

"Uh, you guys have had enough time, you can get dressed and leave," Joey said suddenly. "Eric, your clothes are on the porch."

Sam quickly stepped back away from his younger sister's touch and grabbed his clothes.

"Joseph Tyler McKnight, that was just plain mean. All she wanted to do was see what one of those things feel like," Jackie said. "Of course, you have to stand here for 10 more minutes, don't you?" She gave a mischievous smile and said, "Here Trish, touch my brother. He's bigger and will hate it just as much if not more."

Helen came over along with Trish and Joey had to stand there while his 10 and 13 year old cousins examined his privates.

Eric decided to get the hell away from there and ran home without waiting for his father. The "Something we'll take care of at home" was still weighing heavily on his mind.

The next morning Eric's dad got him on his way by eight o'clock, and to his horror allowed Colin and Erica to go with him. Once they found out they were invited, Erica quickly called Susan and Brad and Colin invited Alan. And then just to make it even more embarrassing for his brother, Colin told Alan to bring his next door neighbors, Bridget, who was in the same grade as Eric, and her sister Ellen who was in their grade.

They all met on the way to the McKnight's. Colin and Alan filled the others in on what had happened the yesterday, and what was going to happen today. Eric looked around and nearly cried, seeing two 10 year old girls (Erica and Susan), a 12 year old girl (Ellen) and a 13 year old girl (Bridget) coming with them in addition to Brad, Colin and Alan. And he knew that Sam and Susan, who were 10, Trish, who was 11, and Helen, who was 13, would be there too.

"What was that special punishment dad did to you last night when he got home?" Colin asked. "Does it have anything to do with the note dad told you to give to Joey?"

Eric said nothing. It would be obvious to them all by the end of the day. As if his humiliation could get any worse. Right now he hated Colin for going out of his way to make this punishment worse. He wished now that he had tattled on him and Alan and said that they were the ones who had hit with the stick—maybe then they'd get a chance to see how it felt to stand naked in front of an audience.

Besides, Eric had no idea what was in the note his father had given him. It was sealed in an envelope and he was told that it was to be delivered to Joey unopened. But he feared for the worse. He couldn't believe his dad didn't stop Colin from inviting other kids.

The McKnight kids were still eating breakfast when they got there and invited them to join in and eat up. Eric wasn't feeling especially hungry due to worry, but Joey ordered him to eat something to keep his strength up. Once Eric started to eat, he realized how hungry he was. He handed the letter to Joey.

Joey tore it open and read it. Colin got up and tried to read it over his shoulder but Joey wouldn't let him. "I have to show this to my dad," Joey said and left the room.

"I'll bet it's something really bad that going to happen to you," Colin said to Eric. "I'll bet this is going to be the worst two weeks of your entire life, and I'm going to be here to enjoy every minute of it."

"Shut up Colin!" Eric said. "It already is the worst time of my life. Maybe I should just tell dad it was you who hit me with the stick. Maybe then you'd find out how it feels."

"I already told dad it was you," Erica said. Both Colin and Eric turned and looked at her. "He asked me last night and I told him. I didn't know you wanted to keep it a secret. I wouldn't have lied to him anyway."

"That's a good practice Erica, one your dad will be proud of I'm sure," Mr. McKnight said as he walked into the room followed by Joey.

"According to this letter, Joey will have his brother Colin joining him in his punishment. It's signed by your father, so I know he approved it."

"No, that's not fair," Colin said. "Alan hit him too!"

"Is that true Alan? Did you also hit Eric with a stick?" Mr. McKnight asked.

Alan thought for a few seconds. Erica hadn't said that she told her dad that he hit Eric, only that Colin had. So maybe he was in the clear, as long as Erica didn't tell. Besides, his dad would never allow his son to be punished like Eric and Colin were going to be.

He looked at Erica and saw that she was about to tell anyway. Better if he said it.

"Yeah, I guess I did too. We each hit him one time."

"And you didn't owe up to it yesterday when you had the chance. Why not?"

Alan and Colin looked at each other. "I guess we were scared," Alan said.

"Well, it is a good thing you decided to admit to me your guilt, for there is a letter here signed by your father too. You will also be helping Eric and Colin with chores. If you had lied, there was a far worse fate in store for you."

"I understand, I'll help with the chores," Alan said, hopeful that was all his father committed him to.

"And you will join them in the punishment sessions each day after the chores are complete."

Alan nearly passed out, realizing that he had invited Bridget and Ellen to witness Eric's humiliation and now they would be watching his too. Especially Ellen.

That evening, after a full day of taking orders from Joey, the other kids gathered around to watch the punishment session.

Joey started out by asking, "Colin Hooper, are you a child? Do you want a punishment the way a child would receive it or do you want to face it as befits your age?" which was basically the same question his dad had asked Eric.

But it was much meaner than that, and Colin caught on quickly. He either had to admit, in front of all of them, that he was a child and afraid, or submit to the same ordeal he had witnessed Eric, Joey, and Sam go through.

He couldn't say he was a child no matter what. "I'll face it," he mumbled.

"And you Alan Greely? A child's punishment, which is a lot less painful, or do you choose to face it like your friend?"

Alan had even less choice than Colin did. "I'm 12, I'll take it like I should."

"Then all three of you get in the proper display for a punishment."

If it was a race to get undressed, you'd have thought it was to find the slowest time. Each boy was taking great care to remove and carefully fold each article of clothing. Finally, Joey got tired of waiting.

"You should understand that the longer you keep me waiting now, the longer I'll keep you waiting afterwards. You've already doubled the time I was going to keep you."

Eric and Colin both glanced at their sister, who was eagerly waiting for the final pieces of clothing to come off. And next to her, Susan looked just as excited. But what was far worse was that the girls from their school were also eagerly waiting for the last of their clothing to be removed.

They still worked slowly, and Joey gave them another warning. Each boy was down to just underpants and each was waiting for the others to go first. Eric looked especially dismal.

"If we have to wait another 30 seconds for you, I will have my father speak to your fathers about adding more days to the punishment," Joey said.

Two weeks was more than enough for Eric, he wasn't going to have more time added. As he pulled his boxers down, Brad said, "Holy cow, what happened to you?"

Tears came to Eric's eyes as he told them his father decided that since he acted like a little boy in lying, that he should look like one too and made him shave off all of his pubic hair. "And I have to shave it every night for the next two weeks at least."

"And so will Colin and Alan, if they have any to shave," Joey said. "It was in the letters signed by your dads."

"Looks like Colin has a little," Brad said, looking closely as Colin removed his underpants. He moved over to Alan and said, "Alan too." He was smiling, eager to see them lose their hair so that they would look just like he did.

"Very well, we'll do it here after the punishment period." Mr. McKnight had come out to the porch. He took off his belt and handed it to Joey. "An amount appropriate for their age," he said to Joey.

"I get 20," Joey said, "so I guess Colin should get 15, Alan 20, and Eric 25."

"That sounds about right," Mr. McKnight said. "Carry on."

Like his dad, Joey went right to work, delivering all of the swats to Eric's backside with no hesitation between them. Eric found that although they stung a lot, the pain was a lot less than the belt had been. Even so, he was crying by the last two.

Colin was crying before Joey even started, and the girls made the most of it. And he knew that as soon as it was over he was going to lose the few hairs that had just started growing around his dick.

Alan didn't start to cry until around the tenth swat, but once he started he couldn't stop even after Joey stopped hitting him.

All three of them knew it was going to be a miserable two weeks.

Once the punishment and shaving were complete, the girls gathered around to compare the three boys. When Susan found out she was allowed to touch and there was nothing Eric could do about it, she decided to learn everything she could. She and Trish decided to take turns going from one naked boy to the next (Susan started with Eric of course).

Brad had told them everything he knew about beating off, and they had spent the whole day with Trish and Sam talking about it. Now they had a chance to practice what they had learned. It was going to be a wonderful two weeks.