Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 104
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 104: Beth gets it in the End

"Noooooo!' Beth wailed, almost in tears. "You can't-I can't-not them!"

"I'm afraid that's the way it's going to be," her mother said. "Each of your cousins and your brothers, and Jesse are going to take turns punishing you. They'll do it right here, in the boys' bedroom. I've actually had time to give this considerable thought on my flight home. Mrs. Ericson and I will go downstairs for a nice chat and leave you children up here. You, Beth, will cooperate with everything they want to do to you while I'm gone. They are to, at a minimum, spank and paddle you soundly until your bottom is thoroughly blistered. They also can engage in other punishments that they consider fair. I've made a list, which I'm entrusting to Chad," she added, crossing the room and pulling a folded piece of paper out of her pocket which she handed to her surprised older son. "Why not Tommy?" she responded to his surprise. "Because you've really grown up in the last three weeks, Chad, and you've earned my trust. You've become a true big brother to your younger brother, trying to protect him and standing up to your sister. It's time I gave you more responsibility, and I'm starting now. The list I gave you notes the minimum punishments your sister must have, but it also lists the things you aren't allowed to do to Beth. Beth is not allowed to look at the list, but if you do any of the forbidden things, you will be punished severely yourselves. Otherwise, anything not on that list is fair game. Chad, you will check your own ideas and anything the others come up with against the list. If your suggestion isn't there, you may make your sister do it or submit to it. You will all have 1 hour from the moment we leave – use it wisely." She started for the door, then turned at the threshold. "Beth, any resistance will mean you're reporting to The Reverend's farm first thing in the morning – only total cooperation will save you." She walked up to Beth. "And there's one more thing I need to do to ensure your full cooperation with the boys." She walked to Tommy's desk, picking up the belt Tommy had left there. "Put both your hands behind you," she ordered.

"Please, mother..." Beth began, her face a mask of desperation.

"Now, Beth! Both arms behind you! Or I'll take this belt to you here and now, and then go call the Reverend immediately," her mother said.

Stifling a moan of real fear, Beth let her arms be bound by the wrists behind her back, crossed directly above her scantily-clad feminine bottom. Her mother then used Chad's belt to hobble Beth's legs, leaving only enough gap between them for her to waddle along embarrassingly should she be called upon move. Mrs. Henson turned to the other children after giving the wrist bindings an extra tug. She looked seriously at Chad and Tommy. "The family honor is a stake, boys. Make me proud of you, and set an example for your younger cousins. Do what must be done, no more and no less." She looked at Beth. "Get on your knees, girl," she said. "Get on your knees, and pray they aren't as mad at you as I am." Taking her daughter by the shoulders, she forced Beth roughly to her knees, then released her and walked away.

"Listen to the other boys, Jesse, and do your part," his own mother added. "I'm proud of how you've stood up for your friend, don't make me ashamed of you now. And don't go overboard, either – I know you have a lot of affection for Tommy, but keep your head about you. Little boys can be spanked bare right in front of their friends, you know," Jesse's mother said to him. "Even friends who are girls." And then both women went through the door, shutting in firmly. Their voices receded down the hall. Jesse and Gabriel looked at Tommy. Tommy looked at Chad. Dakota looked at Beth with a feral glint in her eye. Beth looked stunned. Chad spoke up.

"We have to spank you first, Beth," he said, trying to sound manly and like a take-charge kind of guy. "Until you're blistered back there. Mom said so."

"She can't have been serious!" Beth interjected. "She's just trying to put a scare into me. She'll be back in a minute saying this is all a joke." She struggled with her bonds.

"It has to be on the bare," Tommy said suddenly. "Mom as much as said so. She said she wants Beth blistered, and we can't see if she'd blistered unless her butt is bare. Besides, I want her as humiliated as I was when I got spanked. And as you were, Chad. And both of us got it with all my stuff hanging out, remember? She needs to get it with all her stuff on display, too. Her girl stuff."

"I don't, actually," Chad said. "Not Beth's. She's my sister, and I really don't want to see it. But we've got to, anyway. She has to be as humiliated as Tommy was. And as I was. So she's got to show us her stuff."

"Cunt!" Dakota said.

"Yeah, that!" Chad said. "Jesse, pull her panties down." Jesse walked over to Beth, still on her knees. Beth was struggling with her tightly bound hands.

"NO!" she protested. Jesse hooked a finger into one side of Beth's blue panties. Beth, in desperation, threw herself face down on the floor, her breasts striking the carpet painfully. Jesse tried to pull her panties down in that position, but Beth was pressing her hips against the floor and all he was able to do was stretch the back of the waistband down, revealing most of a creamy white ass with beautifully formed globes framing a deep, feminine butt cleft.

"Lift your hips and let him pull them down to your ankles," Chad ordered.

"You can't make me take my panties off," Beth challenged. "I won't do it!"

"Yes you will," Chad said, taking command. "Because Mom said you have to obey what we want, and we want you to get it bare."

"I want her to suck my peter, too," Gabriel said from the sidelines.

"You want everyone to suck your peter," his sister said.

"So?" Gabriel said. "I like it when people suck my peter. It feels good."

"If she sucks anyone's thing, it should be suck Tommy's," Jesse said from the floor, still struggling with Beth's panties as she squirmed, trying to shake him off. "That's who she should have to suck."

"Hold your horses," Chad said. "One thing at a time. First we get her panties off, then we each spank her. Then you guys can talk about what else she has to do."

"Who put you in charge?" Dakota said. "Your brother's the one she hurt the most – he should be in charge," Dakota said. "Or his friend – she tried to blackmail him."

"No, Chad's in charge," Tommy said firmly. "Right Jesse? 'Cause he's the big brother."

 "Yeah, and you're my big brother, too," Jesse said loyally. Chad looked down at the mop-haired smaller boy in surprise. "Well, I don't have a brother. And you're good to me. You helped when I... well, you know."

"Yeah, and he's my big brother, too," Gabriel said. "He protects me."

"Fine, so he's everyone's big brother," Dakota said, throwing up her hands. "So, big brother, she's not letting us take her panties off. What are we going to do about that?"

Chad looked at the struggling Jesse. "Get the scissors," he said in sudden decision. "If Beth won't let us pull them down, we'll cut them off. Too bad – they look new. And I bet they were expensive. And who knows whether she'll get any to replace them if we cut them off – Mom's pretty mad. What do you say, sis? Feel like going to school in your school dress without any panties on?"

Beth stopped struggling and lifted her butt high enough for the panties to clear her hips. Jesse flew backwards as the resistance disappeared and Beth's panties slid to her ankles. Jesse rolled back onto haunches and the assembled group stared at Beth's suddenly revealed butt.

It wasn't like looking at Chandra's butt, or Emily's, or even Courtney's, Chad realized immediately. And it certainly didn't look like any boy's butt. Beth had adult curves, and her butt was full, gently rounded, creamy skinned, and almost baby smooth. There was no hint of the muscularity of boys, nor their more angular lines. Beth's ass lacked the skinniness of Chandra's narrow butt and was more full than even Courtney's mid-pubertal ass (which, to Chad's eyes, had been a beautiful thing before they'd covered it with welts and blisters). But the biggest difference was down low, where Beth's legs joined. The other girls had possessed a narrow gap between their legs, unmarred by the dangling scrotum of boys, but Beth had a wider gap there, a gap you could see the bedroom carpet through. A gap big enough that the smoothness of her mons venus was clear to see, and just the bottom hint of the beginning a separation that would mark the bottom of her cunt slit. There were no hairs to be seen either on her butt or in that gap, no moles, no marks, no blemishes of any kind. There were just two smooth, round globes, unmarred and unblemished.

The group stared silently at Beth's bare butt for some time, as Beth, defeated for the moment, stared resolutely straight ahead at the floor. Then Chad cleared his throat. "Tommy. Spread her butt apart. We'll make sure she'd clean back there before we spank her – she always did that to us."

Tommy knelt by Beth and put a hand on each of her buns. Beth immediately clenched her butt tightly, barring his entrance, stonily staring at the floor as she opposed them. Hollows appeared on both side of her butt cheeks as she did, but they still remained quite attractive to Chad's eye. He wondered if Cynthia would look like this naked, and his penis responded with approval to the thought.

Tommy was still struggling with Beth's butt. "She won't let me in," he panted as he worked.

"Beth, let Tommy spread your butt wide," Chad ordered. "Or I'll get the strap and strap you until you do."

"We can strap her?" Gabriel said with excitement in his voice. Chad unfolded the note his mother had given him, studied it, and folded it shut again.

"Yep," he said. "But only if she resists us when we spank or paddle her, or disobeys us repeatedly. Like now. Let him in, Beth."

Jesse looked with admiration at Chad's forcefulness. Beth fought a moment longer, then gave up and relaxed, letting Tommy spread her butt wide and expose the center crack. A brownish pink asshole, a practical duplicate of Chad's in color, size, and placement, but slightly larger, winked back at them. Jesse, who had his eyes glued on it, sighed in disappointment. "Her butt hole's clean," he said. "Too bad – I was looking forward to giving it a good scrubbing."

Chad's eyes, though, had already dismissed his sister's anus and had wandered downward, where the bottom of his sister's vulva was now more visible, surprisingly close to her anal opening and gaping slightly to reveal a dark pink inner slit. It took him a moment to register the disappointment in Jesse's voice.

"What the heck, you can scrub her butt hole anyway," Chad said. "Run get a washcloth wet and bring it here – we already have plenty of soap." Jesse, beaming, raced out the door. The others kept staring at Beth's butt hole.

"We ought to give her an enema," Tommy said.

"Then she'd have to poop it out," Chad said. "I don't think I want to see that."

"We could put hot sauce on it," Tommy said. "All around the hole. Make her take her spanking with hot sauce on her butt hole."

"We should put it in the hole, too," Jesse added. "All the way in. Tell me that's not banned, Chad! Please?"

Chad looked at the list again. "It's not," he said. "Go for it."

"I'll get the bottle," Gabriel said. He tore out of the room headed for the kitchen. Jesse, returning with the washcloth, almost crashed into him. As it was, Jesse ended spawling on the floor. But since he was conveniently by Beth's still widespread butt, he immediately plunged between her soft buns with the washcloth, putting his weight into it as he roughly scrubbed her asshole.

Beth endured for several moments, as Tommy, Chad, and Dakota watched her buns flex with the pull of the material. Finally Beth spoke into the carpet. "Take it easy! Not so hard!"

"Did you hear something?" Tommy said. Chad had taken over holding Beth's left buttock, so Tommy could hold the right spread apart with both hands.

"I think she said it hurts," Chad said cheerfully.

"Remember what she said when you complained that the spanking she gave you hurt?" Tommy said, as Jesse leaned even more weight into Beth's butt crack, scrubbing her hole harder.

"Not really, no," Chad said. "I was kinda focused on my butt at the time, I think. That and being naked in front of everyone."

"She said, 'it's supposed to hurt,'" Tommy said.

"Then I guess it is," Chad said amiably. "Keep going, Jesse – her royal highness says it's supposed to hurt."

Beth tried to squeeze her buns, but both boys gripped her tightly, and Jesse put all his weight into his scrubbing, forcing her buns apart. He finally leaned back, panting, as Gabriel crashed back into the room holding a small bottle.

"Got it," he said. He stopped and looked down. "Wow!" he said. "Look how red she is!"

All of them looked. Beth's butt crack was now glowing a dull, irritated red between her buns, and her butt hole had an irritated red splotchiness as well. As they watched, Beth's butt hole contracted involuntarily several times, the irritation obviously quite uncomfortable.

"I think she's ready for the hot sauce," Chad said.

Beth looked over her shoulder. "Mom let you have that?" she said, panic in her voice. "No! Seriously , you can't put that stuff up my butt!"

"Your mom even put a glove on me," Gabriel said, holding up his other hand, which, true to his word, had a bright yellow kitchen glove on it. "It's kinda loose, but it covers my finger. She said to push my finger all the way in." He took the top off the hot sauce bottle and dropped in on the floor, tilting it up to spill sauce on his gloved fingertip.

"Nooo!" Beth moaned, trying to contract her butt, her eyes wide. But Tommy and Chad's joint effort kept her buns spread, although both had to dig in fingernails to do it, bringing more protests from Beth. Dakota plopped onto her back and Jesse on her legs, effectively holding her in place. Gabriel dropped to his knees, still in his underpants and still sporting a visible tent. His finger dripped several drops across Beth's butt as he made a bee line for her butt hole.

"Quick, shove it in her," Dakota said. "We won't be able to hold her long."

Gabriel glanced at Tommy and Chad, their fingernails digging into Beth's formerly flawless butt as they fought to keep her butt hole exposed, then rammed his finger into her asshole. The lubrication of the hot sauce made the tight muscle give way immediately, and his finger slid in up to the second knuckle. He smiled, rotating the finger this way and that, spreading the hot sauce around. Grinning more broadly, he leaned in and put his weight against hi finger, burying it to the hilt. Beth stiffened and moaned, then began to protest more loudly.

"Take it out! Take it out! It burns!" she wailed.

"Good," Tommy and Chad said together. "It's supposed to." Gabriel kept cheerfully rotating his finger in her rapidly reddening and swelling hole. Finally, tiring of the game, he yanked his finger out of her butt and stood up, stripping off the glove. Beth's butt hole was now swollen and inflamed –looking. Tommy and Chad let go of her butt, both flexing their tired fingers in a mirror image of each other. They saw each other and grinned.

"As long as you're in position, it's time for your spanking, big sister," Chad said. "Jesse, you go first. Just settle down on her legs and beat her butt with your hands any way you want, for as long as you want."

Jesse jumped on Beth's thighs, right above her peeled down panties. "This is for Tommy," he said firmly, raising both hands and bringing them down simultaneously as fast as he could on Beth's bare butt. Beth stiffened, her butt still clenched in reaction to the burning hot sauce in her butt hole. After that initial smack, Jesse began a steady left-hand, right-hand rhythm, rapidly smacking Beth's bare flesh, scattering the spanks around and turning her butt a soft pink almost immediately. The other 4 participants watched avidly, admiring Jesse's energy.

"You didn't spank Tommy like that," Chad said.

"I didn't spank Tommy at all," Jesse said cheerfully, a little out of breath from his efforts and having to speak up over the steady tattoo of his beating of Beth's bar butt. "Not really. I didn't want to. But I'm motivated now."

And indeed he was. Jesse continued smacking Beth's butt for almost 4 minutes, at the end of which time her butt was starting to get red blotches on it and she was beginning to feel more of a burn from her butt cheeks than from the hot sauce that was setting her anus and rectum on fire. Then Dakota took Jesse's place, and everything changed. Dakota, having practiced her technique on Gabriel in the past, and Tommy just a few days prior, knew just how to get Beth's attention. She began smacking Beth in only one spot, on the lower third of her butt, what her own mother had called her "sit spot." She spanked slower than Jesse, too, and put more into each one, making her own hand sting smartly as a result but knowing that the other girl's unprotected butt stung more. Her own mother had taught her, using her own butt as the teaching device, that spankings that landed in the same spot over and over again became, quickly, quite unbearable as the sting in the skin rose rapidly with no time between spanks to cool off. Beth had begun responding to Dakota's effort with real twitches in short order, and two spots on the lower centers of her butt, just even with her butt hole, had begun turning a dusky pink and acquiring a bumpy, hot appearance. Gabriel, watching, reached into his underpants and began shamelessly squeezing his little penis in rhythm with his sister's spanks. As he was standing right by Beth's side, his sister noticed him.

"Hey, stop that, you little perv," she said between well-aimed spanks of Beth's butt. "Don't you have any shame at all?"

"No," Gabriel said. He switched from squeezing his little hard on to stroking it, to make his point. With his other hand, he pulled down his under pants on first one side and then the other, wiggling them down his legs and stepping out of them, allowing him to attack his Chad-sized hard-on with both hands.

"You ought to save it," Chad said mildly, looking at his cousin's projecting, rock hard dick and wishing he had the nerve to rub his own aching penis like that. "I can make her suck you later if you save it."

Gabriel rose on his toes, grunting and thrusting as he flailed at his little spasming hard on. "Too late," he said, settling on his heels. "But I'll be ready again in a few minutes, anyway." He stepped over his underpants, leaving them off, and plopped down by Dakota, watching her redden his cousin's lower butt cheeks, his hand still gently fondling his now softening, pointed little penis. Little red blisters were already starting to form in those two spots. Dakota aimed two more spanks on each side, then leaned back.

"I'm good for now," she said. "Got to save some energy for the paddling. We are paddling her, aren't we?" she added. Beth was silent, but she was rocking from side to side, the pain in her butt apparently now matching the burning of her rectum and anus. Gabriel jumped on Beth's back, straddling it, his little balls squashed against the small of her back. He wiggled back and forth, settling his bare butt cheeks against her.

"Hey cousin, I'm wiping my butt on you," he jeered. Leaning forward, he then proceeded to beat her butt like a bongo drum with little playful, rapid slaps that probably weren't as painful as what Beth had just received but had to be uncomfortable on her already well-warmed butt. He began humming a Latino song and playing his cousin's bare butt to the beat. The piece apparently culminated in a drum solo which Gabriel half rose to beat out, slamming both hands forcefully on her bare skin and turning the centers of her buns quite red, a red that matched the red spots that Dakota had made lower down. Finishing the song, he stopped and stepped off.

"Your turn, cousin," he said to Tommy.

Tommy walked over manfully, or as manfully as he could dressed only in Chad's underpants, and settled on his sister's legs. At least he was more dressed than Gabriel now was.

"Hold her crack apart, guys," he said. "I want to spank her there, like she did to Chad."

"If you want to do her crack," Chad said. "We should put her in the inspection position. We can see her front better if we do that, too."

"Okay," Tommy said. He got off of Beth's legs. Beth fought, but together the four of them managed to flip her neatly. But with a supreme effort, she flipped herself on over, so that they had only the briefest glimpse of a surprisingly bare pussy and then her butt was facing them again. The foursome immediately set to work, flipping Beth over once more, but once again she immediately flipped back. Chad sat back on his haunches.

"We're going about this wrong," he said. "We're thinking like boys. We're using force and not persuasion." He turned his head toward his sister's. Beth was glaring defiantly at him. "Beth, we're going to turn you over and we're all going to look at your privates. And then, when we're done, we're going to put you in the inspection position so that Tommy can blister your butt crack. And you're going to let us do it. Heck, you're going to help us do it. Because if you don't, I'm going down to Mom right now and tell her you're ready to go to The Reverend's farm. I bet they'd take you just as you are now – bare naked."

"She still has a bra on," Dakota said reasonably.

"Oh, yeah," Chad said. "Take it off." Dakota jumped on Beth's back and deftly unsnapped the catches on her bra, puhsin the straps off her back and down her shoulders. Chad's jaw dropped, wondering how she'd done so easily a task he'd found so difficult and done so clumsily. Beth glared at him stonily, but she didn't fight them this time as they rolled her over, and the company got to see her genitals for the first time.

The most striking thing about Beth's crotch was that it was completely bare – there wasn't the slightest hint of a hair, anywhere. "You shave it all?" Dakota exclaimed after a moment?

"Of course not, stupid! I wax it! Nobody shaves down there any more!" Beth snapped. She looked at the gaping boys. "Go ahead, scrotes! Look all you want! That's a real woman's cunt, and this is the closest any of you tiny limp dicks will get to seeing one any time soon, maybe for the rest of your lives!" Beth's face was flushed – being spanked had clearly hurt her, yet she was defiant in her attitude. What the heck, Chad thought. Might as well look, just like she says.

So he and his brother and Jesse and Gabriel, and even Dakota did just that – they stared at Beth's genitals. Without any hair to hide it, her pussy had a clean, innocent look to it, but it didn't look like a little girl's demure furrow. Jesse, the most experienced of the four boys due to his extensive perusal of Internet porn, was struck by how much Tommy's sister's pussy looked like those he had seen there. It looked, well, experienced. Like it had been places and done things. Chad immediately noticed the contrast, too, when compared to the pussy he'd most recently seen, Courtney's. Courtney's pussy had been neatly closed when she stood up, although it gaped when her legs spread. She had looked more innocent, closed – more innocent and vulnerable. Chandra's had seemed even more virginal. Beth's pussy was slightly spread, even with her legs together, with just the hint of pink showing between the creamy white labia. The pink bulged a bit and showed just a hint of moisture, sticking out prominently about half way down the slit. To Chad it looked-the way it looked was inviting. Like her sexual parts were saying, "come on in, guys, it's nice in here." And to his chagrin, his dick was responding.

Cut it out! He told his crotch silently. This is my sister! But his penis didn't care. Gabriel, though, finally broke the spell by leaning toward Beth and slowly, deliberately putting a hand on either side of her vulva and spreading her labia widely, then studying the deep furrow he'd created. "Hey, you can see all the way into her!" he said with a note of wonder. "You can see her dick hole and her piss slit and everything!"

Jesse immediately crowded in to see, and even Tommy and Chad hovered over their heads. What Gabriel had said was true – a wet tunnel opened into their sister, a tunnel deep enough that it looked like even S. F.'s big dick would fit in there, although the fit would be tight. Chad thought about how tightly he liked to grip his penis, and about Gabriel babbling about how Tommy's butt hole felt nice and tight when he'd fucked his cousin there. Of course. You'd want it tight, Chad thought. Tight and wet and hot, just like his sister looked.

"Is that her pee hole?" Jesse asked, pointing to a tiny slit above the gaping tunnel.

"What else would it be," Dakota said impatiently. "Her mouth?"

"That's where you guys pee?" Jesse persisted.

"No, we pee out of out butt holes," Dakota said. "Of course that's where we pee."

"Doesn't it get all over you?" Jesse said.

"Huh?" Tommy said, his eyes still on his sister's cunt.

"I wonder if your mother knows that your sister has been fucking guys," Dakota said. "And her only 15! I bet your mom doesn't know." She looked at Beth's stony glare. "Are you on the pill, or just taking your chances?" she asked. "Or do you make the Burger King wrap his whopper?"

Beth glared at her silently.

"Well, if you won't answer, I'll just go ask your mother," Dakota said, starting to rise.

"I'm on the pill," Beth said through gritted teeth. "And I make him wear a rubber, too – I don't want herpes or HIV or any of that other stuff. I'm not a fool, cousin."

"How'd you get the pill?" Dakota said. "Your mother's okay with that?"

"If you must know, she doesn't know," Beth said. "Our doctor just gives the prescription to girls when they go in for the high school physical. I walk to the pharmacy across town to get it. He gets the rubbers. He says he was a virgin before we started doing it, and if you go by how clumsy he was, I believe it. But I make him wear one, anyway – the pill doesn't always work, and there's herpes and HIV and a whole bunch of other nasty stuff out there."

"He's got a pretty big one, judging by the way he's reamed her," Dakota said.

"Huh?" Tommy said again.

"Your sister's cunt – it's stretched out from having sex regularly, and with a guy whose dork is bigger than you little freaks'." She looked at their expressions. "Hey, no offense, but I've seen your dicks, remember? Well, all but yours," she said to Jesse, "but I can see your bulge, so you're not fooling anyone. Whoever's banging sister dear is hung like a horse." She turned back to Beth. "So who is it? Who's riding that pony these days?"

Beth glared. "You can tell us, or I tell your mom and we'll probably find out once she finds out," Dakota said.

"Israel Bergman," Beth finally spat out.

"Izzy from down the block?" Tommy said in surprise. "The Jewish nerd? The one with the stupid little glasses? The one who wants to be a Rabbi?"

"He wants to be a Cantor, not a Rabbi," Beth snapped, indignant despite her vulnerable position.

"Are Rabbis supposed to have sex?" Chad asked.

"I thought Jews had little peters," Gabriel said at the same time. "That's what everyone says."

"He's not a Rabbi! He's not even a Cantor! And for your information, his peter, as you put it, is huge! He's a terrific fuck, better than you dinky dicks will ever be with your tiny little tools!" Beth snapped.

"Jews fuck?" Gabriel said. "I thought they were real religious."

"Religious people fuck, you moron," Dakota said. "Where do you think they get all those kids?"

There didn't seem to be anything to say to that, so Gabriel turned his attention back to examining his cousin's genitals. Finally he let go of her labia and let them close, sitting back. "I've seen better," he said boastfully.

"You haven't seen any," Dakota rejoined.

"I've seen yours," Gabriel said.

"Not since I got hair," Dakota retorted.

"I've seen others," Gabriel said. "The boys at the foster homes always have porn. Looking at porn, punching the foster kid, and giving it to him up the chute is all any of them think of. So I've seen lots of cunts."

"Fine, you're the cunt expert," Dakota replied. "Those of us who have them don't know anything."

"Could we focus, here?" Chad intervened.

"We need to take her bra off," Tommy said. "We had to be all the way naked, she should, too." Beth's bra, although unsnapped, still hung on her chest, covering her generous breasts. Gabriel reached over and yanked it up, so that he now perched just below her shoulders. Her tits immediately spilled out.

And glorious tits they were. Round and full, but not huge – generous, but not floppy or sloppy, Chad had to admit his sister had beautiful boobs. The nipples were lightly colored but prominent and large, and the areolas were big but not too big for her cup size. There were the most beautiful tits he'd ever seen, and they were attached to his sister. Life simply wasn't fair. Gabriel was staring with what appeared to be rapt admiration.

"Nice," he finally said. His sister gave him a none-too-gentle slap on the back of the head.

"Forget it, asshole," she said. "You're cousins. She's off limits to your puny dick."

"I can look," Gabriel rejoined.

"As long as that's all you do," Dakota replied.

"We're wasting time," Chad finally said. "We need to get on with the punishment." He was tired of looking at his sister's bare privates and her bare tits – it wasn't like there was any chance he'd get access to them, and he wasn't at all sure he'd want to. There was something about it being his sister that drove down his ardor, that made him almost – almost protective. But he couldn't protect her – he had to punish her, and show her how painful and humiliating it was. He turned away from her naked body, speaking to the others. "You three help me hold her legs, and Tommy, you get ready to give her a good spanking."

Tommy turned to Chad as the other three moved to Beth's ankles. "You're going to let us lift your legs up over your head, Beth, and not fight, and you're going to let Tommy spank you in your crack and not fight, too, or I'll just go tell Mom you won't cooperate. And believe it or not, I don't want to do that – I don't want you to get in worse trouble. So you'll do as I say. Got it?"

Beth glared but nodded once. She hated being this helpless, but there was no way she was going to risk going to a religious fanatic's "farm." If she was right, the things that were being done to her now, and a lot of stuff these 4 weren't willing to do, would be daily occurrences in such places. She knew what the Catholic priests had done to little boys in orphanages in the name of religion, and she knew how other cult ministries had treated their young children. She'd get through this, take her punishment, and work on getting back into her mother's good graces. So although it was supremely embarrassing, she let them lift her legs and bend them up until they were in front of her face, her butt curled upward so that it was the highest part of her and her buns were nicely spread, with the bonus that most of her vulva was visible, too. Tommy moved directly behind her butt and put a hand right where Beth's vulva met her asshole with less than an inch of closed skin between the two. "I'll save this part for last," he said. "I'm going to roast the sides of your crack, first." He circled his fingers gently around her butt hole, which was now quite red and irritated with hot sauce. "Bet that burns," he said. "Your hole is really red – the back hole, not the front one – it's just pink." He raised his hand.

There isn't much to say about the next few minutes. Tommy methodically spanked Beth's butt crack up one side and down the other, over and over again, finally shifting to spanking her repeatedly right on her bulging red butt hole and then the bottom edge of her pussy. Beth gritted her teeth against the obvious pain, but an occasional whimper escaped, especially at the end. By the time Tommy stopped, Beth's inner cheeks and the base of her vulva were as red as the two splotches Dakota had made on her lower butt. On cue, Chad and the others lowered her legs. Her butt crack continuously burning, Beth glared at the ceiling but said nothing. Chad walked over and sat down on the bed.

"Get over here, Beth, he said. "It's my turn, and I'm going to spank you over my lap, like a naughty little girl."

Beth actually flushed at the remark. There was something extremely embarrassing about being spanked "like a naughty little girl." She had been spanked as a little girl, and she remembered it distinctly. It had been at the park, and she'd been barely school age, and Chad had been a preschooler, Tommy a toddler. Both were napping in car seats, her father was stretched out on a picnic bench, and her mother was reading a book. She'd wandered off and climbed up onto the roof of the bathroom, to see if she could see farther from there, and when her father saw her and ran and snatched her down, he'd assumed she was trying to see into the boy's bathroom and watch the boys pee. Which was stupid, because she had two little brothers and had seen far too much of them peeing, thank you very much. But he'd been enraged at what he saw as her sexual precociousness, and he'd lifted her dress, pulled her panties down, and spanked her bare bottom right there over his knee, spanked it until it was bright red. And she'd kicked her panties off during the spanking, and he'd decreed that they would stay off, which meant that on the playground later some older boys discovered she was naked under her dress, and had a red butt to boot, and had teased her unmercifully, holding her and pulling up her dress and letting other kids see her red butt and her hairless vulva.

And Chad's resemblance to her father was chilling at the moment – the same profile, the same confident commanding tone to his voice. She found herself rolling to her front and pushing back to her knees with Tommy's help, rising and waddling in little hobbled steps over to her younger brother to settle over his lap. She almost said, "yes, Daddy," before she caught herself. All the humiliation of her park spanking had returned, and she actually flushed as she felt masculine legs under her stomach once again, her butt open, spread, and vulnerable in the cool air like it had been that day. Even the steadying hand placed on her back was familiar. Chad raised his other hand.

"This is going to be a long hard spanking, Beth," he said in tones eerily like his father's. "You're probably going to cry before I'm done."

"Not going to cry," Beth said in little-girl tones. It had been the same thing she'd told her father years ago. But she had cried, she had cried buckets. She felt Chad's hand cup her right buttock momentarily, squeeze gently while he gauged the distance and calculated how much he needed to cup his hand to distribute the blow, than withdraw. There was a tense pause and she actually clenched a moment, then the loud crack and the rush of pain seconds later as the masculine hand contacted her delicate skin.

Chad's hand was smaller than the hand that had spanked her before, and her butt was much bigger, so the effect wasn't as devastating as the first spank of her butt from her father had been. That had been unimaginably awful, the worst pain she'd experienced up to that point, like having half her butt on fire at once. This was a brief flash in a small area, that was all it was. But it hurt, and there were many more to come.

Chad slowly, methodically spanked his sister's butt, swinging almost as hard as he could, systematically covering the whole generous expanse of skin by overlapping each spank with the one before. And the results were gratifying for him. Yes, his hand quickly got sore, but his sister's pink skin gradually turned a dusky red as he spanked, and little spots of bright red starting freckling his sister's skin, spots that he knew were tiny blisters. From spanking Efram, and Tommy, he knew the spots would get bigger and more dense, and from his own experience, he knew that his sister's butt was afire by now, and despite her stoicism was growing more painful by the minute. So he ignored his hand pain and kept spanking, spending a full 5 minutes on her butt. His sister still hadn't made a sound by the time he tired out, but Gabriel, who'd squatted beside her face, looked up at Chad with shining eyes and honest admiration.

"Her eyes are wet," he said triumphantly. "I think she'd going to cry."

"Good," Chad said. He stopped spanking Beth, noticing her butt was twitching in discomfort, little jiggles and clenches that betrayed her great pain back there. He rubbed his hand over the hot surface, feeling the bumpiness all children's butts develop during a sound spanking. "That concludes the warm up. Now let's start the paddling. I'm going first, since she's already over my lap, and we'll do it right away, so the burn keeps building up in her. Tommy, hand me that paddle." The ping-pong paddle matching the one that had been used on Tommy in the back yard was on Chad's dresser yet. Tommy solemnly handed it to his big brother, who took it and held it high.

"This is going to hurt like hell," Chad said casually to Beth. "You've been a bad girl, and you've disappointed the family, and you've disappointed me. I hope you learn something from this."

Something in Beth's mind had triggered during her spanking – she'd let herself settle into the comfort of that little girl, the one who thought her daddy loved her and would do anything to please her daddy, even take a horrible spanking. But Daddy had left. And after than no one had taken his place, not even Izzy, who hung on her like a grateful little puppy, tongue hanging out, and who she led around by his prick all the time. But now someone loved her again, was taking charge of her and telling her she had to be good. And something in her grew that wanted to please him, wanted to be a good girl for him and make him love her again. She knew Chad was just a little boy, yet, but he looked so damn much like her father. Was that why she'd treated him with such contempt in the last year, when he'd actually started to look like Dad? Did she want to reject him before he rejected her?

But then her mind was somewhere else, as the first loud crack of the paddle landed on her already sore and unprotected ass. Chad's promise that he'd burn her ass, Beth quickly discovered, had been an understatement. The previous spankings by all the kids had hurt, but this was misery personified. The very first strike of the paddle burned like a shot of fire on her already irritated and mildly sore butt, and she grunted in sudden surprise. She grunted as the next blow fell, too, and the next. Then she couldn't help it – she was emitting an embarrassing cry with each spank – a cross between "ow" and " oh" that she couldn't control, evidence that her little brother could, indeed, punish her effectively. Regressing completely to the little girl she'd been 8 years ago, she began rocking over his lap, and then she simply let herself go, sagging over her brother's lap and letting the tears flow, her little cries blending into soft, helpless crying. Her daddy was disappointed in her, so disappointed. She'd let him down. No, it wasn't daddy, it was big brother. He was angry, and the guilt flowed through her, and she cried. "No, big brother," she began sobbing. "No, please! I'll be good! Please stop spanking me! Please! I'll be good!"

Chad, mindful of his responsibilities, made his first blows to his sister's bottom as painful as he could, just as various adults and other children had done to him during his badly needed punishment a few weeks ago. Yet, as the paddling went on, Chad found himself having an increasingly hard time swinging the paddle at his sister's red, blotch butt. She'd stopped begging him to stop and calling him "big brother," she'd stopped wiggling and fighting, and now she was just lying limp over his lap, bawling like a toddler. He raised the paddle, determined to bring it down even harder, to teach her the lesson he'd learned, and stopped in mind swing. He sat the paddle down across his sister's trembling ass and looked at the other kids. "I can't do it anymore," he said. "I've had enough."

"I haven't," Jesse said, stepping up and taking the paddle. "Just stay where you are – I can get her form here." Jesse stood by Beth's back, his right arm over her butt, and lined the paddle up with her curved bottom. From that angle, he could easily access her sit spots, and he did so with vigor. Beth still stayed limp, but this new angle of the paddle found new spots on her unprotected butt to awaken, and she cried more loudly. For a brief period, he threw himself into his task, but he tired soon and slowed down, trying to put more power into his blows. Finally, panting, he gave up and handed the paddle to Gabriel, who attacked the top portion of her butt but who tired even faster and handed it to Dakota. Dakota took her time, paddling Beth very slow and very hard, holding the paddle in two hands. That might be why, as she was tiring, the paddle, like its partner had done on Tommy, broke over Beth's butt.

"Oops," Dakota said, looking at the handle in her hand.

"That's all right," Tommy said from the door. The rest turned to him in surprise, not having heard him leave. He was leaning in, part of him still outside. "You were about done, anyway. And I've got something better." He walked the rest of the way in the door, revealing that he was holding a long wooden paddle in his hand. The paddle had a head at least a foot long, and an equally long handle. There were holes drilled in the head, three rows of them running down the paddle, each an inch apart. Near the handle it was labeled with Greek letters none of them recognized.

"I'm going to finish her up with this," he said. "Only 5 blows. But they're going to hurt! You guys had better hold her shoulders."

Jesse sat by Chad and grabbed Beth's left shoulder, and Dakota and Gabriel both grabbed the right. Beth tried to look past them to Chad, at which point her puffy, tear streaked face taking in the huge paddle. "Please, no," she sobbed. "Please, Chad. Don't let him use that on me."

Chad considered, then gave Beth a serious look. "You need it," he said. "You have to learn. I'll hold you, and make it easier, but you need to have this." He leaned over with her still on his lap and put his arms around her shoulders, hugging her with his lips near her ears. "I think you need to have him do this, and he needs it, too, so we can be a family again. Do you trust me?" he said.

Beth looked at him with bleary eyes. "Okay," she said. "But not too many, okay?"

Tommy didn't spare his sister – all the rage and pent up anger he'd had for the last three days came out the end of that paddle. He swung with two hands and all his force, the paddle landing on his sister's red butt with devastating force. Beth whooped and struggled and keened, but the other children held her, and Tommy lifted the paddle and prepared his next blow. "That's one," he said loudly. "Four more to go."

Beth struggled, and sobbed, and thumped her tied feet on the floor in unison while Tommy waited. Eventually her struggles died down, and he took up his stance and brought the paddle back up again. He swung with both hands, Beth's bare butt making meaty slap as it landed. "Two," he said loudly.

Beth shrieked and struggled. Chad hugged her tightly and listened to her sob, his soft heart going out to her. But he wasn't going to stop Tommy, even though large, well-defined welts were rising on her butt, big, perfectly circular welts from the holes that had been drilled in the circular paddle, holes that were designed to raise welts through the pants and underpants of fraternity pledges, holes that whistled when the paddle swung and bit into skin like knife edges. The welts were rapidly darkening in color, showing up even against the dark red of her well-paddled butt.

Three more times Tommy swung the paddle, the blows coming about a minute apart, and three more times Beth reacted with thumping of the feet and sobs and shrieks and struggles. Chad lay his head alongside hers, murmuring calming words, reminding her it would soon be over and she'd soon have her chance to be a good family member and a good girl once again. After the fifth blow Tommy put the paddle down. "That's it," he said. "We're done. All of us. She doesn't deserve any more."

Gabriel's face showed disappointment. "But I wanted her to suck my peter!" he complained.

Jesse leaned over and said something into Gabriel's ear. Gabriel brightened. "Really?" he said. "You think so? Okay – that's better anyway." Tommy, meanwhile, released the ties on Beth's hands. Her hands trembled as she massaged the wrists, rubbing feeling into them, but she didn't reach to comfort her ruined, welted, blistered butt. Instead, she eased back onto her knees on the ground, the leaned into Chad's side, throwing both arms around him, crying onto his chest. Chad put his arms around her, holding her as she cried. It felt weird having a girl's breasts up against his stomach like that, but he didn't get aroused. Jesse got up and got some tissues and wiped at Beth's face helpfully with them. Tommy squatted down in Chad's tight underwear and untied her legs, then straightened up and crossed his arms. Dakota watched with a bored expression, and Gabriel began wandering the room still naked, his little peter bouncing and wobbling as he did, half hard but still hooded.

After some time, Beth began quieting, taking deep breaths and swallowing repeatedly. Finally she let go of Chad and reached for the tissues herself, blowing her nose and wiping at her face. She looked up a Chad. "God, I'm a mess," she said. She spoke slowly and haltingly, her voice hoarse. She looked around at the three boys and the younger girl, all quietly regarding her except Gabriel, who had picked up the paddle and was making Ninja moves with it. "I didn't know," she said quietly. "I never realized. How much it hurt. How humiliating it was. God help me, I thought you guys were just being – being big babies, like you always had been." She sniffled, blew her nose again loudly, and looked up at Chad. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry..." Tears began leaking out of her eyes again and she stopped talking and held a tissue to her face, then gripped Chad hard and held him for a minute. She finally let go and wiped her face again. "I was so mean to you guys. Both of you. I smacked Chad's butt all those times, and I watched him poop over the patio drain, and I made fun of his boy stuff. It's not true, you know. What I said about you guys' boy stuff? You have pretty nice cocks and balls, really. All three of you. Just as big as anybody else's at your level of development. Even you, Chad. You're quite respectable, hard, really. You're just a shrinker – your dick disappears into your body when it's soft. Some guys just do that. There's showers and there's growers, and you're a grower. But it's kinda cute, and that's a real plus. Besides, you've just started to grow – you're going to have a real gem of a tool there in another year or so. Yeah, Tommy's is probably going to be bigger, but bigger impresses the other boys more than the girls when you get right down to it. After you get decently sized, that is. Girls don't like tiny ones, but anything over 6 inches and the extra isn't that important. Too big and they hurt."

"No shit, Sherlock," Dakota said. "You scream bloody murder."

Ignoring the interruption, Beth went on in her hoarse, choked voice. "You other guys are all okay, too. I know I called you dinky dicks and stuff like that, but I've seen all your stuff, and it's not bad. I don't know why I kept making fun of you. You're actually all kind of cute naked. I bet both of you have girls mooning over your stuff in their own beds right now, giving the man in the boat a good workout. There's something about you boys before you get all hairy that's very compelling."

She looked at Chad. "You look so much like Dad," she said. "I think Mom hates that, and that's why she's always treated Tommy better. You're the spitting image of him from head to toe – you've got his eyes, you've got his hair, you walk like him – you've even got his dick. He had a perfect dick, respectable in size and perfectly proportioned, just like yours. Tommy's is quite a lot like Dad's, too, but you really notice it in Chad. Mom's never liked you guys' dicks, and I think that's why." She fixated on Tommy. "She always liked you best," she said, her voice choking up a minute. "Because you were a boy, but you didn't look like Dad, not that much. Except for your dick, and she didn't have to see that most of the time. I always hated it that she liked you best. I mean, I'm the only girl – why didn't she like me at least as much? I guess when I got the chance to take that out on you I-well, I took it. I didn't think of what effect that would have on you. That paddling in the yard –I didn't know how much paddling's like that hurt! Not until Dakota – until she broke the paddle over me."

"My pleasure," Dakota said sardonically.

"Yeah," Beth said. "And having to be naked – I thought it would be like it was when I took my clothes of in front of Izzy the first time – you know, you're kind of excited to be showing yourself. But it isn't like that. It's different when everyone else has clothes on, and they're looking at you like you're a cockroach or something."

She blew her nose and wiped her face again. "I'm blubbering like a baby," she said. "It's time to quit whining and grow a pair, so to speak. I asked for it, and I got it. I deserved more, I guess but you're so sweet, Chad, and you too, Tommy. Chad, you remind me so much of Dad when you take charge like that. And Tommy, I know why you used the big paddle on me, and I can't say you were wrong to do it. Although it hurts like Jesus, Joseph, and Mary combined. Thank you for stopping at 5 when I deserved 10 or 20. I saw how Chad has grown into his big brother role to you in the last few days. It kind of hurt yesterday when guys closed ranks around each other. But Chad earned that by being a good brother, and, Tommy, and I hope you guys will forgive me and give me another chance to be a good sister to you. But if you can't forgive me, I understand." She leaned into Chad and hugged him again. Tommy stood, looking stony, then suddenly broke and rand over and hugged the two of them. A tear dripped out of Chad's eye and plopped on Tommy's head, and then a second, but he ignored it, fighting back his own emotions. Tommy squeezed his wet eyes shut, and Beth sobbed quietly against Chad, her ample chest heaving. After awhile they released each other simultaneously. The two boys gave their faces impatient, manly swipes to brush away the wetness around their eyes, and Beth, using Chad's leg as a prop, struggled to her feet, panting and gasping in pain as her ruined, almost purple butt protested. "Can I go? It's going to be a bitch peeing."

Chad looked at Dakota. "Why not," Dakota said. "If all you boys are going to get all chummy, we girls may need to start sticking together. She looped an arm around Beth's back. "Come on, babe – time for the cunt people to stick together." The two of them slowly moved to the door and went out.

"Someone needs to go tell Mom we're done," Chad said. Gabriel started toward the door, bare genitals flapping. "Best make that Jesse," Chad said, looping an arm around Gabriel and stopping him. "Mom has a thing about naked boys downstairs," he warned.

"Aye, Aye, Captain," Gabriel said, saluting. Jesse shot out the door, returning several minutes later that his mom had said he could spend the night as long as the boys went to bed at a decent hour. A few minutes later both mothers were at the door of the bedroom. "It's getting late," Mrs. Henson said. "You boys get in bed and lights out in 15 minutes, and I'd better not hear any talking in here. I'm going to see Mrs. Ericson out to her car. Gabriel, you can get your underpants and go to your room."

"I sleep here with Chad now," Gabriel said. "He's the big brother."

"He's kind of a big brother to all of us," Jesse added.

Mrs. Henson blinked at this, then her face softened. "Well, big brother, get all your little brothers into sleep clothes and into bed, then," she said. She started to leave, then stuck her head back in the door. "By the way, I'm proud of how you boys have comported yourselves. I'm not thrilled about your behavior starting all this, young man," she said to Tommy, "but you've acquitted yourself well, and Chad, I've very proud of you. I sometimes forget to tell you that. You're so much like your father – and not just the bad parts. He had good parts, you know. He was so handsome when we first got married, and so caring. Somewhere that got lost." She looked a bit misty-eyed. "I must see Jesse's mother out. I asked if you had any pajamas but she said she didn't think you needed any, right?" she added.

"I'm fine. Goodnight, Mrs. Henson," Jesse said.

"Goodnight, Mom," Chad added.

"Night, Mom," Tommy and Gabriel chorused. Mrs. Henson looked at Gabriel and her eyes glistened. "I won't come in without knocking," she said. "And I won't come in at all if you're quiet in here when I come back upstairs." Smiling at them, she firmly shut the boys' door.

"I gotta pee," Gabriel said.

"Me, too," Jesse agreed. "I wonder if Tommy's sister's out of the bathroom yet."

"Who cares?" Gabriel said. "We've seen her naked, she's seen us. We're just peeing."

"Okay," Jesse said, and the two of the raced out the door.

Chad picked up Gabriel's underpants and dropped them in the hamper. "I'm sorry, too," he said to Tommy. "I shoulda stopped Beth sooner."

Tommy stopped and looked across at Chad in surprise. "No you did right, you and Gabriel and Jesse. I deserved everything you guys did to me," he said. "I was a jerk. I'm still a jerk. I really did want to hurt Jesse. I don't know why – sometimes I just see him so happy and I want to hurt him. Still. Like this afternoon, I was planning on telling him something that I knew would hurt him. Something I did today. I knew it would hurt him, but I was going to tell, anyway."

Chad glared at him. "You don't deserve Jesse, you know," he said. "He loves you. He loves you more than any friend I've ever seen. And if you hurt him, so help me, I'll rip your balls right off you with my bare hands, and then rip your dick off for good measure, and stuff them both down your throat so the neighbors won't hear you yelling when I kick your butthole backwards through your throat!" Tommy stared at Chad in surprise. Then he burst out laughing.

"You wouldn't do that," he said. "Because that would hurt Jesse, too."

Chad felt genuinely like smiling for the first time all evening. "Okay, so I wouldn't do that stuff. But I'd be really mad. Because Jesse really, really loves you, as much as guys love their girlfriends, as much as anyone loves anyone. And you don't deserve it, but he does. And if you do something to hurt that and hurt him, then you're nothing but a big weenie."

"I know," Tommy said. "But it's okay if you remind me now and then."

"And that thing you were going to tell him," Chad said. "Promise me you won't. Really, truly promise me."

Footsteps like galloping giraffes thumped outside the door, and Jesse and Gabriel burst in, giggling.

"We had to run all the way downstairs – the girls wouldn't let us in," Jesse said, ripping his shirt and pants off in a flurry of motion. "And Gabriel was naked! But your Mom was outside, so she didn't see us." He kept undressing as he talked, so in moments, he was as nude as Gabriel and Tommy. Chad, who'd stripped to his underwear, shrugged and pulled off his underpants, too. Tommy and Jesse were already pulling the sheets back from Tommy's bed, and Gabriel had cannonballed into Chad's. Not even feeling self-conscious with his genitals on display for a change, Chad walked across the room, his penis actually dangling a bit and swaying for a change instead of being an embarrassing button, and turned off the light. Sure, he said to his male anatomy. Now you look good. Where were you when the girls were looking at me two weeks ago?

As usual, the room was very dim with the light out and only the streetlight illuminating the dim forms in it. Chad climbed into bed by dint of long practice and turned on his side toward Gabriel, away from his brother and Jesse rather than the other direction as they'd been sleeping. "Give them some space," he whispered to Gabriel, nudging him to turn him that direction as well. Gabriel had been watching Jesse and Tommy trying to embrace surreptitiously under the covers, their stealth ruined by Jesse's giggling. "We'll face this way."

"If you're good and lie still," Chad whispered back. "And no making noises when you cum." Jesse and Tommy were whispering to each other behind him, apparently negotiating some activity with excited hisses. Chad doubted that they would be aware of anything he and Gabriel were doing any time soon.

"I'll be quiet," Gabriel whispered back. "And I'll rub yours back when I'm done, if I'm not too sleepy," he added.

"That's all right," Chad said. "Either way." And it was all right. He was more into girls, he was pretty sure of that. But that didn't mean he should turn down the chance for a little pleasure now and then, just because it came from someone who also had a penis. In fact, maybe, just maybe, he was ready for that sleepover with Alan. He wiggled his butt settling into the mattress, letting his now hardening penis nestle into the crevice between Gabriel's butt cheeks, and slipped his left hand around the warm, squirming, smaller boy, finding and gripping the hard little penis he found there, so alike and yet so different from his own.

Gabriel sighed as Chad began gently stroking the small member, using his own backwards fingers technique. He pressed his butt backwards into Chad's groin, enjoying the feeling of Chad's hard on there while knowing that its owner would be content to just leave it there, and would never, ever, try to invade him without invitation. "You're the best big brother ever," he whispered.