Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 14

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 14
by Chadlad

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Chapter 14: Tommy Gets it in the End

"But—but—you can't do that! People will see me!" Tommy complained.

Beth laughed. "They will if you keep yelling like that. So maybe you'd better be quiet."

"But—but—what if someone looks over the fence?" Tommy said, more softly this time.

"Then they'll see you getting a bare-butt paddling, I guess," Beth said calmly. "But if it makes you feel any better, there's no one looking over the fence right now."

Tommy didn't like this turn of events at all. The back yard was too open. Anyone could just come down the side of the house and there they'd be. And anyone who wanted to look over the fence could, at any time. And he was getting spanked naked!

"But— but…" Tommy protested a third time.

"Your butt, little brother. Bare naked. Getting paddled," Beth said flatly. "Right now." She paused, letting that soak in, then went on. "What's all the stalling about, anyway? I thought you said you had to pee so bad you couldn't stand it."

"I dooooooo!" Tommy moaned, Beth's mentioning of it suddenly reminding him that he really, really had to go, even if they were in the back yard and he was about to get paddled. He squeezed the end of his penis harder. In the background he heard a feminine giggle, obviously from Dakota, since Beth was standing beside him. He hated having to hold himself in public like a toddler this way, but he hated the idea of peeing his pants more.

"Then shut up and let us get you ready for your paddling. As soon as you're all the way naked, we'll point you where you can pee," Beth ordered.

Tommy stopped protesting, but continued to dance from foot to foot. "We'll start with your socks and shoes," Beth said. Tommy felt a pair of hands tugging upward on his left foot. He obediently raised it and the small, unseen hands pulled off his shoe and his sock. He wondered who had his foot – probably Gabriel, he decided. The grass under his bare foot felt cool. He obediently raised the other foot when prompted, shortly planting a second bare foot in the moist, spongy turf. No question about it, he was definitely outside.

"Do his shirt next," Beth said. Tommy felt a tug on the front of his dress shirt, felt buttons being undone and cool air on his chest as his shirt parted. "You're going to have to let go of your little dink so we can take your shirt off, Tommy," Beth said. Again Tommy heard feminine giggling, off to the one side of him. It definitely must be Gabriel who was undressing him. In some ways, he found that a bit of relief – at least it wasn't a girl who would shortly be removing his underpants and viewing his genitals up close!

Tommy cautiously let go of his penis. He felt damp heat flow immediately onto the front of his underpants. It took all his concentration to clamp down on his sphincter and make it hold for the moment. Dang – he'd leaked onto his underpants, possibly his pants, too. He hoped it wasn't a big spot and that nobody would notice.

That hope died immediately. "The big meany peed himself," Gabriel announced from close range. "Look, you can see the spot." Tommy felt his shirt being tugged up his arms and obediently raised them so it could be pulled off. Feeling like a toddler for wetting himself, Tommy remembered Beth's threat to use his underpants as a gag. He hoped she'd been bluffing.

Tommy could feel the air of the outside on his bare chest. He tried to picture how he must look to the others – standing somewhere in the shade in the yard, his feet and chest bare, blindfold over his eyes, a damp spot on the front of his dress pants, being prepared for a painful paddling. His pants would come next, and then his underpants, and then he'd be naked out in the open, where anyone who happened by would see his – his – well, his everything. He hated the thought they were going to do it in the open. It meant that if he cried too loudly he'd be heard over the fence in the adjoining yards. He might even attract an audience of people peering over the fence to see what the commotion was, and if they did, there he'd be stretched out naked over his cousin's lap, getting his bare butt beat! Kids might even hear him out on the street if he cried too loudly! He felt an odd twinge in his loins, a kind of rising excitement not unlike sexual longing. He felt his dick twitch in his pants. Not now, he thought. He realized that the thought of being naked outside had a kind of excitement to it. But not with his sister and her friend and his female cousin looking on! Not if he was getting his bottom tanned at the same time! He penis, traitor to this thoughts, twitched again driven by the sheer naughtiness of being naked outside and by his need to go.

At that thought, Tommy began dancing again with even greater pee urgency. A small squirt escaped him, adding to the hot dampness surrounding his genitals. Immediately he heard Gabriel who had to be standing right in front of him, comment, "Better hurry up – the spot on the front of his pants just got bigger!" Tommy felt his face grow hot with shame – it was bad enough to have peed his pants, even if it was just a little bit, but to have his cousins and brother and sister witness it! He took solace in the fact that Beth had assured him no one was looking over the fence, so his shame would be known only to his immediate family. At least Jesse wasn't there witnessing his shame.

Immediately he realized he actually didn't feel that way at all – he felt a powerful longing, wishing Jesse was there, even if he was just watching silently. Why was he thinking about Jesse so positively again? He ought to hate the little asshole! His butt still ached where Jesse had smacked him with such anger. His brother Chad had been the one to bring him to tears, it was true, but Jesse's words had been a big part of that. He should hate Jesse, yet he found himself wishing Jesse was there, witnessing his humiliation, watching Tommy pay for what he'd wanted to do to him, and for what he'd said. If Jesse were there now, Tommy vowed, he'd look right at him, let Jesse see that Tommy knew he deserved this punishment, would take it willingly, if they could just be friends again. He wanted to see Jesse smile at him, his little round face beaming, as Jesse had so many times in the past. Another squirt of pee escaped him, and he was barely able to clamp down. He could feel the hot wetness spreading.

"The spot's getting bigger," Gabriel reported from right in front of Tommy. The little twerp must have his eyes glued on my crotch, Tommy thought to himself. Beside him, he heard Beth sigh.

"Better get him the rest of the way undressed before it's running down his leg," she suggested. "Go ahead and take down his pants." Tommy flinched slightly as small hands touched his lower stomach and grasped his waistband, undoing the slide clasp and brushing his penis as they pulled down his zipper. His penis, still hard, was in the embarrassing upward pointing position, the tip barely under his waistband and the shaft swelling the front of his underwear. It immediately felt cooler as his underwear fly was exposed and the dampness on it began to evaporate in the light breeze. Hands slid down his back and under his pants, pulling them away from his butt and sliding them over the gentle, boyish curve and down past his knees. He noticed the hands carefully avoiding touching his damp front. "Step out," Beth ordered, and Tommy lifted first one foot and then the other as the pants were tugged off. He stood there, still shifting from foot to foot, acutely aware that only his damp-fronted underpants protected his barely concealed modesty. He wasn't worried about the quartet who were in the yard with him so much – they'd seen him naked already that day. But what if one of the Winstons or their granddaughters happened to look over the wall? What if Serena came by, and came to the back yard when no one answered the door? It would be just like her—she did that all the time. He didn't think he could stand to have Serena see him this way, standing in his freshly peed underpants, then being paddled like a little kid by his younger cousin, with all his bare boy parts hanging out! His bladder kept contracting, threatening to overwhelm his control and soak his underwear, it taking all his concentration to hold the pee back.

"Can we hurry up?" Tommy asked in pleading tones. "I don't think I can hold it much longer."

"If I were you, I wouldn't be in such a rush," Beth said. "The sooner you get naked, the sooner you get paddled." But the small hands returned to Tommy's sides, gripping the waistband of his underwear. Tommy shuddered at the touch, but held still as the hands paused, then slowly and inexorably began drawing his underpants slowly and steadly downward, his penis snapping down to its horizontal position as it was freed, his butt feeling suddenly cool in the open air, his genitals cooling quickly as urine evaporated off of him. An idle thought hit him – this was probably the last time today his butt would feel cool --it'd get plenty hot soon enough. It's the kind of thing he'd have said to Chad a few weeks ago when he was in this situation, laughing at his cleverness. It didn't seem so clever or funny now.

"Step out," Beth ordered as he felt the underpants puddle at his feet. Tommy lifted one foot and then the other, feeling his underpants depart. He was naked! Naked in the open, in the back yard! He was suddenly incredibly conscious of his jutting bottom, and could not help running his hands over his flanks. A giggle erupted again from somewhere to one side of him. Dakota must have moved.

"When can I pee?" Tommy asked plaintively. "Now? Here? I really gotta go!"

"No kidding, Mr. Peepee Pants!" Beth said sardonically. She seized his shoulders and pushed him ahead several feet, turning him slightly to the side. "This will do," she said. "Here, you can aim him," she said to someone nearby. A small hand took Tommy's penis firmly and pointed it slightly downward. From its size and feminine softness he deduced that it was Dakota who was handling him.

Tommy almost moaned aloud in relief as he finally was able to relax his bladder. He felt liquid surging through him as he peed powerfully out in front of him, his penis still rock hard. Whoever had hold on him was moving his penis in little circles, obviously playing with aiming the stream. He heard more giggling from a few feet away, startling him and making him stop his stream briefly, so that he had to concentrated to start up again. So it wasn't Dakota who was aiming him after all – from the size of the hand that only left Gabriel. Funny, Dakota hadn't seemed so prone to giggling earlier that day. But he hadn't peed in front of her before, either – maybe that was what had set her off. As he finished and contracted his hips several times to squeeze out the final drops, he felt his penis being shaken wildly, then released. What an odd thing for Gabriel to do – most boys gave their penises a nonchalant little shake and stopped at that when they'd finished peeing – do any more and it looked like you were playing with it, and some other boy was bound to say something. Perhaps Gabriel had been the giggler, and it was the more inexperienced Dakota who was shaking him off so wildly. Chad had neither feminine hands nor a high-pitched giggled like that.

Tommy hated the blindfold, he realized. He felt so helpless and vulnerable with it on – here he was naked outside, and he couldn't see if anyone was looking over the fence, or even who was looking at him and from what angle. He wondered if that was why Beth had put it on him, to make him feel helpless. Well, if it was, it certainly worked.

The hand had released his penis, leaving Tommy standing there lamely not knowing what to do with his arms. He finally crossed them over his chest, although what he wanted to do was cover his genitals. For some time, no one said anything – he just heard birds, and rustling noises, and things creaking and clicking that he couldn't identify. His penis had drooped after peeing, but only a little – it felt like a giant hose hanging on him. Every time he shifted position he could feel it swaying, the light breeze playing over it and over his bare buttocks as well. Couldn't they just paddle him and get it over with? He was about to speak up and beg them to get on with it when Beth spoke.

"Okay, now it's time to prepare you for paddling. First we've got to clean you off where you peed yourself like a big baby." She took Tommy by the shoulders and aimed him back the other way, pushing him ahead a few steps and then stopping him. "Stand right there. Just keep your arms where they are, but spread your legs father apart." Tommy complied, separating his feet until they were wider than his shoulders. A sopping wet cloth suddenly enveloped his genital region, scrubbing his lower stomach, his groin, and his protruding genitals from all sides, pulling his penis out and scrubbing it, kneading his balls until he winced, and generally causing discomfort to all of his personal equipment. A firmly planted hand on his butt steadied him as this was accomplished, a reasonably small hand, probably too small to be Chad's or Karen's or Beth's. The hand and cloth departed, followed by an equally thorough scrubbing with a dry towel, a distinctly different-feeling hand on his butt this time. So Dakota and Gabriel were taking turns working on him. Whichever one had him this time was being considerably more gentle with his boy parts, Tommy noted to his relief. The towel and hand departed, leaving his crotch area feeling cooler but fresher.

"Next we need to do a butt inspection," Beth announced. "Turn around, Tommy, so you're facing the other way, bend over as far as you can, and spread your butt as far as you can for inspection," Beth ordered.

"You don't have to look there," Tommy protested. "You washed me there a little while ago, remember? And I only peed a little bit on myself – it didn't get back to my butt."

"That was then, this is now," Beth snapped. "You might have gotten a bad case of the Hershey squirts to go with your little weenie fountain for all I know. So bend over and spread those cheeks, little bro, and we'll see for ourselves," Beth countered.

Feeling even more vulnerable, Tommy turned what he judged to be half way around, bent at the waist, and lowered his head as far as he could. He then reached back with both hands and grasped each side of his butt, pulling his cheeks apart. His butt felt tense and firm in his hands, and was still slightly sensitive and sore from the spankings he'd gotten earlier. He wondered how it would feel in a few moments. Not good, that was certain. The light breeze traveled across his butt and down his butt crack, making his butt hole twitch. Darn, there was that giggling again! Tommy could feel his face grow hot as he blushed, thinking about the picture he must make for anyone who might be looking over the fence or come down the side into the back yard, bent double with his butt spread. He could feel his genitals thrust out behind him, probably also visible from behind.

"Wider," Beth suddenly commanded. "Get those legs farther apart, too!"

Tommy stepped his legs farther apart, then pulled harder on his butt, feeling the strain on the tender skin between his legs. An arm circled Tommy's waist, steadying him, and then a cold, wet cloth suddenly contacted his butt crack and began scrubbing uncomfortably on his butt hole and the skin between his butt hole and his balls. The cloth moved up and down, digging further into his butt hole with each pass and scrubbing down the ridge between his legs painfully. He could feel sharp fingernails under the cloth. Tommy gritted his teeth to tough it out, waiting for the scrubbing to stop. It went on much longer than he thought necessary, but finally the cloth was removed, his butt crack now feeling cold as the water evaporated from it in the light breeze. He could feel his butt hole and balls both puckering up and contracting in the cold. The fluffy towel followed once again, the touch now soft and devoid of fingernail scratching. Gabriel, Tommy reasoned. Beth had probably done the washing – she was proud of her long, predatory nails. The towel departed, and he waited for permission to straighten up, but the person holding him let go and another person stepped up to his side, a powerful hand immediately circling his waist and continuing to hold him down.

Moments later, he felt ice-cold drops of something land on his butt and down his butt crack, making him shiver. Lotion, he realized. The hand holding him tightened, and a matching hand with sharp fingernails began rubbing the lotion in, starting with the outside sections of his butt and working inward to his crack, until finally strong fingers were massaging lotion between his legs and around his balls. A fingernail stabbed him right between the legs, about an inch under his butt hole. "Owwww!" Tommy protested. "That hurt!" He started to let go of his butt, but Beth chided him.

"Keep that butt apart, mister," she ordered from over top of him. Well, that solved the mystery of who was enjoying torturing him with her nails. "I'll tell you when you can straighten up."

"Just watch the fingernails, okay?" Tommy said. In reply, another fingernail stabbed him, this time nearer his balls.

"Oops," Beth said insincerely as Tommy stiffened again. "Did I poke 'um's little bottom? I'm so sorrrry!" She punctuated this remark by stabbing him again with a fingernail, this time poking the center of his butt hole. Tommy lurched, but managed to hold onto his butt, realizing that the more he protested, the more she was going to torture him. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. Beth gave him another poke, this time right at the base of his balls, then seemed satisfied when he flinched but stopped protesting. Her hand traveled upward until it was massaging lotion directly on his butt hole, then pressing inward on the center until the fingertip slid in about half an inch, pushing lotion in with it. The finger then continued to circle his butt hole, slipping in farther and farther each time, as Tommy fought to keep his balance and not cry out each time he was penetrated. He could feel the edges of her fingernail barely scraping the inside of his hole, and he tensed each time she thrust, sure that this time he'd feel searing interior pain rather than just the dull scrape. On the final shove, Beth's finger went all the way in, burrowing deeper and deeper into his insides until it felt like he had an entire kielbasa up his butt. He contracted his butt hole, but the finger was undeterred, rotating back and forth in his butt several times, probing all sides of his rectum. Between his legs, his penis gave a lurch as Beth passed a particularly sensitive spot.

"Do you have to do that? You're making me all weird inside!" Tommy whined. He heard more giggling from back between his legs. He wondered at the sound – it had sounded like two giggles that time – were Dakota and Gabriel both laughing now? Sure, they could laugh. They weren't bent over in the back yard butt naked with his sister reaming their asses while everyone in the household watched. Her finger felt so peculiar inside him – upsetting and roiling his insides, yet making the end of his penis tingle and stuff inside him get all tickly. As she continued, the powerful feelings provoked by the finger probing in his butt increased. He was especially conscious of the disconcerting way it had made his penis get progressively harder, especially when Beth would pass a certain spot on the front side of his rectum. Something inside him kept responding to that contact, making his penis lurch each time she rotated that direction. "Stop it!" Tommy exclaimed, as he felt the familiar liquid pressure building inside him, somewhere behind his penis, that always came before orgasm.

"Hush," Beth ordered. "I'll remove my finger when I'm good and ready. I don't recall you listening to anyone else when they complained that something hurt them, if you know what I mean."

"But it makes me feel all funny," Tommy protested, panting now, in part because of his bent over condition, and in part because he was nearing orgasm.

"I believe I told you to hush," Beth said. "For your disobedience, you get two fingers."

To Tommy's dismay, a second fingertip pushed hard on his butt hole next to the first one, forcing it open and then sliding slowly inward, stretching him unbearably. Tommy moaned and would have straightened up, but Beth pushed down harder on him and slid her finger all the way in. Tommy bit his lip hard to keep from crying out. It felt like his hole was being stretched open about a foot. His feelings of nearing orgasm collapsed instantly. "Hurts, doesn't it!" Beth commented. "You know, my two fingers are probably no bigger around than your dick when you're excited. Think about what that means."

Tommy did think about it. Was this how it had felt to Gabriel? Like his butt hole was being stretched apart? Beth shifted her fingers, sending another searing pain through Tommy. "Aaaaaaaaaaah!" he gasped, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. No wonder Gabriel was so mad. At that moment, Tommy realized he needed to tell Gabriel that he hadn't realized what it had been like for him, that he was sorry, but just then Beth abruptly withdrew both fingers, causing searing pain as she pulled them out of him. Tommy squeaked and straightened up as Beth released him, clenching his butt together and rising on his toes trying to squeeze out the burning pain. He massaged his butt cheeks over his butt hole with both hands. At the same time, he could feel the strain on the base of his penis as it thrust out in front of him, harder than he remembered it ever being. He could imagine it bobbing in front of him, the head swollen and red. The urge to touch it was
overwhelming, but he clenched his butt tightly instead, already humiliated at the picture he was making for his siblings and cousins and, of course, Karen. He didn't need to add to that picture. His rectum burned, feeling all stirred up and unsettled.

"Okay, I'd say Tommy's butt is ready for a good, long bare butt paddling," Beth announced. "The lotion will soften his skin so he can take many blows without blistering. It also will make each blow with the paddle sting more as well. Turn back around again, Tommy," Beth ordered. Tommy obeyed, wondering if his paddling was finally going to start now. On one hand, he wanted to get it over with, and get out of this public place where anyone might look over the wall and see him any moment. On the other hand, he couldn't imagine how much it was going to hurt to be paddled, and a part of him wanted to delay that as long as possible. He stood there, now trembling visibly, his heart racing.

Then Beth dropped her next bombshell. "Okay, now we want to be sure that your paddling will involve nothing but pain and that you won't enjoy it in any way at all, so before Gabriel begins spanking you, you're going to have to make yourself cum," she said.

Tommy froze. He swallowed, not sure he'd heard her right. "You want me to what?" he asked.

"Cum," Beth said. "Jerk off. Spank the monkey. Pound the porpoise. Exercise the donkey. Make the one-eyed man stand and salute. Beat your meat. Flog the dolphin. Scrape your grapes, sauté the sausage, turn Japanese. Relish the hotdog, pat the Robertson. Sample the secret sauce. Summon the genii. Varnish the banister. Liquidate the inventory. Take matters into your own hands, use the self-service pump, wrestle the one-eyed weasel, milk the lizard, shake hands with your best friend. Take your stupid boy dick in you stupid hand and rub it until you squirt your stupid few measly little boy drops, so that we can get on with paddling your stupid butt," Beth commanded.

"Here?" Tommy said, his voice rising an octave. "In the open?"

"I thought you said you liked doing it in the open. You said it was more exciting," Beth challenged.

"But not in the back yard," Tommy whined. "What if someone comes in, or looks over the fence while I'm doing it?"

"No one is looking over the fence. No one is even out in their yards right now. The Winstons drove off somewhere awhile ago. I haven't seen any action in the Arroyo household at all," Beth said, referring to the family who occupied the house on the other side of them. "And we won't let anyone come down the sides of the house while you're doing it, so those of us in the back yard now are the only ones who will see you," Beth said. "Now you'd better hurry up and do it, before someone does come out in their yard."

Tommy reached over with his right hand and grabbed the tip of his hard penis tentatively. The thing was, Beth's probing of his butt had made him horny as hell for some reason, even though his rectum still burned and his anus ached. He really did need release. But what if someone came along? "You're sure no one is watching from next door," he said.

"Absolutely positive. Isn't that right, Chad?" Beth asked.

"No one is watching from next door," Chad said immediately.

Tommy gave his penis a tentative stroke, causing an immediate wave of pleasure. He was super horny. It would only take half a minute to get release. And he couldn't very well disobey Beth – she might decide he needed to move to the front yard instead. "Oh, and one more thing," Beth added. "You need to say, loudly and clearly, 'I'm cumming!' when you get ready to cum, or I'll make you do it again. Now get to work."

Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, Tommy began masturbating, rubbing his penis with the practiced ease of many nights' experience. His hips began involuntary thrusts almost immediately as the pleasure built up and flowed through him. In some ways this was more exciting than normal – he was outside, after all, doing something very, very nasty where anyone could see him. Pulses began building inside him and the liquid pressure that he was so familiar with settled into the base of his penis. He grimaced and rose on his toes, remembering at the last minute to call out "I'm cumming!" just before the familiar spurt of liquid shot out, the dribble that always followed it drizzling down the underside of his penis to be rubbed into his penis head by his still furiously stroking hand. The pleasure subsided and he settled back down on his feet, still holding his now drooping penis in post orgasmic contentment. He started breathing again.

Tommy was startled by a sudden burst of loud applause. Applause from many pairs of hands. "Do it again! Do it again!" a feminine voice shouted.

"Encore, encore," called another.

"Great show – you can't get that on TV," called a third.

Suddenly the tape was ripped from his blindfold, and it, too was ripped off, leaving Tommy blinking in the suddenly blinding light. As his vision cleared, he stared in horror. There were at least 6 girls seated in chairs in the yard not 10 feet away in a semicircle, all facing him where he stood holding his still dripping penis.

Beth was standing beside him. "Tommy," she said formally. "I'd like you to meet Girl Scout Troop 182."

"Actually, we're Juniors," a blond haired girl seated in the center said. "Karen is our senior leader."

"They're working on their patch collections," Karen said. "So I called up their moms and asked if I could present them a unit in human reproductive anatomy and functioning in boys using a live model. These are the ones whose moms said yes."

Tommy, frozen in astonishment up to this point, finally realized that an entire troop of Girl Scouts was gaping at him standing there holding his dick, and had obviously just watched him jerk off with great enthusiasm. He clapped both hands over his genitals and dropped to the ground, hunching over his crotch to block their view. "Beth!" he wailed, stretching it out into two syllables and making his voice go up almost an octave at the same time.

Beth looked at Tommy with disdain. "You might as well get back up, you moron! They've already seen everything you have from both front and back, remember? They've seen your boy parts, they've seen you pee, you spread your butt for them and showed them your butt crack, and they've seen you jerk off. What secrets could you possible have left?"

Tommy remained hunched over his crotch, both hands firmly planted over his genitals. He could feel the slimy slipperiness of his ejaculate where he'd smeared it on himself. "Make them go away," he begged. "Please, make them go away!" His face was bright red now, almost glowing in his embarrassment. He'd played with himself right in front of them – just a few feet away! He glanced up, briefly, hoping they were leaving, but the circle of girls were still comfortably seated in their lawn chairs. He noticed that they each had soft drinks and appeared to be settled in for a long stay. To his dismay, he suddenly realized that Jessica and Vanessa were seated side by side on his left, and another girl from his class, Deanna Aratyunyan, was seated on the right, smiling angelically at him. Tommy lowered his head again, clutching his genitals more tightly.

"Come on," Deanna chimed in. "We've already your boy stuff anyway, we just want to see it up close."

"I took off your pants," Jessica said.

"But I got to pull down your underpants, so I got the best view," Vanessa added. "You were so cute when you started rubbing yourself! And you should have seen the look on your face when you squirted! You were all frowny!"

"I washed your weenie," another girl chimed in.

"And I dried it," said still another. "But Beth did your butt. We didn't want to touch it until we were sure it was clean."

"Okay, girls," Karen said cheerfully. "That's how boys pleasure themselves, by rubbing their penises rapidly until they squirt out semen. Squirting out semen is called ejaculation, although most people call it 'cumming.' The young boy you just saw make himself ejaculate is just in the beginning of puberty. Thus, his genitals have grown some already and are quite a bit bigger than those of little boys, but they're not anywhere near man-sized yet. Gabriel, would you like to come over here and show them your immature penis for contrast? No? Well, okay, perhaps you'll show us later. In a few more years, Tommy's penis will probably be somewhere between 5 ½ and 6 ½ inches long when erect, and much bigger around as well than it currently is. You'll notice that he produced only small amounts of semen when he ejaculated, but you have to be careful of it anyway – it still could make you pregnant. As he gets older, the amount he produces will undoubtedly increase. Of course, that depends on how often he plays with himself. Boys who play with themselves frequently, as he undoubtedly does, don't ejaculate as much liquid because they don't have enough time to make very much before their next ejaculation, whereas boys with more restraint than Tommy appears to have ejaculate more copiously."

The blond girl spoke up. "If he's already into puberty, why doesn't he have hair above his weenie? I know little boys don't have hair above their little weenies, but his weenie is lot's bigger -- shouldn't he have some?"

"He had a little hair there to start with," Karen said.

"Not much," Beth muttered.

"But we shaved it off this morning as part of his punishment for his extreme misbehavior," Karen concluded. "His sister felt that if he was going to act immature, he should look immature."

"How come you won't tell us what he did?" Jessica countered.

"Because you don't need to know," Beth snapped. "But it was bad, I can tell you that. If you heard what he'd done, you'd want to paddle him yourselves."

"Can we see his privates up close now that he's done beating off?" the blond girl asked. "We barely got to see them before he started whacking away at himself."

"Of course," Beth replied. "Tommy, scoot forward and lean back on your hands and spread your legs so these girls can get a close-up view of your boy parts."

Tommy hunched even more tightly over himself, still desperately clutching his genitals. Beth sighed. "Looks like he's going to need some persuasion," she said. She walked to the patio table, picking up a pocket knife that was sitting there. In three strides, she was standing at the willow tree at the side of the yard, where she eyed the various limbs for a moment and then selected one that was about pencil width to cut off. While Tommy watched in horror, she quickly stripped the leaves and side branches off of it, finally holding up and brandishing a whippy stalk about 3 feet long, tapering to about half its width at the far end. She waved it through the air, making it whistle as she did, grinning at it with satisfaction.

"Now, Tommy, she said, advancing on the cowering boy. "Are you going to move your hands, scoot forward, and spread your legs to the girls can get a good look at you, or do I have to whip whatever part of you is sticking out until you change your mind and do it anyway?"

"Beth," Karen said. "Be careful with that. I've seen my brothers get whipped on their little butts with switches like that, and they do a lot of damage."

"Yeah," Chad spoke up from where he stood back in the shadows. "They leave red stripes on a kid's butt! When Jimmy got whipped he had welts on his butt for days."

"Aw, come on, Karen," Beth countered. "Your own mom said she'd whipped your brothers on their little dinks and sacks before."

"Not very hard," Karen said. "Not like you were waving it just now. You're apt to draw blood if you hit Tommy that hard anywhere but on his butt. And if you hit his sack that hard you might cause permanent testicular damage."

"Okay, so I'll hit him less hard than that. But it'll still hurt like a mother," Beth said grimly, advancing on Tommy once more. "Now get your little butt over here and uncover your boy parts so the girls can see," she ordered Tommy.

"Better do it, Tommy," Chad said grimly. "You know she means it, and you don't want to be whipped with a switch, trust me." When Tommy hesitated, Chad prompted him again. "No kidding, Tommy. Switches are about the worst thing there is to get spanked with. Just let them see you and get it over with."

Slowly, trembling with fear, Tommy uncovered his crotch and scooted forward, keeping his legs together to hide his privates as much as possible. "Legs apart, young man!" Beth ordered.

Reluctantly, Tommy spread his legs, opening his crotch and revealing his genitals to the excited girls. His penis drooped over his scrotum limply, the head swollen in post- orgasm so that it was somewhat thicker than the shaft. With his legs propped up and spread while he leaned backward on his hands, the area between his legs and even the front edge of his anus was visible. "Ick, he's still got sperm on him," Jessica said.

Beth swooped in with her wet cloth and thoroughly scrubbed his genitals again, removing the residual semen. "Wouldn't want to risk you girls getting any of this on you," she said, roughly toweling her brother dry. The girls crowded forward, eager to examine the naked boy closely. Tommy's penis, now growing cold as the wetness evaporated from it, began shrinking.

"Hey, it's getting littler," one of the other girls said.

"Boys do that when they get cold," Beth said. "Gabriel, run into the house and get a couple of ice cubes.

Gabriel sprinted into the kitchen, coming back in moments with a whole handful of ice cubes, which Beth quickly distributed among the girls. "Here, each of you take one," she said. "Rub them on his dink and his sack." A circle of girls quickly surrounded Tommy, holding cold ice against his private parts from various angles. Tommy tried to move away from their touch, but Beth waved the switch at him threateningly and he froze, submitting to their
ministrations. His genitals felt like one big icicle as they plied him with cold from all angles.

"Look, his sack is getting all tight and wrinkled," one girl said.

"His weenie is getting all little, too!" Vanessa said. "Look, it looks like a little Vienna Sausage!"

"Put ice right on the tip, right against the pee hole," Beth advised. "You can make it almost disappear if you did.

"Stop it!" Tommy begged. "Come on, Beth, make them stop! I can't feel myself any more!"

"Keep going, girls! See if you can make it disappear," Beth urged. Tommy could feel the cold water from the melting ice dripping down between his legs. He tried to close them but the girls were holding them apart now as they shifted their ice around his privates. He'd never been so humiliated in all his life. Finally, Beth examined him and brought a halt to the process.

"That's enough, now, girls," she said. "We don't want to give him frostbite. Stand up, Tommy, and let the girls see you in all your glory now!"

Stiffly, Tommy stood. His genital region was completely numb now. He looked down, startled to see that his genitals resembled Chad's now, his penis a mere button sticking out of his groin, his scrotum so tight to his body that it was a patch of wrinkled skin with his almond-shaped balls swelling it out on either side. "Time for anatomy lesson," Beth said cheerfully, pulling a fine-point black marker from her pocket. "Hold still, Thomas," she chided. She leaned over and pointed at Tommy's protruding button. "As you probably know, this little button is the boy's penis." She wrote "button penis" on Tommy's stomach and made an arrow pointing to the organ in question. The girls laughed at her description, and Tommy blushed. Beth pointed to the wrinkled skin underneath. "This is the boy's testes," she said, writing "baby testes" across his sack with some difficulty due to the rough surface. Tommy bit his lip as the sharp point tracked across his vulnerable orbs. "The bag they're in is called a scrotum." She wrote "scrotum" on his right leg and drew an arrow pointing at his sack. "This is the boy's urethra, where urine comes out of him," she instructed, writing "pee hole" in tiny letters across the tip of his penis, with a tiny arrow pointing to his slit. The girls howled with laughter as they saw what she'd written. "The mushroom shaped part of his penis, what you girls call the head, is properly known as the glans," Beth added, writing "glans" just above where she'd written "pee hole." Tommy looked at the ground in total humiliation, wishing she'd stop naming parts of him and get on with his paddling.

"The rest of his penis, the shaft, we can't see at the moment, because it's hiding in his body. Who wants to come up and help us by bringing his shaft out of hiding?" Five hands immediately shot up. "Okay, let's have someone who hasn't done anything yet – you, Dot! Come on down! You're our next contestant!" The girl in question leaped up and stepped to Tommy's side.

Beth positioned her to Tommy's right, slightly behind him. "Here, put your left arm around him like this, and rest your hand on his butt, that's the way. Now take your other hand and finger his little penis gently."

"Like this?" the girl asked, rubbing her finger tip back and forth over Tommy's button-shaped penis head.

"Yes, that's it," Beth said encouragingly. Tommy shuddered as pleasurable feelings began rising from his penis. How could it feel so good when he was so humiliated? His penis began emerging from hiding, the shaft starting to stretch out so that the girl had a bigger target.

"Rub his butt, too," Beth said. "It encourages them."

The girl began gently caressing Tommy's bottom. "It's so soft!" she said. "How come boy's butts are so soft when the rest of their skin is so rough?"

"Because they're always covered up," Karen said matter-of- factly. "So they don't get toughened in."

"Besides, it makes it easier for us females to control them – their nice, soft butts are really tender and vulnerable, and that makes it easier tokeep them in line with a good spanking," Beth added.

"Or a good paddling," Jessica added. She felt a tingling in her loins, the same tingling she'd felt earlier that day when she'd seen Tommy get his diaper changed in front of her and her friend Vanessa, then watched him get spanked face down on the floor by that younger girl. She'd seen Vanessa's little brother get spanked, once, when she was staying overnight at Vanessa's house. He'd thrown a truck at her when she was teasing him and breaking his mother's lamp instead. He was younger than Tommy, barely nine, but old enough to blush when his mother had yanked his pants and underpants down right there in front of the two girls, exposing his tiny, little-boy penis and the barely visible sack underneath. She'd pulled him across her lap and quickly reddened his white little-boy butt. Jessica had been surprised at how stoically the boy had taken it, stiffening and biting his lip but refraining from crying until his butt was bright red, only at the end breaking into sobs and begging his mother to stop. By the end he'd also begun kicking his legs spasmodically, kicking his pants and underpants off in the process. Jessica had moved quietly to the side by then so that she could look right up between the boy's legs while he was being spanked, so when he started kicking she'd been treated to a full view of his small, pigmented sack from behind, the little penis flopping behind it, and his butt occasionally spreading as he kicked to display, briefly, his tight little pigmented anus, winking at her between his buns, tightening with each kick and then relaxing again. Even since she'd been eager to see a boy from that angle again, bent over someone's lap, legs spread and genitals visible. She felt like she'd won the lottery.

Meanwhile, although Tommy was humiliated beyond belief, his penis had a mind of its own. Despite his fear of the looming bare-butt paddling and the fact he was naked and being handled in front of numerous girls, he was hardening again, his penile shaft emerging from his body. "He's getting all stiff," Dot commented. "It's, like, soft on the outside, but all hard inside," she said, squeezing Tommy's shaft experimentally.

"I want to feel it, too," several girls said simultaneously. Beth held up her hands.

"You'll all get a chance to feel him in a moment," Beth promised. "Dot, you can stop now and let me finish the anatomy lesson." To Tommy's disappointment, Dot dropped his half-hard penis, leaving it swaying between his legs. His sister wrote "shaft" along the length of his penis, this flipped it up so it was pressed against his stomach and the girls could see the underside. "See how the skin under his pee-hole is all twisty and knotted? That's the spot that's most sexually sensitive on boys and men," Beth said. It feels especially good to them to rub it against something, like their hands."

"Or the insides of our twats," one of the girls commented.

"Yes, they especially like putting their penises inside you girls' vaginas," Karen warned. "It's on their minds all the time. You girls have to watch out for that. Boys will say anything to get you to rub their penises or suck them or let you put them inside of you. That doesn't mean they believe what they say, so you can't ever trust them. But you have to be in charge. It's okay to rub a boy's penis for him if you want," Karen added, pausing.

"Do girls really do that? Suck boys' things? With their mouths?" Dot said with a note of incredulity in her voice. "Yuck!"

"Tommy's brother had to suck the dicks of the entire 4th grade as a punishment a few weeks ago," Jessica said, looking over at Chad. "He had to suck each of them until they came 3 times!"

All 6 Girl Scouts snapped their heads around to stare at Chad, some with surprise, some with disdain or superiority. Chad blushed and looked at the ground.

"Lots of girls suck boys' dicks," Karen continued. "It's not bad if they're clean, and they really like it. It gives you a hold on them – they'll do anything to get you to do it – buy you stuff, take you places, the works. You want to bring them in line, just suggest you'll take a few slurps on the ole love pole and you've got them."

"But what do you do when they squirt their stuff?" Dot asked, intrigued. "I wouldn't want that in my mouth -- it looks like snot."

"It's not big deal," Beth replied. "Just tastes kind of salty."

"Doesn't it hurt to have them put their things inside of you?" the blond girl asked. "I can barely get a tampon in there."

"It can hurt a little the first time," Karen admitted. "You need to do a lot of hugging and kissing and touching each other before you let him put it inside of you for the first time. And a little extra lubricant can help, like K-Y jelly or even your own spit."

"Or you could get a partner like Tommy's brother for your first time," Beth cracked. "He'd hung like a hamster – you wouldn't even feel it."

Chad stared at the ground, wishing he was someplace else.

"Get on your back, Thomas," Beth said commandingly, pointing at the ground. "I'll need you in inspection position for the rest of the lesson." Tommy looked pleadingly at her, then sat down slowly, lying on his back and then drawing his legs up by his head and seizing them in each hand, lifting his butt and spreading it so that his genitals and spread butt were now the highest portion of his body. His penis pointed at his face accusingly. That's the source of all this trouble, he thought to himself. If it hadn't gotten hard when Jesse had been rubbing him, none of this would have happened.

Beth leaned over his widely spread legs. "This, of course, is the boy's anus, or butt hole," she said, writing "anus" along one side of the tensed, wrinkled muscle. "It's where solid wastes are excreted from the body."

"Where his poop comes out," Vanessa contributed.

"To put it simply, yes," Beth agreed. "It really doesn't look any different in boys than it does in girls – I'm sure you've all looked at your own in mirrors at one point or another."

"How come it's darker colored than the rest of him?" a girl asked.

"It's the same color as his balls," Chad blurted, then immediately wished he hadn't said anything, as all eyes turned to him. "Well, it is."

"You know, I think he's right," Karen said. "At least, on all the boys I've ever seen naked. I've seen butt holes in all different colors – my brothers' butt holes and sacks are both really light colored, just a little pink, but their butt holes do match their balls. And I've seen boys with brown holes, and their sacks are brown, too. I bet, no matter what the color is, it always matches."

"Lee, you know, the black kid in our class with no balls? His sack is dark brown, browner than his skin, and so was his butt hole," Jessica said. "I bet they all match."

"Why don't you show us yours, guys?" Vanessa said to Chad and Gabriel. "You know, for the sake of research." Chad and Gabriel looked at the ground, causing a burst of laughter from the girls. "I love it when they're shy," Vanessa commented.

"Let's get back to the lesson," Beth said. "This space between his butt hole and his balls, where you girls have your vulva? It's called the perineum in boys. See how it has this ridge running down the middle? That's where he joined together when he was still inside of Mom. If he'd have been a girl, it would have stayed apart like it is in you guys."

"My mom says that's my vagina," one of the quieter girls announced.

"A lot of people make that mistake," Karen said. "The vagina is actually the tube inside a girl, where boys put their penises when they have sex with you. The external genitals on girls are properly called the vulva."

"Sounds like a Swedish car," Dot commented, bringing a round of giggles. "They should give it a cool name, like Mustang."

Beth carefully wrote "perineum" on Tommy, using the ridge of raise skin between his legs as a base guideline. Tommy flinched at the touch of the pen, but kept his legs up in position.

"The perineum is a great place to put pepper sauce when you're punishing boys," Karen added. "You ought to see my brothers dance when my mom does that."

"Oooooh, can we do that to Tommy?" Dot begged.

"Actually, I have something even better," said Beth. "But first, I know I promised each of you girls would have a chance to feel his boy parts for yourselves. Tommy, stay in position and don't move, unless you'd like to feel this switch on your private areas. You girls line up over here and you can each have a turn examining him up close." Tommy stiffened but held on to his legs as the girls eagerly lined up for their turns. Vanessa had gotten herself first in line. She hunkered down beside Tommy's upraised butt and reached out with a tentative finger to poke delicately at the tip of his penis while Tommy watched her with distrust from between his legs. Next, she took the shaft of his organ in her hand and gave it a tentative squeeze, and then a firmer one, giggling when it jumped in her hand. "You're right, Dot – it's soft on the outside but really hard on the inside," she exclaimed. She traced her fingers down the underside. "You can see his pee tube bulging out the bottom," she added, following it down to where his shaft disappeared into his body. She continued downward, nudging each of his balls, then circling them with her fingers, and finally isolating one and pressing on it. Tommy tensed, expecting her to squeeze any moment, but she moved on down, lifting his sack a bit and examining his perineum and anus from close range. "I don't smell anything," she commented. "I thought, this close, it would smell, like, you know, like poo!"

"I'm sure many boys do some of the time, especially if they've just gone and they aren't big on hygiene," Beth began.

"You mean if they don't know enough to wipe their own butts," Dot interrupted.

"Just so," Beth said. "This area on Tommy probably smells like that sometimes, too." Beth said. "But remember that I washed him thoroughly before we started just now. You can touch it if you want, it won't hurt you. Just keep your hands away from your mouth until you wash them with soap and water afterward." Vanessa carefully moved her finger toward Tommy's pursed butt hole, moving slowly like it was a snake about to strike at her. Tommy, under her scrutiny, twitched, his butt hole tightening and pulling in on itself briefly, then returning to its normal resting state. Vanessa jumped and fell backward, startled. The other girls burst out laughing. "Careful, Vanessa," Dot said. "It might bite you!"

Vanessa looked over at Tommy, who shrank under her gaze and looked away. She turned her attention back to his genitals, batting his hard penis to one side and watching as it swung wildly back and forth and then settled down again. Without warning, she took her other hand and centered the index finger on Tommy's butt hole, then drove it in all the way, causing a startled gasp from Tommy, followed by a low moan. His erect penis jumped and he almost let go of his legs, but caught himself when he spied Beth waving the switch near his face. Tommy's face contorted with discomfort as the girl wiggled her finger inside him, poking that sensitive place and making his penis jump each time she did. He could feel the liquid pressure building inside him as rubbed back and forth over that spot, and the head of his penis swelled each time. He began panting with nearing orgasm.

"He's so warm inside!" Vanessa said. "And look – I can make his little penie jump!"

"If you keep doing that he'll probably cum again," Beth observed dryly. Vanessa yanked her finger out of Tommy like she'd been shot. Despite his chagrin and discomfort, Tommy felt an overwhelming disappointment as the pressure within him died. He'd been so close!

Vanessa went off to the hall bathroom to wash her hand, and Dot stepped up next. Over by the fence, Gabriel edged closer to Chad. "How come his dork gets hard when they do that? He acts like he enjoys it," he said, puzzled.

"I don't know," Chad answered. "It hurt like a mother when they did it to me." The girls were surrounding Tommy, each taking a turn handling him and sticking their index fingers up his butt.

"It hurt me that way when that little fuckwad butt fucked me, too," Gabriel said. "I didn't feel even a little bit like cumming."

They stood silently for awhile, watching girls manipulate Tommy's dick and poke at his balls, with an occasional brave girl plunging a finger up his butt to exclaim at the heat inside him. Tommy looked like he wanted to die on the spot. After awhile, Chad commented, "You'd better start watching what you say around here, Gabriel. I like you and I don't want you to get in trouble with Mom or Beth, but they absolutely won't let you use bad words like the f-word. My Mom will wash your mouth out with soap if you do, and she'll probably paddle your bare butt, too. So will Beth, if she hears you."

"No duh," Gabriel said. "I don't say them around her."

"What if you slip and do it some day, or think she'd not around and she really is?" Chad asked.

"Then I get my butt paddled, I guess. It wouldn't be the first time," Gabriel shrugged.

They watched the last girl take her turn at Tommy.

"When do you think I'll get to paddle him?" Gabriel half whispered.

"I don't know," Chad said. "I just work here."

Beth was calling for the girls' attention.

"Before we have my little cousin Gabriel paddle his much older cousin Tommy, I have a special treat for Tommy. Tommy, you missed out on the cinnamon rolls for lunch, and I'll admit that wasn't very fair. So I've decided you'll get your share of cinnamon now," Beth said.

From his position in inspection position on the ground, Tommy groaned. "Can I get up yet?" he asked.

In a moment," Beth said. She pulled a small bottle with an eyedropper in it from her pocket. Taking out the dropper, she leaned over and held it above Tommy's penis, the tip lined up with the knot of twisted skin under his penis. She squeezed the dropper, letting a large drop fall on the knot, spreading out and soaking into the skin. She swiftly moved the dropper until it was over the boy's tightly wrinkled butt hole and pressed the bulb again, this time letting two drops fall on their target. She replaced the dropper. "You can get up now," she said.

Tommy started to look relieved as he let go of his legs, then his face shifted and a look of consternation took over, followed quickly by a look of panic. He stood up quickly, grabbing his penis with one hand, digging between his butt with the other to press on his butt hole. "What did you do to me!" he squealed. "My dick is on fire! And my bottom!" He began dancing around holding his penis with his right hand and digging into his butt frantically with his left. In desperation, he let go of his penis and spit on his right hand, trying to rub spit into the tip of his penis while letting out little panting whoops. At the same time, he pulled his hand out of his butt and spit on it, too, digging back in again and trying to spread the spit on his butt hole. "It burns!" he wailed. "It burns!"

Beth laughed, the other girls joining her as they watched Tommy's frantic antics. He hopped around them in circles, alternately spitting on his hand and rubbing his penis while digging into this butt with the other. The Girl Scouts were in hysterics over his actions. His penis tip was an angry red now where the liquid had landed, the head swollen in a throbbing erection. "Thomas Henson," Beth said. "You've just been introduced to some of the wonderful possibilities involved in the use of cinnamon oil on young boys."