Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 21

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 21
by Chadlad

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Chapter 21: Man's Best Friend

As it turned out, Gabriel's promise that Tommy was still going to suck him "all day" starting with Sunday morning had to be postponed a bit, because the next thing all boys were aware of was Beth's voice calling, loudly and entirely too cheerfully, "Wakey, wakey, scrotes!" Chad blinked, his eyes refusing to open in the brightness of the new day. Beth was standing between his and Tommy's bed in her thong and shorty nightgown, the feminine orbs of her exposed butt facing Chad's bed as she prodded the naked Tommy, exposed and lying face down with his still welted butt facing upwards. Tommy groaned and rolled to his side, trying to block her poking. Dakota stood beside Beth wearing a long flannel "granny" nightgown, her eyes darting immediately to Tommy's penis as soon as he rolled over, trying to protect himself from Beth's poking. Gabriel stirred from where he'd snuggled into Chad during the night, stretching elaborately. Chad was suddenly aware that he and Gabriel were naked as well, with only his sheet protecting him from Dakota's eagerly searching eyes. To make matters worse, he had his usual morning hard-on, a combination of pubescent horniness and the powerful need for his usual morning pee.

"Hey," he said. "Don't you girls know how to knock? We're not dressed, yet!"

"I gotta pee," said Gabriel, hopping unconcernedly out of bed completely naked, his little penis also with a pee hard- on and bouncing as he landed on the ground. He dodged between the two girls and raced out the door to the bathroom, his little butt disappearing into the comparative darkness of the hall. Chad quickly pulled the covers that Gabriel had yanked off back around him to hide his own nakedness, but not before Dakota's searching eyes got a glimpse of his erect member. She looked Chad in the eyes knowingly, letting him know she'd seen him in his what little glory his small member could muster.

Chad blushed and pulled the sheet more tightly around him. Beth was still prodding Tommy. "Chad's right," she said. "It's time for you to get dressed, too. I bet you've gotta go pee so bad you're ready to wet yourself, and I'm not letting you go until you put on the stuff I brought for you. Now get up and stand at attention by your bed."

Tommy, suddenly aware of Dakota's eyes, which were fixed again at his crotch, tried to protect his genitals by covering them with his hands and the rest of his body by rolling into a fetal position with his back against the wall and sliding to the far side of the bed at the same time. He looked at Beth with a combination of fear and suspicion. "What stuff?" he said.

"I said, stand at attention by your bed," Beth said evenly. Tommy slid even further to the far side of his bed and became even more fetal.

"What stuff?" he repeated.

"Dakota?" Beth said, nodding to the younger girl. Dakota's hands came from behind her back, holding the flyswatter. Before Tommy could move, she brought it down on his exposed flank, neatly smacking the side of Tommy's left buttock. She raised it, ready to bring it down again. Tommy yelped as the muscles of his left bun shifted from dull soreness to sudden fresh pain. He scrambled away from the swatter, fleeing out the far side of the bed, out of reach.

"I'm up, I'm up," he protested, still crouching and holding his genitals, but standing on his feet. The tip of his penis protruded from the top of his clutching hands, as he couldn't quite cover his erect penis and his balls at the same time, and he elected to protect the latter.

"Get over here in front of me," Beth ordered. "Straighten up, with your shoulders back. And put your hands on top of your head! You've got nothing to cover up, any way – none of you little scrotes do! Chad and Gabriel are even more pitifully hung than you are, and that's pretty sad, but yours is nothing to write home about, either!"

Tommy remained crouched on the far side of the bed, not moving and trying to watch both girls at once. Beth sighed. "If you will recall," she said. "I told you yesterday that you wouldn't be spanked at all today if you obeyed me completely, and yet here you are, disobeying! I guess I'll have to hold you down and let Dakota warm your little heinie good with the flyswatter! How does about 100 spanks sound, Dakota?"

"No, don't!" Tommy wailed, hobbling toward Beth and reluctantly releasing his genitals to put his hands on his head. His penis, now released, settled to a position slightly above vertical, still swollen by the need to pee. He moved to the prescribed place in front of Beth, looking at Dakota's flyswatter fearfully. Chad noted, with envy, that Tommy's balls, larger than his own, sagged manfully away from his body and swayed slightly as he moved. Behind Dakota, Gabriel slipped back into the room, his penis now soft and drooping over his little scrotal purse. He reached for the underwear he'd taken off the previous night and slipped into them, then to Chad's relief picked up Chad's and tossed them his way.

Chad's relief was short, though, as Beth reached out a hand and snatched his underwear out of the air as it passed. "What have we here?" she said archly, holding his underwear in both hands and inspecting them externally.

"Come on, Beth, give them to me," Chad pleaded, pulling the sheet around him more tightly. Too late, he noted, to his chagrin, that stretched out on his back his penis was making a neat tent in the sheet, a tent that the all-seeing Dakota and Beth both glanced at pointedly before looking back at Chad's face. Tommy, standing at attention, was ignored for a moment. Chad shifted quickly to his side, gripping the sheet for dear life.

Beth held the underwear up for Dakota to see. "This is just what I was telling you about," she said to the younger girl. "These young boys don't have any sense of hygiene at all. Why girls want to get involved with them, I don't understand. You just saw Gabriel put on underwear he'd already worn all day yesterday, and now Chaddy-boy wants to do the same thing. What do you want to bet that both of them have skid marks in the back and pee stains in the front?"

"I don't poop in my pants!" Gabriel said loudly, his dignity sorely wounded. "And I'm clean – Chad cleaned me up after I took a shi—a poop yesterday, and I took a shower last night after I made Tommy take me up the– after you went to bed," he said fervently, realizing too late that he was saying too much, too crudely.

Beth seized on his words immediately. "You made Tommy take you where?" she said, wrinkling her forehead.

"Nowhere," Gabriel said. "But I took a shower last night, and Chad cleaned me real good yesterday! I looked in the mirror to see, because I was bleeding again, and he cleaned me real good!"

"Come on, Beth! Gimme my underwear!," Chad pleaded. Beth ignored him, spreading his underwear open and examining the inside closely. "Fine," Chad said. "If you won't give them to me, I'll have Gabriel toss me a new pair." He pointed at his dresser. "Top drawer, Gabriel."

"Freeze," Beth said, steel in her voice. She frowned into Chad's underwear some more, looking for a stain or a mark to prove she was right. She couldn't see anything – sure, they smelled of sweaty boy, but that was it – no stains in front, no streaks in back. Disgusted at being proven wrong, she threw them down on Chad's bed, where he snatched them off and slipped them under the sheet, scrambling to pull them up quickly and hide his still raging erection.

Beth turned her attention to Gabriel, still frozen. "Take 'em off," she added, nodding at Gabriel's underwear. "I guarantee you're not as clean as you're making out." Shrugging, Gabriel slipped his underwear back off and stood holding them, his little genitals flaccid, the tip of his penis drooping to a point over his small bag. Chad still wasn't used to the pointy look of his cousin's flaccid genitals, and he didn't like the open, gaping hole in the end of the foreskin at all. He looked away. "Hand those here, Dakota," Beth ordered. Dakota set down her swatter and reached over to take the small, white bundle of cloth, holding it away from her body between thumb and forefinger like it was contaminated. Beth frowned into Gabriel's smaller underpants, inspecting them carefully, hoping to find a telltale stain to confront him with, at least. She got her face right into them, staring cross-eyed at the inside of the seat. "Aha!" she said, smirking and turning the cloth inside out. She pointed to a faint brownish streak in the very center of the seat. "And what is this?" she asked Gabriel archly.

Gabriel shrugged, apparently unconcerned. "Blood, I think," he said. "I am still bleeding a little bit, you know. At least I was yesterday."

Beth looked at the faint streak more closely, realizing that it was indeed a dark reddish brown and probably was blood, and not what she'd first thought. She angrily threw her cousin's underwear across the room where they collided with the closet doors and landed near the corner. Gabriel walked calmly to the corner and retrieved his underpants, pausing to slip them on again. While the girls were distracted with watching Gabriel, Chad checked carefully to make sure his erection was under the waistband of his underwear and not tenting them too prominently, then slipped quickly out from under the sheet. Skirting Beth widely so as not to attract her obvious ire at being wrong about both of them, he raced out the door and down to the bathroom.

When Chad returned, his genital mound now small and indistinct, Beth had slipped some sort of padded slipper socks on Tommy and was on her knees in the process of adjusting protective kneepads over each of his knees. His erect penis bobbed in the air near her face, narrowly missing catching in her hair each time she moved her head, trying to make the pads line up. Finally satisfied, she rose, immediately and comically bumping the top of her head into Tommy's rock-hard erection, which then trailed down the side of her face before she could stop rising. She flinched away violently, as if from something diseased. "Keep that disgusting thing away from me!" she snapped, as both Chad and Gabriel burst out laughing at her reaction. She glared at them. "Sure, laugh, dickheads! Maybe you want to join Tommy and get the same punishment he's getting today! Or maybe I need to have Dakota give you each a good bare-butt spanking."

"I'm not spanking Gabriel," Dakota said immediately.

Beth glared at her. "You'll spank whoever I say you'll spank," she snapped. "How do you expect these boys to respect you if you wimp out whenever they need a lesson?"

"I won't spank Gabriel unless he hurts me personally," Dakota said. "I won't, and you can't make me." She crossed her arms defiantly, and then looked at Tommy. "Now him, he was fun to spank, 'cause of what he did to my brother. I'll do it again if you let me. And I don't really have anything against Chad, but if he does something to deserve it like Tommy did, I'll help you beat him 'til he's blistered all over. But I won't spank Gabriel for laughing just 'cause you got hit in the face with your brother's dink! Actually, it was kinda funny! You shoulda seen your face!"

"Look, I don't need a spanking. I'm not laughing any more," Gabriel said. "And neither is Chad." He and Chad exchanged sober glances, both immediately exploding into helpless laughter as soon as they made eye contact, Gabriel actually collapsing to the ground and rolling on the floor as he giggled helplessly, Chad fighting to stop laughing but unable to do so. Dakota began laughing, too. Beth turned to Tommy, clearly pissed.

"Put these on your hands," she snapped, handing Tommy another pair of padded slipper socks.

"Why am I putting on all this stuff?" Tommy asked as he dutifully donned the gloves, and the other three children continued to look at each other and then roar with laughter again.

"I'll tell you when you need to know," Beth retorted.

"I gotta go, too," Tommy said. "You know, to the bathroom. I haven't gone all night!"

"Good," Beth said. "That's just what I want –you needing to go! The sooner you're ready, the sooner you get to pee. Now face the wall and shut your eyes," she ordered. Tommy hesitated, about to ask what she was up to again. His bursting bladder silenced his protests, though, and he did as she asked. He felt her hands by his throat, then something was placed around his neck and snapped in the back with a metallic click. It felt like a belt was enclosing his neck.

"Open your eyes and look in the mirror," Beth ordered. Tommy opened his eyes. He looked at his image staring back at him. He was butt naked, of course, with just the pads on his knees and the matching padded slipper socks on his feet and hands, his penis painfully engorged and angled upward. Raising his eyes, he saw that a thick red dog collar now circled his neck, a leash attached to it and looping down into Beth's grip. His heart fell as he grasped her intent.

"Now listen up," Beth said. "I'm only going to tell you the rules once. Thereafter, each rule violation will be punished swiftly and painfully. Your name is now Tommy-dog. You will act like a dog in every way for the rest of the day. You will not stand up but instead will walk on all fours everywhere we make you go. You may rise on your knees when instructed to beg, but you may not stand up. You may not talk from this point onward – if asked a question, you will indicate yes or no by nodding or shaking your head. You will eat from a dog bowl I'll set out for you, and drink from a water bowl I'll also set out for you. When petted, you will wiggle all over convincingly and wag your tail. As you don't have an actual tail, you'll wag your butt instead. If asked to fetch sticks, roll over, or do other dog tricks, you'll comply immediately and enthusiastically. You will not use the bathroom or even enter it – when you need to poop or pee, you can scratch on the door and whine to be let out, and if we feel like it, we'll take you walkies. You will, like any good dog, poop and pee outside in the yard. If asked to speak, you will bark like a dog as convincingly as possible. If a anyone approaches you or wants to play with you, you will act as convincingly like a dog. You will obey any instruction any person gives you unless I tell you otherwise. Got me so far?"

Tommy started to speak, then saw Beth's eager expression and nodded instead. This was bad, really bad.

Then it got worse. "So why are you still standing up?" Beth snapped. Tommy immediately dropped to all fours, his penis curving out underneath him. "Better," Beth said. "One more word, then we'll give you some doggy practice before we unleash you on the public. Any hint of disobedience, and I mean any sign of it at all, will be immediately and painfully punished. That punishment will involve you getting a good swat on the old family jewels with the flyswatter, as hard as I feel like swinging. If I believe you need a discipline swat, I'll give you the command, 'discipline position.' When I do, you will stretch you front paws out in front of you and then lower your head until it is resting on them, while at the same time spreading your back legs apart so your little bag is accessible. You will then remain in that position until you have received your discipline blow, after which you may comfort yourself. I will decide how hard to swing based in part by how obediently you get into position and stay there until your discipline has been administered. If you are too slow getting into position, I may order you into discipline position again after you've comforted yourself from the previous blow and then give you another, so you'd best move fast when I order you into position. If at any point you refuse to get into discipline position, I will merely spank your bare butt until you decide to comply. Any questions?" She glared at Tommy, who knew better than to answer. "I didn't think so," she snapped. She stood there motionless, waving the flyswatter and staring at Tommy. Tommy fought the urge to pee on the floor. Time dragged on. After a bit, Tommy decided he needed to signal his need to his sister. He wiggled his butt vigorously, then waved his right hand suggestively toward his groin, unable to point because of the socks covering his hand. He looked at Beth pleadingly, whimpering and waving more forcefully at his erect penis, jutting out parallel with his stomach.

Beth smirked in return. "No walkies yet, Tommy-dog," she said nastily. "You can learn to hold it, like a good puppy. "Now walk over to your brother and cousins and greet them like a big, friendly dog would. And make it convincing!"

Moaning in frustration, Tommy padded over to the still giggling Chad, Dakota, and Gabriel, and looked up at them, wiggling his bottom a little bit to suggest a wagging tail. He brushed his head against Dakota's leg.

"What are you, a freaking idiot?" Beth snapped. "You've had lots of dogs come up to you – you know that isn't how they greet people!"

Tommy looked back at her, puzzlement all over his face. Gabriel caught on first. "Dogs sniff!" he said
enthusiastically. "They smell you all over!"

"They sniff your butt," Dakota said. "And sometimes they try to hump your leg."

"No way I'm letting Tommy hump my leg," Chad said, taking a step back.

"No, but you'll let him sniff your butt, 'cause otherwise I'm going to discipline him with the swatter on the old family jewels. You got that, Tommy-dog?" Beth said, smirking widely now.

Tommy gave Beth his best pleading look, almost begging but remembering just in time he wasn't allowed to talk and converting his utterance into a series of pitiful whimpers. Beth waved the swatter in the general vicinity of his scrotum, now dangling between his legs. Tommy flinched and started sniffling around Gabriel's feet, padding around him and this shifting to Chad's ankles and finally Dakota's. He looked up at Beth for approval.

"Sniff their butts, dummy!" Beth snapped. She waved the swatter again. Tommy jumped and lifted his head towards Dakota's midsection, guessing where her butt jutted out in the granny nightgown and sniffling there, trying not to get to close to her actual anatomy. He then moved over to Chad, padding around behind him and moving his face in the general vicinity of Chad's underpants-clad butt, staying several inches away. He gave a few sniffs he hoped were convincing, then moved on to Gabriel's round little boy- butt. He shifted behind Gabriel and began sniffing again. A sudden sound like a flatulent trumpet erupted from Gabriel as he did, and a blast of warm, fragrant air struck Tommy full in the face. Gabriel collapsed on the ground laughing as Tommy, at first frozen in shock, fell back on his haunches and began pawing at his face with his hands. "Ahhhhhhh!" Tommy squealed. "He farted in my face!" He began sputtering and spitting, disgusted by the fact his mouth had been open.

"Dogs don't talk, Tommy-dog," Beth said flatly. "Ever. You've just earned yourself discipline for talking. Get into discipline position."

Tommy froze with his hands at his mouth. He looked at Beth and shook his head vigorously, trying to make her understand that he hadn't meant to talk and that there was no way he was going to put his head down, spread his legs, and let her hit him on the balls. Beth wasn't having any of it. "Get into discipline position now, Tommy-dog," she ordered. "Or I'm raising it to two swats."

Tommy began shaking all over, little moans escaping him. He settled back on all fours, stretching his front "paws" out and trembling as he lowered his head. He began shuffling his knees apart, spreading his legs to give Beth her desired target. A jet of pee escaped his penis and arched to the floor before he could clamp down and stop it. Chad reached for some tissues and started to get down to wipe the floor. "Leave it," Beth said. "We'll deal with that later." She looked at Tommy, cowering on the floor, his butt in the air and his legs spread so his balls swayed between them. She lined her swatter up and pulled it back.

"Come on, Beth!" Chad pleaded. "Don't hit him there! That really hurts boys – a lot! You could, like, permanently hurt him! He might not be able to have babies!"

"So who needs more Tommys around?" Beth said. "Besides, I'm not going to smash them – I'm just going to make them ache a little so he knows to obey next time."

"Can't you give him another chance?" Chad pleaded. "It's hard to remember not to talk!"

"Do you want to take his swat for him?" Beth said. "You care so much about him, take his swat for him! Go ahead – take your panties off and get into position, and I'll swat you instead of him. Come one, don't be shy -- Dakota already saw your little love nubbin in its full glory last night when you were making Tommy slobber it for you – so she wouldn't be seeing anything new. You care so much about Tommy, you take his punishment!"

Chad couldn't think of anything to say, so he looked at the ground. "What, you don't want a nice little swat on the balls instead of Tommy? Then shut up." Beth turned to Gabriel. "How about you hot stuff? You want to take Tommy's swat on your little marbles instead?"

"Huh uh! No way!" Gabriel said. "Go ahead and hit him. Hit him hard, for all I care."

Beth glared at all three of them, then raised the swatter higher over the cowering Tommy. To her credit, she didn't bring it down all that hard or fast, but it landed with a firm, dry slapping sound squarely on Tommy's dangling package. Tommy stiffened and all the color drained from his face. The he toppled forward, his sock-covered hands reaching clumsily to clutch at his genitals as best he could while suppressing a series of moans. Beth looked at him contemptuously. "You're just like Chad," she said. "A little tap on you marbles and you go into hysterics."

"It hurts, Beth," Chad said sympathetically. "You're a girl – you don't realize how much it hurts."

"I don't care how much it hurts," Beth said. "I just care that he obeys me." She nudged Tommy with a foot. "Get up, Tommy-dog." She took his leash and pulled his head to one side, over the wet spot on the carpet. Then she dropped to her knees and grabbed his head. Forcing it down, she rubbed his mouth and nose into the damp carpet, while Tommy sputtered and wailed, trying to escape having his own urine rubbed all over his face. After several seconds, Beth released him and took the leash again. "Wipe that up," she ordered Chad. "It's time to take Tommy-dog for walkies!"

"Take him where?" Dakota asked.

"To the back yard, of course," Beth said cheerfully. "Where else do dogs pee and poop?"

Tommy started to rise, looked at the swatter, and settled on all fours. Had he heard her right? Did she say pee and poop? In the back yard? Tommy shook his head violently from side to side. Beth put her hands on her hips, still holding Tommy's leash. "You heard me! I said you're going walkies! Outside! You want to pee, don't you? Dogs go outside!" Tommy shook his head more violently. "Don't be such a puppy," Beth added. "Be thankful I'm not taking you to the tree in the front yard. I could, you know. Do you want to do your business right in front, with who knows who watching?"

"You made me do it," Chad said. "At least you made me pee there."

"But I like Tommy better than you," Beth said sweetly. "So I'm not going to make himpee in the front yard this morning like I did you. At least, not this time. I'll let you do your business in the back instead." Tommy still held his ground, stubbornly.

"Told you I didn't hit him hard enough," Beth said. "I supposed I'll have to do it again, harder."

Tommy lurched into motion, clambering quickly to the door to show his compliance. Beth turned to the other kids. "Get dressed, the three of you. I'll get my clothes and meet for you in the downstairs hall. We're walking Tommy-dog together." She yanked on the leash as Dakota headed out the door to the guest room. "Enough whining, Tommy-dog. Come along – I need to get my clothes and take you walkies!"

Urging Tommy along on all fours with brushes of the flyswatter on his hindquarters, Beth guided him down hall to her room, where she pulled sweat pants over her thong and slid a shapeless long sleeve shirt over the shorty nightie. Then she urged him down the stairs and through the hall to the back door in the kitchen. Tommy was entirely too aware of his exposed hindquarters, his penis bobbing against his belly, his balls swaying as he clumsily walked along, his crack spread wide and his butt hole obviously fully exposed to Beth's gaze and still stinging from the swat she'd given him. She stopped at the kitchen door, where Dakota, Chad, and Gabriel all wearing sweats on what was a chilly morning, were standing, waiting. Tommy padded eagerly to the door, his need to pee overcoming his reluctance to venture naked into the back yard. He stopped at the closed door, looking back at her. He needed to go badly, now. He almost announced that fact, remembering just in time that he was not allowed to talk. Instead, he pulled at the leash and did his best dog-whine, trying to pull her toward the door.

"Gotta go, huh?" Beth said. "Too bad. You'll just have to wait. And you already know what happens if you wet on the floor."

Straining to hold it in, Tommy waited, shifting positions, while the other kids waited also, looking at him, Beth with a smirk, Dakota with a superior expression, and Chad and Gabriel with pity. Tommy whimpered again, the urge to pee all he could think about. Beth frowned down at him. "Too bad you don't have a tail," she said. "You really need one to cover up all that nasty stuff. It makes me sick just to walk behind you. I'll have to give that some thought."

Tommy whined more, pawing at the door. "Does 'em little doggy have to make wee?" Beth said in an insulting sing- song voice. Not wanting any more swats, Tommy nodded vigorously, dancing his hindquarters from side to side. "Does 'em have to make poo too?" Beth said, enjoying Tommy's distress. Tommy shook his head vigorously. "Maybe we should make him wait a half hour, first," Beth said. Tommy shook his head vigorously and pawed at the door. He could feel urine within him trying to force its way out. "What to you think, Dakota?" Beth said, looking her way for support.

"Let him go already," the younger girl said firmly. "I'm getting bored."

"Do we have to go, too?" Chad asked. "I'd just as soon not watch him go, if you don't mind."

"But I do mind," Beth said. "I mind a great deal. He needs you there watching him to increase the embarrassment, and you two need to be there so you know that this could happen to you, too, if you don't toe the line." Chad looked back down at the floor. Beth shrugged and opened the front door. A blast of cool air entered, and Tommy shivered as it struck his naked torso. But his pee urge was greater than either the cool air or the embarrassment of nudity, so he clambered out onto the lawn, eager to empty his bladder. He headed for the patio drain, but Beth yanked sharply on his leash, urging him toward the open lawn where he'd been humiliated in front of the girl scouts the day before. He could feel his balls retracting in the cold, the skin of his scrotum wrinkling as it pulled his adolescent orbs in tightly to protect them. His penis remained stubbornly hard, though.

"You're a dog, Tommy-dog," Beth snapped, urging him onward. "So act like one. You've seen male dogs pee before. Find a tree or a wall and sniff it first. Do it convincingly, and if I'm convinced I'll let you pee."

His bursting bladder urging him on, Tommy padded across the patio to the tree by the tool shed, sniffing the bark as Beth had ordered, then moving his rear toward it. He started to spread his legs, hoping to squat backwards and lift his front "paws" out of the way, kind of like sitting on a toilet, but Beth nudged him with the swatter right between his spreading buns. "You're a male dog, dummy," she chided. "You don't squat like a female. You lift your leg to pee." She gave him a gentle nudge with the swatter head between his legs to drive home the point. Tommy, now blushing from head to toe with embarrassment, moved to a position beside the tree and leaned over on his left knee, lifting his right. It was tough to balance in that position – how did dogs do it? He twisted his body sideways, trying to aim his groin toward the tree. He looked down his chest – his penis was pointing entirely too parallel with his stomach, making it a real possibility that he'd hit himself in the chest or even the chin if he let go in that position. He arched his back more and twisted, making his penis point more toward the tree, and rotated his body by lifting his right leg higher, balancing precariously. Beth and Dakota watched him from between his legs, getting a bird's eye view of his equipment and positioning, as Chad and Gabriel watched more casually from the side. Tommy's scrotum was now extremely tight against his groin, his balls barely bulging out of an extremely wrinkled sack, thoroughly protected from the cold.

Here goes, Tommy thought to himself, willing his sphincter to relax.. His stream shot out, narrowly missing his chest, curving down to splatter on the base of the tree. He could feel the spray rebounding, small spatters hitting him in various places between crotch and chest. He arched his back more stiffly and tried to raise his leg higher, lessening how much he was wetting himself only slightly. He grimaced and tried to hurry up, forcing the flow with his pelvic muscles in long squirts. The final squirt subsided into a dribble and finally just a few drips landing on the ground under him. Liquid was flowing toward him as he dropped his leg and he quickly retreated to a safer distance. His penis had softened during the process, and now hung limply between his legs, swaying, the end still dripping slightly. The wet tip felt cold, and he could feel himself shrinking visibly. Beth yanked on his leash. "All done?" she said brightly. "Sure you don't want to go poo now, Tommy-dog?"

Tommy shook his head vigorously. No way he was pooping in the back yard in broad daylight with them watching him. He'd have to go sometime, he knew, but he'd put it off as long as possible, and maybe be able to hold it until this phase of his punishment was over. He remembered all too vividly watching Chad take a dump on all fours over the patio drain with not just him and Beth but Jesse and the Morton family from across the street watching. At the time he'd thought it was funny watching Chad squatting over the drain with his butt up and his legs apart, making little grunting noises as he voided himself. Tommy had seen a cigarette dispenser at a friend's house once that was shaped like a donkey, and when you pulled its head, its tail came up and a cigarette came out of its butt like it was pooping. His brother had looked a lot like that. You could see every disgusting detail of the whole process. He had been fascinated and revolted simultaneously as he'd watched his brother, kind of like some of those accident videos on Youtube that he'd seen at a friend's house, where you don't want to look but you still want to see! He vowed that he would do his best to hold it if he killed him – the last thing he needed was for Beth or his cousin Dakota to see him doing such a humiliating thing!

Beth was eyeing his hindquarters from the rear, still holding his leash in her hand. "We'd best do something about that dangling little thing of yours, Tommy-dog. Wouldn't want it catching on something or getting in the way while you're out, and no self-respecting dog would let his dork hang out like that. Now let's see, what can we do to change that?" Beth looked thoughtful, then beckoned Dakota over, whispering into her ear briefly. Dakota smiled suddenly, looking at Tommy with glittering eyes, then turned and raced into the house. Moments later she returned, cupping something in her hands. "Lower your head and spread your legs, Tommy-dog," Beth ordered. Tommy lifted his head, trying to see what Dakota was holding. Beth lifted the fly swatter threateningly. Tommy scrambled to lower his head, looking sideways at them with his body making a triangle against the ground, his bare hind end the apex. Beth nudged his knees farther apart until she was satisfied with his position. She smirked at his vulnerability. His spread legs and bent body fully opened his butt crack and displayed his boy parts neatly, his now soft penis swaying behind his wrinkled sack. She waved the swatter by his face for emphasis. "Now hold absolutely still, Tommy-dog, unless you want some discipline on the little ol' family jewels. I believe I'll give you two swats next time you disobey, so you might want to consider that. Dakota, he's ready."

Dakota come forth with her cupped hands, dropping to her knees behind Tommy's exposed hindquarters and reaching between his legs. Tommy gasped as his genitals were suddenly surrounded by numbing coldness – she had ice in her hands! Crushed ice from the refrigerator! His scrotum tightened with a vengeance, pulling his vulnerable testes up against his body, seeking escape from the frigidity enclosing them, but there was no escape as Dakota kept the ice pressed tightly against his skin. Tommy could feel his penis shrinking, too, pulling into his body like the head of a turtle into its shell. Tommy shifted uncomfortably as numbness spread across his groin. Beth waved the swatter at his face again with a stern expression, compelling Tommy to fight to keep his legs apart. His genitals were so cold! He started to shiver, his hindquarters vibrating first, then shudders spreading through his whole body. His balls were completely numb now, and his penis felt like a tiny ice cube. He moaned, looking at Beth pleadingly. Finally, after what seemed like two decades, Beth nodded at Dakota and she removed her hands. Beth moved behind Tommy and leaned over, examining the results of Dakota's efforts.

"That's better," Beth sang out. "You look like a cute little boy down there again, and not a disgusting, perverted, butt-raping adolescent!" She smiled at Dakota. "I've always thought boys should stay small and cute and hairless like Tommy looks now – it would be an improvement.

Dakota didn't say anything, but disagreed strongly internally. Beth had to be nuts! Who cared about the little dinks on little boys? Her brother's dink and his little sack weren't interesting at all! Now some of her mother's boyfriends, that was a different story! She almost shivered thinking about her mother's last boyfriend, who'd walk naked to the bathroom in the morning right past Dakota with his cock standing hard and proud, projecting at least 7 inches in front of him. She'd always wondered what it would be like to take it in both her hands, to feel its manly hardness, feel it respond to her stroking. It looked so dangerous, so big and manly. Her brother's little dink, although similar in shape and hardness in the morning, didn't look the least bit dangerous – it looked cute, that was all. She eyed Tommy's now tiny genitals, shorn of their hair and retracted into his body. Beth was right, he did look cute down there now, like a little boy. But she liked him better big and hard and with hair, looking manly and vaguely threatening.

Tommy glanced underneath himself, up between the inverted vee of his legs. His genitals barely showed at all, his sack a wrinkled darker patch encasing two bulges next to his groin, his penis now pointing down like a little stump, longer than Chad's button state but still with less than an inch protruding. Beth grinned nastily at Tommy's face between his legs and then prodded his tight sack with her swatter. "Looks like Tommy-dog is getting a bit cold. We'd best warm him up—let's go for a run around the block!"

Tommy, shocked, shook his head violently. Go around the block? It was Sunday morning! Okay, it was early Sunday morning, but still, kids would be out and about, people would be doing things! He settled stubbornly on his haunches. Beth looked exasperated. "Look, I'll give you two choices," she said, looking at Tommy with a glint in her eyes. "You trot nicely around the block with me and act like a dog with everyone we meet voluntarily, or I swatter the old family jewels until you change your mind, and then you trot nicely around the block with me and act like a dog with everyone we meet. It's a simple choice. Just once around the block and then back in the house for breakfast." She turned to Chad and Gabriel. "You scrotes go in the house and put out the breakfast stuff," she ordered. "Heat up the cinnamon rolls from yesterday and put out plates and juice and stuff. We'll be back soon." Chad and Gabriel shrugged and headed into the house. Tommy watched them go, until Beth raised the swatter threateningly over Tommy's rump. He considered, then started hesitantly for the side path to the front. Maybe it was early enough no one would be out and see him, and he could get this over with.

And as he rounded the corner to the front yard, it did begin to look like he was in luck. He was getting the four legged gait down pretty good, now, and no one was in sight in front of the house. He had to admit Beth had been kind in one respect – the socks and knee pads helped a lot – he'd have been beating his hands and knees raw by now without them. If he moved briskly enough, he might get back inside without incident. The three of them started up the street to the left, Tommy hurrying as fast as he could hobble along on his padded hands, knees, and feet, and Beth holding the leash and walking along grinning, her shoulders back like the proudest dog owner. They neared the first corner, the street still deserted, to Tommy's relief. They'd duck around the corner and he'd be ¼ of the way home...

"My stars!" exclaimed a voice. "What have you got on that leash, Beth Henson?" an elderly but piercing voice exclaimed from Tommy's left. He jumped, almost rising before Beth yanked his leash.

"Heel, boy," she said firmly. Tommy froze, turning his head to look to his left. Mrs. Raphael was standing on the other side of a bush in her yard, dressed for church and looking very prim and proper as she fussed with clippers and a late- season rose, apparently seeking to add it to her ensemble.

Mrs. Raphael squinted at him through her glasses. "My goodness, that's a boy you've got there!" she exclaimed. "A naked boy!" She began walking around Tommy, looking him over. "This isn't the one we punished a few weeks ago," she said, studying Tommy from behind. "Not the one who totally destroyed my flowers and wrote his initials on my new sidewalk and teased my dog!"

"No, this is my other brother Tommy," Beth replied. "He'd been very naughty and so he's being punished. I thought making him a dog would take him down a peg."

"Well, these young boys do get high spirited at times," Mrs. Raphael said. "Boys in my day were the same way." She eyed Tommy's damaged buttocks. "I see you gave him a good dose of the paddle, too."

"Actually, I had his younger cousin do that," Beth said. "Tommy hurt him badly Friday night, so I thought it was most appropriate."

Tommy shrank under Mrs. Raphael's gaze. The woman was looking right between his butt cheeks at his cold-shrunken genitals. "My stars," she said again. "Manliness doesn't run in your family, does it, Beth? I seem to remember that your other brother was equipped like a 5-year-old! And this one isn't much bigger! I declare, there isn't a hair on him! And his little thing barely shows!" She looked at Tommy's averted face with pity. "Those boys must really take a ribbing from the other boys in the bathroom and at the swimming pool!"

Tommy blushed. He wanted to scream out that he didn't look like this! That Beth had shaved off all his hair and put ice on him to make him shrink, and that his was bigger than that of most of his friends, at least the ones he'd seen! But Beth would surely smash his balls with that swatter if he spoke, so he bit his tongue and looked at the sidewalk in front of him. Mrs. Raphael was still talking with Beth from her position directly behind him, acting like he really was a dog and didn't care that he was being talked about.

"This does take me back," Mrs. Raphael was saying, a dream- like note in her voice now. "Ah, yes, it does take me back. Why, he looks just like my little cousin did when I saw him get spanked for the first time! That had to have been more than 60 years ago!" She contemplated Tommy's buttocks, with the wrinkled, retracted scrotal sack and the tip of a shrunken penis just barely visible. "Yes, indeedy, he looked just like this. You know, that was the first time I ever saw what a boy had in his pants, and it was quite a shock at the time!" She contemplated, caught in memory. Her cousin had looked very, very much like this boy currently did, his bottom bent, his legs spraddled, his genitals hanging out for her to see. She felt a tingle of the old excitement that she'd felt then, seeing a boy's equipment for the first time, seeing his naked butt as he'd squirmed and cried and begged, feeling the satisfaction that it was his butt that was being roasted, not hers. It had been so very, very long ago...