Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 23

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 23
by Chadlad

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Chapter 23: Double Trouble

"Remember to take his pants down," Shirley called to her struggling Aunt. "And his panties too!"

"Shut up!" Jeremy said. "Ma, make her shut up and go away!" He glared at Shirley, struggling with his mother. "Go away," he panted at her, trying to free his arms. "We don't need no dumb old girls around!"

His mother, getting even more fed up with his struggles, yanked his hands violently back, making him wince and cutting down his movement. "No, I won't make her go away!" she said to her son. "In fact, I'm going to take her advice, and take your pants and underpants down right now!" She circled his skinny body with her left arm, pinning his arms to his sides and immobilizing his upper body. With her free right hand, she unbuttoned his play trousers and pulled down the zipper. Jeremy's pants, slightly too big for him anyway, immediately sagged, revealing baggy cotton undershorts that were gray with repeated washing. Shirley was disappointed – the boy's undershorts were so baggy that she couldn't see anything, not even the outline of the boy's bottom!

Jeremy renewed his struggling, grunting with effort to escape and twisting his hindquarters wildly. His mother squeezed his middle harder and moved her hand to the back of his undershorts, grasping the waistband. "Noooooo!" Jeremy wailed. "Not my underpants! Don't take down my underpants! Don't spank me bare! It'll hurt!"

"Good," said his mother. "You think you're so high and mighty, maybe you'll remember it better if it hurts!" She gave his undershorts a mighty yank, slipping them all the way down past his knees. Shirley almost swooned with excitement right there in the living room. She could see Jeremy's heinie! The entire thing! Bare naked! She feasted her eyes on the boy's small, plump, rounded orbs, protruding sharply from the small of his back and then tapering in a smooth curve down to where they made a crease as they joined his legs. She was thankful his shirt was square-bottomed and a bit short, so that every part of his backside from his waist down was now visible. His bottom flexed as he fought his mother, frantically trying to escape. Shirley shifted her eyes to the deep cleft dividing the boy's buns, so similar to her own when she'd looked in the mirror in her room. Jeremy was struggling mightily now, trying to free his hands and cover his bottom, his face blushing with embarrassment at the realization that his cousin was looking at his exposed buttocks.

Shirley's aunt spoke up. "Shirley, there's a big wooden hairbrush on the dresser in my room – I may need it if he keep fighting -- could you please fetch it here?" Shirley turned, then stopped and turned back.

"Promise me you won't start until I'm back!" she squealed, darting off. Jeremy renewed his struggles, trying to get free of his mother, while simultaneously registering his dissent.

"Nooooo!" he squealed. "You can't paddle me with the brush! You'll break my po-po!!"

"I most certainly can!" his mother said loudly, as Shirley raced back into the room, carrying the heavy brush. "And so help me, if you don't stop fighting me and take your spanking like a big boy, I will!"

Jeremy's struggles died down as this information got through to him. The threat of a bare-bottomed spanking was bad enough, he certainly didn't want to be paddled with that big brush! His mother loosened her grip as his struggles ceased and hoisted him up onto her lap, positioning him so that his bottom was hanging down her right side, his head and shoulders down her left. She took up Jeremy's arms, one at a time, in her left hand and held pinned them against his back. Shirley stared, wide eyed, at the boy's rump, now bent at a ninety degree angle over his mother's lap and facing her straight on. His legs were together, to her disappointment, hiding whatever secrets he had between them, but his buns had separated with bending, so that she could now see, for the first time, details inside his butt crack. She sat the hairbrush down on the coffee table and moved closer to the boy's rump so that she could see more clearly.

She felt a funny, excited tingle low in her abdomen as she examined his hindquarters, noting first the darker pigmentation right in the center of his cleft, where Jeremy's smooth skin gave way to a series of wrinkles radiating inward, terminating in a tight little line that was sunken more deeply into his cleft than the smooth surrounding tissue. That's his doo-doo place, Shirley thought to herself, thrilling with the naughtiness of the sight. She'd examined her own anus in the family outhouse once, sneaking the little toy mirror mother had given her out of the house in her pants, then placing it on the floor of the outhouse and squatting over it, looking between her legs at the side of her she couldn't normally see. She'd even tried making a doo-doo in that position, staring fascinated into the mirror as the tight wrinkles expanded in the center to reveal a pinker little O in the middle, the tip of a brown mass appearing like magic and expanding the O until it surrounded the exiting material like a child's lips around a popsicle. She'd jumped quickly onto the wooden seat in the nick of time, the immediate distant plop telling her how risky the whole endeavor had been.

Shirley concentrated on the tight little asterisk between the boy's smooth flanks as Jeremy wiggled uncomfortably over his mother's lap, trying to ready himself for the stinging pain that a spanking would surely bring, while still trying in a falsetto squeak to convince his mother to relent. The first thing she noted was that where the wrinkles gathered it was darker in color than hers, a light brown rather than her light pink. Briefly, she tried to picture this boy's hole expanding like hers did in the mirror, doo-doo distending it outward like little lips before falling off and allowing the hole to close tightly again. The mental picture was a little disgusting, and yet made her shiver with the naughtiness of it.

The space directly under the boy's winking orifice suddenly caught her attention, and her excitement rose again. He didn't look anything like her there! As she'd seen in her mirror, the space between her legs dipped immediately within an inch of her doo-doo hole, forming the neat furrow that continued up her front, a furrow she called her "tween" because it was between her legs. But on this boy, there was no beginning of a furrow there under his doo-doo hole at all! Instead, smooth skin joined together in a little puckered line that disappeared between his tightly closed legs. He didn't have any opening there at all! So where did the pee-pee come out? She wished he'd open his legs so she could see the source of the mysterious lump she's seen bulging out the front of all the boy's she'd surreptitiously examined.

"Now try to hold still and take your spanking like a big boy, Jeremy," his mother said. "It's going to hurt a lot, but you know you deserve it. And if you cooperate it'll be over soon." Warningly, she added, "And if you don't hold still, I'll ask Shirley for the brush, or I'll give you a second spanking at bedtime! Or maybe both!"

Jeremy tried pleading again. "Please, Ma," he begged. "I'm sorry! I won't be bad any more! Please! You don't have to spank me! Not in front of her!"

"Yes I do," said his mother. "I should have spanked you long ago, before you got so full of yourself! I'll have to make this a good hard one to make up for it. Now try not to be such a big baby!" She raised her hand above Jeremy's plump white bottom, and he cringed and squeezed his butt together tightly, looking over his shoulder with terror- stricken eyes. From the direction of the kitchen, there was a loud knocking sound. Shirley jumped in surprise, and her aunt lowered her hand to rest on her cousin's bare bottom and looked that way in frustration.

"That'll be Edith Weiss and her daughter Francine, I expect," she said to Shirley. "I told her that you weren't getting on with Jeremy and she suggested she bring Francine over.
She's about your age, you should get along fine! Would you go let them in, dear?" she added. "It will only take a moment for me to finish up her with Jeremy once I get started."

"Noooooooo!" Jeremy screamed, trying to launch himself off his mother's lap. "Don't let them in! She'll see me, tooooooo!"

"Now Jeremy, what did I tell you about holding still and acting like a big boy?" his mother chided, yanking him back into position and clamping down on his midsection with her other hand to keep him from escaping. Jeremy was still protesting and his mother still struggling with him when Shirley raced out of the room, determined to complete her errand quickly so as not to miss anything.

A tall, thin, dark-haired woman and a similar thin girl of about 10 stood on the doorstep. From in the living room, Jeremy could be heard pleading, "No ma, please! Do it later! Not in front of them!"

"Perhaps this is a bad time," said Mrs. Weiss as Shirley opened the door.

"No, Aunt Matilda said to come on in," Shirley said. "She said she'd only be a moment. She's spanking Jeremy's bottom," she added, looking conspiratorial.

The thin woman and her daughter followed Shirley cautiously through the kitchen into the living room, where Jeremy, still with his pants around his ankles and his bottom bare for all to see, had descended into almost incoherent tears in his frantic begging. All Shirley could pick out from a rapidly rising and falling whine punctuated by snuffles was the word "NO!" repeated in endless variants. Shirley's aunt looked up and smiled at the newcomers. Francine Weiss' eyes were as big as saucers as she took in the sight of the bare- bottomed boy. She quickly moved over to stand beside Shirley, who had stationed herself once again where she could look right into the boy's now clenching and twisting buttocks. Francine's mother looked apologetic.

"Perhaps we should come back another time," she said.

"No, don't go," Aunt Matilda said panting a little with her efforts to hold Jeremy. "This will only take a minute. I was just giving Jeremy a well-deserved spanking." She struggled some more with the flailing boy. "In fact, I could use your help in holding him."

Jeremy continued to squall incoherent protests, wiggling about frantically but still, to Shirley's disappointment, keeping his legs together. Francine leaned over and whispered into Shirley's ear. "He's naked!" she hissed. "I can see his butt!"

"I know!" Shirley hissed back. "Isn't it just the cat's pajamas?"

Shirley had learned to call things the cat's pajamas from the older girls at her rural school, and she loved the chance to use the phrase here to show this new girl how sophisticated she was.

Francine leaned over again. "Did you get to see his tallywhacker before he went over her knees?" she whispered.

"His what?" Shirley whispered back. Mrs. Weiss, now convinced that she wasn't intruding, had begun aiding Shirley's aunt in "steadying the boy."

"You know, his tallywhacker! The thing boys have between their legs! Did you see it? How big is it?"

Shirley tried to digest this. "You mean his pee-pee?" she said, trying to sound knowledgeable.

"Yeah, his pee-pee," Francine said, giggling a little bit. "If that's what you want to call it. Did she take his pants down first? Did you see it?"

"No," Shirley said.

"Too bad," Francine said. "Boys hate it when girls see their tallywhackers. My older brother about has a conniption if I get even a little glimpse of his. Once I walked into the bathroom and he still had it out of his pants and he about died of embarrassment!" She stared at the trio a few feet from them. Her mother was now holding Jeremy's arms out in front of him, so that his own mother could hold him steady around the waist with her left hand. She raised her right hand high over the boy's little rump, as Jeremy struggled, looking fearfully over his shoulder and clenching his buttocks tightly while continuing to sob out protests. "Maybe we'll get to see his tallywhacker when they're done," Francine added.

Shirley's heart was racing as she tried to savor every bit of this moment. She stared at the boy's bare butt cheeks, now clenched tightly in fear so that his doo-doo place no longer showed and his buttocks made a white line all the way down his crack. This was real! She was actually seeing a boy get a bare-bottomed spanking! Jeremy looked terrified as he craned his neck to see over her shoulder to what his mother was doing. As Shirley watched, barely able to breathe, her arm descended suddenly, landing with a sharp smacking noise on Jeremy's defenseless left butt cheek. Shirley jumped at the noise, amazed how loud the sound was of maternal hand against bare, unprotected skin. Jeremy stiffened, and Shirley would swear that she saw his eyes bug out as his mother's hand landed. He threw back his head and immediately began to wail. His mother lifted her hand immediately and took aim, pausing for a count of 2 and then smacking the other butt cheek as the first took on a rosy glow in the perfect outline of a female hand. Jeremy responded to the second spank by kicking his legs spasmodically and squealing, neatly stripping his pants and undershorts off of his right foot as he did. Shirley watched, fascinated, as his legs separated for the first time, revealing – revealing – she moved a step closer and ducked her head to see better as his legs continued to kick alternately with each spank, first exposing and then hiding the spot where they joined as his mother continued to spank him methodically. With each kick the picture became clearer to Shirley. There was a wrinkled patch of skin that clung where girls were split apart – where their tweens were, a bulging, wrinkled patch of skin the same darker color as the boy's doo-doo hole. It protruded downward from between Jeremy's legs, the wrinkles gathering to a center seam that ran down its length, as if someone had taken a girl's split and sown it together. The wrinkled skin clearly outlined round bulges on each side, roughly the size of marbles. They shifted inside the sack as Jeremy alternately kicked one leg and then the other with each spank.

The bulging little lump looked kind of like a coin purse she'd once seen, Shirley realized. It had been a small purse that had zipped down the middle, and the cloth hand been gathered near the zipper so that it made wrinkles just like those of the boy's little bulge. In her imagination, she pictured the coin purse with a marble stuffed in each side – the resemblance in her mind with what she was seeing now was uncanny.

By now, her aunt had given Jeremy at least 10 solid whacks on his bare posterior and seemed to be just warming up. Francine's mother was holding Jeremy's arms tightly as he struggled, and his mother had him firmly by the waist, so all he could do was kick his legs and wail. That, however, he was doing with a vengeance. His pants had fallen off of his right foot entirely by the 8th spank, and his underpants followed on the 9th, so his lower half was now completely bare and his legs were completely unfettered. His formerly white bottom cheeks were rosy all over now, with blotchy patches of red scattered around, mostly in the center of each cheek. Shirley kept studying the area between the boy's legs, trying not to seem too obvious about it to Francine and the two women, but hungering for a good look at the wrinkled sack. It dawned on her that she couldn't see any place for pee to come out.

"I can't see his pee-pee," she whispered to Francine.

"That's probably because it's too little," Francine said. "He's pretty little, and the tallywhackers on little boys are much bigger than your little finger." Francine squatted down, looking up between the boy's legs. "There it is!" she said, pointing upward between Jeremy's thrashing legs. "No wonder you couldn't see it! It's pretty small."

Heart pounding, Shirley squatted down beside Francine, angling her head to look up between Jeremy's legs. For a few seconds she couldn't see anything, because Jeremy's mother had just landed a particularly hard spank in the lower center of his butt, and he was clenching his cheeks in agony. Just when Shirley began to think she'd never see anything, though, his legs separated as his mother struck the top outer section of his right butt cheek, causing him to kick his right leg straight out while angling his left and spreading his bottom wide. The wrinkled sack with its two marbles appeared again, more clearly visible from this angle than before, and, just beyond it, swaying back and forth as the boy kicked, she saw a little finger of soft flesh that bulged at the tip like the top of a mushroom. Then the boy's legs closed again and she lost sight of it.

"I think I saw it," Shirley whispered excitedly to Francine, waiting for Jeremy's legs to open again. "It was about that big!" She held her fingers about an inch apart.

"Yeah, it's a run little one," Francine agreed. "My brother's is a lot bigger." Shirley stared intently, waiting for Jeremy's legs to part and give her another glimpse of the boy's mysterious "pee-pee." In moments she was rewarded, as Jeremy scissored his legs apart following another particularly vicious spank at the base of his butt, and for a second or two she got a full-on view of all his equipment again. This time Shirley noted more details – the split in the mushroom tip that made a little slit, the gathered wrinkles just under that slit that made a little knot of skin. Jeremy's legs closed again tightly, as his mother landed two spanks in a row right in the center of his little bottom.

"There," his mother said loudly, to be heard over his crying. "That's twenty-five! I was only going to give you 15, but I gave you 10 more for fighting me rather than taking your spanking like a big boy." Francine's mother released his hands, which immediately shot back to cup his butt, as Jeremy arched his back and blubbered loudly. His mother continued lecturing him, speaking loudly to be heard over his bawling. "I'm sorry I had to do that, Jeremy, but you gave me no choice! From now on, if I say you're going to get spanked, you can bet you'll get spanked. And I think all your spankings from now on will be bare-bottomed! And if you fight me again, you'll get spanked longer and harder, just like you did this time!" She surveyed her handiwork with obvious approval. "Blistered you pretty good, didn't I?" She commented.

She lifted Jeremy by his waist and placed him, howling and holding his bottom, on the floor. Jeremy began hopping about immediately, still clutching his bottom and squalling. He twisted this way and that, seemingly oblivious to the watching girls. To her delight, Shirley could now see his pee-pee from the front, as it bounced around above his little sack with each of his little hops. It did look like a little finger with a mushroom cap on it, wiggling about as Jeremy danced, his face tear-streaked and bubbles of snot ballooning from his nostrils and popping against his quivering upper lip. His little pee-pee, only about an inch long, bounced and jiggled, never holding still as he danced and rubbed his bottom. His little sack clung tightly to the base of his groin, bulging out slightly just as it had from behind. His mother watched this performance for about 2 minutes before taking Jeremy firmly by the arm and marching him across the room.

"Now into the corner with you, young man! You can have some time to think about your behavior and the spanking you got for it! And when your corner time is done you can apologize to your cousin!" She guided him into the corner of the living room.

"No more rubbing," she chided. "If it hurts, that's just too bad! Put your hands behind your head and leave them there!" She guided the bawling Jeremy's hands into position, then stood back and surveyed the results of her work with satisfaction. The boy's posterior glowed red and hot, splotches of dark red appearing here and there and a neat line of little red blisters running down each side of his butt crack. He'd remember this one for awhile!

Shirley's aunt and Mrs. Weiss exchanged pleasantries for a bit with Jeremy's bawling for accompaniment, while Shirley and Francine continued watching his antics in the corner. He was bouncing up and down in place now, his red butt clearly hurting severely but obviously too afraid of his mother to risk comforting it. His bottom kept tightening and loosening spasmodically as he shifted from foot to foot. Shirley moved to the wall where she could see at least part of his front again, marveling at the odd protuberances boys were equipped with.

She was trying to picture just how it must feel to have a floppy little thing dangling where your tween should be when her aunt addressed her.

"I think this would be a good time for Mrs. Weiss and me to run down to the corner and talk to Mrs. Higgins about the church social before lunch," she said. "I know you' probably rather not, but would you girls watch Jeremy for me while I'm gone? We won't be long. All you have to do is make sure he doesn't touch himself or leave the corner."

She looked at her son, now crying softly rather than sobbing. "Jeremy, you're not to move from the corner or move your hands from behind your head while I'm gone. If you do, I'll paddle you when I get back, and I'll spank you again at bedtime. The girls will be watching to make sure you behave." She and Mrs. Weiss left the living room, and in moments the kitchen door slammed behind them.

Francine and Shirley stood there for several moments, just drinking in the sight of a bare-bottomed Jeremy facing the corner, his red butt on display. Jeremy's crying had now become mere sniffles punctuated with hiccups as he managed to control his crying even though the skin of his bottom was burning like it was on fire and the muscles underneath were aching something awful and hurt every time he moved. Okay, so he'd been stripped and spanked and the girls saw it all, even his mickie, but he was determined to salvage at least some of his dignity. Francine looked at Shirley slyly. "Look how red and hot his butt looks," she said to Shirley. "I bet if feels hot, too!" She took a step toward Jeremy. "You wanna touch it?" she said to Francine, giving her a naughty grin.

Shirley realized there was nothing in the world she wanted to do more at that moment. She nodded to Francine, grinning back. The two stepped in unison toward Jeremy. Jeremy had been focused on stopping his crying, but as they approached, Shirley's shoe squeaked it dawned on him what Francine had said and his head snapped around so he could see them approaching out of the corner of his eye. Francine reached out and placed a hand flat on his right butt cheek. Jeremy flinched away, trying to press his bare privates into the corner, out of their sight. "Don't touch me! Go 'way," he hiccupped. "Leave me alone!" Now that he was looking at her, Shirley could see that his face was red and puffy from crying, and snot was trailing all down his face and dripping on his shirt. Becoming braver, Francine moved her hand across his buns, fingering them more familiarly.

"His butt's all hot and bumpy," she said. "I guess that's from the spanking! Here, you feel him!"

Jeremy shook his butt, trying to shake her hand loose. "Go 'way," he said again, this time to the corner. "Or I'll tell your ma!" Shirley took a step back at the threat, but Francine had an older brother and wasn't easily bluffed.

"Maybe we'll tell your ma instead," Francine said menacingly. "We can tell her when she comes back that you left the corner while she was gone, and that you didn't keep your hands behind your head."

"Yeah," Shirley said, getting into the spirit of things. "We can say you left the corner!"

Jeremy stiffened. "You wouldn't dare," he said, but he didn't sound sure at all. "Besides, my ma won't believe you."

"Of course she will," Francine said, stroking the other side of Jeremy's butt and causing him to try to shake her hand off again. "It's two against one, and she already knows you're bad, that's why you got spanked!"

"Yeah, she'll believe us," Shirley said, supporting her new friend.

"Or we could say you called her a poop head," Francine said. "I bet she'd paddle you if she heard you called her a poop head! Right on your bare butt!"

"Ha!" Jeremy said. "He'd never believe you. She knows, I wouldn't say that! Because I don't say that word! She knows I'd say dooky head! So there!"

"So will say you called her a dooky head," Francine said reasonably. Too late, Jeremy realized he and kept his mouth shut.

Shirley decided to get into the spirit of this with her new friend. "I know what we can do," she said. "We can get some water from the sink and pour it down his legs and by his feet, and then say he peed on the floor to get even with her for spanking him! I bet she'd paddle him for sure if we get that!" she said, giggling.

"Yeah, that'd work," Francine said. "But you have to pour it in front of him and splash little bit off the wall. He's a boy, remember? If he peed in the corner, he pee out in front of him, not down his leg." She grinned
conspiratorially at Shirley. "In fact, that's a pretty good one! It sounds like something Jeremy would do! His mother would believe it in a heartbeat!"

Jeremy, standing facing the wall, with his little red butt on display, was mortified. These girls might actually do it! They might actually splash water on the wall and then say he peed on it! And his mom would believe them for sure! She'd paddle his po-po until he was blistered all over! She'd paddle him until he bled! He wouldn't be able to stand it! The spanking he'd just gotten had hurt worse than anything he'd ever felt, and it had gone on and on and on! A paddling had to hurt 10 times worse than that, with nothing to protect sore little bare bottom from his mother's big wooden hairbrush!

Francine detected the boy's distress and pressed her advantage. "So you'd better do whatever we say, or we'll get you into trouble when your ma gets back," she said. "Everything we say! Or else!"

Jeremy considered this. He'd never thought his ma would really spank him, let alone bare. He'd never dreamed she do it in front of girls his own age, or that he'd be standing in the corner with his po-po and his boy stuff all sticking out! And now there he was, naked and at the mercy of these girls, and still very sore from receiving the most painful and humiliating spanking in his life! And his ma had promised him more, even a paddling, if he didn't obey! She'd probably would believe them if they said he left the corner, or called her a dooky head! She'd probably even believe them if they said he peed in the corner, and showed her it was wet! He let out a sigh and slumped in defeat.

Francine felt an internal surge of triumph. This was fun! "Go ahead," she said to Shirley. "Touch it. He has to let you, or he'll get paddled!"

Shirley tentatively reached out and cautiously placed a hand on Jeremy's left buttock. He flinched, but didn't try to shake her off. Emboldened, she ran her hand over the surface of his butt, noting that it was indeed hot to the touch, just as Francine had said. In fact, it felt to her just like her own butt had felt to the touch after her own bare-bottom spanking. She wondered if it still stung as much as her but had after her spanking. She felt a brief twinge of sympathy for the boy, who had suffered more than twice the number of spanks she'd gotten. Francine, meanwhile, was thinking of what else they might get away with.

"You wanna see his butt hole?" she said to Shirley, a tinge of excitement in her voice. "You know, where the poop comes out?"

Shirley nodded, excitement rising in her. This was all so deliciously naughty! Francine put a hand on each of Jeremy's buttocks and tried to pry them apart, while Shirley stuck her head between Francine's body and Jeremy's butt, trying to see up everything close. Jeremy, realizing instinctively what she was up to, did what any boy would do and clamped his buns shut as tightly as he could.

"Open up," Francine ordered, prying harder. "You've gotta let us look, or we'll say you left the corner and said your ma was a dooky head!"

Shirley felt even more delicious tingles at Francine's daring. She liked this girl! Jeremy, meanwhile, considered Francine's words, weighing the relative consequences. Should he let these stupid girls look at his butt hole, or should he try to call their bluff and risk getting bare-butt paddled? There was no contest, of course. The spanking he'd just gotten had been the worst of his short life. Each time his mother's hand had landed on his unprotected skin had felt like a squirt of fire, and the fires accumulated until they were unbearable, and still the spanking had gone on, for what seemed like 100 years. Held down, he'd been able to do nothing but kick his legs, and that hadn't helped at all. The surface of his buns still burned terribly, and his whole butt ached inside as well. Although letting the girls see his butt hole would be embarrassing, running the risk of getting paddled on his already sore butt was unimaginable. Besides, they'd probably already seen it, anyway, while he was bent over his mother's lap kicking and wiggling. With rising embarrassment, Jeremy forced his buns to relax, allowing Francine to separate them. He looked resolutely at the wall, his face bright red with shame.. Shirley leaned in, eyeing his now widely spread crack from closer range than she'd seen it before. Jeremy, to his embarrassment, could feel her breath on his butt hole itself. He stared at the wall, completely humiliated. How had this happened? How had he ended up standing here, completely bare-assed, with girls his age staring at his butt hole?

Shirley, meanwhile, was looking with a combination of fascination and revulsion of what she thought of as his "doo-doo hole." The boy's anus twitched continuously as he shifted position, the wrinkles shifting, tightening, and relaxing over and over under her gaze. From just a few inches away, she could catch an unmistakable doo-doo odor, faint but clearly present. Looking closely, she spotted a few smears of brown caught in the tiny wrinkles right in the center line, where they all joined. "He's got doo-doo on him," she announced to Francine, making Jeremy blush more deeply in shame.

"All boys have poop on them," Francine said dismissively. "They don't wipe good like us girls."

Actually, Jeremy Whitt was blessed with a superb digestive system that was operating at a peak of perfection that he'd miss as he got older. Often he didn't bother to wipe at all, his movements solid enough to plop obligingly out without leaving so much as a trace behind. It seemed too much trouble to take the time to wipe his behind, when there were kids to play with stuff to do. He now regretted neglecting the "paperwork" earlier that day.

Losing interest in Jeremy's less than pristine hindquarters, Shirley stood up. "Now what?" she said to Francine, who'd moved her face in to study Jeremy's anus as soon as Shirley's head had gotten out of the way. Francine made a disgusted noise.

"You're right, he's dirty," she said. "Just like a boy." She released Jeremy's hindquarters. Jeremy stood stiffly facing the wall, mentally willing them to go away and stop tormenting him.

"Now we make him show us his tallywhacker," Francine replied.

"NO!" Jeremy said forcefully, dropping his hands from his neck and cupping his genitals to hide them as Francine elbowed in beside him and pushed him partially out of the corner to get a view of his front.

"You moved your hands," Francine said accusingly. "Your ma said not to move your hands, and you moved your hands! Now you're in trouble!"

"Your ma said she'd paddle you if you moved your hands," Shirley added. "And you moved your hands! You're gonna get paddled! You're gonna get paddled!" she chanted in a sing- song voice.

Jeremy clutched his genitals more tightly in distress. "It was your fault," he accused. "You shouldn't be looking at me! Girls aren't supposed to look at boys naked! "

"If your ma didn't want us to look at you, she'd have had you put your pants back on," Francine said reasonably. "But you moved your hands, so now you're gonna get paddled!"

Jeremy thought rapidly. "Okay," he said resignedly. "I'll let you look. Just for a second. But then you can't tell my ma I moved my hands or left the corner."

Shirley was about to agree, but Francine held up her hand. "No, I don't think so," she said to Jeremy. "I think we'll just tell your ma you moved your hands and left the corner. Then she'll paddle you, and we'll see your tallywhacker all we want while you're getting paddled and afterward, while you're dancing around. It'll be more fun to watch you get paddled, anyway!"

Jeremy looked at her desperately. He moved his hands, exposing his genitals. "Okay," he said. "You can look at it as long as you want! You can touch it, even! Just don't tell my ma!"

Francine looked hesitant. "I don't know," she said, pretending indecision. "Watching you get paddled on your bare butt would be pretty fun." She grinned at Shirley. "My brother got a paddling on his bare butt last month for smoking! A long one!"

"You got to see it?" Shirley said, wishing she had a brother so she could look at his tallywhacker and his butt anytime she wanted to, and watch him get paddled.

"Naw," Francine admitted. "They don't let me see what he gets paddled! And it's not fair, 'cause when I got spanked last month, he got to watch! Mom spanked me right in the living room and she took my panties down and everything! But they don't let me watch him get spanked! They say he's too old! I guess that's he got hair! I can't wait till I get hair, so they won't spank me around him anymore."

"Everybody's got hair," Shirley said. "Except people who are bald."

"Not on their heads, silly," Francine said. "I mean hair on their crotches! Boys and girls get hair on their crotches when they grow older!"

"They do?" Said Shirley, who'd never seen anyone's bare crotch but her own before today. She tried to picture herself sprouting hair out of her crotch and failed miserably.

Returning to the previous topic, Francine went on. "Anyway, Pa took him to the woodshed, and they shut the door. And the window is too high so I couldn't see in. I jumped real high, too, but all I could see when I jumped was Pa's arm when he raised the shingle up high before bringing it down each time. But I heard it. The shingle made real loud smacks on his butt! And man, did he yell! He was begging and bawling like a little baby!" She glanced sideways at Jeremy. "Kind of like he did."

"It hurt!" Jeremy protested.

"He must have hurt more! Because he couldn't sit down the rest of the day – he ate dinner standing at the table. And he had to put down pillows and stuff to sit down for the rest of the week. He said Pa made blisters on his butt, big ones! He said they were everywhere, even his crack! So paddling hurts lots more than a little spankin'!" She turned back to Jeremy, who was still standing with his arms dangling, his little tallywhacker dangling over his little crotch bulge. "I think I'll just tell your ma, and let her do it, and then we can both watch!"

Jeremy's face turned white. "No, please!" he begged. "Go ahead, you can look at it! Touch it all you want!"

"I don't know..." Francine began, looking reluctant. "Shirley probably has her heart set on seeing you gat a paddling."

"Come on," Jeremy said earnestly. "I'll hold still and everything! I'll bend over so you can see my hiney hole better! I'll let you touch me anywhere! Just don't tell my ma!

Francine continued to look reluctant for a minute, meanwhile rejoicing inside. "All right," she finally said. "But we don't want to see your dirty old butt hole any more. Turn around and face us so we can see your tallywhacker!"

Relieved to have the threat of paddling removed from over his head, some of Jeremy's color returned and he obediently turned to face the girls, keeping his arms at his sides.

Shirley had no standard for comparison, of course, but Francine's first thought was that Jeremy's genitals were indeed insignificant – as little as those on the babies she'd seen being changed, as little as those on the 2-year- olds she sometimes helped her mother care for when their mothers were out to help make extra money for the family. His little penis was short and thin, barely a finger of tissue that sagged over his little wrinkled lump of a scrotum. The head was prominent and well-shaped, but small and round (Jeremy's mother had gotten him circumcised at the hospital the day after he was born on the advice of her doctor). "I don't know why you tried to cover it up," Francine said dismissively. "It's so little you can hardly see it."

Jeremy almost protested that his was bigger than lots of other boys he skinny dipped with at the swimming hole outside town. Before he blurted that out, though, he considered, realizing that it was a lie. He mentally ran through the appearance of the boys he'd cavorted naked with out at the swimming hole, realizing, to his chagrin, that most of them did have bigger genitals than him, some much bigger. He could think of 7 and 8-year-olds whose little mickies were smaller than his, but not any kids his age. He began blushing more redly as he realized that all those boys probably had made smug comparisons with him over the last few years.

To Shirley, this was a moment to remember for a life-time. She was seeing a boy's equipment! Up close! She eyed his genitals greedily, taking in their shape and size and texture, memorizing each wrinkle of his scrotum and each curve of the smooth penis. She pointed at the slit in the tip. "Is that where the pee-pee comes out?" she asked.

"Of course," Francine said with a superior air. "Haven't you seen a little boy pee before?"

"No," admitted Shirley. "I've never even seen a boy's stuff at all before!" She looked up at Jeremy. "You look weird," she said.

"No I don't," Jeremy protested. "I look like a boy. It's you girls who look weird!"

"You don't know anything about girls," Francine said accusingly, as Shirley kept examining Jeremy's penis and scrotum and the fascinating way they jutted out from his groin, absorbing every minor detail with her eyes.

"I do so!" Jeremy protested. "I know all about girls!"

"Oh yeah?" Francine snapped back. "If you know so much, tell us what girls have in front instead of tallywhackers."

Jeremy was silent for several long moments. He actually wasn't all that clear on what girls had. He'd heard lots of words for what girls had, but he hadn't really seen any. Unlike girls like Francine, boys of his time virtually never saw naked girls, even little ones. They were not expected to help diaper or potty younger children and indeed were actively discouraged from being in the vicinity when those things were going on. He had seen a picture that one of the older boys had showed them that supposedly showed a real girl's stuff, but it was a blurry black and white shot, and the only thing he'd seen clearly in it was an amazing amount of hair. He'd gleaned something from what the other boys said, around him, though.

"Girls have cunts," he finally replied. "Everyone knows that." Jeremy certainly had heard the older boys talk about girls' cunts, although he had little idea exactly what such a thing looked like. He knew they didn't have mickies like the boys did, or nuts, either, and for a long time he'd pictured girls as being completely smooth in front, except for a tiny slit to make pee out of. But lately he'd come to doubt this picture, because he'd heard older boys talking about "sticking their mickies up girls' cunts," and that meant there had to be some sort of tunnel or hole that a mickie could fit into, and it had to be a pretty big hole because the older boys had really big mickies. For a moment he wished with all his heart that the situation he was in was reversed, and that one or both of these irritating girls was standing in front of him with her cunt on display for him to see. He felt a peculiar tingle in his groin as he thought about that, a tingle similar to those he had when he had to pee, but more pleasant.

Francine looked at Shirley. "You ever touch one?" she asked.

Shirley looked confused. "You have to to wipe it when you pee," she said.

"Not your cunt," Francine said. "Have you ever touched a boy's mickie?"

Shirley considered that an incredibly stupid question. "If I've never seen one, how could I have touched one?" she asked reasonably.

"In the dark," Francine said. "Like at the movies or at a church hay ride. Or throught their pants."

"Have you?" Shirley said.

"Sure," Francine said. "I've touch little boys' all the time when my ma has me take them to the potty. And I touched Matthew Surplice's through his pants at the church social last month, 'cause he dared me to. It was pretty big," she reflected.

"Well I haven't," Shirley said. "Not ever."

"So go ahead, touch it," Francine said. "He has to let you, because he said he would."

Shirley got down on her knees in front of the boy to see better, and Jeremy flinched involuntarily away as he reached out hesitantly toward his genitals. He managed, somehow, to hold still as her hand contacted him. Shirley traced her index finger across the ridge of the head and then down the shift. Emboldened, she ran her finger up the underside, over the rougher wrinkles.

"It's soft," she said.

Jeremy gave a little jerk. "Don't touch it so much there," he said, almost in a whisper, indicating the sensitive underside. "I don't like it when other people touch it there."

"Why not," Francine asked. "My brother says he'd love to have a girl touch his! He was saying that to Edwin Winston just the other day! You know, the freaky little kid he hangs out with from the other side of town?" She grinned. "It was funny – 'caused Edwin said, he said, he said that his own tallywhacker was so big a girl would need to use two hands!"

Jeremy pulled up a mental picture of the mouthy and gangly Edwin Winston, a kid from the wrong side of the tracks who hung out with the trashy kids. He'd seen the older boy at the swimming hole lots of times, so could easily picture his nude anatomy. Jeremy realized immediately that Winston wasn't bragging – he did have an impressive mickie for his compact body, as well as a really bushy crop of hair above it like the older boys.

Shirley, meanwhile, was ignoring Jeremy's protest, running her finger down and the up the underside of his penis again, enjoying the feeling of the knotted skin pattern there.

"Don't touch it there, it makes me all shivery," Jeremy protested again, flinching again as Shirley started back down the underside of little soft penis with a fingertip while looking at it, cross-eyed, from about 8 inches away. "Come on, I don't like it when you touch it there."

Shirley, diverted, took the tip between thumb and forefinger and lifted it, studying the underside, trying to see why it felt so much rougher than the top. She stared, fascinated, at where wrinkles gathered to a point just under the tip. "If you squeeze the tip, the pee hole opens," Francine said helpfully. "At least it does on babies."

Shirley gently squeezed the head of Jeremy's penis between thumb and forefinger noting that the slit on the tip did indeed open into a little hole when she squeezed it. She squeezed it several more times, enjoying the effect. Jeremy contracted his pelvic muscles, making his penis flex in her hand like a trapped animal.

"I'm sorry," Shirley said immediately, looking up at him. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It don't hurt," he said. "It just felt weird." Shirley squeezed the tip again. Jeremy's groin muscles contracted again, involuntarily.

"How come it twitches like that?" Shirley asked, squeezing the tip again and getting another contraction from Jeremy, along with another protest. Jeremy gave a shiver that spread through his whole body, shaking Shirley's tentative grip off in the process.

"Don't shake her off," Francine said chidingly. "She can touch it if she wants. You agreed so you wouldn't get paddled, remember?"

"I didn't mean to," Jeremy said placatingly. "It just gives me the shivers."

Shirley looked at Francine, who nodded encouragement. "Go ahead, touch him some more if you want."

Shirley reached over hesitantly, with Jeremy watching her with a mixture of distrust and anticipation. She ran her fingertips down the side of his wrinkled little bag, then up the other side, tracing the small satchel of skin. The little lumps inside moved as she did so.

"What are those round things," she asked Francine, indicating one of the little marbles by lifting it with her finger and watching it shift in the sack

"I don't know, some stupid boy thing, I suppose," Francine said. "All of them have 'em, even the babies."

"Don't you know what they are?" Shirley asked Jeremy.

Jeremy didn't answer. Oh, he knew what they were – they were his nuts. Every boy had nuts. But right now he was watching Shirley carefully, knowing all too well how vulnerable those parts were to mishandling. Shirley began poking at his left little orb, watching in fascination as it moved under the skin.

"Careful," Jeremy protested. "You gotta be careful with those!"

"That's true," Francine said knowingly. "My brother about has a cow if he gets kicked or hit there. Boys are real touchy about that. My brother fell onto his bike bar and landed on his when he was trying to jump over a can once and about died! He rolled on the ground hollering and clutching himself for a long time!"

Shirley transferred her attention to Jeremy's penis again. "Hey," she said. "Didn't it used to be smaller than that?" She poked at Jeremy's organ, which was now half again as long as it had been. It also seemed less soft and flexible, and it was clearly standing out a bit away from the little bag with the marbles in it. She ran a finger down each side of the now harder flesh, causing another twitch from Jeremy. His penis got a bit longer, standing out more from his scrotum than before. Shirley stroked it again, petting it like a little animal. Before her eyes it stiffened and stretched out, until it was almost 2 inches long and pointing slightly above the horizontal, bobbing a bit with his heartbeat.

"Hey, he got all hard," Shirley said breathlessly, squeezing the tip and noting the firmness under the soft skin. The pee slit yawned easily when she squeezed it now that it was hard.

"Yeah, boys do that," Francine said knowingly. "Their tallywhackers go hard and then soft all the time. They do that when they've gotta pee, and sometimes when they're sitting on the potty grunting and trying to poop they get all hard, too. It's funny."

"Why do they get different?" Shirley said, suddenly realizing that she now understood the source of the change in Stanley Overstreet's pants bulge. "Why do they get hard?" For that matter, why did boys have tallywhackers, anyway?

"I don't know, they just do," Francine said. "'Cause boys are weird."

Fascinated by this new toy, Shirley began stroking her finger under the head of Jeremy's now projecting little organ. "I wonder if I keep touching it if it will get even bigger," she said aloud to Francine.

Jeremy shuddered, overwhelmed by a mix of feelings. Sometimes when he was lying in bed a night, not sleeping, he stroked himself like that, and his mickie would get hard like it was now, and it felt kinda good. But having this girl touch it was a lot more stimulating, an overwhelming amount more stimulating. "Don't do that," he said, twisting his hips to pull his penis out of her grip. "I don't like it – it makes me feel too shivery!"

In fact, Jeremy wasn't sure that was exactly true. It was true that the girl's touch was making him all shivery, and it was embarrassing as heck to be standing in front of a pair of girls, one of whom was in his class at school, with his mickie all hard and sticking up. But it had also felt good, in a tickly, shivery kind of way – good in a way that was too stimulating to stand, maybe, but good. He was torn between wanting her to stop so the sensations would get under control, and wanting to find out what would happen if she continues.

Shirley looked disappointed, but Francine stood her ground. "If she wants to touch it, you have to let her touch it, even if it does hurt," she proclaimed.

"Maybe I shouldn't touch it," Shirley said in return. "It's all hard – maybe I'll break it. Or maybe it'll explode."

"I didn't say it hurt," Jeremy said, missing her touch now that it had been withdrawn and feeling he'd spoken hastily. "I said it made me all shivery. Kind of like when you're tickled, only kind of good, too."

Shirley pondered that, then reached out and squeezed the mushroom tip of the boy's penis again, marveling at its hardness under the velvety outer skin, and at the way it swelled in her hand when the boy involuntarily tensed again. She stroked the underside with her thumb a few times while pressing her fingers on top to hold it still. Jeremy gasped and his hips wanting to make thrusting motions with each stroke. The tip of the boy's penis swelled with each thurst. "That feels weird," Jeremy said suddenly. "It feels like I'm gonna pee."

Shirley dropped his penis like she'd been bitten, throwing herself backwards out of range. "Not on me," she said hastily. Jeremy's penis immediately longed for her touch again.

"I didn't say I was gonna pee," he complained. "I said it felt like I was gonna pee, that's all. Don't worry, I won't. I don't even wet my bed." This was true, but only for the last year. Jeremy, to his silent shame, had been an inveterate bed-wetter through the age of 6 and an occasional wetter through the age of 8 before gradually tapering off. He still felt the shame of it, primarily because his mother had insisted on putting him in diapers every night, "just in case." Thus, every night he had to go through the same shameful ritual of taking off all his clothes and lying face up on his bed waiting for his mother to come and diaper him, and the same utterly humiliating morning ritual of having to wait in his bed until she came to remove his diaper, reprimanded him sharply for being a baby and wetting himself again, and then led him bare naked across the hall to the bathroom where he had to submit to having his genitals and butt thoroughly washed and dried. He'd dreaded the washings, because his mother, disgusted with his continued wetting, had always been rough when washing him, sharply tugging his little worm and squeezing his sack, then scrubbing his butt crack until it felt raw. He'd never gone on a sleepover to a friend's house nor had a friend over to his own for that reason. His mother still kept the rubber protector on his bed, "just in case."

Hesitant but still fascinated by the fascinating behavior of this weird appendage boys had, Shirley reached for his penis again, this time petting the top of it like an animal. It jumped under her hand with each stroke, and Jeremy's little hip contractions increased. This wasn't so overwhelmingly stimulating, and Jeremy found he enjoyed it more. "That's good," he panted, sounding out of breath. "It feels real good." In truth, it was feeling great – he'd never had a feeling like this before. It felt like his penis felt when he had to pee real bad and finally could, only better. It felt like when you had the worst itch in the world and finally got to scratch it. He never wanted her to stop – it was feeling more and more wonderful all the time.

The sound of the door latch and footsteps on the porch, along with female voices, brought all three children back to reality. "Your ma's here," Francine hissed. "Quick, get your hands behind your head and turn around!" His heart thumping, Jeremy quickly planted his nose in the corner, while Francine and Shirley dived behind the couch and busied themselves with the buttons. In moments, the two mothers walked, glancing at Jeremy in the corner and the girls seemingly playing casually on the floor.

"Did he behave himself while we were gone?" Jeremy's mother asked.

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Whitt! He was a perfect angel," Francine said solemnly. She gave Shirley a wink out of the corner of her eye.

Jeremy's mother walked over behind him. "Are you ready to turn around and apologize to your cousin?" she asked pointedly.

Jeremy, petrified at the idea of letting his mother and Mrs. Weiss see him with a pulsing stiffy, tried frantically to think of an appropriate response. "In a minute," he finally croaked.

"What do you mean, 'in a minute,'" his mother asked. "You can apologize right now!"

"Please, ma! Just let me have a minute, and then I'll 'pologize," he begged.

His mother grasped his arm and yanked him from the corner. "I've half a mind to spank you again," she said. "There's no reason you can't..." she stopped as she caught sight of her son's erect penis, pointing slightly skyward and swollen larger than she remembered ever seeing it. She'd seen it hard in his toddler days, of course, but it had never looked so engorged and, well, sexual before. She remembered immediately that boys get erections when they're about to wet themselves. "Do you need to go pee-pee?" she asked, looking at her son searchingly.

"No," Jeremy said, blushing furiously at the fact the two women were looking pointedly at his stiff mickie and talking about peeing in front of him.

"Looks to me like he does," Mrs. Weiss said. "Pretty urgently, too."

"No I don't," Jeremy croaked.

"You'd better go, anyway. Girls, you go with him and watch him to make sure he doesn't try to rub his bottom," his mother finally decided.

Shirley and Francine eagerly jumped up, Francine taking the protesting Jeremy's arm and dragging him down the hall to the bathroom, Shirley following eagerly. Once in the bathroom, Shirley reached over and opened the toilet lid, leaving the seat down and waiting for Jeremy to sit down. Francine reached over and raised the seat. "You really don't know anything about boys, do you?" she said to Shirley. She pulled Jeremy over and lined him up in front of the toilet, still protesting that he didn't really need to go. Satisfied with his position, she finally let go of him, then looked critically at his penis, pointing above horizontal.

"Don't go yet," she commanded. She looked at Shirley. "If he goes now, he'll miss the toilet and pee all over the wall. You'll have to hold him down."

"What?" Shirley said.

"Point his tallywhacker at the toilet, so he doesn't pee all over the place," Francine said.

"Why don't you do it?" Shirley said.

"Because I've seen boys pee before!" Francine said, as if that explained everything. "The little ones always pee when you take their diapers off. If you're not careful they get you! My ma got hit in the face once!"

Tentatively, Shirley reached over and took Jeremy's penis between thumb and forefinger, forcing it downward. She was surprised how stiff it was and how it resisted movement. Jeremy had stopped protesting and stood there, staring at her hand. The three waited for a long moment.

"Well?" Francine said. "Are you going to pee, or not? Shirley wants to see!"

"I'm trying," Jeremy said. "It's hard to pee when your mickie's got a stiffy!"

"Your mickie!" Francine said, laughing. "You call it your mickie!" She doubled over in hysterics.

"Why's that funny?" Jeremy said indignantly, with as much dignity as a boy could muster when standing with his bottom half naked in front of two girls, one of whom was holding his penis. "All the boys call it a mickie!"

Francine choked back her laughter for a minute. "My Uncle Mickey will be glad to hear that, I'm sure!" she said, doubling over with laughter again. "Maybe I should call him Uncle Tallywhacker!"