Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 30

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 30
by Chadlad

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 30: What's Sauce for the Gander...

Turning to go up the church sidewalk with the other worshipers, Mrs. Raphael sighed. She'd begun her seduction of Bobby Raphael only 2 days later, following the witnessing of a second Saturday night exhibition of poor Bobby's bare rump, this one only a moderate spanking, followed by a short glimpse of his remarkable tool as he snatched up his underpants and fled, crying, to his room. Maxine had invited still another friend to this particular exhibition of her brother's genitals, so it was 6 girls this time watching Bobby's humiliation. Shirley had experienced even more yearning to get her hands on the boy's remarkable tool this time – she wanted to know what it felt like to hold a tallywhacker you had to use two hands to handle, and, even more, she wanted to see it erect. Bobby had not been at all cooperative in that respect – unlike Jeremy, being nude around females and getting spanked didn't appear to make him stiff at all – quite the reverse, it appeared to make him softer and floppier. By chance, the following Monday, she was sitting in the front yard, thinking of walking to the part, when she happened to spy Bobby slouching past her aunt's house, all alone, kicking a can down the street ahead of him. She leaned over the fence as he passed.

"Hey," she said.

Bobby stopped in mid-kick and looked up, surprised by the greeting. "Hey yourself," he finally said.

"Where ya goin'?" Shirley asked.

"Park," Bobby said. He drew back his leg to kick the can again.

"Can I go with you?" Shirley asked. "Jeremy's off at the swimming hole with the guys, so I couldn't go with him."

Bobby looked up again. "'Course not," he said in a superior tone. "They don't wear suits."

"How come you're not at the swimming hole?" Shirley asked.

Bobby thought a minute, then moved closer to her. "Don't like it," he said. "Don't know how to swim."

"Oh. I thought maybe you didn't like being naked," Shirley said. "I wouldn't."

Bobby looked at the ground. "That, too," he finally said. "Don't like looking at a bunch of peck--- at a bunch of naked boys, either. And I don't like the way they look at me. It's creepy." He looked at her more closely. "Hey," he suddenly said. "Aren't you one of Maxine's stupid friends?" His eyes narrowed. "You're one of them, aren't you! You're one of them that comes over to make fun of me! You were there the last two weeks when I got – when it happened." He turned abruptly, heading toward his can again, his face flushing.

"Wait, don't go!" Shirley said. Bobby stopped and looked at her, eyes blazing.

"What?" he said.

"I didn't want to come the second time," she said. "Francine made me. I think your grandma is mean! I think they're all mean!"

"Yeah, right," he said. He gave the can a vicious kick and started up the street. Shirley hurried through the gate to follow him. She caught up with him easily, but he refused to meet her eyes or stop.

"I do, I think they're mean!" she reiterated. "Your grandma shouldn't spank you in front of girls, all naked like that! And she shouldn't spank you so hard! Besides, Maxine is making stuff up to get you into trouble! She left the bathroom door open on purpose so you'd come in and she could say you were peeping at her. And last week, she's the one who made the mess around the toilet – she said she peed on the seat and around the edges herself after you'd gone in, so that you'd get the blame!"

That got Bobby's attention. He stopped and stared at her. "I knew it!" he shouted. "I knew Shit-for-brains was setting me up!" He smiled a smile of triumph for a moment, then it dissolved away again. "But Grandma won't believe me, not ever. So I can't stop Maxine – she'll just keep setting me up and getting my butt beat."

There was an awkward silence as Bobby looked miserably at the ground. Then he turned and walked rapidly toward the park entrance, Shirley hurrying to catch up. He finally flopped down in the grass in the shade of a tree just inside the decorative fence. Shirley flopped down beside him, on her stomach like him. He had his face cradled in his arms. He looked on the verge of crying. There was an awkward silence for a time. Finally, he turned his head in his arms and looked at her. "It hurts so bad when she does it," he said. "When she spanks me. Ma used to spank me sometimes, but never on the bare, and never that hard. I try not to cry, but I can't help it – it feels like fire, you know? Like I pulled my pants down and sat on a hot stove!"

"I know – I got paddled by my aunt last year," Shirley admitted. "I know what it feels like."

"It hurts for days afterward," Bobby continued. "It hurts right now. 'Cause I got spanked Saturday again."

"I know – I saw you get it, remember?" Shirley said, moving close enough to put an arm awkwardly around Bobby's shoulder. "It's not fair."

Bobby sniffled slightly. "I hate the way they watch me," he said, apparently ignoring the fact that Shirley had been one of the watchers. "The older girls who are stupid Shit-for- brains' friends, I mean. They all stand there, smirking, as Grandma takes my pants down. They can't wait for her to take down my underpants! They're practically falling all over themselves to see! Like they never saw a butt before, or like they don't have butts of their own! And they laugh and make fun of me when she makes me cry! Like they wouldn't cry even louder if it was them getting a butt whipping!"

He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, speaking more hesitantly. "And I try – I try to keep my legs together, so they don't see my peck—my boy stuff, you know? But it hurts so bad afterward that I gotta touch it, and I can't hold still, and I end up running around with all my boy stuff hanging out afterward, and that's when they all get an eyeful!" He swiped at his eyes impatiently. "I got to take a bath before my spankin' time this Saturday, Grandma said yesterday – like my butt stinks any worse than hers! And she said yesterday that if I don't show some improvement by this Saturday, she's going to make me stand in the corner afterward for the rest of the evening – 'bare- ass naked,' she said! And anyone who comes in can look at me! And she says after that if I still don't behave, she's going to give me 'something special' that I won't like! I asked her what 'something special' means, and she wouldn't say – she only pointed here!" he said, indicating his front, which he was currently lying on. He looked fearfully at Shirley. "I just wish I could go back to my ma! Everything was perfect when I lived with her!"

"I know," Shirley said. "At least, I know it's bad getting spanked."

"It hurts a lot," Bobby admitted. "But worse is having people look at you naked. Not just seeing your butt-- I hate people looking at me peck—my boy thing! I don't even like boys looking at it! That's why I don't go to the swimming hole – they all stare at me like I'm some sort of freak!"

He buried his face in his arms again for a minute, his sides shaking as he suppressed the urge to cry. Finally he looked up again. "They grab it," he confessed. "My boy thing. Not all of them, but some of them. They just reach out and yank it, like it was a cat's tail or something!" (Pulling cat's tails to enjoy their reaction was a popular sport for many young boys of that time, Shirley recalled). "They don't do it to anyone else much, only me!"

"That's because it hangs down so far," Shirley ventured, "They probably grab it because it's long!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it.

Bobby looked at her in alarm and sudden anger. "I thought you were nice," he said, rising to her feet rapidly and turning his back. "You're just like all the others, always making fun of me because I hang down a lot!" He started to stumble off, half crying. Shirley followed him doggedly as he fled to the thick trees on the far side of the park, where it joined the woods. He stumbled in, crashing through brush and pushing aside branches, until he finally tripped over a root and fell quite hard right on his posterior. He sat there, biting his lip in the sudden pain that comes when a boy who's been spanked the day before sits too suddenly.

Shirley sat beside him on the mossy ground. "Leave me alone," Bobby said. "Go make fun of someone's else's pecker."

"I'm not making fun of it," Shirley said. "I just said it's long because it is!"

"Yeah, and you have knobby knees," Bobby said. "And no tits. But do I make fun of that? Everybody thinks they've got to say something! I go to the trough in the boys' room to pee, and the kid next to me says, 'hey, what'd you do, get that thing caught in a wringer?' Or they say, 'Is that a dick or a big turd?' Or, 'Hey, Raphael – don't you know if you jerk off all the time your peter gets longer – oh, I see you already know!'" He grimaced in memory. "I can just be walking down the hall, and someone will say, "Hey, there goes Long Dong Silver!'" He scowled.

Shirley hastened to placate him – the last thing she wanted was for him to be angry at her. "I'm not making fun of you, really," she pleaded. "I like your thingy! I think it's nice! I like that it's long! It's, like, way bigger than anyone else's!"

"Yeah, I know," Bobby grumbled. "I'm Bobby the freak. Everyone wants me to pull my pants down so they can stare at me like the Elephant Man at the fair or something. You're just like the rest of them – you look and you giggle and you make fun of it with your friends afterward! Like I'm the fucking Wild Man of Borneo or something! Well, if that's what you want, here!" He turned over on his back, swiftly unsnapping the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper, opening the front, and then pulling down the waistband of his underpants. His snake-like penis lay against his light brown skin, curled against his groin, soft and helpless. "There!" he said, glaring at her. "Look all you want! Go ahead! Tell me what a freak I am, and how ugly it looks, and how no girl will ever want me to get that thing near them. Go ahead and grab it like the other boys do – give a yank and see if you can pull it off! That's what you want to do, isn't it? Hurt me? So go ahead!" He grabbed his penis by the tip and held it out to her, unfurling it to its full, improbably length. "Hit me in the nut sack, too, while you're at it," he stormed. That's all any of you people want to do in this stinkin' town is hurt me – so go ahead!"

Shirley looked at the boy's stormy face, then at his tallywhacker, looking even longer stretched out toward her, his pitifully small little bag looking lost underneath. She was shocked, shocked by the violence of his words, shocked by his belief that everyone in town hated him and wanted to hurt him, shocked by the fact that he'd just pulled his pants down in front of her and invited her to view the object of her recent obsession. She struggled to get her mental footing. "I don't want to hurt you," she protested. "I like you, kinda. And I don't think it's ugly," she said more quietly, leaning up on one arm to examine his genital region. "I don't think it's ugly at all."

"Yeah, right," Bobby said. He gave his own peter a yank. "Look at it! I have to twist it just so it will stay in my underpants!" He fell back, letting go of his underpants, which immediately caught under his genitals, leaving them exposed. He glared at his offending parts in disgust. His boy thing was always getting in the way, falling down his swim trunks leg to peek out the bottom, getting caught in his zipper, making his pants bulge embarrassingly when they were too tight, and worst of all, erecting itself so that it tried to peek out the top of his pants right in math class! He remembered, with a shudder, the day he'd gotten spanked in the principal's office, both the principal and his teacher staring at his dangling tool for the longest time. "Why can't I be normal, like all the other boys!" he muttered.

Shirley felt a flood of sympathy. "I like it," she said forcefully. "I think it's the cat's pajamas! It's much better than a little one like Jerem—like the other little boys have!"

Bobby yanked his underpants back over his genitals again. "You're just saying that," he said. "Then you'll go to the other girls and make fun of me. Well go ahead, I don't care. Yell it from the rooftops."

"No I won't! I don't like it when they make fun of you! I don't like it when your grandma paddles you, either! I'm not coming over when Maxine asks any more!" Shirley stormed. She realized she meant it, too, even if that meant she wouldn't see this boy's marvelous toy any more, either.

"Who cares?" Bobby said. "She'll just bring other girls. And Grandma will keep tanning my butt every Saturday, and they'll all watch and laugh because I can't keep from crying, and then they'll try to see my thing so they can make fun of it! And this morning, Grandma said if I didn't shape up, she was going to start spanking me in the back yard, so the neighbor kids could watch!" He looked ready to burst into tears again. "It's not fair – a whole bunch of girls get to see me naked! Me and lots of other boys! Yet we don't get to see you girls! Shit-for-brains never gets spanked, and she's a lot badder than me! Girls don't get spanked much at all, and when they do, they get it in private. But me and a lot of the other boys get spanked right out in the open, even bare naked!"

"Jeremy got spanked on the porch last year," Shirley said.

"Lots of boys do in this town," Bobby continued. "A lot more than used to where I used to live. At least it seems like it. Boys got spanked mostly in private, in their own homes there. But here everyone's doing it in the open! And boys swim naked here, too, and they never did back home. The girls come to spy on us sometimes, I know they do. But no one listens when we complain. They just say 'you don't have anything any other boy doesn't have,' and 'I'm not wasting money on swim suits when God gave you a perfectly fine body."

"My aunt spanked me with my pants down along with my cousin Jeremy last year," Shirley said. "She made us strip and lie naked right beside each other."

"Hah!" Bobby said. "She just did you in the same room because it was handy for her. They never spank girls and let boys just watch, when the boys aren't getting spanked, too. But they always let the girls watch when the spank us! We don't even get to see them in their panties! And we're the ones that have the stuff that hangs out."

"I'll help you get Maxine spanked," Shirley said with sudden inspiration.

"What?" Bobby said. He hadn't bothered to zip his pants up and button them again, and his underpants still bulged out over his lengthy appendage. Shirley couldn't stop looking at it, wishing he'd pull his underpants down again.

"I can help you set it up so that Maxine gets her round little butt spanked!" Shirley said with greater enthusiasm. "I know just how we could do it, so that her grandmother would have no choice but to spank her – maybe even in front of you! But you'll need my help."

"How?" Bobby said. "She adores old Shit-for-brains, and she hates me."

"But she hates girls who do sex things with boys," Shirley said. "She thinks your mother ruined your father. She's always saying he 'led her down the road to perdition!' So we make her think Maxine is headed that way, and she'll have to spank Maxine to save her."

"How do we do that?" Bobby asked.

"I'll tell you," Shirley began. "But you have to do something for me in return."

"What," Bobby said, suspiciously. Shirley looked around. They were deep in the woods, out of sight and totally alone.

"Take your pants and underpants off and let me touch you," she said, her heart pounding with excitement. "Let me touch you as much as I want, and I'll tell you how to get Maxine over your grandmother's lap. I bet we can even get her paddled or even switched if we do it right, with you standing right there watching."

"You want to touch me?" Bobby said suspiciously. "Why?"

"'Cause I like boys," Shirley said. "I like your boy stuff a lot! I want to see yours all stiff, and see what it feels like. I can make it feel good – I do it to Jeremy all the time!" She looked at him with hungry eyes. "Please?" she said.

Bobby considered. He really did want to see Maxine get spanked. And hadn't this girl already seen his stuff plenty of times? Heck, he'd just displayed his genitals to her himself. Bobby looked around, then stood up and let his pants slide down. Slowly, he pulled his underpants down and stood holding them, looking at her.

"Relax," Shirley said, a tremor in her own voice. "Lie down here beside me." Bobby settled his bare bottom, still blushing pink from his spanking and sporting healing blisters, on some soft moss on the ground. He leaned back stiffly, still cautious and mistrusting, but wanting to get Maxine enough to take a chance with this girl. Shirley settled cross-legged beside him and reached for his crotch eagerly.

Bobby flinched, then steadied himself. "Don't hurt it," he said quietly. Shirley moved more slowly, hovering over his member, then gently stroking down its considerable length to the ridge of the tip. Bobby shivered.

"I wouldn't dream of hurting it," Shirley said, as it twitched slightly under her fingertips. "Yours isn't the first one I've touched, you know," she added, not mentioning that it was, actually, just the second. She gently circled her fingers around its girth, marveling that 2 inches still stuck out the end when she made a fist around it. "I'm going to make it feel really, really good!" she added, loosening her grip and beginning a gentle stroking motion with her circled fist that she'd already discovered drove Jeremy Whitt up onto his toes and made him shiver. She let her thumb and forefinger rise until they passed over the ridge of the head, than brought her fast down again. This was fun – she'd always had trouble sliding off Jeremy's diminutive member, but this kid had tallywhacker to spare!

Bobby Raphael had masturbated before that day in the woods – with a penis that long, how could he not have discovered that any physical contact, especially when it was hard, was intensely pleasurable. Thus, he'd had dry orgasms before, and the fact that his tool quickly stiffened to stand up in his groin like a flagpole, and the fact that intense feelings soon built in him to a heel-pounding climax wasn't a surprise. No, the surprise was how good it felt to have someone else, especially a girl, especially a pretty girl like this one, gently and lovingly stroke you rather than having to do it yourself. He was in love, or at least in powerful lust, with Shirley before the head of his penis had quit pulsing and he'd managed to catch his breath again. Shirley sat back, letting his gradually drooping organ settle in his lap, and sighed. She hoped desperately that she'd get the chance to do that again with him – sooner rather than later. But first, she'd made him a promise.

"Pull you pants up," she ordered, "in case somebody comes by. And then I'll tell you how we're going to get Maxine."

Shirley was not a sophisticated person, so the plan, when she detailed it, wasn't sophisticated, either. But as any good systems analyst knows, the more complex a plan is, the more things that can go wrong. Bobby grasped her plan immediately, adding a few suggestions of his own, and then decided to set execution of it for the following Saturday, and rose awkwardly to depart. Before they left the woods, Bobby leaned over, impulsively, and kissed Shirley on the cheek. Before she could react, he was running across the park. Shirley stopped and watched his muscular little boy butt working in his pants as he ran. He was so darn gorgeous, and that tallywhacker of his – well, she couldn't think of much else the rest of the week.

Shirley arranged, without much trouble, to get herself invited to Maxine's house for another Saturday sleepover. As a number of the girls would be out of town on summer vacation, including the ubiquitous Ruth, only she and Francine showed up at Maxine's door later that afternoon. Francine, never a big fan of Maxine but a terrific fan of watching kids get spanked, especially on the bare, had already been briefed by Shirley on the plan and was ready to play her part. Bobby, as planned, stayed out of sight in his room. Around 6 o'clock, Maxine went to the bathroom, allowing Shirley to put the first part of the plan in action. "I just remembered," she said to Maxine's grandmother "Don't you smoke Pall Malls? Because Francine and I saw what looked like an unopened pack of Pall Malls lying in the ditch by your mailbox," she said innocently. "We thought you might have dropped them on your way in."

Maxine and Bobby's grandmother lurched to her feet, an almost hungry look in her eyes. A pack of cigarettes was better than gold, in her mind. "I'd best go see," she said. Shirley hoped it would take her several minutes to navigate out the lane and find the cigarette pack Francine had filched from her brother (who was still smoking despite several severe paddlings for it) and stuck there earlier. That would be just enough time for her plan. Meanwhile, as the grandmother was headed out the kitchen door, Francine poked her head in Bobby's door.

"Go!" she hissed at Bobby. Bobby jumped up from the bed where he'd been waiting, grabbing up his bundle of fresh underwear, pants, and t-shirt, rushing to the bathroom door and standing there hopping from one foot to another just as Maxine came out. He bolted through the door and shut it behind him, immediately turning the water on in the tub.

"Guess brother dear had to go!" she said cheerfully. "And he's probably worried about washing his dirty butt before tonight's show!" She looked around the empty room. "Where did Grandma go?" she asked.

"She said she had to go see Mrs. Grenville," Francine said, almost grinning in anticipation now that their plan was in motion. "She said she'd be gone at least 45 minutes."

"Just so she's back by seven," Maxine said. "We don't want to make little brother wait for his butt blistering!" She looked around the room again. "She'd be gone at least 45 minutes, huh? I know, let's go torment brother dear. He ought to be good and naked by now. Grandma won't let me walk in on him, but she's not here, is she? And she'll never believe him! Come on, let's do it!"

"You go ahead," Shirley said. "Francine and I will be along in a minute – she's helping me with sewing up this tear." She held up her arm so Maxine could see the needle and thread hanging from a rent in her sleeve.

"Suit yourself," Maxine said. "But don't be long, you'll miss the show!" She skipped across the room, swinging the bathroom door wide. "Surprise!" she said.

Bobby was bending over the tub as the door opened, butt naked. He straightened up with a little shriek, then grabbed his genitals to cover them. "Hey!" he squealed indignantly. "Get out of here! I don't have any clothes on!"

"That shouldn't bother you, brother dear," Maxine said condescendingly. "I see your donger all the time when you get spanked! And Grandma says you're standing naked in the corner tonight after your spankin', so I'll get to look at it as much as I want." She grabbed him by the shoulders and twisted him around, trying to pull his hands away from his groin. "Now come on," she crooned. "Let big sis see you freak of nature!" Francine, watching outside from the kitchen window, saw their grandmother waddling back to the house, holding a pack of Pall Malls clutched in her hand like she'd found the Holy Grail.. She opened the door as the older woman approached.

"Come quick!' she hissed. "Maxine has gone crazy! She broke in on Bobby while he was taking a bath and she's saying terrible things to him! Listen!"

The old woman stopped in the kitchen and leaned forward in an eavesdropping position. In the bathroom the struggle continued.

"I'm gonna call Grandma!" Bobby said. "You ain't supposed to be in here when I'm takin' a bath! You aren't supposed to be touching my boy stuff, either! Grandma!" he bellowed loudly. "GRANDMA!"

Seeing that Francine was bringing Maxine's grandmother inside, Shirley turned away from the kitchen, so it would appear she didn't know the grandmother was there, and called into Maxine, "Maxine, what are you doing! You shouldn't be in there when Bobby's taking a bath! It's sinful! Your grandmother will kill you!"

"Oh, be quiet, both of you!" Maxine snapped, still trying to pry his hands off of his privates. She noted, with rising excitement, that the tip of his penis was sticking out from between his fingers, the whole thing too long to cover easily. He was losing his grip! She'd have him all the way bare in a minute, and then she'd give that thing of his a good yank, don't think she wouldn't. "Besides, the fat old bag went out, and she won't be back for a long time! So she won't know any of this happened."

In the kitchen, Maxine's grandmother frowned at the use of the phrase, "old bag." She started forward, but Francine put a restraining hand on her arm and made a shushing motion.

"Then I'm telling when she comes back," Bobby insisted. "I'm telling her that you came in when you knew I was here so you could look at me! She'll be mad!"

"No you won't," Maxine said in a superior tone. "Because I'll tell her that you took your pants down and exposed yourself to us girls while she was gone, and told us to suck your donger! Then you'll really get a whipping!"

"But I didn't do that!" Bobby protested, still struggling to cover his manhood.

"That doesn't matter," Maxine said, bragging. "You didn't do a whole lot of the stuff you've already gotten spanked for, but only you and I know that! You didn't try to sneak in on me when I was in the bathroom either, but you got paddled for that in front of everyone, remember? And remember last week, when she said you peed on the toilet seat? I did that, and then blamed you, and ended up again with your little bare butt over her lap, getting spanked! Grandma believed me, not you, and do you remember how much you cried when she spanked you for that one? Now let me see your big donger, little boy. Or I'll tell her you told us to suck it, like I said. She'll always believe me rather than you no matter what happens! I'd think you'd smarten up after awhile! If you tell on me, I'll just tell on you, and she'll never believe you because you're a boy, and we all know that boys are sex-crazed."

"It's not fair!" Bobby insisted.

"Life's not fair, Shithead," Maxine said. "But I'll make you a deal. If you do two simple things for me, I'll tell Grandma you were as good as gold while she was gone."

"What things?" Bobby said suspiciously. Shirley, who could see both the pair in the kitchen and Bobby and Maxine standing in the bathroom, though Bobby's grandmother looked like a toad swelling up like they did when they were threatened. Bobby, on the other hand, looked pathetic and helpless with his hands clutched over his privates and his back hunched as a consequence, his little, vulnerable buttocks protruding.

Maxine went on, as her Grandmother strained to listen from the kitchen. "First, you let me hit you in your little nuts as hard as I can! With your legs apart, and holding your donger out of the way, so I can get you good!"

Bobby winced. His step sister was all kinds of mean. He comforted himself with the fact that if Shirley's plan worked, it would never happen. "What's the second thing?" he asked. Shirley frowned. Knowing the plan, he didn't sound frightened enough – he didn't sound frightened at all – kind of smirky, in fact. But Maxine didn't seem to notice in her glee at having him in her control.

"You have to jerk off in front of us," Maxine said, looking like a cat teasing a mouse. "You have to play with that freaky thing of yours in front of us! All of us! I want to see what it looks like when it gets hard!" She looked at his hairless crotch critically. "I suppose a little boy like you can't wet cum, but you can at least dry cum. And don't try to fake it – I'm made other boys jerk off in front of me before, so I know what a real dry cum looks like!"

"Maxine, no!" Shirley wailed, playing her part. "You shouldn't be saying stuff like that – it's nasty! You're going to go to hell if you do! Just come out of there and leave him alone, and maybe he won't tell on you."

"Don't be a Miss Goody Twoshoes," Maxine said. "Besides, who's going to know? The old bat? She's not here, and she doesn't know half of what I do, anyway! Besides, it'll be fun! Wait 'til you see his expression when I hit him in the nuts! I've made boys bigger than him cry! And don't you want to see him jerk off?" She looked across at the Shirley, who didn't have to fake her shock at Maxine's language. "Oh, I suppose a little Goody Twoshoes like you doesn't know about boys jerking off! The only naked boy you've probably ever seen is that dinky-dong cousin of yours. You ought to see the big boys! They've got hair, and dongers worth your while!" She grinned evilly at Shirley. Around the corner, her grandmother pursed her lips and grimaced, mouthing "filthy whore" under her breath.

Unaware that her grandmother was just around the corner, Maxine turned her attention back to Bobby. "Stop wasting time, brother-dear. You need to make a choice – either get in the tub and I'll tell Grandma that you exposed yourself to us and told us to suck your dick. Then I guarantee you'll get your little pee-pee whipped, and maybe your nut sack, too! Or else move your hands, spread your legs apart, and lift your ridiculous donger out of the way so I can give you your smack. Your choice, but choose quickly."

"Of course, even if you let me smack your nuts and jerk off for us, the old bag is still gonna spank your butt tonight. But maybe if you're nice now, I'll ask her to go easier on you – maybe not even make you stand naked in the corner all evening!" She smirked at Bobby. "Bet you're sorry you're a stupid boy, now, aren't you? You boys are always so high and mighty, cause you got your stupid dongers in your pants! But we girls can wrap you up in knots any time we want, and you'd best remember that!"

Bobby slowly dropped his hands to his sides, exposing his crotch fully, and thrust toward Maxine, like he was complying with her order. He nodded at Shirley. Shirley looked up and reacted, as if seeing his grandmother for the first time. "Maxine!" she said urgently. "Your Grandma..."

"Shut up about the old bat!" Maxine said. "You act like such a fraidy-cat baby. I told you she'll never know!" She drew her hand back. "Now get your donger out of the way, brother-dear. I want to get you good!"

"You're the one who's going to get it good, you whoring daughter of Satan!" her grandmother roared, pushing Francine aside and waddling around the corner, rage propelling her faster than Shirley would have thought possible. She pulled herself up into a towering fury. "I'll make both of you wish you'd never been born!"