Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 7

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 7
by Chadlad

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Chapter 7: Never is Not as Long as it Used to Be

Tommy's heart sped up dramatically as they got to the bottom of the stairs. Spanking time, spanking time, spanking time, it seemed to say with each beat. He was momentarily surprised when Gabriel turned, not toward the kitchen as he had expected, but instead toward the living room. They passed through the door and stopped, Tommy's eyes scanning the room in fear, quickly alighting on the couch, where his sister Beth sat with her friend Karen from across the street, the two chatting cheerfully together as they waited. Beth held a ping-pong paddle in one hand, gently slapping the palm of her other hand with it.

Tommy froze, resulting in Gabriel yanking his penis painfully before stopping herself and letting go of Tommy. He reached to cover himself, but was stopped by Beth's voice. "Oh, look! The guest of honor is here! Keep those hands behind your head, mister! Don't worry about your little dick – you won't have those pants on long, anyway!" Tommy froze in the process of reaching for his penis, then forced his hands to return behind his head. The swollen but soft tip of his post-orgasmic penis was left just barely peeking out of his fly.

"Why is Karen here?" he asked plaintively. "I thought we were keeping this a secret!"

"Don't be ridiculous," his sister replied. "I never keep any secrets from Karen. Besides, she's seen what you boys have many times before – she's got twin brothers, you know, and she was a big help in bringing Chad back into line."

Chad remembered all too well the help Karen had been. He remembered having to stand naked in front of her before his first family paddling, her taking her turn paddling his butt, and his utter humiliation of huddling on all fours over the patio drain, pooping right in front of her while she and the rest of the kids, including her younger brothers, had watched. But he also remembered her gently teasing of his wiener when everyone was out of the room, her shorting out the shock prod so that Beth never got the chance to give him a powerful jolt right on the balls, and the fact that she was the first person to make him wet cum. So it was with oddly mixed feelings that he saw she was there for Tommy's first punishment. Would she be supporting him when unobserved as well, just as she had with Chad?

Karen quickly dispelled that notion. She looked Tommy right in the eyes and addressed him. "Beth told me what you did, so I asked to come over! I felt sorry for your brother last month when he was being punished, because although he deserved it I thought he was a good boy at heart and deserved another chance. What you did, though, was heartless and cruel, and I have no sympathy for what you're going to get at all. In fact, I'll be thrilled to help Beth in any way I can to beat some sense into your little butt!" She sat down, glaring at Tommy.

"But it was an accident!" Tommy wailed in desperation.

"You're a liar," Karen said calmly. "Beth heard you talking to Chad. You meant to ram you dick up your friend Jesse's butt, because he wanted to fool around with you like all you boys do to each other now and then. But you're so worried that you might be gay that you decided you needed to hurt him in return, and it's only because he knew that discretion was the better part of valor that he avoided it and Gabriel got it instead. Yes, Gabriel getting it was an accident, but you intended to do just as much harm to Jesse, who's supposed to be your best friend! You wanted to send him a message, I guess. Well, I hope I get a crack at your butt today, because I've got a message I'd like to send you!"

Tommy opened his mouth to object, but Beth broke in. "That's enough out of you, young man!" she snapped. "Here comes Dakota, so we can get started. From this point on, young man, you only speak if requested to. Otherwise, the only sounds I expect out of you is the squalling you're going to do when we start spanking your butt. Nod your head if I've made myself clear!"

Tommy stared at her, started to open his mouth, then thought better of it and nodded when she began to look angrier. "Good," she said. "Now, here's how we're going to start. Dakota and I discussed it and decided that you should already have a nice, sore butt by the time we start breakfast, so we scheduled a little warm-up spanking for right now. And because the discipline of naughty boys should really be the responsibility of girls, I will be administering it. You two boys sit down over there and watch for now. Gabriel, you'll get your shot at his butt later, after breakfast. This first spanking is going to be an old fashioned, pants and underpants around the ankles, over the lap affair. Your pajamas and underpants should restrain your kicking as I burn your naughty butt, and the fact you've got clothing everywhere except your bottom should help emphasize how bare and vulnerable you little bottom is. That's the trouble with you boys, you don't realize how pathetic you are. You think those little things of yours make you powerful, yet they hang out in the open where they can get into all sorts of mischief. That's why girls are so much stronger than boys – all of our important parts are tucked up inside us, nice and safe, while yours are outside, just hanging in the breeze and begging for someone to give them a good squeeze. They shouldn't let you boys wear clothes over your crotches – you should have to have your stuff hanging out all the time, to remind you of how helpless and pathetic you are. You boys need to realize that your at the mercy of us girls and always will be! Now come over here so I can prepare you for your punishment." When Tommy hesitated, Beth waved the paddle threateningly. "I brought this for later, but I could just as well use it now. Get your little butt over here for your spanking!"

Karen had already been sitting to Beth's left, so Dakota joined them, sitting on her right. Tommy gazed around helplessly for a moment, as if weighing his chances of escape, than moved haltingly over in front of Beth, his penis tip still sticking out through his underpants fly and out the pajama fly where Gabriel had left it. Beth reached out as he grew nearer and put both hands on his waist, drawing him closer to her until he was standing between her spread legs directly in front of her. Then, without any preamble or warning, she found the waistbands of his pajama pants and underpants and pulled them swiftly downward to just below his bottom curve, letting them fall to his ankles. The abruptness of the gesture took Tommy by surprise and gave him no chance to prepare for the unveiling of his genitals for the first time to his sister and to Karen. The open air on his private areas felt wrong here in the living room, so different than it felt when he was by himself in the bathroom or in his own room, places it felt okay to be naked. He was acutely aware of the window facing the street with the sun already glinting off the glass. He hoped it was to bright outside that no one could see in, and see him standing with his boy stuff displayed to everyone. A flush spread from his face down his neck to his chest.

"Keep your hands behind your head," Beth ordered when Tommy started to move them toward his crotch. Fighting his acute embarrassment and fear of the coming spanking and the pain it promised, Tommy complied, his hands locked behind his bowed head as he looked fearfully down at Beth. He flinched when she reached toward him, but a warning look from her made him steel himself as she picked his penis up by pinching the head and looked at the underside critically. Beside her Karen leaned forward to examine Tommy closely as well, while Dakota adopted a blasé, "I've already seen it all" attitude and slouched back on the couch. "He's get a few hairs," Karen said to Beth. "Shouldn't we do something about that?"

"Go get what we need," Beth replied. "You know where I keep it." Karen got up and left, hustling out of the room. Beth continued to pull Tommy's penis in various directions, stretching it out as she examined its flaccid length, the knot of skin on the underside, the veins visible just under the skin. "You guys made him cum, I see," she said, noting the swollen nature of the head and the lack of response to her manipulations.

"I made Gabe do it," Dakota said, waving an arm at her little brother. "Dirty work like that should be left to boys – they handle the stupid things all the time, anyway." Holding Tommy's penis against his groin, Beth turned her attention to examining his scrotum, hefting it with her other hand, examining the wrinkles and sizing up the hard oblongs sagging in their folds of skin away from his body. Tommy held his breath, waiting for her to squeeze like Dakota had done and leave him gasping again and begging for mercy, but she merely let go of his genitals with both hands as Karen returned to the room with her hands behind her back.

"Look what I've got for the naughty little boy – something to make him even more of a little boy!" Karen said in a June Cleaver voice. With a flourish, she pulled out the Lady Schick Shaving Lotion can and then the matching Lady Schick razor Beth kept in the upstairs bathroom. Tommy, who had been blushing, now blanched.

"Nooooooo!" he protested. "Don't shave me, please! You might cut something!"

"You're right, I might," Beth said. "So I suggest you hold still." She depressed the dispenser nozzle, squirting lavender-scented shaving cream all over his pubic triangle. Handing Karen the bottle, she spread the lotion evenly around Tommy's crotch. Tommy's cheeks burned as his sister took her razor and, with only 4 swipes across his crotch, removed the source of secret pride that had taken him months to grow. Chad noticed, for the first time, that Karen had a towel slung over her shoulder, as she removed it and handed it to Beth, who wiped the razor on it and then used it to wipe the residual shaving lotion off of Tommy.

"Now he really looks like Gabriel," Dakota said.

"And Chad," Beth added, to Chad's chagrin. Of course, his sister didn't know that he'd sprouted several hairs since she last saw his crotch a few weeks ago, but still, all those references to his physical immaturity were embarrassing!

"His dink really isn't much bigger than yours, either," Dakota added, looking at Gabriel.

"It felt big enough last night," Gabriel snapped back. "Try taking it up your butt and see if you like it."

"That's enough, you two," Beth said sternly. "And Gabriel, you'd better start watching your mouth or there will be a mouth soaping and a spanking in your future, too. Let's just agree that none of the boys in this family are particularly well-hung or mature and let it go at that."

"Am so!" Gabriel said. "You should see mine when it gets hard! Here, I'll show you!" he added, jumping to his feet and pulling down the front of his shorts. His little penis drooped limply over his small, almost invisible sack, looking like a worm desiccating in the sun. He looked at it with dismay. "It was hard a minute ago," he said. "Wait, I'll get it up." He started yanking at himself furiously.

"Spare us," Beth said, "and get your silly pants back up before I decide to spank you, too." Gabriel paused as her words soaked in, then dropped his penis, yanked his pants back up, and plopped back on the chair, looking contrite. Beth turned to Tommy. "Time for your first ever spanking, little brother. What was it you said a month ago about the chances of me seeing your little boy stuff and you get a spanking? Never happen, that's what I think you said. Never is a very short time, isn't it?" She smirked as Tommy shifted with discomfort.

"Let's go!" Dakota said. "I'm ready. I can't wait to see his reaction when you spank his butt! Gabriel always puts on a major show!"

"Patience, young Jedi," Beth said, smiling at her. "These things are more enjoyable when anticipated and savored. First we explain to the young master what's going to happen to him, and give him some time to let it soak and to wrap his mind around it." Tommy, heart pounding, stood in front of them with his genitals hanging down at eye level, his face flushed with embarrassment. He'd thought after Dakota had seen him front and back for the first time, that when he'd gotten used to the idea of Karen and Beth looking at his most private parts, that the embarrassment would subside, and that he wouldn't care that the were looking at him. But it hadn't happened like that. He still felt small, and vulnerable, and exposed, and so, so, so dismissed. Like his boy parts, which he'd always thought were so important they had to be kept hidden from everyone were nothing to his sister or his neighbor or his cousin. Like they saw better things like that all the time, so it didn't matter that they were making him exhibit his to everyone in the room. It didn't matter because they were nothing, anyway – just silly old boy parts. It made him feel so—so—so small.

"Look at me," Beth commanded. Chad started on his chair across the room, and Gabriel actually jumped at the tone of her voice. Tommy raised his gaze from his own genitals to look her in the eyes. "As I told you last night, this is spanking day. We're going to spend most of it beating your little butt or letting it recover and get read for its next beating. This is going to be a new experience for you, little brother, and a very unpleasant one." She paused. Dakota looked puzzled for a moment.

"You mean he's never been spanked?" she asked, her voice querulous. "Ever?"

"No, Tommy's never been spanked," Chad cut in, his voice mocking. "Tommy's the good one. Tommy's the favorite. Oh, my sweet Tommy, he'd never do anything so bad that I'd need to lay a hand on him," he added mockingly in a high pitched voice. "That Chad's an evil, badly behaved pervert who needs his butt beat 10 times to Sunday by everyone and his wiener practically yanked out of him and his balls whacked good and hard, but Tommy, he's perfect!" He sighed, looking pained.

"He's never been spanked," Gabriel said to Chad, making it a statement rather than a question. "Never. Not even when he was little. Not even just on his pants."

"Never," Chad replied. "Mom wasn't into spanking when we were little, and when she did finally get into it, I was the only one she thought needed it."

Gabriel collapsed back into his chair, overwhelmed with life's unfairness. And to think that he'd spent years with his mom, who spanked him at least once a week and usually two or three times a week as far back as he could remember! And not just quick little spankings on the pants, either! Hers were formal, pull down pants and underpants and get over my lap bare naked spankings, usually in the privacy of his room but sometimes conducted in the living room with Dakota watching. His sister had been spanked less but at least once a month, and he remembered vividly watching her get spanked in front of him bare bottomed in the living room several times, the fascinating furrow between her legs opening and closing to reveal the pink folds inside as she flailed and kicked and squalled even more loudly than he. The last time, though, his sister had been sporting downy hair like he'd just seen on Tommy before Beth had shaved it off, and the bare-bottomed spankings of his sister, but not of himself, had been private from then on.

Beth reached up and cupped Tommy's bare butt in both her hands, stroking his buns and drawing him closer. "Here's what we're going to do," she said, still stroking. "You're going to lie across the couch spanning all three of us. Dakota is going to help hold your hands, and Karen your legs, so your butt is mine. Then I'm going to give you a nice, long, hard spanking on your bare bottom until the entire surface is red all over. I'm not going to spank you super hard, and I'm not going to spank you very fast, because I want this first spanking to be a long one. When I'm finished, you'll go into the corner and we'll bring you your breakfast there, and then you can stand there and think about how much your first spanking hurt and how much the next one is going to hurt. At ten you'll get your second spanking, this one a paddling administered by your victim. That's you, Gabriel," she added when he looked confused. Other spankings and paddlings will follow that one later in the day. I'm not telling you anything about them except that each one will be worse than the last, both more humiliating and more painful. That's for later, though. Right now, I'm just going to spank you until you've had a good cry and to give you an idea of just how much spankings can hurt and what the rest of your day is going to be like."

Tommy's red face had become white during this recitation, and his knees felt weak. Black spots began dancing in front of his face as he swayed on his rubbery legs. He was going to get spanked all day! And paddled! On his bare butt! He remembered Chad bawling at the top of his lungs during his spankings and paddlings, some of which he'd administered. He remembered Lee Fitzgerald in his class howling for mercy as Mrs. Johnson beat his chocolate brown butt until it glowed red under the brown hue and bumpy welts appeared on it. He knew spankings hurt, and big spankings on the bare butt hurt bad! "Please," he said whiningly. "Please don't spank me," he begged. "Look, I'll kiss his butt! I'll kiss it right on the hole!" He looked around wildly. "I'll kiss all your butts! Just don't spank me."

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet unless I asked you to speak?" Beth said menacingly. "I had planned on your first spanking lasting 3 minutes, but I'm going to add another minute for that outburst."

Tommy shuddered, his face showing more fear. "Nooooooooo!" he wailed.

"Two more minutes," Beth said. "Want to try for three?"

Tommy opened his mouth and then clamped it shut again. Without saying another word, he leaned down and rather clumsily draped himself across the three girls on the couch, the cloth bunching around his legs making it harder to get into position. Finally, though, his bare, strongly muscled, gently curving boy butt was centered to Beth's satisfaction just to the right of her lap, under her strong right hand. His legs were stretched out across Karen's lap, and his head ended up right in Dakota's lap. He buried his face in the folds of her flannel nightgown, feeling her firm thighs under the soft cloth, unable to make himself look back at his impending doom. I'm not going to cry like Chad, he thought to himself. I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to cry. He flinched as Beth's hand touched his bared bottom, gently kneading his buttocks. Get on with it, he thought silently. He couldn't stand the waiting.

Beth, for her part, was marveling at the soft, velvety skin pf her little brother's rounded buttocks, such a contrast with the firm muscle underneath. There wasn't a trace of the fat layer girls had there, only firm, tense muscles. She felt a thrill of anticipation as she remembered this same feeling from the spankings she'd given Chad a few weeks ago – Chad, whose butt felt so very much like this under her hand, but whose little boy parts were so very much more immature and undersized. She hadn't gotten Tommy hard yet to really see the difference, but she would – oh, she would! She loved how embarrassed the boys were when their pants were pulled down and people could see their little things! It was a feeling she'd first noticed on her very first babysitting job, back when she was going on 13. She'd gone two blocks over, to Mrs. Donner's house, to mind Eric Donner while Mrs. Donner went to a cocktail party that would probably go on to the wee hours of the morning. Eric Donner,10 going on 11 and only 1 grade below her at school, wasn't all that much younger than her, but he was still too young to stay by himself late at night. He'd been engrossed in some stupid television show when she'd arrived, stretched out on the floor in front of the TV on his stomach. His mother had let her in and she'd sat on the couch as his mother had raced out again, still tying the belt around her dress and commenting that she was running a little behind.

To Beth's surprise, she'd come back in carrying pajamas, lifted Eric bodily from the floor and stood him on his feet, and then whisked the boy's shirt off, baring his thin chest with its visible ribs, sunken stomach, and tiny pink nipples. Eric's attention was still on the television as she reached for his pants, but as she was pulling down the zipper he'd snapped his head around, seen Beth, and began to protest, grasping his mother's hand to stop her.

"Mommmm!" he said, looking at her pleadingly. "Not in front of her!"

Eric's mother had slapped his hand quite sharply, bringing an injured 'Owwww," from Eric, who snatched his injured hand away and held it with his other hand.

"Stop this nonsense this instant, Eric, and get into your pajamas," his mother had said. "She's your babysitter."

"I'm not a baby," Eric had said in injured tones, looking distressed as his mother had pulled down his pants, revealing his Power Rangers briefs and his thin, short legs. She yanked the pants off of his feet one by one, as Eric continued to protest. "Can't I change in my room?" he asked plaintively.

His mother was already reaching for the waistband of his underpants. "Shush, Eric," she had said, "or I'll spank your little buster right now! I don't have time for nonsense like this – I'm late." She yanked the boy's underpants down to his ankles at the completion of this statement. As Eric was standing at an angle facing the TV, the first thing Beth had seen was his small, pert little bottom, the twin globes of his buttocks with the smooth cleft in between only slightly angled from her. She'd felt an unexpected thrill of excitement run through her at that moment. She had baby brothers at home, two of them, 7 and 6 years old, so she'd seen boy's butts and boy's genitals since the day Chad had been brought home, a squishy-faced, squalling thing that excreted brown mustard and had a projecting little worm that spouted liquid unpredictably and a little sack where there ought to be a smooth furrow. She hadn't been particularly interested in their equipment then and had remained uninterested as they grew into scrabbling little boys. Even then, they still were likely to change into swimming trunks right next to the pool, or wander the house with their little things waggling as their walked.

This was different. This was a boy nearly her age, a boy whose private parts she hadn't seen before, a boy who clearly didn't want her seeing his private parts. His discomfort at her viewing his naked body was palpable and was clearly a big part of what made it so exciting. She was looking at his butt! His bare butt! The twin orbs were light skinned in contrast with the darker skin that stopped at his tan lines above and below, enhancing their appearance of something hidden, seldom exposed to the light of day or to the eyes of others. She leaned forward for a better view, hoping Eric's mother didn't notice her interest in Eric's nude form.

As he was turned mostly away from her, Eric's genitals weren't visible, much to Beth's disappointment, but the boy, glancing at her with dismay, had clapped his hands over his genitals anyway. His mother, pulling the underpants off of the feet of her now completely bare son, had spoken to her son sharply, saying "You know better than to play with yourself in front of company, dear." Blushing at the implication that playing with himself was a common activity, Eric had let his hands drop again, still watching Beth over his shoulder, clearly unhappy to be in such a vulnerable position.

Eric's mother was slipping the pajama top over his head, having some trouble getting his overly large head through the opening. Trying to make it look like a natural thing, Beth had gotten up, saying, "I'll just get a drink of water," allowing her to pass beside them on the way to the kitchen. Eric, unable to see her movement, had stayed in what he'd thought was a safe position turned away from her, and she'd been able to look at his genitals full on from the front as she walked calmly past them to the kitchen. Seeing that he couldn't see her, she'd stared directly at his crotch, completely hairless like her brothers' and sporting equipment not much bigger or much different from theirs. She'd drunk ever detail, though – the neatly hanging little penis with its sturdy shaft and slightly bulging head tapering to a rounded, mushroom top, the slightly darker slit in the lower part of the tip that she knew boys peed through, the little bag hanging just under there so that the rounded bottom of it, with its joining ridge, hung just below the penis tip. Just as she was about to look away, Eric's head had popped through and he'd frozen as he'd seen her staring at his most private parts, and she'd looked up in time to see the expression of total, complete humiliation on his face. Then his mother had looked up and saw her there, and she'd slipped into the kitchen, embarrassed herself at having been caught looking.

For cover, she'd gotten the glass of water and come out again, expecting Eric to have finished being dressed and his mother preparing to leave, but instead she was shocked to find Eric still with his bottom half naked and his mother holding the pajama bottoms up in the air out of his reach while he frantically made little jumps, snatching at them. Beth had immediately glanced at his genital region, feeling another thrill as she watched his little penis bounce and sway as he jumped this way and that, all the time complaining, "Mommmm! Come on, Mom! I don't want to play this now! She'll seeeeee meeeee!" He stopped as he saw that Beth was back, froze, and then turned his back to them, reaching for his genitals and then thinking better of it and crossing his arms and blushing redly. Beth admired his compact little butt as he did.

His mother had looked at her watch, said, "Oh, my, I forgot the time!" and had tossed the pajama bottoms at Beth. "Here, you do it, I've got to go!" she'd said, racing out with a slamming of doors and leaving Beth standing there with her half dressed son, oblivious to his concerns.

Beth, afraid he'd catch on to how excited the whole thing was making her, had walked over and put out a hand on his shoulder when he'd looked like he was going to bolt, then circled to his front, gotten down on her knees, and held the legs of the pajamas out for him to step into as she looked up past his genitals to his face, savoring the view from this angle, where she could see the rounded orbs in his sack so much more clearly. He'd reluctantly lifted one foot and then the other, she'd slid the pajamas up him as she stood, and then she'd covered his privates again, bringing the exciting episode to its end. Putting on a nonchalant air as if she was the mother simply taking care of a little one and not the boy's contemporary, she'd asked lightly if he wanted her to make some microwave popcorn, and he'd nodded and gone back to watching his show. But she could still picture the moment his mother had pulled his pants down despite his desires for privacy, still envision the thrilling moment when Eric's head had popped through and he'd realized that she was looking at his privates and memorizing every detail of them, and he couldn't stop her.

Beth had felt so deliciously naughty that day, and from that moment she couldn't see a boy her age or slightly younger or older without wondering just how his bare bottom and bare genitals looked. Beth had taken every opportunity thereafter when babysitting to see as many sets of genitals on boys as possible and as many bare butts as she could. The little boys didn't interest her, not the ones who capered gleefully through the house bare naked and who didn't care if they were naked on national television. The little 3-year-olds who assumed the position after using the toilet and waited patiently for her to wipe their tight little butt holes didn't do a thing for her. No, it was the prepubescent and pubescent ones – the ones who were modest and desperately did not want anyone viewing their privates that caused the familiar tingle of excitement. She loved "accidentally" walking in on them when they were in the shower or bath, getting that tantalizing glimpse of water- beaded buttocks and of liquid rolling off of a penis tip as if the boy were peeing endlessly, and their looks of humiliation when they realized that she had seen. Once, she'd even caught Gregory Matteson masturbating in the shower, his hand moving furiously up and down the shaft of his small tool as he bit his lower lip and stared at it, the tip pulsing several times like it was being inflated from the inside before he looked up, saw her, and almost fainted with embarrassment. That one had been doubly fun, because after he'd left the shower dressed in his pajamas, he'd been paralyzed with fear that she'd tell his parents what he'd been doing, which he was sure must be terribly, terribly naughty. She could see his fear in the way he kept glancing at her, shamefaced, and moving his mouth like he was about to say something. When she'd gone to tuck him in, he'd finally blurted out, "Don't tell, please don't tell!" at her, his eyes beseeching, his face flushed.

That had been one of Beth's best performances. She'd looked him in the eyes and said, keeping her face straight, "Don't tell what?"

Gregory had looked down at his stomach and, in a barely audible voice, had said, "Don't tell, you know, don't tell that I was, that I was touching myself." He looked up at her then, his face beet red. "Please?" he'd said.

Beth had put on her best reluctant face. "Well," she'd said. "They'd only want to know to make sure you hadn't hurt yourself. Boys hurt themselves doing that, sometimes." She paused, then said, "I suppose if you let me check you, I won't have to tell them."

The boy had considered that, blushing more redly. He clearly didn't want to let her see his genitals again, but he didn't want her to tell his parents, either, and the latter worry apparently won out. Sighing, he'd crawled out of the covers, got up on his knees on the bed, and pulled the front of his pajamas out and down in a V, holding them below his genitals with both hands. She'd leaned over and picked up the end of his little cocklet, pretending to examine it for abrasions while pulling it this way and that. He shifted it uncomfortably as her manipulations made it quickly harden, so that when she finally let go of it his penis was pointing at his face and the underside was fully visible, as was his scrotum, more full and bulging more than that of the smaller boys, and slightly redder in color than the rest of his body. "You're fine," she finally said. "You've got a bit of a red spot right there," she'd said, pointing to the knot of skin under his pee slit, "But if you're careful in handling it for a day or so it won't be a problem. So we don't have to tell your parents." Gregory had looked at her with real gratitude as slid his pajamas back over his penis again and settled back into bed. Beth had relived that moment many times since, enjoying especially the moment of indecision in his face, when his natural modesty was at war with his fear of his parents, and he reluctantly realized the modesty was going to have to lose. She still considered it one of her favorite memories, especially from when she'd proposed checking his private parts herself to the point he'd pulled his pajama fronts down, still obviously warring with himself and not at all wanting to do it.

Watching her brother Chad forced to undress for his first family paddling a few weeks ago and getting to undress him herself and spank him several times thereafter had been more exciting than she'd anticipated. She found the fact that Chad was supremely embarrassed incredibly tittlating, and she loved the feeling of power she got when she could order him over her lap and he had to go, even though he knew how much it was going to hurt. She had also loved the sight of Chad's butt spread out before her on her lap, naked and vulnerable, quivering slightly with the boy's fear as he awaited a stinging spanking, never knowing how long it was going to be or how bad it was going to hurt.

Tommy tensed as Dakota took his arms and pinned them to the couch over his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in the folds of Dakota's nightgown waiting for the first spank, afraid to look over his shoulder and see it coming. Beth continued kneading his buns, then placed a hand on the lower half of each side and pried them rudely apart, commenting, "Better see if you guys did a good job on him before I touch him."

"We did, but it wouldn't matter," Chad said quietly from the chair. "He's always Mr. Clean Butt anyway." Gabriel looked at him enquiringly. "You could eat off of his butt," Chad said, mostly for Gabriel's benefit. "I don't think he even poops. He just has a butt hole for decoration, so we don't suspect he's an alien. It's probably an alien cup holder or something."

Gabriel began giggling at Chad's observations. He found the mental picture of Tommy lying horizontally like he was now but with a cup shoved in his butt hole too funny. "He'd probably get so upset he'd poo himself if he got poo on him," Gabriel chimed in, giggling so hard he fell off of his chair onto the floor.

Chad had merely been amusing Gabriel with his comment, but Tommy, still with his eyes squeezed shut awaiting the first of many promised spanks, felt his face color hotly. What was wrong with wanting to be clean, he wondered to himself. Tommy had been obsessive about cleaning his butt since back in kindergarten, when he'd pulled his pants and underpants down in front of the urinal, little boy fashion, and stood up to pee, only to have another boy point to his underpants where he's shoved them near his ankles and announce loudly to the 4 or 5 boys awaiting their turn, in a sing-song voice, "Tommy pooed his pants, Tommy pooed his pants!' Glancing down, he'd seen the extensive brown streak marring the white cloth that announced his shame, and had snatched his underpants and pants back up and fled the room without peeing, with boys pointing and giggling at him as he left. He'd had to ask the teacher permission to leave class 10 minutes later to pee, and he'd gone straight to a stall where he'd scrubbed his anal cleft violently until it burned, trying to get the poo off of him. Even since that day, he'd been meticulous about wiping to the point of fanaticism, always using several wads of paper and examining the paper after each wipe. He also had tried to hold his bowel movements until when he was about to take a shower, then take a quick dump and immediately have a chance to wash himself thoroughly and repeatedly with soap. As a result, the embarrassing underwear stains almost completely disappeared (unlike his brother Chad, who was hit or miss with his hygiene and didn't seem to mind when he threw skid marked underwear in the wash. How Chad could stand for Mom to see them that way and know he'd let his butt get dirty was something Tommy couldn't understand.

Beth pulled Tommy's butt wider apart, separating his butt crack and inspecting her brother's tight red and brown butt hole. She let go of one side of his butt and took her finger and poked it at the center of the pursed orifice, noting with amusement that it quickly squeezed into itself, shrinking to half its size and then relaxing again. She poked it several more times, enjoying the same reaction each time. "Touchy little thing, isn't it?" she commented pleasantly to Karen, who'd been watching the whole performance.

"I think it's kind of cute," Karen said. "His brother's is kind of cute, too. They're not all hairy and disgusting like they are in older boys."

Beth gave her a look. "Spare us," she said. "I haven't had breakfast yet." She let go of Tommy's butt and raised her hand into the spanking position.

"Shouldn't you use lotion on him or something so he doesn't get marked so easily?" asked Karen, an expert in the art of spanking from watching her mother discipline her younger brothers in various ways. More recently, she'd begun taking the spanking duties over from her mother.

"Should I?" Beth responded, lowering her hand and looking at Karen.

"Definitely," Karen said. "It softens their butts so it hurts more, and makes their skin more flexible so they can stand more blows."

"Okay, then," Beth said. "Chad, go get the lotion Mom keeps on the sink."

Chad left the room obediently. On Beth's lap, Tommy's emotions roiled. He'd been all prepared for the first short of hot pain, then nothing had happened. Then they'd started talking about making his butt softer and making him able to take a longer spanking, just like he wasn't there, like he was a faulty tool that needed repairs, and they were just discussing how best to do it. He wished they'd just get on with it and get it over with. He kept his face buried in Dakota's nightgown, too mortified with embarrassment at his position to look at anyone. He heard Chad pad back into the room and felt Beth shift as she reached for the bottle, then cold wetness dribbled on his butt, first down the right bun, then the left as Beth squirted him liberally with the lotion. Tommy shivered as Beth touched his bare skin lightly and then began rubbing the lotion in, making circles on his butt with both hands, kneading and working the lean muscles. After working the lotion in, he felt her spreading his buns apart again. "Here, Karen, give him a shot right here, too – we want him nice and tender everywhere," his sister said.

Cold lotion dribbled down the length of Tommy's butt crack as Karen ran a bead of lotion from the top of his crack to the base of his balls. Beth immediately began messaging deeply between his buns, pressing the sensitive skin of his butt crack as whe worked the lotion in. Her fingers traced over his butt hole, slick with lotion and threatening to go in each time they passed, and spread the lotion onto the back of his balls as well, making his penis twitch despite his fear. Beth obviously felt his response, because she paused in her rubbing the first time it happened, but then she went on massaging him, ignoring his other little involuntary contractions. Finally she pronounced him well- softened and ready.

"Okay, little brother," she said. "I'm going to start your spanking now, and it's going to last a long, long time. You can cry all you want, you can wiggle around if it makes you feel better, and you can squeeze your butt all you want, but you can't kick and you can't try to get away or I'll hold you down by your baby balls! As I said before, you were going to get three minutes' worth, but because you can't seem to keep your big mouth shut and haven't shown the slightest bit of remorse, I've decided I'm going to spank you for five minutes instead. Believe me, it's going to be the longest five minutes you've ever experienced in your life! So you just make yourself comfortable, and get ready to have a good long cry!"

"Tommy said he's not going to cry," Chad said, still smarting from Tommy's earlier suggestion that Chad was a crybaby. "He's going to grit his teeth and take it like a man."

"Oh, he probably won't, not right away," Beth said calmly. "He's not you. But by the end of the first minute, I guarantee he'll be sniffling, if he isn't bawling. And by the 5th minute, he'll be wailing like a two-year-old." She looked at the back of Tommy's head. "Are you afraid, little brother?" she asked. "If you have anything to say before I start your first punishment, now's the time to say it."

Hope bloomed in Tommy – maybe he could charm his way out of this yet. It would still have been embarrassing, but maybe if he begged she'd decide the threat of punishment was enough. He decided to give it his best try. He lifted his head and looked back over his shoulder at Beth. "I'm sorry," he said, trying to look sincere. "Please don't spank me! Please! It'll hurt! I don't know if I can stand it! Please?" He regarded Beth's stony look. "Or if you have to spank me, how about if you do it through my pants and underpants? Look, I'll pull up my pants and underpants and then you can spank my butt as much as you want! It'll still hurt," he continued, pleadingly. "But please, not bare." He tried to give her his kicked puppy look.

"I guess I didn't make myself clear," Beth said. "It's too late to beg for mercy. It doesn't matter what you say, you're still getting spanked just like I've planned. I asked you if you had anything to say because the condemned man always gets to say a few last words, and you're the condemned man, even if you've got a little boy's equipment. I'll give you one more try at it. Is there anything you want to say before we start?"

Tommy's mind raced. What was he supposed to say? He let his head fall back into Dakota's lap, unable to comprehend what game his sister was playing her. Muffled by Dakota's nightgown, he said the only think that came to his mind. "Please don't spank too hard." It came out almost as a wistful sob.

"Why should that bother you?" Beth commented. "You're not going to cry, anyway, you said." She looked at the group assembled in the room. "See how all he thinks about is himself? He could have apologized to Gabriel, he could have said he was wrong to want to hurt his friend Jesse, he could have said that he realized he deserved it and was ready take it like a man, but instead he just begs to get out of it. Well, little brother," she said, addressing the back of Tommy's head, "I'm afraid your pity act isn't going to work. I intend to spank you as long and as hard as a brat like you deserves. And there's nothing you can do about it but lie there and take it, unless you want Mom to know just what kind of evil little boy you are!"

Tommy suppressed the urge to sob. It wasn't fair! It had just been an accident, and now he was gonna get spanked in front of everyone!