Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 86

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 86
by Chadlad

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Chapter 86: Take one for the team

It was very dark in the unlit hall after the brightness of the outside, and a bit stuffy. Despite his brave words to Wayne, Tommy's heart was pounding – this was going to be tricky, he knew. He'd have to feel his way along. But he knew this kid had something on Aiesha, and if he could find out what, then not just Wayne, but he himself would have power over her, power he could use in school to avoid troubles like he'd had today. Being naked in front of everyone in class for the first time, ever, had been totally humiliating. He couldn't help dwelling, over and over again, on the fact that everyone, everyone in his class now know just how big his dick and balls were, and what his dick looked like, and how his balls clung to his crotch, and what his butt looked like, too. They'd have those memories even if his pants never came down in class again. He could easily fall to being bullied by other girls, now that Aiesha had succeeded – they could threaten to tell any story, and he'd have to do what they wanted – show them his dick, let them hit him in the balls, maybe even worse stuff. He had to take this desperate gamble for himself as well as for Wayne.

He thought of what he planned to do while his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He stepped forward and stumbled over a duffle bag of some kind in the hall, tripping and colliding with the wall. "In here, douchbag," the other boy said with a sneer from the doorway next up in the hall. Tommy stepped forward and found that the room was dim as well, the curtains pulled and the blinds lowered. The boy was slouched on the bed, pillows propping him up so he could examine Tommy lazily. "So, what's this business proposition?" he asked. "I ain't got all day."

Tommy licked his lips, which had become uncomfortably dry. "Aiesha has this hold on Wayne," he began.

"She's got picts of him yanking his baby dork is what she's got," the kid interrupted. "She showed 'em to me. Kid's hung like a toddler." He eyed Tommy, looking meaningfully at Tommy's crotch. "Not that you appear to be hung any better."

Tommy found himself staring at the kid's broad, muscled chest. The kid's arms were bigger than his, too, and his hands looked strong and tough. He wondered, for the first time, if he was in over his head. "Yeah," he said. "Well, she told him she'd erase the pictures if he did stuff for her. She said her cousin, you, might want to do some stuff."

"Stuff?" the kid said. "What stuff? Why would I want to do stuff with him? Spit it out, peckerwood! What kid of stuff does my pig of a cousin think I want to do with a peckerwood like Wayne the Stain?"

"Just some stuff," Tommy said, his courage failing fast. "You know, the kind of stuff some boys like to do. Gay stuff."

The boy was off the bed like a shot. Tommy found himself being held a foot off the ground against the bedroom wall by the gathered folds of his school shirt, pressure on his chest so great he couldn't breathe. The boy's other hand had gripped the bulge in his crotch and was pressing hard enough to raise that sick feeling in Tommy's stomach that he'd had while wearing the sling on his scrotum. "I ain't no queer!" the boy said, spitting in Tommy's face as he spoke in agitation. "I don't do gay stuff! If she's been saying I suck cocks or take it up the butt again like she did before, I'll kill her, I swear! Is that what she said?" He shook Tommy, gripping his balls and cock harder at the same time. To Tommy's embarrassment, his cock responded by hardening in his pants.

"Nooooo," Tommy said, wheezing the words out. "She -- didn't. She didn't – say—that—you—did—that—stuff."

The boy lightened his grip some but still held Tommy against the wall, his feet pointed and dangling, trying to reach the floor. "So what did she say?"

Tommy said nothing, his heart hammering. The boy lurched into him, pressing him against the wall again. This time, his grip trapped Tommy's right ball and began to squeeze. "She said you wanted to do some kid in the butt!" Tommy almost squealed. "Or in the mouth!" he added, shaking in fear.

The kid let Tommy slip down onto his feet again and let go of his crotch, but held him against the wall still. "That's not queer," he said dismissively. "It doesn't make you queer if some guy wants to suck your schlong, or if you fuck him in the butt! It's the guy who takes the schlong who's queer!" He stared intently in Tommy's face, daring him to disagreed. "Like in prison," the kid added. "That's how you show that someone's your bitch. You make him take it in the mouth or up his butt, then he's your bitch. Then he's the queer. Then you're a real man."

"Okay," Tommy said quietly. The kid let go of his shirt. "So she said you wanted Wayne to be your bitch."

The kid stepped back and jumped backwards onto the bed, bouncing repeatedly before finally settling down into his slouch again. Tommy realized, belatedly, that the bed was a waterbed. A kid with his own waterbed? He was suddenly insanely jealous of this kid. He stood there, wondering what his next move should be.

"So what if, and I'm not saying she's telling the truth, but what if she is?" he asked. "What does that have to do with you? You want to watch while I make Wayne the Stain my bitch? Go ahead, get him in here. I'll even let you watch – it'll humiliate him more. You can see how a real man does it."

Tommy felt more sure of himself now. "It'll never work," he said. "It'll never work with Wayne. Wayne's all about guilt. Sooner or later he'll tell his grandmother, and then there will be problems."

"He wouldn't dare," the kid said flatly. "If he keeps his mouth shut, only you and I know he's my bitch. If he opens it, everyone would know. They'll take turns with him."

Tommy switched gears. "So tell me," he said. "Man to man. What have you got on Aiesha? You have to have something on her, or else why would she be helping you make Wayne your bitch? It's got to be something pretty good, too."

"Oh, it's good," the kidsaid. "Or should I say, they're good. They're phenomenal. Like big, ripe cantaloupes. You wanna see? Maybe I'll let you." He looked Tommy up and down. "You know, kid, I like you. You got balls coming in here like this. Not as big as mine, but still. Maybe I'll show you. They're too good not to share." He got up and crossed the room. "Turn around," he said. "Don't want you knowing where my stash is."

Tommy turned around and looked the other way. To his surprise, he could still see the boy in a corner of his bedroom mirror. The boy didn't notice. Bending down, he pulled on a section of baseboard in the corner next to the door. The section came out easily, and he reached behind it, pulling a flash drive out of the niche in the wall. He plugged the niche again and stood up.

"You can turn around now," he said. Walking to the already running computer on the other side of the waterbed, he plugged the drive in, waited for it to be recognized, and clicked on a folder. A slide show began, all with a single subject. Big as life, there was, Aiesha smiling crookedly at the camera, her eyes unfocused, posing more provocatively with every picture. Then, suddenly, she had her top off, and was posing in her bra, then it was bra and panties. Then the bra came off too, to Tommy's amazement, revealing large, saggy tits that she played with, licked the nipples on, and thrust provocatively in subsequent pictures. Then she was facing away from the camera, pulling down panties, showing half her butt, then her whole butt, then turning and flashing dense black pubic hair, then the panties were off and a darkly haired pubic triangle was framed in the photos, the curled, crinkly hair so thick that no part of her girl parts could be seen. Then she leaned back on a bed, this bed, Tommy realized, and spread her legs until pink flesh showed, and the camera was looking at her dick hole, Tommy realized, a deep tunnel disappearing into darkness within her. Then the camera was being held at arms length, and she was pulling a zipper down with her teeth, slipping pants down to knees, reaching into the front of boxer shorts –

And the boy froze the picture there. "It gets personal after this," he said. "But she gives great head, I can tell you that. She was drunk on wine she'd stole that day, or she'd never have done it, I bet. But now I've got the pictures, and she's my bitch. And she's going to make Wayne the Stain my bitch, too."

It was time to make his move. Tommy's heart was pounding. "Why should he do it? He asked. You'd never stop," he added after a moment. "You'd make him your bitch every day."

"Naw, that would be queer, too," the kid said. "If you do the same guy twice, you're queer as he is. It's like shaking your dick after you piss. Do it once and you're just hygienic. But do it more times and you're queer."

Tommy didn't tell the kid that this was the looniest thing he'd said yet, even loonier than his belief that only the guy on the bottom was gay. Besides, this might work into his plan. "Can you burn CDs?" he asked. "Of files?"

"'Course I can burn CDs, numb nuts," the kid scoffed. "Five year olds can burn CDs."

"Then we can deal," Tommy said. "I want a copy of the pictures you have of Aiesha—not the ones with you in them, just the nudes of her," he added when the boy seemed about to object. "You burn them on a CD. I'll call Wayne and have him take the CD away, so we know you'll go through with it and not go back on our deal."

"Deal? What deal?" The kid said. "The deal is Wayne becomes my bitch. Butt or mouth, he has to take it in one of them."

"You like being dominant, don't you?" Tommy said. "You want a boy to be your slave, forced to take anything from you. You get off on it."

"Are you saying I'm queer?" the kid asked, his body tensing as if to leap. Tommy picture himself held helpless against the wall.

"No, of course not," he said. "The guy doing you is doing the queer stuff, and only to show you he's your bitch. You wouldn't want to touch him after that."

"You got that right," the boy said, relaxing again. "So get Wayne the Stain up here and let's do this."

"Just a minute," Tommy said. "Hold your horses. Remember what I said about Wayne. He'd the guilty type. You make him your bitch, sooner or later he's going to tell, and that grandmother of his will make a stink. And what if you take him up the butt and hurt him there? I bet the grandmother still checks his butt after he showers. Maybe she still wipes him after he takes a dump. If you ripped him, or even if you made him swell up, she'd see it. You'd be taking a chance."

The kid looked at him stonily. Tommy paused and looked back, feeling more confident. This had to work. It was going to work. Put up or shut up time. "Or maybe I can offer you something better," he finally said after the silence had dragged on as long as he thought it should. "You take Wayne up the butt, how long does it last? Two minutes? Then that's all you get to do. I'm offering you whatever your fantasy is, and not for just two minutes. And with someone who will never, ever tell on you."

The silence dragged again. "What's that?" the kid finally said.

Tommy took a deep breath. "Look," he said. "Here's the deal. You burn a copy of the pictures on a disk. You put the disk outside your front door. We call Wayne and tell him to come pick it up. Then, for the next half hour, I'll do anything you want me to. Anything. An-y-thing. Well, anything within reason. And I won't report you, ever, and I won't tell anyone, either. I'll be your slave, then I just walk out of here and leave you with yor memories." He looked the kid in the eyes, hoping this wasn't a mistake. He wasn't sure just how far anything went with this kid he hardly knew. Yet, under that fear, there was excitement. The kid could do anything to him – anything at all. His dick was rock hard at the thought. He remembered his vision of kneeling at Wayne's crotch, being forced to suck Wayne's dick, to be humiliated and punished. He'd pictured himself as Wayne's bitch, and the thought had almost made him spurt right there in the school hall, without even touching his cock. That's where this idea had come from. And now, he realized, this dangerous, unknown man-child was exciting the same feelings.

"Anything." The kid echoed back to Tommy.

"Anything," Tommy said, "...within reason."

"Like what?" The kid asked, flexing his muscular shoulders.

"Well, you can't cut my balls off, or my dick, of course. You can't rip my butt up so bad I have to go to the doctor, or rip up any other part of me so bad I have to go to the doctor. Then I can't keep other people from finding out. So if you do butt stuff you have to use lubricant, a lot of it." He took a deep breath. What had his grandma said when he was a baby? In for a penny, in for a pound? "Anything else," he said. "As long as it doesn't mark me so others can see, or break bones, or tear my butt apart."

"What if I want to squeeze your balls?" the kid said. "What if I want to beat your butt? What if I want you to run naked around the courtyard?"

The threat made Tommy's loins tingle. "I'm your slave," he said. "I can take it if I have to. 'Course, if you hurt be too bad, I won't be able to do other stuff you want." There were butterflies in his groin and the base of his cock as he pictured himself at the mercy of this stronger boy.

"Two hours," the kid said. "That leaves me an hour after that before the old lady gets home."

"I said half an hour," Tommy countered.

"An hour and a half," the kids said.

"An hour," Tommy said.

Before Tommy could really grasp that he was actually doing this thing, the boy had agreed on an hour with him and they'd shaken hands. "Stand right there," he'd said. "Your hour doesn't start until I've put the disk out the door and Wayne the Stain has picked it up."

Tommy heart pounded as he watched the boy methodically select files and drop them in his disk burning program, drop a disk into the burner, and set the machine to work. In two minutes he had the finished product and disappeared down the hall. He was back in the moment, handing a portable phone to Tommy. "Tell him it's behind the flower pot," he said. "Then get ready to be my bitch." Tommy dialed and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" Wayne said tentatively.

"Come up to the guy's door. There's a disk there behind a flower pot. Take it to your room and hide it. I'll come down in an hour or so and fill you in. We're going to have the goods on Aiesha."

"An hour?" Wayne asked. "Why can't you come down now?"

"I have stuff to do – the kid and I have to work some stuff out. I might be able to save your butt. Just get the disk and go to your apartment. I'll come down when I've finished here." He hung the phone up and the other boy took it, setting it on the cradle near his bed. He then plopped back down on it, bouncing repeatedly again until it settled. He turned a bedside clock around so Tommy could see the face. "Ten to four," he said. "Clock starts now." Cradling his head in his arms he looked at Tommy levelly. "Take it off," he said shortly. "All of it. Butt naked. Then stand there at the foot of my bed and let me see what pathetic stuff you've got."

Tommy, heart pounding now that it was beginning, cock straining his pants, and excited tingles in his stomach, pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it, then toed off his shoes and socks. Pausing, looking the boy in the eye, he unsnapped the button of his school trousers and pulled down the zipper. He felt his excitement rise as the boy's eyes went straight to the exposed front of his white briefs. Teasing the kid, he slowly lowered his pants and stepped out of them, then dropped them and slipped a thumb under each side of his underpants, checking that the boy was still watching. His cock was straining at the front of the thin material, aching to get out, making a sizable tent. Slowly, teasingly, he turned his back, then lowered his underpants to reveal his butt, letting them fall to his ankles and stepping out. He checked the kid out over his shoulder. The kid was staring at his butt. "Hey, no fair! You're butt's already been beat!"

"So do something else to me!" Tommy said. "I can't be blamed if you have no imagination."

"Turn around," the boy said. "I want to see your front." His voice was husky.

Slowly, Tommy turned, then deliberately thrust his crotch toward the boy, placing his hands on his butt and striking a pose as he stood naked before his temporary master. His dick was all the way hard, pointing out in all of its 3 inch, naked, orange-red glory. The kids stared at him, aghast. "What's wrong with your schlong?" he said. "You got a disease or something?"

So Tommy had to explain his sister and the mercurochrome humiliation she'd laid upon him, but the boy lost interest before the tale was finished. "That's all right, I don't want anything to do with your stupid dick anyway," he said. He stared at Tommy's naked body. "Unless it's to beat it with a ruler or something. Or maybe hang you from it. Besides, it's no big deal, anyway. In fact, I think I'm going to call you 'Dickless,' I think," he said. "Short for Dickless Wonder. Because that's what you are."

Tommy's ego deflated in a moment. Dickless Wonder? He was bigger than most kids his age! He'd expected the boy to be impressed by his genitals. Yet, under the humiliation of the remarks, there was a strengthening of his ardor – like he almost welcomed this boy's scorn! Like he deserved it!

His dick pulsed harder. The boy shifted positions on the bed, reaching down to knead his cock bulge openly through his pants. "Let's see the back door," he said. "Turn around and spread 'em."

Tommy turned around slowly bending over and grasping his buns, spreading them wide like he was forced to do when receiving rectal soapings from Dakota and Gabriel. The boy studied his butt for awhile. "Looks tight," he said. "I like 'em tight. Feels good on my big schlong." He paused a moment. "Okay, straighten up and face me again." Tommy did, and the boy shifted on the bed, moving his legs up and apart. "Time to get to work, Dickless," he said. "First thing you're going to do is come over here, take out my cock, and suck it. And when I cum, you're going to swallow it. If you do it good enough, maybe I won't squeeze your baby balls afterward."

Chad, Jimmy, Alan, Randy, and S.F. were sitting on various chairs and couches in a strange living room. The TV was on to cartoons and they were half paying attention, while also snacking on cookies and milk that had been brought in on a tray by a cowed looking and tearful Courtney. Their classmate had looked at each of them with dread in her eyes as she served. Then she'd sat down the tray and walked hesitantly to the corner of the room and placed herself in it. Her mother had come in a moment later and looked her way. "You know what I told you to do," she said.

"But mother..." Courtney had said to the corner.

"Mother nothing," her mother had snapped. "Now. Or I'll take every stitch of clothing off you right now!" And, to the boys' joint amazement, Courtney had reached behind her and gathered her skirt up, until she'd pulled it up high enough that her panties were fully visible. They were plain panties, light pink in color, and tightly clinging to a rounded butt just developing feminine curves. The girl's legs were slim and muscular, with the result that there was a visible space between her joined legs at the bottom. I'm seeing the bottom of her girl parts, Chad thought to himself. That's what's under that smooth curve of her underpants between her thighs, a curve so different from the same spot in boys. Boys would bulge there. But, of course, the girls are seeing our boy parts, too, when we stand like that in our underwear. And they see our balls when we're bare. He'd certainly seen S. F.'s! He wished he could see her front, to see if the outlines of her vulva showed through the thin, tight cloth.

"We're just waiting for our final guests," Mrs. Snetch said. "Then we'll begin my daughter's discipline session." Almost on cue, the doorbell rang, and she moved calmly and unhurriedly to the hall.

"Did you hear that?" Jimmy smiled happily at Chad, his mouth full of cookie crumbs. "She said her daughter's discipline session! You know what that means! That means we're going to see her get spanked! Maybe paddled! Maybe bare!" He turned toward the corner. "Hey, Courtney? Ready to show us your pussy?"

Courtney stiffened in the corner, her hands betraying a tremor. This couldn't be happening! It had seen such a good plan when Emily had laid it out. One by one, they'd get the boys into trouble, and they'd get to see their bare butts, and their bare boy stuff. She'd been excited by that, by seeing all the guys' boy stuff. Penises fascinated her. She liked how many different was they could look, and she liked watching them flop when the boys walked, or point first one way and then the other if they weren't hanging down. And she loved that the changed shape, so it was never the same penis twice. They'd stiffen and stand up tight against bellies, or point straight out, or curve up (or to one side, as Jimmy's did). They shrank, too, sometimes amazingly, and could and even disappear into the boy's body, as the penises of Chad and Randy did. She almost drooled when she thought of Chad's penis at its best, when it was hard and standing up. It was a miniature of her father's organ, the one time she'd walked in the bathroom and discovered he was already there, peeing through a hard on. Before he'd abandoned her and her mother. She'd gone to sleep the last month sexually sated from outrageous sessions of self-stroking in which she'd pictured Chad naked with his hard penis on display, had pictured fondling it and even, maybe, squeezing it, fondling it, even kissing the cute tip. And the thought of seeing the penises of the other boys had drawn her into Emily's plans.

Of course, it hadn't turned out like she'd imagined. Randy's penis had been a bit disappointing – she liked them small, but his was ridiculous, not even 2 inches long hard, and nonexistent when he was soft. She'd heard penises like that called elevator buttons, and now she knew why. And S. F. had shocked her to the core when his pants had come down. She'd been picturing genitals like Chad's-– how could a boy barely bigger than Chad have a penis as big as Joey's grown tool? And all that hair! S. F.'s crotch had been a hairy bush with that huge thing sprouting from it. But then the hair had been gone on Monday, supposedly shaved by an irate mother who'd made him an example in front of other girls, a scene she wished she'd been part of. She'd been looking forward to seeing Chad's cute, pink, hard little penis again...

But he'd be seeing her instead, wouldn't he? Because her mom had told her that she'd be getting everything they'd got as a result of her actions, and more. And they'd gotten spanked and paddled bare. They'd had to take their pants and underpants down in front of everyone, and show the whole class all their secrets. And worse. Randy had gotten an enema, hadn't he? An enema made with 7-up, an enema that had burned rather than merely causing cramps as the ones she'd gotten before did. An enema that burned like a fire in one's rectum, if his complaints meant anything. And while he'd gotten his enema, he'd had to stand facing them. Would her mother do that to her? Give her an enema that burned, while she stood, naked, facing the boys, letting them see her ... her... her everything?!!

She heard noise behind her as more people entered the room. "This is Matty and Jeremy," her mother said behind her to the assembled boys. Oh, great. The squirts were here. They'd love this, the little toads. "They're Courtney's cousins," her mother continued. They have a score or two to settle with my daughter as well, I'm sure. In light of my daughter's actions today, I've been forced to reconsider a number of recent incidents involving punishment of these two, incidents that seemed odd at the time but now make sense." The doorbell rang again. "Just a moment. That should be our final guests." She hurried out of the room.

"What did she mean by that?" Jeremy asked the assembled group of strange older boys. He was a sturdy 11 –year-old with an average build, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and an infectious grin. His hips were narrow, his chest flat, and his stomach thin. His brother Matty was 9, a bit chubbier, 4 inches shorter with the same dancing brown eyes and brown hair, and just a bit of baby fat making his body look softer than his brothers. His prominent butt was the biggest difference between them. For some reason, his butt carried most of the fat on his body, and stuck out like a miniature shelf behind hm. He was stepping from foot to foot in excitement.

"I think she means that you guys got framed, like we did," Chad suggested.

"Framed?" Jeremy asked.

"He's saying she faked you guys doing stuff so you could get into trouble and she'd get to watch when you got punished," Jimmy chimed in.

"She'd getting' a spankin'!" Matty burst out. "A big one! Momma said so! And we get to watch!"

Jeremy was looking thoughtful. He suddenly nudged Matty. "Remember a month ago, when the cookie jar got busted and Courtney said she saw both us break it getting cookies?"

"That was you!" Matty accused. "You did it, and I got spanked, too! On the bare bum!"

"I didn't do it, moron!" Jeremy said impatiently. "That's why I thought you did it.

"Well, it wasn't me!" Matty said. "But I got spanked anyway!"

"It was her," Jeremy said with sudden realization. "She did it and then said we did it so we'd get into trouble."

"That's not fair!" Matty burst out.

"No duh," Jeremy said. He glared across the room at Courtney. "That wasn't the only time," he said thoughtfully. "She broke my model, I'll bet. Then she said you did it!"

"I told you then I didn't do it!" Matty said.

"And mom spanked you, didn't she? She spanked you because Courtney said you lied. She wouldn't have spanked you just for breaking my model – you have had to pay for it was al. But because Courtney said you lied, you got spanked. And because you kept saying you weren't lying, you got it on the bare bum, remember? And when you still said you didn't do it, you got paddled. But you were telling the truth all the time, weren't you ?" Jeremy said, still thoughtful.

"You laughed at me! When I was standing in the corner! You laughed! You said my butt was as red as my Cardinals hat! You said I should go to a Cardinals game and root with my butt!" Matty said indignantly. "And I didn't do it! And it hurt!"

"Course it hurt," Jeremy said dismissively. "You got bare-bum paddled on top of a hard spanking. You had blisters." He thought a moment. "I kept wondering why you didn't just admit it. Rather than get spanked. But that's why she did it – she wanted you to get spanked."

"Mom?" Matty asked.

"Courtney," Jeremy said. "She likes seeing us get spanked. She likes it when we hurt."

NO! Courtney's mind screamed. That wasn't what I wanted. She hadn't minded that they hurt, that was true, but mainly she had just wanted to see their pants and underpants come down, so she could look at them naked. She couldn't help it – if she'd see a boy, she wanted to see him naked, wanted to see what that mysterious bulge in his crotch was really about. And even if she'd seen a boy's genitals again and again, (which was the case with her cousins, and with Chad, too,) she still wanted to see if he was hard or soft, dangling or pointing out. So she'd thought of things that could get her cousins spanked, things bad enough their pants would have to come off, and underpants too. And then she'd be able to see.

Like she had when they were toddlers, and preschoolers. When they were her little toy dolls, dolls she could undress and look at and play with as much as she wanted. Her mother had thought she was such a devoted cousin because she'd volunteer to bathe them and potty them and dress them, but of course she was only doing it to get her eyes full of their fascinating little pee-pees, and the tight little bags under them. But then the boys had gotten older, and they pottied and dressed and bathed themselves. And spankings on the bare were the only times, now, that she could get her eyes full of their adorable maleness.

There was rustling and commotion behind her again, and the television was finally snapped off. "All right," she heard her mother say. "All of our guests are here. Time for the main event. Courtney, please turn around and face our guests so we can get on with the main event. Courtney lowered her skirt over her panties and turned around, scanning the room to see who had come in after she'd gone to the corner, besides the squirts, of course. Her jaw almost dropped, but that was nothing compared to the shock of her mother's next message.

"Look well on these faces, girl," she said. "Look well and ponder this as you do. Every single person in this room will take a personal hand in your punishment tonight – every single one." As Courtney's eyes landed on one person in particular, her blood ran cold. She'd been frightened, but now she realized she hadn't known true terror until this moment. Because among the people standing there was the one person she most dreaded being punished by.