Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 8

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 8
by Chadlad

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Chapter 8: Things Can Always Get Worse

Without warning, she brought her hand down onto her brother's unprotected butt, aiming low and in the center, right over what she liked to call "the old pooper." Tommy stiffened at the loud smack but made no other sound. Beth waited about 3 seconds, then smacked her brother's bare butt again, this time on his right bun right next to her previous smack, causing her brother to stiffen again. After another 3 seconds, she landed the matching spank on his left bun, noting with pleasure that her previous two targets were reddening already.

Tommy, his face buried in cloth, bit his lip. The whole base of his butt tingled and stung unpleasantly, right on the edge of pain. She was going to spank him for 4 minutes! Four minutes! Four minutes of having to lie over his sister's lap, her hand rising and falling and rising and falling, each time landing with a smack on his poor, defenseless bottom. The unpleasant tingling sensation enveloped the upper part of Tommy's butt, as Beth delivered a fourth and fifth healthy spank to the unprotected skin, this time on the upper part of his butt, each still a good three seconds apart. His whole bottom tingling now, Tommy noted to his dismay that his penis was growing even harder than it had from her stimulation of his butt crack with the lotion, stretching out and thickening between his closed legs, until the tip could be felt brushing gently against Beth's leg as he twitched with each methodical spank on his bare ass. She'd started the sequence over again, and this time his lower butt didn't just tingle, each spank stung and then burned gently after her hand had raised again, and that burn spread to his entire butt over the next 15 seconds as 5 more spanks were landed on his exposed skin. He bit his lip harder, waiting for the sequence to begin again at the base of his butt, but Beth surprised him this time by starting at the top of his butt, and moving methodically downward instead, each spank overlapping the previous one. Tommy, despite biting his lip, let out a little grunt with each spank. His butt was starting to hurt seriously. His legs twitched a bit with each spank now, and he burrowed his face more deeply into Dakota's lap as she tightened her grip on his wrists. Beth finished her trip down his butt and then stayed there, spanking the base of his buns over and over, first on one side, then in the middle crossing the cleft, then on the other side, then in the middle again.

Pain built up quickly, especially in the lower center of his butt which was getting twice as much attention as the rest. Tommy gave up on being silent and began protesting. "Owww! Owww! Owww! Stop it, Beth! Please stop! It hurts! Owww! It hurts! No more, please! Please! PLEASE!" This last plea became a muffled sob as Beth had stopped moving the spanks around and was concentrating "right over the old pooper," beating his butt over and over again right in the lower center portion over his butt hole. Once the first sob was out, Tommy couldn't stop. The spanks rained down one after the other, each still several seconds apart but each on the same spot, and Tommy's soft crying swiftly built to full-fledged, incoherent bawling.

"See, it took less than two minutes," Beth said loudly over his crying.

Two minutes? thought Tommy in amazement. It had only been two minutes? His butt was on fire! Beth had started moving her spanks out from the center of the base of his butt, gradually shifting in wider circles to take in more and more of his flesh with each stinging open handed slap. Tommy could feel Dakota's nightgown growing damp, soaking up the tears that now streamed out of his eyes and the snot dripping from his nose. The painful burn in his butt had accomplished one good thing, though – his penis had shrunk down again, no longer brushing his sister's leg. Tommy couldn't think of any way he'd be able to face anyone in this room again, not after they'd seen his privates and witnessed his performance over his sister's lap, bawling like a baby over a little spanking. Chad had gotten a much bigger spanking than this – a paddling, actually, administered with multiple instruments by multiple people, including Tommy himself. This was just a little spanking – a warm up, Beth had called it, a prelude of things to come, and he was already crying. But he couldn't stop – his butt was on fire in the center, and every three seconds, like clockwork, Beth added to the flames. Tommy squeezed his butt tightly, trying to drive out the pain, but only succeeded in making the next spank and the one after it hurt more as they landed on his tensed muscles.

Chad had leaned forward in his chair now, intrigued by the bright red shade his brother's butt had taken on, and somewhat gratified that Tommy hadn't been able to keep from crying after all, and thus probably wouldn't be calling him a crybaby in the future. Gabriel sat slouched back in his chair with his arms crossed in front of him. This was nothing, he thought – just a little "britches dusting" as his mother's boyfriend of last year would have called it, and did several times when he'd spanked Gabriel for nothing more than drinking the rest of the milk, or for making noise getting up in the night to pee. He'd been a bad one – taking Gabriel over his lap with his hand out of sight under the boy's crotch, and tickling his penis to hardness while lecturing him on the need to clean up his act, acting like nothing was happening while playing with the boy's little cocklet and once even continuing his pre-spanking lecture until Gabriel had stiffened and cum right there on his lap. Then acting as if nothing had happened, the man had proceeded to blister his butt but good, which right on the heels of the ecstasy of orgasm had been a lesson in contrasting feelings for Gabriel. Now that had been a spanking, not the candy-ass licking this kid was getting. Well, his cousin Beth had said he'd get his chance to use the paddle on this kid's butt later, and he'd show him what a real spanking felt like then.

By the time Beth had finished her four minutes of spanking, Tommy's butt was a mass of flame and his crying had become almost hysterical. Beth's spanking, although slow and not that hard, had built continuously for the entire 4 minutes – each moment growing worse and worse until Tommy couldn't imagine his butt could hurt any more. It took him half a minute to realize Beth had stopped spanking him, and waves of relief flowed over him. It's over! He exalted. She's stopped. He tried to swallow down his tears and get his crying under control, succeeding in lowering the volume of his bawling over the next minute. Suddenly, his left buttock exploded in pain as a loud crack split the air, followed almost immediately by an even stronger explosion of pain in his right buttock. His head popped up out of Dakota's lap as he threw it back to suck in air and then squall loudly. That had hurt way more than the rest of the spanks. Had she used the paddle on him? He looked over his shoulder with his blurry, tear filled eyes, surprised to discover that Beth had merely struck him with her hand, but apparently much harder than she'd been spanking.

"Just a reminder," Beth said loudly over his squalls of protest. "I can spank much harder than that, and I will, next time. And the paddle hurts lots more than that." Tommy bucked his hips repeatedly, trying to get a handle on the pain, lifting his head from Dakota's lap and howling like an animal. The paddle! He was getting the paddle at 10 o'clock, his sister had said! He'd never be able to stand the paddle, even with that little kid wielding it! Dread filled Tommy for the day that was going to follow.

Beth let him cry over her lap for awhile, while she rubbed his butt and talked with Karen over inconsequential things. Dakota, meanwhile, had taken to petting Tommy's head, running her fingers through his hair as if he was a lap dog that she was caressing. She'd found the whole performance intriguing, in its own way. Despite her familiarity with her brother's naked body from watching him receive numerous bare butt spankings, she really hadn't had much exposure to the genital regions and buttocks of other boys at all, and she'd been eager to see the privates of a boy her own age – so eager that when Beth had said that Tommy was being bathed by the other boys for his spanking, she'd hustled down to the bathroom to help out, hoping that if she just walked in and acted like she was supposed to be there the boys would assume Beth had sent her. She'd entered the hall just in time to see her brother start to close the bathroom door, and he'd held up his palm to her before shutting the door, like he always did when he wanted a moment of privacy in the bathroom, which made her pause outside the closed door for a moment in indecision.

Dakota couldn't quite figure her brother out in that respect. At times, he'd just burst into the bathroom when she was combing his hair and pee right in front of her like he didn't care if she saw him or not, yet other times he'd insist on privacy for that same action. He'd gotten, lately, to the point where he didn't like her watching him poop, though, and would insist she stay out until he was done. He'd started signaling her that way with his palm when he didn't want her to follow him into the bathroom. Because she didn't particularly like listening to him grunting like a little pig while he took his dump, anyway, she respected his wishes for the most part. So she'd stood outside the door, trying to decide whether to knock or just ignore Gabriel's signal and walk in, and was still undecided when he'd unexpectedly stuck his head out and invited her in. In the end, her gamble to insert herself into their preparation of her cousin had worked like a charm, and she'd not only got an eyeful of the boy's genitals, but had stuck her finger up his butt and squashed his balls for good measure.

She was looking forward to this boy standing up again, so that she'd get another look at his boy parts. Despite her mockery of Tommy, his boy parts were quite a bit bigger than those of her brother, and certainly more exciting to look at. And when she'd been able to make his dink hard during her washing activities – oh, baby, it had gotten so big and hard then – at least three inches long, she'd guessed, and thick, too. She hoped Tommy's older brother hadn't been watching her when her brother had jerked the kid off, and thus hadn't seen the naked look of lust in her eyes as she'd eyed that hard, thrusting tool spurting its few droplets of liquid. She'd said she didn't want to do it to try to throw them of from realizing how interested she really as, but in fact there was nothing she'd have liked better than to stroke the boy's tool until it spurted in her hand. She hoped she wouldn't regret her decision to hang back this morning, and that there would be a chance at Tommy for her later.

Beth finally tired of rubbing Tommy's hot, red butt and ordered him to get up, pulling on his shoulders to telegraph her intent. Tommy rose slowly and stiffly, his butt still stinging and throbbing from his long spanking. His face was puffy from crying and covered with a mixture of tears and snot, some of which had soaked into Dakota's nightgown as well, and he continued to sniffle as he tried to swallow back his crying. He stood uncertainly in front of them , bobbing from one foot to the other, his pajama bottoms and underpants still around his ankles. Beth's eyes went immediately to her brother's drooping penis, noting its lack of turgidness with approval. She'd done a good job on his butt -- it would give him something to think about during breakfast. "So, little brother, how did you like your little warm-up spanking? How does you little stinky butt feel now?" Tommy, once released, had reached back with both hands and was gingerly caressing the now hot, bumpy surface of his throbbing butt. Beth reached out and grabbed his drooping penis with her right hand, squeezing hard and then giving it a powerful yank. "Unhh!" Tommy grunted, looking at her in shock.

"I asked you a question, brat, and I expect you to answer when I ask you a question. How did you like your little warm-up spanking?" Beth said coldly.

Tommy swallowed, trying to speak, looking with fear at her grip on his penis, still feeling the sharp pain at the base that had shot through him when she'd yanked it. "It hurts!" he croaked out.

"Well, duh," Beth replied, still holding her brother's penis firmly. "Spankings are supposed to hurt. But this was nothing, just a little warm up spanking. Now when I have Gabriel paddle you, that's going to hurt! And what I've got cooked up for later will really get your attention!"

Tommy stifled a moan. He didn't want a paddling! His butt already hurt so much he could hardly stand it! His sister began stroking the underside of his penis with her fingers, gently teasing just under the head. Despite the burn in his butt and the shame of being naked and crying in front of everyone, even his newly met cousins, his penis immediately responded, rising swiftly to full mast in seconds and stretching out to its full length. She let go of it and regarded it disdainfully. "Such a little thing," she said dismissively. "Yet I bet it's the biggest one in this room." Gabriel didn't appear bothered by this observation, but Chad blushed and looked at the floor. He hated his sister's constant references to the diminutive size of his package. Beth reached out and batted Tommy's penis, making it wave from side to side several times before settling hopefully pointing slightly above horizontal. She batted it again, watching its movements with satisfaction as it settled back to slightly above horizontal. She poked the center of Tommy's penis tip with her fingernail, Tommy flinching as she did. "Look at it, guys! All hard and pulsing, just aching to go inside some poor girl!" She paused a moment. "No, that's not right. Given Tommy' actions of the last few weeks, it probably would rather go inside Chad's mouth or up Gabriel's butt!"

Tommy flushed with anger. "That's not true! I only did that to Chad because Mom made me. And Gabriel was an accident!"

"Right, Mom made you. It was an accident. You just made Chad suck your little dork multiple times a day because Mom made you – stood over you and took your dork in her hand and shoved it into Chad's mouth. And you just accidentally happened to be standing behind Gabriel, and you accidentally had a stiffy, and he accidentally had no pants on, and your dork just accidentally went in and out of his butt a few dozen times before you could stop it! Right – just keep saying you didn't like doing those things. Maybe you'll convince yourself," Beth concluded.

Tommy worked his mouth, trying to think of a reply. "Tell her, Chad," he finally said, turning to his brother, his voice an octave above normal because of his tight throat. "Tell her! Gabriel was an accident! You know it was!"

Chad shrugged. "You said you wanted to teach Jesse a lesson. That doesn't sound like an accident to me."

"But not Gabriel," Tommy insisted. "It was an accident that I did it to Gabriel."

"But you wanted to hurt Jesse," Chad insisted. "You wanted to hurt Jesse. Just like you enjoyed forcing me to do things to you. You like being mean to people, but that's not what we're talking about. It's the ways you choose to be mean. You could have punished me in other ways when Mom said to punish me. You could have made me clean the room, or wash the toilets, or bring you snacks and wait on you. Instead, you concentrate on punishments that involved getting me bare, touching my private parts, and sucking you. You could have showed your anger at Jesse by telling him to go home, or making him sleep on the floor, or even punching him. But you decide to do what you did instead. Don't you see – what you've chosen to do tells us who you really are. Given the choice, you do gay stuff – what do you think that means?"

Tommy' face became so red he looked like he was going to explode. His penis became redder, also, pulsing hotly in space in front of him, drawing his balls up tight on either side of the shaft. He tried to take a swing at Chad, to hurt him and make him shut up, but forgot the pajamas and underpants around his feet. He took one step toward Chad, tripped, and landed in a heap on the floor, banging his elbow painfully on Chad's chair on the way down.

"God damn mother fucker!" he screamed, rubbing his arm "I'm gonna kill you!"

In two strides, Beth was over top of him, yanking his right arm out and turning him so that his butt was reachable, then giving him 3 vicious whacks with the paddle in the general vicinity of the center of his bottom. "Owwwww!
Wahhhhhhhhhaaaaaa!" Tommy squealed, reaching with his other hand to claw at his suddenly flaming bottom. On his already sore skin, the blows were overwhelming, and red hot pain was all he could feel for some moments. Beth let him go, and his hand flew to his bottom to join the other in rubbing his sore spots.

Beth looked down at him, considering the argument won on her part. "Stop that silly squalling, young man, step out of those stupid pajamas and underpants, and get little gay butt in the corner and keep it there! We're going to have breakfast," she said. "I'll bring you yours in a bit."

Tommy lay on his side, still massaging his red butt and howling. Beth nudged him with a foot. "Get up," she said, "and get your butt into the corner or I'll give you a few more of these to think about!" Tommy, looking fearfully up at her, cringed at the sight of the paddle and began scrabbling sideways, scrambling to get into the corner and stand up, where he stood bobbing up and down, shaking and still holding his protesting bottom.

"Come on, you guys," Beth said to the rest of the group. "Ignore him and let's go have breakfast." The rest of the crew began moving, shifting to the door. Beth turned to Tommy, speaking loudly. "You'd better be done howling and be standing still with your arms behind your head when I get back, or you'll get the paddle for your breakfast instead of food." She walked out the door, shutting it behind her.

Tommy fought to control his crying and swallow down the big lump in his throat. His butt throbbed with pain, especially the lower middle where he'd been paddled. He sniffed loudly and repeatedly, fighting back the tears, and reluctantly let go of his bottom and assumed the prescribed position. By the time Beth returned several minutes later, he was down to hiccupping and sniffling, crying only very softly. She looked him over from behind, studying the bright red color of his bottom with the darker red paddle spots clearly visible, noting with approval that his penis tip could be seen hanging below his balls between his slightly spread legs, his hard-on obviously fled as a result of her paddling of him.

"That's better," she said to his back. "Try to keep your temper under control in the future. Chad wasn't saying anything that wasn't true, even if you don't realize it yourself. Now stay in the corner and think about your upcoming paddling and I'll go get you some breakfast."

Tommy stirred uncomfortably. "I-, I-, ummm, Beth?" he said hesitantly, choking out the words.

"What?" she asked. "Wasn't I clear? You're going into the corner until your paddling, so you can think about how much your little butt hurts and how much it's going to hurt when Gabriel paddles you. Your paddling is scheduled for 10:00. You ought to be tired of standing by then and ready to lie down over your cousin's lap for a nice little butt warming."

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Tommy almost whispered.

"Uh-uh. No way. I know how you boys use that excuse to avoid corner time. Chad does it all the time. Now be quiet and quit thinking of ways to get out of the corner," Beth replied.

"But I gotta pee bad!" Tommy wailed. Behind him, Dakota and Gabriel entered the room in time to hear this embarrassing pronouncement.

"Better let him go pee," Dakota advised. "Or he'll pee in the corner. That's what my brother did once."

"Shut up, Kota," Gabriel snapped.

"Why? It's not like you didn't do it," she snickered. She turned to Beth. "He was standing in the corner with his little red butt on display after a good licking, whining that he had to pee, and when Mom said 'no' he just let go and peed right into the corner. It got all over the wallpaper! Mom whacked his little pee-pee with a flyswatter!"

Gabriel shuddered. He still remembered that day all too vividly. The ill-advised decision to show her and just pee right there, then his mother yanking him away from the corner, Dakota holding his arms behind him as his mother took aim on his little dick and balls and brought the swatter back, hitting him not once, not twice, but three successive times right on his little package. His balls still throbbed when he thought about it.

Beth bit her bottom lip. Mom wouldn't want Tommy peeing in the corner on her good carpet and wallpaper, even if it would be delicious to threaten him with the same punishment Gabriel had gotten and watch him dance with desperation, trying to hold it. She finally decided on a compromise. "Dakota, if you go to the hall bathroom and look under the sink, there's a package of big boy diapers that Mom got for Chad when he was being punished. We'll diaper the little brat! That way he won't mess the wall and floor up if he can't hold it." Dakota sauntered off to the hall bathroom, coming back with the half-used package of diapers. Tommy was ordered to lie on the floor, facing the ceiling with his legs spread, as Beth made him lift his bottom as she slid a diaper under him, then forced his suddenly hard penis down and drew the front over it, pulling the tapes tightly. She pulled him up and patted is now diapered butt, aiming him toward the corner. "No more stalling," she said. "Get your little fanny over there. You can eat your breakfast in the corner, and if you have to do your business, do it in the diaper."

Tommy waddled uncomfortably to the corner, strongly disliking the feeling of thick padding between his legs as he walked. A couple of tears escaped his eyes and trickled down his cheeks. He'd been stripped naked, with his privates visible to everyone, then spanked, and he'd cried, even though he'd tired not to! And then he'd been diapered, like a baby! And he was going to get paddled! He placed his face in the corner. Behind him, he heard footsteps in the carpet, then the back of his diaper was pulled back and he felt something cold and hard and flat shoved down in his diaper, resting against his butt. She let go of the diaper elastic. "There," Beth said. "You can spend the time feeling the paddle against your little bare butt, and imagine what it will feel like when 10:00 gets here."

"Do I get to paddle him as long and as hard as I want?" Gabriel asked loudly, eagerly.

"Absolutely," Beth said. "As long as you want, as long as he's not bleeding."

"I'm gonna blister your butt, then, you big meanie," Gabriel said resolutely. "All over! Even in the crack!"

The other kids left the room, leaving Tommy with his thoughts. He was going to get paddled! His butt already burned and throbbed, and he was going to get paddled. That had been just a warm up spanking, Beth had said. Just a warm up to being paddled. They were going to make him get over Gabriel's lap, bare butt, and then let Gabriel hit him with the paddle over and over again. Gabriel would be getting his revenge on Tommy who he considered a "meanie." He'd be trying to make Tommy's butt hurt as much as he could with each swing. It would be so humiliating, being paddled on his naked butt by a little kid. And now he knew that he'd cry, after the way Beth's little warm-up spanking had made him cry. He'd cry like a little baby, just like Chad had cried when he himself had spanked and paddled Chad. Paddled. Paddled. Paddled on his bare butt. Paddled on his bare butt. Paddled on his bare butt. The thought circled in time with his thudding heart.

A few minutes later, he heard the door open behind him and footsteps pad into the room. "Hold still, brat," Beth said. Her hands reached around him and pulled out the front of his diaper, shoving a hard biscuit and a water bottle down the front until they were trapped between the elastic and his body. "There's your breakfast," she said. "Eat it all, and drink all the water, or it goes up your butt." She stalked out again.

The water was warm, and the biscuit was from days ago and stale and hard, but he glumly worked at it and choked it all down, gulping the water past the lump in his throat. He put the bottle down on the floor and stared at the wall again. He had to go pee so bad, but he was still holding it. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally asked himself why he was fighting it so. He was going to have to stand there until he got paddled, and they weren't going to let him go to the bathroom, so he had to pee sooner or later, anyway. Might as well get it over with. He concentrated on releasing his sphincter, but his body wouldn't cooperate. The feeling of clothing against his genitals was just too much of a distraction – his well-learned inhibition to peeing in his pants was too strong. He finally reached in the front of his diaper with one hand and held his penis with it, pushing the diaper out so it wasn't touching him and shutting his eyes and pretending he was standing in front of a urinal in school. Wet warmth flowed out, immediately spreading down between his legs and soaking the liner in the front of his diaper, spreading more until he could feel wetness on the lower part of his butt as well. It felt oddly comfortable, he thought, as he removed his hand. He discovered, to his consternation, that he'd wet his fingers as well. He tried wiping them on the front of the diaper and largely succeeded, but knowing his hand had gotten pee on in disturbed his finicky nature, as did the knowledge that he now had pee in contact with his genitals and the lower part of his butt. The diaper now felt squishy and like it was full of jelly, a sensation that he hated. To add to that, the lower part of his butt began tingling more strongly, the pee obviously irritating it. He shifted from foot to foot, trying not to think about the upcoming paddling.

After awhile, Tommy realized he had another problem. The biscuit, although not a particularly satisfying meal, had stimulated his digestive system, and an urgent fullness began building in his lower abdomen. No! No! He couldn't need to poop right now, not in this situation! He never had to poop in the morning! But the fullness grew more insistent, and settled down to press right against his tightly pursed anus, insisting on release. Maybe it was just gas! Yeah, that's it, Tommy thought to himself. It's just a big bubble of gas, and if I let it out, the feeling will go away. He cautiously reached behind him and inside his diaper, spreading his butt apart so he could ease the bubble out and relieve the now painful sensation in his abdomen. Cautiously, he pushed internally while relaxing his sphincter slightly. With a sickening sensation, he felt wetness between his buns as semi-solid material burst out of him and oozed down between his legs, settling under his sack. He tried to clamp down, but more slipped out, filling his crack as he withdrew his hands in horror, examining them. They were clean, to his relief, but it was obvious his butt wasn't. He'd pooped his diaper! Great, this wasn't humiliating enough, now he'd have to get cleaned up, and everyone would know!

Tommy stood in the corner, miserable, his diaper full and drooping in back, his cheeks blushing in shame at having lost control. Some time later, he heard the door open behind him and feet pad into the room.

"Thinking about getting paddled?" Gabriel's voice asked. Tommy didn't answer. "Because you should be! I'm gonna whip your butt good!" He looked at Tommy's diaper with interest. "Why's your diaper bulging out like that?" he asked. There was a pause as Gabriel apparently considered the situation. Then Tommy felt his diaper being poked low and in the center, Gabriel having determined almost exactly where his butt hole was hiding. "You pooped yourself," Gabriel said derisively. "You big baby. I can't believe you pooped yourself. Well, you'll poop yourself again before I finish paddling you, it's going to hurt so bad. And Beth said I can hold you down by your balls so you don't wiggle too much when I blister your butt. Maybe I'll just go ahead and yank them off, then you won't ever hurt me again." He paused, as if waiting for a response from Tommy. Tommy stared stolidly at the wall, his heart thudding. Finally, Gabriel turned on his heels. "I'm gonna go tell everyone you pooped your pants," he announced, banging the door as he left.

Moments later, the doorbell rang. Tommy wondered who could be at the door. He hoped it was just someone dropping something off, or getting the homework assignment from Chad, or something like that, and not someone who might see him in the corner in a dirty diaper, or worse yet be told he was being punished. An even scarier thought struck him – what if this was someone who Beth had invited to witness his humiliation? He didn't even want to think of the possibilities there. As it turned out, none of his guesses were quite correct. A few minutes later, he heard the door of the living room open and Beth came in, talking to someone else. "Of course we'll buy some," Beth was saying. "We always support the Girl Scouts at nut time. Mom is out of town for the week, but I can order for her. Why don't you two sit down here and tell me what our options are, and I'll tell you what we want. I've got a little task to attend to I'd like to get done while you do that. You can sit right over here while I take care of it."

"How come there's a boy standing in the corner?" a female voice asked.

"Yeah, and isn't he a little big to be wearing a diaper?" a second female voice asked.

"Oh, that's just my stupid brother," Beth replied. "He's being punished. That's why we came in here – my cousin said he needs his diaper changed – the little brat apparently couldn't hold it and pooed himself. Probably peed himself, too. You can tell me about the stuff you have for sale while I change him. Tommy, get your butt over here so I can clean you up."

"Tommy?" the first voice said. "Tommy Henson?" There was a pause. "It is you! It's me, Vanessa Crowley! I'm in your class! Look, Jessica! It's Tommy Henson from our class!"

Tommy's blood ran cold. Vanessa and Jessica were the girls who'd just come in? He was in a diaper! And Beth was saying she wanted to change him! He faced more resolutely into the corner, hoping they'd go away.

"Thomas Henson, you get your little butt over here right now!" Beth ordered. "I need to change you and I don't want to waste any more time! Now get over here or I'll call Mom and tell her what you did."

Tommy turned hesitantly, his hands limply at his sides, his diaper drooping in back. "Beth," he almost whispered. "Come on. Not in front of them! They'll see me!"

"They won't see anything they haven't seen in your classroom lately on other boys," Beth said. "Now I've got everything set up -- come lie down on this piece of plastic and let's clean your little tushie up."

"I'm not letting you change me in front of them," Tommy insisted, still facing the wall. "They can just go away!"

"Perhaps you'd rather they stayed for your paddling," Beth suggested archly. She turned to the girls. "Little brother screwed up royally, so he's getting his bare butt paddled at 10 o'clock. Maybe you'll want to stay and watch!"

The girls looked at each other, regret written all over them. "Sorry," Jessica said. "Vanessa and I have to finish our sales rounds."

"Oh, well, another time, then," Beth said cheerfully. "Now get your dirty butt over here, Tommy Henson, or I'll paddle your right now in front of them! And then I'll call Mom!"

At the latter threat, Tommy sighed and turned from the corner, letting his hands fall from behind his head and waddling uncomfortably toward the big piece of plastic Beth had placed on the floor. The contents of his diaper squished between his buns as he walked and oozed between his legs. This couldn't be happening! How could his sister be so mean as to change him in front of his classmates, who'd see his privates and his butt and everything! But how could he convince her not to? Not able to think of anything, he laid face down on the plastic with his legs together, trying not to look at any of the girls. Dakota and Karen had also entered the room by the time he'd laid down, his arms helplessly at his sides. Dakota was carrying a small plastic bucket with soapsuds protruding from the top, and Karen had baby wipes, towels, and a washcloth. They sat the items down on the plastic sheet beside Tommy, as Beth stood looking down at him.

"Turn over, dufuss," Beth commanded. "Don't you know what position to get into to be changed?" She poked her foot on the bulging rear of his diaper, shoving the contents further into his crack.

Tommy rolled over until his was facing the ceiling, carefully avoiding looking at anyone in the room. Beth prodded his legs far about, then got down on her knees between them, facing his crotch. She looked at him with a smile.

"Please," Tommy whispered, looking at Beth pleading. "Can't you wait until they leave?"

"Quiet, Mr. Poopypants!" Beth ordered. The two watching girl scouts laughed at her quip. "Here, Karen. You take one leg, and Dakota, you take the other." The other girls followed her instructions, taking Tommy's legs and lifting them up and back until they were spread apart on either side of his head. He could feel the poop in his diaper shifting as they did it, oozing between his legs and spreading onto the base of his still sore butt. Beth kneeled in front of his crotch and reached for the front of Tommy's diaper.

"No…" Tommy said softly, but Beth ignored him. She yanked the diaper tapes, allowing the diaper to spring open. Jessica and Vanessa's eyes were glued to the front of Tommy's diaper, now, as Beth slowly opened it until his now bare crotch and the base of his penis came into view. "No…" Tommy said again, shifting uncomfortably but unable to move with his legs held back over his head. Beth pulled the front of the diaper down further, so that his entire penis and his scrotum came into view, the latter smeared with poop that also could be seen filling the space between his scrotum and his butt crack. Beth used the top part of the diaper to remove most of the material as she pushed it down between his legs.

"Lift his legs back more, so you lift his butt off the floor," Beth ordered, and Dakota and Karen quickly complied. As Tommy's butt came off the floor, Beth used the diaper to trap and remove the bulk of the material between his legs and down his butt crack, folding the diaper over the mess and closing the tapes. She set the folded package down and turned to his smeared genitals and bottom. Taking the washrag, she saturated it in the soapy water and began washing down her brother's body, starting with his genitals and moving swiftly and competently down between his legs and then up his butt crack. She rinsed the cloth and washed him again, and then a third time.

"You're good at that," Jessica commented, her eyes glued to her classmate's genital area.

"I've had lots of practice diapering little boys," Beth replied.

"I'm not a little boy," Tommy muttered indignantly.

"Funny, you look like one," Beth said. "You don't have any hair, and you certainly have a boy's equipment."

"Yeah, and you wear diapers!" Vanessa said, laughing. "You're not even potty trained!"

"You shaved off my hair," Tommy replied hotly, finding it uncomfortable to breath with his legs over his head. "And you wouldn't let me go to the bathroom."

"You could have held it," Vanessa said.

Tommy didn't reply to that – there was nothing to say, really. She was right, he could have held it. But he didn't, and now he was lying on his back with his legs up and all of his private areas on display for everyone in the room to see. Beth was scrubbing his genitals and anus with the baby wipes, making sure he was spotless again. Jessica shifted positions, so she could view his genital region more clearly. Beth noted her avid curiosity. "Do you want to finish him up?" she asked.

"Can I?" Jessica asked, excitement in her voice.

"Be my guest," Beth said, rising and gathering the used materials to take to the trash. "Wipe him down good a couple of more times – we don't want his blisters getting infected when he gets paddled later."

"No…" Tommy whispered again, but no one paid any attention to him. Jessica settled between his legs, eyeing Tommy's anus from close range.

"You act like you've never seen a boy's stuff before," Vanessa said.

"I haven't," Jessica admitted. "I mean, not up close like this. I saw Lee, of course, when he got spanked – we all did. But not up close, like this, and not with his legs spread apart so you could see everything. And Lee didn't have anything in his sack," she said, poking Tommy's balls gingerly as she commented on this issue. Tommy tried to flinch, but only succeeded in making his butt contract slightly and his butt hole twitch. She looked up at the other girls, her eyes sparkling, as she took a baby wipe from the container and began manipulating Tommy's penis with it. Despite his extreme embarrassment, Tommy's penis began responding, hardening immediately under her touch.

"Oooooh, look!" Jessica said. "I made it bigger!"

"Don't rub it too much," her friend Vanessa commented. "Or he'll sperm on you!"

"He'll what?" Jessica asked, snatching her hand away from Tommy's tool, which was now arching up over his stomach, pulsing with his heartbeat.

"He'll sperm on you. You know, squirt his baby making stuff out! He could make you pregnant if he does!" Vanessa said.

"Really?" Jessica said, snatching her hand back in horror.

"Not really," Karen said mildly. "Or I'd have been pregnant long ago. It's not dangerous unless it gets in your vagina."

"Besides, he can barely squirt anything at all," Dakota said derisively. "Just a dribble."

Tommy flushed. Why did they have to tell these girls from his class everything? Jessica and steeled herself and taken a fresh baby wipe and was scrubbing his balls uncomfortably.

"Hey, be careful," he urged, as she squeezed each of his balls, feeling their solidity and texture. "You gotta be careful with balls!"

"Shut up," Beth said. "Be as rough as you want, Jessica. He deserves it."

"I don't want to hurt him," Jessica said. She moved her wipe lower. "Gotta wash his poo-poo hole – I think it might still have stuff in the cracks." Tommy squeezed his butt involuntarily, but could not block her access, only succeeding in making his butt hole twitch several times. He could feel Jessica's small fingers probing his orifice, pressing on the center, forcing their way in a fraction as she wiped him. His penis twitched as she probed. Jessica prattled on as she worked. "I've never seen a real boy's poo-poo hole and boy stuff from this close before," she said. "It's all wrinkled! I bet it's like fingerprint, where nobody's is exactly like anyone else's!"

"I wish we had more time now," Vanessa said. "We could put, like, lipstick on it and then press blotting paper on it and make a butt-hole print!"

"Perhaps you can come back later this weekend," Beth said. Nooooooo! Tommy screamed inside his head. Beth went on , "Better clean him out inside, too," Beth advised. "Just put a wipe over his hole and then push in with your finger to get it inside him."

"No, please," Tommy whispered, again being ignored. He felt the wet wipe being placed between his separated buns, then the small finger probing through the wipe, pushing on his butt hole until it gave way and allowed the wipe shrouded finger to slip in. "Uhhh," Tommy grunted as Jessica's finger plunged into him, rotating the wipe and scrubbing his rectum. He tried to squeeze his butt, but she just pushed harder. His penis twitched repeatedly as she brushed past a particular spot that felt tickly and good at the same time. He felt liquid pressure building at the base of his penis, like it did when he played with himself in private. "Take it out! Take it out!" he begged as she kept stimulating that spot, watching his penis move in fascination as she did. "Please, it hurts! I don't like it! Take it out!" Tommy complained.

Ignoring him, Jessica kept stimulating his rectum and watching his penis twitch. With a groan, Tommy's insides began contracting and orgasm washed over him, his penis jumping as it spat a few drops and then a dribble of fluid onto his stomach.

"Hey, he peed on himself," Jessica said excitedly, withdrawing her finger and the baby wipe from Tommy's anus.

"You made him sperm," Vanessa said. "I've heard gay boys do that when they get fucked in the butt!"

"Boys put their things in boys' butts? Gross!" Jessica replied. "Does that mean Tommy's gay?"

"I'm not gay!" Tommy shouted. "I'm not! You made me do it!"

Ignoring his outburst, Beth took a baby wipe and cleaned up Tommy's meager output. "You're not supposed to be having fun," she said to Tommy. "You're supposed to be getting punished." She looked up at the other girls. "Let go of him so I can turn him over," she ordered. Karen and Dakota let go of Tommy's legs. "Turn over, brat," Beth said. "You're going to have to be punished for cumming without permission."

"But I couldn't help it, they made me!" Tommy complained.

"Turn over now," Beth said evenly. "Or it will go worse for you."

Reluctantly, Tommy turned face down, his bare bottom now curing upward above the small of his back and then joining his sturdy, muscular legs. At least the couldn't see his genitals from this side.

"Nice butt," Vanessa giggled. "But how come it's all red and bumpy?"

"Because he got spanked a little while ago," Dakota replied. "You should have heard him bawl."

"And he's going to get spanked again right now," Beth said. "To teach him the consequences of cumming without permission." She sat on Tommy's outstretched legs, pinning him to the floor. "Dakota, you do the honors."

Dakota settled herself comfortably in the small of Tommy's back, facing his butt and placing a hand on each of his buns. Without waiting, she began slapping his buns with both hands simultaneously, fast and hard. "Oww! Oww! Owwww!' Tommy protested. "Not so harrrrdddd! Owwww! Not so harrrrrdddd! Please! Stop! That hurts! Owwwwww!"

"You're such a baby, Tommy Henson," Vanessa said dismissively. "Carrying on like that over a little spanking! When my little brother gets paddled, he doesn't even cry until it's almost over, and he gets it bare butt!"

Tommy, blinking back tears, tried to bite his lip and stop from crying, but couldn't hold it in, erupting into full- fledged sobs. It hurt so much! Even though it was just a little hand spanking, his whole butt was on fire! And worse yet, it was his girl cousin, a girl his own age, who was enthusiastically beating his butt and making him cry. It wasn't fair – girls could just do whatever they wanted to boys, and the boys had to take it!

Dakota finished her spanking of Tommy with a flourish, by prying his butt apart with one hand and giving him five open-handed slaps on his exposed butt hole with the other. Tommy was twisting his head from side to side, scattering tears and snot on the plastic in front of him while trying to pry her off his back with his hands. "That'll do him," Dakota said, getting up. Beth got off of Tommy's legs, and he immediately reached back with his hands, massaging his sore bottom with both hands as he continued crying piteously. The 5 girls in the room looked at him with contempt.

"Boys," Beth said with derision. "They think they're such hot stuff because they've got dicks, yet underneath all that strutting and bluster they're just big babies." She nudged Tommy with a foot. "Get up, you big baby," she said. "Get your butt into the corner and stay there until your paddling." Sobbing, Tommy struggled to his feet and walked, shaky legged, to the corner, where he stood trying to stop crying and comforting his bare bottom. Beth quickly concluded her nut order and saw the girls to the door, Tommy being left alone in the living room to cry himself out.