Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 9

Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 9
by Chadlad

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Chapter 9: Beth's Discipline Seminar

Back in the kitchen, Beth sat down at the table with Gabriel and Chad, while the other two girls started cleaning the breakfast things away. "Before you paddle your cousin, I want to make sure you know some things about spanking boys," she said to Gabriel without any preamble.

"What's the big deal?" Gabriel said. "You take the paddle, and you whack his butt with it. And then you do it again, a bunch more times."

"Actually, there's a lot more to it than that if you do it right," Beth said. "It's like saying there's nothing to cooking – you just throw stuff together and heat it. I'm not saying that your approach wouldn't hurt Tommy a lot – it would. But there's more to spanking boys than just hurting their little butts. Actually, Dakota, you should sit down and listen to this, too – you're going to have to know how to discipline naughty boys soon enough."

"I already know how to spank boys' butts," Dakota said sulkily. "I watched my mom give Dorkface here enough lickings to know what to do. And I did okay just now. I made him cry, didn't I?" She looked derisively at Chad and Gabriel. "You boys are such babies."

"You did okay," Beth said, "just like having a Twinkie makes for an okay meal. But I'd rather eat filet mignon." She paused for the metaphor to soak in. When all three younger children looked puzzled, she went on. "There are three things you could have done better that I can name right off the top of my head. First, you didn't take advantage of the value of anticipation. There's a place for immediacy, when you crack a boy on the butt good and hard when he's not expecting it and it takes him by surprise, like I did when Tommy tried to hit Chad and used all that filthy language. But there's also a place for slowing things down, dragging them out, and letting him sit there and think about what he's got coming and how embarrassing and painful it's going to be. You dived into spanking Tommy's butt too quickly to take advantage of that. You should have straddled his back, and then sat there and rubbed his butt for awhile while you told him what you were going to do and why you were going to do it. You could have said something like, 'Tommy, you were a very naughty boy to cum without permission like that. Now I'm going to have to spank your bare bottom until it's nice and sore so that you learn your lesson to restrain yourself in the future. I'm afraid this spanking is going to have to hurt a lot and last a long time so that you get the message.' And while you're doing that, you should be gently rubbing his butt, both to show that he's completely at your mercy and to drive home the fact that you're allowed to handle his butt and do whatever you want to it, and he can't do anything about it. You make little humiliating remarks about his butt while you do it, things like, 'you've got such a soft butt that this is really going to hurt,' or 'your butt is so white that you'll probably blister easily,' or, 'I like the way your butt sticks out like it does – I like boys with little fat butts like yours – they make really good targets.'"

Beth paused, taking in the younger children's intense looks. Dakota was nodding her head in comprehension. "Another thing you can do to build up the tension and raise the humiliation is to spread their butts apart and look at their butt holes. Boys hate it when people look at their butt holes. They're super aware that poop comes out of their butt holes, for one thing. They're always worried that they didn't wipe themselves properly and that they've got poop on them, or that their butt holes will smell even if they did wipe good. You have to understand that people don't talk about pooping much for a reason. I mean, everybody poops, so it shouldn't be a big deal, and yet everyone's all embarrassed about it."

"That's because poop is disgusting!" Gabriel said. "It stinks, and it's all gloopy and gloppy!"

"There's more to it than that," Beth said in her best teaching the voice. "I read about this in an anthropology textbook. Humans are really vulnerable in two situations, when they're having sex, and when they're pooping. In both cases, an enemy can creep up on them and get them, and they're not in a good position to fight back. So the book argued that humans tend to find private places both for sex and for pooping, and are modest about having sex and pooping, because people who were modest like that and made sure no one was around before they had sex or took a poop were less likely to get attacked and more likely to survive. So now the whole human race has a tendency to want privacy when having sex or when pooping. So when you make boys talk about their pooping habits or behaviors, it tends to be acutely embarrassing. It's even more embarrassing, if you make them poop in front of you. When Chad was being punished a few weeks ago, as part of his anger management training, one of the first things is mom did was strip him naked and then stick an enema tube up his butt in front of everybody. So he had to lie there in front of everyone while the tube was shoved in his butt hole, with everyone watching."

Movement out of the corner of her eye made Beth suddenly turn her attention from Dakota's earnest expression. Chad, he face blushing red, was trying to slip out of his chair and out of the room. Beth gave him a sharp look. "Freeze, mister!" she said. "You set your little fanny right back down that chair! I may need you to help with Dakota's and Gabriel's training."

"But it's embarrassing," Chad mumbled.

"And how embarrassed would you be if I spanked your bare butt in front of them right now?" Beth asked. "Or demonstrated how to give an enema using you as an example?" Chad subsided back into his chair, looking at the table.

"Now where was I?" Beth said. "Oh, yeah. So Chad here has to lie on his back with his legs up over his head and spread, while this big tube is shoved up his butt, and his insides are filled with soapy water. But that isn't the best part. The best part is, Mom does this all outside, on the patio, right in the open! With everyone standing around watching! And when it's time for him to expel the enema, Mom makes him get up on all fours, spread his legs, and then lean backward so his butt is spread and his butt hole is wide open, where everyone can see it, and makes him poop right there in front of us! Right in front of us! And not just the family, but Karen, and her two little brothers, and even Tommy's friend Jesse! I mean, we actually saw the poop come out of him! I have to take my hat off to Mom! It's the kind of embarrassment a boy will remember the rest of his life! But then, to cap that off, she made a rule that while he was being punished, Chad couldn't use the bathroom alone, he always had to have someone watching! So he had to there on the toilet with one of us watching while he grunted and strained and tried to do his business. It was hilarious! And if he didn't poop at least once a day, he had to take another enema. The only thing I think she did wrong was after the enemas she had him poop in the toilet. I'd have made him go outside to the patio drain each time."

Dakota was staring at Beth with open admiration. Chad, blushing almost to the tips of his toes, stared at the table. He hated mentally reliving the events a month ago. The passage of time had not reduced the embarrassment in any way. Beth went on, oblivious his distress. "And boys' poop holes are usually private – after they stop being toddlers and no one is wiping their butts any more, no one ever sees their poop holes, and they get really embarrassed when people do. You say your brother's gotten spanked bare butt in front of you lots of times, Dakota. I bet even then you haven't seen his hole."

"Well, not really," Dakota admitted. "When he gets to kicking his butt always separates a little bit, but you can't really see it."

"Yet I bet you saw his genitals clearly every time he got spanked," Beth said.

"Oh, sure! His little dink was always flopping around between his legs when he got spanked! And his little balls, too! After he'd gets spanked, he doesn't even care if I see them – he prances around rubbing his butt with his dink flapping in the breeze," Dakota said, grinning.

"Yeah, well, I've seen your cunt when you get spanked, too, Kota!" Gabriel said indignantly.

Beth looked at Gabriel sharply. "What did I say about your language, young man?" she snapped. "That's a disgusting, demeaning term that I don't ever want to hear in this house again! I should paddle your little bare butt right now!"

"I can go get the paddle," Dakota said helpfully.

Gabriel flushed, looking frightened. Beth could see that Dakota wasn't exaggerating – this was a boy who knew what spankings and paddlings on the bare bottom felt like from a personal viewpoint. "But that's what my mom calls it," he wailed. "It's the only word I know for it!"

Beth looked more sympathetic. "Well, okay. I'll let it go this time, because you didn't know any better. But from now on, I expect you to use polite, adult words for things like that. A girl's privates should be called her vulva."

"I thought it was a vagina," Chad said in a puzzled voice.

"The vagina is the tube inside the girl that goes from the vulva to the uterus," Beth said in a superior tone. "Lots of people get that wrong. They point to a girl's vulva and say, 'that's your vagina,' but it isn't really. The part you can see on the outside is the vulva. The vagina is inside, and you can't even see it unless she spreads her legs and opens herself up to you."

Chad pondered this. Beth took a deep breath and went on with her explication. "Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah -- we were talking about things that embarrass boys. The anthropology book I was looking at also pointed out that humans are vulnerable when having sex, especially during orgasm. So they get real private about sex, because that has survival value, too. All boys play with their little wieners all the time. They do it because it feels good. But they all are embarrassed about it, so they all act like they don't do it. Instead, they go around accusing other boys of doing it and make fun of them instead to divert attention away from the fact they do it, too. But inside, they all know that they do it, and they hope nobody finds out. They're all scared to death that some other boy is going to see them doing it, or worse yet, that their mothers are going to catch them. They also get embarrassed when their little things to get hard, because they associate getting a stiffy with playing with it. When you're spanking a boy or punishing him in any other way, you should always immediately call everyone's attention to it if his dick gets hard. You should usually admonish him if that happens that he's supposed to be being punished and should be afraid, and that having a hard dick is a sign that he isn't not afraid enough and he obviously needs more punishment. On the other hand, if his dick is a soft little thing, you can order him to make it hard, so you'll have something to hold on to when you spank his little butt. A boy's dick makes a pretty good handle when you're spanking his butt, and you better believe he'll hold still across your lap when you've got him by the old joystick."

"But the best thing is to make him cum in front of you! You can either force him to jack himself off, or you can make him put his hands behind his head while you jack him off. Either one is acutely embarrassing for a young boy, because on the one hand, it feels really good, but on the other hand, he's doing this private thing in front of everybody." Beth beamed at the three children across the table from her, only Dakota meeting her eyes. "And boys generally make ridiculous faces and idiotic grunting noises when they're jacking off or being jacked off," she went on. "They can't control it, and they know they look ridiculous. And if you make them jack themselves off, they look so silly, her little hands pumping up and down their little dicks. They'll never forget that everyone has seen them doing it. We made Chad come a dozen times while he was being punished, and he never got used to it. Isn't that right, Chad?"

Chad looked at the table, his face beet red. He didn't answer.

"I said, isn't that right, Chad?" Beth repeated. When Chad still didn't answer, he spoke up again. "Well, if you won't agree with me, maybe you'll just have to provide a demonstration," she said. "Maybe I should make you stand up right now and take your pants and undies down, and play with your little Vienna sausage until you come!"

Chad looked up, fear in his eyes. "No!" he said. "I'm not trying to be bad -- it's just hard for me to talk about. It's embarrassing!"

"My point exactly," Beth said. "Now where was I? Oh, yeah – the things you could have done better. Besides building the anticipation of the coming punishment, you should have made him apologize and beg a little bit first. Nothing humbles a boy more than having to beg for mercy and apologize in front of everyone. You should have made him say that he was wrong for doing what he did, and that he'd never do it again. It's best if you make him say it several times, and in as demeaning a way as possible. In this case, I'd have made Tommy say, "I'm sorry I squirted on myself like a little boy and made a mess when Jessica was cleaning my dirty butt after I pooped my diaper.' See, you don't let him say 'I'm sorry for what I did,' you make him admit exactly what it was. And you make sure you don't miss the opportunity to remind him that he pooped his pants. There are few things in the world more embarrassing to a boy than pooping his pants. It's even worse than peeing his pants. And you could've taken advantage of that. You could've reminded Tommy that he had peed and pooped in his pants just like a big baby, and that he was wearing a diaper just like a big baby. You have to milk the embarrassment as much as you can."

"Diabolical," Dakota said.

"That brings me to the third thing – the spanking you administered to Tommy was effective in its own way – it make him beg and cry, and that bit where you pulled his butt apart and spanked inside his butt crack was a nice touch. But you could have been more effective with just a little more creativity. For one, you were too predictable. You followed a strict pattern that I picked up on right away – center of the buns, bottom, top, outside edges, and the center again. There's nothing wrong with patterning, of course, but if you vary the pattern within the spanking it's much more effective. Boys start anticipating the pattern, so it still hurts but it isn't as frightening as not knowing what's going to sting next. For example, you could have done two or three rounds with your pattern, but just as Tommy started expecting it, you could have switched to just spanking him in the centers for awhile, changing the sensation and making him wonder if you're going to just keep hitting him there. Then you change again, maybe this time going for the crease where his butt joins his legs. Or you start at the top and overlap the spanks going down, or the bottom and overlap the spanks going up. You switch it around, so they're always afraid of what you're going to do next."

"She's right," Chad said. "The worst spankings are the ones where you don't know whether they're going to spread it around or just concentrate on one area, or if they're going to do something else entirely."

"What else do I need to know?" Dakota said.

"Balls," Beth said. "You need to know about boys' balls. You know, those little marbles and the baby sacks the underneath their dicks. Girls often overlook them because they're so small, and they don't stick out the way their little dicks do."

"Gabe's certainly don't," Dakota said. "His are so tiny. You almost can't see them behind his little dink."

"Shut up, Kota," Gabriel said.

"Why? What's the big secret? Everyone knows you've got tiny balls, baby brother! You can hardly see them at all! Now that boyfriend Mom had last year? The one before her last one? That was a different thing. I swear, his were as big as plums! He was always walking around naked, with these great big things hanging down practically to his knees."

Across the table from her, Gabriel shuddered. He remembered that boyfriend entirely too well. His association with their mom had been brief, but during that time, he'd insisted on taking over discipline of the children, specifically Gabriel, saying it was the man's job. And he'd had a special dislike of Gabriel, taking every opportunity to punish his girlfriend's son, the son of another man. He'd saved most of those discipline sessions for when Gabriel's mother and sister were both out of the house, and there was no one to witness the man's actions or to intervene on Gabriel's behalf. There had been several such sessions, all of them beginning with the man sitting on the sofa watching TV and drinking beer. Each time, after he had finished a six pack, he get up and call for Gabriel to appear from wherever he was hiding in the apartment, trying to be invisible. "Where are you, you little brat?" he would snarl. "You get your ornery little ass in here right now!" When Gabriel would hesitate, the man would always add, "I'm going to count to 10, and if you're not in front of me by then, I'm going to double your whoppin'."

Gabriel had never had the courage to call the man's bluff and see if he really would find Gabriel and double his punishment or simply forget about it. Instead, he would slip quietly into the living room, cowering before the red- faced, angry man, who insisted that he be called "Daddy."

"Where are you, boy?" The man would always roar.

"I'm here, Daddy," Gabriel would say, shaking in fear.

"Your mother says you're out of control and aren't minding her," the man would say. "I'm guess I'm going to have to whop your bare ass again."

"No, Daddy, please!" Gabriel would say, each time. "I've been good, really! Please don't spank me!"

"Don't talk back to me, boy!" the man would say. "Are you calling your mother a liar!"

"No Daddy!" Gabriel would plead. "But don't spank me, please! I don't want a spankin'!"

The man was never swayed by Gabriel's pleas. "Get those britches off," he'd snarl. When Gabriel would hesitate, he would add "or do I have to get my belt?"

Gabriel never found out if the man would actually get his belt, because at this point, he always lost his courage and reluctantly pulled off his sweatpants. He'd stood there each time feeling helpless and vulnerable, hoping that taking off the pants would be enough. But each time, the man had said, "Did you hear me, boy? I said get those britches off! I need you butt naked for this!" Grimacing, Gabriel would drop his briefs to his feet and step out of them, looking at the man pleadingly. At that point, the man seldom said anything, and merely motioned Gabriel to come over to the couch and climb over his lap, which he would do compliantly in fear of would happen otherwise. As he approached the man, his mother's boyfriend would always make a comment on the size of his genitals, saying things like, "Are you sure that you're a boy? I don't see no prick on you!" As Gabriel got closer, he'd say, "Oh, now I can see it! You haven't been playing with yourself, have you boy? You need to play with yourself more and make that thing bigger! You gotta play with every morning and every night, boy, until it's too sore to touch any more, or you'll turn into a girl!" Gabriel didn't know whether to believe him or not, but he had increased his frequency of masturbatory activity, just to be sure. But other than a tendency for his penis to be a bit sore, the extra attention never had any effect.

But the man didn't let his genital ridicule of Gabriel stop there. He would always reach out and grab Gabriel's penis, squeezing it painfully and lifting it to view the boy's little scrotum, usually making Gabriel have to go up on his tiptoes to avoid stabbing pains in the base of his penis. The man would eye his sack critically, and then massage it with his free hand, causing a dull ache in the boy's sensitive balls that was very unpleasant. "You're never going to be much of a man, boy," he would say derisively. "You've got balls like chickpeas!" Gabriel wasn't exactly sure what a chickpea was, but he figured it was something pretty small. The man would release his penis, and he would clamber over the man's lap, shaking with fear knowing what was about to happen. The man would spend some time positioning him properly, massaging his butt and settling him in just the right position. Then he'd reached between his own legs with his left hand, circling Gabriel's genital package, and raise his right hand over the boy's small, unprotected, tightly clenched butt, holding it there for more than a minute, while Gabriel looked fearfully over his shoulder. Finally, the man would always say, "I'm going to whop your sassy little ass good, boy! And remember, I don't want to hear anything from you! You know you deserve this licking, so try to act like you got some balls and take it like a man! Remember, if you cry or make too much noise, I'll give you another whopping just as bad after this one! I don't wanna hear anything except the sound of my hand on your ass!"

The man would then begin Gabriel's spanking, alternating sides of his butt, but spanking only the centers of each side. He didn't spank particularly hard, no harder than Gabriel's mother spanked, but the prohibition from crying or crying out made the spanking seem much worse. Gabriel would bite his lip as hard as he could and try to choke back his cries, but invariably a cry would escape him when the pain would become so great he couldn't stand it. Once that happened, there was no stopping his cries, which quickly would escalate to full-fledged bawling. His mother's boyfriend would just continue spanking his bare bottom, slowly and methodically, never stopping until the centers of the boy's buns were each bright red. He would then yank Gabriel to his feet immediately, using his grip on the boy's genitals, shake him using the same grip, and announce, "Didn't I warn you not to cry, boy? Don't you have any balls between your legs at all? Well, gonna put balls there! Now get over in the corner and stop crying like a big baby! I'm going to call you over again in 10 minutes and give you another spanking, just like this one, and you'd better not be crying when I call you over for that spanking, or I'll use the belt on you!" With that he would give Gabriel's genitals a vicious squeeze that would intensify his crying, and shove him toward the corner. He would then go to the kitchen for more beer and drink quietly while he waited for 10 minutes to pass, and Gabriel fought with all his might to stop crying.

All too soon, the man would announce, " OK, boy! Time for your whoppin' again! Get your ass over here, and try not to act like a big baby this time!" Gabriel would stumble across the floor, his heart thumping, his butt burning, and clamber over the man's lap, looking fearfully over his shoulder and squeezing his red butt tightly in anticipation. The man would again warn him against crying, admonish him to act like he had some balls, and then give him a spanking almost identical to the first, striking the same bright red spots on Gabriel's butt and sending him into tears almost immediately this time. Nonetheless, the man continued spanking him slowly and methodically, generally bringing blisters to Gabriel's butt this time by the time he was done. He would again admonish the sobbing Gabriel for "crying like a girl" and send him back to a corner, promising a third spanking at the end of 10 minutes, with the belt in the offing if he hadn't stopped crying by then.

The man would resume drinking beer and staring at the television until the end of the 10 minutes. Each time, Gabriel had managed but just barely to stop crying by that point, but the man would just point across his lap, seize Gabriel's genitals, and commence his third spanking. By this point, of course, Gabriel cried from the very first spank, and the man never finished any of the third spankings, but instead yanked Gabriel off his lap after he'd began bawling lustily again, shook him by his grip on the boy's genitals, and snarled, "you get in your room boy, and wait for me on your back with your legs spread. I'm gonna finish my beer, and I'll go to the truck and get my loppers and we'll see if we can't do something about relieving you of your little prick and balls! If you can act like a girl, you might as well be a girl!"

Each of the three times, the man had made this threat, Gabriel had been sure that this time he was really going to do it, and he had lain with his bottom half naked, and his legs widely spread on his bed, dreading the approach of the man's foot and wondering what it would feel like when the cold blades of the cutter closed around his genitals. But each time, the man had fallen asleep in the chair without retrieving the dreaded loppers. The first two times, Gabriel and stayed there shaking on his bed, clutching his genitals with both hands, until he heard the front door open, signaling his mother's return. At that point he'd risen and slipped on another pair of pants, and peeked out, watching as his mother roused her boyfriend and took him off to her bedroom. The third time, he got the courage after a time to get up and look out his door, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw the man had fallen asleep. He always worried the next morning that the man would remember his threat and that he'd awaken to the cold blades encircling his genitals and swiftly emasculating him, but the man always acted like he'd forgotten completely about it by the following day.

The fourth and last time his mother's boyfriend had spanked Gabriel, it had been entirely different. For one thing, it wasn't just the two of the alone in the apartment that time. His mother's boyfriend had showed up that morning with a surly looking older boy and a boy younger than Gabriel, who he introduced as his nephews. The older boy looked to be about 13, dark and gangly and scruffy and sporting a wisp of uneven fuzz on his upper lip. The younger boy appeared to be about 9, blond, light skinned, and blue eyed with a slight build. Despite his efforts to keep her home, Gabriel's mother had departed, and his sister was in a sleep over, leaving him alone with the two boys and the man who insisted he be called "Daddy." To Gabriel's relief, the three of them ignored him for a time, sitting down in front of the television. They appeared to be focused on diminishing his mother's beer supply, with the older boy, despite his age, began matching his father beer for beer, while his younger brother begged healthy sips now and then from both of them. Gabriel tried to stay out of sight in his room, but after they'd killed a six pack and were most of the way through a second one, he hear his mother's boyfriend begin complaining loudly. "Where is the pansy- assed little brat of hers? I got to give him his weekly whopping! Get your ass in here, boy! Your mother says you been mouthy again this week!"

Gabriel had appeared timidly in the living room, but the procedure was different this time. "Take him to his bedroom and get him ready for a whopping," the man had told his nephews. The sullen boy had taken Gabriel firmly by the upper arm and led him away down the hall, with the younger boy grinning and dogging his heels. One there, the older boy had shut the door, while the younger one had danced around Gabriel, chanting, "You're gonna get your butt whipped, you're gonna get your butt whipped," over and over. The older boy had turned from the door and said, simply, "Come on, you little pansy, strip," before crossing his arms and standing staring at Gabriel. The younger boy continued his dancing and chanting. Finally, when Gabriel just stood there in indecision, the blond had stopped, smirking at him.

"Come on, take 'em off," he'd said brightly. "Uncle Rob always whips us bare naked! We're gonna see your weenie and your butt!"

When Gabriel had hesitated, the older boy had spoken up. "Quit wasting time, or I'll go get the loppers and cut your balls off! I know where Dad keeps them in the truck. I bet he'd even let me do the honors on you." When Gabriel still didn't move, the younger boy had reached over and pulled his pants down to his knees, and when he still didn't move, grabbed the front of his underpants and pulled them under his genitals, examining Gabriel closely.

"Man, yours is teenie!" he commented, pulling the underpants the rest of the way down. "You're a teenie-weenie!" He danced around Gabriel, chanting, "teenie-weenie, teenie- weenie!" over and over again.

"Take that stuff the rest of the way off," the older boy ordered. "Take your shirt off, too."

Gabriel complied, petrified by the lopper threat. He stood in front of the two hostile boys, feeling very small and exposed and vulnerable. "How's it coming along, boys?" his mother's boyfriend called from the living room.

"We're getting him ready, Uncle Rob," the older boy had called back. "But he's not cooperating."

"Do what you have to do to make him cooperate," the man called back. "I can wait."

"You heard him – take it all off," the older boy ordered.

More frightened that he'd ever been in his life, Gabriel pulled his feet out of his pants and underpants, pulled his shirt over his head, and stood in front of the two boys stark naked, his tiny penis shrunken in fright so that it looked like a half-inch long little cylinder pointed straight out from his groin. The smaller boy, now standing behind Gabriel, reached out and stroked his bare bottom. "Soft," he said. "Not tough like mine!"

He walked around front of Gabriel. "Uncle Rob says you always cry when he whips your butt," he said, looking at Gabriel's genitals and suppressing a laugh. "So he always has to whip your butt again. He never does that to me! I never cry!"

"That's true," his older brother said. "But you're not a baby like he is!"

"That's 'cause my balls are bigger," the younger boy smirked. "My weenie is lots bigger too!"

Gabriel looked down at his crotch. He'd always thought his penis was pretty big. He looked at the younger boy doubtfully. "It's way bigger," the little boy said. "Way, way bigger!"

"He doesn't believe you," the older boy said. "Show the little pansy."

The smaller boy immediately hooked a thumb under each side of the front of his waistband and yanked his pants and underpants below his crotch, exposing a penis twice as big as Gabriel's and proportionately bigger balls. Gabriel blushed in shame at the contrast between this smaller boy's bigger equipment and his own.

"How is it coming, boys?" the man in the next room asked.

"We're going to be a while longer," the older boy called back. "He has to be taught a lesson about obeying first." He turned to Gabriel. "Bend over the side of your bed," he ordered. When Gabriel didn't immediately respond, the older boy added, "unless you want me to get the loppers." Fear stricken, Gabriel complied, and walking to the side of his bed and bending across it. The older boy nudged his knees with his foot. "Separate your legs more," he commanded. "Make them good and wide." Gabriel spread his legs. "Now reach behind you and spread your butt as far apart as it will go," the older boy ordered. Still afraid of the loppers, Gabriel did as he was told, spreading his little buns wide and exposing his tightly pursed anus to the two boys. He looked fearfully back at them over his shoulder. The younger boy was pushing his pants down to his knees and then waddling forward to take position up behind Gabriel. He dropped to his own knees and leaned forward and inspected Gabriel's anus from close range. He held his hand in front of his face, spitting in it several times, reaching down out of Gabriel's sight to rub the spit on the tip of his now erect penis. He raised his hand and spit again, this time wiping it on Gabriel's pursed butt hole, where it glistened wetly.

"No, please!" Gabriel whispered as he felt the tip of the younger boy's spit-coated little penis line up at his rear entrance.

The older boy took Gabriel's stuffed Spongebob Squarepants from the bed, pushing it toward Gabriel's face. "Put the corner in your mouth and bite down on it," he said. "Uncle Rob doesn't like hearing boys cry or yell. He says it sets his teeth on edge. And if you make him mad enough, he'll go get the loppers himself."

Feelings the hard, rubbery wetness of the other boy's penis probing his anal orifice, Gabriel had no choice but to do as instructed, filling his mouth with the corner of Spongebob's yellow body and then biting down on it as the smaller boy pushed forward steadily. Relentless pressure built up against Gabriel's butt hole until, with a sharp stab of pain, the boy's thin organ slipped in quite suddenly, his hip bones slamming into Gabriel's hands where he was holding his butt apart. Gabriel muffled his cries by biting Spongebob as the younger boy began savagely humping away at him, pumping his little butt with short, rapid strokes that made entrance of Gabriel's rectum burn like fire. He couldn't have more than about an inch of his rubbery boyhood inside of Gabriel, yet each time he moved it felt like it was 5 feet long. It took him only a minute of panting thrusts to reach his climax, leaning heavily into Gabriel and stiffening, so Gabriel could feel the little penis pulse against his anal ring, but it was the longest minute Gabriel had ever experienced up to that point. The younger boy remained in position, his breath slowing and his penis shrinking noticeably, until, with a soft plopping sound, he withdrew from Gabriel's butt. He picked Gabriel's underpants up from the floor, wiped his damp penis on it, and pulled his pants up again. Gabriel looked fearfully at the older boy, expecting him to take the position behind him and invade him with his much larger penis. But the older boy merely said, "Get up, you little pansy. Uncle Rob is waiting to whip your butt. Unless you need another obedience lesson." As Gabriel slowly and painfully stood up, his butt hole burning like fire, the older boy took Gabriel's underpants and scrubbed the his face free of tears and snot. Gabriel sniffled. "Quiet," the older boy ordered. "Now you're ready for your spanking, I think," he said. He noted Gabriel's appraising look and interpreted it accurately. "I don't have to butt fuck little pansies like you," he said smugly. "I use my little pansy brother instead for stuff like that. He's a great little cocksucker, too. I just let him have a turn with you so he could see what it was like to be on the giving end for a change."

He had taken Gabriel by his upper arm again and led him back into the living room. "Sorry we took so long, Uncle Rob," he'd said cheerily as they'd walked back into the living room. "He was a bit reluctant to obey, so I had Alfie teach him a lesson." Gabriel's mother's boyfriend didn't ask what sort of lesson Alfie had taught Gabriel. He just motioned the frightened boy over his lap, leaving Gabriel no choice but to clamber upon the couch and drape himself in the spanking position, this time with two smirking witnesses watching gleefully from the sidelines. The usual spanking procedure occurred, with the man ordering Gabriel not to cry and Gabriel trying his best, but failing to comply once again, this time with a small, blond boy's face watching his own gleefully and announcing when his crying had begun. Once again, the spanking continued to its end even after Gabriel had started crying, but this time the man hadn't sent him to the corner afterward. He'd picked Gabriel up and laid him on his back on the floor, and then knelt over his head with his knees pinning Gabriel's upper arms above his head. He'd then taken Gabriel's legs and hoisted them under each arm, spreading them widely apart so that his small genitals were fully exposed between his spread legs, his butt jackknifed in the air higher than the rest of his body. Gabriel's little genitals capped his his widely spread legs, his penis pointing back at his face.

"Get the loppers, boy," The boyfriend had drunkenly said to the older lad, his breath reeking of stale beer. Gabriel had struggled and tried to scream, but the younger boy had brought Gabriel's underpants from the bedroom and shoved them roughly in his mouth, so that his shouts became a muffled series of moans. The older boy returned after a time, panting from having hurried, carrying a large pair of garden loppers. These he opened widely in front of Gabriel's eyes so he could see the sharp blades gleaming in the room light. As Gabriel attempted to struggle and scream again, his little butt wiggling ineffectively and his small genitals trying to retreat to safety, he saw the boy open the handles and lower the blades to his genitals, until the shining sharp edges were resting on either side of his small package. He froze, horrified to silence, realizing that any movement would make the blades cut into his skin.

"Shall I do it, Uncle Rob?" The older boy said, his hands gripping the handles. He closed them slightly, and Gabriel felt the sharp pinch of the blades digging into the base of his scrotum. Fear like he'd never known coursed through Gabriel. They were really going to do it! They were going to cut his dick and balls off! His sphincter opened and his bladder contracted violently, spraying pee out of himself as only little boys can, a powerful arc that drenched his chest, neck, and face, plastered his hair down in front, and even seeped into mouth around the protruding gag. Miserable, drenched in his own pee, he looked fearfully at the loppers, still circling his now dripping genitals. He felt like he'd poop himself any minute as well. His mother's boyfriend began roaring with laughter, as the younger boy shrilled with glee himself and the older one began braying like a donkey, wiggling as he did and making the blades tug at Gabriel's delicate little sack. Gabriel sputtered and tried not to swallow the pee that had gotten in his mouth, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes. He could feel the blades pinching his scrotum, already cutting in. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see when the glinting blades would finally close, taking his boy parts forever.

Suddenly he felt the blades shift, opening and releasing their pinch on his scrotum. Gabriel tensed, expecting them to close suddenly, sharp blades slicing through his delicate parts. He wondered how bad it would hurt. But the touch of the cold steel against his crotch lifted, and he willed himself to open his eyes, discovering that the older boy had removed the loppers and was dancing, waving them and roaring with laughter.

"Did you see that!" he chortled to his capering little brother. "The little fart got so scared he pissed himself in the face! I thought he was going to shit himself!"

The smaller boy was pointing at Gabriel's dripping face and chest and shrieking in hysterical laughter, as his father, still holding Gabriel tightly, continued to roar with laughter himself. The older boy put down the loppers and cupped his hand over Gabriel's damp, exposed genitals, messaging them gently. "We wouldn't cut your little balls off, you big baby! If we did, I wouldn't be able to do this!" Raising his cupped hand, he slammed it down on Gabriel's genitals. Gabriel shrieked into his pee-soaked underwear gag and struggled to escape as pain from his small sack overwhelmed him until all he could think of was the dull red throb of his two tiny orbs. The boy raised his hand and struck Gabriel's balls again, and then a third time, while he thrashed ineffectively and tried to escape the older man's firm grip. The three of them were all leaning in, now, the two boys smirking in Gabriel's helpless face as his unprotected balls were repeatedly slapped.

Suddenly, there was a splintering crash. The man holding Gabriel toppled backwards, releasing him, as the two boys looked up with sudden surprise on their faces. Gabriel rolled into a fetal position, clutching his tortured balls, searching with bleary eyes for the source of his sudden release. His eyes gradually focused on his own mother, standing behind her collapsed boyfriend, holding the broken off base of a vase that had splintered to fragments as it had struck the man on the back of the head. As he watched, trying to comprehend what had happened, she threw it at the older boy, the base catching the edge of his forehead and sending him cowering backward. A rain of small, compact objects followed it, as his mother threw everything within reach at the two boys, all the while screaming obscenities at them. Crawling on all fours, Gabriel fled to his bedroom, slammed the door, and crawled under his bed, still naked and clutching his sore balls. His mother continued shrieking outside, screaming "get out, and take that trash with you" in between various obscenities and the crash of flying objects. This continued for some time, during which Gabriel's senses had returned and he'd removed the gag from his mouth, his breath still rank with the smell of it. After several more minutes of crashing and thumping, the front door slammed and then it was suddenly quiet.

Gabriel lay under the bed, shivering and clutching his dully throbbing sack for what seemed like an eternity, but there were no more sounds from the living room. Finally, he cautiously slid out from under the bed, covered with dust bunnies and still reeking of pee, to carefully open the door and peek through it. His mother was collapsed on the couch in a drunken stupor, a mostly empty vodka bottle still resting against her side. Broken crockery and other objects were strewn around the floor, but, to Gabriel's relief, no one else was in the room. He padded down the hall to the bathroom, turning on the shower and standing in it a long time, washing himself all over and letting the water rinse his open mouth, trying to wash away the taste and the memories. Afterward, he'd slipped on underpants and done his best to clean the room, then gone back to his own room and watched TV until he fell asleep. The following morning his mother had come out of the shower wrapped in a towel and poked her head into the kitchen, where he was eating cereal, to announce that she and Rob were done, and he wouldn't be coming around any more. She didn't say anything else then or afterward about what had happened to Gabriel, and he'd tried to forget it was well. But he still remembered the man with the huge, pendulous balls, and what he'd experienced at the man's hands.