The Farm Chapter 4
by Chadlad

copyright 2009 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 4: Judgment Day

And that's what had caused it all. A casual remark by a little kid two years younger as he was leaving. A well-hung little kid, for sure, disturbingly well-hung for a kid with completely bald pubes, really, but still just a little kid. "I wouldn't put up with it," Chauncey had said. The remark echoed in his head as Julie said her goodbyes at the door and he debated whether to leave the living room and sneak to his own room and hope she'd forgotten her promise to punish him before bed. "I wouldn't put up with it," just kept echoing in his head, along with a number. Almost twenty-thousand. Almost twenty-thousand. I wouldn't put up with it. Almost twenty-thousand. I wouldn't put up with it. Almost twenty-thousand.

Joshua had made a life-changing decision at that moment. I'm not putting up with it. I'm drawing the line - I'm drawing it at 20,000. I'm not letting her go beyond that. Two hundred spankings and 20,000 spanks is enough. I'll make her stop, and I'll never take another spanking from her again. I don't care if Mom kills me for it - at least it won't be my little sister any more. In the back of his mind, he realized that this was a momentous decision, and would probably have consequences. But he was a stubborn boy, once his mind was made up, and it had been made up. He pictured himself naked, tied to the posts of the porch, facing an audience of neighborhood children, fighting to keep from crying as his mother beat his butt with a paddle. In his mind's eye, his body jerked with each blow of the paddle, his genitals flopping comically, his face flushed but determined as he toughed it out. I don't care, he thought to himself. She can do that if she wants. I don't care if the whole neighborhood sees my dick and balls and butt and sees me get spanked. Julie's going to let them all see everything eventually, anyway, probably a few at a time, like she did tonight. At least I can take my licking like a man, not like a meek little boy going over his little sister's lap without a fight like I did tonight. And maybe his mome would back off if he fought back and stopped just taking it. Maybe she was bluffing about the whole porch thing. He was 11 now - getting to old to spank, really. The whole porch thing might all be a bluff. But if it wasn't, he still didn't care - he was done being spanked by his sister - he was drawing the line at and even 20,000.

"Get up, brother," Julie said peremptorily as she strode into the room. She'd gone off to her bedroom to change after shutting the door and was in her nightgown, a short thing that barely covered her butt. Joshua didn't know it then, but she had no panties on under there. She'd decided to spank him that way tonight, so she could feel him against her bare legs, and maybe even let the nightgown ride up during his spanking, while he was distracted by the pain, and feel him against her crotch, too, while he moved around during his spanking. The thought of his bare skin in contact with hers was already making her wet down there. If she held him tightly enough to her, he might even rub against that bump at the top of her vulva that became so hard and insistent each time she spanked her brother, demanding to be touched. It was certainly worth trying, and he was entirely too dense to realize what she was doing, and probably too preoccupied with his sore butt while being spanked as well. This was going to be her best session with him yet.

"Time for your bedtime spanking—you can cry yourself to sleep tonight," she announced. "And for that little trick of helping yourself to pizza, I'm using that butt paddle Mom bought for you rather than my hand. See how you like that on your blistered butt. Now make yourself hard for me. I'm going to need a good handle to keep you still when your butt starts to burn."

Fine, Joshua had thought to himself. I'll make myself hard, this one last time. But two spanks is all you're getting. I'm drawing the line at 200 spankin's and 20,000 spanks. From now on, if Mom wants me spanked, she's going to have to do it! And she'd going to have to tie me down. I don't even care if it's on the front porch, at least it won't be you, and I won't be submitting meekly.

Glaring at her, staring her right in the face, he stood, faced her on the love seat, and began stroking his penis rapidly.

"Not so fast," his sister snapped. "Do it slowly. No, slower yet. I like how ridiculous it makes you look, pulling on that stupid little thing."

Joshua slowed his hand down as she ordered. Let the little bitch have her show. He was going to show her who was boss. He'd let her have her 2, then he'd take that paddle from her and blister her butt instead - let her see how she liked it. The thought made him feel powerful for the first time in this position, and his penis rose in response. It sprang up almost instantaneously, not needing the coaxing it usually did when he was facing a paddling. His penis grew rock hard quickly, the tip quivering and pulsing. Yeah, he'd show the little bitch something this time. His dick felt like it would burst out of the skin, it grew so hard, and the tip became bright red, red as his paddled butt had been, begging him to stroke faster. But he kept his pace slow, and looked his sister right in the eyes, challenging her. Yeah, you don't have a dick, he thought to himself. And I do. You'll never know this pleasure.

His sister had frowned at him. Something was wrong, and she knew it. He'd had fear in his eyes before, and wouldn't look at her while he made himself hard, but this time he was staring her down. And he wasn't trembling, like he usually did when she promised him the paddle. He'd also gotten hard too quickly, and his little boy-finger was bigger than she remembered it, bigger and redder and, well, angrier than she'd seen before. She'd dismissed all the talk among the other girls about how boys liked to ram their boy parts into girls' pussies as being gross exaggeration, mainly from her view of how pathetic her brother's penis had seemed, but this was different - this was a penis that could ram into a girl, force its way in and make her sore inside, the way the other girls claimed boys sometimes did in their fervor.

She didn't like this, and almost called this spanking off. She liked her brother cowed by her. She liked watching him tremble. She liked the way he clenched his butt in little twitching motions when she talked about spanking and paddling him, as if he could already feel her hand or the paddle landing. She liked his discomfort at being naked, and at her staring at his penis and handling it, liked the way he always flinched when she gripped the hard, rubbery, little rod. Boys were funny down there, with their little things bobbing around soft or sticking up hard, and their sensitive little sacks, so small yet so vulnerable. And she liked spanking his butt. She liked feeling the soft skin with the harder muscle underneath prior to spanking him, the smooth, rounded orbs spread out under her eyes for her enjoyment. She liked his discomfort when she parted his buns to reveal his butt hole to her gaze. She didn't really get off on seeing his butt hole itself - it was all wrinkly around the little slit, and it was gross thinking that poop came out of there. But she knew he hated her looking at that place, and that made her want to look long and hard at it just for that reason. So she made a point of doing it every spanking, ostensibly to make sure he was clean back there, but really just because she liked the way it humiliated him, like the way he'd clench the tight orifice in little twitches as she held his buns apart and stared at it, like it was trying to pull in on itself and hide from her.

She liked the spanking itself, too. She liked the way his butt felt under her hand when she spanked him, and she liked the sharp crack of the paddle on his bare skin when she paddled him, and the electric jerk of his body when the first blow landed. She liked holding his hard penis and feeling it go soft as the pain in his butt overwhelmed his hard-on. She liked making fun of his genitals after a spanking, too - he'd get so cowed when she pointed out how small and baby-like his penis was, and how it barely projected when it was soft after the spanking. And she liked being able to make him cry. He became so vulnerable when he cried, so much like a big baby. He even wanted to hug her sometimes, afterwards, while he cried himself out, and she sometimes let him, holding him and gently stroking his hot, bumpy butt as she did, while chastising him verbally that he needed to grow up and be a better boy. It made her feel strong, it made her feel powerful, and it made her feel something else, a tingle she couldn't get anywhere else. A tingle down in her female parts, centering around the bump that was like a little penis of her own, a tingle so powerful that sometimes she had to stop his spanking to go relieve it, send him to the corner so she could race to her room, shut the door, and slide her hands into her panties and into warm wetness, pummeling that hard lump at the top of her genitals that was providing that tingle, and needed satisfaction so desperately. In seconds she'd be gasping, breathing hard, then thrusting her hips against her hands as wave after wave of pleasure roared through her, then settle back down, limp and sated, her hand still embedded in soppy wetness. All the while, she'd imagine the steps of spanking her brother - pulling down his pants, the thrill of seeing the little cocklet he sported all tiny from fear of what was coming, watching him play with himself and grow bigger and harder, forcing him over her lap and parting his buns, checking his anus and watching it twitch in discomfort, the feel of his bare, cool skin under her hand, the impact of the first spank and his jerk of pain as each spank hit, the gasps, the moans, then the whimpering crying that built to a full-throated bawling when she paddled him, afterward him bawling over her lap, limp and beaten, then bouncing on his feet, tears rolling down as he clutched his raw buns and his little limp wiener bounced.

She loved it all, and she was getting that tingly feeling anticipating making him cry yet again - it would make a perfect ending to a perfect day - she'd let him go off to his room still crying and clutching his butt afterward, to lie face down on his bed and cry himself to sleep. And she'd go to her own bedroom and bring relief to herself. She'd have to hurry - this couldn't be a long paddling. She was already getting wet down there, and without panties she'd soak through her nightgown if she spanked him too long.

"That's enough," she ordered, aware his penis was swelling even more at its red tip, and not liking that he was looking straight at her this time, stony-faced and silent. "I'm not letting you have satisfaction again like you did earlier, and I'm certainly not putting up with a mess like you made then. And you'd better keep your hands off it tonight in bed—I"ll be checking. You touch yourself down there, and I'll whip your butt again."

No you won't, Joshua had thought to himself, deliberately forcing himself to stop masturbating even though it felt heavenly, more heavenly than it had ever felt before. You'll never dominate me again. You get two, but that's all. And then no more. Because I've had enough. I'll take the paddle from her, just rip it out of her hand. And then I'll hold her down, and turn her over, he decided. Turn her over and pull her panties off her butt, and take the paddle to her bare skin, just like she does me. See how she likes it. I'll paddle her until she's blistered all over, just like me - I'll blister the center of her buns first, then the edges, then I'll pull her buns apart and blister her butt crack all the way to the hole. He walked with purpose the last two steps to the love seat, let her grip his penis, and draped his still sore, red, blistered butt over his sister's lap He relaxed and spread his legs without being told this time, acting the compliant little boy ready for his spanking. His sister's apprehension had evaporated, seeing him tilt his butt up for his spanking and spread his legs enough that his little sack showed. Excitement had taken her, and she'd smiled, enjoying the pressure of weight on her crotch. Using his dick as a handle, she'd pulled him to her, his thighs against one leg, his soft little tummy pressing the other, her own upper arm snug against her tingling little crotch bump. She had squeezed his cock hard a few times, pulling it to steady him, watching his butt twitch as she did. She then rubbed his sore butt for a few moments, letting her right hand spread his buns as she crossed them admiring her previous work with the paddle and the wooden spoon and the fine crop of blisters she'd raised. I'll concentrate on the outer edges and the crack, she'd thought. He's not so blistered there - I'll make them match the centers of his buns.

Joshua gathered his resolve, readying himself mentally. Just two. Then he'd pounce. His sister had picked up the wooden hairbrush with its humiliating legend written on it so sloppily, "For Joshua's bare butt." She'd added a picture in the last week, next to the end, of a cartoon boy with a glowing red butt crying huge cartoon tears in rivers. Smiling at the picture, she gave her brother's surprisingly hard penis a tweak and rubbed the paddle across his bare, waiting butt. Let him feel it before I start, she thought. Many times when she did this, her brother would shudder, and she liked that power. But today he remained still, not even trembling. Well, she'd get a rise out of him—she'd start him off hard this time.

Without warning, she raised the sturdy paddle and smacked the center of the left side of his butt hard. Joshua didn't move, didn't gasp, didn't squeak, didn't clench, didn't do any of his customary behaviors. A bit put out by his lack of reaction, she raised the paddle and aimed at the lower center of his butt, right over his butt hole - he'd feel that if she put all her power into it! She brought the paddle crashing down on that spot. Joshua still didn't react, continuing to hold absolutely still, his butt not even twitching. His sister paused, sizing up his red butt with the now vivid dark red spots appearing where she'd hit him. He had to have felt that - usually spanks that hard would have him in tears, begging and pleading. Well, if he was going to be tough.... She raised the paddle again, thinking to hit that low center spot a second time.

And without warning, he'd moved. Moved fast, faster than she'd thought he could. He twisted, broke her grip on his penis, and was on her lap facing her in seconds. He gripped her wrists, forcing her down, and the two slid off the couch onto the floor, with him landing on top of her, his bare bottom on her stomach, knocking the air out of her with a quick "whoosh."

He straddled her, forcing her wrists down, making her let go of the paddle. He stopped there, glaring down at her pinned body in triumph, and leaned his face close to hers. "You're never going to spank me again," he snarled, his face contorted. "Never again. I don't care what Mom does."

"Let me go!" she had complained, struggling.

"No," he'd said, and he was surprisingly strong. "I think I need to teach you a lesson." He forced her hands up over her head, pushing toward her, and managed to trap two wrists under one hand while he reached for and seized the paddle with the other hand. "Turn over, little sister," he said. "I'm going to paddle your butt until you're blistered. Let's see how you like it."

She'd fought, then. He battled to turn her over, and she'd fought, and her nightgown had ridden up, over her conical nipples and budding breasts until it was interfering with her ability to move her arms. He'd slid up on her body, his crotch against her stomach, hard penis pressed between them, as he tried to turn her over, and she'd started kicking, so he'd slid down, almost losing her, using her body to pin him. And somehow they'd ended up with her legs apart and his crotch against hers as they struggled, panting and sweating, unable to talk any more from the effort, grunting and panting, him trying to turn her over, her spreading her legs so he couldn't and resisting. And then he'd shifted down some more, and pressed hard with his pelvis to held her shifting hips still, and suddenly his hard penis had slipped into somewhere hot and wet. His body had taken over then, had operated on an animal level. His spank-tortured butt muscles and contracted, he'd thrust with his pelvis, he'd felt the tip of his penis slide into somewhere heavenly and then stop at a resistance, and without thinking he'd pulled back just a little and thrust harder, driving his hips forward, and when the tip of his penis stopped again, he thrust harder. There was a flash of resistance and then his rock hard penis broke through, past the resistance, until his crotch mashed against hers. She'd frozen in shock, but he hadn't - his body had continued to rule and he'd done what felt natural - he'd begun thrusting rapidly, little pelvic rocking motions that made his penis slide rapidly in and out of that tight, wet place, unable to stop, unable to even consider what he was doing, only aware of heavenly sensations coming from his juvenile rod. In seconds, he came, as he'd cum many times before when handling himself, but that new sensation he'd gotten earlier that evening was there again, that liquid sensation, and it was different - it was like he was peeing into her, gushes of fluids coursing through his dick, flooding the tip. He thrust powerfully several more times, each time with diminishing feelings of flowing fluid, and then he collapsed on her body, the need spent. Lying there, breathing hard, he became aware that his sister was whimpering under him, and then, in shock, he'd realized his penis wasn't just on her, it was in her, inside her girl parts. He'd slid back of her and then, looking down, pulled out, watching has his dick slid out from the slot between her legs.

His penis was rapidly shrinking, and as it emerged, he saw, to his horror, bright red blood smeared along it, and blood oozing from his sister's crotch as well, seeping down the wet furrows toward her butt. And then he'd realized, for the first time, what trouble he was in.

His sister had sat up slowly, gingerly, supporting herself with her arms behind her, looking at her own crotch with a look even more horrified than his. "You hurt me," she'd said. "I'm bleeding." She watched the blood ooze out for a moment, then looked at his streaked penis. "You stuck that in me," she said. "You hurt me."

"I'm sorry," he'd said lamely, his heart pounding. "I didn't mean to. I... it just slipped in..." And then he'd heard a noise behind him and half turned, and Chelsea and Chance were walking in.

"Sorry, we forgot Chance's cell phone," Chelsea said. "The door wasn't locked so we...." She froze, Chance bumping into her back, and took in the scene. "What's going on here?" she shrieked.

"He hurt me," Joshua's sister had said, sounding like she was still in a daze. "I'm bleeding. He stuck his thing in me."

Chelsea had stared. "You raped her, you animal!" she suddenly shrieked. She picked up the fallen paddle and began swinging it at his face. Joshua toppled back, trying to fend off the blows. Chance turned and ran out of the room. Chelsea continued attacking Joshua driving him back until he was in the corner, fighting off her blows with his hands, his penis still dripping sticky fluid and smeared with his sister's blood.

"Stop!" he begged. "Stop!" He rolled into a protective ball. She swung the paddle at his exposed skin a few more times, then turned to his sister.

"What happened?" she said. She tried to pull Julie's nightgown down. "Did he squirt in you? He must have. You've got slime on you!" She turned to the whimpering Joshua in the corner. "If you got her pregnant, I'll cut your balls off, I swear!" she stormed.

Chance raced back in, carrying a baseball bat. "I called 911," she said. "And I brought this, in case he tries to attack her again before they get here."

Joshua, attack the farthest thing from his mind, whimpered in the corner. His sister just sat there in shock, looking at her crotch. "He stuck his thing in me," she said again. "He hurt me."

"Get her a towel or something," Chelsea snapped to her sister. She turned at looked at Joshua, then walked purposely toward the cowering boy. "You disgusting animal!" she growled. Leaning over, she spat in his face, making Joshua recoil in surprise. She aimed a kick at his balls, which were barely protruding from between his drawn up legs, but hit his thigh instead. Joshua whimpered and backed more tightly into the corner, trying to protect his crotch with his hands. "You raped her!" Chelsea growled again. "She's not a virgin any more - you took it! You've ruined her." She pulled her leg back, and kicked him in the center of the butt as hard as she could, her pointed shoe toe actually contacting his tight anus and the body of her shoe hitting him firmly and squarely in the nuts.

Joshua almost blacked out from the pain, then, and was insensate for awhile, retching and clutching his genitals. And when he was aware again, there was a woman in a patrol uniform standing over him. "Get up, you slimly little bastard," she said. But without waiting for him to comply, she'd yanked him to his feet, pulled his hands behind him, handcuffed him painfully, and spun him around.

"Look at that," she'd said, pointing his fear and pain shrunken genitals out to her female partner. "It's always the pathetic ones with the teeny weenies who do it." She'd shoved him hard out of the apartment, still naked, the ground cold on his bare feet, past a few neighbors gawking at the police cars outside, and into a the back of one of the cruisers. "Someone beat his butt but good prior to the assault," the woman had said to her partner in front as they took off. "Probably a chronic with conduct disorder. They almost always deserve it when they get it like that."

He'd been taken straight to the station, through dark streets, huddling naked on hard vinyl in the back, his penis still blood spotted. The same police woman had yanked him back to his feet and frog-marched him, still naked, out of the car and into the police station, past people in the outside room and into the jail vestibule. There the woman had checked in her gun and then marched the still naked boy through a buzzing door into a booking room. She'd removed the handcuffs then, and he'd been forced to pose for photographs of his face front and sides, then, humiliatingly, they'd photographed his genitals for evidence, and his butt, and had swabbed his penis and scrotum with swabs that had been stored, and even made him bend over with his legs apart so they could photograph inside his butt, too, and swab his butt hole. He was fingerprinted, still standing naked, and then taken to a mat on one side of the room. A fat policewoman had pulled on a rubber glove and told him to put his hands behind his neck and keep them there, then she'd prodded and pulled and groped his cock and balls painfully, searching every crack and wrinkle in his skin, pulling on the tip of his penis, painfully opening his pee hole and looking in it with a flashlight. Finally she'd wiped his genitals down with some quite cold wet wipes, scrubbing roughly to remove the blood while he whimpered and cringed. Then, worst of all, she had forced him to turn around and lean forward gripping his ankles while she fingered his butt hole with the gloves, rubbing lubricating gel into it, then she had shoved a lubricated finger all the way up his butt and rotated it around, feeling for God knows what for what seemed an eternity. She then withdrew her finger and, adding more lubricating gel, slid two fingers in him. These fingers she then separated, stretching his butt hole to the limit and then beyond the limit. When he yelped in protest, the fat officer told him to shut up. "This is nothing compared to what you did," she added. "And probably nothing compared to what'll happen to you when the big boys finally get hold of you."

Keeping his butt hole stretched to the point of sharp, shooting pains, she shone a flashlight right into him for a period of time. "Nothing hidden in there, she'd finally said, then slid her fingers out again. That's when, as the pain subsided again, Joshua noted, to his horror, that all the probing inside him had given him a raging hard on. So when he was forced to straighten up again, his insides stirred up, his anal ring burning, his well-spanked butt still throbbing, and his dick hard, the two policewomen had noticed it right away. "Disgusting little animal," the fat policewoman had muttered.

"Horny for little sis already? Won't be any more pussy where you're going," the other cop had commented. She'd gripped his cock with her hand and squeezed it painfully, yanking it upward so hard that Joshua was lifted to his toes and the root of his penis burned like it was being pulled out of him. He let out an anguished yelp, disturbed at the same time that she was yanking his dick with the same fingers that had just come out of his butt. "You rapists should have this thing yanked out - no trial, no waiting, just take the pliers and pull," the fat woman copy added as she tugged his organ. "No recidivism then." She gave him a final vicious tug and then let go. Joshua sagged with relief back onto his heels.

"Where do we put the little bastard?" the other policewoman asked as the fat one pulled off the gloves and tossed them in a trash can. Joshua's penis felt cold where the residual lubricant had been left on it by her penile tug.

"Ought to put him in with the big boys," The arresting police officer had said. "And then go on a nice long coffee break. Let him feel what it's like. Pretend we didn't hear the screams."

"Tempting," the fat woman had said. "But there'd be hell to pay. The judge likes the merchandise left in pristine condition for her consideration," she added, followed by a bark of laughter. The other woman laughed with her. She grabbed Joshua's shoulder painfully in a pincer grasp and turned him toward the door on the other side of the room, propelling him by smacking his sore, still bare butt painfully with her other hand.

"We'll have to put him on the other side," she said. "Soft thing like him won't last 2 minutes in the male holding cells. 2F is empty."

Joshua screwed up his courage and managed to find his voice for the first time. "Can I have some clothes, please?" he asked plaintively. "It's awful cold, and I'm naked."

The fat woman turned to look his shivering frame up and down. "Dispensary is closed," she said briskly. "I'm not getting someone up just because you're a bit uncomfortable. You were comfortable enough that way when you were humping the snot out of baby sis." She reached down and chucked his penis, now shrinking again after being yanked, under the head like you might pat a friendly dog. "Afraid your little baby pee-pee will get a chill, are you? We'll see how it likes the chill in the judge's chambers. Ms. Nutgrinder doesn't like rapists much."

"Better not let old lady Nussminder hear you call her that," the thinner cop said. "She'll bust you down to rookie status again."

"Is she here?" the fat cop retorted. "Besides, the name fits." Both women barked with laughter and the fat cop pushed a button. The door buzzed and Joshua was thrust through, almost falling. Still naked, he was pushed down a corridor, through another buzzing door, then past a sign that read, "Juvenile Holding Cells." There was noise down the left corridor, but they turned right. Suddenly they were passing old-fashioned, barred cells on both sides of the corridor, brightly lighted. The one on the right was occupied with several figures sitting on bunks or standing against walls. Joshua just had time to register long hair and shapely bodies before the hoots began.

"Hey, you bitches took a wrong turn - that's a baby boy you've got there!" a mocking voice called. "You got to look at the plumbing! That one's got a faucet!"

"Not much of one," the girl next to her said.

"Pipe down," the fat cop shouted. "He's a soft little piece, so I'm putting him in your wing - we got no empty cells on the other side. Wouldn't want the big boys tearing him a new one before the judge gets her own opportunity to tear him a new one."

"What's he in for?" a tough looking girl called.

The fat cop stopped, gripping Joshua painfully by the shoulders while the other one unlocked the empty cell directly opposite the girls. He, belatedly, had clapped both hands over his shrunken genitals, a move that had provoked laughter from most of the girls.

"You girls wouldn't believe me if I told you," the fat cop said.

"Let me guess - he got busted for peeing his pants," one girl called from her bunk.

"No, I got it," a second girl called. "His mommy was changing his diaper and he squirted her in the face," she said.

"Not even close," the cop said, grinning.

"I know," a girl by the wall called. "He was soliciting, right? Got busted selling his pretty little ass on the street corner."

"Look closer - his ass isn't all that pretty right now," the cop said, jerking Joshua around so that his butt faced the girls. A chorus of "oooohs" and "ahhhs" arose.

"So what? You guys busted some spanko's little pet? He's in protective custody as a witness?" a girl said seriously.

"No, he's the perp," the fat cop said. "Let me show you something else." She yanked Joshua around so he was facing the girls again, and then reached down with her free hand and yanked each of Joshua's hands roughly away from his genitals, one at a time, letting go of his shoulders and taking both his hands behind him in her other one, so that his front was totally exposed.

"Hey, he's just a baby!" the girl by the front of the cell said, grinning at his genitals. His penis barely projected in the cold, and his balls were a tight patch of skin, the orbs barely visible. "That thing isn't even an inch long!"

"No pubes, either," the other girl said, laughing. "I got it - he's in for impersonating a boy!"

All the girls laughed at this one. The fat cop pulled his arms more painfully behind him and shook her head. "Nope," she said.

"Well, it's not indecent exposure," another girl said. "Even exposed, he's too small to be indecent!"

"You're close," the fat cop said. "We caught this little bastard just after raping his twin sister! Believe it or not, he popped his own sister's cherry with that tiny thing!"

"No shit?" the girl on the bunk said, seeing the fat cop's serious demeanor. "The little shit really fucked his sister?"

"Had her bleeding like it was her monthly," the fat cop said.

"It's have to get longer than it is now," the serious girl said skeptically.

"Yeah, you'd know about that, Christine," the tough girl said. "You must have had enough in your mouth and up your cunt."

"I was never stupid enough to try to carve on one," Christine retorted.

"Hey, put him in here," the tough-looking girl snapped back. "We'll see how long it gets. Then we'll make it get real, real short for him. He can piss sitting down the rest of his life."

"This ain't your boyfriend, Nicole," the fat cop said calmly. "We can't let you carve this one up, too. Your self-defense plea would go right out the window." She shoved Joshua through the now open door and gave him a hard push that sent him sprawling on the floor.

"Hey, I don't even need a knife," the girl called Nicole said. "I can use my fingernails - I'll just dig around the root of it. Just leave me a lighter and I'll make sure he doesn't bleed much." Joshua lay on the cold floor for a moment, stunned where he'd fallen to his knees, face near the floor, butt in the air and facing the girls. The lube from his anal exam glistened in the bright cell light, and the blistered circles on his butt reflected a dusky red along with the line of blisters running down both sides of his butt crack. Blotches of bruised skin surrounded the blistered patches, evidence of the force of the wooden spoon.

"So who did the spanky-spanky?" the girl called Christine asked. "A little police brutality, perhaps?"

"We didn't touch him," the thinner cop snapped. "His own sister did that - the one he raped. I guess he objected to a little family discipline. We didn't touch him except to give him the two-finger probe up the old chute. Can't have him smuggling in drugs or something else back there."

"Hope you weren't gentle," the girl by the wall snapped.

"He seemed to like it," the fat cop replied easily. "Had that little thing of his sticking up 2, maybe 3 inches. He may look innocuous, but he's big enough to do the deed, big time. We found semen, can you believe it? He'll have left his DNA all over the girl, no denying it."

"Wouldn't know it to look at him now," the girl called Christine commented dismissively. "But hey, you can put him in her with us - I'll keep Nicole away from his precious little thing. In fact, I'll take really good care of it, show him a place he can keep it safe."

"If he likes herpes, and gonorrhea," Nicole commented.

"Hey, that was just a vicious rumor," Christine retorted.

The fat cop slammed the door of Joshua's cell shut with a clang. "Now you be good and quiet," she said. "Or I may just stick you in with them. Or take you to the other side and feed you to the butt pirates over there." She and the other cop turned and started down the hall. Joshua had scrambled to his feet and looked for a place to hide. The cell was empty except for 6 bunks attached one above the other on the three available walls. The bunks were bare canvas - the policewomen had left him no blankets or other covers, even though he could see the girls all had such things. There was a toilet near the front of the cell, a simple stainless-steel bowl rising out of the floor against the one wall, the seat part of it fixed rather than moveable, situated so that the user faced the opposite side of the cell when using it if he faced forward. It, like its corresponding unit in the girls' cell, was starkly out in the open, so that anyone using it was in plain sight of the hall and the opposite cell. For the first time Joshua noticed the cameras in the hall, two each looking into each of the two cells. There was nothing else in the room - nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, and the bright lights in the ceiling lit everything so there were no shadows to crawl into, either. Joshua climbed quickly onto the back bottom bunk and tried to curl into a ball on his side, nestled around his genitals to hide them, his back toward the girls and his butt pressed against the cold wall. The girls called out several times, inviting him to show himself, to step forward and put on a show for them, and other, cruder suggestions he could not believe he was hearing from girls. Then they tired of his lack of response and settled into their bunks, one by one pulling blankets around them and lapsing into silence. Shockingly, he heard noises over his shoulder that he finally realized were the noises of girls peeing - apparently peeing right out there in the open, but he didn't look. He remembered the sound, though, from when he and his sister had been younger and shared baths, and they'd take turn peeing before hand. He'd forgotten that soft hissing sound girls made when they peed, a sound he never heard a boy make at the urinals at school.

The night had taken forever to pass. Joshua relived his attack on his sister over and over again, crying softly to himself for awhile until he was all cried out. He prayed for his mother to come and save him, and then, remembering what he had done, he prayed that she wouldn't come ever again. After several hours he became aware that there was a reason the cell had a toilet in it - hike the girls, he need to pee and to pee soon. But he'd have to go to the front to do it, in full sight of any girls who happened to be awake as well as the ceiling cameras that must be feeding views of his naked self to some monitoring station this very moment. How was he going to pee knowing he was being watched by some unseen person or persons, maybe even be recorded on tape? And could he slip to the front of the cell without the girls seeing him? They ought to be asleep, but were they, really? Because he wasn't.

He uncurled himself slowly, his butt sore and stiff from being paddled, and slipped cautiously forward. No one in the other cell seemed to be stirring. Approaching the toilet, he considered sitting down but discarded the notion immediately - his butt was still too sore to sit without major discomfort, and he wasn't sure he wanted his butt in contact with a jail toilet, anyway. He supposed he could put toilet paper on the seat, but that would take time and probably attract attention. He'd just have to be quick. He stepped up to the toilet, his back to the other cell, and began peeing into it sideways, hiding his genitals from the camera and the girls as much as he could by holding and shielding his now hard dick in both hands from any views from the angled cameras. The pee sounded surprisingly loud in the cell. But he finished, and had just automatically shaken himself when a female voice from behind him said softly, "You're a shy one, aren't you?" He almost fell over the toilet, dribbling his last drops on his hand, then picked himself up and scrambled back to the back bunk, looking over his shoulder, and pulled his legs up, hiding his genitals behind them and circling his knees with his arms. A girl who'd been quiet before was standing by the bars across the hall, smiling in what looked like sympathy.

"So how does a boy who's too shy to show his stuff to a girl end up raping his sister?" she finally asked quietly. Joshua buried his face in his knees, hoping seeing only the top of his head would make her go away. After awhile she said, softly, "It's got to hurt sitting on all those blisters like that. Why don't you just relax - I won't hurt you. I'm clear over here. There's two sets of bars between us."

Joshua looked up again. She did look sympathetic, and sitting on his butt on the rough canvas did make his blisters sting unbearably and had awakened the aches of the bruises the wooden spoon had made. He unbent and stretched out on his side, carefully keeping both his palms over his genitals and his legs pulled up to block her gaze from his genitals.

"Still won't let me see, huh?" she asked. "Suit yourself. I've already seen it, anyway - I watched you walk over to pee to start with, and the fat bitch showed you too us earlier, remember? Now why don't you just relax and tell me what really happened."

Joshua kept his hands protectively over his crotch. "Won't tell me your story, huh?" she said quietly after awhile. "Well, then I'll tell you mine. They caught me with 2 ounces of crack cocaine, or so they say. That means big time, probably Juvie until I'm 18. 'Course, it wasn't mine - I was just holding it for my boyfriend. But you can bet Nutgrinder won't believe me. 'Specially since I've been in her court before for a little pot problem. Okay, pot and some coke. Hell is, I'm going down, and the jerk who had me holding the stuff will get off scot-free and be getting his b-j's from some tramp before I'm even done talking to the judge."

Joshua looked at her. She was kind of cute, with long blond hair, a small nose, slightly slanted eyes, and curves that could be seen even in the orange jailhouse tunic-dress the girls were wearing. He gulped and had to clear his throat. "What happens next?" he asked in a small voice. "Will they give me some clothes?"

"Probably," the girl said. "But not until after breakfast, I imagine. The dispensary opens after breakfast. The pigs probably told you that's why you didn't get a jumpsuit tonight, but it's a lie - they could have gotten you something before you came back. It's just that they don't like rapists much."

"I'm not a rapist," Joshua said indignantly, tired of the label. "I just had a little accident."

"You accidentally stuck your dick in your sister's quim?" the girl said with a hint of mocking. "You accidentally pulled out your dick and accidentally fucked her?"

"I didn't have any clothes on!" Joshua said indignantly. "That's why it happened. I was already naked because.. because..." He stopped and turned his body face down on the canvas, burying his head. "What's the use?" he said, his voice cracking in a sob.

The girl watched him fight to control his tears. "She's the one who got you spanked, wasn't she?" the girl finally said. "That's why your butt is all blistered like that. She got you in trouble, and got your butt beat. Heck, I bet she even watched. So you waited until they went to bed and then you snuck into her room to get even by putting the old pocket puppy to her."

"Did not!" Joshua said indignantly, looking up again. "It was an accident!"

"So tell me," the girl said.

"My sister spanked me, not my dad. I don't have a dad. And it wasn't the first time. She spanks me a lot. She's been spanking me for 2 years! She's spanked me 200 times, and it came to 20,000 spanks! I kept this record. And my mom said I have to take it or I'll get spanked on the front porch, naked, where everyone can see! But I couldn't take it any more. It hurts so bad! And she makes me—she makes me—" he stopped.

"Lick her cunt?" the girl suggested.

"Huh?" Joshua said, puzzled. "Lick her what?"

"Never mind," the girl said. "What does she make you do?"

"Oooh, that's harsh," the girl said.

"Yeah," Joshua said. "So I decided tonight I wasn't taking any more, and I was going to paddle her instead. So I got on top of her and took the paddle, and tried to roll her over, but she was fighting, and I had to slide down her to hold her still, and...."

"No way," the girl said. "No way you're going to tell me that you just slipped right in there."

"But I did!" Joshua protested.

"And I suppose her pants and her panties just slipped off, too," the girl said.

"She wasn't wearing any," Joshua said indignantly. "I'm telling the truth! Just a nightgown! And it kinda slid up."

"All right, all right - pipe down," the girl said. "You want to wake them up?" She pointed at the girls huddled in the bunks behind her. "Come on over by the bars so you don't have to be so loud."

Gingerly, Joshua got to his bare feet. The floor was ice cold. Keeping both hands on his genitals, he moved over so that he was standing opposite her on his side of the bars.

"You don't have to cover up," she said. "I told you I've seen it already. I've seen lots of little boys' pee-pees, ever since I learned to play show me yours and I'll show you mine."

Joshua kept his hands firmly over his crotch. "Suit yourself," the girl finally said. "But you'd be warmer if you wrapped your arms around your body." She looked at him expectantly, but he kept clinging tightly to his genitals. "You know that you'll have to move those hands when we go to breakfast," she finally said. "You have to have your hands at your sides when we move down the corridors. It's a rule. And there's no way the bitches will give you clothes until after breakfast." He looked more distressed, but kept his hand firmly covering his crotch. "Suit yourself," she said again. "So you decided to take the paddle to her ass, but you ended up fucking her quim?"

It was an accident!" Joshua almost wailed. "She was wearing a nightgown thing," Joshua said. "She didn't have anything under it - no pants or anything. And she was slippery down there, real wet, like. I was trying to hold her down, and she was all wet, and she kept wiggling, and it just slipped in," he finished.

"Interesting," the girl said. "So she was all wet down there, was she? Getting wet spanking little brother naked, huh?"

"I'm not the little brother. We're twins. I'm older," Joshua retorted.

"Better and better," the girl said. "So you're trying to wrestle her over, and she gets to moving around, and her nightie rides up, and she's wet down there, and then your little pocket puppy just slips right in. But she was a virgin, right? The pigs said she bled, so you had to have popped her cherry. That means your horny little pocket puppy did more than slip in - you had to have pushed it - you had to have pushed it pretty hard. You had to have been humping at her like a maniac."

"I might have pushed a little bit," Joshua admitted.

"You had to have humped her more than a little bit," the girl retorted. "You had to have been making like a bunny on her. Admit it - it felt good once you got in, and you couldn't stop, right?"

"Maybe," Joshua admitted.

"How old are you, kid," the girl asked suddenly.

"Eleven," Joshua replied.

"Eleven, and fucked a girl already. You are an early bloomer. No pubes yet, but already fucked a girl. My hat's off to you. Besides, I've seen what she did to your butt. I'd have fucked her myself if I had a dick. Although I'd have probably started by fucking her up her butt," the girl volunteered. She broke off. "'Cuse me a second," she said. Turning, she took a step toward the toilet, reaching for the toilet paper roll and unrolling several strips, which she laid down on the top edges of the toilet itself. Hiking up the orange jail tunic above her waist and revealing plain white panties, her side to Joshua, she slid the panties down and sat on the toilet, flashing a quick glimpse of the right side of a shapely ass as she did. Joshua gaped. There was a loud hissing sound followed by the spatter of liquid dribbling into water that went on for several seconds as the girl sat facing to the side, her panties at her ankles. Rolling off more toilet paper, she folded it into a neat square and spread her legs, reaching right in between them and wiping her genitals, reaching down so that it was clear her wiping extended to her butt as well. Standing, she pulled he panties up again, but not before Joshua had gotten a glimpse of a neat strip of hair projecting just above her pubic triangle. He was disappointed, though, that he could see nothing else. The girl rearranged her panties and let her jail tunic drop. She turned toward him again and saw his shocked expression.

"Hey, we all have to piss," she said. "You thought just you boys did it? And you might as well get used to people watching you - if you really fucked your sister with that bald little thing of yours, you're going to be put away a long time - years maybe. Might as well get used to taking a dump in front of people, too. They don't have partitions or closed stalls in any of the Juvies - don't want any place you can hide, you know? That's why you standing there with your hands on your little dork is so pathetic - it's not like everyone isn't going to see, anyway, and sooner rather than later."

Joshua had looked at the toilet in his own cell with growing dread. He'd barely been able to get up the courage to sneak over and pee while he thought everyone was asleep. But sitting down like the girl had just done, knowing people were watching, and pooping? And it wasn't just the indignity of people seeing you - people would hear you, and smell you, too. And sometimes you had to really work at a poop - how could you sit there pushing and straining with other people watching you? And then, even if you did get done, wiping yourself with everyone watching, knowing what you were doing?

Maybe he'd be released before he had to go poop, he thought. Even when he had to go, he could usually hold it awhile. Meanwhile, the girl was staring at his covered crotch again. "Come on," she said softly. "Just a little peek. Just let your hands fall to your sides." Joshua gripped his genitals more tightly. The girl waited. "Suit yourself," she finally said. "We'll all see it when you have to line up for breakfast - it's hands at your sides, then, no exceptions."

Joshua absorbed this information, and decided he was perfectly willing to wait until then to reveal himself. Maybe the policewoman would bring him clothing, or maybe she would let him cover himself. The girl opposite him pouted. "I'll bet it's cute," she said. "Cute as a bunny, probably. And big enough to do the deed."

She looked at him some more. "Can you cum?" she asked.

"Cum?" Joshua asked, barely able to find his voice.

"Cum," the girl said. "Shoot your load. You know, squirt your stuff into a girl."

"You mean the sticky stuff?" Joshua asked.

"Yeah, the sticky stuff," the girl said. "'Cause if you did, dear little sis might be knocked up this very minute."

"Knocked up?" Joshua said, still puzzled and still feeling a bit nervous standing naked in front of a girl.

"You don't know much, do you?" the girl said cuttingly. "Knocked up! Pregnant!"

"Julie could be pregnant?" Joshua said in wonder. "Because of me?"

"That's how babies are made, stupid," the girl said. "Stick your number one thing into her number one thing, go humpy-humpy, squirt your stuff, make a baby. Probably a baby with two heads, if she's really your sister."

Joshua had been shocked by that comment. He could have made his sister pregnant? He thought about his half-hard penis, hiding behind his hands. Was his innocent little toy really capable of such things?

"Hey, your mom'll raise it while you're in Juvie," the girl said smilingly. "See, you should have stuck it up her butt - they never get knocked up that way."

"You've got to have a big one to play 'mouse in the hole" from the backside," a voice said behind the girl. Joshua, who'd been staring into space trying to grasp the idea that he could make people pregnant, jumped almost out of his skin. A tough-looking girl materialized from behind the first girl and smirked at Joshua's attempt to cover his genitals. "He's not your client, is he," she said, licking her lips suggestively. "For one thing, he doesn't have any coke to pay you for your usual BJ."

"It's a small enough price to pay," the girl retorted. "At least I don't leave 'em bleeding and calling the cops on me," the first girl retorted. She turned back to Joshua. "Don't let her get near your little pocket puppy," she cautioned Joshua. "Unless you want it to be an inch or two shorter. And I doubt if you can really afford an inch," she added reflectively.

Joshua, with a little shriek of fright, fled for the back corner of the bunk, curling into as small a ball as he could, his heart pounding even though there were two sets of bars between him and the threatening girl. The other girl pouted. "Thanks a lot," she grumbled. "I just about had him persuaded to let his little puppy come out and play, and you have to scare him away. He could have given us all a show."

"You have to have something that shows to give a show," the tougher girl said mockingly. "Besides, he thinks I'm scary?" the girl huffed. "Wait 'til he means Judge Nutgrinder. He'll be begging for me to give his little prong a trim instead."