Memories of Those Perfectly Awful Summers with My Stepmother, Part Four
by David

daphnesecretgarden@yahoo.com

copyright 2006 by David, all rights reserved

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Chapter Thirteen: An Evening in Hell

It was late and Juanita, my stepmother, still had not returned from her day with Mrs. Taylor and the girls, which meant I was still in the hands of my mischievous and somewhat cruel babysitter, Marlene. After a day of misery and humiliation I was more than eager to get away from my teenaged tormentor. Until that happened, however, I was still under her unrelenting control and I didn't dare complain ... well, not too much.

"Marlene, I'm tired of playing dolls," I whined from the confines of the itchy wool blanket that had served as my punishment bed for the past several days. I was kneeling with my feet under my naked butt, my bare thighs squeezing together in order to hide my boyish privates. "I don't want to do this any more."

Marlene raised an eyebrow and shook her head at me. "What's the matter, Brandon? That's no way for a pretty sissy boy to talk. Are you too good to play with your little girlie dolls?"

"Can't I please do something else?" I begged.

"Like what?" the pretty girl asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at my painted fingernails. "I dunno. It's just that ... well, doggone it, I'm a boy ... plus, well, I'm almost twelve years old! And everybody knows twelve year old boys don't play with dolls!"

"I guess that's true," my smiling babysitter replied. "Okay, tough guy, I know what you can do. Why don't you just get up on your pretty little high heels and go outside and play with Phillip Prewitt and his gang of little snots? They're out on the street racing their little cars right now and I'm sure they'd love for you to join them. You could have so much fun showing off your naked butt to your little boyfriends!"

I looked from Marlene's evil, smiling face and then down to my girlish shoes and naked legs. I didn't even bother asking for something to cover my bare butt 'cause I knew what she'd say. As far as she was concerned, I could go anywhere I wanted ... as long as I didn't have any pants on.

"That's not what I meant," I said with a sniff.

Marlene clucked her tongue. "Then what did you mean?"

"Aww ... never mind," I said with a sob.

"Are you sure?" my tormentor asked. "I bet your little buddies would just love to see how cute you are with your prissy, girlie lipstick and your pretty little bottom sticking out!"

Marlene's giggling made me feel ill. She knew exactly how terrified I was of being discovered in my sissy clothes. Tugging at my skimpy, girlie top, I felt worse than naked. Just the thought of being seen dressed like a sissy by the other guys was enough to make me sick with terror. Sticking my bottom lip out in a classic pout, I glanced down at the fashion doll in my hand and fought the urge to cry. As tired as I was playing with that stupid thing, it was a lot better than the alternative.

"Please, Marlene, it's okay," I said with a tearful whimper and slumped back onto that horrid, tortuous blanket. "Just forget it."

Marlene made a little pouty face of her own. "Oh, are you sure? You poor thing, I don't want you to get bored."

From her vantage point on the sofa my babysitter seemed to be studying my nakedness with great interest. I looked at the Barbie in my hand and squeezed my legs together to hide my shame.

"That's ... that's okay. I'll ... I'll just play with my dolls. Never mind ... this is fine."

The sixteen year old girl grinned. "That's what I thought," she said with a cheery voice.

I wonder if hell is like this, I thought to myself silently.

As I sat there and felt sorry for myself, I pondered how horrible my summer vacation had become. Believe it or not, I was so happy and excited when I first arrived at my father's home, mostly because I was so far away from my mother and all the troubles I had with her. Starved for male companionship, to me the very idea of spending the summer with my dad, doing all that great guy stuff like hiking and fishing and playing ball and going to the car races, that was like a dream come true! And to do it all with my father, the greatest guy in the world, my hero, my role model ... my DAD! That was the best reason for being alive, yes sir, and the best reason for being an eleven year old boy.

Little did I know what cruel trick fate had in store for me. Not only was I NOT spending my summer vacation doing "guy things" with my dad, I quickly found myself in the hands of a mischievous, conniving female and her cast of co- conspirators, all bent on making my life as miserable and as agonizing as possible. Instead of a summer without care, I was literally stripped naked and beaten and trapped in circumstances that were as embarrassing and humiliating as any boy my age could imagine. My dream come true had turned out to be a living nightmare. Worse yet, in order to survive this ordeal with as little pain as possible, I had become a shameful, yet willing participant.

That's how I ended up being babysat by one mean-spirited teenaged girl with the most warped sense of humor. Rather than the blue jeans and t-shirt that make up the typical all-American boy's summer uniform, my chubby little boy body was clad in a delicate frilly babydoll nightgown that barely covered my belly button, much less my bare butt. In place of smelly socks and dirty sneakers, my feet were adorned with lacy ankle high socks and a pair of shiny white girl's shoes. And instead of the sweat and grim you normally find on a boy's face and hair, my lips were painted with pink gloss and my long blond hair was gathered up and curled and decorated like a frivolous birthday cake atop my bewildered head.

If there was a way to make matters worse, Marlene could find it, of course. Forget about packing to go fishing or spending a day at the race track. Instead, I was naked from the waist down, quietly playing with my borrowed collection of Barbie dolls and sadly wondering what my friends back home were doing for fun. All of this under the watchful eye of my giggling, smiling babysitter.

And so, there I was, lost in self-pity when the doorbell rang. My misery suddenly turned to horror and I quickly whispered a prayer. It didn't come true.

"Come on, little cutie," my babysitter ordered. "You can help me answer the door. Maybe it's Phillip again. Maybe this time he brought some of his little buddies. Listen ... can't you hear them on the front steps? I bet they're here to see my pretty little Brandon! Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"No, it doesn't!" I said sourly. I could hear somebody at the door and I was in a state of panic! "Can't I just stay here?"

"Not unless you want another spanking, which I'm happy to give you, of course."

I felt my mouth go dry. Why was this happening to me? "Please ... Marlene ... don't make me go to the door ... please ...."

A cruel, burning pinch with sharp fingernails on my bare butt reminded me that I was not the boss of me.

"Come on, sissy boy! Unless you want me to resort to violence!"

It felt like I was in some weird dream as I approached the front door in my sissy-girl costume. I felt just horrible. I had no pants on and my face was made up like a clown. My hands were trembling and my stomach churned with fear and I just knew I was going to lose control of my bladder and pee all over myself.

"Do I really have to ...?" I begged.

Marlene put her hands on her hips. "I can get my daddy's leather belt," she said with frightening authenticity.

I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob. I about had a heart attack until I saw who came through the front door. It was -- thank God! -- my stepmother, Juanita, fresh from her trip with Mrs. Taylor and the girls! I have to admit I was actually happy to see her. My stepmother, to my surprise, seemed extremely pleased to see me!

"Yoo-hoo! I'm back!" Juanita called out, her voice girlishly gushing as she took me in her arms and gave me a hug. "Did anybody miss me?"

I am sad to report that in the wake of the horror that was known as "Marlene," I was doomed the moment I opened that door. The ridiculous makeover my stupid babysitter gave me that day sparked an enthusiasm in my stepmother that would eventually scar me for life. When Juanita saw me standing at the Mullins' front door all dolled up in pre-teen drag, naked from the waist down, she was elated -- if not vindicated! -- by what she saw.

"Oh, my goodness!" Juanita said as she held me by the shoulders and gazed at me like I was some work of art. "Just look at you! It looks like somebody's been having a lot of fun while I've been away!"

Imagine my stepmother's delight in seeing my plump little- boy body draped in that short babydoll nightie and my face made up like a pageant princess! If she ever had any doubts about me being anything less than boyish, well, they were all gone now! She was so excited to see me decorated with red nail polish, lipstick, eye makeup and my blond hair held up with little gold butterflies, you'd have thought she'd won the lottery or something!

Why me? I thought to myself as I was touched and caressed and hugged and kissed by my doting stepmother. I just want to go home ... I just want to be a normal boy! Is anybody ever going to help me ...?

"Such a pretty boy," Juanita said as she looked me up and down. "Who would have thought Brandon could be such a lovely, pretty little boy ...."

While my stepmother gushed and fussed over my girlish appearance, I watched the front door carefully for unwanted guests. I just didn't think I could take any more surprises that evening. I was relieved to see my stepmother was alone. At least something was going my way!

"I knew it! I just knew it!" Juanita kept saying over and over again. She couldn't keep her eyes off me, nor her hands, which made me really uncomfortable. "Well, little mister, it looks like you've finally found your calling! You look just like a pretty little doll, that's exactly what you look like!"

"I ... it ... it's not my fault," I said hoarsely. "Mar- ... Marlene made me."

My stepmother grinned. "Oh, I'm sure she did. I'm sure she made you put on makeup and lipstick and do your hair up like a fashion model, too."

I licked my lips. "Well, she did!" I insisted.

Juanita shook her head. "Oh, Brandon, you don't really expect me to believe that, do you? I mean, after seeing you running around in your birthday suit I knew you weren't such a tough guy after all, but, my goodness, I certainly didn't expect to go away and come back to find you turned into a life-sized Barbie! Oh, honey, if your father could only see you now! Wouldn't he have a different opinion of you!"

Hearing my dad mentioned broke the spell I'd been under for the past several hours. Up until that moment I'd been cooperating with my babysitter, you know, just to get along and to keep my bare butt from getting spanked. But now the fun was over. I suddenly felt an aching twinge in my nose, the kind you feel just before you start crying, and my stomach felt kind of nauseous.

"They ... Marlene and that other girl ... they made me do this," I stammered weakly as my stepmother ran her fingers over my bare bottom and toyed with the lacy trim of my borrowed gown. "I promise! They ... I ... I didn't want to, but they ... they made me."

Nobody paid any attention to what I was saying. They were all too busy going on about how cute I looked in my ultra- feminine costume. Marlene, of course, made it sound like dressing up like a girl was my idea.

"I tried talking him out of it, Mrs. Miller, but Brandon insisted. He said he did this all the time in his mommy's clothes back home. He really wanted to wear a pair of panties, too, but I didn't let him 'cause of the medicine we were going to put on his butt."

"I did not ask for panties!" I sputtered. "And ... and I ... I do NOT wear my mom's clothes, either!"

How could that ... that ... that ... GIRL say such a thing???

"It's true, Juanita," Mrs. Mullins said cheerfully. She'd heard the doorbell ring and had just entered the living room. "I heard him with my own ears, Juanita. It was rather cute, actually."

Holy mackerel! I couldn't believe Marlene's mom lied to my stepmother! What in the heck was going on? I looked from Juanita to the elder Mullins and back again. Mrs. Mullins knew it wasn't true, yet she fibbed, right there in front of everybody! I had never called an adult a liar and I was hesitant to do so at that moment. After all, I was only an eleven year old boy! Who would believe me?

Marlene's mom went on to embellish her side of the story. "I went out for a while and when I came back, well, I never saw a boy so fascinated by lipstick and makeup," said the smiling woman. "Most boys would never put up with such nonsense, but Brandon was having the time of his life!"

"I can see that," Juanita said, giving me a soft pat on my bare bottom.

Marlene's mother looked right at me, daring me to contradict her. "I can't believe his hair, either. Look how cute it is! As you can see, he just loves experimenting with Marlene's collection of hairclips. Especially the ones with butterflies."

Even after hearing it, I still couldn't believe Mrs. Mullins was saying all that ... that stuff! It was as though she was trying to make me sound like a total sissy! I just stood there, my mouth open in amazement, trying to think of something to say to make things better.

Needless to say, I was coming up with nothing.

Marlene's mom went on with her testimony, her every word a nail in the coffin of my masculinity. "It seems that your little scamp loves playing like a girlie-girl more than anything in the whole wide world! Of course, he begged us not to tell his daddy. I can't imagine why."

All three women chuckled over that last remark. I looked down at my skimpy girlish attire and clenched my fists.

"Juanita, that's not true!" I exclaimed. "They ... they made me do all this! Really, they did! I promise!"

Marlene butted in with, "Brandon Miller, you're a such liar! Just a few minutes ago you were playing with my old Barbies and dancing around here and having the time of your life! And now you act like you're some sort of victim. What's up with that?"

Juanita gave me a skeptical look. "Is that true? Were you playing with your little dollies and having fun?"

"No-o-o-o ...." I whimpered.

My babysitter let out a laugh. "Mrs. Miller, he's fibbing to you! He spent all afternoon playing 'dressup' with his Barbies! Look for yourself and see!" she said, pointing at the bright pink Barbie bag next to my itchy wool blanket.

"I wondered what was in there." My stepmother nodded toward the pink case. She also gave me "that look," the one she used as a warning that I better not be lying. "Whose Barbie stuff is that, Brandon?"

I looked down at my nakedness and I felt my stomach do another flip-flop. I hated not having any pants! But before I could say a word, Marlene opened up the case and pulled out one of the dolls -- it was wearing a ballerina costume with butterfly wings, as I remember -- and fluffed out the poofy tutu. She then handed it to my stepmother.

"You should have seen him, Mrs. Miller. He was so cute playing with his dollies. I've never seen a boy play with a doll like that before. You'd have thought he had his own Barbies at home."

Juanita studied the doll for a moment and then pointed it toward me. "A butterfly costume, hmmm ...? Why am I not surprised?"

"It's not my fault," I muttered quietly.

My stepmother handed me the doll, at the same time pinching me on the bare butt so hard I squealed out in both pain and surprise.

"OW!!! That hurt me!"

"Oh, hush up, you little liar! Brandon, why can't you just tell the truth? I mean, it's just a doll, darling. There's no reason to lie. All that does is make things worse. I mean, there's nothing wrong with little boys playing with dolls, is there, ladies?"

"Oh, no," Mrs. Mullins said, her face as straight as if she was in church. "Nothing at all wrong with that."

Marlene giggled as I squirmed in the trap she'd laid for me. I looked down at the Barbie in my hand and then back to my stepmother.

"Oh ... I ... well, yeah, maybe I did play with them ... a little. B-b-but ... but, Marlene and that other girl made me do that, too! It's not my fault!"

I tossed the Barbie across the room like it was a hot potato. My stepmother immediately slapped me across the face -- hard enough to make my eyes tear up in shame -- and ordered me to go pick it up.

"Don't mistreat other people's toys like that, Brandon," she fussed. "They won't let you play with them if you do."

I screwed up my face like I was about to cry ... which I was. "I don't wanna play with any more stupid dolls!" I sobbed as I retrieved the Barbie.

"Come here, right now!!!"

Juanita slapped my face a second time when I returned to her side. "That's no reason to abuse someone else's things," she said with a frown.

"You didn't have to hit me so hard," I sobbed

My stepmother touched my chin and directed my face to look up toward her own. The smile on her lips was so beautiful, so genuine, it was a total shock when she slapped me again.

"You do not tell me what to do, little boy," she said with a mocking, sing-song voice. "Not unless you want more of the same."

While I cried Marlene went on with her story, her every word as painful as the smack of my stepmother's palm across my blushing cheek.

"Like I said, he was playing with my dolls all afternoon, Mrs. Miller!" insisted the teenaged girl. "He really was! And he was dancing, too, just like a little ballerina! You should have seen him, spinning around and showing off his bare butt! The little show-off! He's more of a girl than I am!"

"That's pretty obvious," my stepmother said with a bright laugh. "Come on, Bran-DEE, dance for us. Show Mrs. Mullins and me how you danced for Marlene and Jennifer. You can do that for your ugly old stepmother, can't you?"

As she spoke she placed her hands on my naked hips, forcing me to turn around several times. I wanted to cry as her fingernails dug into my tender skin, but I was more concerned about losing my balance and falling down. As ridiculous as it sounds, I quickly found myself spinning out of control. "Juanita-a-a-a-a-a ...." I cried helplessly.

"Keep doing it," she repeated. I felt a chill as her voice took on an ominous growl. "And don't you dare stop!"

My stepmother pushed me into the middle of the room where she insisted I continue to dance around and around and around until I was told to stop. I started to just sit down and refuse to cooperate, but the light in her eyes frightened me so badly, I didn't dare. Instead, I held out my arms and I turned around repeatedly in a circle until the world was spinning. It was so humiliating, especially with nothing to hide my bare butt and my privates!

"That's my pretty boy," my stepmother said with a laugh. "You look just like a pretty ballerina."

"Hmmm, more like the figurine on top of a music box," Mrs. Mullins remarked. "I had one just like it when I was a little girl. Until a mean little boy broke it, that is."

I remember looking at the smiling woman and feeling a shiver down my spine. So quiet, so respectable looking ... and yet she really liked seeing me humiliated, that was obvious. The gleam in her eye told me that she was capable making things much, much worse if I didn't watch myself.

"This is why I'm not in a hurry to put him back in pants," my stepmother continued. "I really like this look. It showcases our little man's true self, don't you think?"

I bristled with resentment as Juanita reached out and grabbed me by the hand. The next thing I knew, she'd pulled me close and was fluffing out my borrowed gown. I squealed like a stupid girl when she slid her hand underneath the flimsy material and tickled my bare belly. My face still tear-stained, I squirmed about and let loose a reluctant giggle at her touch. She then turned her attention to my hair and plucked at the little butterfly clips.

"I couldn't help but notice you fixed your hair up all nice and pretty. Did somebody cut your bangs?"

Marlene cleared her throat. "Jennifer did that earlier, when she fixed his hair. Brandon begged her to do it. He said he liked how it looked on some girl he knew and he wanted to see how it would look on him."

"I ... I di-did not!" I stammered with incredulity. How could she say such a thing, I thought to myself.

Juanita looked at me and grinned. "He did, hmmm ...? I wonder where he got that idea? Your little girlfriend, Marie, has pretty bangs, doesn't she? Did you want to look like Marie, honey? I never would have guessed!"

"No! I ... I don't know!" I said, struggling against a repeat onslaught of caresses and tickles from my stepmother. I giggled against my will and then let out another reluctant laugh. "Juanita, please, stop it! Stop tickling me! I told you, they're ... they're making all this up! You have to believe me!"

My stepmother smiled a crooked smile, licked on a tissue and wiped my mouth and chin. She then held the lipstick-stained tissue up and sighed.

"Oh, really? And who am I supposed to believe? Two grown women ... or a proven LIAR with lipstick and makeup on his face?

I starting giggling again as she attacked me with a flurry of tickles so forceful and so furious as to cause me to hyperventilate.

"Stop it! Please ... stop ... it ...," I gasped. "I ... I can't breathe!"

"See what I have to put up with?" my stepmother told Mrs. Mullins and Marlene. "The little silly was whining and crying only a few minutes ago. Now he's laughing and having fun, but in a few minutes he'll be whining and crying all over again. Just watch and see. And they say females are moody!"

Mrs. Mullins nodded. "The poor boy is just a little bit confused, Juanita, that's all. Brandon loves playing like a girl, but he's so afraid people will make fun of him. It's a shame. Poor child ... he doesn't know which end is up."

My stepmother suddenly stopped tickling me. Just as quickly, she pulled me close and ran her hand across my bare bottom again. "Speaking of which end is up, when was the last time you had an enema?"

Suddenly I felt the world turn upside down. Why did she have to ask that question?

"Well, um, I, uh ...."

Before I could reply, thank goodness, Marlene interrupted with, "About an hour ago, Mrs. Miller. We did it a few times this morning and again just before supper. I gave him a quick sponge bath, too, just like we do at the clinic. He ought to be fresh and clean, inside and out!"

Juanita nodded. "You didn't give Mrs. Mullins and Marlene any trouble, did you?"

I clenched naked my buttcheeks together and shook my head. "No, ma'am."

"What about this ugly little thing?" she asked. I shivered as she cupped my limp penis in her hand. "At least it's not sticking out like a fishing pole. You weren't a nasty boy, were you?"

I blanched at the memory of Marlene and Jennifer making me jack off. I knew my stepmother would wear out my bare butt if she knew what I'd done, but I was afraid to lie about it. I bit my lip and shrugged my naked shoulders.

"I dunno," I mumbled shyly.

My stepmother looked from me to our hostess and her daughter. Both were grinning like a pair of cats.

"Oh, well, there was one little accident," Marlene said with a smirk. "He made a mess, but it wasn't anything we couldn't handle. I smacked his butt a few times afterward and we've been best friends ever since. He's really no trouble to keep. Really."

Juanita slid her hand from under my penis to my unprotected bottom, giving it a harsh, painful pinch I winced as her fingernails scraped my tender skin.

"So you had to get a spanking, huh?" she said, her voice low and threatening. "What did I tell you about being good? Go away! I don't even want you near me! Go stand in the corner until it's time to go home! Go on! Get away from me."

"But, Juanita," I whined.

"Go! Now!"

Rejected and ashamed, I did as I was told and I walked to the nearest corner of the room.

"No, go to the other side of the room. I said I don't want you near me!"

I cannot put into words how awful I felt as I clip-clopped in those stupid girlie shoes over to the far corner of Mrs. Collins' living room. I put my nose in the corner and said a silent hello to the wallpaper. It was a lonely place to be, even with a bare bottom and the women chit-chatting only a few feet away.

"I'm sorry, Juanita-a-a-a!" I sobbed tearfully. "I promise! I really am!"

"You just stand there until it's time to go home, little mister! And I do not want to hear another word!"

"Everybody's mean to me!" I said bitterly. I remember plucking at the silky material of my borrowed gown and wishing it was long enough to cover my bare butt. "Nobody likes me!"

"What did I tell you? Didn't I say I didn't want to hear another word?" my stepmother yelled. "Can you believe that child? You want another spanking, well, you're going to get another spanking!"

"You may as well," I fussed. "Nobody loves me! Everybody hates me! I don't care if I get another spanking! See if I care!"

"Brandon, you're making me mad," Juanita said quietly. "Don't say another word!"

"I don't care what you think! I hate you!" I regretted the words the instant I said them.

"Oh, Juanita, don't be upset," Mrs. Mullins said, her voice sweet as syrup. "Overall, Brandon has been the perfect little angel. He is absolutely no trouble at all. Of course, Marlene and Jennifer took care of him most of the day, but I can assure you, he was as good as could be."

I watched in horror as my stepmother rose from her seat. "Well, he's not doing very good right now. Excuse me, ladies, while I wear out his little butt."

I felt my stomach flutter in alarm. Not another spanking!

"I'm sorry, Juanita!" I cried. "Please, don't ... not again ... please?"

"That was so stupid," Marlene said with a shake of the head and a smile.

I did feel stupid as Juanita approached me. All I had to do was keep my mouth shut, but oh, no, I couldn't do that! I remember Marlene and her mother both grinning like a pair of schoolgirls as I was spun around and slapped across the face. My stepmother then made to bend over with my hands resting on my knees and positioned so my bare bottom stuck out in the most ridiculous pose. With a satisfied smile on her face, she lifted up the hem of my girlish gown and flipped it over my head.

"That will make it better to slap your butt," she said softly.

Juanita then laid into me with at least a dozen slaps on each cheek, each blow harder and sharper than the one before.

WHAPPP!!! WHAPPP!!! WHAPPP!!! WHAPPP!!! WHAPPP!!! She wailed away at my bare butt.

"OW!!! OW!!! OW!!! OW!!! OW!!!" I cried like a little child.

By the time she was done, my poor bottom burned like fire and I was a sobbing mess.

"Now, go and do like I told you!" she ordered. "Get back in that corner and keep your pretty mouth shut!"

I returned to my solitary corner where I leaned against the wall and cried until I was sick. I hadn't stood in the corner since I was little. And now, like this ... I felt no more than five years old.

While I cried my heart out, my sixteen year old babysitter said the most astonishing -- and worrisome -- thing.

"Like Mother said, Mrs. Miller, Brandon is just a little angel," she said enthusiastically. "I love taking care of him and I'm happy to babysit him any time you want, no problem! It's fun having such a pretty little boy to care for. Just give me a call whenever you want to get rid of him."

My stepmother was delighted with the young girl's offer. "As long as you think you can handle him," she said.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Mrs. Miller. Whenever he gets out of line, I do know how to give a spanking, too. Isn't that right, Bran-DEE?"

A titter of feminine laughter made me so mad, I had to force myself to look down to keep from saying something that might get me in even more trouble. I was rewarded with a view of my borrowed girlie shoes peeking below the flared hem of my borrowed girlie gown.

Why me?

Despite her cross attitude with me, Juanita was rather pleased with all she was hearing. The three women chatted for a bit, going on about the challenges of raising a young boy and sharing anecdotes. Trapped in that lonely corner of the room, I tried to think about things I'd rather be doing, like playing baseball or that fishing trip with my father, but I couldn't keep my mind on such things. Not with everyone's eyes continually sliding up and down my bare bottom, forever reminding me of my shameful predicament.

At long last it was time to go home. From my prison in the corner I watched carefully as my stepmother gathered up her things and slowly made her way to the front door.

"Can ... can ... I take this stuff off and go home with you?" I remember begging at one point. "I don't want to play dressup anymore!"

"Oh, hush, darling," my stepmother warned as she conferred with Mrs. Mullins and her teenaged daughter. "Unless you want another spanking, that is!"

For a few minutes I was terrified by the possibility that I was going to remain in the clutches of that awful Marlene Mullins. The thought scared me to death, as I could easily imagine her coming up with even more humiliating and painful tortures for me. The image of myself bent over her knee with an enema nozzle came to mind. And what if that stupid Jennifer came back ... and what if she brought her ugly brother, Phillip? The image of us two boys with our butts up in the air getting enemas formed in my mind and it was everything I could do to keep from starting to cry again.

Imagine my relief when Juanita finally held her hand out toward me and indicated that I should go with her. While I resisted the urge to jump up and down with joy, I did slip and smile a little bit.

"That's my pretty boy. Such a pretty smile. Now, thank Marlene and Mrs. Mullins for babysitting you," she ordered.

I did as I was told, feeling like a complete fool in the process. "Thank you, Mrs. Mullins ... Marlene ... for taking care of me."

"And thank them for your pretty new clothes while you're at it," my stepmother added.

I blinked. What? My new clothes ...?

I looked down at the stupid gown I wore. I was rewarded with the hard vision of the even stupider shoe on my stupid feet.

"You ... you don't mean ... I have to wear these home?" I looked at my stepmother, who had a smug look on her face.

"And why not? You complained earlier about coming over here naked. Well, now you've got something to wear. Don't tell me you're not happy with that!"

"Can't I change clothes first?" It was meant as a question, but I've no doubt it sounded as though I was begging.

Juanita looked at me like I was retarded. "Don't be so dumb. There isn't anything for you to wear, remember?"

I looked down at the girlish gown again. Anything, maybe even going naked, would be better than that.

"But ... but ... you ... you can't ... I can't ... go out like this!" I pleaded desperately. "I ... people will see ... Juanita, I can't go out like ... like this!!!"

My stepmother shrugged her shoulders. "Why not? Like I said, you were naked this morning when we walked over. At least you'll have some clothes on when we go home."

"Not really," I whined.

As we approached the front door I glanced over at the hall mirror and shivered. Like I said before, that stupid gown barely reached my belly button, leaving me completely naked from the waist down. The only other thing I had on were those stupid girlie shoes and ankle socks.

"Please, Juanita," I sobbed, "don't make me go home like this ....."

"Oh, hush," my stepmother fussed. "The way you're talking, you'd think it was the end of the world!"

"It just as well be," I muttered bitterly.

"You still didn't thank your hostess' for your pretty clothes," Juanita reminded me.

I took a deep breath and sighed. "Thank you for the ... the ... pretty clothes, I guess." I kept my eyes focused on the floor as I spoke. I didn't want to see Marlene's grinning face anymore.

Mrs. Mullins proceeded to gather up my itchy pink blanket and pillow and said her farewells. I felt ill as I was handed that stupid baby bottle and the Barbies.

"Here," Marlene guided my hand through a pink shoulder strap, "take this bag of clothes for your pretty dollies. I don't want them anymore, so you may as well take them."

"But ... I don't want this ...," I said with a sniff. I could have saved my breath ... no one was listening to me.

In addition to everything else, I found myself carrying Phillip Prewitt's red GT-40 race car. On any other occasion I would have been thrilled. But at that moment, well, it was a symbol of everything I wanted and could not have.

"You may as well take it with you," Mrs. Mullins said cheerfully. "You'll probably see little Phillip long before we do."

Marlene snorted as she tried to stifle a laugh. "Yeah, maybe you two can get together and play dressup sometime. I bet he'd like getting naked with you! And I bet you'd like that!"

"Oh, Marlene," Mrs. Mullins said. "Don't be such a tease!"

Despite her tone of voice the older woman's eyes lit up with amusement at my expense. I wondered just what she'd do if she ended up babysitting me instead of her daughter doing so. The possibilities caused me to shiver with fear.

Within a matter of seconds I found myself being pushed through the front door of the Mullins' house. My heart was pitter-pattering a million beats a minute, but I was too weak to do anything about it. As the door opened my knees wobbled and I felt my stomach churn as if I'd just gotten off a particularly violent roller coaster ride. A firm push against my back forced me onto the porch and into the evening darkness. The chilly air hit my naked skin and triggered a sharp shiver all over my plump, eleven year old body. The next thing I knew, my stepmother was dragging me down the front steps and into the darkness, away from the safety of Mrs. Mullins' brightly lit house.

"Good night, Brandy!" Marlene yelled from her front porch. "Be sure to come back and see me!"

"Say 'good night' to Marlene, darling," instructed my stepmother. "It's the polite thing to do."

"'Night, Marlene," I called out, my voice hoarse and trembling. "See you later ... I guess."

This last I muttered softly. Believe me, I was in no hurry to see that girl ever again!

Thank goodness it was nighttime. I know, I know ... I should have been used to being outside naked, but the truth of the matter was that being half-dressed was just as bad if not worse! And being half-dressed in girls' things was definitely worse!

Clip-clop! Clip-clop!

The sound of my borrowed girlie shoes on the pavement accented the alien taste of lipstick in my mouth and the tickle of the lacy gown on my bare skin. I tugged and pulled at the hem of that stupid gown, but there was no way to cover up my bare butt or my exposed penis. Oh, how I hated not having any pants or underwear! My only hope was to cling closely to my stepmother and pray that the falling light would conceal my shame from any curious onlookers that might happen by.

Juggling that stupid baby bottle and the borrowed Barbies and the huge race car between my two hands, I thought about how the walk home seemed a lot longer than the walk to the Mullins house. It seemed like we'd never make it. I remember how my breathing became more and more difficult with each step of the way. By the time we got to the edge of the street I was having the hardest time just getting air to my lungs. I remember my mother having an asthma attack only a few months before and I wondered if I was having one, too.

We were just about to head for my father's property, pausing at Juanita's insistence under the streetlight so I could adjust a loose strap on one of my borrowed shoes, when I heard the rushing sound of bicycles approaching. I didn't mean to turn around, I really didn't want to do that, but out of habit I had to see who it was. I couldn't help myself ... and I paid the price for my weakness.

Holy crap!

It was a bunch of neighborhood boys, all of them grinning and laughing and pointing right at me!

"See! Just like Phillip said! It's that Brandon kid, all dressed up like a little fairy! Hey, Brandon, turn around and show us your little fairy dress, you stupid faggot!"

There were at least four, maybe five in total, all about my age, all of whom I'd met at one time or another during my visits to my father's home. Of all people, Phillip Prewitt, Jennifer's kid brother, was in the middle of the pack, laughing right along with the other boys. Their expressions ranged from delighted to shocked to evil amusement. From this point on, of course, these guys would never forget me. And they would never, ever, look at me the same again.

"Look at the sissy fairy, guys!" Phillip -- who was once my friend -- hollered. "You can even see his bare butt!"

"Holy shit!" yelled one of the older boys. "He's right! That kid don't have no pants on! Holy shit!"

"Stop looking at me!" I yelled, knowing that what I just said was totally ridiculous. Of course they were going to look at me; how could they not look at me? Not knowing what else to say, I said it again out of desperation. "All of you, go away and stop looking at me!"

Phillip pointed at me and yelled, "Look! He's got a baby bottle and a bunch of dolls! He really is a faggot! Holy shit!"

"Where ya goin', fag boy?" one of the other boys asked. "Gonna play dolls with your mommy?"

Somebody else hollered, "Nah, he's gonna suck his little baby bottle for her! Suck that bottle, faggot! Make your mommy proud!"

"You better hurry up, fairy boy!" shouted another boy. "Your mama's getting away! You might get lost in the dark!"

I suddenly realized that my stepmother's hand had released its grip on my wrist. Glancing around, I was stunned to discover that she was nowhere in sight. What the ...!!!??? I mean, only a few seconds ago she was right there! And it was at least a hundred feet to the house. Where could she have gone so fast ...?

"Juanita ...?" I whispered. I remember holding out the Barbies in my hand like a weapon, just in case. "Don't leave me ...."

Blinking my eyes, I looked around one more time, but still, there was no sign of my stepmother. I thought for an instant I saw the glow of a cigarette in the shadow of the front porch, but I got distracted when something sharp hit - - or bit! -- my naked butt.

Ping! Zip!

"Ow! Stop it!" I cried as another burning sting hit me on my bare thigh. I looked over to see Phillip and a couple of other boys had some sort of toy guns and they were shooting little plastic pellets at me, laughing like a bunch of idiots in the process.

Ping! Ping! Zip! Zip!

"Yeow!!!" I screamed as one of the pellets hit me on my penis, right on the tip! Another one whacked me right in the balls. Boy, did that ever hurt! "Stop it, you guys! Those things really hurt! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

Ping! Zip! Ping! Zip!

"Hey, Phillip, look ... the little faggot's got a GT-40, just like yours! Now, what is a sissy like that doing with such a cool car?"

I glanced down to see the red race car on the ground where I left it while fixing my shoe. I then looked up to see Phillip Prewitt staring right at me. His face was all screwed up, as if he couldn't decide on whether to be mad or scared.

"That ain't your car, is it, Phillip?" the boy yelled. "Where is your car, anyway? You ain't been playing house with this little faggot have you?"

I felt my stomach drop as Phillip shook his head and lifted the toy gun in his hand so it was directly in line with my naked body. "That ain't my car," he said with a growl. "My dad's got my car, getting' it ready for a race this weekend. I don't know where the little faggot got his!"

With that my former friend let loose a barrage of pellets that caught me by surprise. Ping-ping-ping-ping, smack- smack-smack-smack, they all hit their target, the tops of my thighs, dangerously close to my privates. Each felt like a hornet sting, triggering a flood of tears in my tired, sad eyes.

Phillip's attack was just a taste of things to come. The other boys jumped in and more and more stinging pellets came fast and furious, like a horde of angry wasps. My crying and whining only made things worse, of course. One of the shooters was concentrating on my butt while another was focused on my wiener. Somebody else was busy working on my lower legs, making me dance around like a hysterical little child. By this time my knees were so weak with fear, and I was so dizzy, I thought I was going to fall down. I suppose I was near to fainting. Whatever the case, I could hardly move, but I had to, I was absolutely so terrified of the situation I'd found myself in.

"Shoot him on the butt again!" somebody yelled. "Listen ... he sounds like a little girl when he cries!"

"Oh, man ... I got him on the tallywhacker again," a triumphant voice announced following another painful hit on my poor penis. "That's got to hurt!"

"Cry, little crybaby! Cry like a little girl!"

I don't know how long this went on. Long enough for me to get several dozen little red welts all over my exposed skin, that's all I know for sure! Naked from the waist down and absolutely no way to defend myself ... I dropped my baby bottle and my Barbie dolls and I tried to cover my sensitive parts with the pink bag.

Oh, what nightmares I would relive over the next few years as a result of this one incident alone!

"OW-OW-OW-OW!!!!" I screamed over and over and over again. "Stop it! Please, God, stop it! Juanita, please, make them stop!"

All I got in return was the laughter of those mean, cruel boys ... oh, and more pellets on my bare skin. I remember crouching down as low as I could go, pressing my thighs together to protect my naked penis and balls and pulling my skimpy gown down to deflect the stinging pellets. This caused my exposed butt to become the target of opportunity for the bullies and they unleashed holy heck on me with their stupid toy guns.

"Hit'em in the crack of his butt," somebody shouted. "That'll really hurt'em!"

"No, hit'em in the balls! That's gotta hurt worse!"

Ping! Zip! Ping! Zip!

The pain was so harsh, it felt like I was getting a beating on my bottom with Mrs. Taylor's whipping cane.

Ping! Zip!

"Stop it! Leave me alone!" I sobbed into my hands. "Leave me alone!"

It wasn't until I got hit on the cheek -- on my face, stupid, not my butt! -- that Juanita finally stepped in to rescue me. My stepmother literally appeared out of nowhere, scaring me to death! With more of a grimace than a grin on her face, she grabbed my arm and began chastising my tormentors.

"You boys should know better than to shoot someone in the face with one of those things! Fun and games are one thing, but you could put an eye out with those weapons! Now, get along before I call your parents!"

"They ... hurt me," I sobbed as I clung to my stepmother's arm.

"Come on inside, Brandy," Juanita said softly. "If your little boyfriends won't play nicely, then you can't play at all!"

"We didn't hurt him!" countered Phillip. "They're just little plastic balls. He's just a big ol' crybaby!"

One of the other boys giggled and yelled, "Yeah, a crybaby and a sissy!"

"And a faggot!" someone else called out, triggering a round of nervous laughter.

My stepmother then said something that chilled me to the bone. "I know where you live, Phillip Prewitt. And I know your mother. I wonder what she'd think if I told her what you were doing?"

I remember looking for Phillip and seeing an expression of fear lock on his face. I suddenly remembered what Jennifer said about tormenting her little brother and I wondered how much of that was true. Turning toward Juanita, I was rewarded with a mischievous wink.

"You ... you're not going to tell ... on me ... are you?" the panicked boy asked.

Juanita raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Give me one good reason why not."

The frightened boy made an ugly face. "I didn't do anything wrong. I ... we ... we were just playing around."

"Personally, I think young Mr. Prewitt is going to be in trouble," my stepmother said to me. "Now, pick up your dollies and that silly car and let's go home."

As I knelt down and gathered up my stuff, I could see my tormentors watching me like a flock of buzzards. I knew I must have looked so stupid, so ... sissyish ... so girlie ... no wonder they kept staring at me! I dreaded standing up 'cause I knew they'd be able to see my bare butt again.

"Come on, guys! Let's get out of here!" one of the older boys called out. "You don't want to end up like that little faggot Brandon Miller! Let's roll!"

"See you later, fairy boy!" some of the boys hollered as they rode away. "Don't bother looking for us ... We'll be waiting for you!"

Phillip waited until the other boys got a head start. He looked at me, then the car in my arms. "I want that back," he said. He looked tough but his voice trembled. A lot like mine, come to think of it.

"C'mon, Phillip!" one of the other boys yelled. "You don't want to get fairy cooties from the faggot!"

I felt my eyes burn with tears as my former friend gave his beloved car a final look and then took off on his bike. I closed my eyes and wondered how all this had happened. As I caught my breath I heard the echo of mischievous, boyish laughter fade away in the distance. I hoped they all burned in hell, I was so mad! I also hoped Jennifer found out what her little brother did to me ... and I ... and I ... I hoped she did worse to him!!!

As I trailed behind my stepmother and followed her into the house, I wondered if I would ever be able to look any of those guys in the eye again. I looked down at my girlish gown and my naked penis and legs and I shook my head. Probably not, considering how stupid I looked. I glanced up at my guardian. It suddenly occurred to me that she never fussed at them for teasing me or tormenting me. Only for not being safe with their little toy guns.

I thought about Phillip again and I pondered what all his sister had said. If any of it was true, then could I blame him for teasing me? I mean, wouldn't I have done the same thing if I had the chance? I suddenly felt my face burn and I had a surge of the guilts. I looked down at my shameful attire and sighed.

Once we were inside Juanita led me into the living room where she took a seat on the sofa and directed me to put all my things on the coffee table. She then pulled me into her arms and guided my tear-stained face between her soft, warm breasts. To my surprise, I felt safe there and I couldn't help but cry my heart out. I was beaten, worn and shamed by all that had happened to me that evening. My bottom hurt and my feelings were hurt and all I wanted to do was lay down and die. What I really needed was a soft place to fall. To my relief, my stepmother leaned down and she kissed me on the mouth and hugged me and assured me that things would be all right in the morning.

"Poor little Brandon," Juanita kept saying, over and over again. "Let Mother take care of her poor, misunderstood little boy."

It took me a little while, but I finally stopped crying and calmed down. I wanted to go hide somewhere -- in a closet somewhere, preferably with the door locked -- but my stepmother was restless and insisted that I entertain her for a while longer.

"I'll make a deal with you," she said with a mischievous smile. "If you'll play along and be my pretty little boy for the rest of the night, I won't make you sleep on the floor. You can sleep in a real bed. How's that sound?"

I thought for a moment. Of course I wanted to sleep in a real bed. Preferably my own bed. I was just suspicious as to what it was going to cost me.

"What do I have to do?"

My stepmother grinned. "Oh, nothing, really. Just be pleasant and pretty and stop being so grouchy. If you'll be nice and cooperate, things will go so much better for you. I've been saying this ever since your father went on his business trip, but you just won't listen. That's why you keep getting in so much trouble. Just calm down, do as I say and have some fun and everything will work itself out."

I thought some more about what was being said. A quick glance down at my pudgy, eleven year old boy body, half- naked under that stupid girlie gown was enough. Have fun? Looking like this? I closed my eyes and thought for a second.

"I'll do it," I said with a sigh.

"That's my pretty boy," my stepmother said warmly.

"Playing along" was pretty embarrassing, but not nearly as bad as it could have been. First Juanita had me pick out a pair of Barbies and she made me stand there before her, a doll in each hand, while she carried on about how cute and girlie I looked.

"Really, Brandon, it is a sin how pretty you are! With your curly hair and that pretty gown and those dolls ... I really ought to get my camera and take a few photos." She grinned her cruelest grin as she dug through her purse. "Nobody will believe how pretty you look without pictures, you know."

"Juanita, no! No pictures, please ...?" The thought of a snapshot of me in that ridiculous situation showing up in the hands of my enemies -- or my friends! --absolutely terrified me.

"Oh, stop crying. Do you want to sleep on the floor again?"

And so I stood there like an idiot while my stepmother snapped away with her camera. The little flash was disorienting, but no more than the idea of posing in lipstick and makeup and with my bare butt hanging out. I saw the pictures later and was relieved that most of them didn't show my naked bottom. As a matter of fact, they looked an awful lot like photos of one of those little girls who enter those pageants Marlene and Jennifer were talking about. In a couple you could see some of my bare butt. I wondered if the clerks at the drug store noticed it was me.

The next thing my stepmother did was make me dance around the living room, waving my Barbies around and singing the most ridiculous song she could come up with. She made a game of making up the words, like she was trying to think of the silliest, sissiest things in the world for me to say. As long as I'll live, I'll never forget that stupid song:

"I'm my mama's pretty boy,
I love to play with girlie toys! Am I pret-tee?
Am I pret-tee?

I'm a little sissy, that's no lie, Pinch me hard and watch me cry! Am I pret-tee?
Am I pret-tee?

Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah, Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah. Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?"

"That's not good enough, my pretty!" Juanita snapped, clapping her hands like a ballet teacher. "Up on your tiptoes, spin around and smile, darling. You're supposed to be having fun, remember?"

Some fun. I must have sung that silly song half a dozen times, dancing and skipping around the living room like some prissy little five year old girl with my Barbie dolls in my hands. I know I looked just ridiculous with no pants on under that stupid short gown, my stupid penis and balls bouncing up and down as I danced.

I hated her taking pictures of me doing something so stupid. I especially hated singing the "lah-lah-lah" part, but I was so tired of getting my butt beat and having to sleep on the stupid floor, I figured this was the lesser punishment. As ashamed I was of putting on that sissy show, I prayed this would make things a little easier for me in the long run. It seemed to be working. Reclining on the sofa like the queen of the world, Juanita smiled and sipped on a drink as I danced before her. I was relieved that she seemed to be very, very happy.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked at one point, breathless and sweaty from my exertions. "Didn't I do a good job? Can I stop now?"

A wicked smile spread over my stepmother's lips. "Hmmm, I don't know ... maybe you ought to do it a few more times. Don't stop until I tell you. Otherwise, you'll have to start all over again."

I wanted to tell her to go to hell, but instead I just sighed and stomped over to the center of the room.

"Uh-uh! No pouty faces! I was to see nothing but smiles."

Nodding my head, I quickly forced my somber expression into the brightest, happiest smile I could muster. I took a deep breath and began my silly dance routine once more ....

"I'm my mama's pretty boy,
I love to play with girlie toys! Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?"

How do I get in these situations, I wondered in despair.

After a while I remember pausing to take a breath and watching my stepmother look up from her fashion magazine and smile. "Now see, isn't this fun? Don't you like singing and dancing for your ugly old stepmother?"

Not knowing what else to do, I nodded my head.

Juanita smiled a wicked smile. "That's what I thought. I really wish your father could see you now. He would be so proud of his big strong son. Or maybe you'd prefer I keep this our little secret?"

I shrugged my shoulders and tried not to cry.

"I don't know. You're not going to tell him, are you?"

Turning the page of her magazine, Juanita shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, either. It depends on what a good boy you are the rest of time he's gone. We'll see."

Sniffing back a tear, I resumed my shameful song.

"I'm a sissy, that's no lie,
Pinch me hard and watch me cry! Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?"

I probably only had to dance and sing for twenty minutes or a half hour at the most, but it seemed like hours to me. At long last my stepmother got off the sofa and took me by the hand.

"Okay, pretty boy, that's enough fun for now," she said. "Come on with me and let's get ready for bed."

Singing that stupid song along with me, she led me upstairs to her bathroom where she produced a warm, wet washcloth, a jar of cold cream and a bottle of fingernail polish remover.

Following her instructions, I stood silently as she lifted that silly gown over my head, leaving me stark naked once more. I then fought for ten minutes with those stupid shoes, trying to get the stupid buckles undone. Frustrated and crying, I finally gave up.

"Do I have to do everything for you?" my stepmother said. With a flick of her fingertips she had the buckles open and my shoes and socks off. I felt so stupid.

Juanita undid the clips and clamps in my curly hair, humming to herself in the process. It actually felt good when my hair fell around my face and ears. I wished it was long enough to hide behind, but that wasn't about to happen.

My stepmother then scrubbed my face, first with the cold cream, then with the warm cloth, removing my girlish makeover. While she soaped up the washcloth to scrub me down from head to toe, I remember looking in the mirror and seeing a sad faced little boy looking back at me. I winced as I noticed he was as naked as I was.

Juanita ran the soapy cloth all over my body, her attention to detail as thorough as it was embarrassing. I shivered in the cool air-conditioning as she rinsed the cloth and soaked it with warm water. The sensation of the warm cloth felt heavenly, even when it ran over my embarrassing parts. I was ashamed when I realized I was smiling and I was mortified when I realized my stepmother had seen my smile.

The sharp smell of the nail polish remover suddenly hit my nostrils, waking me up and sending a cold chill over my naked body. I watched with fascination as Juanita wiped away two layers of girlish paint from my fingers and toes. While she worked, she hummed a soft song and patted my bare bottom, just like I was a little baby.

"Now, isn't this nice? Don't you like playing dressup with your mean old your stepmother? I bet you like getting a bath even more."

As I nodded I felt myself being pulled into her arms. She pressed my head against her chest, smearing my tear-stained face between her perfect breasts while the air-conditioned breeze tickled my bare bottom and legs. I was finally safe, and for now I could just curl up in her arms and let her rock me to sleep ....

Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah, Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah. You're so pret- tee.
You're so pret- tee."

Chapter Fourteen: Mother's Precious Darling

The next morning I awoke in the unlikeliest of all places, my stepmother's bed! I remember blinking with confusion as the bright, late morning sunlight filled the room. In spite of my bewilderment I savored the soft, warm, perfumed sheets against my naked body. I was curiously aroused as I realized how much they smelled like my father's beautiful young wife. I blushed as I thought of her in the bed next to me and I couldn't help but smile at the idea. Needless to say, the touch of those sheets was heaven in contrast to that awful itchy woolen blanket that had been my prison the past couple of days. Grinning to myself, I buried myself under the covers in hopes that I could hide there forever. I was so excited, so happy in my little nest, I just couldn't stand myself!

It wasn't but a few minutes later when my stepmother appeared out of nowhere to ruin everything.

"Time to get up, sleepyhead! We've got places to go and people to see and you've already slept most of the day away! Up and at'em, pretty boy!"

Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I sat up and put my feet on the floor. Juanita reached down and pulled the covers off me, the cold chill of the air conditioning raising goosebumps on my bare skin. It was only then that I realized that I was completely naked once more, which was both a blessing and a curse. I was secretly thrilled that I didn't have to wear that stupid girl's gown any longer! I mean, you cannot imagine my delight at having gotten rid of that ridiculous

wore a pair of pants and it seemed so long ago.

Then again, I thought to myself, if all I gotta do is run around bare butt in front of Juanita and her stupid friends, then I guess I can put up with it. I just hoped she wouldn't make me do anything embarrassing again ... or give me another whipping. I shuddered at the thought of another beating from my stepmother. I would do anything -- even dance around like a sissy faggot! -- to keep her from hitting me again!

I was awakened from my thoughts by my stepmother. "Oh, Brandon, darling, you look so sweet, sitting there in your curly hair and your little butterfly necklace and your birthday suit. I know you don't like hearing this, honey, but you really do look just like a little girl. If it wasn't for that little thing between your legs, nobody would know the difference."

Blushing furiously, I shook my head and hung my head. Juanita let loose a lilting, musical laugh and took me by the hand and pulled me from her bed.

"Aw, you poor little thing," she said as I stood quietly before her. "You're so cute when you pout, do you know that? Don't worry about looking like such a sissy in front of my friends, sweetheart. They all just love how prissy you act whenever you're around them. Mrs. Taylor especially. That's a good thing. Just remember what fun we had last night. Keep that up and you'll have a great, fun- filled summer with your ugly old stepmother. You'll see, I promise."

I thought about how dumb I must have looked, skipping and dancing around with those stupid Barbie dolls in my hands. Yuck! And that idiotic song she made me sing? Holy shit! The things I did to keep from getting in trouble!

Leading me downstairs by the hand like a little child, my stepmother chitchatted about all she'd done while I was sleeping, which was mostly sunbathing and reading her stupid fashion magazines and chitchatting on the phone with her friends. I only paid slight attention to her words as I was in awe of what she was wearing: a very flattering and elegant white silk nightgown. The sheer material showed off her long, smooth legs and shapely bottom while the loose, low cut top emphasized the perfection of her womanly breasts. I blushed at the mere hint of a tingle at the tip of my exposed penis. She shot a knowing look directly at me, her eyes glancing down between my legs and then back up again.

"We're going to have to do something about that," she said ominously. "Maybe after breakfast."

While I stood there staring at how beautiful she was, Juanita fixed my breakfast, which only took a few seconds. I was torn between shame and delight when she once again presented me with that stupid baby bottle filled with chocolate milk. Was she trying on purpose to make me feel stupid?

"I know how much you like your little chocolate treat," she said in a sing-song voice, "so I thought you might enjoy a little bit before we run our errands."

"Errands?" I asked hoarsely as I took the cool plastic bottle in my hands.

Juanita smirked a most childish smirk and pat me on the head. "Oh, sure. Didn't I mention that? I have some shopping to do and so we're going to the mall this morning. We might even have lunch at that restaurant you and your father like so much. You know, the one that has all those pretty young girls waiting on you?"

My mouth went dry and I struggled to speak. The mall ...? That restaurant ... with those college girls ...? In my ... my birthday suit???

"I ... I can't ... you ... you're not going to make me go ... go out ... in public ... like this ... are you, Juanita? Do I have to stay naked?"

The smile on my guardian's face was as pretty as it was bright. "I don't see why not. You've been going bare butt naked for most of this week. Why would you want to change now?"

I was so angry, so frustrated, I had trouble finding the right words to say. Sure, I'd been naked all week, but it wasn't my fault! My stepmother was making it sound like running around in the nude was all my idea and that just wasn't true! I was the victim of a conspiracy, not some pervert! Surely she didn't think she was going to get away with this!

"Juanita, I don't wanna go out in public naked! I don't want people seeing me like this!" I thought about that restaurant with all those pretty girls in their short skirts and tight t-shirts and I imagined myself surrounded by girlish giggles and pointing fingers. Talk about being terrified!

"Please, Juanita, I'll do anything! Just don't make me do that!"

My stepmother took a drag from her cigarette and put it out in her ashtray. "Well, maybe. We'll see. Now, while you're working on your bottle, let's see how our little tushie is doing. We don't want our pretty bottom dirty, do we?"

I just shrugged my shoulders and started sucking on my bottle of chocolate milk. My stomach was upset at the thought of going to the mall in my birthday suit, but when in doubt, do as you're told and keep quiet, right?

Juanita hummed a pretty tune as she took a seat at the kitchen table and hiked her gown up to her lap, exposing her long, gorgeous legs and more than a glimpse of the curly hair between her legs. While I was distracted by that little show, she suddenly grabbed my arm and spun me around and made me bend over her lap. I gasped with shock as my penis and balls were caught between her powerful thighs.

"Lie still and you won't get hurt, babydoll," she warned with a syrupy sweet sounding voice.

Glancing over my shoulder I watched in amazed horror as my stepmother then spread my cheeks with her hands, exposing my butthole to her amused gaze. I felt so stupid and so helpless as she put the middle finger of her left hand between her lips and ran her tongue over it. She then leaned her head over my bare butt and -- to my horror and disgust! -- she actually spit a considerable amount of saliva right onto my anus!

"Yuck! Juanita, that's nasty!" I whined pathetically as I felt the warm wetness settle against my poor butthole. "What are you doing to me!!???"

My stepmother grinned. "I'm going to check your little tushie. A little mom-spit will keep it from hurting, silly boy."

The next thing I knew, she reached down with that her slimy wet finger and proceeded to poke it in the web crack between my buttcheeks! I tried not to squirm, but the shock of what she'd just done caught me off guard and I found it hard not to wriggle about wildly.

"Juanita-a-a-a-a-a!!!" I cried.

"Tickles, doesn't it?" my stepmother said warmly. "I bet you're just loving all this attention. And who can blame you ... what little boy doesn't just dream about having all this fun with a pretty woman?"

I didn't say much as my stepmother gave my rectum a very thorough examination. Her finger was very active and burrowed inside me like a curious animal, causing me to squirm around and whimper quite a lot. Occasionally there would be a bit of pain, but all in all it was a shamefully pleasant experience for me.

By this time I'd developed a huge erection -- well, huge for me -- one that was difficult to ignore as it pressed hard against my stepmother's bare legs. Thank goodness Juanita wasn't angry with me this time. As a matter of fact, she seemed to ignore it in favor of playing with my bare bottom. Although I'd been touched and examined like that several times in the past several days, it was still a harrowing experience for me and I was not sure how I was expected to act.

"You know I love you, don't you, my pretty boy?" Juanita cooed as I laid before her and cooed and sucked my bottle. "You know you're my precious babydoll, don't you?"

I remember nodding my head without argument. My cheeks flushed with shame, I watched as she resumed her examination of my body, her hands spreading my cheeks even further apart. At this point the finger in my bottom was quiet and still, but firmly attached in place. And for some reason I thought it felt, well, kinda nice.

"Brandon, darling, I want you to do me a personal favor," Juanita said as she caressed my tingling bottom. "I want you to start calling me 'Mother.' Can you do that? I mean, I am your stepmother, after all, so it's all right if you do that."

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled the rubber nipple from between my lips. "But, I ... um ... but I already got a mom." It was hard talking with my face laying upside down like that, but somehow I managed.

My stepmother smiled at me and nodded. All of a sudden, she clenched her legs together, trapping my erection in between. At the same time the finger in my butt came alive and resumed its curious tour deeper and deeper into my poor rectum. I couldn't help but make that silly cooing sound, just like a helpless little bird.

"That's right, sweetie. You do have a mama ... plus a stepmother, both of whom love you very, very much." She licked her shiny lips and smiled. "When you're home with your ... other mama, you call her, what, 'Mom,' right?"

By this time that stupid finger was so far up inside me, I thought it was going to come out my mouth. I resisted the urge to squirm and nodded without missing a suck on my bottle. What else could I do?

"Good. That's perfect. So, when you're here, you can call me 'Mother.' That way you have both a 'Mom' and a 'Mother' no matter where you go. Isn't that just perfect? And won't calling me 'Mother' be so much better than calling me 'Juanita'? Won't that be a lot nicer?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess so," I whispered.

Juanita smiled and nodded. The unorthodox massaging action in my bottom increased and as it did, I could feel her legs rubbing the smooth, hairless skin at the base of my trapped penis. If my face wasn't already red, it surely was now.

"That's my pretty boy. So, let's try it. Say something nice like, 'Thank you for my breakfast, Mother.' Go ahead, say it."

I did as I was told. It felt kind of funny, especially considering where her hands were, but I said it anyway.

"Thank you for breakfast ... Mother."

"Now say, 'Thank you for checking my bottom, Mother.' Go on, nice and loud."

I pulled the baby bottle from my lips and I did as she instructed. "Thanks for checking ... checking my bottom, Mother."

"You're welcome, babydoll," she said, her voice as warm as butter. She suddenly pulled her finger from my butt and wiped it on a napkin. I felt strangely disappointed in the absent sensation between my cheeks. "Now, let's get down and have a little talk."

Still sucking that stupid bottle, I followed my stepmother's lead as she had me slide off her legs and then turn to stand facing her. I gasped with surprise as her fingers encircled my bald penis and gave a playful tug. I glanced up to see her face beaming with joy. I gasped once more, then fought to keep from squealing out loud with boyish pleasure. Was she going to ... to ... to jack me off?

Juanita suddenly leaned in close. I closed my eyes in anticipation of the kiss she was about to give me. Instead, imagine my despair when her fingers abandoned my genitals and left me with a tingling erection and unfulfilled expectations.

"I think it is so interesting that every time I play with your butt you get a little stiffie. I wonder what Mrs. Taylor and Bridget would think if they saw their pretty little Brandy like this? I bet that cute little Marie and her girlfriends would find it interesting, too. And maybe one of your little boyfriends? What if Mrs. Taylor and I found a pretty little boy to do this with you? Or maybe do it to you? Now, wouldn't that be fun?"

"No-o-o-o ...." I whined softly. I thought about Mrs. Taylor's constant references to getting me a special playmate. Is that what she was thinking about?

"Oh, don't you lie to me, Brandon Miller. You'd love having a pretty little boy play with your pretty bottom and you know it! First it was my finger and then it was an enema nozzle. I bet you'd just love a cute little dick deep inside you." I followed her eyes as she looked down at my erect penis, the tip of which she held lightly in between her bright red fingernails. "I can hardly wait to get you a little boyfriend to do that with you! You're just going to love it!"

"No-o-o-o, Juanita, that's nasty ...." I sobbed.

My stepmother corrected me with a gentle smack against my poor penis. "Now, what did I ask you to call me? You're supposed to say, 'No, Mother, that's nasty,' not 'Juanita.'" A throaty laugh caused me to turn red with confusion and shame.

Hearing all of those awful, homoerotic scenarios didn't do much to slow my body's reaction, unfortunately. Just the thought of a boy touching me in the ways my stepmother described caused my heart to race frantically. My breathing was likewise strained and I thought for a moment I was going to have an asthma attack. The added idea that Marie or someone else might see me being touched by another boy in such way, well, it almost caused me to lose whatever control I thought I had.

"Well, that's enough of that," she announced. I looked from my raging erection to her smiling face. "You really enjoyed that didn't you? You actually liked your pretty mother playing with your pretty bottom? Didn't you? I said, didn't you?!"

I nodded my head. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shamefully.

"You liked what I had to say about getting another little boy to play with your bottom, too. Isn't that right?" I shrugged my shoulders. "So bashful and so cute. It's all right to play with your pretty bottom, you know. Mothers enjoy playing with their pretty boys their pretty bottoms. Just wait until you get another boy to join in your little game. Like I said before, you'll have so much fun, you won't be able to stand it!"

Talk about getting mixed signals! I was frightened to death as Juanita pulled me in close. I thought for sure she was going to slap my face. Instead, she pressed my face against her breasts and hugged me like she'd never hugged me before. Relief replaced fear and I snuggled up to my hated stepmother and felt a wave of love like I'd never felt.

After a few moments had passed, she shifted around and whispered, "Here, little darling, have a little dessert to go with your breakfast."

I opened my eyes just in time to see her immaculately manicured hand pull loose one perfect breast from the folds of her white nightgown. Just mere inches from my nose, the pinkish brown nipple stared at me like a living, conscious being.

I shot a guilty look up at my stepmother's smiling face. "Go on, Brandon. You know you want to do it. Suck Mother's titty. It's not as filling as chocolate milk, but it's more fun"

Bouncing back from the shame of having my bottom poked and prodded, I was now in titty heaven! Feigned reluctance lost out to curiosity and desire, I moved my face closer to the proffered nipple, so close my nose rubbed against it. Glancing up once more and getting a wink of approval, I then took the delicate flesh in between my lips and teeth and I proceeded to suck away much like I'd done a few minutes before with my baby bottle.

Juanita was apparently happy with what I was doing. "That's a good boy. Suck Mother's titty all you want. Poor little boy ... so naked, so helpless and so pretty."

Not knowing what else to do, I sniffed back a tear, nodded my head and made a "mmmmph" sound.

I could have done that all day. Heck, I could have done it for the rest of my life. And I think Juanita knew this. With something as simple as putting my eleven year old boy mouth against her perfect nipple, she had created a bond that transcended anything that before had happened between us. With my lips wrapped around that precious tip of pink flesh, I forgave her for all the whippings and the scoldings and the face-slapping and all the embarrassing situations she put me through. I gladly forgave all those things and I would forgive many more, all for the feeling that swept over my as I sucked her nipple. Funny, I felt closer to my stepmother right then and there, more than I had ever felt with my own mother in my entire young life.

"That's enough for now." My stepmother gently pushed me away and she looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Before we do anything else, we'd better give you another enema, just in case. I'm sure Marlene did a good job yesterday, but it won't hurt to make sure. Is that okay with you?"

I felt my eyes water up. I really didn't want to go through all that again, not now. I didn't know what to do, so I just started crying.

"Good," Juanita said with a smile. "That's what I thought."

"Please," I whispered softly, "Do we have to? My bottom is so sore from doing that so many times yesterday. Don't make me do it again. Please?"

My stepmother raised both eyebrows and stared at me. "Oh, really? So you're telling me that you're not dirty inside? You think you can go all day without making a mess on my car seats, or on Mrs. Taylor's nice furniture? Can you guarantee that you won't embarrass us in public? Do you promise?"

I nodded my head desperately. "M-muh ... M-M-Marlene ... made me get my bottom washed almost all day yesterday while you were gone. She and that other girl. I spent most of my time either getting my butt poked or else I was sitting on the pot."

"Poor baby," my stepmother said with a grin. "It must have been just so awful for you, you poor little thing, you."

I licked my lips. Why did I feel so stupid talking about this stuff?

"And ... a-a-and she did it again at suppertime, too. Just ask her! My ... my b-b-bottom is clean, Juanita, inside and out! I promise!"

My stepmother gave me a sinister look. "What did you just call me?"

I thought for a second, then winced. "I'm sorry ... Mother. Please, Mother ... please don't give me another enema. I'll never make another mess again. I promise ... Mother, I really do!"

Juanita gave me a little hug and patted me on the butt. I thought for a second I thought I'd done it. I actually thought I was going to get away with it! But then she started talking again.

"Well, maybe. Then again, maybe not. I think we need to do this just one more time. Just to make sure," she said cheerfully. "Then maybe we'll take a break and see if you can keep your bottom good and clean. How does that sound?"

"I don't really wanna ...." I sobbed. "My bottom is too sore ...."

I was not at all pleased as I followed Juanita upstairs to the bathroom. I felt a huge weight of dread press down on my stomach as she retrieved the huge red rubber douche bag from the cabinet. Dread turned to panic as she selected the largest nozzle in her collection. Made of black shiny rubber, it was almost as large as, well, as a man's dick. To make things even worse, I remember at the time thinking that the only adult man's dick I'd ever seen was my father's.

The expression on my face must have been pretty funny, because my guardian could not stop grinning.

"I wish you could see the look on your face," Juanita said with a chuckle. "You look like you're scared out of your wits."

I shrugged my shoulders ... again. "I guess I am ... a little," I replied sadly. I wiped my tears on my arm, which didn't do much good.

My stepmother smiled at me. "Don't give me that, Brandon Miller! I've been watching you very closely the past few days and I know better than that! You act all prim and proper and cry like a little scaredy-cat whenever it suits you, but I see through your little scam. I see you smiling and grinning behind my back. You little fibber, you really do love all the attention you've been getting, don't you?"

What the heck was she talking about? I didn't like any of this stuff and I told her so right then and there!

"I, um ... I don't like being naked or getting my butt washed or having to wear lipstick. Honest. This hasn't been very much fun for me, I promise!"

Juanita rolled her eyes as she dipped her finger in a jar of petroleum jelly. "Oh, sure. Like the other day when you were with Marie and those other girls. You pretended to cry and get all embarrassed, but you had a great time running around naked with them. Didn't you? You even tried to get them naked, too, didn't you!!!"

I tried to clear my throat as I watched my stepmother waved the enema nozzle in front of my face. "Um, that's not what exactly ...." I said hoarsely.

"That's exactly what happened! I was there, remember? And then yesterday, when Marlene and Jennifer babysat you ... you were all shy and cute when I left, but when I got home you'd talked them into playing 'dress up' and tricked your way into being their life-sized Barbie doll. I know what you're doing. Anything to get the attention of a pretty girl ... am I right?"

"Juanita ...."

I cried as I nursed the sore spot on my head where she'd hit me with that stupid nozzle.

"I thought we had a deal. I thought you weren't going to call me that anymore. I thought you were going to call me 'Mother.'"

I sobbed like a baby as I nursed a second sore spot on top of my head. That darned nozzle felt like steel! I didn't know which end was going to suffer the most because of it, my poor, naked butt or my aching noggin!

My stepmother shook her head. "Well, anyway, I have to hand it to you, playing with your butt certainly has been fun," she said, waving the hard rubber nozzle in my face once more and tapping me square on the nose with it. I felt ill as I thought about where the huge ugly thing had been. "You put on the cutest little act I've ever seen, the way you purr and pout and act all prissy. You'd think I'd have better things to do than spend my morning giving you an enema, but if you like having somebody play with your butt, and if that's what makes you happy, then who am I to deprive you of a little fun?"

I was aghast at what I just heard! To hear my stepmother tell it, everything that was happening to me -- everything bad that had happened to me for the past few days, in fact! -- was all my fault!!! According to what she said, that is. I couldn't believe my ears ... did she really think I actually LIKED running around in my birthday suit or getting my butt poked or wearing lipstick and playing with dolls?

The next thing I knew, I was down on my knees -- again! -- my bare butt up in the air, my puckered sphincter smeared with petroleum jelly and my face buried in a rolled up towel. I gasped for air as that thick black nozzle pressed against my tender skin once ... twice ... three times, until my sphincter gave in and opened up.

"Please, Juani- ... Mother," I whispered. "It's too big ...."

My stepmother's voice was calm and soothing. "Oh, I don't think so. Your little pussy can take this just fine. You'd be surprised what can fit up in there."

The use of the word "pussy" burned deep into my psyche. I shivered with shame as the rubber phallus slid effortlessly into my rectum, slowly spreading my anus wide apart and reaching deep, deep into my bowels.

Breathless and trapped between panic and pain, I was just about to cry out ...

... when the phone rang.

"Oh, that's probably your father!" Juanita enthused, suddenly stopping the task at hand and standing up straight. "Stay right there ... I'll be right back!"

Curled up like a frightened puppy in the middle of my stepmother's bathroom, I thought silently about where she thought I might go. Stuck with that giant nozzle wedged up my bare butt, it wasn't like I could just get up and run away.

"Oh, hello darling. It's you!" Juanita gushed as she stepped back into the bathroom. Behind her the longest phone cord in the world trailed back to the master bedroom. "Oh, we're doing just fine. How is everything going?"

I felt myself blushing all over. It was my father, all right, calling from his job site nearly a thousand miles away. I was so ashamed.

I kept quiet as my stepmother chatted on the phone. I felt so stupid, kneeling there like that nude and impaled by that awful nozzle. Knowing that she was talking with my dad made my circumstances seem even more bizarre, as if I was a little baby. It felt really strange as she reached down and touched my naked waist and gave me a maternal pat. I tried to pull away, but she held me tight, patting me playfully on my bare butt as she kept talking.

"Don't run off," she whispered. "I'm sure your daddy will want to talk to you."

I nodded. I wanted to say, "Heck no! I wanna go home to my mama!" But like I said before, where was I going to go?

"Oh, yes, Brandon is right here," she said into the mouthpiece. "He's dying to speak to you, but I said I got you first." There was a pause. My stepmother made a soft, seductive cooing sound and laughed. "I cannot believe you said that! You are so bad!"

Juanita took her time talking and laughing on the phone with my father as I struggled helplessly to remain in that humiliating position. She knew exactly the effect her little game was having on me. Imagine an eleven year old boy kneeling on the floor with his head buried in a bath towel and his naked white bottom up in the air with a hose sticking out.

Boy, oh, boy, I was one miserable sixth grader!

After a few minutes, my stepmother decided to continue with my enema while she chit-chatted with my dad.

"We may as well get this over with while your daddy is on the phone," she whispered. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"Holy cow!" I thought to myself as I felt the hard rubber nozzle shifting around inside me. To my surprise, my bottom muscles relaxed a moment and somehow accommodated the huge phallus. "Oh my gosh ... I can't believe this is happening to me!"

Juanita continued to talk to my father while at the same time working the nozzle in and out of my bottom. She even made sure to turn it from side to side quickly enough to make my butt jiggle a bit, causing my eyes to widen in disbelief as my sphincter sent a thrilling jolt through my body. She pretended to laugh at one of my dad's lame jokes, but her real amusement came from the situation she had created for me, no doubt.

After a few minutes of playful poking, my stepmother whispered "Of course I miss you, sweetheart. You know I do."

The pretty woman glanced toward me and laughed. "Oh, you," she said into the mouthpiece, "Stop it, you. You're bad."

"Oh, gosh," I whispered as my penis suddenly twitched. "I'm sticking out!"

I really couldn't help it. I mean, come on, I was only eleven years old, for pity's sake! The very sensation of my stepmother poking and prodding inside my bottom caused my stiff penis to bounce and dance about with joy. My first thought was to cover my raging erection with my hands, but under her watchful eyes I didn't dare. That, plus being on my hands and knees it was nearly impossible. There was nothing I could do except let it show. And bounce.

"Oh, gosh, ohgoshohgoshohgosh ....."

To make matters worse, it was now my turn on the phone.

"Oh, sure, he's right here. No, really, no problems at all. Absolutely. I promise. In fact, he's been rather sweet ever since you left." Juanita winked at me. "Yes, very helpful. He even helps me entertain my friends. I know ... it seemed like a miracle, all right, but it's true. We're getting along wonderfully. Here, ask him yourself ... I know he's just dying to talk to you."

Rolling over on my side, I tried to relax as I took the phone in my hand. I remember watching as Juanita immediately began fiddling with the douche bag, filling it with hot soapy water. I barely heard a word my father was saying, I was so distracted by the sound of the rubber bag being filled.

"Your daddy wants to know all about your week so far," my stepmother whispered. "Don't leave anything out."

My mouth felt dry as sand as I put the phone to my ear.

"Hello, sport? Are you listening to me?," the voice on the other end of the line said. "I asked you how's it going?"

"Fine." I couldn't help but notice how weird it felt to be talking with my father at the same time I had a rubber dick up my butt. Needless to say, I felt guilty and ashamed.

"Great. You're not giving Juanita a hard time are you? You'd better not."

"No, sir. We're getting along pretty good." My voice was hoarse with embarrassment.

"That's what your stepmom said. That's good, buddy ... really good. Whatever it is you're doing, I hope you keep it up. I know a month is a long time. I don't want any bad reports on you. You're not too big to get another ass- whipping."

I tried to look away from my stepmother as she worked to prepare my enema. The smile on her face was both beautiful and frightening. She seemed to be really enjoying her work.

"No, sir. I mean, yes, sir."

At long last my stepmother sat down on the toilet. She made sure the nozzle way up inside my bowels and then released a trickle of soapy water into my bottom.

"Oh, my gosh!" I exclaimed.

"What's that?" my dad asked. "What are you doing? You're not watching cartoons while you're talking on the phone, are you?"

"Um, no, sir," I replied weakly.

"Well, you better not be!" he said abruptly.

I blinked as Juanita reached around my waist and began rubbing my bare belly more vigorously. For some reason she seemed to be in an exceptionally playful mood. I gasped in surprise as a bold finger tickled my bald pubic mound and I almost died when an errant hand rubbed over my erection. I felt faint as my penis twitched again. I was sure it was still sticking out, but I didn't dare look down at it, I was so ashamed.

Omigosh! I thought. She's jacking me off!

I tried to squirm my way out of the predicament, but my stepmother held me down. Despite my shame and confusion, she forced me to take in the entire bag of soapy water as I tried to talk on the phone with my father. I can't tell you how weird it was to hear his voice in my ear as I experienced so much shameful, degrading pleasure.

"Hello? Brandon?" crackled the voice over the phone. "Pay attention, son! I'm talking to you!"

"Um, sorry ... We're, um, getting along great, sir. Do you want to talk to ... Mother ... again? She's right here."

"Mother ...? Uh ... not yet. I have something to tell you. I got you a surprise. If you're good I'll show you in a month or so, all right?"

"Um, okay," I whispered, my breath short and sporadic, in keeping with the rhythm of my enema.

"You don't sound very enthusiastic," my father said. "Is there something I need to know about? You're not in trouble, are you?"

I slowed down my breathing just long enough to catch my breath. I got another pinch for my trouble.

"No, Dad ... every- ... everything is ... fine," I gasped.

"Well, they better be," my father's voice warned. "I better not hear any bad reports on you. If I do, I'll tan your hide when I get back. On your bare butt, too! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Dad," I whispered.

His words brought an unwanted image to mind that sparked my illicit pleasure. For an instant I pictured myself kneeling over the white stone at Mrs. Taylor's patio. I could clearly see my father wrapping his leather belt around his fist. I could also imagine Juanita and Marie and several other girls laughing at me. What the heck was going on with that?

"All right then ... well, let me talk to your ... your mother."

I let loose a long sigh. "Okay ... 'bye, Dad."

"Say 'good bye, Daddy'," Juanita instructed. She slid the huge rubber nozzle in and out of my young rectum as she said this. "Go ahead, say it!" she nudged as the nozzle was finally withdrawn from my bottom.

I shuddered and shivered as my stepmother then vigorously rubbed the slippery tip of the nozzle against my closed sphincter. The sensation was wonderfully obscene. It made me smile at the same time it brought a shiver of shame.

"You like that, don't you, pretty boy," my stepmother said with a grin. All I could do was whimper and shrug my shoulders. "That's what I thought. Now, say 'good bye, Daddy'," she repeated.

"Do I have to?" I whispered.

"Do you want me to tell him how things are really going?"

I shook my head. The feeling of that huge rubber phallus pressing against my bottom felt so good ... I was so ashamed when I realized that was why my penis was so excited. A cloud of dread suddenly darkened everything. I could feel my insides tingling and I was afraid I might squirt any minute.

"G'night ... good ... good bye, D-d-daddy," I stammered into the mouthpiece.

There was a pause in the conversation. I felt a familiar, terrible pressure building up somewhere between my balls and the base of my penis.

"Uh, yeah. What's this 'daddy' stuff? I thought you were too big to talk like that."

I squirmed. "Um, I dunno. It just came out that way."

I frowned as my stepmother mouthed some more words. "Now, tell him you love him," she encouraged.

Blushing brilliantly, I felt so ashamed of myself. "Um, uh ... I ... I ... love ... you ... Daddy. Very much ... Daddy."

A long pause in the conversation made me regret the words, but my stepmom insisted I repeat them.

"Say it again, sweetheart," she cooed. She pressed the large rubber phallus against my puckered sphincter, forcing the tip inside just enough to send a shock way through my body. "Be a good daddy's girl. Say it like you mean it."

I wanted to pull away and run and hide! I just knew I was about to squirt and I did not want to do it while talking to my father! Instead of resisting, however, I squirmed in my stepmother's grip as I obeyed her words.

"Daddy, I love you very much," I said with a slightly louder -- though quavering -- voice.

"Say it again," Juanita said, her voice husky and thick as honey.

"I ... love you, Daddy," I sobbed as I spewed white junk over my legs and the bathroom floor. My whole body shuddered as the spasm overtook my muscles and practically paralyzed me from head to toe.

"Oh, oh!" my stepmother said in a mocking whisper. "Somebody made a nasty little boy mess! I wonder what your big strong daddy would say about his prissy little Bran-DEE now?"

There was another pause, then a masculine chuckle crackled through the earpiece. "I, uh, love you, too, sonny boy. Well, I better go. 'Night, sport. I'll talk to you next week. Let me speak to Juani- ... um, your mother."

"O- ... okay ... Daddy." I felt dizzy as I pulled away from the phone and slid into a helpless, quivering mass on the bathroom floor. I wanted to pass out and rest for a while, but that was not to be.

"Be a sweetie and clean up your little mess while I finish talking with your father," my stepmother ordered. I felt awful as she helped me to my feet and handed me a wet cloth. "And don't you miss any of that awful stuff, please."

Kneeling naked before my stepmother, I did as I was told and scrubbed the floor, my nude form blushing pink in mortification. This whole situation was difficult enough, but I wasn't used to being fondled while talking to my father or having words put in my mouth or my belly full of soapy water. I sighed. There wasn't much I could do until my stepmother got off the phone.

"Yes, he's been a very good boy," she said into the mouthpiece. "We're having a wonderful time together. As a matter of fact, we're becoming very close."

The worst part of all this, believe it or not, was having to wait for Juanita to get off the toilet so I could get rid of my enema. I'd finished cleaning up and was waiting impatiently as she smoked a cigarette and chatted casually with my father on the phone. It felt like I had to wait forever, but she didn't mind. At one point I was dancing and moaning in agony, but Juanita merely smiled, lit up another cigarette and winked at me like she had all the time in the world.

At long last the call came to an end. My stepmother stood up and let me get on the toilet as she said her good-byes. I was letting go of the soapy water in my bowels when she handed me the phone one more time. I blushed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes as she pushed me to resume my "baby talk" with him.

"Be a good boy, Brandon," his voice said from so far away. "And do everything Juanita says. I mean it!"

"I will, Daddy, I promise," I whispered into the mouthpiece. My stepmother whispered some instructions into my ear, punctuating them with a sharp pinch on my bare belly. "I ... I love you, Daddy. I love you bunches!"

There was that moment of hesitation again. "Um, okay, little buddy. See you in a few weeks."

"G'night, Daddy!" I whimpered as he hung up.

I just knew my dad thought I was being some sort of sissy. I'd never talked like that to him -- ever! -- and I dreaded to think what he imagined at that moment.

Juanita smirked like a teenaged girl as she took the phone from my hand. I wanted to run and hide, but I couldn't go anywhere because soapy water was still gushing from my butt into the toilet. I started crying openly at this point and my stepmother was delighted with my reaction.

"Well, your father seemed very pleased to hear what a wonderful helper you've been. I noticed you didn't tell him everything. Imagine that."

I didn't say anything for a moment. The only sound in the room came from the steady stream of warm, sudsy solution pouring from my body. My red face spoke volumes, however. Make no mistake about it; I was a miserable boy, trapped in a hopeless and frightening situation.

"I can't wait for Mrs. Taylor to see you again!" Juanita said when I was finally done. She cleaned my bottom and gave me a huge hug, brushing both of her nipples against my red face. "She already thinks you're the prettiest little boy she's ever seen. Imagine what she'll think when she hears about all the fun things you've been doing! You'll have to watch out ... she'll want to keep you for herself and after the way you've been acting, I just might let her!"

Next I was allowed to sit on the toilet and pee while Juanita filled the tub. I was then treated to a long, lazy bath, during which I was soaped up and scrubbed from head to toe, with not a crevice or crack untouched.

"Such a good boy," Juanita commented as she slid her soapy fingers in and out of my butthole. It wasn't as bad this time and I actually smiled as the curious fingers tickled what was once a secret place. "Your little pussy is so clean and pretty. I see you smiling, you can't hide that big grin from me! Now, tell me the truth, you really enjoy this, don't you? Doesn't it feel nice?"

My face blushed bright red as a bold finger swirled around inside my empty rectum. Gasping for air, all I could say was, "Mmm-hmmmm ...."

I was then helped out of the tub, buffed dry with a huge towel and covered in some sort of sweet, perfumed powder from a pink box. I felt like such a fool as I followed my stepmother around the house -- still naked -- and let her treat me like I was her pet poodle, but there was nothing else for me to do. I certainly couldn't run away in naught but my birthday suit and I was too scared to resist. Instead, I just sucked it up and let her have her way with me. After all, what did it matter as long as nobody saw anything, right?

Chapter Fifteen: A Morning's Social Call

I was standing in my parents' bedroom about an hour later when I was informed that it was finally time for us to leave. Ever since I'd gotten out of the tub I'd had to follow my stepmother around while she bathed and primped and made herself up. I'd been watching her touch up her hair and makeup for about the tenth time that morning, oblivious of the rhyme or reason of her efforts. Being a typical eleven year old boy, I was sick and tired of watching my stepmother go through such a boring routine, though I was too shy to say anything. In fact, if you'd asked me if I was having fun, I would have nodded my head without argument, that's how confused I was at the time.

"Would you like to wear some lipstick today, sweetie?" my stepmother asked.

I looked at her like she was from Mars. I shook my head, afraid to say anything that might offend her.

"Are you sure? You looked awful pretty with it on yesterday. You liked that red color, didn't you? How about some nail polish to match? No? Well, maybe later, then. You're looking awful pale, you know."

My heart pounded like a sledge hammer. Why was she doing this to me? I mean, everybody knows boys don't wear makeup and nail polish, right? Just like they know boys don't like running around naked, either! Thank goodness the phone rang and she was distracted long enough to forget her little offer. Or so I hoped.

"Come along, Brandon. It's time to go." Juanita interrupted my thoughts as she hung up the telephone. She straightened out her clothes and stared in the mirror one more time. She wore a bright, summery sundress with a flared skirt and a halter top that emphasized her large breasts. She looked even taller than before due to the white patent high heels on her elegant feet. "Hand me my purse, pretty boy, and let's head for the car."

Once I realized what was happening, I asked where we were going. Juanita sighed and said, "I already told you once, sweetheart. We're going shopping at the mall, remember? What is the matter, are you deaf or something?"

"You ... you're really ... really are ... taking ... taking me to the mall?" I whispered in total, absolute fear. I picked up her purse from the hall table and held it out like a shield to protect my naked body from her gaze. "But that was ... I mean, I ... I thought you were kidding."

Juanita reached for her purse and pulled open the front door. "Do I look like I'm kidding, little mister?"

Certainly she was teasing. Right? I mean, the very idea of going shopping -- in front of hundreds of total strangers! - - in nothing but my birthday suit absolutely terrified me! There was certainly no way I was going to let myself be humiliated in such a manner, I didn't care what she did to me!

"You can't do that!" I suddenly cried. "You're mean enough to me and I'm not doing it anymore! I don't wanna go naked in public and I don't wanna play this stupid game! I wanna go home! You're not my mother! I want my real mother!"

Quick as a snake, my stepmother grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me close, which prompted me to tug back in a panic. Oh, boy, I was in for it now! Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut? Why did I have to lose my temper and go and ruin everything? Why couldn't I learn my lesson? I mean, after all I'd been through there was no way I was going to get another spanking! I'd do anything ... yes, ANYTHING ... to keep from ever getting spanked again!

"No-o-o-o ...."

SLAPPP!!! A hard, painful smack across my face sent a shock wave of agony through my entire body. How could such a delicate, feminine woman hit so hard?

"Please ... don't ...."

That series of smacks hurt really bad, causing me to yelp out loud, just like an abused puppy dog.

"OW!!! OW!!! OW!!! Please, Juanita, I'll behave!" I begged hysterically.

"Juanita? Is that what you said? Juanita? Juanita who???" my stepmother demanded, giving my face a fresh of slap with each word. "Juanita who??? Juanita who???"

"JUANITA WHO???"

"OW!!!" I squealed, just like a little girl. "I ... ow ... I meant, Mother! Please, Mother, oh, please don't hit me! I'll be good, Mother, I promise! Just don't hit me any more! Please, oh, please, Mother, oh, please!!!???"

Despite the grin on her face, my stepmother's grip locked on my wrist, tightening to the point of scaring me. I actually thought she was going to break my arm.

"That's better, pretty boy. Much better. Now, are you going to do as I say? Am I always going to have to resort to more violence? Or maybe I ought to send you outside to play with your little boyfriends for the rest of the day! Maybe then you'll be grateful you have someone like me to take care of you!"

"Please ... Mother ... don't send me outside where those boys can ...."

The force of her hand slapping against my cheek almost knocked me cross-eyed. It burned my skin, too, just like those pellets did on my bare skin the night before.

"I may just send you home just like you are if you don't straighten up! I can do that very easily."

I looked up at her with wide eyes. "You'd really send me home ... naked?"

Juanita winked like that was something I wanted to do. "We'll do it right now if you want. I'll just take you to the edge of town, drop you off on the side of the road and you can walk all the way home in your bare skin." She gave a huge laugh. "You might even hitch a ride with a car load of girls if you're lucky. That ought to be an interesting trip, don't you think?"

I glanced up at my stepmother and saw those magnificent breasts, hanging loose beneath her dress, heaving up and down as she caught her breath. There was a frightening, amused look in her eyes. I quickly dropped my chin against my naked chest and shook my head.

"Yes, Mother. I mean, no ... Mother. I'll ... I'll be good. I don't want to go home naked."

Juanita nodded. "Argue with me one more time and that's exactly what's going to happen! You can walk all one hundred miles in your birthday suit and you'll deserve everything that happens to you! Just you remember that, little man!"

I wasn't completely stupid. I knew the routine. There was nothing else to say, right?

"Now, go stand in the corner while I go refresh my makeup. We can have fun today if you want. Or it can be misery. It's your choice, my pretty!"

And so I was standing in the hallway with my nose in the corner, waiting for my stepmother, my eyes all teary, when I was finally told it was time to go.

"Brandon, sweetheart, I don't know why you're so fussy about going naked in public," Juanita said with a smile. "Nobody cares about what little boys do or wear. You may think they do, but they don't. If anybody asks, you don't know any better, see? You're just a pretty, silly little boy. You don't need to think. All right? Now, stop making a big deal over nothing. Besides, I know something you don't know."

I just stood there and shrugged. I was too afraid to say anything.

Juanita grinned at me. "Aren't you going to ask me what I know?"

I shrugged again. "Um, I guess. What do you know?"

She looked at me sternly and said, "How about, 'What is it that you know, Mother, dear?' Doesn't that sound better? Say it ... or I'll slap your face and send you home in your birthday suit."

I looked down at my naked legs and feet and I nodded. "I'm ... sorry. What is it ... that ... that you know, Mother ... dear?"

"We're not going straight to the mall," she said in a little girl voice. "We're going to visit one of your little friends first. How about that? Won't that be nice?"

I felt my stomach drop a thousand feet as she handed me Phillip Prewitt's toy race car, the same one that he'd left at Marlene's house the night before. I'd forgotten all about it, and about how I'd brought it home with me when we left Marlene's house. I looked down at the huge car in my hands. I'd normally admire it and play with it and even express the desire for my own. Instead, I treated it like the plague.

"We're ... you're ... we're not going to see Phillip, are we?" I asked, my voice cracking with emotion. "Do we have to? Today? With me naked? Please ... Jua- ... I mean, please, Mother ... don't make me go! Please?"

Juanita furrowed her brow and shook her head as she gathered up her things. "I don't know why you're so upset. We're only going to be a few minutes, that's all. Just long enough to deliver the car and maybe chit-chat for a bit. Then we can go shopping. My goodness, you're such a crybaby!"

A few minutes later I was sitting in my stepmother's tiny sports car, feeling just horrible as she lowered the convertible top. I remembered the previous time she'd driven me around in my birthday suit, taking her time and making little effort to go home with any sort of efficiency. The idea of being seen in public without pants -- or a shirt or anything else for that matter! -- was terrifying for me, and I'd had my share of bad dreams since it first happened.

I crouched down in my seat as the little roadster pulled onto the street, desperate to hide my scant modesty from anyone who happened to catch a glimpse. I was grateful to hold Phillip Prewitt's huge toy car in my lap, just in case.

We hadn't driven more than two blocks before stopping in front of the Prewitt house. I was horrified as my stepmother pulled up to the curb and not in the driveway. I started to say something about having to walk naked such a distance, but a glance in her direction stifled my protest.

Somehow I made it to the front door without causing a riot or getting struck by lightning. I did a little dance of desperation as Juanita took her time ringing the doorbell. I was so eager for someone to answer the door and let me inside, but at the same time I didn't want anyone to be home. Nothing good could come from any of the Prewitt family seeing me in my birthday suit. Not after what happened the day before.

The door suddenly opened and I felt my stepmother pushing me inside. The cool breeze from the air conditioner put goosebumps on my skin as I found myself facing an older but pleasant woman, the very image of a typical housewife. Clad in a crisp housedress, heels, hose and her hair up in an elegant sweep, she looked more like a hostess for a homemaker program on television than the mother of an eleven year old bully.

"Well, look who's here!" exclaimed the enthusiastic woman. She looked strangely familiar to me, but I couldn't place the face. "Hello, Juanita! It is so nice to see you! And hello again to you, too, Brandon! Oops, looks like somebody forgot to put on some clothes this morning," she said with a giggle much younger than her middle-aged looks. "You're just as pretty as the last time I saw you."

I blinked, then I looked from our hostess to my stepmother. "Do ... I ... know ....?"

Juanita interrupted me before I could go any further. "Oh, you know Mrs. McCarty, darling. You should, you've seen her enough times over at Mrs. Taylor's house. Don't you remember knocking over her tea cup the other day?"

I turned a skeptical eye toward the older lady. Mrs. McCarty? At Mrs. Taylor's house? Tea cup? It took me a second before I realized that this was indeed the same beautiful woman who'd attended several of Mrs. Taylor's pool parties, including the last two where I was stark raving naked! She'd seen me at my best and at my worst. I blushed to think how she saw me get my butt beat and I squirmed as I recalled how I'd acted like such a prissy little wimp in front of her and the rest of my stepmother's friends.

And yes, for those of you who are keeping score, I remembered knocking over Mrs. McCarty's tea cup ... with my stupid erect penis, right? I also remembered all the laughter and attention my clumsiness created. The memory of it was humiliating and I felt ill as I ran the event through my mind one more time.

"Oh, I don't know why such a pretty boy would remember an old woman like me," Mrs. McCarty said cheerfully. "The important thing is that I remember you, darling child. I've never been so impressed by a young boy since the day I saw you help serve snacks for all us adults in your birthday suit. You were so polite and helpful, just like a little naked boy-maid. I was so jealous of your mother for having such a darling little boy!"

"What do you say?" Juanita said, nudging me with a sharp fingernail in the butt.

"Tha- ... thank you, Mrs. McCarty," I said softly.

The lovely lady pat me on the head and smiled. "You're so welcome, sweetheart! I just hope you haven't destroyed any more dishes since last time I saw you."

My knees felt weak, but another nudge -- ow! -- from my stepmother prompted me to answer. "Um, no ma'am, I haven't."

"Oh, to be so pretty and have such a nice smile, and you're so polite, too! Brandon, sweetheart, you are such an angel!" She winked at me in a very elegant manner. "I can't wait to see you at one of Mrs. Taylor's parties again. I hear there's a big one coming up real soon!"

Well, by this time I was blushing from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. On top of feeling naked and vulnerable, I felt completely stupid, too. How could this woman, this Mrs. McCarty be Phillip Prewitt's mother?

"Mrs. ... Mrs. McCarty?" I stammered, "You're ... Phillip Prewitt's mom?"

The lovely lady shrugged her shoulders. "Well, technically I'm his stepmother, but I like to think of myself as his mother. A lot like your mother here. Right, Juanita, darling?"

My stepmother looked at me and winked. "Very much so," she said. "We have a lot in common."

I blinked and nodded. "So, is Jenny ...."

"Jennifer," interrupted Mrs. McCarty, "has the same last name I do. She is my daughter by blood, if you will, and she is Phillip's big sister by choice." The smiling woman laughed. "They are quite a pair, I must say. We're having problems with Phillip lack of respect for Jennifer's privacy, but I think a solution is at hand."

I remember scratching my head on that one. "I, um ... I thought Jenny's name was 'Prewitt' ... I never thought it was something else."

The laughing woman pat me on the head and caressed my cheek with her hand. "Oh, that's a common enough mistake, sweetheart. Don't you worry your pretty little head about such things. I'm just glad you came by to see me in your birthday suit. I just love pretty little boys and you are the prettiest I've ever seen! I just love how you wear that pretty butterfly necklace. Most of the time Phillip is all boy ... he'd never agree to wear something like that in public."

Juanita laughed. "You just haven't asked him in the proper manner, Barbara, dear. I'll have to show you how to do that."

There was a long moment of silence. It took me a while to realize both women were looking at me and smiling. I cleared my throat and resisted the urge to cover my nakedness with my hands.

"I hope this is a good time," Juanita suddenly said in a matter of fact tone of voice. She pat me on the shoulder and ran her fingers down my bare back as she talked. You'd think all boys my age ran around in their bare skin judging from the nonchalant way she carried on. "We thought we'd stop by and bring Phillip's little toy car back. He left it over at our neighbor's house yesterday and Brandon didn't want him to worry."

The elegant Mrs. McCarty nodded as my stepmother talked, but her eyes never left me for a second. "That is so sweet. Aren't you the most thoughtful child! Here, let me have that ... thing." She took the car and dropped it on a table in the hallway. I winced at the careless manner in which she handled the expensive toy. "I'll make sure he gets it later. Won't you stay a few minutes? Jennifer is entertaining her friend Marlene and we were all just about to have a little snack."

A cold chill went down my spine. Jennifer ... J-J- Jennifer??? And M-M-Marlene??? They were both ... there??? In the same house??? Holy crap!

I looked up at my stepmother with a pleading look.

"Please, Juanita," I whispered. "I don't want to stay! Please, don't let Jennifer and Marlene see me like this! Please???"

My stepmother stopped me before I could speak another word.

"What did you call me? Who am I? Who? WHO???"

I blinked back the first of many tears. "I'm s-s-sorry ... M-M-Mother ...." I took a deep breath. "Please, Mother, don't let ...."

"Don't even bother. Just smile and do as you're told." Juanita gave me one of those stern looks, you know, with the raised eyebrow. "Mrs. McCarty has seen you in your birthday suit and she thinks you're an angel. And the girls have already seen your bare butt and they like you, too, so I don't know why you're acting this way."

I felt my nose tingle and a burning in my eyes as I thought about all the torment Jennifer and Marlene put me through yesterday. And then with Phillip last night, the whole Mullins-McCarty-Prewitt clan had seen my bare butt and probably thought I was the biggest faggot in the world.

"Yeah, but ...."

"But nothing! Here's what's going to happen today. You will do exactly as you're told, and you'll like it. Do you understand me? I want to see nothing but smiles and hear nothing but 'yes, ma'am' for the rest of the day. I don't care if you end up riding a float in a parade down the middle of town in your birthday suit and a hundred girls see you, you WILL do whatever I tell you and you WILL like it! Do I make myself clear? You better wipe that frown off your face before you answer me!"

I wiped the tears from my eyes and nodded. "Yes, ma'am," I replied. I did my best to smile, but it wasn't very convincing.

My stepmother nodded. "Well, that's a start, at least. Come along ... we don't want our hostess to think we're rude ...."

The next thing that happened was rather odd. It was like a dream, you know, where you're totally naked and everything else is completely normal. Mrs. McCarty invited us into her living room where Jennifer and Marlene were lounging on a sofa thumbing through fashion magazines. I couldn't help but notice both teenaged girls were dressed rather provocatively. Seventeen year old Jennifer wore low cut jeans and a short babydoll t-shirt that showed off her bare belly and sixteen year old Marlene was in cut off jean shorts and a skimpy halter top that did little to hide her shapely breasts. I couldn't help but notice that, embroidered on the front of Jennifer's top -- emphasized by her huge breasts underneath the thin cotton -- were the words "Spoiled Brat!"

No kidding, I thought to myself.

To my horror, Marlene's face lit up when she saw me being pushed into the room by my stepmother. If lightning had struck me dead right then and there, I'd have been a happy boy.

"Wow, look who's here," the grinning blond said as she dropped her magazine and stood up. I couldn't help staring at her breasts as they bounced under the snug halter top. "It's my pretty prissy little boyfriend, Brandon! Come here, pretty boy, and give me a great big hug!"

I blushed from head to toe as the tall beauty took my hand and squeezed my face against her boobs. I felt so helpless as my naked legs brushed against her long legs and my bare feet were stepped on by her stylish shoes. I struggled as she then smothered me with kisses, smearing her lipstick all over my face and making me feel even more foolish. Suddenly releasing her grip on me, she pushed me off balance even further by dragging me around by the hand and making me perform an impromptu pirouette.

"Lookie here, Jennifer! You remember Brandon, don't you?"

The older girl giggled. "How could I forget that head full of curls?" she said with bright enthusiasm. "Or that fat little bare bottom!"

I felt dizzy and embarrassed as I was pushed from one girl to the other. Jennifer caught me in her arms and pulled me up on her lap. I remember the rough texture of her jeans against my bare butt. It made me feel so helpless, like a little child.

"Oh, I just love how you keep Brandon naked all the time, Mrs. Miller," Jennifer said with a bright smile. "He's just about the cutest little thing I've ever seen! I just love my pretty little butterfly boy."

The dark-headed beauty fingered the gold pendant hanging at the base of my throat and then kissed me on the cheek.

"I think I'm going to marry him when he's old enough," she said, causing everyone in the room to laugh. "And when I do I'm going to keep him naked as long as he lives!"

I tried to get away, but Jennifer held me tight and she caressed my bare butt as she would a large cat or some other domesticated pet.

"I didn't realize you two were such good friends," quipped my stepmother. Juanita shot a quizzical look in my direction as she sat on the couch next to Mrs. McCarty.

The seventeen year old spun me around on her lap so I was facing the two older women. I felt like a little doll on display as she continued to caress and tickle my bare skin. Thank goodness my penis was limp. I worried something awful that it would wake up any minute.

Jennifer gushed on and on about how much she liked being around me. "Oh, sure, we're best friends! You little Brandy is such a precious angel! I never thought babysitting a boy would be so much fun, but with the three of us, we had the best time. Didn't we, pretty boy?"

Juanita gave me that raised eyebrow stare. I wiped Jennifer's slobber from my face and nodded. "I guess so," I muttered.

The grinning teenager looked down at me. "Did you come to play with Phillip? It's good timing if you did! He's upstairs being punished right now!"

"We have plenty of time for that later," Mrs. McCarty said. "First, let's have some girl talk."

I watched helplessly as Marlene plopped down and took a seat on the sofa, boxing me in between her and Jennifer. Juanita and Mrs. McCarty then sat on the love seat opposite us, making me feel even more trapped. My stepmother snapped her fingers at me as she would a dog.

"Here, Brandy, stay next to Mother," she ordered.

Following her gesture, I slid off Jennifer's lap and knelt down on the carpeted floor before the two older women. The little group was so close, I was actually within arm's reach of all, like some exotic pet. Sitting with my feet under me, I tucked my frightened penis in between my thighs and tried to pretend I wasn't as naked as the day I was born.

I hope nobody else comes in and sees me like this, I thought sadly. Oh, geez, what if some more of Jennifer's friends show up? What if they brought some little girl, or maybe a girl my age! That would be the worst!

"So," my stepmother said brightly to Mrs. McCarty, "How do you like raising a boy? Is Phillip as bad as I've heard?"

Our hostess put her hand against her bosom and laughed. "Oh, my goodness, it's even worse! He is such a savage! And I thought girls were difficult!"

"Oh, Mother!" Jennifer said with a laugh.

The elder lady looked at me and winked. "Well, at least Jennifer and I have something in common. When Lawrence asked me to marry him, I had no idea I'd be taking charge of such a wild animal! Of course, you know all about that after what Phillip did to your poor Brandy last night. I am so sorry you had to see that."

I blushed to see my stepmother looking right at me. My skin still stung from being hit by all those stupid little plastic pellets and my pride was hurt by seen by the neighborhood guys in that stupid girlie outfit.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I wouldn't give it a second thought." Juanita talked as though the assault on me was nothing more than a nuisance. She winked at me and grinned. "Boys can be a handful sometimes, but there are methods for getting them under control."

I glanced over to see both Marlene and Jennifer smiling at me with the utmost approval on their faces.

"I can see that," the older woman said with a nod. "You've obviously done well with your little sweetie. I'm learning, well, Jennifer and I are both learning, thanks to you and Liz and the others."

The younger McCarty nodded vigorously. "I've learned lots, Mrs. Miller. Especially the last couple of days."

"Me, too!" chimed in Marlene.

My stepmother raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Such as?"

Marlene grinned first at my stepmother and then at me. "Oh, I've learned that taking care of little boys can be a lot more fun than I thought. Especially pretty little boys like little Brandon here. He is so easy to get along with. You can play with him and dress him up funny and tease him about it, and he doesn't mind so much. He is really special!"

Jennifer jumped in with, "Yeah, it's like that pretty little butterfly necklace. Phillip is such a hypocrite. He sneaks around in my closet, but he'd throw such a fit if we tried to make him wear something like that in front of us! Brandon is so much more fun than my stupid little brother!"

Mrs. McCarty reached over and pat her daughter on the knee. "Don't worry, dear. We'll make some changes. It just takes time, that's all."

The dark-haired girl kept staring at me. "I know. Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Taylor will help us with that, right?"

Needless to say, I didn't like what I was hearing, what little I understood. I was really confused when our hostess suddenly asked if we'd like anything to drink. My stepmother suggested coffee and not knowing what else to say, I just nodded when I was asked if I'd like some milk.

"Anything for you, Bran-DEE!" said Jennifer with a knowing gleam in her eye. With that, both teenagers exited the room in a whirl of giggles and chatter.

"I wonder if she'll bring it in a bottle," Juanita joked while we waited for the laughing girls to return from the kitchen.

A cold chill of fear swept over me, but I was relieved to see a real glass of milk on the tray when our young hostess returned. There were even three types of homemade chocolate chip cookies. Having not eaten any solid food for the past couple of days, I eagerly took a sample of each.

"Oh, Brandon, please don't be such a pig," my stepmother chided. "How rude!"

Jennifer laughed. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Miller. Perhaps I should have asked first. I hope this doesn't ruin his lunch."

"That's all right," Juanita said, giving me a stern look. "It'll be his own fault if he gets an upset stomach. I have ways of dealing with such things. It's amazing, what you can do with a hot water bag and a rubber hose."

I winced at the thought of another enema. Why were people so interested in my doggone butt? Regardless, the room filled with good-natured laughter. I just hung my head and wished I was a thousand miles away.

My babysitter giggled like a little girl. "Oh, we know all about that! Yesterday I showed Jennifer all about how a little soap and water and petroleum jelly can catch a little boy's attention," she said with a bright, womanly laugh.

Juanita laughed. "Oh, that's right! Jennifer, you helped Marlene give Brandon an enema yesterday. How did that go? You didn't have any problems, did you?"

The older teenager winked at me and laughed. "Oh, no, we didn't have any problems at all. I never would have thought a boy would like having a couple of girls play with his bottom like that, but I guess I was wrong. He acted like he hated it, but you could tell he just loved it! I can't wait to do that again!"

The women continued to talk for the longest time, leaving me to wonder how long I'd have to sit there in my birthday suit. I worried myself to death about Phillip or somebody else coming in and seeing me stark naked, or maybe even another adult. Or what about another adult and their daughter! What if she was a girl my age? Or younger? Holy crap! Didn't I have enough to worry about? I tried to imagine all sorts of horrible scenarios, but the anxiety was too great. Instead, I tried to focus my thoughts on wishing to heaven the day would come to an end and I could get back under the covers and hide for the rest of my life.

It was a strange feeling, kneeling there naked on the floor while my stepmother and her lady friends chit-chatted as if that was the natural thing to do. Except for my stepmother reaching over once in a while and stroking my bare back and patting my hair like I was her pet poodle, I was pretty much ignored.

At one point Mrs. McCarty glanced at me and grinned. "My goodness, Brandon, you are the sweetest, most polite boy I've ever seen. Here we women are busy talking the day away and you're just as quiet as a mouse. Really, I cannot believe how well behaved you are! I wish I could get Phillip to be as well behaved!"

"Me, too!" Jennifer said brightly.

"It's not that difficult," replied Juanita. She ran her fingers along my cheek and down my bare back, sending a shiver over my naked skin. "Brandon wasn't quite this ... shy ... when I first got hold of him a couple of weeks ago. But since his daddy went out of town, we're making progress."

"Brandon is really easy to get along with," offered Marlene. "All I had to do was threaten to stop playing with his pretty bottom and he did whatever I wanted."

Once more the whole room filled with feminine laughter.

"Well, I wish Phillip was as well trained," sighed Mrs. McCarty. "Where is he anyway ... oh, yes, I almost forgot. Silly me, he's still being punished! The poor thing, he's been all alone upstairs for more than an hour. Excuse me a moment while I fetch him."

Jennifer suddenly grabbed me by one hand and Marlene grabbed the other. "I have a better idea," the older girl said with an evil grin. "How about Marlene and I take Brandy upstairs to see Phillip? They can play together while you guys talk for a little while."

The two adult women nodded. "That's fine," said Juanita. She gave me a stern stare. "Let me know if my little darling gives either one of you any trouble."

Marlene squeezed my hand and grinned. "Oh, he won't," she said with a wink. "After yesterday, we're good friends. Aren't we, sweetie?"

I shot a guilty glance at the blond teenager, then to her grinning companion. Each of my captors seemed to know something I didn't. Why did I have the feeling something horrible was about to happen?

Suddenly both girls pulled me into the hall. I felt sick as they tugged me toward the stairs. Jennifer called out, "Oh, Phillip! You've got company! I bet you can't guess who it is!"

I looked back at my stepmother and Mrs. McCarty. Juanita smiled as she settled back with her cup of coffee and a cigarette.

"Bye, sweetie! I'll see you in a bit," she said as I was dragged up the steps.

"Have fun!" said a grinning Mrs. McCarty.

I felt myself growing weaker by the moment ....

(to be continued ....)