Danny and the Girl Next Door Part 3
By David

Copyright 2011 by David, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 3

Hannah Wilson looked out her living room window in amazement. Danny Gilbert stood on the front porch of the house next door and was he ever mad! Hannah giggled as the naked boy banged on the door of his own home. The door was obviously locked and he was desperate as to what to do. He tugged on the knob. He yelled. He banged on the door some more. He tried the knob again. And, of course, he tried yelling again. It took a few minutes, but he finally gave up and sat down on a wicker chair and put his face in his hands.

"I think he's crying," Hannah whispered to her mother. "Yep, he's crying, all right. Wow, I never would have thought that."

"Poor baby," Mrs. Wilson cooed. "Serves him right, the little sweetheart. He should have checked the door before he went outside, huh?"

Sure enough, from his seat on the Gilbert's front porch the tearful twelve year old was staring right at them, his eyes wide and his mouth formed in a pout. His face aghast and his hands up in the air in disbelief, he looked as though his world just ended.

"You locked me out!" he yelled. "How am I supposed to get back in?"

Hannah waved at the bewildered boy, ignoring his plea for help. He looked so cute with in his birthday suit. She was amazed at how soft and feminine he looked with no clothes on. With his long dark blond hair he had an elfish look, almost like one of the little fairies the decorated her bedroom wall.

All he needs are a set of wings and some sparkles and he'd be perfect, she said to herself. That would be awesome!

Hannah then turned toward her mother. Her mom looked so pretty in her dress, her hair so well groomed, her face bright and cheerful with just a touch of makeup. The chubby thirteen year old blinked. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought her mother was having as much fun as she was.

"Don't you feel sorry for him?" the teenager asked. "Just a little bit?"

"Mmm … not really? Why? Do you?"

The heavy girl turned her pimpled face to the window and sighed. Daniel Gilbert was now peeking over the bushes that bordered the front of his house. Then he went and sat back down on the wicker chair. He'd apparently decided it was safer to wait there until his mother came home.

A burst of laughter interrupted the melancholy mood. Hannah rolled her eyes as her mother pulled her close and embraced her.

"Mom, please! You're smothering me!"

"Oh, Hannah, you are so sweet! After all you've been through, you still feel sorry for people who do you wrong." Mrs. Wilson kissed her daughter on the forehead and stroked her thin, wispy hair. "I'm going to have to break you of that. That 'puppy dog,' if you remember, bit us both last summer. He deserves a little humiliation, don't you think?"

Mrs. Wilson hugged her daughter and kissed her on the cheek.

"That's all right, sweetheart. Right now he is kinda cute, even if he's pretty pitiful."

"More like kinda pitiful and pretty cute," replied the grinning girl.

The pretty woman was pleased. "Now you're in the spirit of things! This is fun, isn't it? When was the last time you got back at somebody? Never, right? Well, there's nothing wrong with a little revenge. It's time you understood that. Trust me, you can learn a lot from your ugly old mother! Stick with me, kid, and it'll get better. I promise!"

Hannah nodded her head and grinned. She glanced back out the window to see Daniel pouting in his chair. She couldn't believe that just a few minutes ago she'd actually gotten to lay her hands on his naked body. It was one of the most exciting things she'd ever done in her entire life! She thought about how much fun she had teasing and tickling him until he cried. Her face turned red as she remembered how great it felt to have such control over somebody else. Especially somebody who caused her so much misery.

"This really is pretty great. I'm just sad it's all over."

Mrs. Wilson put her hands on her hips and struck her patented what-did-I-tell-you pose.

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Daniel Gilbert was never so happy – or so scared! – as when his stepmother finally got home. The frustrated seventh grader had been sitting on the front porch for an eternity, worried and terrified every time a car drove by the house. At least it seemed an eternity. Being naked does that to you. With no watch to tell the time, no clothes to hide your bare body, no defenses, no way to escape or protect yourself, time and space get all confusing and panic sets in. At least that's what Daniel figured out sitting on the front porch in his birthday suit.

This is really weird, he thought. I feel kind of dizzy out in the open like this.

As soon as he saw his stepmother's car he got up and stood shyly at the front door. He could not wait to get inside. Being naked outdoors was even less fun than being naked indoors. Maybe if his stepmother saw how upset he was she might put an end to his punishment and forget any of this ever happened.

"Well, hello, pretty boy. What are you doing out here all alone this fine evening?" Delores Gilbert asked as she walked up the steps two bags of groceries in her arms. "It's nice of you to meet me at the front door like this. Here, take these to the kitchen and get busy. You're fixing supper tonight."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's get going!"

Daniel looked down and shuffled his bare feet. "Um, well, I can't get in. The door is locked."

The aggravated child explained how he'd been interrupted by their neighbors. Though he loathed to admit it, he described how he'd been startled when they first arrived and how he'd fallen down and then awakened on the couch. He didn't dare go into much detail, but he did say that there had been an argument and that he'd been unable to finish his chores.

Daniel bit his lip. He hated being called "Danny." But right now he other things to worry about, like being punished for something he didn't do.

"That's not what happened! I wasn't taking a nap! You don't understand!"

"Don't you raise your voice to me! You're right, I don't understand. Try again. And you better not try to lie your way out of this!"

The trembling boy took a deep breath. He felt that stupid tingling in his nose and the tears in his eyes, but he was trying his best not to cry. Not now. Not like this.

The tall woman cocked an eyebrow upward and smiled. "It sounds to me like you got caught being lazy. So you didn't get all your chores done? What about your homework?"

Daniel was aghast. His stepmother was ignoring all the important stuff. It was like she didn't care that he'd been held against his will and tickled and teased until he about had a heart attack. She didn't care that he'd been bullied and touched in places people weren't even supposed to be seeing. The fact that he'd been seen naked by a girl didn't seem to even matter!

The flustered child sighed. Brushing his long dark blond hair over his ear, he gave his stepmother a report on all he'd done, taking care to explain that he still hadn't finished.

"See, it's not my fault! They ... they distracted me and kept me from getting all my stuff done! Then when I was taking out the trash I got locked outside. It's not my fault!"

Delores Gilbert was not at all sympathetic, of course. Instead of consoling her stepson she fussed at him for goofing off and not taking care of his responsibilities.

"So, I thought we had a deal. What happened? You still haven't done the beds or the laundry or your homework? I said I wouldn't paddle your butt if you did your part, remember? Is that what you want me to do? I think maybe you actually like getting your fat little butt beat!"

"Nooooooooo ...."

"Or maybe you want me to call your father. Is that it? I'll do it right now if that's what you want!"

"No, please don't call him! I told you, it wasn't my fault! You've got me all twisted around ...." He looked up and wiped his eyes. Why did his stepmother look like she was enjoying this? "Can we please go inside? I hate being naked outside like this."

The phone was ringing when they entered the kitchen. Daniel's stepmother picked up the receiver and answered it. She then turned to face him.

"This is for me. Get to work on supper. And hurry up! After we're done eating I'm going out."

Daniel blinked. "You're going out? W- ... What about me?"

"What about you? You're staying here. Unless, of course, you want to parade around town with a bunch of women in your birthday suit." She laughed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, my little naked thief. You probably think showing off your pretty little ass is fun."

The tearful boy shook his head. "Nooo.... That's not what I meant!" he whined as his stepmother turned her attention back to the telephone.

Daniel wasn't a cook, that was for certain. But he did know how to prepare simple meals. Padding about the huge kitchen in his bare feet, the naked boy put away the groceries and proceeded to work on the main course, what his stepmother called "the big salad." He knew exactly what to do as he'd done this many times in recent weeks. His stepmother always insisted that he prepare it in a precise manner. In a huge bowl he carefully arranged the three kinds of lettuce and the little plum tomatoes and olives and cucumbers and shredded carrots just as he'd been instructed. There were also three kinds of cheeses to be applied, plus that weird vinegar and olive oil stuff. It was tedious and worrisome work, especially for a twelve year old boy, but he didn't have much choice.

"This is an awful lot of salad," he mused. "I hope we don't have to eat on this all weekend. I want some real food, too, darn it!!"

At long last Delores was off the phone and it was time to eat. Daniel plated the salad, first for his stepmother, then himself. It actually looked kinda good. He was not a big salad eater but he was definitely hungry.

Delores started on him again while they ate. "When you're done with supper you can start on the laundry, then come back and clean up the kitchen. After that you can finish the rest of your chores, then homework. I want all this done before I get home, so no television tonight. All right?" A moment of silence followed, then, "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he muttered.

There's a monster movie on television tonight, too, he said to himself. I guess I'm gonna miss it now. Maybe I can sneak in a few minutes of it if I get my stuff done ....

Daniel was barely into his salad when the doorbell rang. He looked at his stepmother, his eyes wide and anxious. She smiled.

"Oh, that's just Margarite. She and I are going out tonight, remember? Go let her in while I finish up."

The stunned boy could not believe his ears. "I can't answer the door like this! I'm still naked!"

"But, Delores …."

"Or maybe I should call your father?"

A tearful Daniel tromped along a path of shame to the front door, his head bowed and his arms hanging loose. He dreaded letting Margarite see him naked. She was his stepmother's sister and for the most part they got along fairly well. She had a strange sense of humor, especially with her "favorite nephew." She was always teasing him and saying things he never understood and making him feel dumb.

The good news was that "Auntie" Margerite was really pretty, especially in the face, although she was sort of fat. That was all right. Her most attractive features – especially from a twelve year old boy's point of view – were her huge breasts. Daniel thought they were amazing and he had a bad habit of staring at them. His aunt didn't seem to mind. Despite her odd ways she played along, smashing his face against her boobies whenever she hugged him. He secretly loved when she did that. Or at least he used to.

Not today, not today, he prayed silently. Please, oh please, lord, don't let her do that to me today! Any day but today!

It was just as he expected. Margarite's gorgeous face lit up when the naked boy answered the door. Her wide, smiling eyes went up and down his body with meticulous intensity before she even stepped a foot into the house.

Sure enough, the blushing twelve year old found his face buried in between those two magnificent breasts, this time longer than usual. Or so it seemed. He nearly passed out from the lack of air before she finally released him. All that was followed by the customary salvo of smothering kisses. His naked body trapped in an awkward embrace, he squirmed in vain as a curious hand slid up and down his bare back, pausing more than once to pat his exposed bottom and giving it a playful tickle, then a pinch.

"Margerite, stop it! That tickles!" The giggling boy wiped his eyes on his arm and tried to look serious. "It's not my fault I'm naked! Delores made me!"

"Well, I love it!" the smiling woman replied. "You should meet me at the front door like this more often, baby doll! It's not often that your ugly old Auntie Margarite gets to play with such a pretty butt!"

Another pinch and some more tickling made him squirm and snigger even more, which was frustrating considering the seriousness of the situation.

"It's not funny," the naked boy said unconvincingly. He tried to hide his smile. "I'm not kidding! It's not funny," he repeated.

"Then why are you laughing?" Margerite grinned. She stroked his long, silky locks with genuine affection. "I know why. Because it's fun, that's why!"

"Noooooo! It's noooooooooooooot!"

Daniel Gilbert tried to untangle himself from his aunt's embrace but she held on tight. He felt like a little child as the plump woman led him through the house and into the kitchen. His stepmother had an evil grin for him when she saw his situation.

"I see you've met my pretty little helper. Isn't he cute? I may have to keep him like this from now on."

The nude child felt dizzy as the adults teased and fussed over him. For a moment he thought he was going to pass out … again.

Daniel did as he was told. His aunt added insult to injury by asking if he would serve her. Sighing helplessly, the naked boy carried the bowl of salad over and carefully spooned out just the right amount. The plump woman slid her arm around his waist and she kissed him on the cheek.

"Oooo, this is fun!" She kissed him again, then pinched his bottom.

"Margerite! Stop it, please!"

The big woman giggled like a young girl. "I love being waited on by my pretty little nephew! This is the best part of my day so far!"

Daniel tried to move toward the kitchen, but he couldn't escape. He felt so exposed as he stood trapped between the two women. He thought about Hannah and her use of the phrase "slave boy." He hated that almost as much as he hated the word "Danny."

Well, that's what I feel like right now, he thought as his aunt gave his bare bottom another tickle and a sharp tweak. A stupid little sissy slave boy!

"Ow! Delores, please make her stop it!"

The flustered boy had barely gotten settled back in his seat when the doorbell rang again. Once again he looked toward his stepmother.

"I wonder who that might be?" she said with a smile.

"Please don't make me answer the door, Delores!" the naked boy begged. "I really don't wanna!"

Mrs. Wilson frowned. "What did you call me?"

Daniel's eyes went wide with panic. He glanced at his grinning aunt, cleared his throat and whispered. "Um, I mean, Mother. Please don't make me answer the door, Mother."

The grinning woman nodded. "Oh, go ahead and eat, honey bunny. I'll answer it this time."

Margarite snorted as her nephew squirmed in his seat. "The next thing you know she'll be having you call her 'mommy.' Would that be fun?"

"Fun for you, not for me," Daniel replied sourly. He pulled his hair over his face in an attempt to hide.

His pretty aunt laughed. "Hmmm ... Maybe I'll suggest that to her."

"Please don't. This is embarrassing enough for me! Please don't do that!"

"Why do you pretend to be so fussy? I saw you smiling just now. It's obvious you're having fun running around in your birthday suit."

Daniel frowned. "No, I'm not! It's awful! I hate it!"

The frustrated child thought about what it would be like to live with Margerite. The thought of being trapped naked in the clutches of his mischievous aunt sent chills down his bare spine. Some of the things she talked about and threatened to do to him were scary.

I don't think that would be a good idea, he thought silently.

The sound of feminine voices suddenly distracted the worried boy. He felt his stomach churn nervously upon hearing the sound of his stepmother and someone else approaching the dining room. It sounded like more than one person this time … someone familiar … someone dangerous.

"Oh, crap … don't let it be …." he whispered.

The next thing he knew Hannah Wilson and her mother were standing there before him, their smiling faces looking right at him. Daniel wanted to die! This was the worst thing that could have ever happened to him!

Daniel felt sick. He could not believe that fat cow Hannah – "Hannah the Hippo" as they called her at school – was back! Almost as bad was Hannah's mother, the beautiful and intimidating Mrs. Wilson, who was standing before him, beaming with excitement.

"Hello, Danny," the pretty woman cooed sweetly. "I bet you didn't expect to see us again so soon, did you?"

The naked boy was appalled. He clutched his legs together and hunched over at shoulders. Maybe if he was lucky they wouldn't see anything worthwhile.

"Delores, don't let them in here! I still ain't got no clothes on! They're not supposed to see me!"

"Oh hush, Danny! That was uncalled for. Don't be rude. Be nice."

Daniel looked up at Hannah and her mother. They were both eyeing at him in a way that made him want to cry.

"Soooo, did you miss us, sweetie?" Mrs. Wilson chirped teasingly.

"Um, not really," the shaken boy muttered. "Please go home! Pleeeeeeeeeeease???"

The naked boy was miserable, but it didn't seem to matter to anybody else. Everywhere he looked he was surrounded by smiling faces and knowing glances.

"I'm sorry," Daniel whispered, his eyes cast downward in disgrace, hidden under his long dark blond hair.

Mrs. Gilbert stared at him. "What did you just call me?"

Daniel lowered his eyes and sniffed. "I'm sorry ... Mother."

"Now, try again. What was your question?"

The angry boy sighed. "I asked if I had to stand up. I ain't got no clothes on and I don't want them looking at me!"

Someone chuckled. The red-faced boy gave Hannah a hard stare.

"Oh, don't be shy now, pretty boy," Mrs. Wilson said with a smile. "We've already seen everything there is to see. You didn't mind running around in front of us in your birthday suit earlier this afternoon."

Daniel shook his head as he tried to figure out what he'd just heard.

"Danny! Get up and set a place for our guests. I'm not telling you again!"

"But Delores ...."

He didn't get to finish. His stepmother grabbed his arm and pulled him out of his chair, forcing him onto his feet. At the last minute he managed to clench his penis in between his legs so nobody could see it. He looked down to make sure he was hidden, then then he looked up. His stepmother was glaring at him.

"What are you supposed to call me?" she said in a menacing voice.

Daniel was now scared. "I'm sorry, Mother ...."

As the frightened boy looked around he noticed that everyone's eyes had dropped down to gaze at his nakedness. He put his hands over his privates and bent over to hide his shame.

"Stop it!" Delores Gilbert fussed. "Stop touching yourself and put your hands down! And stand up straight, for pity's sake! What's wrong with you? Do you want another whipping?"

"But she's gonna see me again!"

Daniel regretted the words as soon as he said them. Like in a slow motion scene in a movie, his stepmother spun him around and pulled him over her lap. He didn't even try to resist. He couldn't. It was as though his will had been drained completely away. A slow, deep sob shook his entire being. He wasn't sure which was worse, the fact that he was about to get spanked or that his naked bottom was facing up where everyone could see it!

"Nooooo ... Please dooooooon't!!! Not thaaaaaaaaat ...."

The rough texture of his stepmother's trousers felt weird against his bare legs and belly. But that sensation paled against the burning blows that were inflicted on his naked bottom.

"OW! OW! OWOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

It was over faster than it began. Normally when Delores spanked him it was a long, drawn out ordeal. This time he barely had time to react before it was over. In no time he was standing beside his stepmother, wiping his tears on his naked arm and trying to ignore the smirking faces that surrounded him.

"Are you going to argue anymore?"

"No, Delores."

SLAP!!! His bottom felt like it was on fire!

"What's my name? What are you supposed to call me?"

WHAP!!!

"I'm sorry, Mother! Please, don't hit me anymore!" He took a deep breath and let it out with what sounded like a sob. "Please, no more spanking ... Mother."

"Say it again. Say you're sorry and call me 'mother' when you do it."

SMACK!!!

"OW!!!". Daniel took a deep breath and bit his lip. "I'm sorry, Mother! I really am! I am so sorryyyyyyyyyyyyy …."

"That's better. Now, go set the table. We have guests. I'm sure they didn't come over here to see you get your butt beat."

Daniel sniffed back a tear and stood up. This time he didn't bother trying to hide his penis, which had shrunk to a tiny dot just above his testicles. He glanced toward Hannah Wilson and saw her watching him carefully. He fought the urge to cover himself. Instead he brushed his hair back from his eyes and tried to act normal. Of course, it wasn't easy pretending as though running around in his birthday suit for a bunch of women and girls was the most natural thing in the world for him to be doing.

It's going to be a long night, he thought as he walked toward the kitchen.

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Hannah could hardly believe what was happening. Seated at the Gilbert dining table with her mother, Mrs. Gilbert and Mrs. Gilbert's sister, she felt like a grown up. From the moment she arrived she was talking and giggling with these adult women as though they were her friends and not just a bunch of old women.

The pimply faced girl shrugged. "I don't think so. My mom bought me all this stuff. I normally don't like buying clothes, but ...."

"We're trying to break out of our shell," Mrs. Wilson interrupted. "Sometimes we just need a little push."

Mrs. Gilbert nodded. "Well, I think you look cute! What do you think, Danny? Doesn't Hannah look nice?"

All eyes turned toward the blushing boy sitting before them. Hannah smiled to see him brush his long dark blond hair over his ear, an obvious nervous twitch. She felt a twinge of excitement as she joined her mother and their friends in looking at him. To be part of something so unusual, so ... what was that word?

Risqué? Is that it? she wondered. It sounds right. It doesn't matter. This is the most fun I've had in years!

The subject of discussion for the rest of the evening was, of course, the quiet boy sitting across from her. Daniel Gilbert had the goofiest grin on his face. Actually, it looked somewhere between a pout and a smile. A grimace, really. He looked as if he was embarrassed and flattered and confused and excited and ready to cry, all at the same time. She couldn't blame him. She figured she'd feel the same if she'd been in his position.

No, I'd probably just drop dead from shame if it was me, the pimply faced girl thought as she studied the blushing boy. If I was naked and got spanked in front of a bunch of people, especially in front of a cute boy like Danny Gilbert, I'd just die, no question about it!

Hannah thought about her experience earlier in the day with the naked boy. If that was fun then supper with him was, well, educational, to say the very least. And in a good way, too, not like a boring lecture educational or a reading a text book educational. It wasn't every day, after all, that she got to see a good looking boy her age get a bare bottom spanking! This was all new and exciting and she was learning a lot of good stuff that – while she didn't know it at the time – would prove useful later on.

"… so I told Danny if he was going to run off on me whenever his father was out of town, he had a choice," Mrs. Gilbert explained. "I could call the police on him for stealing and running away, or else he could stay in the house in his birthday suit. So far it's worked. He hasn't run away a single time since he chose going naked."

Margerite reached over and gave her little nephew a ferocious hug. "Now see, I was told that he was being made to show off his cute little butt. It sounds to me like he had a choice after all."

"That's not what happened!" the red-faced boy protested. "I … she … Delores made me! It's not my fault!"

"Danny! Watch your mouth, young man!" Delores Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Do you want another spanking?"

Hannah's eyes went wide as she watched the blushing boy's reaction. A look of panic set in his face and for an instant he looked right at the pimply faced girl. He was clearly terrified by his stepmother's threat. He shook his head and bit his lip.

"Nooooo … I was just saying …."

"Nobody wants to hear your lies," Mrs. Gilbert interrupted. "Keep it up and I'll turn you over my knee again. You will behave. Do you understand me?"

Hannah felt a little thrill go through her body as she watched the naked boy's eyes water up. He looked from his stepmother to the smiling girl, staring hard and long as if it was all her fault. Hannah, in turn, smiled back. That was the best thing she could have done. The naked boy realized she was not to be intimidated and he lowered his eyes. She almost felt sorry for him, but her fascination overrode her sympathy.

"Poor little thing," Margerite said cheerfully. "He's so misunderstood. Don't worry, honey. Auntie Margerite will protect you from the big bad Delores."

Mrs. Gilbert snorted. "You better watch out, sister dear. You're not too big for me to put over my lap, too, you know."

Hannah couldn't help but giggle. She'd never been part of such a conversation in her entire life. She looked at her mother and grinned.

"Oh, it's all right, sweetie," Mrs. Wilson told her daughter. "They're just being silly. Believe it or not, but us old ladies aren't that much different than you and your friends. Just a little older, that's all."

The plump girl shrugged and nodded. "That's okay. I'm having fun. I just never got to spend much time with a naked boy before, that's all."

The three women turned their attention to the pimply faced girl. Mrs. Gilbert smiled sweetly.

"So what do you think so far? It is kind of fun, isn't it?"

Hannah nodded her head enthusiastically. "It's the best! I'm learning a lot!"

It was Margerite's turn to ask a question. "Oh, really? Like what, sweetie?"

The grinning girl looked at her mother, then toward the blushing Daniel. "Oh, I don't know. A lot of stuff I guess," she said shyly.

"What about the way he looks naked?" Margerite prodded. "Is this the first boy you've seen naked?"

Hannah nodded enthusiastically. The women all laughed.

"Sooooo … do you think he's cute without any clothes on? Or maybe just the opposite? Do you think he's gross?"

Hannah snickered. "Oh, he's not gross at all. He's really, really cute! Most definitely cute!"

Mrs. Wilson cackled. "She's always thought Danny was cute. Even before she saw him in his birthday suit."

The plump girl with the pimply face nodded. "That's true. But now that I've seen him naked … wow! I just love how sweet he looks without his clothes! Sure, I always thought he was the cutest boy at school. He has the prettiest hair and face, you know. I wish I had his hair. I wish I had his figure, too!"

She snorted as she tried to stifle a giggle. Mrs. Wilson patted her on the arm.

"We're big fans of Danny's cute figure," the pretty woman explained.

Hannah nodded eagerly. "Oh, yeah! Big fans! When you see that cute little figure without any clothes, he's like a little baby doll that you just want to look at and hug and take care of."

The three women all chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"Did you hear that, honey?" Margerite reached over and gave the shamed boy a pinch on the cheek. "You're just like a sweet little baby dolly. What do you think of that?"

Daniel shrugged. His bashful response triggered another round of merriment among the females.

"He does have a gorgeous little shape," said Margerite. "And that plump little bottom is just made for pinching."

"Or spanking," observed Delores Gilbert.

"Well, I also think it's really interesting that he has titties," Hannah said. She couldn't help but giggle as the words came out of her mouth. "I've never seen boys with titties before. On anybody else they'd be gross, but Danny's little boobies are so darling on him! Now I can't imagine him without them!"

With that the entire table erupted in feminine laughter. Mrs. Gilbert, Aunt Margerite, even Hannah's own mother, everyone busted out in response to the grinning teen's comment.

"He does have the cutest little boobies," Margerite agreed. "See how they jiggle around, just like a girl's!"

The mischievous woman slid her arm around her nephew's shoulders and pulled him close. Hannah snickered as she quickly reached in and grabbed one of Daniel's nipples and tugged on it. The squirming boy tried in vain to get away.

"Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy," the bosomy woman sang. "Danny's got titties! Danny's got titties!"

The other women immediately joined in and sang "Danny's got titties!" until they were all hysterical with laughter. Hannah felt so happy. She rarely got such a response when talking to anybody, much less a roomful of adults. She looked over at the red-faced Daniel. He looked absolutely devastated. That made her smile, too.

Once the group composed themselves, the conversation resumed. Mrs. Gilbert turned toward Hannah and smiled. "Now that we know how you feel about Danny's looks, I'm curious. Does he act any different naked? Is he the same way at school or is he different?"

"Oh, he's a completely different person without his clothes on," the chubby teenager offered. "In a good way, I mean."

"A completely different person, you say?" said Mrs. Gilbert. "That's interesting. Very interesting, indeed."

"Completely different in a good way," Mrs. Wilson pointed out.

Hannah looked at the frowning Daniel and giggled. She was enjoying her moment in the limelight and she was going to make the most of it.

"Oh sure! At school Danny's so serious, like he thinks he's got to be tough or cool or whatever around his little social circle. Sometimes he gets kind of arrogant and won't talk to me and my friends. But he's not like that now. He's such a little sweetheart now that he doesn't have any pants or anything on."

"That's interesting," Mrs. Gilbert said, shooting a dark stare at her naked stepson.

Hannah nodded. "I think so, too! At school today, for instance, he was kinda snotty. He wouldn't even say hi to me. But then this afternoon he was so adorable when Mom and I saw him doing his chores in his birthday suit. He was just sweeping away and dancing around like he was having the best time ever! He was really cute, wasn't he, Mom?"

Mrs. Wilson nodded her head. "Hannah is right. He was such a little cutie. And he was so funny! Oh, at first he was a little shy about us being here, but in no time all he was giggling and keeping us entertained. We had a good time, didn't we Danny honey?"

Hannah watched Daniel's reaction as all the eyes in the room turned toward the horrified boy. He looked like he was going to be sick.

"Um, not really," he said softly. He glanced at Hannah and then lowered his eyes back down in shame.

The naked boy's eyes welled up with tears. "It wasn't fun! Maybe it was for you, but not for me!"

Mrs. Gilbert sighed. "See, that's what I was talking about. You can't hide anything when you're in your birthday suit, honey bunny. It's just like Hannah said, you put on airs and act all snooty at school. Then you bring that home and think you can get away with stealing and lying. You can't do that without any clothes on, can you? Hmm? Hmmm?"

Throughout the rest of the meal Hannah found out all sorts of things about Daniel. The matter of the rumors he'd spread the summer before came up and her suspicions about him getting whipped were confirmed. Then Mrs. Gilbert brought up the stealing again, which rekindled her own anger as well as Daniel's shame.

"Now he can't hide anything because he doesn't have any pockets to put them in, isn't that right, my pretty little petty thief? You know what will happen if I ever catch you stealing again, don't you? Hmm? Hmmm?

Hannah was particularly surprised – and thrilled – to get to hear about how her chastened schoolmate been hiding pornography in his room.

"See? This is what I have to put up with!" Mrs. Gilbert showed her guests some of the magazines she'd found in Daniel's footlocker. "I know this is something all boys go through, but I don't think it's the right message he should be getting about how to deal with women and girls."

Mrs. Wilson picked up one of the magazines and thumbed through it. Hannah took advantage of the situation and did the same. She felt her face glow with excitement. The glamour magazine was kind of interesting, with grown women naked or parading around in frilly nighties, skimpy maids costumes and little else. The youngster found the adventure magazine ridiculous with its helpless females waiting to be rescued.

"This is silly," she said to her mother. "All these girls tied up and with their clothes all ripped up? Who buys this stuff?"

Mrs. Wilson shook her head. "The other half of the human race, sweetie, that's who. It's sad, but true."

Margerite chuckled. "Maybe Hannah would like it better if the pictures showed boys tied up with their clothes ripped up instead?"

Hannah shot a giggling grin toward Daniel and enthusiastically nodded her head. "That sounds pretty good to me!"

The women all laughed while the forlorn boy sat with his head lowered.

Hannah found the nudist magazine to be the most interesting. She was fascinated in seeing what looked like normal families out picnicking, camping and playing sports ... only they were all in their birthday suits! She was amazed at how casual everyone seemed to be acting, like it was no big deal at all to be naked. There were even a few girls as big as she was, just standing around and smiling or having fun playing croquet and swimming in a creek.

I don't think I could ever do that, she thought to herself. Not in front of other people.

Hannah was particularly surprised to see the variety of genitalia among the men and boys. Her curiosity at a peak, she was quick to notice how much of a difference hair played in identifying age. She saw several boys Daniel's age with varying patches of growth just above their privates. Most of the boys without hair looked much younger. She thought about seeing Daniel earlier in the day and how sleek and smooth his body looked.

I think I like the way he looks best, with no hair at all, she thought as she perused the remainder of the magazine. Hairy boys … ugh!!!

Mrs. Gilbert's voice brought the blushing girl back from her thoughts.

"These are definitely not for little boys," the irate woman said, her voice dripping in sarcasm. "I told Danny that if he thought it was all right to look at girls and women without any clothes on, then it was all right for girls and women to see him with his clothes. All the more reason for him to stick with wearing his birthday suit around the house, wouldn't you say?"

Margerite, of course, was the first to respond. "I just love looking at my pretty little honey bunny in his pretty little birthday suit! It's so much fuuuuuuuun!!!"

Hannah nodded as the older women all jumped in at the same time, lambasting men in general and poor Daniel in particular. The excited teenager felt privileged to be seated at the table with her mother and her friends. It was like she'd become part of some secret exclusive club.

I can't believe this is happening, Hannah thought silently. What's next?

It wasn't long before she found out. The conversation eventually turned to the matter of her archrival's other dirty little secret. His most shameful secret of all … the one thing Hannah never thought she'd ever get to hear a boy talk about, much less his mother and her friends.

"So, tell our guests what else I caught you doing," Mrs. Gilbert said to her blushing stepson. "Come on, don't be shy. You know what I'm talking about."

Daniel looked like a rabbit caught in a trap. He brushed a stray lock of blond hair over his ear and looked down.

"Um, what do you mean?"

"Uh-oh, sounds like somebody's done something naughty," Daniel's aunt sang playfully. "I know where this is going."

"This sure explains a lot," Mrs. Wilson said, nodding her head. "It's hard to believe he's already doing that kind of thing. What a shame. He's so sweet and innocent looking, too."

Hannah blinked. She took a sip from her tea and bit her lip. She tried not to laugh, but she couldn't help herself.

"Panties? I don't understand. Why does a boy have panties?"

The adult women all giggled like a group of school girls.

Mrs. Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's the question, isn't it? Danny, honey bunny, tell Hannah why you've got a pair of your mommy's pretty panties under your pillow."

Hannah turned her attention back to the poor boy sitting across from her. He looked like he was going to be sick. "Come on, baby doll," Mrs. Gilbert warmly cooed. "Tell Hannah what we talked about before. She wants to know what you do with your mommy's pretty panties. Why do you keep them under your pillow?"

"I … don't … know …." Daniel's face was red and his eyes shined with tears. "Please, Delores … don't … not now … with them ... not with HER ... here …."

Hannah had to grin as the smiling Mrs. Gilbert shot a wink in her direction.

"Oh, please, Danny, we're just asking a question. Come on, it's an easy one. Tell us all about the pretty panties you stole from me and why you had them hidden in your room."

"Please, Delores … not with them here …," the tearful boy begged.

Delores Gilbert was stubborn. "I've got an idea. Why don't you go get your pretty panties so we can show them to our guests? I think that would easier, don't you?"

Daniel froze up. He glanced at Hannah, then turned his head away in shame, his eyes hidden under his long blond bangs. "I really don't wanna," he whimpered.

"Oh, sure you do," the smiling woman teased. "I figured you'd love showing them off. After all, it's your favorite thing to do, isn't it? Now, go get your pretty panties unless you want me to blister your pretty bottom again in front of everybody!"

The sobbing boy excused himself and left the room.

"And no stopping anywhere, either! You've got twenty seconds … starting NOW!"

Daniel took off with a sob, muttering "It's not fair!"

His stepmother turned to her guests and shook her head.
"Boys. Nasty little things, can't keep their hands from themselves sometimes."

Hannah grinned as the women hooted and hollered with glee. She still didn't know for sure what was going on, but she was having fun. This was actually the most exciting thing she'd ever been part of in her entire life!

A few seconds later a forlorn – and obviously stressed! – Daniel Gilbert returned, his head lowered in shame, his breathing heavy and trembling. A piece of white delicate cloth hung in his hands. Hannah noted a touch of lace trim and a little white bow decorating the tiny garment.

"Give them to me," Mrs. Gilbert ordered. She took the panties, shook them out and held them up. Daniel started to return to his seat, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Don't bother sitting down. The table needs clearing. Go on, don't just stand there, you lazy thing. Get to it!"

Hannah watched with great interest as the nude boy started gathering up the plates and silverware. He was so pleasant to look at, just like a work of art. The curve of his waist and the shape of his bare bottom was something she could just stare at all day long.

It's so tempting to reach out there and touch him, she thought to herself. Which is probably not a good idea at the moment.

The excited teen was also fascinated to see how Daniel's penis had shrunken smaller than the size of her thumb. It looked so funny, peeking out just above the little sack that held his balls. The strange sight kept her entertained while her hostess continued talking.

Mrs. Gilbert held the panties up for everyone to look at. "See, aren't Danny's panties pretty? I used to really like them, but after I found them in his room I didn't want to wear them anymore. Oh, good lord!" She fingered a stain in the white nylon. "Danny, please! What is this? I thought I told you to keep them clean! When was the last time you jacked off? Come on, out with it! And don't you dare lie to me."

Hannah's eyes went wide as a light went on inside her head.

By this time all of the women – Hannah included – were looking from the soiled panties to the shamed boy and back again. Daniel looked silly, standing there naked and holding a stack of dishes in each hand. He also had an air of helplessness as he nervously bit his lip and tried not to cry.

"Baby doll, I don't mind you jacking off in them, but you can't leave them like this. They get all hard and crusty. It's plain nasty! Didn't I tell you that? Hmm?"

"But I didn't ...."

The interrogation was obviously too much for poor Daniel. He whimpered and he squirmed as he did everything he could to avoid answering the question.

"Do we have to talk about this right now? P-p-please, Delo- ... I mean, Mother ... I really don't wanna ...."

"Honey, we're not doing anything else until you tell us the truth," his stepmother said. "Is that all right with you, ladies?"

"Sounds great to me," replied Hannah's mother. She looked at her daughter and winked. "We're not going anywhere, are we, sweetie?"

The pimply faced girl nodded enthusiastically. "I want to hear more!"

"Me, too!" Margerite said with a smirk. "I can do this all night."

The plump, dark haired woman glanced toward Hannah and winked. The grinning girl couldn't help but giggle.

Hannah thought the naked boy was going to faint again. He looked so frail and frightened, she wondered if he was going to drop the dishes in his hands.

I bet he faints again, she thought to herself. She suppressed a laugh. I wonder if I'll get to nurse him back to health.

Finally, after taking several deep breaths, the trembling boy looked at the women at the table and sighed.

"I, um …." He took another deep breath as he tried to talk. "I … did it this morning. Just before I got up."

"Yes, ma'am," the embarrassed boy replied.

"Yes, MOTHER."

Daniel sighed. "Yes … Mother."

"And what about last night? Did you do it then, too? While you were in the bed?"

The flustered boy started to shake his head, then changed his mind. "Yes, ma'am, I did."

Delores Gilbert turned to her guests and rolled her eyes. "And what about when you disappeared after supper? While you thought I was watching television with your daddy, I followed you upstairs. You spent an awful long time in the bathroom and you didn't bother flushing the toilet. Tell us what that was all about!"

"I think we all know what he was doing," Mrs. Wilson quipped. "Boys! Ugh! I'm glad I don't have to deal with THAT!"

"Good god, Danny!" Margerite exclaimed. "Were you horny last night, dear?"

The tearful boy tried to think of something to say, but all that came out was "Um … That was ... Um ... I … Um …."

Hannah giggled as Delores Gilbert shot a hard look at her stepson. "Don't even think of lying to us!"

Daniel's stepmother took a sip of her tea and shook her head. "Don't tell me that. That's like lying to me. And you know how I feel about that. No, you're going to do it again, that much I know for sure. That's just the way you are. Like father, like son. All I can do it keep track of it and make sure you don't do it somewhere that will get you in trouble."

Hannah bit her lip as the women began fussing at the shamed boy, teasing him and questioning him about his once-secret little habit. Mrs. Wilson nudged her daughter as the interrogation continued.

"I bet you never thought you'd hear anything like this when you came over this evening," she said slyly.

The grinning girl shook her head. She was happy and excited to be part of the conversation, she didn't know what to say.

But she would think of something before the evening was over.

* * *

Daniel Gilbert looked at the clock on the wall. It was only seven o'clock and he was exhausted. Dinner had taken just under an hour but it seemed like an eternity. Misery does that to you, especially when every aspect of your life – including all of your secrets! – are brought out, examined, criticized and ripped to shreds before your very eyes.

The naked twelve year old stood holding several plates in one hand and a half-filled pitcher of tea in the other. They were heavy and he wanted to take them to the kitchen. Instead, his stepmother had her arm wrapped around his waist and held him tight. He couldn't help but cackle as she ran her fingers over his bare belly.

"Oh, don't be such a spoil sport, baby doll," Mrs. Gilbert said cheerfully. She ran her fingernail up and down her stepson's naked abdomen and smiled as he writhed involuntarily. "Stand still, you silly thing! We've got some more questions for you."

"No more questions, please? I don't wanna talk about this anymore!"

His stepmother poked his belly again, triggering a childish wave of reluctant giggles. She kept it up until the embarrassed boy gave in to her demands.

"Okay, okay!!! Please, stop it! Please! I don't want to make a mess!"

Daniel took a deep breath and turned to face the other women at the table. A stray lock of hair got caught in his eyes and he had to shake his head to break it loose. He finally blew it away with a frustrated puff of air. That's when he realized his audience was watching his every move. He could feel their eyes all over him, but there wasn't much he could do about it. The dishes and pitcher were heavy in his hands. He squeezed his legs together in a vain attempt to hide his privates, but that was useless.

Stupid dick, he thought at he looked down and saw his penis sticking straight out for everyone to see. He couldn't believe he had an erection right there in front of his stepmother and everybody else.

Stupid, stupid dick! I'd cut you off if I could!

"Pay attention, baby doll!" Mrs. Gilbert slapped him on the butt. "Stop staring at yourself like that! You can play with your little friend later!"

Daniel sighed, then nodded bashfully toward his audience. What followed was the most obscene barrage of questions the youngster could have ever imagined.

Margerite led with "So, really? You jerk off all day every day? And all night, too? Are you kidding me? Doesn't your little wiener get tired of you pulling on it all the time?"

"You don't think about the girls at school when you masturbate, do you?" Mrs. Wilson sternly asked. "You know that's somebody's daughter, don't you? Don't you know how disgusting that is?"

"I bet he thinks about Margerite whenever he does it!" Mrs. Gilbert joked. "He's always looking at her 'that way,' you know. He's always looking at those big ol' boobs of hers. Just watch next time she hugs him and see how he always manages to get his face right in the middle of them."

"I don't do that on purpose," a baffled Daniel whimpered.

"Oh, you go ahead and think about your gorgeous auntie whenever you jerk off, honey," Margerite said, mussing the bashful boy's long dark blond locks. "If somebody's got to make a sacrifice it may as well be me."

"Margerite!" Mrs. Gilbert shook her head. "You're awful!"

"No, really, I don't mind being the object of twelve year old lust. It's actually kind of flattering. At least then I'll have somebody thinking dirty thoughts about me!"

Her sister sighed. "Yes, well, you're not around to clean up his nasty little messes."

Daniel's face burned as he realized what his stepmother said. He looked around to see four sets of eyes right on him. He could not believe his ears. Women talked way dirtier than he ever imagined! He wanted to leave the room – he really wanted to run away! – but his stepmother held him tight. The longer he stood there the comments and questions only got worse. He struggled to deal with them, but it was the hardest thing he ever had to do.

"Do you use one hand or two when you jack off?"

"Um … I dunno. Two, I guess. Sometimes one. I dunno."

"Who taught you how to masturbate?"

"N-n-n- … nobody … It just kinda happened."

"Are you lying? Are you sure you never jacked off with any of your little boy friends?"

"NO!!! Aunt Margerite!!! No way!!!!"

"How would you feel if someone was thinking about you when they jerked off? Do you think you'd like that?"

"I wouldn't like it, ma'am … No, ma'am."

"Are you sure you've never let another boy jack you off? It just seems like that's something that boys would like to do with each other."

"Ew, Aunt Margerite! Please … don't talk like that! That's so wrong!"

After a while the trio of women gave Daniel a reprieve, diverting long enough to compare notes on men in general, complaining about everything from their need to play with their genitals to their tendency to fart at the most inappropriate times.

"We need to put stop to those nasty habits before it's too late," Delores Gilbert said, giving her worried stepson a careful look. "Don't you worry, baby doll. We're gonna break you in right!"

"Yeah, by the time we're done you'll make some young girl a perfect wife!" Margerite added cheerily.

Daniel felt a cold chill sweep over him as the room filled with the sounds of womanly humor. The red-faced boy wondered if his torment was ever going to come to an end.

Please, oh, please … get me out of this … get me out of this … please, oh, please, get me out of this ….

At long last the nude child was allowed to finish cleaning off the table. He scampered away as quickly as he could, a wave of whispers and mirth echoing behind him, his arms tired from holding so many dishes for such a long time.

"I wish Dad was here," he whispered as he entered the kitchen. "This isn't fair! It's not fair at all!"

A short while later Daniel was still putting away the leftovers and finishing the dishes when he was called back into the living room. He took a deep breath, paused for a moment and then padded barefoot toward the front of the house. He could hear bursts of loud feminine talk as he walked down the hallway. That very sound made his knees go weak and his skin to tingle.

"Why can't they just all go away?" the flustered boy said as he approached the dining room.

A sudden silence accompanied Daniel as he entered the room. He looked around and saw smiling faces focused on him from every angle. He hated the fact that his entire body was bare and exposed to everyone's view. He hated that his penis was still sticking out and bouncing around like an eager puppy dog. It was bad enough that his stepmother and aunt were looking at him, but for that stupid fat Hannah Wilson and her mom to see him like this … well, that was practically a war crime as far as he was concerned.

"How much more work do you have to do, honey bunny?" Mrs. Gilbert asked.

Daniel shrugged. "I … I'm almost finished with the dishes. I still have some of the food to put away and …."

"You're not done yet?" The tall woman shook her head. "You are so slow. I swear, you could have all your chores done and still have time to finish your homework if you weren't so lazy. No matter. Your Auntie Margerite and I are going to the movies and …."

"You ... you really are going to … t-t-to the movies?" Daniel stammered. "Which ... which one?"

"It's that new space war thing," Margerite replied. "It's supposed to be really good."

"I heard it's better than the first one," Delores said enthusiastically. "We expect to have a lot of fun tonight. And you can't come!"

The naked boy sniffed. This news really upset him. "But I want to see it, too."

His stepmother shrugged. "Well, you can't. Not the way you've been acting. As I was going to say – before I was so rudely interrupted – we're going out. But don't worry about getting lonesome, baby doll. Mrs. Wilson and Hannah have volunteered to stay and keep you company."

Daniel blinked. He hated missing out on the movie, but that was the least of his worries. He replayed his stepmother's words back in his head to make sure he understood what she'd said.

"She ... they … they're gonna … keep me c-c-company? T-t-they … they're staying? Here? With m-m-me?"

"Oh, sure. Actually, Hannah's babysitting and Mrs. Wilson is just hanging around to make sure everything goes all right. You have a problem with that?"

"I don't need a stupid babysitter," he said, his voice hoarse and trembling.

"Don't talk rude, honey bunny. It doesn't matter what you think. Hannah and her mom are staying to make sure you get the rest of your chores done. And when you finish with that you can do your homework. The good news is that Hannah can help you with your lessons. Isn't that nice? You don't mind doing that, do you, Hannah honey?"

The fat girl grinned at him from across the table. "Heck no! I don't mind at all, Mrs. Gilbert! It'll be fun!"

Daniel's stepmother had the most evil smirk on her face. "See? You and Hannah will get to be friends while you do your homework. Isn't that nice?"

"I don't need any help with my homework," Daniel replied. He felt like crying. "I don't need a stupid babysitter, either! Especially not HER!"

"Daniel Gilbert! You better watch your mouth, little mister! Do you want me to get the strap?"

"No, I don't want another whipping, Delores. I'm just sayin' …."

"Mrs. Gilbert …?" Hannah said softly.

Daniel's stepmother paused, then turned toward the blond teenager. "Call me Delores, honey. What is it?"

Hannah smiled. "If you don't mind, can I take care of this? I mean, if I'm going to be Danny's babysitter, I need to be able to do it, right?"

Delores Gilbert thought for a second. "Do you think you can handle him."

Daniel shivered as the fat girl nodded. "I think so. I was able to when we visited this afternoon. Mom helped, but I think I can do it."

The tall woman nodded. "Well, I think that's a great idea. Go for it. Let's see how you handle it."

Daniel thought about how Hannah and her mother held him down and tickled him just a short while ago. He wasn't about to let that happen again. He was just about to protest when the pimply faced girl suddenly turned to him and started yelling.

Before any of the women could react Hannah Wilson was up and standing in front of the naked boy, her speed surprising everyone, including a frightened Daniel. She grasped his wrist with enough force to cause him to wince in pain. She then pulled him along as she returned to her chair.

"You really shouldn't talk like that, little boy, especially in front of your mother!"

Daniel felt himself being pulled along like he was a helpless child. He couldn't believe this was happening!

"Little boy?" he thought as he stood before the smiling girl. She can't call me that! That's worse than being called "Danny!"

He looked over at his stepmother, but all she did was shrug and raise an eyebrow. It was as if she was saying "Nobody can help you now."

The desperate twelve year old tried to pull away, but Hannah's grip was too strong.

"Hey, you let me go … UHHH!!!"

The next thing he knew, Daniel was pulled over the fat girl's lap. He tried to get up but she looped her leg over his, trapping him firmly in place. Panic set in as he realized what was about to happen. He pulled his hair from over his eyes and looked up at his stepmother. The smile on her face was not encouraging.

"Delores! Mother!" he squealed. "MOTHER!!!!! Please, oh, please don't let her do this to meeeeeeee …."

SLAP!!!

Daniel screamed as he felt a burning sensation on his tender bottom.

WHAP!!!

The second blow was even harder than the first. Daniel struggled to escape the fat girl's clutches, but she had him locked in a grip that he couldn't break.

SMACK!!!

"That's another thing," Hannah scolded. "What are you supposed to be calling your mother? Hmm? Hmmmm?"

WHACK!!!

"OW!!! M-m-mother," Daniel whimpered.

"What? I can't hear you?"

WHAP!!!

"Ow! MOTHER!!!!"

SLAP!!!

"OW!!! Stop it! You're hurting me!"

"Motherrrrrrrrr …." Daniel sobbed.

The shamed boy laid across Hannah's lap for several minutes afterward. His bottom burned like fire and his eyes were red and sore from crying. He felt so degraded, so humiliated, he couldn't say anything. He could hear the women talking but he was barely listening. He'd heard enough from them tonight. He just wanted to go to his room and hide under his covers until his father came home.

"Hannah handled herself rather well," he heard his stepmother say. "Much better than I expected. I think this is going to work out just fine."

"You're telling me." Margerite's voice was full of delight. "I always thought she was kind of backward and shy, but after that little display, I think that girl is going to be all right. Danny's poor little bottom, on the other hand, is in for a rough night."

The tearful child just laid there and pondered his fate while the women continued talking. He was startled when a soft, warm hand gently caressed his bare bottom. Though he would never admit it, the sensation was actually rather pleasant in contrast to the spanking he'd just received.

"Hey, pretty boy, don't be so upset," a lilting, sing-song voice told him. He looked up through his long dark blond hair to see Hannah Wilson's fat, pimpled face smiling down on him. "This could be fun, you know. As long as you do what I say we can do pretty much whatever we want."

Daniel winced as she gave his bare bottom another hard slap.

"Of course, it could hurt some, too. It depends on how you want to do this. It's all up to you."

Daniel Gilbert brushed the hair from his eyes and looked up at the pimply faced girl. He couldn't believe he was laying across her lap, his bare naked butt at her mercy. The adult women were talking among themselves for the moment, thank goodness.

"You hurt me," he whimpered.

He cringed as he felt Hannah pinch him just inside the crack of his upturned bottom.

"Ow!" he fussed softly. "Please, be careful … that hurts!"

"I know it does. And I can do it again if you don't do what I say. Want to try me?"

Hannah Wilson looked down at him and snickered. His ears burned white hot as he felt her warm, pudgy fingers spread his bottom apart. He closed his eyes in shame as a gust of air – her breath? – caressed his little butthole.

"Mmmmm … nooooo," he whispered quietly. "Please , don't do that!"

Daniel then felt his captor rub the place where she'd just pinched him. To his dismay it felt kind of nice. A curious finger tickled him between his cheeks, prompting him to jump and squirm in an attempt to get away. But he was too weak to do anything but just lay there and tremble nervously.

"If you're really nice, I might even take your temperature," Hannah said with a smile.

Daniel Gilbert's eyes went wide as he realized what she was saying.

"You're just kidding, right?" he whispered.

The blushing boy watched as the plump girl shrugged.

"Maybe, maybe not," she replied. "You'll just have to wait and see."

Daniel blinked. It looked as though his life was about to get a little more complicated.

To be continued...