Danny and the Girl Next Door Part 4
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 4

Daniel Gilbert felt horrible. The naked twelve year old was sitting on the huge leather couch in his parents' living room, his knees locked together and his arms snug across his chest. In his lap laid his math book. The hard fabric cover felt funny against his bare legs. He wasn't used to studying in the nude.

He also wasn't used to being looked at by a thirteen year old girl; though you'd think he would after all he'd been through that day. Hannah Wilson – "Hannah the Hippo," as she was called at school – sat uncomfortably close, her immense bulk pressing against his frail body as she read over his shoulder and showed him what he was doing wrong.

"I can't believe you can't do this," the fat girl with the pimply face said with a snort and a giggle. "It's simple long division. How did you get into junior high school if you can't do something as basic as that?"

The humiliated boy wanted to run and hide, but he didn't dare. Hannah's mother was sitting across the room reading a magazine and watching his every move. Between the two of them he felt trapped and helpless. It was all like a bad dream and he couldn't wake up.

"I ... I can do it," he stammered. He nervously pulled his long dark blond hair back over his ear. "It's just ... I can't think about that right now. I don't have any clothes on and you ... you keep looking at me like that."

Hannah furrowed her brow. "Looking at you like what?"

"That's not my problem now, is it?" The excited teenager snickered and grinned as she teased him. "You big baby. Come on, if you don't get this done your mother is going to punish you again."

"And I don't think you want that, do you?" Hannah's mother, Mrs. Wilson looked up from her book. "What seems to be the problem? Is pretty Danny being difficult?"

Danny shook his head. He didn't want any trouble. "I ... I'm not arguing, Mrs. Wilson. I'm ... I'm just having trouble with my homework.""

The pretty woman raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Oh, really? What kind of trouble?"

Hannah shrugged. "Oh, Mom, he's just acting silly. I can't get him to focus on his work and he keeps making excuses."

"How many problems have you done so far?"

"Only six. And it's been almost an hour. At this rate he won't get his homework done until next week."

"Maybe if I go to my room," Daniel suggested with a hopeful smile. "I can study in there. I can do way better if you guys aren't staring at me."

The fat blond girl giggled. "Anything?"

A wary Daniel watched as Mrs. Wilson got up and walked across the room. She turned on the stereo and selected a station playing dance music. The worried boy looked at Hannah and saw her grinning. He got nervous as the smiling woman then stepped in front of him and held out her hand.

"Come here, pretty boy. Let's take a little dance break."

"A d-d-dance ... b-break?"

Hannah giggled. "That's a great idea!"

Daniel could not believe what happened next. He felt Hannah take the book from his lap. He tried to cover himself, but then Mrs. Wilson grabbed hold of his hand. He looked up to see a playful look on her face.

"I really don't want ...." he whispered hoarsely as she pulled him up on his feet. "Noooo ... I can't ...."

"You said anything," Hannah reminded him.

The simple act of standing up was a real problem for the bashful youth. Seated with a book in his lap meant he could easily conceal his privates from curious eyes. In fact, with that big fat girl on one side and the arm of the sofa on the other, his bare bottom was pretty much hidden from view as well. That was one reason he hadn't been in a hurry to get his homework done. The longer he could sit on the couch the safer he felt in front of his guests. But now that was over and he was standing there with his bare bottom exposed and his penis and balls hanging out for everyone to see.

"This isn't a good idea," he whined as he was dragged into the middle of the living room. He tried to put on a brave face but it wasn't very convincing. "I don't know how to dance. I don't like dancing. Please, can I just sit down? I'll work harder, I promise!"

At first the bewildered boy stood motionless as his next door neighbor started moving to the rhythm of the music. It was a shock to his system, to have such an attractive adult woman dance so gracefully and rhythmically before him, her bright red smile and piercing eyes inviting him to join her. The last time he'd danced was at a school event. Jennifer McCarthy had pulled him onto the dance floor, much like what was happening now. He didn't know what to do then and he sure as heck didn't know what to do now. At least with Jennifer he wasn't naked.

For a few minutes Hannah's mother pulled Daniel around in a circle with the one hand. She then took hold of his other hand and encouraged him to follow her lead.

"See, isn't this fun?" she said with a smirk.

"Can't I PLEASE put on some clothes first ...?"

Mrs. Wilson ignored the embarrassed boy's pleading. Instead, she exaggerated her movements, pulling him along and forcing him to mimic her steps. Daniel felt absolutely ridiculous as he slowly began dancing. He never really liked dancing as he had no confidence whatsoever. And now ... well, this was just horrible! Being forced to dance naked in front of other people was totally nerve-wracking.

The naked child felt so stupid as he tried following Mrs. Wilson's moves. His worst fears hit him hard as he glanced down and saw his penis and balls bouncing between his naked thighs. Even his chubby breasts – long a source of embarrassment – were jiggling about. He then looked up to see his dancing partner beaming with vindictive glee.

"You're doing great," the pretty woman said. A smug look on her face caused the naked boy to doubt her sincerity. "Feel the rhythm ... listen to the music ... and move that cute little butt. Good boy, that's it!"

Daniel felt nothing but humiliation as he wiggled his hips for the smiling woman. Over on the couch Hannah was covering her mouth with both hands, she was laughing so hard.

"Wow ... this is so sweet!" the giggling girl squealed. "He looks so silly! I can't believe you've got him dancing naked like that!"

"Please don't make me do this ...." Daniel sobbed in shame as he tried to talk his way out of this new torment.

"Oh, Danny, stop crying," Mrs. Wilson teased. "You're doing just fine."

Hannah's mom was relentless as a dancing instructor and choreographer. Daniel shivered when she held both of his hands up above his head, a move which left his nipples and breasts exposed. He wanted to cry as she guided him through a series of moves over and over again.

"Very nice," Mrs. Wilson cooed. She spun him around and around by the hand. "Look, Hannah, your pretty slave boy should have been a ballerina."

Daniel felt faint as the room filled with giggles and laughter.

"Danny Gilbert, my pretty dancing slave boy," Hannah tittered, her pimply, four-eyed face beaming with joy. "This is fantastic!"

The shamed child tried to stop, but somehow that didn't happen. It was like Hannah's mother had him under some sort of hypnotic spell and he kept doing as she instructed. It didn't take long before his body followed the older woman's improvised choreography with surprising accuracy. Soon he was dancing on his own.

"Wow, good job, Mom!" Hannah clapped her hands together and laughed hysterically. "Omigod! He really looks like he knows what he's doing! This is so awesome!"

"Then come on, sweetie, and join the fun," Mrs. Wilson. "Danny doesn't mind, do you, honey?"

Daniel shook his head, not realizing what was going to happen next. He then watched in horror as Hannah got off the couch and joined the dancing pair, happily synchronizing her steps with theirs. To his shock and amazement that ugly fat girl moved with smooth grace, showing herself to be quite the dancer. He was so impressed that for a moment he forgot that he was still naked.

"She's good, isn't she?" Mrs. Wilson prompted.

Daniel nodded nervously. The large girl was only a couple of inches taller than him, but he felt so small and helpless next to her. Being in his birthday suit didn't help.

He felt obliged to say something. "Um, you're pretty good at this," was the best he could come up with. He felt stupid the instant he said the words.

Hannah grinned, her bucktoothed smile adding to the silliness of the situation.

"My mom and I dance a lot around the house. She used to dance when she was in college. Don't you dance at all?"

Daniel shook his head. "Not really," he replied shyly.

"You two make a great couple," the older woman said with a wink. "Maybe you should go to a school dance together."

Hannah thought that was funny, of course. "I'll do it, but only if Danny goes in his birthday suit!" She laughed so hard it hurt Daniel's ears. "Oh, yesssss! That would be ridiculously awesome!"

Daniel Gilbert shook his head, his face taking on a sick smile. He felt his stomach churn as he tried to comprehend what all that meant.

"Do that thing again with your arms up in the air," Hannah said. "You look so cute when you do that."

Daniel looked at Mrs. Wilson. She in turn gave him a look daring him to disobey. His face burned red hot as he raised his arms up and waved them around in rhythm with the music. He felt so naked – even more than he already was! – with his arms up over his head. He could literally feel Hannah's eyes running up and down his body. The embarrassment of being naked combined with the fear of dancing made for a powerful drug. The poor boy felt his whole body tingle as a sudden dizziness caused him to feel drunk and disoriented. He wondered if he was going to faint again.

"Having fun, honey?" Mrs. Wilson asked.

"I'm having the best time ever!" Hannah squealed.

The tall woman nodded. "What about you, pretty boy?"

Daniel just smiled and shrugged. He wasn't sure what to say, but he was sure he looked like an idiot. Hannah's mom winked at him and laughed.

"Good," she said. "I was afraid you might not. Your mother will be happy to know you're enjoying yourself."

Daniel paused as he realized what just happened,

Oh, great! Now everybody's gonna think I like doing this! They're gonna actually think I like dancing naked! Crap!

He glanced over at Hannah. The smirk on her face did not make him feel any better.

"Move your arms more. Like this." She waved her arms around in time with the music. "Go ahead, you try."

Daniel sighed and did as he was told. Funny, how she made it look so easy. He just felt like an idiot.

Hannah laughed. "Good job, slave boy!"

The odd trio continued to dance through several songs. Despite feeling stupid, Daniel didn't try to stop. As long as he did as he was told he seemed to stay out of trouble.

At least nobody's fussing at me or spanking me, he thought as he shuffled his feet and wiggled his hips. I just wish there was a way out of this.

The dancing went on so long that the seventh grader lost track of time. Suddenly Daniel realized he was the only one still on his feet. Mrs. Wilson had stopped several songs earlier to get a drink and never came back. Hannah danced with him for a little while longer, teaching him several more steps and doing quite a good job of it. She finally dropped out, joining her mother on the sofa. Daniel paused for a moment, thinking it was all right to stop, but Mrs. Wilson insisted that he continue.

"Don't give up on our account, sweetie. Go on, dance another dance or two for us. We don't mind. We'll just sit here and watch you."

"But ... you guys stopped. I just thought ...."

He was so confused he couldn't think of anything else to say.

Hannah giggled. "Yeah! Keep on dancing, slave boy!"

The blushing seventh grader sighed and started moving his feet again. "How long do I have to do this?"

"Until we tell you otherwise." Mrs. Wilson frowned. "What's the matter, aren't you having fun? We're having lots of fun, aren't we, Hannah honey?"

Hannah Wilson nodded her head vigorously. "I'm having the best time ever!" she exclaimed. "You're really fun to watch, you know that, slave boy?"

Daniel felt a huge lump in his throat. He was sick and tired of that stupid ugly girl making fun of him. He wanted to cry, but his pride – what little was left of it – made him hold back. When he spoke his voice cracked, which made him sound more than a little silly.

"But I'm naked. Can't I at least put something on? I don't like dancing naked."

The pretty woman smiled. "Well, get used to it. You didn't mind spying on Hannah and me this summer, so this is payback time. You just keep it up until we say otherwise. You've been doing really good so far. Don't make me have to tell your mother you've been disobedient."

Daniel wanted to stop. He wanted to tell this awful woman and her hideous daughter that they couldn't treat him like this. He wanted to run to his room and lock his door and wait until his father came home. He wanted to tell them that they were all in big trouble.

The problem was that he couldn't do it. As badly as he wanted to resist, his heart just wasn't in it. Instead, something in his head told him to give up. A whiny little voice inside him said to do as he was told. He felt his knees go weak and his body tremble as he looked down as his nakedness.

"Yes, ma'am," he muttered. "I'm dancing."

And so Daniel Gilbert continued to dance naked for the amusement of his next door neighbor and her teenage daughter. And as he danced they watched and whispered and giggled and pointed, no doubt all at his expense. He'd never been put on display like that before and he didn't like it at all. But he did as he was told.

He had a feeling that things were not about to get better.

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Hannah Wilson sat next to her mother, grinning from ear to ear as she watched Daniel Gilbert dancing before her. Eyes lowered, hips rocking from side to side, his arms held high above his head, the nude boy presented a bizarre albeit pleasant sight.

This is really hilarious, Hannah thought as she watched Daniel awkwardly dance about the room. I mean, this is so crazy! I can't believe this is really happening!

Nothing is going to be the same after this, she thought to herself. It can't be, not after seeing all this. No way!

Hannah giggled as she watched Daniel clumsily dance about the room, his fat bottom jiggling as he wiggled his hips. Despite his lack of grace, the blushing boy had moments when he would strike an elegant pose that would look so amazingly out of character for a boy his age.

He really does look and dance like a slave boy, Hannah thought. She adjusted her glasses so she could see better. Except for all that silly stuff between his legs he looks like a slave girl! Wow ... I could watch him do this all night long!

The giddy teenager remembered her friends and she wished they could be there to see this amazing sight.

Edith was right. She said this afternoon that things were going to change, and for the better. I wonder if she had any idea something like this was going to happen?

"Having fun?" Mrs. Wilson asked. Hannah nodded so hard she shook the couch. Her mom laughed. "Good. I'm glad. See how easy it was? Just a little thinking, some self-confidence and your imagination and you can do anything. What do you want him to do next? We got him naked. We tickled him until he cried like a baby. We had him waiting on us hand and foot."

Hannah giggled. "I even got to spank his fat little butt."

Her mother nodded. "You even got to spank his fat little butt. Plus, we've got him dancing naked. What else is there?"

Hannah watched the nude boy rock back and forth in time to the music, his plump butt wiggling pleasantly about and his smooth genitals bouncing between his thighs. His long dark blond locks swayed back and forth with his movements, framing his sad, pouting face. Never did any boy look so cute, so gorgeous ... or so vulnerable.

Hannah licked her lips. This was good news. Good new, indeed.

"So we get to do this again tomorrow?"

"Practice? For what? And learn what?"

Her mother smiled. "Sweetie, this isn't just about today, or what that silly boy did to us last summer. This is about how to handle people in general, how to stand up and take control when things get out of control. It's about growing up. Oh, honey, don't worry about it. You'll understand when the time comes."

The plump girl thought for a moment, and then she snickered. "We took control of him pretty good when we got to spank his bare butt. That was really fun! Even Mrs. Gilbert acted like she enjoyed it."

Mrs. Wilson stroked her daughter's thin wispy hair. "We all loved it, sweetie. You really came through today. Are you ready for some more?"

Hannah Wilson nodded her head and licked her lips.

"Let's do this!"

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After nearly an hour of non-stop dancing for Hannah and her mother, Daniel Gilbert was finally told that his "break" was over. The humiliated child was never so happy as when he was finally allowed to stop. Worn out both physically and emotionally, he gladly sat down on the couch and got back to work on his math.

"Don't take all night," Mrs. Wilson warned. "Your mother won't be very happy if you let her down."

While he worked Daniel thought about his ordeal so far. Yes, it was embarrassing to be naked in front of a girl and her mom and have to dance while they watched. He hated being on display in any form. But on the other hand ....

Maybe it isn't all that bad, he thought to himself. I mean, it could be a lot worse.

Daniel stared at his book, his mind a million miles away as he thought about all the times he'd fantasized about taking of his clothes in front of a girl. This wasn't exactly what he'd imagined might happen, but it had its moments. Mrs. Wilson was gorgeous, just as pretty as the women in his father's girlie magazines. She made him nervous with the way she smiled at him sometimes, but he kind of liked being naked in front of such an attractive woman.

The biggest downside, Danny thought, was Hannah and the spanking she gave him. Getting spanked didn't really hurt all that bad – he'd learned from his stepmother what real pain was – but why did it have to be Hannah Wilson, of all people? He couldn't stand looking at her, much less being touched by her. He winced as he thought about how she'd made him cry, just like a little girl. Why couldn't it have been the lovely Mrs. Wilson that took him over her knee? Or maybe even his stepmother's sister, the big-boobed Marguerite? That would have made the pain easier to take.

Daniel smiled, just for an instant. If it had to be a girl and not an adult, why not Jennifer McCarthy? That actually might be fun, being naked in front of her!

He sighed. The fact of the matter was that it wasn't Jennifer that spanked him ... it was Hannah. "Hannah the Hippo," with the pimply, bucktoothed face and fat, repulsive body. She had to be the ugliest, most unpopular girl in seventh grade. Of all the people in the universe, why did it have to be her that saw him in his birthday suit? Why did she get to beat his butt and humiliate him like that? After that stupid thing he did last summer, she was the last person he wanted to see him like this. This was something he'd never live down. Not in a million years.

It's not fair! Daniel shook his head. It's not fair at all!

He sighed again. Well, the good news was that this time all he had to do was dance. That was pretty awful, at least he didn't get another stupid spanking. Maybe as long nobody touched him things would be all right.

The naked child flinched as Hannah scooted her huge butt up against him. The coarse texture of her jeans irritated his bare hip, a reminder of his disadvantage. Just a little while ago that would have driven him crazy, but now it was more of an annoyance. Mrs. Wilson was right about one thing at least. After dancing through a couple of dozen songs he'd lost some of his shyness. Not all, but at least some of it. Enough that he could stop fidgeting and focus somewhat on his lessons.

"It's about time," Hannah said when he was finally done. "Not bad ... if you were a fifth grader. This wasn't that hard, Danny. I mean, you should have gotten this done during study hall today instead of flirting with that skanky Jennifer."

"I ... I wasn't flirting with her," the flustered boy replied. Just hearing Hannah talking about Jennifer McCarthy made his face turn red. "She's not my girlfriend. I don't ... I don't have a girlfriend.

"Oh, yeah, right! Everybody knows you and Jennifer are sweet on each other. You're way too good for her, you just don't know it."

Daniel frowned. "What's that supposed to mean? What are you talking about?"

"It doesn't matter. You're just too stupid to know she's a skank, that's all. Everybody who's not an idiot knows that." The fat girl pushed her glasses up her nose and smiled at him with her pimple infested face.

Daniel was furious. It was bad enough the way he'd been treated. He wasn't going to be talked to like that!

The room suddenly got really quiet. Daniel held his breath. For an instant he'd won. He'd given them a piece of his mind and stood up against their bullying. Now reality set in. A cool breeze reminded him that he didn't have any clothes on. He glanced down and saw his bare belly and his tiny penis resting between his naked thighs. He then looked back up at the two women, first Hannah, and then her mother.

Oh crap. What did I just do ...?

To his surprise, nobody said a word. Not right away. Mrs. Wilson was silent. She didn't look very happy, but she didn't say anything.

It was a determined Hannah who took action. Daniel watched as the bucktoothed girl adjusted her glasses. She then stood. The naked boy looked up as she held out her hand.

"Here, stand up. Don't just sit there. Take my hand and stand up!"

"What are you gonna do?"

"Take my hand and stand up!"

He looked over at Mrs. Wilson. She pursed her lips and shook her head.

"It looks to me like you're in big trouble, little mister. You probably shouldn't have said what you said. I'd do what she said if I were you."

"But ... I don't wanna ... what's she gonna ...."

Holy crap! Why couldn't I just keep my big stupid mouth shut?

Daniel took Hannah's fat, pudgy hand. She in turn squeezed his hand so hard it hurt. He felt weird as she pulled him up, practically lifting him off the couch. In contrast to his submissive demeanor, her strength surprised and frightened him. He gulped as she then grabbed him by the shoulders with both hands and spun him around.

"Bend over," she directed. "Bend over and put your face on the couch."

"What are you gonna ...?"

He gasped as a sharp pain burned his bare bottom. She'd hit him, slapped him, hard and fast. And it hurt ... It hurt bad!

"No argument! Do it! NOW!!!"

Daniel remembered the last time Hannah had spanked him and he panicked. Despite his earlier bravado, it had been a painful, horrible experience. He couldn't believe it was happening again.

Not another spanking! Not this again ... it can't be ....

The naked boy tried to protest, but a fat, powerful hand pushed him forward.

Daniel felt his eyes start to burn. He was terribly uncomfortable, plus he felt exposed and helpless. This was a humiliating position to be in. No doubt he looked foolish and comical with his face pressed down on the sofa and his bare bottom sticking up and out. His stomach ached as he thought about Hannah and her mom seeing him this way.

Above all else, he didn't want another spanking. Which he was pretty sure was about to happen.

Oh god, oh god ... ohgodohgodohgodohgod ....

"Now, what did you just say?" Hannah Wilson caressed his bottom as she spoke. Her finger traced a line up and down his crack, teasing the back of his exposed ball sack. The upsidedown boy shivered and wished he could crawl under the couch and hide.

"You said something about somebody being stupid? Who did you say was stupid?"

He waited for the first blow to hit. He braced himself for it, tensing his bottom muscles and gritting his teeth. It was really difficult, considering his awkward, almost obscene position.

He heard some whispering, then a giggle.

"You say you're sorry a lot," Hannah said in a teasing, masterful voice. "But you don't really mean it. If you did you wouldn't keep doing stupid stuff. It's no wonder your mother has to whip your butt all the time."

The naked boy shifted his weight. He was really uncomfortable. He relaxed his muscles and tried to think of the right words to say.

"I'm really sorry this time, Hannah. I really am. Please, let me up. I don't want a spank- ...."

SLAP!!!

The burning shock on his bottom caught him off guard. Actually, the chubby girl hit him in that tender spot right at the intersection of his buttock and his thigh. The pain from the blow quickly faded and a deep fiery sensation seared into his tender skin.

"OW!!! Hannaaaaaaaaaah!!!" Daniel cried out. "That hurt meeeeeeee!!!"

SMACK!!!

"Ow-wow-wow! Hannah!!! Pleeeeeaaase ... noooooooo ...."

"You, on the other hand, I'm not so sure you're very smart." There was a long pause as the fire soaked into his butt, bringing tears to his eyes. "You keep getting spanked and you keep messing up. You can't even do simple math without getting help from a stupid girl. Then you call her ugly and fat? And you insult her mom, too? That's not very smart, is it?"

WHAP!!!

"Ooooooooowwww!!!!! Noooooooo!!!"

"See, you can't be very smart. If you were smart I wouldn't be able to do that, would I? Would I?"

WHACK!!!

"ARGH!!! Oh,god! Pleeeease ... Hannaaaaaaah ... that huuuuurrrrrts!"

SMACK!!!

"If you're so smart, how come you're the one crying? Tell me! If I'm stupid, how come you're the one with the red bottom?"

SLAP!!!

WHAP!!!

Daniel tried to speak, but the fearsome blow took his breath. He then mewed like a beaten kitten.

"Eeeeewwww ... no more, pleeeeassssse???"

"Who's the stupid one, slave boy? Who's the stupid one? Tell us! Who is the stupid one???"

WHACK!!!

The bawling boy finally caught his breath and let it all out. He had to. It hurt so much.

"M-m-meeeeee ... I'm the stupid one ... I ... I'm stupiiiiiiiiiiiiiid ... I aaaaaaammmm ...."

"Yes, Hannah ...."

"Yes what? What are you? Say it again, loud and clear!"

Daniel took a deep breath. The burning got worse and worse with every blow. He fought to keep his balance. He felt so helpless, so exposed ... and so desperate to end this humiliation.

"What are you, naked boy? Say it! We're waiting!"

"I'm the stupid one," he sobbed. Saying those words out loud was draining and humiliating. "I'm stupid."

A warm, pudgy hand rubbed his bare bottom. A giggle followed, then a firm, girlish voice said, "That's right. You're stupid. You're just a stupid slave boy. Understand? Remember that next time you say something bad about me and my mom. Do you understand me? I can do this again any time I want. And I will. Just try me!"

Daniel nodded, his face still buried in the hard leather upholstery.

"I understand," he whimpered. "I'm a stupid slave boy."

Hannah walked over to her mother, leaving Daniel to remain in his "bottoms up" position. He started to stand up, but was stopped.

"No, slave. Just stay like that for a few minutes. I want you to think about what we just did. I'll let you up when I'm ready for you to get up."

Daniel was too ashamed and too afraid to disobey. He was a ridiculous sight with his face buried deep in the cushion and his butt in the air. He could hear Hannah whispering to her mother and the two of them giggling. He just knew they were talking about him, looking at his naked bottom and mocking him. He wondered if they could see his butt hole. He tried to keep some dignity by clenching his cheeks together, but he was pretty sure it didn't do any good.

He adjusted his position in an attempt to get comfortable, but that was impossible. His bottom and the back of his legs burned and his back hurt. He was able to shift around enough to see across the room. He looked over at Hannah's mother. He wanted to ask for help, for her to intervene. But the words got caught in his throat and were hard to say.

"Mrs. Wilson," he choked as he spoke. "Please ... please make her stop being mean to me ...."

Daniel nodded. "Yes, ma'am," he sobbed.

Mrs. Wilson grinned. "Yep, that's my Hannah. She's a pretty smart girl, don't you think?"

The naked boy sighed. He couldn't think of anything to say.

* * *

After a while Hannah let Daniel stand up. His bottom hurt too much to sit, so he was allowed to kneel on the hardwood floor with his book on the sofa. The fact that he was practically stooping at the fat girl's feet was not lost on him.

Crap. Now I really do feel like a slave boy, he thought as he looked up at his smiling classmate. She's in my head. This is just horrible.

The two children read through Daniel's literature assignment for a while, Hannah served as a tutor, quizzing him here and there on certain points in his reading. He felt like a little kid, kneeling there in his bare skin with this huge girl lording over him and acting so bossy. Rather than argue he just sighed and nodded. He had to admit that she was a lot smarter than he was. That bothered him and he tried not to show his irritation. But she figured him out pretty quickly and made sure to add to his misery.

"Well, you're finally getting it. Maybe it's because you're naked. Hey, maybe you ought to show up in Mrs. Gilkey's literature class in your birthday suit! She might give you extra bonus points for that, don't you think?"

The red-faced boy fought the urge to say something ugly. Instead he gritted his teeth and pretended to laugh. Better to do that than say something that would get him in even more trouble. He certainly didn't need another spanking, that was for sure!

After about an hour they were done. Daniel was putting away his homework when Mrs. Wilson said something odd.

"Hannah, honey, don't forget to call your girlfriends. You're still inviting them over, right?"

Daniel felt worried and confused as the fat girl fetched the phone and plopped down on the sofa and began dialing. By now his bottom had cooled enough to sit next to her. His brain was still absorbing information while she talked with whoever was on the other end of the line.

"You ... you're not inviting anybody over here ... right now ... are you?" he asked, his voice cracking nervously.

The naked boy frowned as the ugly girl returned to her conversation. He had no idea who she was talking about. It didn't matter. He was more worried about her talking to her friends on the phone while he was without any clothes. It felt really weird, almost like he was being looked at by whoever was on the phone.

This can't be good, he thought as he listened to the conversation.

"Hey, Sam, what's up? Oh, that's neat! Really? Yeah ... Nope, it's been pretty interesting here. No, really! It's been pretty fun. You'll never guess where I am? Nope! Nope! Are you ready for this? Daniel Gilbert's house! Yes way! I'm serious! Nope, just me and him and my mom. Noooooo, I am not lying. You don't believe me? Here, see for yourself."

Hannah handed the phone to a baffled Daniel. "Here, Sam doesn't believe me. Tell her who you are and what we've been doing."

He sighed and held out his hand. He felt foolish as he put the phone to his face. Foolish to the point of absurdity.

"Hello? Yeah, this is Daniel Gilbert. Oh, hi, Samantha ... how are you? Oh, that's good ... Yeah, Hannah and I were just hanging around. Mmm-hmmm ... Yeah, I was having trouble with my math problems .... Yeah, Hannah helped me figure them out. Yes, you're right, they were pretty easy. I just got confused, I guess ...."

This went on for so long that Daniel's ear hurt. That was mostly because Hannah had scooted over so she could listen on the phone, too. Between the excited girl pressing her fat face against the handset and trapping him against the arm of the sofa with her immense body, the conversation was literally painful.

At long last they were done. Daniel handed the phone back to Hannah. That Samantha sure could talk. Plus, she was nosey as heck. So many words not saying a thing, and so many questions wanting to know everything. He tried to be vague, but that just raised Samantha's curiosity. At one point that crazy girl even suggested that he and Hannah might be boyfriend and girlfriend. What the heck was up with that? Was she serious? Where would she even get such a ridiculous idea?

Daniel took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling, his mind racing a million miles a minute. It could have been worse. The girl he talked to could have been in the room with him and she could have seen him in his birthday suit. Yes, that would have been much, much worse.

The thoughtful boy was awakened from his reverie by Hannah squealing with glee. He hadn't heard a word of her conversation, but she'd apparently just hung up. And was she ever excited!

"Um, I don't think so." Daniel tried to change the subject. "She's not coming over here, is she?"

"No, she's not coming over here tonight. We're going to the movies tomorrow though." A sly grin broke Hannah's pimple infested face. "Why'd you ask that? Would you like it if she did? Hmm? You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being naked in front of not just one girl, but two?"

He looked over at Mrs. Wilson. The adult woman grinned. "Hey, don't ask me. You're the one who brought it up."

Hannah laughed. "Poor baby. Hey, since you made such a good impression on Sam, now let's call Edith!"

"Jutht like thith," he whispered to himself.

It was her all right. From the instant he was handed the phone he recognized that odd little voice. He squirmed uncomfortably as he spoke into the mouthpiece, his bare bottom having stuck to the hard leather upholstery of his parents' couch.

He winced as he thought about what he said. Why was he sounding like such a wimp? He glanced down at his nude body, then up at Hannah's grinning face, just inches away from his own.

Oh, yeah ... that's why.

As soon as he was done on the phone Mrs. Wilson held up her glass. "Daniel, would you be a doll and refill my tea? Thank you, sweetie. You're such a good boy."

By the time he returned Hannah was off the phone. Mrs. Wilson was sitting in his seat on the sofa and Hannah was sitting on the other end, leaving an obvious place for him in the middle. He handed Mrs. Wilson her tea and took his seat between them. He sat on the leather couch feeling small and alone while mother and daughter talked on and on about her friends and their plans to go to the movies the next day. His listened numbly as they chatted, wishing he was a million miles away.

The rest of the evening was tedious and uncomfortable. Mrs. Wilson switched on a lame romantic comedy on one of the women's channels. Daniel hated those kinds of movies and this one in particular was painful to watch. He recognized it as one his stepmother had seen many times. He didn't dare say anything, of course. He just sat quietly and tried to attract as little attention as possible.

"This is fun, isn't it?" Mrs. Wilson snuggled up against the naked boy and patted him on the knee. "It's not often that Hannah and I get to spend so much time with a handsome young man. Especially not one who's as much fun as you are."

Daniel gave her a weak smile. He was miserable. He didn't know what else to do but feign enthusiasm.

"Yeah, this is fun," he mumbled unconvincingly.

Hannah giggled, of course. Just enough to remind him that she was there, looking at him and enjoying every minute of his humiliation and shame.

After a while the problem solved itself. Bored and exhausted from the day's adventures, Daniel found himself nodding off. He tried to fight the oncoming sleep, afraid that something bad might happen, but he soon gave in. Between that stupid movie and the inane female conversation between Hannah and her mother, he couldn't help himself.

His drowsiness did not go unnoticed by his guests. At one point Mrs. Wilson pulled him close and looped her arm around his. She patted her shoulder, indicating that he should rest his head there. He thought for a moment, nodded his head and laid it against the warm, soft skin. He then closed his eyes and promptly felt the darkness come.

Just before dozing off Daniel thought to himself how clever he'd just been.

At least this way I won't have to put up with any more crap ....

* * *

Hannah Wilson was as happy as she could be. She just had the most amazing day of her life and she was enjoying a quiet moment as she reflected on all that had occurred in the past few hours. The sound and images from the television played a pleasant backdrop as she pressed her body against the naked boy beside her, sparking a warm sense of something ... Satisfaction? Mmm ... No. Not quite. Joy? Well, kind of. Triumph? Perhaps. Whatever it was, she was the happiest she'd been in a long, long time.

Hannah pretended to watch the movie, but her eyes kept drifting over toward Daniel's nude form. After everything that happened up to this point you might have thought she'd tired of seeing her classmate unclothed, or at least gotten used to it. But the exact opposite was true. His sleek, graceful shape sparked her imagination and ambition. It was all she could do to keep from reaching over and running her fingers over the sleeping boy's smooth skin, to caress his bare bottom and give his little penis a pinch. It felt as if she actually owned him.

"My pretty little slave boy," she whispered softly.

Hanna took a deep breath and sighed. It was probably a good thing her mother was in the room with her. No doubt there would have been trouble if the two seventh graders had been left alone.

It was during a commercial break that the teenager felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see her mother wink. Mrs. Wilson then glanced down toward the dozing boy between them. Hannah's eyes followed. Daniel looked so beautiful laying there, much like a cherub or a fairy from one of her books. Mother and child grinned at one another, each on the verge of giggling.

"Aw, isn't he cute?" Hannah's mom brushed a lock of blond hair from Daniel's eyes. "The poor thing ... he must be worn out after all he's been through today."

Hannah nodded, her eyes wide with pleasure. She adored looking at the naked boy, especially when he was sleeping. He looked so innocent, so angelic, it was like gazing upon a work of classic art.

Hannah shrugged. "Oh, I like boys. They ... they're just not interested in me."

"Well, I think you've caught Danny's attention. Believe it or not, he's never going to forget you. Not after all this."

The plump girl nodded. She looked down and watched the nude child as he breathed heavily.

"Do you think he really is asleep? He might be faking, you know, to keep from having to entertain us?"

"Good question." Mrs. Wilson raised a mischievous eyebrow. "It's easy enough to find out."

Hannah watched with disbelief as her mother traced a fingertip down the sleeping boy's forehead, tapped him on the nose and then tickled his plump lips. Except for a twitch at the corner of his mouth he didn't react at all. Mrs. Wilson exchanged a glance with her daughter and shrugged. Her fingertip then caressed his chin, dropped down to his chest and began circling first one breast, then another.

"Mom!" Hannah whispered. "What if he wakes up?"

Hannah blinked. "Whatever I want? Like what?"

Mrs. Wilson rolled her eyes. "I mean like you did this afternoon when he fainted. You know, when you thought I wasn't looking."

The excited thirteen year old covered her mouth to keep from giggling. She thought about how her mom caught her playing with Daniel's naked body earlier the day. That had been fun. She'd give anything to do it again, but she wasn't sure if it would be as much fun knowing her mother was watching.

While Hannah was trying to work up the courage to touch the sleeping boy, her mother took the initiative. The amazed girl watched her mom drag her finger across the slumbering boy's nipples, one at a time. He didn't even stir. His nipples, however, seemed to come alive on their own. Hannah watched with delight as they swelled up and stood straight out from Daniel's fleshy, girlish bosom.

"Wow ... I can't believe you did that!"

Mrs. Wilson smiled. With an impish smile she then drug her fingertip down the tender white skin of Daniel's bare belly, dipping a red talon-like fingernail in his belly button.

Hannah held her breath, other than some slight squirming there was little reaction. She looked up at her mother.

"Wow. I can't believe he's sleeping through this. You'd think he'd wake up, wouldn't you?"

Her mother shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. He's pretty tired. I used to feed you cabbage when you fell asleep at the table. You'd be all smiley and nodding off and I'd tear off a bit and you'd chew it up. Of course, you'd drool all over yourself, but that was part of the fun."

Mrs. Wilson shrugged. "I know. Isn't it wonderful? Just remember, like mother like daughter.

Hannah stifled a laugh. She stared at the unconscious Daniel, thinking.

"Okay, I'm ready. I think I'd like to try. Don't make fun."

"Never." Her mother grinned, then nodded. "Go for it. That's why we're here."

The chubby girl thought for a moment. She knew what she wanted to do, but she hesitated.

"Huh!" Mrs. Wilson grunted. "Funny, earlier today you didn't have any trouble playing around."

"That's because I didn't know you were watching. I mean, you're my mom!"

"What about when you paddled his bare bottom? Both times! You weren't very shy about that."

Mrs. Wilson grinned. "Okay. I get it. May I make a suggestion?"

Hannah nodded. She watched as her mother reached over toward a vase on the end table. She pulled out a long stem silk orchid and waved it at the puzzled girl.

"Guess what this is for."

Hannah thought for a moment, then shrugged. She watched with fascination as her mother dangled the silken blossom over the sleeping boy's body.

"Watch this." Mrs. Wilson lowered the orchid until it barely touched Daniel's limp penis. She carefully drug a silken petal across the fleshy organ. Almost immediately it twitched. Daniel stirred, just slightly. She did repeated the action and it began to swell.

Hannah gasped. "Wow! Look at that! How does it do that?"

"See? Nothing to it." Mrs. Wilson laughed as she handed the artificial flower to Hannah. "No fuss, no muss, no messy clean up."

The amazed teen shook her head. "Really, Mom. You need to get over this shyness thing. I'm kind of worried about you."

"Hey, don't make fun. I'm just trying to help. I never had this opportunity when I was your age. You might actually learn something if you give it a try." Mrs. Wilson chuckled. "Here, let's get all nice and cozy. Just in case your pretty little slave boy does wake up."

Hannah's mother slid her hand under and around Daniel's arm. She then slid her body close, pressing up against him snug and tight. She indicated for the eager Hannah to do the same. Within moments the two women had the naked child completely immobilized, locked into place with nowhere to go.

"Now let's have some fun," Mrs. Wilson said, an impish smirk on her pretty face.

Hannah nodded. She then lowered the orchid over Daniel's face and tickled his nose. He shook his head and tried to move his arm to scratch himself. The nervous girl glanced at her mother, then sighed.

I may as well go for it, she thought to herself.

The silken blossom slowly danced its way down Daniel's unclothed body, pausing here and there for a momentary visit. First there was a leisurely waltz across the boy's plump breasts. That was followed by a playful jig over one nipple, then the other. The little handmade flower next skipped down the round, vulnerable belly until it reached the smooth, hairless mound at the base of the dozing boy's penis.

Hannah looked up. She had to smile when she saw her mother looking on with the same sort of anticipation she might have expected from one of her girlfriends. The nervous teenager took a deep breath and drug the silken blossom over Daniel's nearly erect penis, rubbing a single petal repeatedly along the edge of the little pink tip.

To her surprise Daniel's whole body jerked, and for an instant she thought she'd ruined everything. Fortunately, it was a false alarm. No matter. He couldn't have gone anywhere if he'd wanted. The sleeping child almost immediately resumed his heavy breathing. Hannah was pleased to see, however, that his boyish appendage was now in full and unabashed erection, sticking straight out over his plump belly and arching oddly to the right.

Hannah looked up at her mother and blushed. "Did I do that?"

"Eww, don't say that!" The flustered girl suppressed an anxious laugh. "Why is his weiner crooked like that? Is there something wrong with it?"

"Probably because he's right handed." Mrs. Wilson looked at her daughter. "You know, from when he masturbates. Remember what his mom caught him doing?"

The teenager frowned. "Oooh, that. I kinda forgot about that. They really like playing with those things that much?"

Hannah's mother did one of those awful laughs, the one that sounds like a full grown man hearing an especially bad dirty joke. The pretty woman blushed as she realized how unladylike she'd just sounded.

"Never underestimate a boy's desire to jack off, sweetie. Men, too. No matter what else they ever do in life, that's one thing they'll always be good at. Apparently your pretty little slave boy already has that all figured out. That's why it's important for you to understand how all this stuff works. If you can control his weenie you can control him."

The bewildered girl blinked. She didn't quite understand, but she soon would.

"Okay, if you say so, Mom."

Encouraged by her mother, Hannah continued on, using the silken orchid to tease and tantalize the sleeping boy's body with amazing effectiveness. She dragged the pink and white blossom over his skin repeatedly, causing him to squirm and writhe in the most interesting manner. While the little mushroom-shaped tip was the key to everything, but other parts of his body were also strangely sensitive. There was a little spot between his thighs, for instance, that when touched just right, triggered a twitch that was so cute to watch. And dragging the edge of the flower across his exposed ball sack caused him to moan and press his legs together with nocturnal worry.

"That's my girl," Mrs. Wilson said, her voice thick and husky.

"That is so neat," she said.

She repeated the maneuver, eliciting a soft "noooo" from Daniel's lips. She nearly laughed to see the pained look on his face.

"I don't think he likes that."

The more Hannah explored and experimented, the bolder she became. She didn't care if she woke her sleeping prisoner. And after a while she didn't even mind her mother watching. She was having way too much fun!

At one point Hannah was tracing the tip of Daniel's erect penis back and forth repeatedly, almost absent-mindedly, until he jumped so hard it startled both mother and daughter. For an instant it looked as though he'd opened his eyes, but then he settled back down and resumed his labored breathing.

Hannah looked across the sleeping child's naked body and grinned at her mom.

"I think he might have woke up."

Mrs. Wilson raised an eyebrow in a very knowing manner. "Let's find out."

The smiling woman then leaned forward and whispered in Daniel's ear. "Hello, pretty boy. If you're awake and you're trying to fool us, then you are in for a whole lot of trouble."

Hannah giggled. Her mom was acting so funny about all this. But then she noticed the supposedly sleeping boy's face suddenly took on a look of concern. It was a slight but obvious expression, enough to give him away.

"Oh, my ...," she whispered aloud. "You're right, Mom! He is awake!"

Mrs. Wilson flashed a mischievous smile. "Awake or asleep, does it really matter?"

The teenager's eyes lit up. Her mom was right. It didn't really matter. Either way he was at their mercy.

* * *

Daniel Gilbert woke with a start. Something tickled him between his legs. He tried to reach down and scratch it, but his arms wouldn't move. He could feel them at his side, but he couldn't do anything with them. The tickling increased, running up and down his inner thighs and just brushing his balls, which was really irritating. He started to rise up, but then the tickling stopped and he felt a heavy weight press against him, a hand, perhaps, against his bare chest, gentle and nurturing. It felt so nice he snuggled against it, savoring the warmth and comfort it provided.

Too ... tired ... back to ... sleep ....

The tickling started again. This time it was in the form of a light itching up and down his penis. He tried to ignore it, but it grew and grew until it was too scratchy, too piercing for comfort. He tried reaching down to rub himself, but he still couldn't move his arms.

The dazed boy tried opening his eyes but the bright lights were too harsh on his eyes.

Is it morning ...?

The itching stopped. He laid still for a while, trying to decide if it was time to get up. He could still feel the soft, warm pressure on either side. A gust of cool air swept over his body, setting off a wave of goose bumps across his bare skin. He frowned. Something wasn't right.

What the ...? Am I naked? How can that ...?

Daniel tried to turn over, but he was completely immobile. He attempted to move his arms one more time. Still nothing.

Then the tickling returned, once again between his thighs and over his balls. He squirmed in an attempt to make it stop. It wasn't too uncomfortable, but it was enough to trigger a shiver response.

"Mmmmm ...." He bit his lip as he tried to will away the pestering tickler, whatever it was. "Oooooh ...."

After another minute or two of tickling and squirming he was definitely awake. His eyes were still closed, however. And for good reason. The sound of the television told him where he was and the too-familiar movie dialog reminded him of who he was with.

I think ... oh, yeah ... am I still on the couch with Hannah and her mom? Oh, gosh! I sure hope not ....

Now he really didn't want to open his eyes. He dreaded having to face Hannah and her mother. After all that happened to him earlier in the day, he just wanted to crawl under a rock. It was bad enough that they got to see him naked. But whenever Hannah paddled his butt – or poked him and pinched him right in his crack – that was way more than he ever wanted to deal with!

Suddenly Daniel became aware of another problem. As another round of the bothersome tickling resumed, he was pretty sure he had an erection. His penis felt all tingly and cool, like it was surrounded by air. He was pretty sure it was standing up and not laying against his body. Without opening his eyes he shifted his body, just enough to tell.

Oh, crap! Yeah, it's sticking out all right. Dang it! I got a hardon in front of Hannah and her mom!

The naked boy tried to lay still while he thought. The was no doubt that the Wilsons were looking right at him, up close and personal. He could feel their weight against him and hear their breathing. A thrill, a mixture of fear and excitement, caused him to shiver. He wondered if there was anybody else in the room with them.

I sure hope not, he thought. He bit his lip. This is really embarrassing!

Suddenly he felt the tickling again, accompanied by more whispering. Something light and soft – a feather, maybe? – was circling his penis, teasing and caressing it ever so lightly. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it was worrisome. He tried to wave it away, but his arms were still trapped. More than once the tickling lingered on the tip, right at the pee hole, which he didn't like at all. He squirmed his hips around but the tickling only got worse. Somebody – or some thing! – was outmaneuvering him and it was driving him crazy!

There it went again, that irritating tickle, right on his pee hole! Oh, how he hated that feeling!

"MMMmmmm, noooo ...."

Daniel didn't mean to say anything, but it came out before he could think. He tried his best to keep silent, but he just couldn't help it. The probing at the tip of his penis was way too much.

"Mmmmmmmmm ...."

A girlish giggling could be heard, followed by more whispers. The tickling resumed and this time the naked boy could barely contain himself.

"Oooooh ... noooo ... pleeeeeeeease ...." he whimpered.

The nude boy stirred without opening his eyes. He tried to move, but his arms were still being held by that stupid Hannah and her crazy mother. They were both bigger than he was and he could feel them pressing against his arms, holding him down against the hard leather upholstery. The only thing he could do was wriggle his hips and legs but that wasn't doing much good at all.

"I think he might have woke up," a soft voice whispered.

Daniel held his breath, just for an instant. The person was obviously talking about him. He wondered if they knew he was listening. He released his breath and tried to resume a normal pattern of breathing.

Another voice, this one more mature and forceful, whispered right in his ear. "Hello, pretty boy. If you're awake and you're trying to fool us, then you are in for a whole lot of trouble."

Daniel could feel the warm moisture of her breath and smell the scent of a mature woman's perfume. He felt a cold chill of guilt and anxiety hit his entire body. How could she know? Was it that obvious? How did she ...?

"Oh, my ...." the younger voice whispered. "You're right! He is awake!"

This was followed by "Awake or asleep, does it really matter?"

Daniel was about to open his eyes and come clean when some more shuffling about took place and he felt his arms being locked down even more tightly. He then felt his body being moved into a reclining position. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to imagine himself somewhere else. He wanted to get up and go to his room, but he didn't dare open his eyes or even move.

The naked boy braced himself as the mysterious tickler resumed its task. He pressed his thighs together as tightly as he could, but that didn't do much good. His erect penis stood straight out from his body. He bit his lips as something carefully and expertly stroked it with a feathery tough.

"Mmmm ...." The trapped boy moaned. He couldn't help himself. The sensation was enough to make him crazy.

Daniel tightened his legs together again and he pulled at his arms, but it was no use. The tickling at the tip of his dick was persistent and intrusive. He craved the touch of his own hands on his inflamed appendage, to relieve the itchy, scratchy feeling that had his blood flowing and his senses going wild.

"Oooh ... gooooosssh ...."

On and on it went, until he felt a familiar and alarming tingling deep within his hips, at the base of his blossoming boyhood. He smiled as he recognized the feeling. It was pleasant and lovely, something that he'd gotten to know and crave many times over the past several months. This was a sensation that he cultivated and refined – as boys his age were prone to do – in the privacy of his bed and the bathroom as often as he could. One that brought about ecstasy and delight and ... and ... and ....

Oh, gosh ... no!!!! Not THAT!!!! NOT NOW!!!

He suddenly realized he was about to spurt in front of the two people he feared the most in this world. Not in front of them! How could that be? What should he do?

I gotta stop this!!!!

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

And that's when he finally opened his eyes.

* * *

Hannah Wilson was intrigued and excited at the sight before her. Daniel Gilbert's naked body was stretched out on the couch between her and her mother, wiggling and twisting involuntarily, his arms trapped on either side and his bottom barely on the edge of the seat cushion. She smiled as she thought about how miserable the struggling boy must have felt as he tried to escape the tickle torture she was inflicting on him.

And to think that I'm responsible, that I made him like this, that I have this ... this power. I did it! Me and my little flower.

She thought for a second, then giggled. Well, and my mom, too!

The grinning teenager traced the tip of Daniel's turgid penis with the edge of the silken blossom, taking care to caress the tiny lips surrounding the pee hole. This seemed to be a particularly sensitive spot and always induced the most violent reaction. She snorted as the helpless boy squirmed and tried to pull away. There was nowhere to go as he was wedged in between her body and her mother. She touched him again, this time dragging the rough edge of the stiff cloth blossom down the middle the pink fleshy tip, parting the tiny lips ever so slightly.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" the naked boy suddenly cried, breaking out of his feigned slumber. His eyes wide and his mouth in a grimace, the panicked child squirmed uncontrollably as he tried to sit up.

"OH GOSH!!!" he cried out. OHGOSHOHGOSHOHGOSH!!!"

Hannah had to laugh. The expression on Daniel's face was astounding. He looked as if he was about to pee himself.

"Well, look who just woke up. What's the matter, slave boy? Were you having a bad dream?"

Hannah looked up at her mom, who nodded for her to continue. Giggling, she resumed tickling Daniel's penis, flicking the silken orchid against the shiny pink tip of his erection repeatedly and easily at will. The desperate boy rocked his hips left to right in a vain attempt to escape, but she was quick and accurate with the brightly colored flower. It quickly became a competition between the two children, Hannah scoring as many hits as possible and a frantic Daniel doing his best to escape them.

"You're just making it worse by struggling," Mrs. Wilson cooed. The pretty woman held her free hand over the helpless boy and wiggled her fingers. "Tickle tickle tickle! If you don't lay still the tickle monster may have to come back for another visit."

Hannah watched as her mother lowered her hand ever so slowly, her spider-like fingers clawing the air, animated and menacing. The naked boy's eyes went wide with panic and he squealed in terror. The fingers came lower and lower until they hovered just over his plump nipples, almost brushing the little pink tips with their crimson painted nails.

"Pleeeheheheheheeeeease ...." he sobbed in genuine desperation, "You don't understand ... you gotta stop! No tickle! No tickle! NO TICKLE!!!!"

The giggling teenager snorted at Daniel's reaction to her mother's silly threat. She was amazed at how the simple act of wriggling fingers and pretending to tickle someone could cause such a reaction.

Mrs. Wilson grinned. She then let her hand fly into action, attacking Daniel's chubby breasts and nipples, pinching and tickling away with wild enthusiasm.

"Tickle tickle," the mischievous woman sang. "The tickle monster is going to get pretty little Danny's pretty little titties."

"OH NO! OH NO! OH NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Hannah joined in the teasing with, "He sure is! Danny's a sissy! Danny's a sissy! Danny's a sissy!"

"PLEASE!!! STOP!!! IT!!!" screamed the naked child. "You gotta let me go! Please, god ... I'm gonna ... I gotta ... you don't understand ... Oh ... nooooooooooooo ...."

Then something happened, something unexpected and ugly ... and wonderful. Hannah watched with surprise as a shiny liquid suddenly shot from the tip of Daniel's penis. It streamed up across his belly and chest and even got a little bit on his chin and neck. At first the amazed girl thought he'd peed on himself, but it wasn't urine. It was silvery white and sticky and ... well, just plain disgusting.

"Eeeeeewwwwww!" The repulsed teenager let loose her grip on the squirming boy and backed away. She checked to make sure the nasty stuff hadn't gotten on her new sweater. "That's disgusting! What the heck was that?"

Hannah watched in disbelief as Daniel strained his body, arching his back and holding his breath. That's when it happened again! A second ... and then a third jet of the weird stuff shot from the moaning boy's penis, streaming up his torso and coating his belly and chest. By the time he was done he was a sticky, slimy mess!

"I'm sorryyyyyyyyy," whined a shamed Daniel. "I ... I couldn't help it ...."

The grinning woman glanced up at her daughter. "See, sweetie? This is why you have to be careful when you're playing with boys. They like nothing better than making these little messes."

"Ew, gross," the stunned teenager complained. "That is just plain nasteeee!!!"

Hannah was curious as to what would happen next. She watched with curiosity as Daniel just lay there. Judging from his breathing and the sweat on his body, he appeared to be fatigued, as though he'd just run a mile as fast as he could. While he caught his breath she thought about what she'd just seen and the stuff she'd read about male anatomy. And to think that she could be the cause of such a reaction in a boy like Daniel Gilbert – one of the cutest boys at her school – that was a huge thing to her. She'd never even kissed a guy before – her late father excluded, but that didn't count, not in this case, at least – and here she'd caused the incredibly gorgeous Danny to have a real, live orgasm!!!

This is absolutely amazing, the chubby girl thought to herself. Hannah Gilbert, you are awesome! I bet that stupid old Jennifer McCarthy hasn't ever done this. Not with my pretty Danny, she hasn't!

"I think somebody had a good time," Mrs. Wilson cooed in her melodic, singsong voice. "And I don't just mean your little slave boy, either."

Hannah blushed as she realized her mother was watching her. She grinned, then nodded.

"I did have a good time," she confessed. "That was the neatest thing I've ever seen."

Hannah's mother smiled. "I thought so, too, sweetie. It was pretty neat."

After a couple of minutes Daniel sat up on the couch, his hands shaking, his head lowered. Hannah noticed that the slimy stuff on his body ran slow and thick, with little globs, like some sort of extra sticky white glue. Mrs. Wilson handed him a tissue, but it was hardly enough to clean up the mess.

"Please, Mrs. Wilson, don't tell Delores," the soiled child pleaded. "She'll kill me when she finds out what I did. Please don't tell her."

"I don't see why I shouldn't," the pretty woman replied. "I'm not in the habit of hiding the truth from people. Not like certain little boys I know."

Daniel looked horrified. He clutched himself, crossing his arms across his sticky body and pressing his legs together. He then took a deep breath and begged as hard as he could.

"What do you think, Hannah?" Mrs. Wilson looked at her daughter and winked. "Do you think we should keep secrets from our parents?"

Daniel turned to the chubby girl and gave her his best "I'm-so-sorry-please-don't-tell-on-me-I'll-do-anything" look.

"Please, Hannah. Don't tell Delores. Please?"

She had to laugh at Daniel's reaction. His eyes went wide and he was speechless. He obviously didn't expect to hear her say something like that.

"It doesn't matter to me." Hannah shrugged. "It's not my problem if your mom gives you another whipping. You deserve what you get!"

Daniel shook his head and sighed. It took him a moment, but then he nodded his head.

"Okay, okay. I'll be ... be your ... your slave."

Hannah looked at her mom, then back at the contrite boy. "For the rest of the school year."

The naked boy frowned. "I thought you said the semester?"

Daniel looked ill. Hannah imagined that he wanted to tell her to shut up, but he was obviously not in a position to bargain with anybody. She giggled as he lowered his head and nodded.

"Okay, the rest of the school year," he said softly. "But you promise not to tell, right? You promise?"

Mrs. Wilson spoke up at that point. "So you have a deal? If Hannah doesn't tell, Danny will be her slave boy, right? For the rest of the school year?"

Daniel nodded while Hannah grinned.

"Sounds good to me, Mom!"

The mortified boy was aghast! "But ... we made ... we made a deal! I promised to be Hannah's ... Hannah's ...."

"Slave boy," the giggling girl said.

Daniel made a pouty face. "We made a deal."

"But ...."

Daniel looked like he was going to cry. Hannah's mother slid closer to the distraught youth and put her hand on his naked shoulder.

"Poor, pretty little thing." She brushed back his hair and kissed him on the forehead. "You couldn't help it, could you? The mean old woman and her pretty daughter tickled you so hard you made a mess. And now they made you cry? You poor, pretty little thing."

Hannah grinned at her mother. She then looked at the exhausted Daniel. He turned his head and averted his eyes. He was clearly mortified by all that had happened. She was surprised he hadn't run from the room. But he just sat there, as though he was paralyzed by what happened. And this intrigued her even further.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" he finally asked. "May I ... go, please?"

Mrs. Wilson winked at her daughter. "Certainly, dear. Hannah will go with you and make sure you don't do anything naughty."

"I don't need any help," Daniel said. He slowly stood up on wobbly legs and staggered toward the hallway. "I just need to go pee!"

"Go with him, sweetie," Hannah's mother said. "He's feeling kind of weak. You might have to give him a hand."

"Nurse Hannah to the rescue!" the plump girl cheerfully blurted. "Come on, slave boy. Let's go tinkle!"

Hannah followed the quiet boy as he moved gingerly and slowly to the little bathroom down the hallway. She watched with a mixture of curiosity and disgust as he wiped himself down with some more tissue paper. It took a bit of time as the mess was quite extensive. She was amused to see him scrub his chin and neck.

What a mess, she thought. I wonder what that stuff tastes like? I bet it's nasty.

She smiled as something occurred to her. I wonder if Danny's ever tasted it? You'd think he had, if it's true what all his mom said about him playing with it so much. After seeing him spew like that just now, he's bound to have gotten some on his face and mouth at some point.

The curious teen watched as Daniel then wet a wash cloth and scrubbed the affected areas with soap and water, his eyes lowered, silent and in shame. He treated his penis with great care, as if it was tender and sore.

"I need to pee," he said when he was done washing himself. He looked up, shy and somewhat fearful, when Hannah didn't respond. "Can you leave, please?"

"Go ahead, slave boy," the large girl replied. "I'm supposed to make sure you don't do anything naughty, remember?"

Daniel frowned. "But I need to pee. You don't have to watch that, do you?"

Hannah leaned against the open door, crossed her arms and smiled. "Go ahead. I'm not bothering you."

"But you're looking at me."

"I know I am. I've been looking at you all evening. Looking at you is fun. Haven't you figured that out by now, slave boy?"

Sighing deeply, the naked boy lifted the lid to the toilet and lowered his head. This was the first time Hannah had seen a boy her own age pee. She had to laugh as a stream of pale yellow urine shot from the pitifully limp little penis. It was hard to believe that just a few minutes ago that same appendage was so lively and playful.

I wonder how pee and that nasty white stuff come out of the same hole, she wondered. I'm going to have to look that up!

When he was done Daniel shook his flaccid boyhood and started to lower the lid.

"Aren't you going to wipe yourself, slave boy?" Hannah asked.

"Boys don't wipe. We don't have to."

For an instant Daniel looked like he was going to argue, but he nodded, got a tissue and did as he was told. Hannah smiled.

Yes! I made him wipe himself just like he was a girl. Awesome!

The remainder of the evening was quiet. The threesome finished watching the movie, but Hannah paid it little attention. Her mind replayed the events of the evening and the past few minutes in particular. The images in her mind were fresh and exciting, from her first glimpse of Daniel Gilbert kneeling on the floor in his birthday suit to watching him dance while she and her mother looked on and laughed. She grinned as she thought about how she'd called him her "slave boy" and how she'd gotten to torment him all evening long, spanking and tickling his naked body at will. Playing with his penis and making him spurt, well, that was the most rewarding thing of all.

I never thought I'd ever get to see a boy do that, the chubby teenager thought to herself. I can't believe I actually helped do it! I thought only pretty girls could do stuff like that.

Hannah glanced over at her naked slave boy. He was staring at the television, his mind a million miles away. She moved close, putting her lips close to his ear.

Daniel looked over to see Hannah's pimply, bucktoothed face mere inches away. They were close enough to kiss. For a moment their eyes were fixed on one another. Hannah smiled with confidence and power, proud and strong. The bashful boy bit his lip, a wan, apologetic smile on his sad face. It was almost as if he was asking for mercy.

Hannah glanced down at his penis. It had drawn up into a tiny trace of its former self, the little pink tip peeking out from between his plump thighs, sleeping and content. She smiled. The urge to reach out and touch it was powerful, but she managed to resist. There would be enough of that later. Her mother had assured her of that. Now was time for contemplation and appreciation. She then turned her attention back to the television and ignored the naked boy for the remainder of the evening.

She couldn't wait for tomorrow.

To be continued...