Danny and the Girl Next Door 5

By David

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Daniel Gilbert opened his eyes and yawned. It was barely light outside and the house was unusually quiet. Confused and disoriented, it took him a few minutes to realize where he was. He brushed his long dark blond hair from his face, rubbed his eyes and looked around. Good, it was morning and he was in his bed. That was oddly reassuring. For some reason he’d thought he might be somewhere else.

The youngster rolled over on his side, smiling as he curled his warm body up under the covers. The sheets felt good against his bare skin, slick, cozy and nice. He took in a deep breath, sighing with pleasure as he slid around under the slippery linens and stretched. He had to urinate so bad he had an erection, which was typical for him in the mornings. He loved that sexy feeling and he thought about going and peeing and then coming back to bed and jacking off ….

His eyes suddenly flicked open.

"Holy crap! I’m naked!” he exclaimed. “What the heck …?"

It was true. The bewildered twelve year old lifted up the edge of his bed clothes. He normally wore underwear to bed, but there he was, in his birthday suit, as bare as the day he was born. His cupid’s bow lips form an “O” when he saw his small but stiff penis sticking up from between his naked thighs and waving at him over his pale, plump belly. He frowned, sighed, and then rolled his eyes.

“Oh … yeah … yesterday," he whispered. "Crap! I almost forgot about … all that.”

Daniel sighed again. As he curled back up under the covers the gears in his brain engaged and he remembered why he wasn't wearing his usual whitey tighties ... or anything else. His face burned and his heart raced as he replayed the events of the previous day in his mind. He trembled as he recalled standing before his stepmother without any clothes; he squirmed as he relived the teasing smiles and caresses he got from his mischievous Aunt Margerite; and he cringed as he remembered the torment he endured at the hands of Hannah Wilson and her crazy mom.

“Yikes! I can’t believe all that stuff really happened to me,” he whispered. He squirmed his belly down against mattress, savoring the sensation of his aroused organ rubbing against the slick sleets.

“Holy crap! And Hannah Wilson of all people … that butt ugly, four-eyed pimply faced fat pig, 'Hannah the Hippo'? YECH!!!”

Daniel's eyes went wide with self-loathing as he suddenly recalled how his repulsive classmate had not only seen him naked, but she'd tickled and spanked and groped him in places that nobody else even saw, much less touched.

He shivered in disgust as he remembered the mess he made during that weird dream he had when he fell asleep while watching television. It disgusted him to know Hannah was part of that, too. And then she stood there in the bathroom with him and watched him pee? Ugh! He didn't like peeing in front of the other guys, much less a girl. And peeing in front of Hannah Wilson was one of the most shameful things he ever had to do in his life!

It was bad enough that Delores, his stepmother, was mean and made him go naked in front of everyone, but for somebody like Hannah Wilson to be part of all that was just horrible. More than horrible, it was catastrophic!

For, you see, not only was "Hannah the Hippo" ugly and nasty and just plain stupid, but she went to the same school he did and knew most all of his friends. All she had to do was open her big fat mouth and everyone would know his shameful secrets. He could only imagine the hell his classmates would put him through if they knew he spent Friday night dancing naked with somebody like Hannah. Or how that fat ugly girl somehow got the best of him and literally whipped his bare ass. Junior high school could be cruel. If any of his awful secret got out – any! – he might as well stay home and hide for the rest of his life.

"Holy crap!" he whispered. "That would really suck! That would suck bad!"

Sounds of stirring came from downstairs, bringing him back to reality. He glanced at the clock. It was nearly eight. He remembered it was Saturday. The weekend had barely started. He sighed one more time. Like it or not, he was about to start a new day. Another day in his birthday suit, he feared, and another day of uncertainty.

“Great. Just great.”

The naked child rolled over and lifted the covers up again. He stared at his penis, amazed that such a how such a funny, ugly little thing could bring so many problems in his life. With its strange, pink mushroom cap tip and how it curved to the right like that, it was the source of all his problems, and yet it brought him so much pleasure.

How could that be? He shook his head as he’d done so many times since discovering the strange wonders of his pubescent body. How could this horrid, misshapen little thing bring so much misfortune to his life? Why couldn’t it just be quiet and stop bothering him with its ill-timed erections and embarrassing leaking and oh, so wonderful, glorious distracting tingling and itching! He couldn’t help it if he like to play with it so much … how could something that felt soooooo great be so … so … shameful? Oh, and let’s not forget messy! Messy, after all, is one of the reasons he was in this fix to begin with.

“Stupid dick!” he muttered as he lowered the sheets and stared at the ceiling.

Believe it or not, sometimes Daniel wished he could just get rid of it … and other times all he could think about was making it happy. Such was the plight of many an adolescent boy ….

“Stupid dick!” he fussed again at his wayward appendage. It wouldn’t occur to him until much later just how ridiculous a conversation this was. “You did this! You got me in all this trouble! If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be in this awful mess!

“Stupid dick!”

For the longest while the restless lad lay there and wondered when his misery would begin. He dreaded whatever was ahead of him and he frantically tried to think of a way to get out of it. But the longer he waited the longer nothing happened. Maybe he had nothing to worry about. Maybe his stepmother had forgotten about their deal. Maybe she was tired of her little game and had more important things to do.

Yeah, maybe that's what happened, the nude child thought. Margerite's here. They always go shopping together on Saturday and they usually just leave me alone. Maybe that's what she'll do. Maybe she'll just forget about me and go shopping with Margerite.

"Yeah, that would be just perfect," he said aloud to himself. “I don’t wanna go through all that other crap again like I did yesterday.”

Daniel lay there for a while and tried to put his fears out of his mind. He thought about school and the dance he missed the night before and the movie he wanted to see today – anything but what happened with his family and Hannah and her mom. It worked. In fact, he had just dozed off when he heard voices coming down the hallway. He opened his eyes just as the bedroom door suddenly swung open. He let out a soft groan of disappointment as Delores Gilbert and her sister, the ever-grinning, ever-winking Margerite, entered.

Oh, crap!

Daniel’s stepmother and aunt presented an intimidating sight for the school boy. Delores wore a short white satin nightgown and a matching robe that was open in the front, a magnificent framework for displaying her ample bosom and long legs. She looked just as he thought of her, magnificent and imposing.

Aunt Margerite likewise looked just he always imagined her, voluptuous and sexy. To his delight his plump aunt wore a sheer pink nightie, the color of cotton candy, and a pair of frilly matching panties ... and nothing else.

The anxious lad was torn between fear and fascination as the two women stood before him, their faces full of mischief.

“Good morning, honey bunny!” Daniel’s stepmother smiled brightly as she looked down at him. “Ready to get up and at’em?”

Daniel couldn’t answer. He was too busy staring at his aunt. Despite being considerably fatter than her sister, Margerite was something to look at with her huge titties clearly visible through the pink gown. The gossamer material was so thin he could see her nipples and the crease that defined each breast. Looking down, he could even see the dark shadow of her pubic hair through the skimpy panties!   He blinked. This was even better than the pictures in his father’s girlie magazines.

“Hello? Is anybody home?” Delores waved her hand in front of his face. “Oh, for pity’s sake! Danny, stop staring, honey. You act like you’ve never seen a real live woman before.”

The embarrassed boy made a gulping sound – just like in the cartoons! – as he tried not to stare at either of the women. It was hard as they both hovered right over him, their smiles and their assets right in his face. Judging from the playful sneer on Margerite’s face, she knew exactly what he was staring at and she didn't mind in the least.

"Oh, let the boy look, Mommy." She pressed her shoulders together, forcing her breasts to push out against the thin cloth like a pinup girl. "Tell her, isn't this a lot better than some stupid old dirty girlie magazine, sweetheart?"

Daniel didn't know quite what to say. When in doubt, he decided, maybe it just was best to apologize.

“Sorry. I … I couldn’t … I’m sorry.”

His aunt caressed his long hair and gave him a wink in her naughty, knowing way. “Are you ready for some fun, pretty boy? Come on, get up! You’ve got a big day ahead of you.”

Daniel jumped as the playful woman reached for his exposed chest and pinched his nipple, giving it a sharp tweak. With her other hand she tickled him under his arm and up and down his side. The nervous child giggled, then struggled to pull his covers up to his chin. The last thing he needed was for either of these two women to see him naked with his penis erect.

“Ow! Please, Aunt Margerite, stop it!” He turned to his stepmother and frowned. “I really don’t want to get up right now. Do I have to?”

“Oh, absolutely! Come on, pretty boy, don’t be shy. We're going to have fun today. Aren’t you excited? I sure am!”

Daniel bit his lip. “Can’t I just stay in bed for a while? I’m pretty tired. I don't feel so good.“

“Umm-hmm. I’m sure.” Delores Gilbert raised an eyebrow. “Why are you acting so funny? You didn’t make a mess in the bed last night, did you? Hmmm? Did you jack off on my good sheets again? Yes? No? Let’s see ….”

Daniel felt his heart flutter in panic as his stepmother whipped the covers back, snatching them from his fingers and leaving his bare body exposed to the cool morning air. The naked child quickly rolled over on his stomach to protect his modesty. He could not believe his morning was starting out this way.

Double crap!!!

“Oh, good grief, Danny! I can’t believe you did it again! Don’t you have any self-control at all?”

Daniel looked up to see his stepmother holding something white in her hand. He blushed to see that it was the pair of panties she’d given him to keep under his pillow. She held them up by the frilly elastic waistband, her face registering disgust. He didn't have to look at them to know that they were stained and wet.

The distraught lad felt sick to his stomach. He hated talking about masturbation, especially with women and girls. And double especially with his stepmother and her sister! Just the fact that they knew what he did behind closed doors was embarrassing enough. Having to actually discuss such matters with them made him queasy to the point of nausea. The knowing glances and sneering smiles they gave him hurt as much as a slap in the face. He felt so ashamed of himself, he just wanted to pull up the covers and hide forever.

“I’m … I’m s-s-sorry,” he stammered, turning away from his stepmother and aunt so his long hair blocked his face from their view. There was no use in denying the truth. To do that would only result in disaster. “I … I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t get to sleep and … and … well ….”

"You little pervert!" His stepmother smacked at his face, then slapped his bare bottom with enough force to make him wince with pain. "Don't you know how nasty this is? My god, you little shit! And after all we talked about last night. I ought to whip the tar out of you!"

"Ow! I ... I'm sorry! Please, Delores, I won't do it again. Ow! Please don't hit me anymore. I said I wouldn't do it again!"

"Don't listen to him, sister!" chirped Margerite. "He's a man. He's lying."

Delores Gilbert shook her head. "He's not a man. He's a little boy. A perverted little boy, but a little boy nonetheless."

She examined the soiled panties and laughed.

"Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. You're at that age, I guess. Still, it's a nasty habit and you need to get it under control."

“Oh, he’s got it under control all right," quipped Margerite. "It looks to me like he knows exactly what he's doing. Here, let me see that”

The smiling woman took the lacy briefs from her sister’s hand. She weighed them carefully, then felt the filmy material.

“Good grief, Delores! Did you feel how heavy they are? And they're soaked! Good lord, little boy … you must have really been horny! How many times did you jack off? Come on, tell the truth!”

Daniel felt a flutter in his stomach as Margerite moved close. He tried to shift his body as she sat on the edge of the bed but there was nowhere for him to go.

“I dunno,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and rough. "Just once, I think.”

The blushing boy was lying, of course. After spending so much time the night before stripped naked and getting teased and tickled, he went to bed so excited, so energized that he’d jerked off at least three times. Well, three times that that he could remember. It all got a little hazy after that. Alone, in the dark, with the adults safely downstairs, he’d shot load after load into his stepmother’s panties, writhing and squirming about in excruciating adolescent ecstasy. In his frantic rush to relieve himself he never dreamed that he’d be found out. But he was, obviously, and now his stepmother had no problem confronting him over his boyish indiscretion.

“Just once, hmm?” Delores Gilbert gave the nervous lad a skeptical stare. “I don’t believe that for a minute. Don’t lie to me, Danny. Do you want another whipping?”

“Noooo ….” Daniel was desperate not to be punished again. “I’m not lying! I did it once, then I … I just fell asleep, I guess.”

His Aunt Margerite, of course, giggled to see him so nervous.

“You fell asleep, huh? Just like a man. You’re so cute! I could just eat you up!” She winked. “If your mean old mother wasn’t here I just might.”

Daniel blinked again. This was another one of those jokes that he never quite got. For some reason, however, it made him giddy.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Margerite, stop it!” Delores Gilbert gave them both a stern look. “You’re going to give the poor child a heart attack. How would I explain that to his father?"

The naked child winced in genuine pain as his pretty stepmother slapped his bare butt.

"Come on, Danny, get up. There’s plenty of time for that kind of nonsense later." She tossed the soiled lingerie on the bed next to him. "I want those washed out and hanging up to dry before you do anything else. If you have to you can use them to jerk off again tonight when you go to bed. Which I’ve no doubt you’ll want to do."

With a look of disgust she gave her naked stepson another hard smack on his bare butt, this one designed to cause pain. She smiled to hear him cry out in shocked surprise.

"Come on, honey bunny, get your little ass up! I want you downstairs in five minutes.”

Daniel wiped the tears from his eyes and watched his stepmother leave the room. Margerite, to his surprise, remained behind.

"Such a dirty lit-tle booooyyyy," his aunt sang in a childlike voice. She picked up the damp panties and dangled them just inches from the horrified lad's face. "Danny jacked off in his mommy's pant-tiiiiieeeessss, her pretty panties! Danny jacked off in his mommy's pant-tiiiiieeeessss …."

Daniel felt his stomach turn sour. "She's not my real mom," he said with a frown.

Margarite laughed. "It doesn't matter. You still jacked off in her panties. You know what that means, don't you? It means you're in loooove with heerrrrrr!"

The horrified boy's eyes popped wide open and his jaw dropped. His aunt was acting more like a mean little girl than a grown woman. That was almost as scary as what she said.

"That's not true! I am not! Don't say that, Margerite! I don't love her!"

The smiling woman raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you hate her? Your own mother?”

Daniel clenched his jaw. He did hate her – for the moment, at least – but he knew better than to say so.

“Noooooooo ….”

"Then you must be in love with her!” The pretty woman began singing her strange little song. “Danny loves his mommy, Danny loves his mom-miiiieee!"

Daniel buried his face in his pillow. He couldn't believe his aunt would say something like that! What a disgusting, sick thing to say! He didn't even like his stepmother much less love her. He wasn't proud of what he did, but that still didn't mean he was in love with her.

"I don't love her!" he cried. "Stop saying that!"

The smiling woman reached under his dark blond locks and caressed the nape of his neck. He squirmed uncomfortably as he felt her fingers trace a long, slow line down his back to the crevice between his buttocks. The palm of her hand was warm as she playfully rubbed his plump, unprotected bottom.

"Such a pretty, pretty little boy," she purred. "Such a pretty, pretty little toy ... Are you in love with your Auntie Margerite, too? Hmm? Hmmm? Do you jack off thinking about your pretty auntie, or is it just your mommy?"

“Margerite!” The youngster’s cries were muffled by his pillow. “Stop saying that! Please, stop saying that!”

Margarite continued to caress the naked lad's bare bottom for several minutes. Still mad, Daniel didn't like it at first. But he eventually relaxed and let himself enjoy the touch of the warm hand and fingers against his skin.

"Such a pretty, pretty little boy, such a pretty, pretty little toy," teased his aunt. She gave him a smack on his bare bottom. "Come on, you lazy thing. Time to get your cute little ass up."

Torn between excitement and fear, Daniel didn't want to move. He could feel his erection pushing against the mattress. He was desperate to keep it from being seen. He gave a soft whimper and made a sick face.

“What's the matter, honey bunny?” his aunt cooed. “Why aren’t you getting up?”

The blushing lad shrugged. "I'm not feeling too good. Maybe I need to stay in bed for a while."

Margerite raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Poor thing. You’re not feeling too good? Well, what is it, baby doll? Is it your tummy?"

He thought for a moment, shrugged again, then nodded.

“I think so." He thought again. A little bit too long, perhaps. "It might be something I ate.”

The grinning woman nodded. Her huge breasts jiggled left to right and back again beneath the sheer gown as she moved. She did it again, giggling as the youngster's eyes popped wide open with amazement.

“I see. Something you ate, hmm? Roll over on your back. Come on, don’t be shy.”

Daniel reluctantly complied, feeling more than a little self-conscious as he turned to face the ceiling. He glanced down for an instant to see his penis looking puny and ugly as it stood erect between his plump thighs. To make matters worse, the tip was sticky with that awful stuff that was always dripping out of him.

Ew, not now, he thought. Not with Aunt Margaret watching!

The bashful lad looked up to see his aunt staring right at him. He shivered with shame as he drew his legs up and tried to hide the ugly little source of his humiliation, but all that got him was a slap on the leg.

"Nuh-uuuh!" fused his aunt. "Put those legs back down so I can see what I'm doing."

"But ...."

"No buts about it. Unless you want me to give yours a spanking. Which I am perfectly happy to do."

Daniel did as he was told. To be laid out like that before his aunt, completely naked with his little wiener sticking up was mortifying. He was not proud of his pale, pink body. It was vulnerable and soft in all the wrong places, not at all like how his more athletic friends at school looked. He hated his fat butt and he felt like a baby with his plump belly and breasts and smooth hairless complexion. He didn't even have one hair between his legs or anywhere else where it mattered. His smooth legs and long hair – which the girls at school all loved –often made him the target of teasing amongst the older, more popular boys.

On the other hand, though his present predicament was shameful, it was also horribly exciting. Margerite, after all, was a very attractive and fascinating woman. She took great pleasure in teasing him and making him blush. At the same time she seemed to really like him. That had to count for something. Plus, in her skimpy pink nightie she was an adolescent boy's wet dream come true.

"Looks like somebody was thinking fun thoughts about something ... or somebody," cooed the plump woman as she bent over and gave Daniel's erection a close look. “Mommy, maybe? Oh, look, you’re leaking. What nasty little thing, hmm? No wonder you’re always getting in trouble.”

The trembling lad closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt his aunt's breath tickle his organ. He heard a giggle and when he opened his eyes he gasped in surprise. The smiling woman was now hovering over him, squeezing her enormous breasts together with her shoulders and practically pushing them in his face.

"You like looking at your pretty auntie, too, don't you? Hmm? Hmmm? So, maybe you're in love with me, too. Hmm? Are you in love with Auntie Margerite? Is that why your little wiener is dripping? Do you love your pretty auntie? Hmmm?"

Daniel gave his aunt a shy smile and shrugged. That was enough to set her off laughing.

Margerite giggled as she jiggled her huge bosom again, this time just inches from his button nose. "You dirty little boy! You do love me, too! What a dirty, horny, silly little boy you are! Just wait 'til I tell your mommy on you!"

The blushing lad didn't say anything. There wasn't anything he could say that wouldn't make things worse.

If it was just Aunt Margerite looking at me all weekend I wouldn't mind so much, he thought to himself. She’s so beautiful … being naked with her would probably be fun, even if she does talk a little crazy.

"Here, let me see something, lover boy." The smiling woman placed a warm hand on his face and caressed his cheek. She put her other on his bare belly, probing here and there in a not-so-gentle nurse-like fashion. “Does this hurt, sweetie? How about this?”

The naked child winced. The touch of her fingers tickled more than they hurt, but he played up feeling ill between the giggling and squirming.

“Ow … yes, ma’am. It does hurt. I think I’m really sick. Can't I just stay in bed today? Please?”

Margerite put her finger to Daniel’s lips, shushing him like he was a little child. She then laid her hand on his belly and rubbed it affectionately. The blushing boy squirmed as the errant hand stopped over his smooth pubic mound, the edge of her palm brushing the base of his penis. He closed his eyes and bit his lip.

Oh … wow …, he thought to himself. That feels … so nice … I hope she ... I wonder if she’ll … do ... it …?

Daniel held his breath and waited for something to happen. The hand just laid there. He glanced over to make sure his stepmother hadn't returned. He then looked up to see his aunt grinning at him.   Embarrassed, he cast his eyes down at his penis. It was stiff as could be and was standing up like a tiny curious pet.

"Hmmm ... Looks like somebody still wants some attention." She giggled, rubbed his abdomen again and then returned her hand to his penis, brushing her fingers back and forth lightly against the swollen, wet tip.

“You’d love it if I jacked you off right now, wouldn’t you, pretty boy? Hmm? Hmmm? You'd give anything if I took hold of your little weiner and gave it a good shake. Hmmm ...?"

The blushing lad bit his lip and looked away.

“Of course you would. Such a nasty little boy … with such a dirty little mind." The pretty woman laughed, baring her white teeth in the process. The naked child shivered at how beautiful she looked at that moment.

"At least you didn’t lie to me about it.”

Daniel looked up at his aunt with a look of anticipation on his cherubic face. He sighed as he felt her hand wrap itself around his boyish organ. The sensation was glorious; it was the best feeling he ever had in the world! For an instant he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

"Oh, yes, you’re just dying for me to do it, you little pervert, you!” The plump woman let go of him and laughed. "Well, it’s not going to happen, baby doll. You’re just going to have to suffer. Besides, I thought you said you had a tummy ache.”

Daniel felt a pang of disappointment as he realized how foolish he must have looked. He was eager to change the subject.

“My stomach does hurt. Please, Margerite, I really don’t want to get up. Can’t I just stay in bed today?”

His aunt smiled. “Let me talk to your mother about this. Maybe we can figure out what’s wrong with your belly. I am a nurse, after all."

The plump woman gathered herself up to leave the room. Daniel quickly curled up into a little ball, pulling his bedcovers up to cover his nakedness.

“Aunt Margerite?”

“Yes, dear?”

The blushing lad bit his lip. “Please … don’t tell Delores? Pleeeeeeeease?”

"Tell her what?"

Daniel felt his face burn bright red. "You know. About ... that ... all this ... stuff."

"Stuff, huh? Like how you’re in love with her and how you jack off thinking about her all the time?" The pretty woman laughed. “Mmmm … maybe I will … and maybe I won’t.”

She turned away and wiggled her huge round butt as she headed for the door.

"Danny loves his mommy," she sang in a mocking, little-girl voice. "Danny loves his mom-miiiieee!"

Daniel watched with despair as the mischievous woman made her exit. He then rolled over onto his stomach, half scared to death, half giddy with excitement. He was terrified of what his aunt might do. He’d just die if she told Delores he was in love with her – that was just perverted! His stepmother would agree, no doubt, and who knew what she might do then. The worse thing he could imagine was his father finding about any of this. Daniel couldn’t bear the thought of his father knowing he was jacking off, much less stealing stuff and hiding it in his room. That would be the absolute worst thing that could ever happen. The absolute worst!

On the other hand, he reasoned, there was hope. If his aunt didn’t say anything about his erection, and if he was lucky, he just might get out of the weird punishment that his stepmother was putting him through. And all he had to do was pretend he was sick. If he put on a good show – how hard could it be to fake an upset stomach, right? – he just might get away with it.

I should have come up with this sooner! Stupid dummy! Why didn't I think of this yesterday? I could have gotten out of all that crap they put me through!

Daniel pressed his hips against the sheets. He really had to pee, but he didn’t dare leave the room without knowing what was going on. His stiff penis almost hurt, it was so hard.

The bewildered lad considered his situation. This just might work. The only problem was having to stay in bed all day long, but if it meant avoiding running around the house in his birthday suit then it was a small price to pay. Anything to keep from being naked in front of his stepmother … and that ugly cow Hannah Wilson! He buried his face in his pillow to keep from laughing out loud.

On top of that, he couldn’t believe his aunt had almost jacked him off!

“Holy crap!” he whispered aloud. “That would be the best thing ever!”

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Thirteen year old Hannah Wilson lay in her bed staring out the window. She’d been awake since dawn, which was unlike her usual habit of sleeping on the weekend until long after the sun was up. She had a lot on her mind, which was also against her usual habits. Where on most weekends she usually just moped around the house and felt sorry for herself, well, right now she didn’t have time for any of that. Not after the events of the night before she didn’t.

“Wow,” the pimply faced girl whispered as she cast a dreamy look toward the morning sky. “I can’t believe all that stuff really happened. Wow!

“And Danny Gilbert of all people … double WOW!!!”

Hannah closed her watery blue eyes and smiled, her lips exposing the unfortunate rabbit-like overbite that caused her so much grief with her classmates and peers. Combined with her fat, pimple-infested face and the heavy glasses she normally wore, the homely teenager was the epitome of the junior high school outcast. And yet, here in the safety of her home, she felt beautiful and powerful ... and, yes, even a little bit pleased with herself.

For a few moments she stepped back in time, more than twelve hours before to the moment when she entered the house next door and first saw her archnemisis Daniel Gilbert naked. It was the first time she’d ever seen a boy completely nude. In real life, at least. She giggled as she remembered how comical he looked on his knees cleaning the carpet with his fat little bare butt up in the air and his puny penis dangling between his legs. It was a side of him that she often wondered about but never thought she'd get to see.

As it turned out, that was the first event in an evening of firsts. If she never saw – or touched – another real live boy naked again, well, that would be a shame. But was an evening that she would never forget … a memory that she would cherish for the remainder of her life.

What made the whole thing even sweeter was that of all the boys in the world for her to see naked, the snooty-but-cute Daniel Gilbert was the perfect victim. She adored his cupid bow lips, long eyelashes and beautiful blond locks. He wasn’t athletic like the other boys, and she found his soft, plump body interesting and fun to touch. And after all the grief he’d caused her and her mother earlier that summer, spying on them and spreading ugly rumors, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.

“Screw you, Danny Gilbert,” she said, muffling a vindictive giggle with her pillow. “That’s what you get, little slave boy! Mess with me and my mom, why don’t you? We got you and we got you good!"

As she pondered and wondered about her experiences from the previous evening, the excited girl tried to decide what on the most fun thing that happened. She couldn’t make up her mind if it was getting to lay her hands on Daniel’s bare bottom and giving him a spanking in front of his mom and his aunt, copping a feel while rearranging his unconscious body, or just staring at him, soft and vulnerable in all his naked glory.

Hannah smiled as she thought about the horror on Daniel’s face when he realized he’d been caught naked by her and her mother. And the look of resignation he had when Mrs. Wilson made him dance around like an idiot in the middle of the living room for them was priceless.

The teenager chuckled out loud as she suddenly remembered their tickle session together and how she was able to touch her naked prisoner all over, wherever she wanted. She smiled to think how she yanked on his penis and pinched his little ball sack so hard he cried. He was so pitiful and cuddly when his eyes filled with tears and he sniffed and pouted. She wanted to take his pink little naked body in her arms and hug and kiss his plump lips and his girlish, cherubic face, and she would have, too, if her mother hadn’t been standing there watching.

"Poor little thing. You might think you're tough when you're with all your friends, but you're a just a little sissy when you're naked and helpless, aren't you, slave boy!"

Besides holding him down and spanking his bare butt, Hannah had the most fun tickling poor Daniel's penis. To think that she had the power to drive a boy to have an erection and spurt like that … she still couldn’t believe she actually did it.

“That’s probably the neatest thing that happened,” she said aloud to herself. “Even if I never get the chance again, I know how it works. I did it once and I can do it again!"

“Next time I'm using my hand, though, and not some stupid flower!” she said with more than a little regret.

“Watch out, Danny Gilbert,” Hannah said in a low, sultry voice. “I’m gonna get you again. Just you wait and see!”

She sighed. “If there ever is a next time.”

But there was hope. The weekend wasn’t over just yet. There was the distinct memory of her mother saying so.

“So we get to do this again tomorrow?” Hannah recalled asking before going to bed.

“Oh, yes,” was the answer she’d gotten. “But only if you want to. The question is, do you want to?”

Hannah Wilson suddenly sat up in the bed, her eyes wide open, her pimply face beaming with joy. How could she be so stupid? How could she be daft enough not to realize … today, this day, was tomorrow! At least, it was the tomorrow her mother was telling her about. It was Saturday, the day she was supposed to see Daniel again!

“YES!!! Of course I want to!!!”

The excited teenager smiled a bucktoothed smile and licked her thin lips.

“Wake up, Hannah! You gotta get goin’!” She bounced her large frame out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. “I’m not messing this up! I’m going to make sure this happens … I am NOT going to mess this up!!!”

She stopped to look out the window toward the house next door.

“You better watch out, Danny Gilbert! I’m gonna get you, slave boy! I’m gonna get you good!”

*                *               *

Daniel Gilbert jumped into his bed and quickly pulled the covers up over his naked body. After waiting for what seemed like forever he’d taken the chance and slipped out of bed and down the hall to pee. He was hurting so bad, his erection was so painful, he didn’t have any choice. It was either that or take a chance on messing the bed, and after the encounter with his stepmother and aunt earlier in the morning he couldn’t afford for that to happen.   He’d thought for moment about jerking off at least once while he had the chance, but there was too much risk of getting caught.

“Oh, gosh … if only I knew what Delores and Margerite are doing ….” he whispered as he felt a familiar seductive tingling sensation between his legs.

The excited lad listened for his stepmother’s voice, but … nothing. For a long time nothing continued to happen. Daniel watched the clock for twenty long and tedious minutes. At first he wasn’t sure what to think. Then it occurred to him that maybe his aunt had bought into his story and talked his stepmother into leaving him in the bed for the day. He sure hoped so.

As he lay there Daniel thought about his aunt and how close she’d come to jacking him off. His twelve year old mind easily imagined her doing so, stroking his erect penis with her warm, soft hand and showing off her voluptuous body to him in the process. Ever since all this craziness began she’d been saying weird things about taking him home with her and keeping him naked all the time. He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he ever did go and stay with her.

“That just might be fun …,” he whispered as he squirmed against the warm mattress and savored the images that floated through his mind.

Daniel was about to doze off when he finally heard voices in hallway. He looked up to see his stepmother and aunt walk into the room. They both had suspicious smiles on their faces. The kind that rarely meant good news. Well, not for him, anyway.

“Margerite tells me you’re not feeling well,” Delores Gilbert said. “Something about a stomach ache.”

The nervous boy nodded as the two women took up positions on either side of the bed. He felt surrounded as his sheets were slowly pulled away, leaving him trapped, a naked prisoner awaiting an uncertain fate.

"I really don’t feel good Delo- ….” He stopped and gritted his teeth. “I mean, I don’t feel good, Mother. Really. I think it’s something I ate.”

“Um-hmmm. I’m sure it is. You better not be lying. Roll over on your back.”

Daniel sighed and complied. His erection had subsided, thanks to his clandestine visit to the bathroom, so it wasn’t completely humiliating when he turned over. His stepmother repeated her sister’s action, sliding her hand up and down his abdomen and feeling his stomach. At one point she bent over and laid her ear against his belly and listened for signs of illness. This felt very weird as her long dark hair caressed his limp penis. It was a sensation he’d never experienced before and it was as absolutely wonderful as it was embarrassing! The awkwardness was compounded when his stomach gurgled, causing him to squirm and his aunt to laugh.

“Be careful, sis. You don’t want to be part of any accident.”

Delores stood up and looked down at him for a moment. She then reached down and felt his forehead. Daniel smiled weakly as she ran her hand along his cheek.

“You feel fine to me. You’re not trying to get out of your obligations, are you? Because if you are it won’t do you any good. You’ll still have to go through your punishment eventually. Even if it means staying naked through all next week, you’re going to finish what you started. We have a deal, remember? Not unless you want your father to know what a little sneak thief and pervert you are.”

Daniel frowned. “Yes, ma’am. I mean, no, ma’am. Please don’t tell my dad, okay? Please? It’s just … I don’t feel good. I’m not lying. Maybe if I stay in bed for a little while I’ll feel better.”

“We’ll see. If you are sick, though, we need to know for sure.” Mrs. Gilbert turned to her sister. “Let’s see if he has a fever. You want to take his temperature or should I?”

“Oh, I’m doing that for sure!” Daniel felt the hair on the back of his head tingle as Margerite looked down at him and smiled. “I’d just love to take my pretty little nephew’s temperature!”

The naked boy’s eyes went wide as his aunt produced a thermometer and a jar of petroleum jelly.

What the heck???

“Lift up your legs, baby doll, and then spread’em. Come on, don’t be shy. I need to play with that cute little butt!”

A wave of dizziness hit Daniel as he realized what he was supposed to do. The thought of exposing himself in such an obscene way terrified him.

"Delores ... do I have to?" he pleaded. "I really don't want to ...."

"I'm going to whip your butt if you argue with me. You've got one second to lift up those legs!"

Guided by his stepmother and his aunt on either side, he raised his legs and drew up his feet, giving them easy access to his bare bottom. To make matters worse, the two women lifted his feet off the bed, exposing even more of his butt. He felt weak and vulnerable, like a little baby waiting for someone to change his diaper. He looked down to see two smiling faces hovering over his exposed penis and balls. For an instant he imagined his father walking into the room and seeing his shameful predicament.

"I don't like this," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "It's embarrassing."

Delores Gilbert gave her stepson an evil smile. "I'm sure it is. Too bad, so sad. Now, keep your feet up like this unless you want to be punished."

Did he want to be punished? Daniel frowned. If this wasn’t already punishment, then what was it? He started to complain, then decided against it. If he was lucky it would be over soon and he could get on with the rest of his day.

The anxious lad tensed up as a warm hand slid under his bottom and then paused, pressing against in between his cheeks. His brain was on overload, trying to process the situation. He started trembling as he fully realized what was about to happen.

“Um, I thought you were … why do you need to see my butt …? You can take my temperature … you know … my mouth …?”

His stepmother had a look of triumph on her face while Aunt Margerite looked more like a naughty little girl about to steal some candy. No wonder. It was her hand that was pressing up against his bottom. A shiver of fear of the unknown went up his spine.

"Sorry, baby doll, but we’re going to use a butt thermometer," Margerite said with a giggle. He winced as she gave one of his cheeks a firm pinch. "This is more accurate. A lot more fun, too."

Daniel tried to clench his buttcheeks closed but that was impossible. With his legs spread so wide apart and his bottom pointed upward, there was no hope for privacy or dignity. He felt a sense of panic coming on. He tried to raise up, but strong hands held him down on either side. “No, really. I’m feeling better now. You don’t have to … I mean … I don’t think … please, don’t do this ….”

“Oh, we’re going to do this, all right, honey bunny,” Delores Gilbert said in a firm voice. “You said you’re sick so we have to be certain. You ARE sick, aren't you? You’re not lying to us, are you?”

“Nooooooo ….”

“Then don’t be such a baby about it. Your Auntie Margerite’s a nurse, so it’s not that big a deal.”

Daniel bit his lip. “But … it’s gonna hurt!”

“Didn't your mommy tell you to stop being such a baby.” Margerite giggled. “It's not going to hurt. Boys your age usually get a kick out of this. I see it all the time down at the clinic. After looking at all of those dirty magazines, I think maybe you’ll like a little poke in the butt. I bet you’ll enjoy it a lot more than you’ll ever admit.”

Delores laughed. “Oh, really, Margerite. You’re awful!”

“It’s true. Trust me, sister. I know what I’m talking about. Just watch and see.”

Daniel watched, wide-eyed and helpless, as his stepmother opened up the jar of petroleum jelly. He felt a thrill shoot through his body as his aunt stuck her middle finger in and pulled it out. She glanced at the blob of goop and then winked.

“I bet you’ve been dreaming of this for a long time, hmm, pretty boy?”

The naked child bit his lip and shook his head. “Do you really have to do it that way? Please … I really don’t wanna ….”

Margerite chuckled. “Oh, shush, you big baby! I do this all the time at the clinic. Now just relax and enjoy yourself while auntie gets everything ready.”

“Can’t I at least turn over?”

“Nope!” the plump woman cheerfully chirped. “I can reach everything I need just like this. Besides, I like looking at your little boy parts. They’re so pretty when they don’t have all that nasty hair. Just like they’re all shiny and new!”

Daniel’s stepmother snorted. “Oh, good grief, Margerite! You’re as much of a pervert as he is!”

“Don’t listen to her, Danny,” trilled Margerite. “I’m not a pervert. I’m a licensed professional. You’re in good hands, honey bunny.”

The petrified child closed his eyes in shame. His legs were then lifted until his knees were over his head. He felt totally helpless as the two women spread his legs apart, like one of the girls on the cover of his father’s adventure magazines. For an instant he imagined being tortured by Nazi interrogators. That caused him to panic and he once again tried to clench his bottom tight in an attempt to protect his butthole from being exposed.

SLAP!!! A sudden fire lit up his bare thigh, right next to his balls. He couldn’t help but wince with pain as the burning sensation lingered for the longest time.

“Don’t fight us on this, Danny,” his stepmother warned. “This is going to happen, so you may as well let us do it. Give us any more trouble and I’ll flip you over and wear out that fat little bottom. Either way you’re going to get poked. We can do it the easy way or we can do it the hard way. It’s all up to you, pretty boy.”

Daniel pouted, then sighed. As much as he dreaded being touched this way between his legs, he really didn’t want to get his bottom beat again.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said quietly. “It’s just … really embarrassing.”

Delores smiled. “That’s not my problem, is it? It could be worse. I could go get Hannah over here to help!”

“NOOOOOOO!!!”

“Then do as I say! NOW!!!”

The frightened lad covered his face with his hands. He relaxed his muscles and resigned himself to whatever was about to take place. He wanted to cry as curious hands roamed over his body, raising his legs up even higher. By this time his knees practically touched his shoulders, giving them complete and total access to his bare butt.

“I really don’t like this,” he whispered.

“Too bad, so sad,” his stepmother replied. “Maybe this will teach you to have some respect for yourself and others.”

There was some girlish giggling and rude, groping fingers resumed spreading his bottom wide apart. Daniel gasped as a cool gust of air, someone’s breath, perhaps, caressed his butthole. As if that wasn’t bad enough he could feel the two women staring at him between his legs, penetrating his very soul, looking and probing and judging him at his most private place.

“Isn’t that cute,” cooed Margerite’s playful voice. “Oh, yes … Danny’s got such a cute little winky hole. See how pink and pretty it is? That’s a nice little butthole. It’s almost as adorable as his fat little bottom."

Delores chuckled. “He’s got a fat bottom, all right. And it’s going to get a whipping if he doesn’t lay still.”

Daniel was so ashamed as his bottom end was examined, touched and discussed. Nobody was supposed to ever see that part of his body. Nobody was supposed to ever see him like this at all! And now two of the people he feared the most in the world had him opened up and exposed for their viewing pleasure.

At least that stupid Hannah isn't here to see me like this, the mortified lad thought to himself. That would be the absolute worst!

"Lay still, honey," Margaret cooed in a girlish, sing-song voice. "Let auntie take your tempera-tuuurrrre ….”

What happened next was something that Daniel would relive again and again in his mind for years to come. From the first touch of the cool petroleum jelly between his cheeks the youngster was terrified and humiliated. He felt horrible as Margerite’s slimy finger pressed against the one spot on his body where he barely tolerated touching himself. It was like she’d taken control of his body and was reaching inside to steal his deepest darkest secrets.

“Mmmmmm … nooooooooooo ….”

But then something odd happened. Something scary and shameful and yet somehow comforting and … lovely … occurred as the curious digit skillfully slid past his defenses and worked its way deep inside his body.

He liked it, Daniel Gilbert decided with more than a little confusion. As awful as his situation was … to be held down like that and have his bottom probed with his aunt’s finger … he actually liked it.

Oh, gosh … that feels really nice ….

“Wow,” the smiling boy whispered. “Oh, wow ….”

A flutter of giggles and laughter broke his musing. Almost immediately the squirming preteen realized his mistake. Biting his lip, he cleared his throat and moaned.

“Um, I, uh … I … I mean … oooh … oooooowwwww.”

Margerite’s voice purred as she caressed her nephew’s bottom. She gave him a little tickle along his inner thighs, causing the youngster to yelp with reluctant laughter.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure that hurt. Don’t fib to me, pretty boy. I can tell when little boys are lying. See here … I’ve got my finger right up your lie detector.”

Daniel’s eyes went wide with surprise as the laughing woman swirled her finger around his butthole with gleeful vigor. He arched his back and writhed about on the bed with pleasure, a soft cooing sound escaping from his reluctant lips.

“Oooooh … wooooooowwwwww ….”

“See? I told you so,” his playful tormentor teased.

Daniel over to see his penis sticking up, hard and stiff, the pee hole staring him right at his face. His eyes went wide with disbelief as it dripped out a slow stream of that weird sticky clear stuff. It formed a small pool in his belly button.

Oh, god … not NOW ….

"Ew, Danny!" his stepmother fussed. "Is that really necessary?"

The shamed child felt sick as he realized his most private thoughts were on display for everyone to see. "I'm sorry ... I can't help it. It just does that on its own sometimes."

Margerite giggled to see her nephew’s expression. “Like I said, your little lie detector tells us everything.”

Delores Gilbert snorted. “I thought his little hole was his lie detector, not his wiener.”

“They’re all connected,” replied her sister. “It’s all part of a system.”

“Oh, really? Did you learn that in nursing school?”

“Nope, from a succession of failed relationships.” Margerite gave Daniel's twitching hole an extra little twirl with her finger, prompting him to shudder and moan with reluctant pleasure. “See, I know what I’m talking about. Just ask our little man here. He knows his auntie has got some skills.”

The boy’s stepmother sighed. “Okay, sister dear, that’s enough. You’re supposed to take his temperature, not rape the poor thing. He’s got enough perversions as it is.”

Daniel suddenly felt a combined feeling of relief and disappointment as his aunt quickly and almost painfully removed her finger. His bottom felt so empty without it. Then something cold and slender slid back in its place. The thermometer wasn’t quite as nice as his aunt’s finger, but it would do.

“Lay still, sweetheart,” Margerite ordered. “We have to leave it in there for a few minutes. You don’t mind, I’m sure.”

The blushing boy did as he was told. He felt just like the woman in his father’s magazine with his legs lifted up over his head and his defenseless butthole pointing to the ceiling; all that was missing was the enemy soldiers and some whips and chains.

Turning back to reality, the helpless lad listened as his stepmother and aunt chatted amiably between themselves, ignoring him as though he was a piece of furniture.

“So, sister dear, are you going to buy that dress today? It’s on sale.”

“Maybe. It depends on what else we have going on. I’ll think about it.”

“I want to take another look at those shoes. I think I need to get them.”

“Oh, good lord, Margerite. You’ve got three pair just like them. How many more are you going to get?”

“As many I as I need. It takes a lot of high heels to keep me looking good.”

Danny rolled his eyes as his aunt giggled like a teenaged girl. He felt so foolish, lying practically upside down with a thermometer stuck in his bottom while the two women talked. Looking down past his bare belly, he could still see his erect penis, still dripping slime, staring him right in the face. He so wanted to be somewhere else, but he knew there was no escape.

This is just awful, he thought to himself. He stared at the ceiling and tried counting the little bumps in the plaster. How much longer is this going to go on?

Indeed, the conversation went on for a painfully tedious time. So long, in fact, that the naked child almost fell asleep despite his comical upside down position. He was brought back to reality as the thermometer was abruptly removed. Daniel lowered his legs back down on the bed linen. He blushed to see his erection standing straight up, the tip shiny with leakage.

“Well, somebody is having a good time, it seems,” Margerite said with a giggle.

She then studied the thermometer and gave him a skeptical look. “Hmmm … you don’t have a temperature. Are you sure you’re sick? I think somebody is faking it to get out of being punished.”

“You better not be lying, little mister!” Delores reached down and poked the frightened boy in the ribs with a sharp fingernail. “What did I say about lying? Do you want me to beat your butt?”

Daniel shook his head in earnest. This was his big chance to avoid running around the house in his birthday suit and he was desperate to make it work. “I’m not lying, I promise! Please … I’m not lying! My belly hurts. It really does. It hurts really, really bad.”

Delores looked over at her sister. “Well, you heard him. His stomach still hurts. What do you suggest, nurse?”

Margerite shrugged, then giggled.

“Oh, we can take care of that, no problem,” the plump woman said cheerfully. “This is my personal specialty.”

Daniel’s stepmother reached down, sliding her hand under his chin and lifted his face upward. She brushed the hair from his eyes and gave him a long look. The bashful child felt small and helpless as he tried to avoid her gaze.

“You better not be lying, honey bunny. You really better be sick. Because if you aren’t, you’ll wish you were. You’ll be in for a world of hurt.”

The two women disappeared. Daniel immediately rolled over on his stomach to hide his embarrassment. He then took a deep breath and sighed. He figured he should be worried, but he couldn’t imagine what for. He’d just play sick and stay in bed all day. It would be boring as heck, but it would be worth it to avoid being naked in front of people again and getting teased all day.

And besides, he thought to himself, I really don’t want another spanking.

*                *               *

Meanwhile, next door at Hannah Wilson’s house ….

“Well, good morning, sweetie!” Mrs. Wilson looked up from her paper and greeted her daughter. “You’re up awful early and … oh, my … and you look very nice, too. Are you feeling all right?”

Hannah smiled at her mother. She was wearing her new jeans and a pretty top that had been hanging in the closet for more than a year. She put her hands on her hips and laughed.

“So, what are you saying, Mom? You saying I don’t look nice all the time?”

The elder Wilson shook her head and laughed. “No, that’s not … oh, you silly thing! You know what I’m saying. You look gorgeous! What’s up with you, sweetie? It’s barely eight-thirty and you’re already up and dressed and looking like you’re ready to tackle the world.”

Mrs. Wilson cocked an eyebrow and leaned in her daughter’s direction. “This doesn’t have anything to do with a certain slave boy we know, does it?”

Hannah’s cheeks turned bright red. “Mom! Please! Can’t I just … just … oh, can’t I just do and be without being second guessed?”

“No, not really.” Mrs. Wilson smiled and lifted her cup of coffee to her lips. She noted with pleasure that her daughter had gone as far as to brush her thin blond hair and tie it back in neat, almost feminine ponytail. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just interested in my one and only daughter, that’s all. I didn’t think that was second guessing, but if you think it is, well, then I ….”

The kitchen was quiet for a few moments as Hannah prepared her breakfast. There was a box of doughnuts on the counter from the day before. There was also a bowl of fruit. She looked at her mother’s plate and saw the remnants of grapefruit and toast and a little cottage cheese. She frowned, then sighed. Grapefruit it was. Besides, she had too much on her mind to waste time on food.

“Mom, do you think …?”

“Yes, dear?”

Hannah frowned, then shook her head. “Mom, do you think … I mean, after last night. Do you think … we’ll get to see Danny again today? I’m just asking.”

Mrs. Wilson smiled without taking her eyes from the paper. There was a sale at the mall and she had her eye on a dress. She wondered if it was going too far if she bought one like it for Hannah.

“Well, do you want to see Danny today?”

The heavyset girl shrugged, then nodded her head. “Well, yeah! I mean, that was kinda fun. I wonder if his mom is making him … you know ….”

“Stay naked?” Hannah’s mother folded the paper and laid it on the counter. “From what I understand, he’s being punished all weekend. I’d say that if you wanted, yes, you probably will see Danny Gilbert in his birthday suit sometime today.”

Mrs. Wilson gave her daughter a look of curiosity. “Do you … want … to see him that way? You don’t have to if you ….”

Hannah’s eyes went wide with excitement as she interrupted her mother. “Heck yeah! Can I? I mean, can we? How do we … you know … get to do it? It’s kinda early, but do you think they’re up …?”

Mrs. Wilson laughed. “Well, now hold on. We’re not going over there just yet. Weren’t you going to do something with Edith and Samantha today? Weren’t you guys going to that movie or something?”

“I dunno. I think … I think I’d rather stay here and watch Danny. He’s a lot more interesting than some stupid movie.” Hannah gave her mother a sidelong glance. “I, um … I did kinda want to see if I can show him to Edith and Samantha, too.”

“I see.” The pretty woman nodded. “Well, that does sound like fun. Tell you what. Why don’t you give the girls a call and see what they want to do today. Invite them over if you like. Then you can decide on whether you want to see the movie … or maybe do a little babysitting.”

Hannah’s face turned red as she realized what her mother was suggesting. She gulped back her anxiety and tried to think of something grown up to say.

“Um … okay, I can do that. Movie … or babysitting.” The homely girl bit her lip and giggled. “Do you think his mom will mind? I mean, about letting Edith and Samantha see him … naked?”

Mrs. Wilson folded her paper and laid it down. An odd smile curled her lip, giving her a girlish, almost cruel expression.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

Hannah Wilson grinned. Today was going to be a very interesting day.

*                *               *

When Delores Gilbert and her sister entered the room Daniel was surprised and curious to see what they brought with them. His stepmother carried a clear pitcher of what appeared to be soapy water. Margerite carried a large pink towel and some sort of red rubber bag with a white hose. He had absolutely no hint of what was about to happen.

“What’s that?” he asked warily.

Margerite giggled. “You don’t know what this is?

Daniel felt ill. “Noooooo ….”

“This is a douche bag, sweetie,” Delores explained, her voice slow and deliberate, as though speaking to a small child. “Ladies use it to keep their private parts fresh and clean. We’re going to use it to help my little honey bunny feel better.”

The nervous boy looked at the rubber bag. His eyes traveled along the hose until he saw the long, fluted nozzle. He bit his lip and shrugged.

“Okay ... I guess. It looks like some sort of sprinkler.”

His aunt picked up the nozzle and playfully tapped him on the nose with it. She then waved the offensive object in front of his face so close he crossed his eyes.

“You’re right! It is kinda like a sprinkler. See here, we stick it up your butt and fill your belly full of warm soapy water. That’ll help you poop out whatever it is that’s making you sick and then you’ll be all better. It’s called getting an enema. Isn’t that a fun word? Enema? It sounds like fun, doesn’t it? Say it. Come on, say it!”

“En- … enema …?”

Daniel nearly choked on the word. Both women laughed at his response. He blinked, then tried to swallow.

“You’re teasing, right? You’re not really going to stick that … up … my butt?”

Delores touched her stepson on the chin, directing his gaze toward her face.

“That’s what she said, honey bunny. Up your fat little butt.” She traced a line up his bare leg to his bottom with her finger, then let it linger up and down his crack. “You’re not going to give us any problems, are you?”

The naked lad’s breathing became erratic at the touch of his stepmother’s finger along his bottom. He looked down at the plastic nozzle and then at the two smiling women.

“The … the whole thing?”

Margerite nodded, a huge smile lighting up her face.

“Oh, you betcha! The whole thing. They make larger ones, but we thought we’d start out small and work our way up. Hey, don’t look so scared. It really does feel good. A lot better than my finger, I promise!”

The worried boy looked from his aunt to the dreaded nozzle to his stepmother. It didn't look that small to him.

“I don’t want that big ugly thing up my butt, Delores.”

“What did you call me?” his stepmother said, her voice stern.

Daniel sighed. “I … I don’t want that thing up my butt … Mother. I don’t want a … an … enema. Do we have to? I mean, I don’t feel so sick anymore. I’m feeling a lot better, I think.”

Delores Gilbert reached down and caressed her stepson’s long blond locks, pulling it away from his blushing face.

“I figured you’d say that. It doesn’t matter, honey bunny. You have a choice. You can either let us do our job or you can get your butt beat. Which will it be? Come on, we don’t have all day.”

The anxious child bit his lip. Oh, crap, he thought to himself. What did I get myself into? Way to go, Gilbert!

“I don’t want another whippin’,” he whispered. “But I don’t want that thing up my butt, either. I’m feeling better, I promise!”

“Come on, make a decision. We don’t have all day,” his stepmother fussed. She gave him a sharp slap on his bare bottom. “Which is it, another whipping or a poke in the butt? Keep stalling and you’ll get both! Is that what you want, because I can make them both happen, just like that!”

Margerite giggled. “That sounds pretty good to me!”

Daniel took a deep breath and held it. Feeling trapped, he could not take his eyes off the nozzle in his aunt’s hand. This was way worse that hot boiling metal and whips and chains. If they were going to do to him what he thought they were … this was beyond his worst nightmare. He didn’t want anybody playing with his bottom anymore, not like that! At the same time he didn’t want another beating, either.

He took deep breath and looked at his aunt. Her grinning face let him know that whatever it was, she was looking forward to it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all ….

“I guess … I guess I’ll take the … the poke in the butt.”

Delores Gilbert looked pleased. “Good decision. You were about to get both.

“I figured you’d go that way,” cooed Margerite. “You made the right choice, honey bunny. If you thought getting your temperature taken felt good you’re going to love this. You’re going to have soooo much fun, you won’t be able to stand it!”

Daniel’s stepmother grunted. “You’re awful.”

“No, I’m just good at what I do,” replied her sister. She caressed Daniel’s naked back, giving him a little tickle along his side. She raised an eyebrow at the giggling boy and winked. “Just you wait and see, you pretty little thing. This is going to be a day you’ll remember for the rest of your life.”

“Good god, Margerite,” Delores grunted. “Just get on with it, for god’s sake!”

What happened next was a blur. Lying face down and hugging close to the mattress for protection, the bewildered youth watched with fascination as the two women went through the bizarre ritual of preparing him for his first enema. Soapy water was poured into the rubber bag, the jar of petroleum jelly was opened, whispers and giggles were exchanged along with knowing glances and smiles.

“All right, baby doll,” purred Aunt Margerite. “Roll over on your back. I want to keep an eye on your lie detector while we do this. This should be interesting.”

“Can’t I just stay like this? Please? I feel more comfortable on my belly.”

Another slap on the bottom was his answer. Daniel hesitated, and a second, much more painful smack convinced him to do as he was told. Fortunately, his penis had relaxed and wasn’t standing up. The bad news was that it was still dripping slime from the tip. He looked up at the ceiling, thought about Nazi interrogators, and prayed for sudden death.

That’s when he felt the women's hands on his bare legs, raising them up again and spreading them wide apart. As his legs were lifted up a pillow was placed under the small of his back and a towel was spread under his bottom. His stepmother and aunt the forced him to lift his feet high again until his knees almost touched his nose and his butthole was pointing obscenely upward. He looked over to see his penis once again staring back at him, a slow, sticky stream of slime leaking from the tip into his belly button. It was a horribly awkward position to be in. His eyes went wide with fear as he realized this was getting serious.

“Comfy?” Aunt Margerite gave him a smug look.

The panicked lad shook his head. “Not really,” he croaked.

The plump beauty giggled. “Don’t worry. It’s about to get worse.”

Daniel felt his heart race as his bottom cheeks were spread wide open and a dollop of lubricant was applied to his butthole. He gritted his teeth as the hard tip of the nozzle pressed against him, paused, and then slid inside.

"Oh, oh ... oh gosh!" he whispered aloud. "Oooooh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh ...."

Delores snorted back her laughter. “Good grief, Danny, don’t be so obvious. You sound you’re jacking off.”

“And how would you know what that sounds like?” chirped Margerite.

The older woman sighed. “Oh, I know, all right. Like father, like son.”

Daniel bit his lip as the two sisters laughed. He tried not to think about what they were saying.

"Well, I think our little one really likes this," said Margerite. She gave the nozzle a little wiggle and giggled to see Daniel’s eyes pop wide open. "Do you like that, sweetie? Doesn't it feel good? Isn’t it the best?"

The truth of the matter was that it did feel good, but the baffled lad was too afraid and ashamed to say so. He squirmed his hips against the pillow and clenched and unclenched his bottom muscles, moaning with reluctant delight as the thick nozzle moved in and out and around and around inside his rectum.

“See, didn’t I say it felt good?” purred his aunt. “I think somebody likes getting his pretty little bottom poked. We might have a future fairy boy on our hands here, don’t you think?”

“Let’s find out,” Delores said with a devilish smirk. She leaned over her stepson and brought her face close to his. “Do that again,” she told her sister.

Daniel gasped, then bit his lip as the smooth nozzle slid in and out of his butthole. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. He almost smiled, but his stepmother’s face was just inches away, her breath mingling with his own. He tried not to look in her eyes, but he couldn’t help it.

“This is a fine little fix you got yourself in, isn’t it?” she whispered with no little satisfaction. “Just like in your daddy’s girlie magazines, only you’re the one who’s on the receiving end. What do you think of that, hmm? Hmmm?”

The helpless boy couldn’t think of anything to say. He was too busy dealing with the funny feelings that emanated from his bottom. The strange intruder suddenly pushed against an extra sensitive spot, causing him to moan softly.

“Oh, yes, you like that … a lot, don’t you, you little pervert?” The dark haired woman smiled. “You better watch out … between Margerite and those horny boys you go to school with, your little butt is a prime target for getting fucked, now that you know it can be done.”

“My god, Delores!” Margerite gave a girlish laugh. “And you say I’m the bad one.”

Daniel’s stepmother shrugged. “You didn’t catch the look on his face. See? He’s loving this.”

Her sister looked down at the wide-eyed lad and giggled. “Well, I warned you. Maybe we’ve uncovered some latent tendencies. It’s always possible.”

Delores Gilbert laughed out loud, so loud it was scary. “My god, I never expected that. I wonder if his daddy knows he’s a fairy boy?”

The squirming boy couldn’t speak, he was so enthralled – and mortified! – by the circumstances that held him captive. He looked down to see his penis standing proudly at attention, leaking and dripping and betraying his secret pleasure to the world. He hated being lorded over by his stepmother and aunt, and he despised the suggestion that he was a “fairy boy.” But at the same time he just loved the strange sensation that assaulted him from within. It both thrilled and frightened him in a way that he didn’t quite understand, but would soon come to adore.

“Uh, oh,” cooed Aunt Margerite. There was a soft click, then, “Here comes the flood!”

Daniel gasped in shock as a sudden warmth filled his bottom and penetrated his insides. It was a horribly exciting sensation, triggering a breathtaking wave of pleasure throughout his body. The shame he felt from having his bottom violated combined with the ecstasy he felt in his abdomen and loins to create a lasting impression in his mind. As much as he tried to hate what was happening to him, he couldn’t help but smile and whimper with submissive delight.

“Ooooh … wow! MMMMmmmmmm ….” cooed the breathless boy.

“Our little fairy is having a good time,” observed his stepmother. “Why am I not surprised.”

It took a while for the bag of water to empty. When it finally did, Daniel found himself feeling swollen and very uncomfortable. The weight of the soapy water in his belly alarmed and roused his senses. A sudden urge to go to the bathroom caused him to blush, not just in his face, but his pale neck and chest as well.

“Um, I gotta go to the bathroom,” he whispered shyly.

“Lay still,” ordered Margerite. “The enema has to do its work.”

“But I really gotta ….”

A hard smack on his butt shocked him into shutting up. His stepmother brought her face close to his and gave him a hard look.

“Your aunt said to lay still! Do NOT argue with her!   Now hush or you’ll find yourself grounded for the whole week!”

Daniel clenched his buttcheeks together tight and took a deep breath. The pain let up for a moment, but the feeling of the huge nozzle inside his bottom was distracting and – though he would never admit it – not all that unpleasant. Wiggling his hips against the pillow, he wondered what would happen next.

“That movie last night was really good,” Aunt Margerite said nonchalantly. “I think it was the best one yet. The crowd was pretty amazing. I’ve never seen so many people at the theater.”

“Um-hm,” replied Delores. “I think just about everybody we know is going to see it. Oh, well, not everybody. Not people who lie and steal and act like perverts.”

There was a giggle, then some whispering. Daniel sighed as he felt a warm hand stroke his abdomen. It was bad enough his belly was in pain … did they have to make him feel any worse?

“Oh, the poor little thing can’t go to the movies,” trilled his aunt. “Instead he has to stay home and get spanked and poked in his fat little butt. Too bad, so sad.”

The frustrated lad tried to ignore the gentle teasing as he had other things on his mind. His belly gurgled and churned and the increasing pressure build up begin making him feel sick.

“Can I please go to the bathroom now?” he asked. “It’s starting to hurt some.”

“No, not just yet, honey bunny. Wait until Margerite says so. You’ve got to let the solution do its work or we have to start all over again. Isn’t that right, sister dear?”

Daniel’s aunt gave a girlish giggle and nodded. “That’s right. We have to go back to square one. Which is fine by me!”

“But, Delo- … Mother, please … I really gotta go.”

“Oh, shush. Do you want another week of this? No? Then you just lay there and keep quiet.”

Daniel whimpered a bit, but he did as he was told. The longer he laid there the worse he felt. It wasn’t long before the pain and misery grew until he thought he was going to either mess himself or throw up. He did his best not to squirm or move at all for fear of aggravating his situation.

“After breakfast we need to get going,” Aunt Margerite said. “The store opens at ten and I really want those shoes. I just hope they still have them in my size.”

“You sound like you’re in a hurry,” her sister replied. “I thought you were having fun here playing nurse.”

“Oh, this is fun, all right. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. But I can always play nurse. If I don’t get those shoes, I’m going to blame somebody.”

Daniel jumped as a sudden pinch inside his thigh – right next to his balls! – caught him unaware.

“OW!!! Aunt Margerite!”

The frightened boy trembled as he felt a hand cup his balls and give them a not-so-gentle squeeze. His aunt moved in so close he could smell her breath.

“And if I have to blame somebody, it may as well be you, sweetheart. Oh, yeah … if I don’t get those shoes, somebody is going to get an ass whipping. And probably another poking, too.”

“Don’t say that,” quipped Delores. “He’ll mess up for sure if he thinks he’ll get his fat little butt poked any more than it already is!”

The naked boy frowned as his aunt gave an evil laugh. She sounded just like a spoiled teenaged girl and it made him feel a little bit afraid … and a whole lot ashamed.

“Owwww,” he moaned softly as the soapy water trigged a spasm of pain in his abdomen. “It really hurts ….”

There was some more whispering and soft laughter, and at long last the miserable lad was allowed up. His eyes went wide with surprise when Margerite practically yanked the nozzle out. He made a soft “yelp” and clenched his muscles tight. For some reason his penis tingled and another surge of clear slime came out of the tip and dripped on his bare leg.

“Oh my, I think somebody really is enjoying himself.” Margerite tittered as she set aside her torture devices and held out her hand. “We’ll have to do this again.”

“No doubt,” Delores replied with a sneer. “Why am I not surprised.”

The two women helped the weakened child out of bed and took him to the bathroom. To his dismay they took up residence near the door, chatting away and making no move to leave the room as he stood next to the toilet.

"Aren't you going to leave? I really gotta poop!"

“Don’t mind us,” Delores said, lighting up a cigarette. “You just do what you have to do. We’ll be right here if you need us.”

As much as he hated to do it, Daniel sat on the toilet. He’d never done his business with anybody watching over him before and it was a humiliating experience. Burying his head in his hands, he bit his lip and let go with his bowels. He was shocked to feel the sudden gush that immediately followed. To his horror it was the longest bowel movement he’d ever had in his life. And the nastiest! The smell of soap and waste was alarming, to say the very least. It was an odor he’d never forget as long as he lived.

When he was done he cleaned himself up and stood with his head bowed in utter humiliation. He never dreamed so much ugly stuff could come out of his body like that!

"That was scary. I never want to do that again."

“Oh, nonsense. We're just getting started,” his aunt said in a very clinical tone of voice. “The first cycle is done. Now let’s do it again and see if we can get you sparkling clean, inside and out!"

Daniel was shocked and dejected as he endured the entire process two more times. The second enema wasn't neatly so painful; as much as he hated to admit it, in fact, it was almost fun. But it wasn’t though, not with his stepmother standing over him and gloating. The sensation of the nozzle sliding inside his bottom took his breath away and triggered the most wonderful wave of pleasure over his young body. And to his surprise he didn't have any cramps at all and it seemed like he could have actually taken in more water.

The third time under the nozzle was pure heaven. Again, the blushing boy writhed with delight as his bottom opened up without the slightest resistance, prompting smiles and giggles between the two women. The water went in without incident and he was able to hold it with ease while his stepmother and aunt gossiped. And when he sat on the toilet he was impressed to see nothing but clear water and soap suds come out of his body.

“Wow,” he whispered breathlessly. “That feels so … weird.”

By the time they were done Daniel was delirious and defeated. Standing over the toilet for the final time, the chastened youth felt drained, empty and drunk with newfound sensations.

“See, it’s not so bad now, is it?” his Aunt Margerite said in that irritating sing-song manner she used so often. “Just think, you won’t have to poop for a day or two. No more nasty little boy farts, either.”

“Or brown stains in your underwear,” Delores Gilbert added. “If you get to wear underwear.”

Daniel blinked, then repeated his aunt’s words. “I won’t have to poop … for a day or two?”

“Well, depending on what you eat. You’re all cleaned out and raring to go! You, my pretty little boy toy, are as pure as can be! Isn’t that neat?”

The exhausted lad shrugged, not quite getting it. “I guess so.”

“Oh, don’t be a party … pooper!” The plump woman giggled at her little joke. “It does feels good, doesn’t it, knowing that you don’t have any of that old nasty stuff inside you. Come on, admit it. It feels good, doesn’t it? You know I’m right, right? I see you smiling … you can’t hide from me!”

“Yes, Aunt Margerite,” the compliant child whispered. “You’re right.”

"Now we just have to get THAT under control."

Daniel looked down to see what his aunt was pointing at. He was ashamed to see his penis sticking straight out. A long string of clear, sticky fluid dripped from the tip.

Margerita laughed. "See, your little lie detector is telling on you again."

Delores Gilbert shook her head. “Again, why am I not surprised. He’s a fairy boy, all right!”

The weary lad was then put in the tub to soak. Under the direction of his stepmother and aunt he scrubbed himself down with soap from head to toe and shampooed his long blond hair. He felt drugged from his experiences that morning and he reveled in the sensation of the warm, slick water penetrating every pore of his naked body.

While Daniel rested in a tub filled with fragrant bathwater and bubbles up to his chin, the two sisters took turns changing clothes and getting ready for their day. He felt giddy, inside and out, and couldn’t help but smile as he thought about how his morning had gone so far. As embarrassing as it was getting an enema, he’d loved how it felt having his aunt play with his bottom. The bad part, of course, was when he had to sit on the toilet and poop while being watched.

By the time his guardians were dressed – his stepmother in jeans and a snug top, his aunt in a tight skirt and silk blouse – Daniel was weary, clean and feeling tingly all over. It was with great reluctance that he stepped out of the tub.

“Here, dry yourself off, honey bunny,” his stepmother ordered, handing him a towel. “Be quick about it. We don’t have all day, you know.”

Aunt Margerite had to have her say, of course. “Here you go. Let’s put on something to make you smell good.”

The plump woman reached for a pink and white box and pulled out something soft and fuzzy looking. The surprised lad watched as his aunt dabbed at his naked body with a pink powder puff.   He couldn’t help but giggle – just a bit, of course! – as the delicate puff tickled his soft skin.

“Margerite, really?” Delores shook her head.

“Hey, we want him smelling nice, don’t we? He’s almost as pretty as a girl and lord knows he acts like a girl. There’s no reason not to make him smell like one, too.”

“Aunt Margerite, please … nooooo ….” Daniel whined as the two woman laughed. “Please don’t. I don’t want to smell like a … a girl ….”

The plump woman ignored his fussing and sprinkled his upper body with the aromatic powder, pressing the feathery puff over each of his nipples, under his arms and just under his throat. She then dabbed some on his penis and balls, and then directed him to turn around and bend over so she could take care of his bare bottom.

Daniel’s stepmother laughed. “Well, at least you got the part that’s important. We can’t have a smelly butt.”

Margerite giggled. “And why not? Tell me you’d rather have him stink like some nasty animal. I don’t think so. He’s so pretty, he ought to smell pretty. It’s a shame he’d got to grow up. I mean, just look at that pretty little butt. We don’t want it to stink, do we? Isn’t that right, baby doll? Hmm? Hmmm?”

The blushing lad looked up through his wet hair and shrugged his naked shoulders. The truth of the matter was that he felt electrified all over. Between the enema and bath, and now being dusted with the fragrant powder, his whole body was trembling so powerfully his mind was dizzy and a little bit drunk.

“I guess not,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Whatever,” Daniel’s stepmother said, shrugging her shoulders.

Margerite then sat on the toilet and directed Daniel to stand with his back to her. He stared at his reflection in the full length mirror as she began brushing his long flaxen locks. He hated how his body looked and he hated even more having to stare himself in the face. He tried to turn away, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“Stand still, baby doll,” fussed his aunt. “This won’t take long. Mmmmm … such pretty hair. I wish mine was this lovely when I was your age ….”

The flustered lad didn’t know what to think. He’d just been scolded and shamed and treated like a little child, and yet he felt kind of nice. Well, kind of. Despite his embarrassing situation, it was exciting to feel so tingly and light and ticklish all over. He still didn’t quite understand what all had just happened to him and he knew he was begin punished for something, but the flurry of feelings that swept over him was delightful, even exhilarating. He knew this was going to be a day he’d always remember and he was determined to do everything he could to keep from screwing it up.

“There, all dry and looking beautiful.” Margerite gave him a playful swat on the butt with her hair brush as she finished up. “That was fun. We need to do this more often.”

The bewildered child’s enthusiasm was quickly tempered when he discovered he had to clean up the paraphernalia his aunt had used for his enema.

“Oh, don’t make such an ugly face,” his aunt fussed. “Just use some hot soapy water and make sure it’s all good and clean. You can dry it off with a towel and leave it on the counter when you’re done.”

“Don’t take all day,” his stepmother said. “You’ve got five minutes, so you better get a move on. Don’t forget to wash out your panties, too. You can hang them up on the shower rod to dry.”

Margerite giggled. “Then you can put them under your pillow so you’ll have something to jack off in when you go to bed tonight!”

“Margerite, please!” fussed Delores. “Don’t encourage him!”

“Oh, he’s going to do it anyway. I’m just making sure he doesn’t ruin his sheets – again.”

The older woman gave Daniel a hard look. “If he does, he’ll wish he was never born.”

“Can I put on some clothes when I’m done?” the naked lad pleaded. He gave his stepmother his best I’m-sorry-I’ll-do-whatever-you-say look. “Please? I’ll be good, I promise. I really don’t want to go naked all day again! Please? It’s really embarrassing!”

“No, we have a deal, remember? You’ll be fine. Now hurry up. I’ve got some things for you to do, so don’t be all morning. Remember, five minutes and not a second longer.”

“You forgot the most important rule,” Margerite said with a smirk.

Delores sighed, then nodded. “Oh, yes … and no jerking off while you’re on your own either! Do you understand me? If I even think you’ve been playing with yourself, I’ll wear your bottom out until you’re begging us to poke you in the butt again! Do you understand me? Hmm? Hmmm???”

“Yeah, you can wait and jack off tonight,” teased Margerite. “Then you can use your mommy’s panties!”

“Margerite, would you just shut up! Jesus!” Daniel’s stepmother tried not to smile. “Danny, you’ve got five minutes, all right? A second longer and I’ll get your daddy’s belt and wear you out!”

Head down, Daniel nodded. He felt sick knowing that his most shameful secrets were now the primary topic of discussion among these two women. Brushing his long hair from his face, he wondered if he’d survive the remainder of the weekend.

*                *               *

Hannah Wilson was on the phone with her friends, Samantha and Edith. The chubby teenager had kicked off her shoes and was curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee. For once in her life she felt giddy and excited. Her mood both mystified and infected the two other girls on the line.

“Okay, okay, so what’s the big news?” whined Samantha. “You’re messing up my weekend with all these weird phone calls and talking like a crazy person.”

“How ith thee mething up your weekend, Thambo?” Edith interrupted with her characteristic lisp. “What’th the matter? You got a hot date with a movie thtar or thometing, thithter girl?”

“For the last time, my name is Samantha, not ‘Sambo.’ And it’s ‘sister girl,’ not ‘thithter girl’! When are you going to learn to talk like a human being? Jesus!”

Edit giggled. “Hey, you can jutht kith my ath! Don’t hate me becauthe I’m beautiful.”

Hannah sighed. Normally she enjoyed hearing her friends’ friendly bickering, but today was different.

“Hey, shut up, both of you! I’ve got a proposal, so listen to me for a change, all right? It’s a once in a lifetime chance to do something that will change your life.” She grinned to hear silence on the other end of the line. “But before I say anything else about it, I need to know, are you in or are you out?”

“Am I in or am I out? What kind of talk is that?” growled Samantha. "What is up with you lately?"

“Just what I said. Are you in or are you out? This is pretty big, but we have to keep it secret. If you’re in, I’ll tell you all about it. If you’re not, then you can hang up and we’ll never speak of it again.”

Well, that was too much for either of the other two girls.

"Heck, yeah! Thith soundth pretty thweet to me! Count me in!"

"This better be good," grumbled Samantha.

Hannah giggled. "Oh, it's good all right. Like I said, it's good gonna change your life, probably forever ...."

"How'th it gonna change our liveth?" interrupted Edith. "What'th the big deal?"

"Edith, if you'll shut up I'll tell you."

"Okay, I'm thuttin' up. I’m being quiet. I'm not thayin' another word ... I’ll jutht thit here and not thay another …."

"SHUT UP!" Hannah and Samantha said at the same time.

The chubby teen sighed.   “Here’s the deal. We’re not going to the movie today ….”

“Aw, thit! I really wanted to thee that ….”

“Edit, shut the hell up! You can go with your mom some other time. I’m talking about doing something a lot more fun. I’m talking about …,” – Hannah lowered her voice – “doing something you’ve always dreamed about. Think about going over to the dark side.”

Samantha snorted. "I thought we weren't going to the movies."

"Not that kind of dark side. This is waaaaay better than the movies." Hannah sighed again. "Look, I'm trying to do you guys a favor. You're my best friends and I want you to be a part of this. If you don't, just say so. It's okay. I just thought you'd want to have a little fun, that's all."

The line was silent for a moment.

“Wow.” Edith’s voice was soft and breathless. “Thith thoundth theriouth. Jutht between uth betht friendth, huh?”

Hannah bit her lip and giggled. “It is serious. And yes, just between us best friends.”

Samantha was equally quiet, but suspicious. "What about changing our lives?"

"Huh?"

"You said this – whatever this is – was going over to change our lives."

Hannah grinned. “Well, it will. If it doesn’t, then you can say ‘I told you so’.”

There was a moment pause, then, “Thounds good to me. I'm in!"

"Me too!"

Hannah was so happy, she couldn’t help but giggle into the phone. "Okay, you’re both in. But remember, it's a secret, right? You can't tell anybody. Okay?"

“Okay, okay.” Samantha’s voice lost some of its sarcasm, but her impatience was running thin. “This better be good. If I miss that movie because of some sort of practical joke, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Hannah sighed. “Oh, it’s no joke. Have you ever known me to pull a practical joke? Really? REALLY???”

There was that silence once again. It was no secret that Hannah had been the butt of way too many practical jokes. All three of them had, each more than their share. It was part of their unspoken bond.

“Okay, I can’t tell you anymore over the phone. Sambo, can you be at my house in half an hour? Then we can go get Edith since she lives out the other way.”

“Yeah, I’ll get my mom to drive us,” said Samantha. There was a pause, then, “Hey, does this have anything to do with Danny Gilbert? You haven’t said a word about him this whole time. It’s been driving me crazy since you called last night! What was he really doing over at your house, anyway? Does this have anything to do with him?”

“Yeah,” Edith chimed in. “What’th up with that, anyway? What ith going on between you two? I thought you hated him.”

“Yeah, you hate him,” repeated Samantha. “Did you two kiss and make up?”

“Make out ith more like it.” Edith gave a maniacal little giggle. “He’th thoooo cuuuute! Even if he ith a thithead. He’th thtill got a really cute butt.”

Hannah had to laugh. She tried not to, but she couldn’t help it. She laughed so hard, in fact, she had to put down the phone until she caught her breath.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it,” she said when she finally got back on the phone. She was breathless and giddy as she spoke.

Samantha’s voice came over the phone, suspicious and intensely curious. “Sooooo … it does have something to do with Danny Gilbert? It does, doesn’t it! Okay, Hannah, ‘fess up! Is he there with you right now? Tell us! Is he?”

“Yeah, ith he?” echoed little Edith. “Did you get lucky latht night? I’d do him in a minute, even if he ith a thithead.”

Hannah struggled to catch her breath. Sometimes she had to wonder about Edith.

“No, he’s not here right now, you perverts. Geez … Look, I will tell you this, yes, this does have something to do with Danny Gilbert. And you’re gonna love it. But I’m not saying another word. Not until you get here. Now, are you still in, or are you out?”

The sound of Samantha sighing made her smile. “Boy, you’re getting weird, Wilson. But that’s all right. You’ve got me curious. Hell, yes, I’m in!”

“Me, too!” squeaked Edith. “I gotta thee thith … whatever thith ith!”

Hannah grinned. This was going to be good. “All right! We’ll see you guys in an hour, okay?”

“Good! See you then!”

Hannah Wilson hung up the phone and jumped up as fast as her large frame would let her. She was still drunk from the events of the night before. But if her plans worked out, today was going to be the best day of her life!

She paused for an instant to wonder what little Edith would think when she saw Danny Gilbert’s fat little butt without the benefit of any clothes. She started laughing again, so hard that tears ran down her face. The sound of her mother coming down the hall was barely enough to get her to calm down.

“Take a deep breath, Hannah,” the pimply faced girl said as she headed upstairs to get ready. “Take it nice and slow. This is gonna be great … this is gonna be just freakin’ great!”

*                *               *

Daniel Gilbert was happy to be left alone on his own. He felt a little weird washing the long white nozzle and rubber hose used to cleanse his insides, but at least he didn’t have anybody lording over him and criticizing him for every little thing he did. He ran his fingers over the hard plastic tip and pondered the fluted design, remembering how it felt just a little while earlier when his aunt had slipped it in between his cheeks and up his bottom. He couldn’t help but smile – just a little bit – as a strange tingling gave him a thrill deep within his body.

Washing out his stepmother’s panties was equally disturbing. Glancing up toward the mirror, he winced to see how silly he looked. He felt awful, mostly because, well, they were his stepmother’s panties. But also because he’d used them to masturbate. Then there was the added bonus of knowing that his stepmother and her sister knew what he’d been doing with them. Or TO them, to be more precise. Whatever.

Daniel’s twelve year old mind reeled at the complicated list of wrongs that came with the slippery, soapy wet panties that he held in his hands. He felt like crying as he imagined what his father would say if he knew what was going on in his absence. The naked child’s heart raced as he tried to scrub away the sick feeling in his stomach, but it was as stubborn as the semen stain that marred the lace pattern sewn into the flimsy, silky material.

Finally done with his chores, Daniel turned to head downstairs. He looked down to see his erect penis still bouncing about like an eager pet. There was that nasty string of sticky slime again, too. He paused for a moment and thought. He started to move, then thought again.

“Dammit,” he whispered as he turned toward his bedroom. “I can’t walk around like this all day. I’ll probably get a whipping, but I gotta at least try.”

As badly as he wanted to masturbate and rid himself of the offending erection, the youngster was too afraid of getting caught. That left him with only one other option. It only took the anxious lad a moment to find what he was looking for. He grabbed a pair of underpants – his beloved whitey tighties! – and slid into them as fast as he could. Almost instantly he felt comforted by the embrace against his bare bottom and privates. The elastic waistband and double layered front panel were snug and secure, giving him a sense of confidence he hadn’t felt since a day earlier.

“There, you can’t even see it,” he said aloud to himself. "Maybe she won’t mind if I wear this. I think I can talk her into it. She hates it when I’m sticking out like that."

He thought about putting on a pair of pants and a shirt, but decided against it. He knew his stepmother would see that as complete disobedience. Maybe she wouldn’t mind him spending his punishment time in his underwear.

A few minutes later Daniel entered the kitchen. Delores and Aunt Margerite were there, of course, sipping coffee and chatting away as always. The two women paused in their conversation and turned to look at the boy standing before them. Daniel braced himself, his fists clenched as he stood nervously before them in his underpants. Margerite started laughing while a scowl took over her sister’s face.

“Uh-oh, somebody’s got some ‘splaining to do,” the plump woman said with a titter.

The blushing boy took a deep breath and braced himself for the attack. He glanced down at the white briefs covering his modesty and wondered if his defiance would be worth the cost.

“What are you doing?” fussed Delores. “Why are you wearing underwear? Can you explain that to me? Didn’t I say absolutely NO CLOTHES for the rest of this weekend? Are you trying to make me mad? Are you? Take off those panties right now, little mister! Take them off RIGHT NOW!!!”

“Please, De- … Mother!” pleaded the frantic youth. He crossed one arm over his bare chest and the other over the front of his underwear. “I’ll do anything you want … please don’t make me take them off! I don’t wanna be naked again! Please?”

The angry woman stood up as if she was going to attack him. “We had a deal! Remember? You said you’d do anything I asked if I didn’t tell your father on you. I gave you strict instrucions and now look! You broke your promise. You lied and you stole and you acted like a little pervert … and we made a deal, remember? Remember?”

Daniel nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I remember.”

“Well apparently not!” She reached over and grabbed him by his long hair and pulled him so close he could smell the coffee on her breath. “I said I wouldn’t tell your father on you if you did as I said. But now you’re breaking your promise! Do you want me to tell your father on you? Is that what you want? Answer me! Do you want me to tell him what little sneak thief and pervert you are? Is that what you want? Hmm? Hmmm?”

“Noooooo,” cried Daniel. “I just … I’m not doing this to make you mad at me. I just don’t … want to be naked anymore. Please, Mother, don’t make me go naked any more. I’ll do anything … I promise! Pleeeeeease?”

“Oh, let the child be,” cooed Aunt Margerite.

“Margerite, stay out of this!” hissed her sister. “This isn’t your business!”

“Oh, it’s my business, all right.” The plump woman laughed. “I made it my business when I put my finger up his butthole.   Come here, baby doll. Oh, come on, I’m not going to bite you.”

Delores loosened her grip and Daniel minced across the room where he stood shyly before his Aunt Margerite. He felt so small, so helpless, standing before the grinning woman in nothing more than his whitey tighties.   He winced as she reached out and tapped him on the nose with her finger. He cringed as he realized it was probably the same finger that had been up his butt.

“You should be grateful I’m here, pretty boy. Things might not be so much fun if your pretty auntie wasn’t around to protect you.”

The nervous lad helplessly complied as he was spun around to face his stepmother. Standing behind him, Margerite wrapped her arms around his body, tickling his bare belly and under his ribs. He couldn’t help but giggle and squirm under her touch.

“Now, Delores,” she cooed as she slid her fingers under the elastic waistband of his underpants. “This is the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen in my life! I mean, just look at this sweet little face. How can you not love a face like that? He’s so cute, I could just eat him alive!”

Daniel felt a shiver go over him as his aunt brushed his long blond hair back and kissed him along his neck and ear. The bewildered lad blinked as his aunt suddenly grabbed his waistband with both hands and began tugging and pulling. She yanked so hard he thought the fragile material was going to stretch out and tear.

“Aunt Margerite …!”

“Oh, shush! I’m trying to do you a favor. Now stand still unless you want your mother to strip you bare naked and whip your butt! Is that what you want? Hmm? No? Then stand still and shush!”

Helpless and unable to resist, Daniel tried not to struggle as his aunt fiddled with his underwear, tugging and twisting at the waistband and the elastic leg holes so hard he almost fell down. He grimaced as she pulled up his underpants in the back, lifting him off the floor and forcing the delicate cotton to slide up his crack.

“Ow! OWWW!!! Margerite, that hurts! What are you doing …?”

“Oh, don’t be such a crybaby.” The grinning woman gave him a little bite on the side of his neck, then pushed him away. “There, I’m done. What do you think?”

The youngster couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked down. His aunt had twisted the waistband of his briefs down and around so many times, it looked like he was wearing a pair of bikini panties. The front was wadded up so snug it barely covered his penis and balls while the sides weren’t much more than a thin twisted elastic cord. The back of his underwear where she’d given him a wedgie left his plump bottom cheeks on full display. The only saving grace was that his tingling erection remained hidden from view, but only barely.

I look like I’m wearing girl’s underwear, he thought with disgust. It feels so weird!

Daniel started to unsnarl the mess his aunt made but got a sharp SLAP! on his bare buttcheek for his effort.

“Nuh-uh-uh! Leave them alone, honey bunny,” Margerite warned. “They look just fine.”

“Oh, good grief,” Delores said, rolling her eyes. "You just ruined a perfectly good pair of underpants."

Aunt Margerite laughed. “Oh, who cares about that? Come on, you can’t tell me that’s not cute! I think he looks sweet in his little white panties. Just think, you can always make him take them off later when he screws up. There’s no reason to get so upset about it. Just have a little fun!”

Daniel’s stepmother shrugged. He couldn’t quite tell if she was smiling, but her expression was not a pleasant one.

“That’s true. Okay, fine. Enjoy your little panties while you can, pretty boy. Be happy for the time being. But the first time you mess up, off they come! I know you … and it’s just a matter of time before you screw up again and you’re butt naked. And when it does, don't come crying to me! You’ve had your warning."

Daniel let go a sigh of relief. He was safe for the moment. He still wasn’t happy about parading around in front of his stepmother and aunt in his twisted up underwear. They felt funny, almost as bad as being naked, but it was way better than the alternative.

I just gotta make sure I don't mess up again, he thought to himself.

Breakfast was awkward but fairly uneventful. While the two women sat at the table and talked, a blushing Daniel was put to work setting the table and frying up the eggs and bacon. He felt ridiculous in his wadded up “panties” while the two women were fully clothed. Having their eyes follow him around the room didn’t make matters any better, either.

“Ow!” he complained when a spattering of hot grease stung his skin. “That really hurts! Can’t I please go put some more clothes on? Please, Delores? I don't wanna get burned.”

“You’ve got clothes on,” chided his stepmom. “You’ve got your little panties, okay? That’s more than you deserve. Keep complaining and you’ll lose them before you can blink! Call me ‘Delores’ one more time and I’ll take them away and make you go outside in your birthday suit!”

Daniel was about to say something ugly but Aunt Margerite interrupted before he did.

“Poor little thing. Does the mean ol’ bacon grease hurt my little baby doll? We don’t want to get that beautiful skin all blotchy, do we? Here, how about putting on a pretty apron? That ought to make things all better.”

The frustrated boy watched with wide eyes as his aunt pulled a piece of cloth from one of the cabinet drawers. It was an apron all right. At first it sounded like a good idea, but he felt his stomach sink when he noticed the lace trim and frilly design. He couldn’t wear that. It looked like something a girl might wear. His knees went weak as he imagined what he’d look like in it; with his long hair and soft body, he didn’t think he’d like that at all! He shook his head as his face took on a sickly look.

“Um, no … I’m fine. I’m almost done.”

“Too bad.” His aunt made a pouty face. She folded the feminine garment and put it back. “I think you would have looked pretty in it.”

“Make a note of that next time he fusses about not having anything to wear,” said his stepmother. “You can’t complain if you turn something down, honey bunny.”

Breakfast was fairly normal except for the fact that he was in his skimpy underwear. The shamed lad sat quietly while the two women chatted away. It was bad enough being practically naked, but listening to them talk on and on about shopping and their problems with men and general gossip was excruciatingly boring. The blushing lad concentrated instead on getting through the meal and worrying about how the rest of his day would go.

“You’re awful quiet,” his stepmother said at one point.

Daniel shrugged, then shivered as his long blond hair tickled the tops of his shoulders. He so wished he was somewhere else, but he was trapped.

“I got nothin’ to say.”

Delores took a sip of her coffee. “Don’t be rude. Just because things aren’t going your way doesn’t mean you have to take it out on everybody else.”

The irritated lad sighed. He looked down at his nearly naked body and tried in vain to think of something constructive to say. It didn’t matter. His Aunt Margerite quickly took that responsibility from him.

“I can’t believe you chose getting poked in the butt over getting a spanking.” A glimmer of cruelty shone in her eyes. “I mean, I knew you would like it, but still … it’s pretty funny when you think about it.”

“Spankings hurt,” the blushing boy replied.

Margerite giggled. “And getting poked in the butt doesn’t, right?”

Daniel’s face reddened. He gave a shy smile and shrugged again. “That was pretty embarrassing.”

The plump woman laughed. “Oh, I’m sure it was. But you loved it anyway.”

“I did not! I hated it! It was … awful.”

“You little liar. You were all, ‘oooooh’ and ‘wooooow’ and ‘mmmmm.’ You were squirming around and wiggling your butt up against that nozzle like a horny little teenaged girl!”

“Margerite!” Delores laughed. “Really, you go too far sometimes!”

“Well, it’s true,” her sister replied with laughter. “He loved it and you know he did! You even called him a fairy boy, which is pretty appropriate considering how he was acting. ”

The frowning boy shook his head. “I did not! I hated it! Delores, tell her! I hated it!”

“You’re asking the wrong woman,” replied his stepmother. “Margerite is right. From what I saw, you liked getting your butt poked about as much as you probably like pulling on your little dingaling. I expect that won’t be the last time that happens. I’ll probably have to lock up the douche bag so you don’t wear that out like you’ve been doing with my old panties.”

Daniel felt his stomach churn to have his darkest secret thrown back at him like that.

“You’d be better off if you just buy another one for him to use,” Margerite suggested. “That way you won’t have to worry about it. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby doll. Hmm? Hmmm?”

The tearful child blinked. This was one more argument he wasn’t going to win and he knew it. He would have started crying but he was too mad.

Margerite chuckled as she took sip of her coffee. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetie. It’s only natural. You’re just a little shy about it, that’s all. Don’t worry … the next time you come over and spend the weekend with me, we’re going to have some fun. I’ll teach you all about what kind of fun little boys can have with feminine hygiene products ….”

“All right, that’s enough, you two!” Delores Gilbert put down her cup and stood up. “Come along, honey bunny. Get the kitchen cleaned up. You can entertain your silly aunt later.”

Daniel wiped his eyes and brushed his long blond hair back from his flushed face. He glanced at his Aunt Margerite and got a wink in return. He didn’t know if he should be flattered or worried to be the center of so much attention. He ended up a little bit of both.

After breakfast the frustrated twelve year old was put to work straightening up the living room and doing more chores. His stepmother made it clear that he would be spending the weekend either doing housework or homework. That was so annoying as he originally had plans to spend time with his friends and going to the movies. Instead he would be wasting his life away doing the two things he hated the most, cleaning up and studying.

"If you get bored I have plenty of yard work for you to do, too," his stepmother offered. "That back row needs cleaning out and the grass needs mowing. Plus you can wash my car when you get the chance."

"You can wash my car, too, sweetie," Margerite cooed. "You'll look sweet out there in your cute little undies all covered in soapy water and bubbles."

It’s just not fair! he lamented as he straightened up the stack of fashion magazines on the coffee table. I just did all this yesterday. It’s not fair! It’s not fair at all!

It was about that time that Daniel heard noises from outside. They sounded like they came from next door. Car doors were slammed and voices shouted, raising his curiosity and his anxiety. He froze for a moment, listening carefully. Where they coming or going? Most important, were they getting closer to his house? After the traumatic events of the previous evening he was particularly skittish. He avoided the temptation to look out the window. It wouldn’t have done him any good to know what was going on, anyway. And besides, he was too embarrassed to go near a window wearing nothing but his underwear.

"That must be Hannah and her friends,” said Delores Gilbert. “They’re supposed to go shopping and then go see that movie. Too bad you don't get to go. Maybe next time, huh? If you’re a good boy, of course."

“I don’t want anything to do with Hannah Wilson ever again,” muttered Daniel. “She’s mean! And her mom is mean, too!”

Aunt Margerite snorted. “I don’t know why you say that, sweetheart. From what I saw last night, the three of you got along just great. I’m surprised they haven’t come over to see you this morning. I’m sure Hannah would enjoy the view.”

Daniel Gilbert looked down at his pudgy adolescent body and shivered. The last thing in the world he wanted was for Hannah Wilson to see him naked again. He hated how weak and soft he looked, how defenseless he felt. His twisted up underwear made him look even more ridiculous. For "Hannah the Hippo" to see him like this would be almost as bad as her seeing him naked. Almost.

There was some more shouting and laughter, followed by the slamming of doors and finally the sound of a car starting up and leaving. It hadn’t been more than a minute after hearing the girls leave that the phone rang. When Daniel's stepmother got off she had a strange request.

"That was Mrs. Wilson. She needs to borrow some eggs and sugar. I want you to get it all together and take it over to her."

"Can I put on some clothes first?" Daniel’s eyes were wide with hope.

Delores Gilbert raised that eyebrow. "No, that won't be necessary. You’re just going next door. You'll be fine just the way you are."

The discouraged lad clenched his buttcheeks together. He itched something awful from where his white tighties were twisted and yanked up inside his crack.   He glanced down at his bare bottom and cringed.

“But, Delores … outside? In my underwear? Are you serious?”

“You’d better watch your mouth, little mister. I don’t care for your tone of voice.”

“But … you can’t make me go outside in my underwear!”

“And why not? You were in your birthday suit when I came home from work yesterday, remember? Is that what you’d prefer? Do you want to go over there in your bare skin? Hmm? I can make that happen, you know! Right after I call your father and tell him about what a little thief and pervert you are!”

Looking down at his bare feet and legs, Daniel fought the urge to start crying.

Margerite had to say something, of course. “I don’t know what your problem is, baby doll. Mrs. Wilson has already seen you in your birthday suit, remember … slave boy? You'll be fine just the way you are."

“Nooooo ….”

The angry lad felt his eyes well up with tears. Slave boy? Not that again! Oh, how he despised that phrase! He wanted to yell back that he wasn’t anybody’s “slave boy,” but it wouldn’t do any good. Not now, at least. It was obvious he wasn’t going to win the argument, no matter what he said.

“You better mind her, too, little mister!” his stepmother called as he left the kitchen. “I better not hear any bad reports on you!’

Daniel felt stupid as he stepped off the back porch, a carton of eggs in one hand and a measuring cup of sugar in the other. He looked down at his bare feet as he headed toward the driveway. He felt practically naked and oh, so vulnerable to any unseen eyes that might be watching him. The temperature had dropped since the night before and the cool air felt weird against his bare legs and bottom. The sound a passing car put a spring into his step as he moved gingerly across the cruel, rough gravel and into his neighbor’s yard. He did remember the back gate was stuck, so he had to put down his cargo and fight with the latch. He felt foolish as he slipped around the side of the house and headed for the back porch.

“This isn’t going to be fun,” he whispered as he walked up the steps. “Not fun at all.”

Mrs. Wilson surprised him by opening the door before he could knock. She seemed genuinely glad to see him. He blushed as he realized she’d probably been watching him the entire time.

“Good morning, Danny. Come on in!” she said with a cheerful smile and musical voice.

Daniel felt goose pimples all over his body, the result of the cool morning air and a wave of embarrassment. The tall woman before him looked elegant in her dress and heels. Her hair was perfect and he could smell her perfume as she walked by. The nearly naked Daniel felt exposed and vulnerable next to such an imposing figure. He couldn’t wait to get out of her presence.

“Oh, you are such an angel for bringing all these things to me. The girls decided they wanted me to bake them some cookies and I’m all out of everything. Thank you sooooo much for helping me out!”

The worried lad looked around the kitchen as he passed through the door. “Um, Hannah’s not here now, is she? I thought I heard a car leave….”

Mrs. Wilson smiled. “No, she’s with Samantha and her mother. You know Samantha? No? Yes? Well, they drove over to pick up her other little friend, Edith. They’re going shopping, then to see that movie everybody’s been talking about. I don’t suppose they’ll be back for hours.”

The blushing boy nodded. At least that was something he didn't have to worry about.

The pretty woman gave him a thorough look up and down, nodding her head in approval.

"It's a shame, too. Hannah would have gotten a kick out of your little outfit,” she teased. “I like what you’ve done with your whitey tighties. Turn around so I can see everything."

Daniel did as he was told without saying anything. He felt completely naked as he slowly turned around two, perhaps three times in front of the smiling woman. He still remembered the torment Mrs. Wilson inflicted on him the night before. The memory of dancing naked in front of this beautiful woman and her homely daughter put a shiver down his spine.

The pretty woman laughed. "Oh, yes, very cute indeed. That really shows off your little bare bottom. I bet it's not very comfortable. Kinda got your panties in a wad, hmmm?"

He nodded again, this time rolling his eyes. "It was my aunt's idea. They don't fit right and they're really embarrassing."

There was that laugh again. "I can imagine. Well, I like it. It really gives you that 'slave boy' look."

Daniel felt his stomach flutter. There was that word again! He hated being called a 'slave boy' almost as much as he hated being called 'sissy' and 'Danny.'

After an awkward silence he cleared his throat and said, “Well, I guess I’ll go home now.”

“Oh, wait a moment. I need to check something.”

Mrs. Wilson went to the refrigerator and pulled out a milk carton. She opened it, sniffed, then made a face.

"I need some milk, too, Danny. This has gone bad. Do you think your mom has any?"

Daniel sighed. “I guess so. Want me to go and see?”

“Would you? Oh, that is so sweet! I need two cups if she can spare it.”

“Two cups.” The exasperated lad nodded. “Okay, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Before he could leave, Mrs. Wilson reached out and caressed his cheek. “Thank you, sweetheart. You’re a very nice boy, you know? Once you’re away from those other brats you hang around with you’re almost as nice as you are cute to look at!”

The blushing boy nodded. “Um, thanks, I guess.”

Mrs. Wilson ran her fingertips up and down his bare arm, causing gooseflesh to rise up and a triggering a chill down his bare back.

“We had fun last night, didn’t we?” the tall woman said sweetly. “Hannah especially. She really enjoyed getting to visit you. It was almost like a date, wasn’t it? All that dancing and tickling and giggling and laughing? I bet you wish you could do all it again, don’t you? Hmm? Hmmm? You two make a cute couple, you know that? Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Daniel blanched to hear such talk, but he didn’t say anything. He really didn’t want to talk about Hannah. He’d rather die than go on a date with that ugly pig! Of course, he couldn’t tell her mother that. Instead he just nodded and gave a weak smile.

Mrs. Wilson gave him a little wink. “Oh, I know, you’re pretending to be shy. But I know the truth. Boys love being naked with pretty girls. That’s a fact of life. I’ve never known a boy who didn’t want to take off his pants in front of his girlfriend.”

A dizziness hit the trembling boy for a moment. He wondered if he was sick. It didn’t occur to him until later that what he felt was fear and loathing. For the moment, however, he thought maybe he was going to throw up.

She's not my girlfriend, he thought to himself. Why does she keep saying stuff like that?

The tall woman giggled as she teased the helpless lad. “There you go again, acting all innocent and bashful. You’re going to have to get over that if you're going to be her slave boy.”

There it was again. Slave boy. Daniel winced as he saw the cruel smirk on his neighbor’s face. He so wanted to scream at her – “Shut up, you crazy bitch!” he’d say if he had on a pair of pants – but he didn’t dare say a thing. Not a single word. One wrong move, just the slightest sign of disrespect or violation of some rule, he feared, and she could make his life more miserable than it already was.

“Oh, yes, my sweet little slave, you need to get over being looked at and touched and teased,” Mrs. Wilson said in a cheery, syrupy sweet voice. She reached out and affectionately combed his hair back over one ear with her fingers. “Especially by pretty young ladies like my Hannah. She just loved playing with you last night. I've no doubt she'll want to do it all again soon."

Daniel was amazed at his neighor's demeanor as she went on and on about the very things that made him feel ashamed. She could have just as easily been talking about baking cookies.

"Oh, don't look so shocked, silly boy. We’ve seen everything you’ve got, so there’s no reason to be bashful. The weekend is young and there’s so much we’ve got planned. All you have to worry about is doing as you’re told. It's going to be so much fuuuuuuuun!"”

Daniel's head reeled at the thought of going through all that torment again. The pretty woman laughed to see him squirm and blush.

“Okay, go run your errand, slave boy. Don’t take all day. We’ve got cookies to bake!”

The half-naked lad turned and padded barefoot for the door as fast as he could. He was so confused, so angry and so scared, he didn’t know if he should go home or go hide in the woods.

This was turning out to be one crazy, mixed up day!

*                *               *

“Hey, Mom, would you turn up the radio?” Samantha yelled. “Hannah wants to hear that song! It’s her favorite!”

Hannah Wilson frowned. She felt crowded, sitting in the back of the minivan squished between her two friends. It was bad enough feeling like a sardine in a can. The loud music didn’t help her claustrophobia.

“Is that loud enough, Hannah?” Mrs. Jones asked. “You kids ….”

“What’s that all about?” the plump teenager said with irritation. “I don’t like that song and you know it!”

“Oh, who cares,” Samantha snapped. “Mom's always snooping and I don’t want her to hear us." Turning away from her friends, the girl looked again towards the front seat and shouted "A little more, Mom! Hannah likes it LOUD!”

“What’s wrong with you?” Hannah shook her head. “You’re acting crazy.”

“Tho are you,” lisped little Edith, who was sitting on Hannah’s other side. “We got questionth, you got anthwerth.”

“Quethion- ….” Hannah sighed. “Questions? What kind of questions?”

Samantha scrunched up her freckled face and scratched at her kinky hair. “Oh, don’t be coy, Hannah. We wanna know what this big secret is and we wanna know now!”

“Yeah,” added Edith. “No more thecretth! You gotta tell uth what thith ith all about. Betht friendth don’t keep thecretth from each other.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Hannah quipped.

“Oh, kith my ath,” shot back the smaller girl.

The three friends looked at one another, then giggled in unison. A quick glance toward Mrs. Jones was reassuring, then the whispering resumed.

Hannah took a deep breath, then let it out. “Okay, look. Have your mom drop us off at my house. I’ll tell you what’s going on then. If we’re lucky, and if it works out right, I mean. Then you guys can make up your minds. If you like what I’m talking about, you can thank me. If you don’t, well, we’ll just go to the movies. My mom will drive and I’ll pay your way. How’s that sound?”

Samantha and Edith leaned around Hannah and looked at each other. It only took a second. They then nodded their heads, their eyes wide with excitement.

“This really is big, isn’t it?” Samantha asked. “I mean, you’ve never been this excited about anything, have you, Hannah?”

Edith nodded. “I’m getting a little thcared. Really, if it’th thith big, I don’t know if I can handle it. I’m tho exthited, I’m about to pith my pantth!”

Hannah shook her head. “Edith, for god’s sake, don’t piss your pants. It’s not that big a deal.”

The smaller girl blinked. “Really? It’s not?”

Hannah thought for a moment, recalling the events of the night before. The image of Daniel Gilbert dancing naked, his plump bottom quivering and his little penis bouncing about, caused her to smile, just a bit. She sighed, then nodded.

“Well ….”

“Oh. My. God.” Samantha reached across and took Edith’s hand. “It is that big! See that look on her face, Edith? Oh, my god! This is bigger than we thought!”

Hannah nodded. “You’re right. It’s that big. You can piss your pants, Edith. But let’s wait until you get out of the car. I don’t want to have to explain a wet seat to Sambo’s mom.”

The three girls burst into giggles, this time continuing on for nearly the time it took to get to Hannah’s house.

Mrs. Jones looked in the rear view mirror and smiled. It was good to see Samantha and her friends having such a good time. She worried about all three of them so much over the past couple of years. Puberty hadn’t been kind to any of them, not at all, not with boys and the other girls blossoming so well. Maybe it was finally Samantha’s time to blossom a little bit. And Hannah, and poor Edith, too. They deserved their time. Maybe today would be a much-needed beginning.

I’ll have to talk to Hannah’s mom and see how she’d doing, the quiet woman thought as she drove on. That poor girl. I hope she’s finally found something to make her happy.

*                *               *

A few minutes later Daniel was back at his house. His stepmother was waiting for him when he walked into the kitchen. "Oh, you're back. How did it go? Is she all set up?"

Daniel shook his head, then shrugged. He didn’t dare tell her any of his conversation with his crazy neighbor lady. Delores had enough bad ideas as it was.

"She needs some milk. Do we have any?"

“Oh, sure. How much does she need?”

He shrugged. “Two cups, she said. I thought I’d just take over the carton.”

“No, that won’t be necessary.” Delores Gilbert smiled to herself as she got out two measuring cups and headed for the refrigerator. “I’ll pour out what she needs and you can take it to her. You’ll have to be careful that you don’t spill it.”

Daniel frowned. "Two cup? Why can't I just take the carton? I mean, what if I spill one of them?"

His stepmother turned and looked at him, her face suddenly cold and her voice equally chilling. “I suggest you don’t spill any. If you do, that would be bad. And you’ll have to be punished. And I don’t think you want that. Any questions?”

The boy in the twisted up whitey tighties bit his lip. "Maybe I ought to put something on. It's kinda cold outside. I don't want to get sick."

"Nice try. You'll be fine. Anything else?"

“No, ma’am. I mean, no, Mother.”

Daniel frowned to see the smile on his stepmother's face. Delores Gilbert smiled. She wasn't about to make things easy for him, not after going this far. Where was the fun in that?

The walk over to the Wilson house that day was one of the longest Daniel Gilbert ever took in his life. Carrying all that milk in two little cups without lids from one house to another was quite a challenge. Somehow he managed to make it the entire way without spilling too much. But it wasn't easy. The wind blew hard enough to get his hair in his eyes and it was so cold goose bumps raised up on his legs and arms and his nipples got hard. To make things worse, that darned gravel was painful to his bare feet!

Once again he could hear a couple of cars approaching, so he stood by the bushes until they went by before going for the gate. There he had to find a level place to put down the cups so he could wrestle with the latch. By the time he reached the back porch he was a shivering, nervous wreck.

This time Mrs. Wilson didn’t meet him at the door. With both hands full he had to put down one cup on order to knock on the door. He tried the knob but it was locked. He knocked, then knocked again. Putting his ear to the door he could hear talking from somewhere inside the house. It sounded like she was on the phone. He knocked again, but she didn’t answer. The talking continued, however. Daniel frowned as he heard giggling. That was bad.

Giggling, especially from a grown woman, was never, ever good.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, the door swung open and Mrs. Wilson met him with her patented smile and lilting voice.

“Oh, Danny, I’m so sorry. I almost forgot you. Your mother called and we had the most interesting conversation. She is so funny! Don’t you just love her?”

“She’s not my mother,” the frustrated child mumbled. “She’s my stepmother.”

"Well, that’s not very nice of you,” the pretty woman said with a laugh. “Then again, I imagine this isn’t very easy considering how you're dressed. Or maybe I should say how you’re not dressed … slave boy.”

Daniel held his tongue. Tugging on his long blond hair he looked down at his twisted underwear and sighed. He then looked up at the woman before him and felt a chill as her bright, curious eyes locked in on his own.

The flustered lad stood around for a few minutes holding the two cups of milk while Mrs. Wilson went about chit-chatting and gathering together ingredients for her cookies. The smell of her perfume mixed with the kitchen aromas and made him feel weird. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but he figured it might be time for him to go home.

“Um, I guess I better go back. I can let myself out.”

“Oh, don’t go yet. The girls won’t be back for a long time and you can keep me company.”

The blushing boy shrugged, then nodded. The way his morning had gone, he wasn’t too eager to go back and face his stepmother. As scared as he was of Mrs. Wilson, this might be the better way to spend his day. Without Hannah around it probably wouldn’t be so bad.

“Yeah, sure. I guess so. I don’t mind, I suppose.”

“Oh, goodie! This will be fun!”

A quick phone call and it was official. Daniel could stay and help bake cookies.

“Your mother and aunt are going shopping, so we get to spend the morning together. Won’t that be fun? It’s not often that I have such a handsome boy to keep me company.” The tall woman gave him a wink and a smile that made his knees go weak. “Oh, I’m just teasing. Come on, pretty boy, let’s bake some cookies!”

The first thing that happened was Mrs. Wilson asked him if he’d like an apron.

“We might get messy,” she trilled teasingly. “Unless you’d don’t mind … getting messy.”

Daniel didn’t hesitate. He didn’t care how foolish he’d look, but he’d take anything to cover his pale, plump body. Anything to keep from being so embarrassed. To his relief the apron presented to him was nowhere nearly as feminine as the one his stepmother had offered. There was just a little ruffle around the edge, but otherwise it was a simple white apron. It looked just fine ... until his hostess handed it to him.

“Um, Mrs. Wilson? It’s kinda small, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean, honey? What’s small?”

Daniel sighed. "This apron. Isn’t it kind of small … for me, I mean? There’s not much to it.”

Indeed, the apron his neighbor lady gave him was much smaller than what he expected. Instead of the huge thing he’d been offered earlier by his stepmother, this one was a basic waist style, not much larger than a dish towel. He held the petite garment against the front of his body. It barely covered his lap and little else. His bare belly and breasts were completely uncovered and his bare bottom stuck out like, well, like a big fat naked butt.

“Don’t you have a bigger one?”

The tall woman smiled. “Oh, no, It’s just fine, sweetheart. It’s perfect, in fact! What’s the matter, don’t you like it? Is it too girlie for you? Aw, I understand, sweetie. You can just go around in just your little panties if you prefer.”

Daniel shrugged, then shook his head. He felt his long hair brushing against his cheek. For a moment Mrs. Wilson seemed to be staring at his chest. Feeling self-conscious he crossed his arms over his prominent nipples and tried not to overreact.

“Um, no. It’s fine. I’ll be all right.”

Mrs. Wilson smiled. “Are you sure, pretty boy? We wouldn’t want to EMBARRASS you,” she said in a sweet, yet obviously sarcastic manner. “Oh, no … we wouldn’t want to do THAT.”

Daniel struggled for a moment trying to tie the apron behind his back, but he was so nervous and so angry he had to give up. His neighbor laughed and offered to help.

"Oh, let me help you, honey. You just stand there and look pretty."

The blushing boy patiently waited as his neighbor fiddled with the long cotton ties. He tried not to squirm as they kept tickling the tops of his buttcheeks.

"This is a good look for you, don't you think? Here, turn around for a minute. I want to check something."

Daniel did as he was directed. He felt more than a little stupid when for some strange reason he was then told to bend over and touch his toes. After a moment or so he brushed his hair from his eyes and saw that Hannah’s mom was looking at his bare bottom. He immediately stood up and turned his backside away from her judgmental smile.

“That’s not funny,” he said angrily.

The pretty woman laughed. "Oh, stop acting so modest, Danny. You look fine. That apron really shows off your cute little bubble butt. We'll have to show this to your mother and see what she thinks about it."

Daniel was alarmed at the odd way things were suddenly going. At first Mrs. Wilson was so sweet and encouraging, but every now and then she’d say something that sounded like she was mad at him. Like whenever she’d call him “pretty boy” or say something about how cute he looked in his borrowed apron. He’d get all flustered and start blushing, but then she’d just smile and laugh and act as if everything was just fine.

This still isn’t too bad, he kept telling himself. It’s a lot better than working in the back yard. At least I’m inside. And so far Mrs. Wilson is being pretty nice to me. Nicer than Delores. This is better than going home.

And it was better, in a way. At least he didn’t have his crazy aunt and stepmother making him feel miserable. Instead, Daniel was quickly put to work cracking eggs and mixing flour. Hannah’s mother supervised his work, standing close by and coaching him through the process in a warm and pleasant manner. Her warm voice made him feel good as he went through each step, as though this was the most natural thing in the world for him to be doing.

As he blended the flour and sugar and eggs together Daniel realized that he was doing all the work. That didn’t seem right. While he mixed the batter and chocolate chips and nuts, Mrs. Wilson sat at the counter and sipped on a glass of juice. He looked up at the pretty woman. Between the smile on her face and the occasional compliment, he decided not to say anything. He sighed. It could have been, he reasoned, a lot worse. He didn’t even mind the occasional “slave boy” comments.

“Such a cute boy,” she purred sweetly as he worked. “You’d make a perfect little maid, you know that, Danny honey? Maybe we ought to give you a promotion from slave boy to maid. What do you think about being my housemaid? We could put you in a fancier apron, maybe a sweet little dress and a ribbon in that gorgeous hair. You could wait on me when I got home from work, fix supper, do my hair and nails ... and entertain Hannah. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? It would be a lot better than going around in your birthday suit, don’t you think?”

The blushing lad shrugged and tried not to think. Thinking would only complicate things and he couldn’t have that. Not when his neighbor lady was obviously out to make him mad. He knew from bitter experience she was capable of causing him a great deal of trouble. And that was something he was eager to avoid.

It didn’t take long before Daniel was done mixing the dough and he was rolling it in little balls to be put on several cookie sheets and in the oven to bake. The blast of heat hit him from his lower legs to his thighs, his belly and on up to his face. At three hundred and fifty degrees, it was a rude shock to his nearly naked body, taking his breath away. For an instant he was reminded of just how vulnerable he really was.

Once the oven door was closed there was a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“Now we wait,” Mrs. Wilson said cheerfully. “Want to help me clean up?”

Daniel nodded, his long blond hair bouncing up and down as he did. The tall woman put him in front of the sink and started handing him dirty mixing bowls and utensils. Conditioned to do the chores at home, he automatically filled the sink with hot soapy water and put everything in to soak. Mrs. Wilson disappeared, so he got a cloth, dipped it in the water and wrung it out. He then proceeded to wipe down the kitchen table and countertops. He rinsed out the cloth and wiped everything down again, just like he’d been taught.

“I bet the guys from school aren’t doing this right now,” he muttered under his breath. “If they knew I was doing women’s work right now they’d laugh their asses off. I’d probably get beaten up as soon as they saw me.”

Mrs. Wilson came back just as Daniel put the finishing touches on the countertops. The half-naked youth moved gracefully as he wiped down the granite with a wet cloth and then repeated the action with a dish towel.

“Very nice!” she said with a huge smile. “You are such a good housekeeper, Danny. I may have to invite you over to help me more often. Hannah and I could use a cute maid to help us keep this place straight. I think she would like that, don’t you?”

Daniel didn’t answer. He wasn’t too crazy about having to wash his neighbor’s dishes and clean her kitchen, but it was better than being at home with his stepmother and her weird sister. Mrs. Wilson treated him pretty well, he had to admit. At least she didn’t fuss at him too much or act too mean toward him. He tried not to think about the fact that she could see his bare butt while he worked.

You’d think I’d get used to this by now, he mused silently. I guess you never do.

By the time he was done with the dishes the first batch of cookies was done and the second still had a way to go. His hostess then surprised him by asking him to empty out the pantry and wipe down all the cans and containers of food.

“It won’t take you a minute,” she said with a seductive, warm voice. “Besides, it’ll give you something to do while we wait for the cookies.”

Daniel really didn’t want to, but he didn’t feel in the position to argue. Once again he was the one doing all the work. “Women’s work.” The bane of every young boy’s existence.

“It’s not fair,” the flustered lad mumbled to himself. He brushed back his hair and pouted. “I’m twelve, almost thirteen years old. I shouldn’t have to do this kind of stuff!”

Pretty soon the table and countertops were cluttered and dirty again. Cans and boxes were everywhere, making all his hard work for nothing. What made things worse, every bit of it was by his own hand.

Daniel was on his knees wiping down the shelves in the pantry when he felt Mrs. Wilson behind him. He glanced up to see her looking at his naked bottom. He started to say something, but he was too embarrassed.

“That is certainly a cute little bottom,” Hannah’s mother cooed sweetly. “Oh, yes … it’s just big enough and it looks so round and soft. No wonder your mom likes paddling it.”

The pretty woman laughed a horrible laugh and went on about her business.

Daniel nearly jumped off the floor as the oven door was suddenly opened. The aroma of freshly baked treats filled the room. The youngster smiled as he breathed in a whiff of the chocolate fragrance. The blast of heat felt strange against his bare skin. For a moment he didn’t even care that he was nearly naked … this made it all worthwhile.

“Danny, sweetheart, get up and fetch some potholders! I forgot to get these out in time and they’re almost burnt. Quick, help me get them out before they’re ruined! Come on, slowpoke, get a move on!”

The blushing boy did as he was told, slipping his hands inside a pair of ridiculously huge oven mitts and moving to rescue the cookies. He was holding two hot cookie sheets in his hands when he heard a commotion from the front of the house. He also realized he was once again alone in the kitchen.

“Mrs. Wilson? Hello? Can I get some help, here?”

A wave of panic swept over him as multiple feminine voices approached the kitchen. His hostess had apparently gone to answer the door. For an instant he thought it was his mother talking to Hannah’s mom. But then his heart skipped a beat. Those weren’t women’s voices. It sounded more like a bunch of girls.

“Oh, crap,” the frightened lad whispered. “No … no … nooooooooo ….”

Panic-stricken, Daniel looked for a place to put the hot pans, but it was too late. Where he’d been cleaning the pantry there wasn’t a flat surface in sight. Hearing a girlish giggle, he glanced over to see three smiling faces looking back at him. It was Hannah, all right. “Hannah the Hippo,” big and fat with her dorky glasses, pimpled face and bucktoothed smile. And she had two other girls with her. Two very odd looking, very surprised girls; judging from the expressions on their faces they were as shocked to see him as he was to see them.

Daniel looked over as Mrs. Wilson stepped into sight. Her arms were crossed and the smirk on her face told him not to expect pity, relief or rescue. He was on his own, in his skimpy little apron and a pair of twisted up whitey tighties with his bare butt showing, his hands helplessly occupied with two extremely hot cookie sheets and tears in his eyes. No matter that he could be seen by three of the ugliest, weirdest girls in his school … he was trapped in a nightmare that would no doubt end badly.

“Hello, slave boy,” Hannah said with a cruel tone in her voice. “Did you miss me?”

Daniel took a deep breath and let it out with a soft, frightened sob. His life was about to get a lot more complicated.

To be continued ….

(The End)