Danny and the Girl Next Door 6

By David

Copyright 2012 by David, all rights reserved

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Danny and the Girl Next Door, Part 6

by David

 

 

Hannah Wilson was all smiles. She could not have been happier when she entered the kitchen with her friends and saw the boy from next door, twelve year old Daniel Gilbert, wearing what appeared to be nothing more than one of her mother’s tiny decorative serving aprons. The blushing lad looked so ridiculous in that silly, skimpy little apron with a pair of gigantic oven mitts on his hands, holding a pair of hot cookie sheets he’d apparently just pulled from the oven. She had to laugh, he was such a comical sight to behold!
 
"Danny!" Hannah shouted gleefully. "Oh, my god! Mom? Really? Are we really going to do it like this? Right now? Awesome!"
 
“MRS. WILSON!!!” Daniel yelled in a desperate panic. "Don't let them in here! Make them go away! I don't want them seeing me like this!"
 
The chubby girl looked to her mother, then back at the nearly naked boy. She closed her eyes and opened them back up to make sure she was seeing right. Yep, he sure looked naked, all right, from his bare chest and pink, prominent nipples to his fat little bubble butt sticking out from behind that ridiculous little apron. She smiled to see his smooth legs pressing together at the knees in an awkward, almost girlish manner as he squirmed in embarrassment of his situation. With his long dark blond hair he looked amazingly feminine.
 
He is so adorable, she thought to herself. Who would have thought a boy could look so sweet without his clothes? Wow … I just love seeing him like this! I can’t believe it’s really happening!
 
“What the hell!” exclaimed Samantha. “Danny Gilbert? What the … where are your clothes? What the …? He … he doesn’t have any clothes on! Hannah? Mrs. Wilson! Why is there a naked Danny Gilbert in your kitchen?”
 
“He’th not quite naked, but who careth!” chirped a gleeful Edith. The grinning munchkin scrunched up her face and squinted through her thick glasses to get a better look. “Hellooooo, Danny. Wow, you’re thoooo cuuuute! Nithe butt! Cute apron, too!”
 
"Please, Mrs. Wilson!" complained the embarrassed lad. "Make them go away! They're not supposed to be here. I don't want them seeing me like this!"
 
"Shush, child!" replied Hannah's mother. "Don't be rude."
 
"But ...."
 
"I suppose you want me to call your mother?"
 
All eyes were on Daniel. He squirmed in his ridiculous costume and shook his head.
 
"No, ma'am," he whispered in defeat.
 
Hannah giggled again. She never used to giggle, well, not very much in all of her thirteen years, and once upon a time she held in contempt the air-headed fools who did. But now, ever since she first saw Daniel Gilbert naked – what, less than twenty-four hours ago? – she’d become a giggling fool. Having her friends with her made it even better. It was actually kind of fun and she liked it. Something told her she’d be giggling a lot this day.
 
“So, this is your big secret, huh?” Samantha asked, her eyes wide at the sight of the half-naked boy standing before her. “Danny Gilbert baking cookies in your kitchen? Wearing nothing but an apron? Good grief, Hannah! I had no idea ….”
 
Hannah grinned and shrugged. “I told you guys it was pretty big.”
 
Little Edith was equally impressed. “Wow … you’re my hero, Hannah. Thith ith tho thweet!!! I don’t know what to thay.”
 
“Well, there’s a first,” quipped Samantha. “Maybe our ears will get some rest.”
 
“But not our eyeth,” Edith said, stealing another look at the nearly naked Daniel. “Theriouthly, Hannah, thankth for inviting uth over to thee thith. Thith ith really awethome!”
 
Mrs. Wilson cleared her throat, catching Hannah’s attention. It was time to get the show going.
 
“I’m so glad you girls are here,” the pretty woman announced with a bright smile and cheery voice. “Your timing is perfect. As you can see, Danny just pulled some cookies out of the oven, but we’ve got others that have already cooled. Want to try some?”
 
Hannah watched her mother with amazement. To hear her talk there wasn’t anything unusual going on. It was as though having a nearly naked boy baking in their kitchen was the most natural thing in the world.
 
“Um, sure, Mrs. Wilson,” replied Samantha. “Cookies would be nice. I guess. Seriously, though, what’s up with the naked kitchen help? Is this something new or do you do this all the time?”
 
Mrs. Wilson gave a little titter, which in turn triggered giggles among the girls.
 
“That’s a good question, darling. Why don’t you ask for yourself?”
 
A rush of color came to the skinny girl’s cheeks. Her eyes went with excitement and she nudged little Edith.
 
“Hey, Dannyyyyyyyy! What’s up with the cute apron? How come you’re not wearing any pants?”
 
“Or anything elthe!” squeaked Edith.
 
Daniel blinked. He looked so helpless with a cookie sheet in each hand and a pout on his face.
 
“What did she say?” the nearly naked child asked weakly.
 
Hannah smiled. “She asked if you had anything else to wear. What’s the matter? Can’t you speak good English?”
 
Everybody laughed again. Daniel's face burned bright red. He was obviously ashamed and more than a little mad. Good. That would make things more interesting.
 
Mrs. Wilson laughed. “He’s actually not quite naked, girls. Danny, do a little spin so they can see what else you have on. We wouldn’t want to offend anyone’s sensibilities."
 
Hannah grinned to see the bashful lad's eyes widen. "What? Nooooo ... I don't wanna," he cried in a nervous voice.
 
"Come on, don’t be shy. You don’t want them to think you’re completely naked, do you? Just do a quick spin so you can show off your little apron and your cute undies."
 
Daniel lowered his head and did as he was told. Hannah caught a glimpse of something underneath his apron as he reluctantly turned his back to the girls. Was that a pair of panties? Really?
 
A second look revealed that it to be his white tighties pulled up into a high and snug wedgie; they were so far up his crack that he might as well not be wearing anything at all. Hannah had to grin. So he wasn’t completely naked under her mom’s apron. That was okay. As long as he looked foolish in front of her friends, that was all that mattered.
 
“Oooo, that doesn’t look comfortable at all!” Samantha said in a mocking voice. “Right up the ass crack! Got your panties in a wad, hmmm, Danny boy?”
 
“I love it,” said Edith. “I alwayth thought he had a cute butt. I jutht never thought I’d get to thee it. Thank you, Mithuth Wilthon. I can die and go to heaven now!"
 
Hannah's mother laughed. "You are so welcome, Edith," she replied.
 
"Tho, Hannah, ith thith what you were doing latht night when you called? Baking cookieth with naked Danny?”
 
“Hey, yeah,” Samantha chimed in. “What exactly were the two of you doing last night, anyway? You said you were doing homework, but after seeing this, I don’t believe a word of it. Was Danny naked then, too? Come on, tell us! Tell us what you two were doing!”
 
“It’s none of your business,” Daniel suddenly cried. “Mind your own fucking business! You’re not even supposed to be here anyway!”
 
Hannah’s eyes went wide to hear the “f-word” coming out of the blond lad’s mouth. She was about to say something when her mother suddenly spoke up.
 
“Danny Gilbert! Watch your mouth, young man! We do NOT use that word in this house and I really doubt your mother lets you use it in yours, either!”
 
Hannah had to giggle as her mother gave the nearly naked lad a sharp swat on his bare butt.
 
“Ow! But, Mrs. Wilson, they’re not supposed to be here ….”
 
Smack! Hannah’s mother gave him a second, much harder slap on the bottom, enough to make him yelp in pain. He looked so funny as he tried to dodge the blow without dropping the cookie sheets he still held in his hands.
 
“Yes, they are supposed to be here," the tall woman fussed.  "These are Hannah’s friends and they are welcome here any time they like. You just mind your p’s and q’s and be on your best behavior, little mister! Any more language like that and I’m calling your mother! Do you want me to do that?”
 
The tearful boy shook his head. “No, ma’am.”
 
Hannah giggled … again. This could not have been better if she’d set it up herself. Well, except for that silly apron and his wadded up undies, she thought with a giggle and a smile. Those would have to go. And soon. She would make sure of that!
 
“Have you had to give him a spanking yet, Mom?” Hannah gave Daniel a mischievous smile. “I want to make sure Sambo and Edith get to see when you do.”
 
Her words were designed to make Daniel mad and they did just that. His face turned an even brighter shade of red compared to what it already was and he started huffing and puffing with anger.
 
“Shut up, Hannah! Go away and leave me alone!”
 
"You shut up, panty boy!" she spat back. "I don't have to listen to you.  I'm not the one walking around in public in their underwear!"
 
The enraged boy almost choked on his words as he tried in vain to hide his modesty. He tried crouching down behind the counter but he almost dropped the hot pans. He ended up just standing helplessly with his hands full, squirming in his comically skimpy underwear while the three girlfriends giggled with glee.
 
“Get out of here, Hannah! Go somewhere else! Take your freaky friends with you!”
 
Mrs. Wilson started to move toward the half-naked lad. “Danny, sweetheart, didn’t I just tell you ….”
 
“I got this, Mom!” Hannah interrupted. She’d been looking forward to this from the moment she’d gotten up this morning. “YOU shut up, slave boy! Shut your prissy little mouth or I’ll shut it for you! Do you understand me?”
 
Daniel froze in his tracks. Eyes wide with fright, he looked for an instant like he was about to burst out crying. Everyone in the room looked just as surprised.
 
“Whoa!” said Edith. “Where’d THAT come from? Way to go, Hannah!”
 
Samantha clapped her hand and laughed. "This is unreal! I can't believe I'm watching this! Yay, Hannah!"
 
Empowered by the cheers of her friends and with her mother smiling her on, the chubby, pimply-faced girl pressed her advantage.
 
"Don't you make me mad, Danny Gilbert!" she said with a sing-song, mocking voice. "You know what I'll do if you push me."
 
“But, you’re not supposed to be here,” whined Daniel. He looked over at Hannah’s mother, who was smiling and nibbling on a cookie. “Mrs. Wilson, tell her! Tell them all to go away! They’re not supposed to see me like this! You said they wouldn’t be back! Make her and her stupid friends go away, please?”
 
“Don’t look at me,” replied the pretty woman. “Talk to Hannah. She’s in charge. She’s a grown woman. I can’t make her do anything she doesn’t want to do.”
 
The girls all snickered, which made the panicked boy even more angry.
 
“But, they’re not supposed to be here!” he cried. Hannah was pleased to see his eyes fill with tears. “You said they were going to the movies! You lied to me! You can’t let them see me naked! It’s not fair!”
 
Hannah looked at her mom. Mrs. Wilson winked at her and nodded encouragement.
 
The teenager nodded back and took a deep breath before yelling, “Don’t you dare be rude to my mom! This is our house, so shut the hell up, slave boy! You don’t talk to my mother like that! Do you hear me?”
 
Daniel stared at Hannah, at first in disbelief, then in anger.
 
“Go away, pizza face! You just go away and leave me alone! Nobody wants you, you big fat pig, so GO! A! WAAAAAY!!!!!”
 
The chubby girl pursed her lips. Old hurts hit home and she felt her face get that tingling feeling you get just before the tears hit. But she wasn’t going there again. Not this time. She took in a deep breath and leaned forward as if she was getting ready for a fight.
 
“Okay, SLAVE BOY, it’s your turn to listen,” she growled.
 
Taking advantage of her size and strength, she grabbed Daniel by the arm and spun him around, giving him a hard slap on his bare butt. He surprised himself by squealing like a little child. She did it again, this time hard enough to leave a red handprint on the pale white skin.
 
“OW! That hurt! Hannah, stop it!”
 
She slapped at him a third time – she had to smile at the touch of his soft fleshy bottom against her chubby hand – making a huge smacking sound and creating a pain so fierce that the poor boy dropped the two hot metal pans, scattering walnut chocolate chip cookies everywhere! The clanging of metal on the tile floor sounded like an alarm bell going off, startling everyone in the room.
 
“Uh-oh, somebody’s got a mess to clean up,” Mrs. Wilson said with mock concern. "Really, Danny? Was that completely necessary?”
 
“Look you made me do!” Daniel sobbed. His eyes shined with tears and his mouth trembled and quivered in an oddly funny manner. “I wanna go home! This isn’t fair … I ain’t got no clothes and everybody’s being mean to me!”
 
“Too bad, so sad!" Hannah teased. Her hand hurt like fire from that last blow, she could only imagine how it felt on the sobbing lad's bare butt.
 
"You got what you deserved. You do NOT tell me what to do in my own house. You don’t tell MY friends what to do. And you most certainly do NOT tell my mother what to do! Do you understand me?”
 
“I wanna go home,” the lad bawled. “I don’t want to do this anymore! It’s mean and you’re mean! You're all mean! I just wanna go home!"
 
The large girl raised her hand again, but she stopped short of slapping Daniel a fourth time. The trembling lad winced, and then started blubbering again. Hannah looked over at Edith and Samantha. The looks on their faces were incredulous. A sense of power and pride swept over her.
 
“Please, Mrs. Wilson, don’t let them look at me,” the sobbing boy begged. Hannah's heart melted as she realized how helpless he looked. “Please, make her stop hitting me. And make those other girls go away … please? I don’t want to go through this again. She hit me and I ain’t got no clothes on and it hurt!”
 
Hannah’s mother laughed. “Really, Danny, don’t make a scene. Hannah didn’t hurt you. You got a lot worse last night, remember? Now, pick up your cookies and clean up the mess you made, okay? It’s not that hard. Really, I don’t know why you’re so upset. It’s not like you’re really naked, you know.”
 
The embarrassed lad frowned. “But … I didn’t … drop them … Hannah made me! Why do I have to pick them up?”
 
“Because you’re my slave boy, remember … SLAVE BOY?” Hannah hissed. “We have a deal, or did you forget?”
 
Daniel’s mouth formed a cute little pout. Hannah wanted to kiss those full, plump lips so bad, it hurt.
 
“But it’s not fair,” he whined. “I didn’t do it. She made me do it.”
 
“Well, that’s not our problem, is it?” Mrs. Wilson shot a quick grin and a wink at Hannah and her two friends. “You heard Hannah. You made a deal with her. You agreed to be her slave for the rest of the school year, remember? You made a deal, so now you have to stick to it. Now, stop your whining and get to work, pretty boy ... unless you want another spanking.”
 
The unhappy lad carefully knelt down and began gathering up the dropped cookies. It was quite a mess, requiring him to eventually get down on his hands and knees to get them all. Hannah sighed as he brushed his long dark blond hair back and wiped his eyes.
 
It’s not fair, she thought with a smile. He is so gorgeous! I wish I was half as good looking as he is. Oh, well, at least I get to look at him.
 
The three seventh grade girls watched carefully as their classmate worked, their eyes feasting on the wondrous sight of the pale, plump bare bottom exposed before them. He looked completely ridiculous in his improvised costume, on all fours on the kitchen floor with his long hair hanging over his red, tear-stained face. With his boyish underwear yanked up between his butt cheeks the twin globes of pale, plump flesh – freshly reddened, thanks to an enthusiastic spanking by Hannah! – were nicely displayed, enhancing the suggestion that he was naked under that silly feminine apron.
 
Hannah recalled the first time she saw Daniel naked – he was in a similar position the prior evening while untangling the vacuum cleaner – and she thought about how she could never get tired of looking at his naked butt.
 
This is so great, she mused as the pouting boy got up and fetched a wet rag and got back down on fours again. Just looking at his red butt made her giggle. I love my life right now. I’m just loving it!
 
After a few minutes Samantha leaned close and whispered, “What the hell is going on here? Did you just shut down Danny Gilbert? Did you really spank him on the bare butt? Is he really naked? Am I on drugs or something? Is this a dream? Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?”
 
The pimply faced girl shrugged. “It depends on what you think you’re seeing, I guess.”
 
Hannah thought for a second and giggled ... again.
 
"No, he’s not quite naked. He’s almost naked, but not quite naked."
 
Hannah found herself giggling yet again. Saying "naked" was fun, especially when she was talking about Danny Gilbert. She put her hands on her hips and shrugged nonchalantly.
“And yes, I did spank his bare butt. And I'll do it again if he gives us anymore trouble.”
 
Samantha shook her head. “Now I AM totally confused! This is like one of those movies where up is down, clowns are in charge and pigs can fly. Something weird is going on here. Something really weird!”
 
Edith spoke up with “Well, whatever it ith that'th going on, I like it! Danny ith thoooo cuuuuuute! I love his little butt! See how it jiggleth, jutht like jelly! Oh, and look, he’th got little boobieth, too! I’ve never theen boobieth on a boy before! Aren’t they cute, Thamantha?”
 
"How could I miss them? They're bigger than mine!" The tall skinny girl snorted. "I always wondered what he'd look like naked, but this is weird. He looks way too much like a girl for me!"
 
Hannah Wilson bit her lip. She was about to burst out with laughter, but she didn’t want that. Not just yet. She wanted a few moments to relish the sight before her and take it all in.
 
Samantha and Edith couldn’t hold back their enthusiasm, of course. They were bright, intelligent girls and their curiosity was piqued to the maximum.
 
“And what’s all this ‘slave boy’ stuff, Hannah?” Samantha asked. "Danny is your slave for the rest of the school year? How did that happen? Does that mean you get to boss him around and make him do your chores? Does he have to go naked like this all the time? When did all this start? Come on, girlfriend, what’s going on? Tell us, please?”
 
Edith spoke up with “What I want to know ith can you loan him out? My room really needth cleaning and our bathement ith a meth. How about partieth? Can I borrow him for a dinner party? He doethn't even have to do anything. I jutht want him to thand around and look pretty. That would be thoooo thweet!”
 
Hannah turned to her little misshapen friend and stared at her. “What dinner party? When did you ever have a dinner party, Edith?”
 
Edith giggled. “Well, never. But if I can get Danny Gilbert to thow up naked and wait on me and my mom, I’m gonna thtart!”
 
The other two girls laughed.
 
“That’s a good idea,” Samantha nodded. “I may have to have a party, too. But seriously, what’s with this slave boy stuff? Come on, Hannah! Spill it!”
 
“You’ll have to ask the slave boy. We made a deal and as long as he keeps his end of the bargain I’m not saying a word.”
 
What happened next was an intense interrogation by Samantha and Edith over the bewildered Daniel Gilbert. They bombarded him with questions and teasing remarks, anything they could to get him to reveal the terms of his agreement.
 
Samantha was almost vicious in her questioning. It was like she was finally getting her change to be in charge for once.
 
“Come on, Danny, what’s the deal? You did something bad, didn’t you? And you got caught and now Hannah’s got you … I wonder what it is you did? It’s pretty bad, isn’t it? I’m gonna figure it out so you may as well come clean. Come on, slave boy … spit it out!”
 
In contrast to the vindictive Samantha, little Edith was coy, almost loving in her interrogation with the tearful boy. Hannah was amazed as her dwarfish friend hardly even spoke to anybody at school, and never a boy like Daniel Gilbert. The large teenager had to smile as she watched the lisping girl attempted to flirt and cajole the captive lad into giving up his shameful secret.
 
“You can tell uth, Danny,” Edith said in an enthusiastic lisp. “We won’t tell anybody elthe. I promithe! Pleathe? Pleeeathhhe?”
 
“Go away, Edith,” Daniel pleaded. “I don’t want to talk about it. Please, stop asking me so many questions!’
 
“I’ll be your friend,” Edith sang in a little girl voice. “I’ll be your buddy. I’ll even be your girlfriend if you want!”
 
The half-naked boy looked horrified. “Hannah! Mrs. Wilson! Please make her stop it! Please, make her go away!”
 
Hannah wondered if Daniel would ever break and tell them the truth, how he’d made that nasty, sticky mess with his penis during an intense tickle session the night before. She suspected that he wouldn’t, but it didn’t matter. Her friends were enjoying themselves at his expense and that was what really counted.
 
The chubby girl pushed her glasses up and smiled as the half-naked boy tried in vain to ignore her friends' continuous leering and teasing. Trapped in a corner, his hands crossed over his bare chest and his eyes cast downward, he looked miserable as they pressed him again and again for answers. Samantha’s “bad cop” approach was almost upstaged by the audacious pandering by little Edith. Both girls amazed her in their reaction to her helpless prisoner.
 
“Come on, Danny,” the dwarfish girl cooed in a way that nobody had ever heard from her before. “You can tell uth your little thecret. We won’t tell anybody, will we, Thambo? Pleathe, Danny … for meeeee? Pleeeeeeeeathe?”
 
“Let’s put it another way,” countered the tall, skinny Samantha. “I bet Jenny McCarthy would be tickled to hear that you’ve been doing chores for Hannah and her mom in your birthday suit. How about I go get my camera and we take a few pictures and show them to her? I think you’ll tell us then!”
 
Hannah watched with great interest as the same boy who once laughed and stood by while she and her friends were teased and tormented to tears now begged for mercy.
 
"Please don't!  Please don't take any pictures of me like this! Please? I'll do anything, just don't tell take any pictures or tell anybody you saw me like this! Please?”
 
“Are you sure you don’t want us to take some pictures for JENNI-FERRRR?” Hannah interjected. “I’d think your skanky girlfriend would love seeing you naked.”
 
Daniel’s face seemed to turn even redder, if such a thing was possible. “Please, Hannah, don't tell Jennifer you saw me naked! And no pictures, please?”
 
"I dunno … pictures are a great idea," teased Hannah. "They would come in handy if you ever gave us any more crap."
 
"Hannah! Language!" warned Mrs. Wilson. "You know I don't like that word."
 
The plump girl glanced at her classmates and grinned. "What word, Mom? Crap?"
 
"Hannah! Please!"
 
“If anybody takeh pictureth I get copieth!” Edith’s smile was ridiculous. Her little frog face beamed with delight as she stared at the helpless lad. “I want thome for my thcrapbook and I want an eight by ten to hang over my bed! Oh, Danny, you are ….”
 
“ … sooooo cute!” the other two girls said in unison.
 
Samantha shook her head. “We know, we know, Edith. Geez, girl, give it a rest. Why don’t you two get a room.”
 
The smaller girl giggled, then pretended to pout. “I would, but he doethn’t belong to me. He belongth to Hannah. He’th her thlave boy, not mine.”
 
It was so funny for Hannah to see her two admittedly oddball friends have the upper hand over the usually snotty and handsome – no, not handsome … make that adorable! – Daniel Gilbert. The embarrassed lad squirmed and pouted like a pitiful little child in his skimpy apron and bare skin. While his face was red and streaked with a morning’s worth of tears, Edith and Samantha both smoldered with a mixture of delight and confusion and … something else.
 
Hannah thought for a moment and nodded. She knew exactly what it was they felt. It was the same thing she felt the first time she saw Danny in his birthday suit; the same thing she felt when she first slapped his bare butt and made him say and do things that made him ashamed. She knew exactly what it was her two friends were feeling. She could see it in their faces, that glowing, beaming expression of satisfaction and delight and meanness bordering on … vengeance!
 
The chubby, pimply faced girl knew exactly what her friends were thinking. Each had been the victim of teasing and bullying at the hands of this boy in particular and scores of others like him. And while Daniel had not always been the main source of their unhappiness, he was a huge contributor. Both Samantha and Edith been taunted and humiliated and pushed and shoved by bullies all their lives. They’d had their books defaced and their wall lockers broken into. They’d been hurt and defiled and made outcasts. And now … now they saw opportunity … opportunity for revenge and payback and a little bit of pleasure in some form or another.
 
And Daniel Gilbert was the lucky target for their revenge!
 
The homely teenager turned her attention back to the tearful boy before her. He looked so helpless, so pitiful as he struggled to ignore his tormentors and clean up the kitchen. He tossed the damaged cookies in the trash and without being told he went to the sink and began washing the empty cookie sheets. The soft sound of sobbing could be heard above Edith and Samantha’s incessant, relentless teasing.
 
Hannah sighed. If she wasn’t so mad at Danny Gilbert she might have felt some sympathy, which would have been nice if it was just the two of them. Oh, what fun she could have it she could get her helpless “slave boy” alone in his birthday suit! But there was enough time for that later. Right now it was time for a different kind of fun. She took a deep breath, sighed once more, and then smiled so broadly it almost made her face hurt.
 
This was going to be the greatest weekend ever!
 

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Daniel Gilbert was at a loss for words. This horrible, terrible morning was going by so fast that he could barely keep up. While his friends were all spending their Saturday morning either sleeping in or watching cartoons, he was caught up in some sort of strange horror story where he was being forced to go practically naked and be a slave to a bunch of crazy women and girls!
 
This can't be happening, he kept telling himself over and over again. This can't be happening ... this can't be happening ....
 
It was bad enough that his stupid stepmother and aunt made him go visit his next door neighbor in his underwear. But then Hannah had to show up with two of her stupid ugly dork friends … and now everybody in the world was getting in on his awful secret! Things couldn't get much worse ... and if they could he sure didn't want to know how!
 
Why me? he thought as he stood silently before the grinning girls in his skimpy underwear and borrowed apron. Why is all this happening to me? Why are they all being so mean? I did't do anything to them!
 
A feeling of desperation sent a shudder through Daniel's twelve year old body. Being half naked in front of such a dorky audience was unnerving enough to drive him to tears.
 
"... why is he naked .... "
 
"... slave boy? How'd that happen .... "
 
"... looks silly ...."
 
"... thoooo cuuuute ...."
 
As he squirmed uncomfortably before his curious audience, the chastened lad looked up toward the ceiling in order to avoid the mocking smiles and bright, mischievous eyes that surrounded him.
 
Why wouldn’t they shut up? Why were they being so mean to him? This couldn't be happening! Oh, how he just wanted to go home!
 
“Danny, honey, don’t just stand there," Mrs. Wilson tapped Daniel on his bare shoulder, waking him from his thoughts and scaring the heck out of him. "If you're done cleaning up offer the girls some cookies. Thank goodness you didn’t drop all them all. Somebody might have gotten a really serious spanking if that happened. Now, put some cookies on a plate and share them with everybody, all right?”
 
Daniel looked at Mrs. Wilson in awe … and fear. How could this pretty lady let this happen to him? How could she – a mom! – let these stupid girls see him like this? How could she, of all people, be so mean to him? She was a grown up, right? She wasn’t supposed to let this happen. This was all wrong … just horribly wrong!
 
“But, Mrs. Wilson, can’t I please go home and put on some clothes, first? Please? All I got on is my underwear and this stupid apron. This isn’t fun and I don’t want to do it anymore.”
 
“Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere, slave boy,” the smiling woman purred. “You’re fine just the way you are. We’ve got guests and you’re going to stay right here and be a good little maid. Now, do as I say … unless you want me calling your mommy on you. Is that what you want? Hmm? Hmmm?”
 
Eyes wide with disbelief, the stunned lad didn’t know what to say. Between Mrs. Wilson smiling at him and Hannah and her friends teasing him and making fun of him, he was paralyzed with fear. He wanted to run away and hide, but he couldn’t. He knew Hannah’s mom would call his stepmother and he’d get punished even worse than what he was going through now. Just what might happen he couldn’t imagine, but he knew his stepmother enough to predict that she’d come up with something totally awful.
 
Trembling with fear, he looked down at his bare body, then at the giggling girls before him. He let out a soft sigh and nodded his head.
 
“No … please, don’t call my stepmom. I … I … I’ll be all right. I’ll take care of everything ….”
 
Mrs. Wilson winked at the girls. “Don’t forget you have to finish putting everything in the pantry, too. You can do that while the girls eat their cookies.”
 
Another round of giggles and whispering caused him to blush furiously.
 
“Little maid.” The tall skinny girl, Samantha, gave a goofy laugh. “I like that. I like that a lot!”
 
Daniel started to say something smart, but decided against it. Samantha must have sensed his defiance because she stared right at him and stuck out her tongue. With her deeply freckled face and kinky hair she was one of the ugliest girls he’d ever seen in his life.
 
“You do look like a maid, you know,” she teased. “All you need is a cute little dress. I bet Jennifer McCarthy would just love to see you dressed like a girl!”
 
The blushing boy gritted his teeth. He didn’t even want to think about Jennifer seeing him like this, much less in a dress. He couldn’t begin to imagine how any of his friends might react if they could see him at that moment, in that stupid teeny tiny apron and his underwear pulled up in a wedgie. He especially didn’t want anybody to know he was the prisoner of these awful, ugly girls and how bad they were treating him.
 
This is the worst day of my life, the shamed child thought to himself. Bullies are supposed to be big and scary guys, not skinny, ugly dorky girls. If anybody at school finds out about this I am so screwed!
 
And so, while that ugly pig of a girl Hannah Wilson and her two equally homely girlfriends supervised, a very humble Daniel Gilbert laid out the cookies on a plate. With his underwear all yanked up to show off his bare bottom, he could feel their collective eyes all over his body, poking and tickling and caressing his plump nipples, his bare belly and in between his legs. To think that just a day earlier he wouldn’t have given any of these awful girls the time of day … and now he was parading about before them looking foolish in a borrowed apron and his skimpy whitey tighties.
 
"Ooooooo, Danny ith tho cute!" lisped little Edith, her eyes alight with pleasure. She giggled gleefully as she watched the blushing boy do his chores. "He lookth like he'th wearing bikini pantieth under there. How'd you get him to do that?"
 
Mrs. Wilson nodded. "It does look like panties, doesn't it? Don't be shy, Edith. If you want to know something go ask him."
 
"I wanna know why he's so soft and puny looking," Samantha said with sourness in her voice. "To see him at school you wouldn't think he looked anything like that. Hey, you got a big fat butt, you know that, naked boy? Not so tough in your little panties now, huh?"
 
“Or your little boobieth!” added Edith.
 
All three girls busted out giggling and laughing, which just added to Daniel's misery. The flustered lad wanted to cry as he covered his nipples with his hands. He wanted to slap them all in the face and run away, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. He tried to focus on his task and ignore the shameful situation he was in.
 
“You girls like milk with your cookies, right?” Mrs. Wilson sang at her motherly best. “Danny, don’t use those glasses. Those are for tea. Silly boy, get the plain ones from the other cabinet. Hannah, show him … he’s being difficult this morning. I don’t know what we’re going to do with him. You might have to paddle his little butt again before the day is over.”
 
The pimply faced girl giggled, then nodded her head with enthusiasm. “I got it, Mom! Come on, slave boy, and pay attention do what my mom says … unless you want another butt whippin'.”
 
Daniel got out the glasses in silence, his hands trembling and his eyes wet with tears.
 
“Um, I think we used all the milk to make the cookies,” he said in a hoarse voice.
 
Mrs. Wilson smiled. “Look in the refrigerator, sweetheart. There’s a whole gallon there, brand new and unopened.”
 
“But I thought ….” The confused boy looked. Sure enough, there was the container of milk, completely full and untouched. He glanced back at his hostess. She, in turn, gave him a mischievous look.
 
“Something wrong, my pretty?”
 
Daniel felt his face turn red, he was so angry. “But, Mrs. Wilson … if … if you had milk, then why did you make me go get some from my house?”
 
Mrs. Wilson gave musical laugh. “Why not? You looked so cute running around in your little panties, it seemed like the thing to do. You’re not going to get mad about it, are you? Over a little thing like that? Silly boy … such a silly, pretty little boy ….”
 
The girls looked from Hannah’s mother to the flustered boy. Tears burned in his eyes as he tried to think of something to say.
 
“That was mean! Because of you I had to go outside in my underwear. It was cold and that stupid gravel hurt my feet! Why are you being so mean to me? What did I ever do to you?”
 
The pretty woman shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. How about spying, then lying and spreading rumors. Oh, and let’s not forget teasing and bullying and being a nasty little pervert. How are those for starters? Am I forgetting anything? I’m sure your mother can come up with a few more. Want me to call her up and invite her over?”
 
Daniel started sobbing. He couldn't help himself. The stress and shame was just too much.
 
"Nooooo ... please don't do that. Please don't call heeerrrrrrrrr ...."
 
"Poor baby." Daniel looked over to see Hannah standing next to her mom, her fat, pimply face grinning and mocking him.
 
"Poor sissy baby. Too bad, so sad," the happy teenager sang loudly. "What a crybaby. He can dish it out, but he sure can't take it. Crybaby! Too bad, so sad."
 
“Wow, Mrs. Wilson,” whispered the tall, skinny Samantha. “That was great. I never knew you were this cool.”
 
The pretty woman gave a girlish laugh. “Oh, aren’t you sweet! Thank you, Samantha, sweetheart, but I wasn’t trying to be cool. I was just telling the truth. Danny has been a bad boy and his mommy is punishing him. We're just helping out. I’m sure you girls know what I’m talking about.”
 
Edith giggled. “You mean about being a thithead, Mithuth Wilthon? Danny actth like a thithead thometimeth at thchool to me and Hannah and Thamatha.”
 
Daniel wiped his eyes and looked at the little girl with a perplexed expression.
 
"Wha- ... what did she say?"
 
Hannah smiled at him. "She said you were a shithead!"
 
"Hannah, language!" Mrs. Wilson tried not to laugh as she chastised her daughter.
 
The fat teenager giggled. "It's not my fault! I was just translating."
 
Samantha nodded her head with enthusiasm. “You're right, Mrs. Wilson. It's just like those awful stories Danny told about you and Hannah last summer.  And when he helped those boys trash my science project in sixth grade. He complains about us being mean, he is the really mean one. Edith’s right, as much as I hate to agree with her. Danny is a shithead.”
 
Daniel frowned. He was tired of hearing about the lie he told on Mrs. Wilson and Hannah. How many times was he going to have to pay for that one? And now Samantha was complaining about her stupid science project? That was a long time ago … why did she have to bring that one up now?
 
“Well, he may be mean, but he’th thtill cute,” chirped Edith. “And right now we get to get back at him and have a little fun. That’ll teach you to be mean to our Hannah, Danny Gilbert, you cute little thithead, you!”
 
Daniel looked over at Edith. Oh, how he hated that weird little black-haired frog-faced girl with the obnoxious lisp. He remembered her from his science class. Always there with the right answers, always kissing up to the teacher, always making a big deal about how she had trouble walking. She wasn’t so smart – she couldn’t even talk right! He normally didn’t pay much attention to her, but at that moment, he hated her more than the others combined.
 
Mrs. Wilson gave an elegant wave to her daughter’s friends. “And there you have it. Danny’s being punished for being" – she gave a light-hearted chuckle – "a little shithead. Thank you, Edith. I couldn’t have said it better myself, sweetie.”
 
Samantha snorted. “Anybody could have said it better than Edith.”
 
All three girls, Edith included, giggled. Mrs. Wilson tried not to laugh, but she was caught up in the merriment as well. That didn’t sit well with Daniel. His anger turned to shame and sadness, and he started crying again.
 
"This isn't funny! Everybody's laughing at me and making fun of me and I don't like it! I wanna go home!"
 
“Oh, Danny, please! Stop being such a big crybaby,” fussed Mrs. Wilson. “You can't go home just yet ... you’ve got too much work to do. Now, finish getting the girls their snacks before I put you over my knee and give you something to really cry about!”
 
The tearful lad got busy passing out the glasses and he poured milk for everyone in the room. Except for himself, he suddenly realized. He started to say something – he would have liked some walnut chocolate chip cookies and milk, too, under different circumstances – but he left it alone. He had enough problems as it was.
 
While Mrs. Wilson and the girls enjoyed their snack, the half-naked lad was put back to finish cleaning up the kitchen and restocking the pantry. It was a tedious task; he had pans and bowls to wash in addition to dozens of cans and boxes to put away. Hannah’s mom guided him through the process, to the delight of the three girls, directing him step by step as if he was too stupid to do it himself. He could hear whispers and laughter behind him the entire time, and he wished he was a million miles away.
 
"Do a good job, naked boy, and maybe we'll let Edith take you home with her," teased Samantha. "You can help her and her mom clean out that crazy basement of theirs.  I’ve seen it and it is a mess! You think this is hard, just you wait 'til Mrs. McAdams gets her hands on you! You think we’ve been hard on you? Edith’s mom will work your fat little butt off for sure!"
 
“That’th a fact, Jack.” Edith’s head bobbed up and down in agreement. “Mom doesn’t like boyth, especially bullieth. But don’t worry, Danny … if you come over I’ll put in a good word for you!”
 
Daniel wanted to tell them both to shut the hell up, but he knew that would only make his situation worse. He decided to keep silent, focusing on finishing his chores and going home.
 
“So, what are you girls up to today?” Mrs. Wilson asked while he worked. “Are you going to see the big movie?”
 
Daniel frowned as Hannah spoke up. “Um, well, we thought we’d just hang out here for a while. You know, and maybe babysit with Danny for a little while.”
 
"Yeah, Mrs. Wilson," said Samantha. "We're all about ... babysitting."
 
“Babythitting little thitheadth ith our thpecialty,” squeaked Edith with a giggle.
 
The bewildered boy blinked. He couldn’t understand a word that ugly little frog-faced girl said.
 
Hannah’s mother must have been reading his mind. “Edith, honey, what did you …?”
 
Hannah sighed. “She said babysitting little shitheads is ….”
 
“… your specialty. Okay, I get it.” Mrs. Wilson laughed. “Well, girls, there’s a job for everyone and everyone has to have a job. You’ve come to the right place!’
 
The girls giggled like a trio of female hyenas. Daniel didn't like the way they were acting. These were girls who were normally shy and quiet at school, the kind his friends liked to pick on. And now they were picking on him and teasing him way beyond anything that ever happened to them. But why? He never did anything to any of them. Well, there was that rumor thing with Hannah. And, yes, he had to admit that he laughed and enjoyed being in on the joke a few times when his friends played a trick or teased the others. But he never really did anything bad. Well, except for maybe a couple of times ....
 
Talk about "babysitting" woke him from his thoughts. He cringed to hear that little toad, Edith, laughing at his expense.
 
"Heck, Mithuth Wilthon, I'll babythit Danny for free anytime you want! He'th thoooo cute in his little pantieth! I'll hug him and kith him and love him all day long and you won’t have to pay me a dime!"
 
The room erupted with laughter once again. The angry lad shuddered as he pictured himself in the embrace ofthe dwarfish Edith. The very thought repulsed and scared him. He tried to block out the sound of their teasing, but that was impossible. Besides, he needed to know what was going on, just in case things got worse.
 
A shiver went down his spine. Whatever “worse” was, he didn’t think he wanted to know.
 
Mrs. Wilson finally called everyone to order. “Well, that’s all right, I suppose. Girls, you can babysit Danny all you want. I'm certain Mrs. Gilbert would appreciate the help. But you don't have to miss your movie. There’s no reason you can’t do both. Why don’t you go to the movie and when you get back Danny will still be here. You can all hang out and babysit for a while.”
 
Hannah clapped her hands. “I know! How about Edith and Samantha staying for supper? Danny can fix it for us and we’ll play some games afterward. We can even have a slumber party!”
 
“Oh, wow, I’ve never been to a thlumber party,” whispered Edith. “That thoundth like a lot of fun!”
 
“I’m in!” Samantha ran for the phone. “I’m gonna call my mom! I want to have a slumber party, too!”
 
“Um, Mithuth Wilthon? Can Danny come to the thlumber party, too?” Edith gave her best sad puppy dog look. “We’ll be good, I promithe! Pleeeeeeeeathe?”
 
The tall, pretty woman laughed. “We’ll see, sweetie. I’ll ask his mother and let you know.”
 
“YAY!!!” All three girls cheered. The blushing boy felt a wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach as he realized they were all looking right at him.
 
While the girls were on the phone Daniel tried to picture what Hannah and her mother were talking about. They couldn’t be serious. Surely they didn’t expect him to hang around all day and be treated literally like a slave. There was no way he was going to stay all day and the fix supper, too! Surely they weren’t serious.
 
Daniel’s thoughts went back to the events of the night before and he shivered.
 
Please don’t let that happen, he prayed. Please don’t let that happen … please don’t let that happen ….
 
Once the phone calls were finished one of the girls spoke up. “Mrs. Wilson, I was wondering ….”
 
“Yes, Samantha?”
 
“What the heck is Danny doing here anyway? I mean, how come he’d almost naked? What’s up with all that?”
 
Mrs. Wilson gave a soft, musical laugh. “Don’t ask me. Why don’t you ask him? Danny, sweetheart, aren’t you done yet? Here, while you finish up, tell our guests what’s going on. Come on, don’t be shy. It’s not like you’ve got anything to hide.”
 
There was that laughter again. Daniel felt tears burn his eyes. He didn’t want to even be in the same room with Samantha and the others, much less have to answer their stupid questions.
 
The pretty woman laughed again. “I guess he’s still a little shy. Remember what I said about little Danny being punished? He did some naughty things and his mommy is trying to teach him a lesson.”
 
“Wow! He mutht have really thcrewed up to have to go through all thith,” lisped Edit. “What did he do? Kill the pope?”
 
“Nope,” interjected Hannah. “He was just being a shithead.”
 
“Hannah!” Mrs. Wilson fussed. “Such language! I can forgive little Edith, but really!”
 
“Well, it’s true. His mom practically said so. He stole from his father and lied and acted like a pervert. You know his mom even caught him jacking off …?”
 
“EEWWWWWW!!!!” the other girls cried in unison.
 
“Hannah!” Mrs. Wilson gasped. "Really? Do you have to use that word?"
 
"Oh, Mom, it's true. I’m just repeating what Mrs. Gilbert said. Hey, I almost forgot the best part!” She gave the anxious lad another smart aleck smile. “Danny’s so perverted, he’s even been using a pair of his mother’s panties to jack off with.”
 
"Eeewwww!" Daniel winced as the girls all squealed again and giggled wildly.
 
“He’s been jerking off in his mom’s panties?” Samantha made a retching sound, then laughed. “God, Danny, you really are a pervert! You psycho!”
 
“Hey, be nithe! He’th not a thycho,” chirped Edith. “He jutht like’th playing with hith mommy’th pantieth … tho what? I think that’th kinda cute. Maybe he jutht loveth hith mommy.”
 
Samantha sighed big time. “Edith, you dummy! He is a psycho! Don’t you get it? There’s a big difference in loving his mommy and being ‘in love’ with her! Ew!!!”
 
The little misshapen girl batted her eyelashes. “Well, even tho … I thtill think he’th cute!”
 
“Yeah, a cute little perv who jacks off in his mom’s panties,” snorted Samantha.
 
“I don’t know … I’d kind like to thee that!” Edith said, casting a mischievous look toward the blushing lad.
 
Daniel winced as the girls repeated their cry of disgust. “EEWWWWWW!!!!”
 
“That’s gross, Edith!” Samantha said, grinning. “Funny, but gross. You’re almost as bad as he is.”
 
The room was filled with laughter and chatter as Daniel’s personal life was ripped apart and dissected by his hated captors. Hannah explained in painful detail all about how he'd gotten caught stealing money from his parents and hiding the dirty magazines in his room. He frowned as his archnemesis proceeded to go through the list of offenses that landed him in his awful predicament. He felt sick as she went on and on about the discussion they all had about him masturbating with his stepmother's panties. On top of all that she gleefully told her friends how she got to babysit him while he remained naked for the rest of the night.
 
Daniel was red with embarrassment as all eyes locked in on him throughout Hannah’s story. By this time his chores were done and he was standing next to Mrs. Wilson at the kitchen table. The pretty woman had her arm wrapped around his waist, forcing him to stand quietly through the discussion. He tried not to make eye contact with the girls while they listened in rapture to Hannah’s story. The humiliation of having his most guarded and shameful secrets was unbearable!
 
“Sooooo, when I called and you guys were doing homework, Danny was naked?” Samantha’s eyes glowed with pleasure as she stared at the humiliated boy. “And when I talked to you, you were naked?”
 
Daniel bit his lip and shrugged.
 
The skinny, freckle faced girl snorted. “Hannah? Really? And you got to dance with him … while he was still naked? Really? Really??? Oh. My. God!!!”
 
“You guys should have been there!” Hannah looked right at him and grinned. “It was hilarious! Mom danced with him, too! Then we had a tickle fight! That was a lot of fun, too! We never laughed so hard in our lives. Isn't that right, Mom?”
 
"That's right, sweetie," Mrs. Wilson replied in her bright, perfect mother voice. She looked up at Daniel and winked. "We did have a good time, didn’t we, sweetie?"
 
The shamed lad took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.
 
“I’m really pithed,” fussed little Edith. “All thith time you got to play with my Danny naked? And you didn’t call uth over to help? That’th not very nithe, Hannah Wilthon! I thought we were betht friendth!”
 
“Oh, stop being such a whiny baby, Edith. You’re here now, so what are you complaining about?”
 
The little girl pouted. “But I want to danthe with naked Danny!”
 
Hannah laughed. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance. The day’s not over yet.”
 
Oh, how Daniel wanted to tell that fat, ugly cow to shut up and mind her own business! He really wanted to go punch her in the face and tell her to go to hell. But he didn't. He couldn't. He didn't dare. Instead he just stood there with his head down and hoped nobody would say anything to him.
 
“Wow, how weird is all that!” said Samantha. She seemed more curious than disgusted by Hannah's story. “Are all boys that whacked out or is Danny the only gross one? I knew he was kind of stuck up, but I never figured him for being a total pervert. Jacking off all the time like that … EWW!!!”
 
The sullen boy glanced up at Samantha and frowned. She was tall and skinny and had kinky red hair and weird freckles all over her face. Daniel remembered her for having a smart mouth and being another one of those book types. And now she was talking about him like he was one of her science experiments. Oh, how he hated her at that moment! But the way she looked at him caused him to fear her even more.
 
Hannah shrugged. “I’m beginning to think all boys jack off, but they have a certain set of rules, you know, like when and where. Apparently Danny can’t keep his hands off his little dinky night and day. Just keep him away from his mommy’s panties!”
 
“She’s NOT my mom,” Daniel said with a weak voice. “She’s my stepmom.”
 
The skinny girl sighed. “Like that makes it better? It’s still nasty! Ew!!!”
 
Everyone, including Mrs. Wilson, burst out laughing on that one. Daniel just hung his head and wished for sniper’s bullet to end it all.
 
“Tho, what about theethe magazineth?” asked Edith. “Can we thee one?”
 
"What ...?" Hannah’s mother paused. “Wait, I got it. ‘These magazines,’ right? You want to see one?”
 
“You’re getting pretty good at that, Mrs. Wilson,” Samantha said with a giggle and a snort. “Hannah and I are usually the only ones who understand her.”
 
The tall woman nodded. “It’s not that hard. It just takes a little time. Anyway, do you girls want to see them? Danny, honey, would you run over and see if your mother still has your little girlie magazines? Ask her if you can bring them all. Tell her I want to show the girls what we’ve been talking about. Hurry, darling. We don’t have all morning.”
 
Daniel started to say something, but then thought the better of it. He hung his head and minced toward the door in his bare feet. The lilting sound of feminine laughter added to his misery.
 
It took him a few minutes to run his errand. The only thing worse than negotiating the hard gravel barefoot was explaining to his stepmother and aunt why he needed his father’s old magazines. It took lot longer than it should have and he got them in the end, but they made him pay a price for his effort.
 
“So, Mrs. Wilson wants to show the girls what you’ve been jacking off to?” Delores said with a smirk.
 
Daniel looked down, ashamed, and shrugged. “I guess so.”
 
“Smart woman. It’s good that she’s explaining the facts of life to them at this age. I wish my mother had done it for me.”
 
“That’s because you’re a slow learner, sister dear,” teased Margerite. “It’s not that HARD to figure out. You just have to pay attention to what boys like … and then take matters into your own HANDS.”
 
The embarrassed lad tried not to look at his aunt, but he did it anyway. She shot him an amused smile and a wink.
 
“By the way, honey bunny, I really like your little apron. I’m going to get one for when you come visit me at my house. It’ll be perfect for doing chores and waiting on your poor old auntie hand and foot. Maybe I’ll get us matching aprons and we can clean house together and maybe even have a little fashion show! Won’t that be fun?”
 
Daniel’s head spun as he made his way back to Hannah’s house. The bizarre conversation he had with his stepmother and aunt made him dizzy. There was no safe place for him, at his home or with his neighbors. On top of that the temperature dropped again and dark clouds were coming in. It looked it though it was going to rain. The very thought depressed him.
 
He arrived at the Wilson house to a round of applause from his appreciative audience. The tall skinny girl and the little dwarfish one stared at him as if he was from another planet. Hannah and Mrs. Wilson, on the other hand, looked at him as though they were contemplating their next meal.
 
“Give me those, slave boy!” Hannah rudely grabbed the stack of magazines from his hands. She flipped through them with a purpose, looking for something in particular. “Here you go, Mom! This is the one I was talking about.”
 
Daniel felt sick as he recognized the magazine in her hand. It was one of his favorites, in fact. On the cover was an illustration of a young blond woman hanging nearly naked over boiling cauldron. Evil Nazi guards rubbed their hands together in lust over her predicament while in the background an American soldier with a submachine gun burst into the room.
 
“Ew, these are gross!” Samantha said with a laugh. She held up one of the nudist magazines and showed a picture of family posing on the beach. “Look at this one. Naked little kids hanging out with ugly old men? Yuck! I can see why his mom would be so mad. My mom would whip the heck out of me if I brought something like this in the house.”
 
Hannah nodded. “Well, that’s the idea. Danny did get a little spanking, but Mrs. Gilbert thought he needed a little more incentive to be good. That’s why he has to be naked all weekend. He has to do his chores and do his homework and ….”
 
“Entertain his next door neighbors,” interjected the ever cheerful Mrs. Wilson.
 
“And entertain his next door neighbors and their friends.” Hannah laughed. “It’s all part of Mrs. Gilbert’s big plan to make Danny stop looking at pictures of naked girls. What’s good for him is good for us, right, Mom?”
 
Hannah’s mother nodded. “Mmmm-hmmm. We’re just helping Danny see the error of his ways,” she said with a devilish wink.
 
The chubby blond teenager grinned. “Yeah, it’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it.”
 
Samantha whistled, then held the magazine up again, this time to a picture of some nude young boys playing volley ball and hanging out in a park. “I stand corrected. I think I’ll keep this one! Hey, here’s a naked boy that looks just exactly like our pretty little DAN-NYYYYYYY!”
 
Daniel sighed as the photo was pushed up against his nose. It showed two boys sitting under a tree, practically hugging one another in typical adolescent horseplay. He didn’t think the boy Samantha indicated looked anything like him. Well, except for maybe the haircut … and the fat butt. And a little bit in the face, maybe.
 
“See Danny, doesn’t that look just like you? Except for the boobies, I mean. This boy doesn’t have titties like Danny’s.
 
“Neither do you,” quipped a grinning Hannah.
 
Samantha stuck her tongue out at her friend. “Very funny. But I was talking to your pretty little slave boy, remember? Hey, Danny, is this what you look like when you’re in the shower naked with the guys at school? Hmm? I bet they just love hugging and kissing on you when you’re in your birthday suit!”
 
Daniel’s face burned white hot as the skinny girl waved the magazine in his face. It was funny that she would say that. He always thought the two naked boys looked like they were about kiss, which both intrigued and disgusted him. He’d tried not to think about that picture, but it haunted him constantly. And now it was being thrown back in his face.
 
“Hey, look at thith!” Edith held up her magazine and pointed to a picture of a pretty woman. Daniel realized that it was one of the prisoner stories and the helpless victim was wearing little more than a pair of torn bikini panties and a tiny apron. He hands were bound and she was being led to a dungeon by an ugly guard in military attire.
 
“Thee?” Edith giggled. “Thithlook jutht like what Danny’th wearing! Neat!”
 
“Oh, wow, it does look just like him!” Samantha said, casting an evil glare toward the blushing lad. “I really like THAT one. I like that one a LOT!”
 
Mrs. Wilson suddenly stood up. She looked at her watch and then glanced out the window toward Daniel’s house. “You girls want to see something really neat?”
 
The three friends nodded their heads.
 
“Then come with me. Danny, you too! Come along, my pretty little slave boy! Don’t be a lazy daisy!”
 
Daniel Gilbert followed his hostess and the three girls to the front of the house. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was cooperating, but it seemed the thing to do at the moment. He kept hope that at any minute his stepmother would call for him to come home.
 
“Did you know that Hannah’s father was in the army?” Mrs. Gilbert asked the children. “It’s true. He was in the military police. He died overseas, you know. A long time ago. Hannah was in grade school when he passed away.”
 
Daniel glanced over at Hannah. She seemed oddly hurt. A cold chill caused the young boy to shiver, which was strange as he was also sweating.
 
The tall woman opened a door. It was the hall closet, filled with the usual coats, jackets and sweaters you’d expect. She reached up and pulled out an old cardboard box from the top shelf and opened it. Daniel saw it contained old photographs, various army insignia, a man’s wallet, a watch and other memorabilia. His hostess rummaged through the odd collection, humming a tune as if he wasn’t even there. He felt small and insignificant, standing in his underwear next to this tall, beautiful woman and the trio of girls in a strange house.
 
There was a sound of metal clicking, a satisfied “Oh, there they are,” and the box was put back in its hiding place.
 
“Here’s a little souvenir from when my husband was in the service.” Mrs. Wilson gave Daniel a sly smile. “I think you’ll all find this interesting. Here, Danny, let me see your wrists.”
 
The confused youth held out his hands without a word. He was shocked to feel something cold and hard against his skin. There was a ratcheting, clacking sound and then a quiet click. He was surprised to find his wrists suddenly feel heavy.
 
“What … Mrs. Wilson! What are you doing? Please, take these off! I don’t like them … please … please ….”
 
The girls all started laughing. “They’re my dad’s old handcuffs,” said Hannah. “I forgot all about them. I remember him letting me play with them when I was little. We used to play cops and robbers with those things.”
 
“I remember that,” Mrs. Wilson said. “I almost forgot them, too, until I saw Danny’s dirty little books. I thought they might come in handy, but I had to remember where we put them.”
 
The panicked lad struggled against the cold manacles, but he immediately knew it was in vain; these were the real thing, not some cheap toy that popped loose easily. A sense of intense dread swept over him. Things were not looking good for him at this point.
 
“Mrs. Wilson … please, take them off! They hurt!”
 
“Shhhhh, hush, you! You’re not hurt. See? I locked them so they won’t get too tight and bruise your pretty skin. We wouldn’t want that to happen, would we? You’re fine … just don’t fight them and you’ll be all right.”
 
Daniel looked up at the smiling woman. “You have a key, right? I mean, you CAN take these off, can’t you?”
 
Mrs. Wilson frowned. “Well, I don’t know. I think so ….”
 
The panicked lad watched as she rummaged through the little box. “You know, we might not. I didn’t even think about that. Nope, I don’t see one. Goodness … that’s embarrassing.”
 
She smiled at Daniel and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, well, It’s not like you’re going anywhere anytime soon anyway, right? Hey, don’t look so sad, Mr. Pouty Face. Look at it this way … you’re in the perfect costume if you’re going to be Hannah’s slave boy! Am I right? Hmm? Am I right?”
 
Daniel looked over at Hannah and Samantha and Edith. They were all giggles and grins. His stomach ached as their eyes lit up excitedly over his predicament.
 
“Please, Mrs. Wilson, I don’t like this,” he whined. “I want to go home!”
 
The half-naked boy felt his eyes burn with tears. He didn’t want to cry, not now … not in front of those stupid girls. But he couldn’t help it. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.
 
 “Shhhh … shush, Danny! I was just teasing.” The pretty woman shook her head as she held up a small shiny key. She let it dangle just inches from the sobbing child’s runny nose for an instant, her eyes alight with mischief.
 
“Of course I have the key. It’s right here, so stop your silly crying. Good god, you’re such a crybaby.”
 
“It’s not funny!” Daniel fussed. “That wasn’t funny and this isn’t fun! You’re all being mean to me and I want to go home!
 
“Please let me go! Please? At least call my stepmom and tell her I want to go home!”
 
His words were lost on the smiling woman. She waved the small key in the air and giggled. “Who wants to be in charge of the slave boy? Speak now, or forever hold your ….”
 
“I’ll do it!” squeaked little Edith. “I got thith, girlfriendth. Don’t even bother. He’th all mine!”
 
Daniel watched with disbelief as the odd little girl from his homeroom class hobbled forward and snatched the key from Mrs. Wilson’s grasp. She gave him a smirking grin, held it up for him to see, then popped it into her mouth.
 
“Wha- …? Edith!” Samantha cried. “What the hell are you doing?”  
 
Daniel was horrified as the frog-faced girl stretched her neck made a loud gulping sound. She then opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.
 
"Ta-DAH!" she said, shooting the stunned lad a sassy, smarty pants grin.
 
Samantha hooted a not very ladylike laugh. “Wow. I guess Danny’s gonna have to wait for Edith to poop if he wants out of those things, huh?”
 
“What did you do?” Daniel screamed. “Are you fucking crazy? How am I going to get out of these now, you stupid little bitch, you!”
 
“Danny Gilbert!” Mrs. Wilson’s voice turned dark and firm. “You watch your mouth, young man!”
 
Daniel wasn’t listening, however. He had more important things on his mind. The trapped boy couldn't believe his eyes! Did the little freak just swallow the key to his handcuffs? Did she just doom him who knew how long to being trapped like a ... a ... slave? Did she really do that? Did that really happen?
 
“Mrs. Wilson!” cried the bewildered boy. “Please, please tell me you have another key! Please, oh, please, you got another key, right? Please???”
 
The pretty woman shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “Sorry, Danny. That’s the only one. I guess you’re out of luck.”
 
“Shit out of luck is more like it,” quipped the freckle-faced Samantha.
 
“Samantha, really!” Mrs. Wilson tried not to smile, but it was futile.
 
The tearful lad buried his face in his bound hands. “How am I gonna get loose? I can’t stay like this forever! This isn’t fair … I ain’t got no clothes ….”
 
“You HAVEN’T ANY clotheth,” corrected Edith with a giggle.
 
Daniel scowled at the grinning girl. “You shut the fuck up, you ugly bitch! I’m not playing! You stupid little frog face! I want that key and I want it … OW!!!”
 
To his shock and surprise, Mrs. Wilson spun him around by the shoulders and gave him a quick slap across the face. The blow stunned him, taking his breath away. He then cried out in pain as she grabbed him by the ear and lifted up just enough to force him to stand on his tiptoes.  He squealed out loud as a hard slap set his bare butt cheek on fire.
 
“Young man, I will NOT” – SLAP! – “have that kind of language in my house!” – SMACK! – “Do you understand me? It’s one thing for a little teasing and having some fun,” – WHAP! – “but I draw the line at bad language. Especially THAT word!” – SMACK! – “Again, do you understand me?”
 
His face white with fear, Daniel bit his lip and nodded. He could still feel the heat where Mrs. Wilson’s hand struck his face and the pain across his bare bottom was excruciating. Salty tears burned his eyes but he didn’t cry, nor did he say a word. The quick and sudden actions of this usually gentle, feminine woman frightened him and he did not want to provoke her anymore at all.
 
“I’m sorry slapped your face, but you were getting out of hand,” she said, her voice now back at its normal sweet and syrupy self. “I won’t apologize for the spanking, though. You apparently forgot we live as civilized people and I had to resort to extremes in order to attract your attention. That’s what got you in this spot to begin with. Silly boy … Don’t you know you just can’t go around saying and doing just anything you want?”
 
“I’m sorrrryyyyyyyyy,” the sobbing seventh grader cried. “I’m sorry ….”
 
Hannah’s mother produced a box of tissues. “Here, let me wipe your tears. Now, blow your nose … that’s it. Now you can apologize to Edith for your bad language and calling her that awful, ugly name.”
 
Daniel complied with her demands. He had to. He had no choice. With his hands clasped together in the metallic restraints, his clothes taken away and no sign of rescue, he suddenly realized he was a prisoner, literally a hostage in the war between the sexes. It was a terrifying thought that came from his twelve year old mind and he wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it.
 
“I … I’m sorry, Edith,” he croaked. Tears of shame – and pain – burned his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said those words. I’m really sorry, I promise.”
 
“Oh, that’th okay,” the little girl said brightly. “I’ve been called worthe. I don’t mind. Ath long ath I get to thee your cute little tittieth and your bare butt, I don’t care what you call me!”
 
Mrs. Wilson and the two other girls all burst out laughing.
 
“That’s very gracious of you, Edith,” said the pretty woman. “I like your attitude.”
 
“I like you’rth, too, Mithuth Wilthon! You’re my hero!”
 
“I thought I was your hero,” Hannah said in mock disappointment.
 
“Hey, I lied. Tho thue me!” The little girl giggled. “Your mama knowth how to give a thpanking. I thure don’t want her mad at me!”
 
Hannah’s mother blinked. “What? Thue you …? Oh, SUE you.” She laughed. “Well, you’re my hero, too, Edith. Tell me, what do YOU think we ought to do with our pretty little prisoner?”
 
“Oh, oh! I know ek-thactly what to do!”
 
The diminutive Edith disappeared momentarily. She returned with one of Daniel’s adventure magazines and pointed enthusiastically at a topless woman in torn bikini panties hanging from a rope by her wrists; surrounding her was a group of leering, lecherous tribal warriors. The chief held a whip in his hand. Daniel’s eyes went wide with fear as he realized what the grinning girl was suggesting.
 
“Let’th do thith!” She was so excited she snorted when she laughed. “We can pretend Danny ith a damthel in dithreth and one of uth can come rethcue him!”
 
Samantha sighed. “Oh god, Edith! What the hell did you say this time?”
 
Hannah’s mother laughed, her white teeth flashing brightly between her red painted lips. “I think she said we can pretend Danny play the damsel in distress and one of you rescue him.”
 
Hannah shook her head. “Great. Mom’s only talked to the little gremlin for half an hour and now she understands everything she says. I give up!”
 
“That’th what I thaid,” fussed Edith. “What’th the matter, Thambo? Can’t you underthand plain Englith? Anyway, let’th put Danny in dithtreth! I know it’th thilly, but think about how much fun we can have … you know … with our thlave boy.”
 
Hannah and Samantha looked at their little friend with amazement. Samantha was the first to speak. “Wow, Edith. Where’d you come up with that one? Besides the magazine, I mean. You better go see a therapist about that imagination of yours!”
 
The little girl with the lisp grinned. “I dunno. It jutht theemed to make thenthe.”
 
Daniel cleared his throat and croaked, “Wha- … what did she …?”
 
“She said it just seemed to make sense,” Hannah quickly said. “I happen to agree with her.”
 
The bound boy disagreed, but he was afraid to say anything. Things weren’t looking good for him at the moment.
 
Samantha smiled. “Sooooo … we’re gonna play a little game. We’re gonna play ‘damsel in distress’ … with naked Danny here?”
 
“With half-naked Danny!” corrected Edith.
 
Hannah shrugged. “Hey, why not? My mom doesn’t mind, do you, Mom?”
 
Daniel looked at Hannah’s mother. To his horror she smiled at him as she gave her endorsement.
 
“Well, the idea is to show Danny how his idea of fun isn’t so much fun after all," Mrs. Wilson said. The pretty woman raised an eyebrow and showed her white teeth through her bright red lips. “Or maybe it is fun, hmmm, Danny? Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, right? Hmm?”
 
The pretty woman looked at him, then into the closet and back again.
 
“Hmmm … come here, Danny. I think this just might work.”
 
Mrs. Wilson took Daniel’s wrists and raised them up over his head, and then forced him to go on tiptoe backward into the closet. She guided helpless lad to a large coat hook on the wall and gave him a little boost, snagging the handcuffs and leaving him hanging there on his tiptoes.
 
“I don’t like this,” he whispered. “Mrs. Wilson … please … not like this ….”
 
Stretched out with his hands high above, the anxious lad felt a sense of panic fast approaching. His bare underarms, chest and belly were completely exposed and vulnerable, and it felt like the little apron he was wearing might fall away at any second. On top of all that, the itchy sensation of the wool coats and jackets felt irritating to his bare skin.
 
“My, oh, my … this works out pretty good, doesn’t it? What do you think? Comfy?”
 
Daniel couldn’t believe what was happening. He wiggled and struggled for an instant, then looked at Hannah’s mother with disbelief.
 
“Noooo …,” he whined. He took a deep breath and gathered what courage he had left. “I’m not comfy! Please let me go! LET ME GO!!! I’m telling my stepmother on you! Please, Mrs. Wilson … LET ME GO!!! You’re crazy! This isn’t right!!!”
 
“Nuh-uh uuuuh!!!” The tall woman tapped him playfully on the nose. “Don’t be ugly, now, pretty boy. You’re not in a position to be talking like that. Now, I asked you a question. Are you comfy? Do your wrists hurt? Be nice, not ugly. Not unless you want me to get ugly, too.”
 
Daniel frowned. Maybe if he cooperated Hannah’s mom would let him go. He moved around for a moment, shifting his weight left and right, back and forth. He took a deep breath, sighed and averted his eyes away from his captor.
 
“No, ma’am. I’m not hurt. I don’t guess so. Not as long as I stay on my tiptoes.”
 
“That’s what I thought. Can you get loose? Hmm? Go ahead, try. I want to see before we do anything else.”
 
Daniel thought for an instant that this was his chance. He moved around a bit, stretching and straining his young body as tall as he could make it. He thought if he could get loose he’d fib and say he couldn’t. The problem was that the hook was way too high and he couldn’t get the handcuff chain over the top; it was an impossible situation. As much as he hated to admit the truth, there was no way in the world for him to escape. A chill went down his body and a deep sense of dread came over him.
 
“Try to jump,” ordered the pretty woman. “Go ahead, see how high you can go.”
 
The bound lad tried, but already being on his tiptoes made it impossible for him to do anything but just hang there and look foolish. The large brass hook was too large and deep. If it had been one of the smaller, shallower ones he might have made it. He wiggled against it to make sure. It was tight, secure and out of range for him to do anything. He indeed was trapped.
 
“I can’t get loose,” the dejected lad said with a pout. “I’m stuck.”
 
“Perfect!” Mrs. Wilson beamed with delight as if he’d told her he’d just gotten straight A’s on his report card. She leaned over and gave him kiss on the forehead. “Now, I’m going to go next door for a while. I don’t think your mother has left just yet. You just stay right here, okay? The girls will keep an eye on you, all right? Don’t go anywhere … stay right here!”
 
Daniel blinked in disbelief as the tall woman stepped back. He wiggled against the handcuffs, desperate to pull free.  But he was stuck, and stuck he was going to stay.
 
"But ... where are you going? You're not gonna leave me like this, are you? Mrs. Wilson!  Don't leave me like this! Mrs. Wilson! Mrs. Wilson! Mrs. Wiilllsooonnn!"
 
The pretty woman nodded toward Hannah and her friends. “You know, when I was young my sister and I used to have fun playing ‘doctor’ with the little boy next door. Maybe if you’re lucky the girls here might want play a little ‘doctor’ with you, too.”
 
The youngster’s eyes were wide with fear. “Doctor?”
 
“Oh, sure. We’d check each other’s pulse and give exams. Sometimes we’d even take each other’s temperature.” Mrs. Wilson gave him a knowing smile. “I understand you like getting your temperature taken. Is that right? Hmm? Hmmm? Maybe you’d like the girls to play ‘doctor’ with you?”
 
Daniel felt his heart jump into his throat. He struggled against the handcuffs, but his tiptoes weren’t enough. “Please, Mrs. Wilson, don’t let them hurt me. I’ll do anything. Please, please call my stepmom. I want to go home. Please, let me go home. Please?”
 
“Don’t worry, lover boy. I’ll get your mother in a few minutes. She’s going to want to see this anyway. Have fun!”
 
The next thing he knew she was gone and three queer faces were peering in at him, huge smiles on their lips and their eyes alight with glee.
 
"Hel-loooooo Dan-nyyyyyy!" The mocking greeting was followed by a flurry of giggles. He felt a sick feeling in his stomach. "Watch doin'? Just HANGIN' out?"
 
The trapped boy struggled once more against his bonds, but it was no good. There was no way he was getting loose without help of some sort. He suddenly became scared, and from the looks of things he had plenty of reason.
 
Noooooooo!" he cried out in a weak voice. "Mrs. Wilson, please, don’t leave me here like this! Please? PLEASE!!! Don’t leave me here with these … these girls!!!”
 
He waited for a reply, but none came.  The only sound he could hear was the clip clop of Mrs. Wilson’s high heels fading in the distance.
 
And so, twelve year old Daniel Gilbert was stuck half-naked in his neighbor’s closet, handcuffed and hanging from a hook. Surrounding him were three very eager, very curious seventh grade girls; three whispering, giggling girls who each held a vindictive grudge against him and suddenly found themselves with a once in a lifetime opportunity.
 
This isn’t going to be good, the helpless boy thought as the menacing whispers grew louder and more sinister.
 
***
 
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Samantha. “I can’t believe it! Danny Gilbert is hanging practically naked in your closet! This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!”
 
“It’th not funny,” Edith countered. The little girl’s eyes were glazed with admiration for what she was seeing. “It’th … wonderful! Hannah, with your mom gone ... are we ... in charge? I mean, are we really ... in charge?"
 
Hannah Wilson nodded her head. "Oh, yeah. We're in charge, all right. We can do anything we want."
 
Edith licked her lips. "Really? Really really? Anything we want?"
 
The chubby teenager grinned. "Yes, really really. Anything you want. Why? Do you have something special in mind?"
 
"Weeellllll … can ... can I … can I touchth him?” The lisping girl clasped her hands together and literally begged. "Pleathe, Hannah, can I touchth him? Pleathe? You and your mom got to thpank him on the butt. Can I at leatht touchth him? Juth a little bit? Oh, pleathe oh pleathe oh pleeeeeeathe!!!???"
 
Samantha laughed. “Good grief, Edith, calm down before you have a conniption fit. Holy cow!”
 
Edith glowed with delight. She looked silly and she knew it. “Oh, pleathe, Hannah? Oh, pleathe oh pleathe oh pleeeeeeathe!!!???"
 
Hannah clucked her tongue and smiled. Things couldn’t be better. She couldn’t believe all this was happening, that she actually had Daniel Gilbert – the boy that haunted her dreams – hanging half-naked in her hall closet and that her two best friends in the world were there to witness it.
 
This is pretty fun, she thought to herself as the other two girls laughed and chattered away like little kids. We should have been doing this a long time ago.
 
“Oh, okay. Go ahead, munchkin,” Hannah finally said with an air of authority. “Touch away. Do anything you want. Spank his fat little butt if you want. Danny doesn’t mind. He’s got plenty of butt to spank, that’s for sure.”
 
“Hannah, no!” Daniel pleaded. “You can’t let her … please, don’t let her touch me! Please, Hannah … please?”
 
The chubby girl smiled. “We can do anything we want, slave boy! Remember? You’re my little slave for the rest of the school year, so I can share you with whomever I like. We can do whatever we want to you, we can even play ‘doctor’ and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
 
Hannah glanced at the worried boy in the closet. His face was pale and he looked ill. She thought about the misery he caused her family with his rumors and lies. It felt good to have this kind of power over someone else.
 
“No, don’t touch me! Please?” His voice sounded weak and whiny. “Edith, no, please. Hannah … Hannah, don’t let her touch me. Please, Hannah … don’t … let her … please?”
 
Edith looked back at Hannah, unsure of herself for a moment. The teenager rolled her eyes and nodded. “It’s all right, sweetie. He’s just being a wimpy whiner. Isn’t that right, Danny? You really don’t mind if Edith here has a little fun, do you? Say yes. Come on, say it! Don’t make me mad!"
 
“But, Hannah ….”
 
She pushed her glasses up her pimple infested nose and frowned. “Danny, either you tell Edith she can touch you, or I’ll whip your bare butt and then call your mom and tell her you said ‘fuck.’ I imagine you’ll get your fat little bottom heated up over that one, too. Heck, I might just call her and tell her anyway. She’ll probably make you stay naked the rest of your life!”
 
That did the trick, of course. Hannah knew how much Daniel feared his mother. She figured that out when she first saw him doing his chores in his birthday suit. The mere threat of telling on him was enough to get him to agree to anything. She felt warm inside as the helpless lad quickly begged for her not to call his mother.
 
"Please don't tell Delores on me! She'll kill me if she finds out I said that! Please Hannah, don't tell Delores on me! Pleeeeeeease?"
 
"Fine. Tell Edith she can do whatever she wants. You might as well 'cause I'm gonna let her anyway and still tell your mom what a turd you've been."
 
"Aw, don't cry, Danny," Edith said with genuine concern. "You don’t have to cry. I'm not going to hurt you. I jutht want to give you a little hug."
 
Hannah couldn’t blame Edith for wanting to touch their prisoner. She was mesmerized as the nearly naked lad hung helplessly before her. He was a pitiful sight with his arms stretched upward and nothing but her mom's silly little serving apron covering his modesty.  She might have felt sorry for him if he hadn’t been such a jerk to her and her mother. Instead she had to repress the urge to go over and kiss his plump, pink lips and slap his girlish bare bottom.
 
“Danny, you big crybaby, I thought I told you to do something. Tell Edith she can play. Come on, crybaby! I can’t heeeeeeeear you!”
 
She watched with extreme satisfaction as the panicked boy shook his head, then nodded and whispered something.
 
"I can't hear you!"
 
Daniel closed his eyes and nodded again.
 
"Okay ... Edith. You can ... touch … me. You can … do whatever you want …."
 
Hannah watched the hapless boy with great interest. Biting his lip, Daniel tensed up as the little girl with the frog face stepped close and reached out toward him with her small hand. She rubbed her curious fingers over his bare stomach and caressed his naked skin, causing him to squirm uncomfortably so. Edith snickered as she rubbed her hand up his chest, over his nipples and then back down his belly. He wiggled as she gave him a little tickle under his ribs and he couldn’t help but laugh … just a little.
 
"Mmmm … Edith, please, don’t do that. Hehehe … no, please ... I didn't mean to laugh.” He choked back an involuntary giggle. “It’s not … hahaha … it’s not funny.”
 
“Oh, wow … thomebody’th tickleth,” Edith said with a giggle of her own. “Neat.”
 
Hannah snorted. “Oh, yeah, he’s ‘tickleth’ all right. ‘Tickleth’ like you wouldn’t believe.”
 
The little girl grinned and ran both hands up and down the bound boy’s sides, tracing her fingertips along his ribcage and his underarms. Daniel’s reaction was as expected. He wiggled and strained and wrestled helplessly against the coat hook in a vain attempt to get free. Being on his tiptoes kept him from putting up much of a struggle against the misshapen girl’s attack.
 
“Noooohohohohoheheheheheheeeee!!! Stop it! Stohohohohooop ihihiheheheheeee! No tickle! No tickle! No tickle! Edith, no! Stop iiiiheheheheheheheeeee!!!”
 
Daniel’s vain protests only fueled Edith's enthusiasm and the small girl with the big grin dug her fingers deeper into his soft skin and tickled him as hard as she could. She ran her hands up and down his sides and along his bare legs. Hannah smirked to see her reach around and tickle his bare bottom. The look on the homely little girl’s face was one of guilty delight. At that moment she looked absolutely beautiful.
 
“Aaaaaagh! Edith! Noooohohohohoho! No tickle, no tickle … nooooo … tiiiiii- … cklllllllllllle!!!”
 
"Told ya," Hannah said. "Do it enough and he'll do anything you want. And I do mean anything. Isn't that right, slave boy?"
 
Edith looked toward Hannah, then Samantha. She then let her hands slide down the front of the bound lad’s naked legs and she tickled the insides of his thighs. She beamed with joy as he danced about on tiptoes, trying in vain to escape the unwanted touches. She increased her effort just enough to cause the panicked lad to squeal with laughter. The grin on her pug nosed face was one of delight and happiness as he begged for mercy.
 
“No, don’t touch me there! Stop iiiihehehehehehe! Edith … Hannah … make her stoohohohohohop … ihihihihiheheheheheiiiiit!!! Oh, gosh oh gosh ohgoshoshogosh … stooohohohohop ihihihihiheheheheheiiiiit!!!”
 
“Come on, Thambo,” Edith said after several minutes. “It’th your turn. Do it. Trutht me … it’th fun! He’th tho thoft and thmooth and warm … it’th better than patting a puthy cat!”
 
“Better that a pussy cat, hmm?” The skinny girl with the freckled face gave a little chuckle. “I always wanted a little pet to play with. Are you our little pet, pussy cat boy? Maybe you're just a little pussy, huh?”
 
“Thamantha!” Edith covered her mouth, she was laughing so hard. “I can’t believe you thaid that!”
 
Hannah watched as Daniel struggled against his bonds. Having caught his breath, he appeared to have regained some of his defiance. He started shouting again, his eyes wet with tears.
 
“No more touching! Samantha, don’t you dare touch me! Don’t you dare! I swear, if you touch me, I’ll get back at you! Keep your stupid hands off me! I’ll tell if you do! I’ll tell on all of you … and then I’ll get back at you!”
 
Hannah started to react, but Samantha stepped in and took over with unexpected confidence.
 
“No, let me do this. I got it.” She cast a cruel smile toward her helpless victim. “You’re gonna get me, huh, slave boy? I don’t think you’re in much of a position to get anybody. Oh, what’s the matter? Are you going to cry now, you little pussy? Hmm? How about I give you something to cry about?”
 
Hannah smiled to see Daniel’s attitude turn from defiant to defeated almost immediately. She took a deep breath and let it out. This was an amazing experience and she savored every moment of it.
 
"Please ... don't tickle me," the tearful boy pleaded. “Please?”
 
Samantha grinned. "Oh, don’t worry. I'm not a tickler, you little pussy. But you’ll probably wish I was."
 
Hannah watched her friend reach over and take Daniel's left nipple in between her thumb and fingertip. She winced in sympathy as Samantha pulled cruelly on the pink protrusion, stretching it out in a sadistic little tug of war.
 
Daniel’s reaction was predictable. He let out a sob and begged for mercy. “Oh, gosh! Please … please be careful … ooooh, noooo … pleeeeeeeeasssssse … don’t hurt me ….”
 
The frightened boy bit his lip and winced in pain as his tormentor suddenly gave the poor nipple a hard, punishing tweak.  
 
"OW!!! Ow ow o wow wow!!! Mmmmmfff! OW! Samantha … Hannah … that hurt! Oooowwwwwowowowow!!!!"
 
Samantha nodded. “Well, yeah, it’s supposed to hurt, dummy. Here, let’s see if it hurts this one, too.”
 
The helpless lad gasped in agony as she pinched his other nipple. He cried plenty loud as the vindictive girl pulled on it and twisted it and wagged it about like a dog tugging on a chew toy.
 
“Owwwwww, Samantha! Owwwowowowowow! OOOWWWW!”
 
“Don’t hurt him, Thamantha,” pleaded Edith. “Pleathe, you don’t have to be mean to him. Pleathe?”
 
Samantha sighed. “I’m not going to break your pretty little dolly, Edith. I’m just giving him a hard time, just like he and his friends give us at school. Remember that time Jennifer and her skanky friends gave you a purple nurple during gym class? Remember how they made you cry and then took your bra and tossed it up in the rafters? Pretty boy here was right in the middle of it, laughing and having a good ol’ time. Remember all that?”
 
The little misshapen girl made a pouty face. “I remember. That wathn’t fun.”
 
“I’m sure it wasn’t.” Samantha glanced at Hannah and winked. “But now we get our turn. Right, Hannah?”
 
“That’s what we’re here for,” the chubby teenager said with a thoughtful smile.
 
Hannah watched as her friend then gave Daniel Gilbert a hard tweak on both nipples at the same time. She could feel his pain but she didn’t do anything to stop it.
 
“Oooowww! OW! OW!! OOOWWWWW!!!” cried the boy. “No! Please, oh, gosh … that hurts! Ow ow ow ow wow, oh, ow! Please, don’t do that! I’m sorry, but don’t hurt me. Please? I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry … I’m soooo sorrrrreeeeeeee ….”
 
“Now who’s laughing, pussy boy? Huh? Who’s laughing now? Not so funny when it’s you, is it? Huh? Yeah, without your dumb friends you’re just a stupid pussy. No wonder you let yourself get like this. You deserve everthing you’re getting. You remember that, pussy boy!”
 
While Samantha continued her torture Hannah leaned over and whispered in Edith’s ear.
 
“Don’t worry, sweetie. Sambo’s not really hurting him. He’s just a big old crybaby. Let her be the mean one and you can be the nice one if you want. She can make him cry while you make him laugh.”
 
The little girl’s face lit up. “You mean like ‘good cop, bad cop’?”
 
Hannah smiled. “Exactly like that. Let Sambo do her thing and then you get to do yours. I bet by the time we’re done he’ll do anything you want. He’ll be afraid of Sambo and you’ll be his best friend. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To have a pretty boy like Danny Gilbert to be your best friend.”
 
“Okay, I get it.” Edith grinned. “I thtill can’t believe thith ith happening.”
 
The chubby girl shrugged. “Well, it is, so take advantage of it while you can.”
 
“Oh, I will.” The lisping girl gave her friend a little nudge. “Here, I got something for you.”
 
Hannah watched as Edith took in a deep breath and forced herself to burp. She then watched in amazement as her little friend opened her mouth; between her teeth was the little silver colored handcuff key!
 
“Edith! How the hell did you do …? I thought …?”
 
The small, frog-faced girl spit the key into her hand and held it out for Hannah to take. “It’th a magic trick. I learned how to do it back when I wath in the hothpital tho much. I read a lot of bookth back then and I had to do thomething to entertain mythelf. Pretty thweet, huh?”
 
Hannah looked at the key, then to her little friend. “Yes, it’s pretty sweet. You’re pretty sweet, too. Keep the key. You be in charge of it for a while. Have fun with it, okay?”
 
“Oh, okay.” Edith popped the key back in her mouth and swallowed it again.
 
“Hannah … I like what you thaid, about Danny being my betht friend, I mean. He really ith cute and all, but he’ll never be that.”
 
Hannah frowned. “He won’t be what?”
 
“My betht friend.” Edith grinned. “I do have a cruth on him and all, but Thambo’th right. He’th a thithead and he’s a puthy crybaby. I like playing with him – I REALLY like that! – but he’ll never ever be my betht friend. You’re my betht friend.”
 
The large girl with the pimply face rolled her eyes. For a moment she felt like kissing her odd little friend. The sound of the frightened boy brought her back to more immediate matters.
 
“Oh, shut the hell up, Edith! You crazy thing, you! Let’s have some fun!”
 
***
 
Daniel Gilbert was at his wit’s end. The events of the morning had turned him into an absolute emotional mess. First there was Mrs. Wilson and how she tricked him into those stupid handcuffs and then hung him on a hook in her closet. Then there was that ugly little frog-faced girl who liked to tickle him and touch his bare butt. And then there was the tall skinny girl with the kinky hair who pinched him and tweaked his nipples and made him cry like a little kid.
 
It was the worst Saturday morning he’d ever had in his entire life.
 
The torment by Hannah Wilson and her friends went on for the longest time, so long, in fact, that he couldn’t remember if it had been five minutes or five hours. Back and forth, first the tickling, then the pinching and poking, and then back to the tickling again. Sweaty, curious hands were everywhere, up and down his body, under his arms and neck, his belly button, his bare bottom and in between his naked thighs. His nipples were sore from being pinched and tickled; more than once somebody grabbed and squeezed his balls through his underwear. The poor lad was so weary and confused, he didn’t know which side was up and which was down.
 
At one point he thought he heard the telephone ring. Hannah – “Hannah the Hippo,” the big fat pimply faced bully who started this mess to begin with – disappeared, leaving her two minions in charge. Edith and Samantha didn’t let up in her absence. Oh, no! If anything they were like a couple of naughty children taking advantage of the babysitter turning her back, tickling and groping and pinching him with a feverish fervor, driving him to tears of pain and howls of laughter.
 
“Aaaaagh!!!! NO!!! No tickle! OWWW!!! That hurts!!! No tickle! Stop hurting me! Mmmph!!! Aaaargh!!! NOOOOOO!!! STOP!!! IT!!! NOW!!!! PLEEEHEHEASE!!! OW!!! PLEEEEEEEEASE!!! OH, GOSH … OOOWWW!!! NOOOHOHOHOOO!!!”
 
He didn’t remember when it finally stopped. What he did remember was looking up and seeing the three homely girls huddled together, whispering and arguing. Through bleary, teary eyes he blinked and tried to figure out what they were going to do next. He was hesitant as it probably wouldn’t do him much good, but he couldn’t help himself.
 
“… Now? But we’re just getting started ….”
 
“… yeah, we were having fun ….”
 
“… it’ll just be for a little while, I promise ….”
 
“… Oh, okay … we'll go ....”
 
After a few minutes the three friends turned to face him. The trembling lad bit his lip and braced himself as Hannah stepped up close, a sinister smile spread across her ugly, pimple infested face.
 
“That was my mom on the phone,” she said gleefully. “We’re going to the movies. You know, the one you were going to see with your friends? My mom got us tickets for the noon showing and you can’t go. You get to stay here. All by yourself.”
 
“You’re leaving?” The bewildered boy shook his head. “I gotta stay … here? All by … myself?”
 
“That’th what Hannah thaid, thilly boy.” Edith shook her head. “What’th the matter? Can’t you underthand good Englith?”
 
Daniel twitched as Hannah stepped in close and tugged at his waist. At first he thought she was going to start tickling him, but instead he realized she was doing something else. He felt her fingers fiddling with the apron around his waist and he gasped as it suddenly loosened. The next thing he knew she was holding the frilly thing up and waving it in front of his face like a white flag.
 
“You won’t be needing this for a while,” she said, her face and voice gloating.
 
The large girl tucked the little apron under her arm and moved in close again. This time Daniel felt her warm hands run up and down his sides, tickling him under his arms and along his bare belly. He stifled an involuntary giggle and prayed for the strength to resist any laughing.
 
Suddenly the ugly girl’s hands slid down his body on either side, her pudgy fingers slipping under the waistband of his underwear. He looked up into Hannah’s watery blue eyes, pleading for her not to do what he feared she was about to do.
 
“Please, don’t ….” he whispered.
 
His pleading was in vain, of course. Daniel closed his eyes in shame as the elastic waistband was stretched out and the back of his underpants was slowly and teasingly drug down over his bare bottom. He pressed his thighs together in a vain attempt to keep them from being pulled all the way off. He hated running around all morning with his whitey tighties pulled up into a wedgie, but at least he hadn’t been naked. Now he was faced with losing them and that set him into a panic.
 
“No, Hannah … please … noooooo ….”
 
The elastic snapped into place with a painful WHAP! and sunk into the crease under his plump buttocks. He shivered with dread as curious fingers then danced over his bare skin to the front of his body, lightly tickling his belly.
 
“No, please, don’t ….”
 
The helpless seventh grader gasped as the front of his whitey tighties were slowly dragged down over his bald pubic area, exposing his penis. Hannah stretched the elastic out and let go to snap painfully against his balls.
 
“Aaaagh! Ow, Hannaaaaaaah ….”
 
Daniel gasped in agony as the ache in his testicles took his breath away. Hurt and embarrassed, he once again pressed his thighs together as tightly as possible, but it was too late. His effort may have kept his underwear from falling any further, but it wouldn’t bring them back up. In any case Hannah didn’t seem to care either way as she left him standing there with his underpants half down. He could only imagine how foolish he looked with his privates exposed and his arms bound above him by those stupid handcuffs.
 
“Hannaaaaaaaah ….” Daniel whined, ashamed and afraid. For the umpteenth time he tried to jump up and unhook himself from the coat hook. Being on tiptoe didn’t make it easy. He quickly gave up and sighed. “Don’t leave me … like this.”
 
The trapped lad tried not to look at the other two girls, but he couldn’t stop himself. The looks on their faces were even worse that he expected. Both girls were locked in on his privates, their eyes glowing with joy and their mouths gaping wide open, irrepressible glee tugging on the corners.
 
“OH! MY! GOD!” Samantha looked from Daniel’s privates to his face to Hannah and back again. “Hannah! I can’t believe you did that! Oh, my god! We can see his wiener and balls! Oh, my god! That is so … so … so AWESOME!!!”
 
The shamed boy looked down at himself. He had to strain a bit, but there it was, his penis, small and puny, barely visible where it was drawn up into his pudgy body. It did that when it was cold or shy or – like now – he was in pain. At least it wasn’t sticking straight out with an erection. That was something to be thankful for.
 
Samantha’s rant continued. “Holy shit! Look how small it is! I mean, it’s not just small, it’s tiny! What the hell? I thought it would larger than that! I’ve seen bigger dicks on kindergarten kids!”
 
“Hey, don’t be tho mean!” Edith lisped defensively. “Danny can’t help it if it’th a teeny tiny thing. Anyway, it’th not that thmall. I happen to think it’th cute.”
 
Daniel felt sick as the dwarfish girl gave him a sweet look. “I really do think it’th cute, Danny. It’th not your fault.”
 
Hannah couldn’t stop grinning. “Okay, okay, come on, you two. We gotta get going. Say goodbye, Danny.”
 
The two other girls waved mockingly at him. He felt awful knowing that they could see him in such a humiliating state. “Goodbye, Danny!” they sang in unison as they backed away.
 
Daniel Gilbert watched with amazement as Hannah swung the closet door shut. The last thing he saw was Edith’s little frog face beaming at him, her squinty eyes smiling through her goofy glasses.
 
And then it was dark.
 
 
To be continued ….
 

 
 

   
(The End)