Marlene and the Boy Next Door Part III
By David

Copyright 2009 by David, all rights reserved

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

Samuel Oliver was not having a good day.

He'd been up since dawn and even though it was still early in the morning he was already worn to a frazzle. At the moment he was following his grandmother around the back yard, pulling a noisy little yellow wagon containing a variety of flower bulbs and seedlings to be planted in her many flower beds.

In the distance he could hear the noises of a typical Saturday morning, boys playing "war," girls skipping rope and the sound of music from a transistor radio.

The seventh grader felt like such an idiot. It wasn't just the little kid wagon he'd been put in charge of, either. The problem was that he was nearly naked. He looked down and wrinkled his nose in repulsion at the few clothes he wore, little more than a thin pink t-shirt and a pair of white cotton briefs. The t-shirt was sleeveless, with fragile string-like shoulder straps and a hem just barely long enough to cover his bottom. If that wasn't bad enough, on the front was the picture of a kitten playing with a ball of string. Beneath it were the words, "My Grandma 'hearts' me!" with a glittery red heart in the middle of the sentence.

Great, he thought in disgust. This is something a stupid little sissy girl would wear! At least the stupid thing doesn't have a Barbie doll on it!

The underwear was almost as bad. His grandmother called them "panties." He couldn't bring himself to think of them that way, but he had his doubts. The tiny garment was half the size of his regular briefs, barely big enough to cover his chubby bottom. The thin material kept riding up his crack, baring his butt cheeks. This is especially a problem for a boy who hated not wearing pants.

Right???

And then there was how the waistband had a ruffled look that Samuel didn't like at all. A label inside the waistband would clear up any confusion as to what they were, briefs or panties, but he chose not to look at it.

I don't wanna know, he told himself over and over again. I really don't wanna know!

Stupid underwear!

Topping off the fretful boy's outfit was a wide-brimmed straw sunhat and a pair of flimsy sandals. These were almost as bad as the skimpy panties and t-shirt. The sunhat was white with plastic flowers and a ribbon that tied under his chin. The sandals were similarly decorated with little yellow daisies, a far cry from the rugged athletic shoes he wore when he was with his friends.

He thought about his friends and sniffed back his runny nose. It always did that just before he started crying. Down the street came the sound of imitation machinegun fire and boyish voices yelling, "Gotcha! Gotcha! You're dead!" and "No you didn't, you missed me!" and "Cheater!"

I wish that was me, he thought solemnly. I'd rather be anywhere but here.

Samuel suddenly jumped in pained surprise. His ear burned fiercely where his grandmother had flicked it with a sharp fingernail.

"Ow! Nana, that hurt!"

"It's supposed to hurt, lazy boy," Irma Tully chided as she waddled down the stone path. "Stop your daydreaming and come with me! We've got a lot to get done today and not a minute to spare!"

The pouting boy padded along softly behind the enormous old woman, his thoughts on his misery.

It could be worse, I guess. I could still be asleep.

* * *

The truth of the matter was that Samuel Oliver hadn't slept well, despite going to bed at such a ridiculously early hour the night before. He'd fallen asleep fairly quickly thanks to the heavy dose of cough syrup and the intimate massage given him by his grandmother. But that didn't stop him from having the most bizarre and disturbing nightmare.

As with most of his dreams in recent memory, Samuel found himself naked and in strange circumstances beyond his control. In this case he remembered being in a large old house surrounded by strange little creatures from his story books and movies, odd little impish critters that teased and pinched and poked at his naked body with mischief and ill intent.

"Where am I?" the frightened boy cried. A chain was placed around his neck and the fiends to pull him toward a gigantic door. "Where are my clothes? Where are you taking me?"

"To the witch! To the witch!" the tiny creatures replied, giggling and sniggering. "Take him to the witch!"

Dozens of miniature claw-like hands pawed at Samuel, itching and scratching at his bare skin. His knees were weak and he felt dizzy. He tried to resist, pulling at the chain and falling to his knees to keep from going any further. To his amazement - and horror! - he suddenly found himself under some supernatural spell, floating mere inches off the ground. It was kind of exciting at first and he thought he could escape. He was distressed, however, to discover himself suspended just high enough for his captors to tug him helplessly along to his final destination.

"No, please! Let me go! I want my momma!" he cried desperately as he hovered in the air.

"To the witch! To the witch!" the imps all cried. "Fly him to the witch!"

The little beasts pulled the naked child like a perverse parade balloon through the dark house, through hallways and down stairwells until he was completely lost. At long last the gaggle of giggling gremlins led him before a large, pale ogre-ish character, ugly and misshapen, like a gigantic slug with lazy eyes and a hungry grin.

"The witch! The witch!" screeched the annoying voices. "Give him to the witch!"

Tiny sharp-nailed hands pushed Samuel Oliver toward the huge creature, who took charge of the chain around his neck. Emitting a deep, bellowing laugh, the massive creature pulled the naked boy close with its tentacle-like hands, pawing his pale pink skin and laughing a horrible, coughing laugh.

"Ooo-me-ha-ha-ha!" the slug-witch bellowed.

"I want to go home!" the horrified boy sobbed. He fought in vain to free himself from the beast. "I want my mother!"

The naked boy didn't understand the language, but he did figure out the intent. "Slave? No, I don't wanna be your slave! And I don't wanna stay here for ever! I wanna go home! Please, let me go! Please, oh, please, let me go home!"

The little imps tittered and laughed at his tearful plea.

"The witch! The witch!" they sang in squeaky, horrid voices. "You are the slave to the witch!"

The next thing Samuel Oliver knew, the beast's tentacles were all over him, poking and rubbing and digging around in places where no one should. The huge mouth slobbered and drooled a foul slime over the naked boy's face and neck.

"No! Please, don't eat me!" Samuel cried. He tried not to look in the slanted, reptilian eyes. "Please, don't! I want to go home! Stop it! I want my momma!"

The captive child struggled helplessly as the chain held him face to face with the beast. He felt ill as the slug-witch pressed its slimy mouth against his own. He gagged and fought to escape as the warm wetness slid down his neck and across his breast. The toothless maw nibbled and chewed on his cherry pink nipples, whetting the appetite of the monstrous molester.

"Ugh ... stop that! You're hurting me! That's nasty!"

Samuel cried out helplessly as the witch lifted him effortlessly, holding like he was a little baby in its tentacle arms. He struggled and squealed as the foul smelling mouth slid across his belly and burrowed in between his legs. The oily tongue pressed against his butt hole, triggering a reaction of panic and disgust.

"Oh, gosh, no! Not that! No, please, stop it! Not that!"

The creature moaned with gastronomic pleasure. "Nom-nom-nom ... dis iz gudt," it said, smacking its huge greasy lips and digging in for more.

"Please let me go," the boy cried weakly. "Please, don't do this to meeeee..."

"Eat him up! Eat him up!" sang the giggling imps. "The witch will eat him up!"

"Nooooooooo," cried Samuel. "Please, let me go! Don't eat me up!"

The ugly mouth slowly pulled away from the struggling boy's bottom and worked up toward his penis, leisurely licking and sucking as though it had all the time in the world.

"Mmmmmm, yum. Boi taste gudt!" The witch-slug belched and then concentrated its efforts to suck on the sensitive mushroom-shaped flesh. Samuel felt horrible as his shiny pink pearl began dripping a sticky substance.

"No, please! Not that! Not that!"

"Eat him up! Eat him up!" cheered the audience of giggling demons.

Held helpless above the ground, Samuel tried to fight loose, but his arms and legs moved slowly against the onslaught of wet lips, slimy tongues and probing tentacles. The defeated child finally forced himself to give in and allow the slug-witch to do as it wished.

"It'll be over soon," he whispered, laying back in his captor's arms. "It'll be over soon..."

The beast greedily resumed its illicit meal. The naked boy's skin felt electric, painfully ticklish under the touch of this lecherous monster. Most horrible was the eager mouth buried between his naked thighs, alternating between his puckered rosebud and his penis. It slurped and gobbled and smacked its lips with unrelenting thirst, ignoring the agony that it inflicted on the poor child's aching privates.

"Oooo-meeee-ha-ha-ha!!!" moaned the giant creature between bites. "Ou taste gudt, boi! Ah wyke ou! Ah keep ou wif me fo evah!"

Suddenly, from his head to his toes Samuel's young body arched backward in the arms of his vanquisher as a wave of indescribable pleasure seized him. A slave to his rising excitement, the trembling boy reveled momentarily in the tingling spasm that rendered him light-headed and ashamed.

"Not like this," Samuel Oliver whispered. "Nooooo ... pleeeease ... not ... not like thisssss..."

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Samuel Oliver cried out softly as he woke from his dream. The smell of lilacs filled his nostrils and he could hear a bird chirping outside the bedroom window. A peek through squinting eyes revealed the gray light of dawn.

Wow. Was that a dream?

It took the confused boy a moment to realize that his naked body was lying against the immense mass of his adopted grandmother. The cool touch of her silken gown felt strangely nice against his skin.

This isn't so bad, he thought, a smile of contentment spreading across his face.

He stretched and shivered as a light breeze through the open window raised goose bumps on his naked. Hugging the warm figure next to him, he actually giggled.

I guess it was a dream. This is actually pretty nice. I could lay here like this all day long.

Something warm brushed against his lips, accompanied by the familiar smell - - and taste - of lilac powder. Samuel opened his bleary eyes and blinked. He was bemused to see a long brown nipple barely touching his nose. One of his grandmother's mammoth breasts had somehow worked its way free of her nightclothes and was staring him directly in the face.

Something tickled his nose. Blinking and focusing his eyes, he was alarmed to see several scraggly hairs sprouting around the finger-like appendage.

Ugh! he thought. An old lady nipple! How gross! Why is it long like that? And how come it's all hairy?

Samuel struggled to turn away, but he was held tight in place, unable to move at all. The fat breast pushed forward, the nipple somehow finding his lips. He tried to speak, but all he could say was, "Mmmph!" as the grotesque thing entered his mouth.

Blinking his eyes, he looked up to see Mrs. Tully's smiling face in the dim morning light. Her toothless grin triggered a dreadful flutter in his stomach. He cringed to see her tongue lick across her bare gums.

"Good morning, baby doll," she said. "Are you hungry for breakfast? I see you found Nana's titty."

"Mmmmmph!!!" the helpless boy grunted in reply.

Samuel Oliver nodded, frustrated but submissive. He felt guilty and disgusted, sucking the old woman's breast, but he didn't know how to get out of it. The long nipple in his mouth felt strange, the wire-like hairs tickled his lips and chin. This felt so wrong. This was so wrong. But it was beyond his control.

The sound of a bird chirping outside the open window stirred the old woman. Mrs. Tully released the captive boy from her breast and lifted his chin. He relented as she kissed him lightly on his cupid's bow lips. Her breath was stale and foul.

"Did you have pleasant dreams, baby doll?"

Samuel Oliver lifted up his eyes looked up at his grandmother's ancient, bloated face and he politely smiled back. He suddenly blanched as he saw the bare gums between her worm-like lips. An image formed in his mind and he suddenly felt ill.

Oh ... my ... gosh, he thought as his head fell back on the pillow. The long brown nipple pressed against his lips and he freely opened his mouth.

I sure hope that was a dream!

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The old woman watched as her grandson reluctantly nursed at her breast, his innocent face crestfallen and pale.

"Nana's little baby doll ...suck, suck, suck, all that you want. Nana's got plenty for her pretty little boy."

Irma Tully could not have been happier. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her every move was designed to put Samuel off balance, to take him out of his comfort zone so far that controlling him was the easiest thing in the world.

"Suck, suck, suck," she sang, brushing his hair from his eyes. "Nana's pretty little boy loves sucking Nana's titty."

The old woman cast her eyes over the naked boy, enjoying the sensation of his lips on her nipple. She knew Samuel was unhappy to be in her bed, much less sucking at her breast. Just as she knew how humiliating it was for him to endure his enema treatments and being masturbated.

The poor little thing, she thought, smiling. He doesn't know which end is up. Which is how it should be.

Irma Tully had done this many times throughout her long life with many boys this age. Ever since she was a young girl, when her mother taught her how to control her brothers and cousins and keep them from getting too rowdy. It was a lot of responsibility, taking care of young boys, but she gladly took it on, honing her skills and perfecting her technique over the years. This was her art, her vocation as well as her avocation.

It was her mission in life.

After watching her grandson suckle for several minutes, the old woman shifted her body on the bed, freeing her other breast from her gown. Samuel looked up, questioning, submissive and wordless. His grandmother pulled her breast from his open mouth. He looked like a little bird waiting for a meal.

"Here, baby doll. Nana has another titty for you."

She smiled as the young boy willingly took the fresh breast to his mouth. The sensation of his plump lips, his tongue, his china-like teeth on her long brown nipple was heavenly. She had not been touched like that in a long time.

This was her reward as well as her mission. To have taken an adolescent boy in the early stages of manhood, rebellious and free-spirited, and render him down to this bewildered, teat-sucking child ready to obey her every command, there was no greater accomplishment in her mind.

"The world needs more gentle souls and more beauty," she said self-righteously. "My little Samuel is gentle and beautiful. Isn't that right, baby doll?"

Samuel Oliver didn't say a word. He was too busy sucking her breast.

As she nursed the blond cherub in her arms, Mrs. Tully thought about the succession of young males she had helped raise over the years. There were so many, some quiet, some loud, but none that she could not handle. Samuel was her favorite and with good reason. He was the culmination of her knowledge and experience. She controlled his behavior completely, from how he dressed - or didn't - what he ate, when he slept, the chores he did, how clean he kept, all the way to when he went to the toilet and what he did when he got there. With the flick of a single finger she could make him laugh or cry, just like that.

Life just didn't get much better than this, she thought smugly.

All she needed now was an apprentice. Someone who would truly appreciate what she knew and who would keep alive the tradition she had established.

This is a good thing, the old woman thought. This is too good not to pass along to the right person.

Samuel's eyes looked up at hers as he continued to nurse at her nipple. She nodded as she stroked his angelic face.

I guess it's time to do just that.

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Marlene Miller was having a wonderful day.

Curled under the covers like a little child in its mother's arms, the smiling seventh grader opened her eyes. She had to blink twice to make certain she wasn't seeing wrong.

Wow, it's still dark out. What time is it? Why am I awake?

Why in the world was she awake at five-thirty five on a Saturday?

Oh, yeah. The dream.

Marlene Miller smiled as she stretched her adolescent body and re-curled herself under the cool sheets.

That was the best dream yet, she thought, giggling. I need to dream that more often. I'm never going to get to do it in real life, but at least I get to dream about it.

She giggled again.

Maybe I can go back to it. Let's see, how did it begin ...?

Marlene closed her eyes and thought. It was all so real, so real that she could smell his breath and touch his hair. If only it could have been a real memory and not just a dream. That would be heaven...

The freckle-faced girl was lounging the sofa, sipping a glass of iced tea and reading one of her favorite books. Across from her sat an old woman, plump and jovial, doing of all things, knitting. The woman looked familiar, kind of like that nice Mrs. Tully from next door.

Interesting.

Even more interesting was the creature that sat on the floor next to the old woman. Marlene glanced over casually and smiled at the naked boy kneeling on the floor. He didn't look too happy. He didn't look too comfortable, either. In addition to kneeling on the cold hardwood floor, the nude child held his arms outward, a skein of yarn stretched between his hands. He'd been like that for hours, obediently holding the yarn as the old woman knitted and Marlene read her book.

He's rather pretty ... for a boy, the young girl thought as she sipped her tea. I think I'll ask my mother if I can have one for my birthday.

The scene faded and Marlene was standing in a huge, luxurious bathroom, just like the ultra-feminine bathroom that belonged to her Aunt Margaret. She looked around the room and marveled at all the marble and chrome fixtures, shaking her head at the myriad bottles of lotions and perfumes that decorated the countertop and shelves.

Marlene turned and saw the naked boy standing before her. His face was angelic, too pretty for a boy. She felt jealous of his beauty, especially his perfect complexion and the silky blond curls that framed his face.

Oooo, I hate him, she thought to herself. He's way too pretty to be a boy!

"Marlene, you can give him a bath," a sing-song voice softly said. "Feel free to spank him if he gives you any trouble, sweetheart. Here's the paddle if you need it."

In her hand was a large wooden object. Old but well-cared for, the antique paddle felt good in her hand. The weight, the balance were all perfect. She swung the thing back and forth a few times and smiled. It was as though she knew exactly how to use it. As if she'd done it before.

She glanced up to see a frightened look in Samuel Oliver's eyes. His eyebrows were up, his eyes shiny and wet, a submissive smile on his plump, cupid's bow lips.

Her eyes traveled downward. His soft skin looked so inviting, just begging to be touched and tickled and pinched. His nipples were swollen and pink. She touched one, marveling at its soft warmth as much as the blushing boy's restraint. He kept his hands at his sides, but he was scared to death. She liked that a lot, too.

Then there was his penis, erect, arching upward with its pink pearl peeking out from the silly little hooded foreskin. Marlene licked her lips as she reached down. She'd dreamed of this moment forever. She was dying to know, was it hard? Was it soft? What would it do if - no, make that when - she touched it.

"Don't be frightened, Samuel," the freckle-faced twelve year old said aloud. "Think how good you'll feel when I'm done..."

And that's when she woke up.

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As he followed his grandmother around the ornamental garden at the end of the lane, Samuel Oliver replayed the morning's events over and over again in his mind.

True to her old fashioned upbringing, Mrs. Tully was dressed and ready for anything when she pulled her naked grandson from bed. Cheerful and eager to start the day, she led him to the bathroom as if he was a little child.

After a quick sit on the toilet - all he could do was "pee-pee" as he was completely cleaned out by the previous night's enema treatments - his grandmother ran a warm, soapy washcloth over his face and body, paying particular attention to his penis and bottom, of course.

The dreaded pink toothbrush and cotton swab were again produced. He steeled himself against the indignity of having his "pink pearl" thoroughly scrubbed, but the tears were inevitable.

"Please be careful, Nana. Please? It hurts when you do that!"

"Shush, baby doll. Your little wee-wee looks nasty this morning. And a nasty wee-wee has to be scrubbed clean, pink and shiny."

"But it hurts, Nana. Please be careful," Samuel begged.

Through gritted teeth the distressed boy sobbed. "Nnnnoooooooo...! I don't want it cut off!"

"Then let Nana do her job!" The old woman giggled. "Why in the world you want to keep this nasty thing is beyond me. But if you're going to keep it you need to take care of it."

Samuel reluctantly watched as a thorough application of the sweet-smelling ointment completed the treatment.

"I don't like that stuff, Nana," he complained, squirming under his grandmother's touch. "It burns my... you know... my wee-wee."

"Oh, it's not that bad, baby doll." Irma Tully applied a liberal amount of the salve under his foreskin with the cotton swab. "Nana is making her little boy all nice and clean and ready for a day of fun!"

"Yes, Nana," the tearful child replied.

That stuff smells like cinnamon, he thought. Maybe that's why it burns.

He ground his teeth as the old woman spread open the slit at the tip and inserted the swab nearly an inch, expertly twirling it about and coating the insides with the irritating salve. He fought the urge to run away, wriggling and squirming his hips instead.

"Stand still, baby doll! Nana doesn't want to hurt you."

Samuel felt tears burning his eyes. "Please, Nana, don't..."

"Oh, shush, baby doll! This will only hurt for a minute. Then you'll feel all better."

"But it burns," he whimpered softly.

A no-nonsense look and the words "I can always get my hairbrush!" put an end to his complaint.

For an instant he imagined himself a prisoner of war, being tortured by his captor. An unfortunate glance in the mirror, however, betrayed that fantasy. The effeminate youth scowled at his reflection.

I'll never get to be a soldier, he lamented. I'm just a big ol' baby who gets his wiener washed by his granny!

Mrs. Tully finally finished playing with Samuel's penis and began applying baby powder and lotion to other parts of his naked body. The pink powder puff was feathery soft against his nipples, his belly and underarms. His naked bottom and genitals received special attention, of course. The ticklish boy squirmed and giggled reluctantly under his babysitter's playful touch.

"There you go, laughing and having fun again. And just a minute ago you were an old pouty puss!"

"I'm not laughing, Nana! You keep tickling me. I can't help it!"

Samuel tried not to giggle as Mrs. Tully rubbed powder over his penis. Thank goodness it hadn't reacted to all this unwanted attention. Exhausted from its nocturnal adventures and now numb from the effects of the burning salve, the poor thing hung limp in his grandmother's hand, as though it was napping.

Please, let it stay that way all day today, Samuel prayed. Maybe she'll let it alone if it behaves itself.

The huge woman then turned her attention to her grandson's blond hair, untying the girlish ponytail and brushing out his thick locks. Samuel stood patiently as she hummed a tune and played with his hair for what seemed like a lifetime. He could never understand the fascination women had with his hair. He wished he had cut it all off, but that would not come to be.

"Now, doesn't that feel better, baby doll? You have such pretty hair. Nana just can't keep her hands off of it!"

Samuel Oliver looked in the mirror and sighed. His tresses were fluffed and teased out into a feminine coiffure, parted down the middle so that it brushed his naked shoulders in the back and on the sides. His bangs playfully tickled his eyelashes in front. He was at least thankful that none of his friends back home could see him now.

"What's the matter, baby doll? Don't you like what Nana did with your pretty hair? Maybe you'd like me to do something else with it?"

The sullen boy shrugged his naked shoulders. "It's okay, I guess."

Irma Tully turned her grandson around to face the dressing mirror. Hugging him from behind, she smiled at him through the mirror.

"What do you mean, it's only okay? I think your hair is adorable! Of course, I'm just a little bit prejudiced."

The naked twelve year old nodded. "You did a good job, I suppose."

Slipping her hands around his naked chest, she gave Samuel a little tickle under his arms. The resulting giggle both surprised and mortified him.

"Nana, please," the weary boy gently protested.

"Is that all you have to say? I only did a good job?"

Samuel Oliver blinked. He knew where this was going. The old woman wanted him to show some enthusiasm about his appearance. The problem was, he was totally embarrassed walking around naked, much less having his hair put up in a girly style. It was a matter of pride that he resisted, even if it meant putting up with a little harassment.

"I said it was good, Nana. That's okay, isn't it?"

Mrs. Tully raised an eyebrow. Holding the youngster firmly in place, she gave him another tickle, this time a bit more aggressive in her delivery. The sullen boy couldn't help but yelp out loud, his involuntary laughter ringing throughout the little cottage.

"It's good! It's good!" squealed the giggling boy. "Please, Nanaaaaa, don't tickle me! I said it's good!"

"Come on, baby doll, don't be shy. Nana knows you like being pampered and loved on. You're just afraid your mean old friends will make fun of you if they find out how pretty you are when you're at Nana's house."

Samuel's grandmother gave him a kiss on the cheek. Distracted for an instant, the naked boy let down his guard. Nimble fingers expert in needlepoint and the intricacies of gardening had no trouble at all in finding his ticklish zones. In mere seconds she had him laughing and squirming in her arms, helpless in tortured merriment.

"No, Nanaaaaaaa," he pleaded helplessly. "Pleeeheeheease stop it!!!"

"Now, how does baby doll like his pretty hair? You love it, don't you? Say it. Tell me how much you love it!"

Irma Tully clucked her tongue. "I didn't ask if you liked it, baby doll. I asked if you loved it. Come on, tell Nana the truth! You love what she's done to your pretty hair. 'Fess up, or Nana will have to tickle it out of you!"

Another round of tickling set the naked boy off again. He found himself laughing so hard he thought he was going to pee. "No, Nana ... I'm ... I'm sorry. Yes! I love it! I love it! I love it! I love it a lot! I love it more than anything, I promise!"

"You love it, hmmm? How much do you love it? Do you love it more than your silly old spaceships and soldier toys? Hmmm? Hmmmmm?"

Samuel squirmed under a renewed assault, tittering and choking and laughing until he was red in the face and his eyes were wet with tears. "Pleeeeeeease, Nanaaaaaa!!! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I love it! I love it! I love it! I love it more than anything in the whole wide world!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!"

Samuel was relieved as the assault slowed enough for him to catch his breath. His relief was tempered, however, by the knowledge that he'd just agreed to something he dreaded.

"Okay, baby doll, calm down. Now, I want you to say it properly. Say, Nana, I just love my pretty hair. Thank you for making me so adorable!"

Samuel Oliver sighed. If he knew what was good for him, he was going to have to cooperate. He rolled his eyes and took another deep breath of precious air. So what if he said something stupid like he liked the way his grandmother did his hair? What did it matter? There wasn't anybody to hear him say it anyway, right?

"Nana, I just love my pretty hair." He sighed as he realized the weight of what he was saying. His face burned as the words came out of his mouth. "Thank you for making me look so adorable!"

Mrs. Tully nodded, then shook her head. "Smile, baby doll. Nana likes seeing her pretty boy smile."

The twelve year old boy resisted rolling his eyes in frustration. Instead, he smiled as big a smile as he could muster.

"Nana, I just love my pretty hair! Thank you, thank you, thank you, ever so much for making me so pretty and adorable!"

Samuel got a huge grin from his babysitter for his trouble. "Now that's more like it! You are so welcome, baby doll. How about a big kiss for your mean old Nana?"

The old woman leaned down and puckered up for her kiss. Samuel stared at the fine dark hair on her upper lip and sighed. He then stood up on his tiptoes and pressed his lips against hers. He didn't like kissing old ladies on the mouth like that, but he did as he was told. It was better than the alternative.

"Now, was that so hard, baby doll?"

The naked boy shook his head.

Samuel shook his curly head.

"Then say it. Say it properly."

"I'll do like you said..."

A playful - yet sharp - slap on his bare bottom stopped him in mid-sentence.

"WHO will do as WHOM says?"

The naked boy thought for a moment. "Baby doll ... baby doll will do like Nana says. I ... I mean ... baby doll doesn't want the hairbrush."

"That's my pretty little boy!" Mrs. Tully planted a kiss on his cheek. "You are the perfect grandchild!"

Samuel Oliver sighed.

I'm sure I am, he thought with regret.

* * *

After his morning toilet the shivering boy was led barefoot and bare bottomed downstairs and put to work setting the table for the morning meal. Breakfast consisted of a dry hardboiled egg, a small bowl of bland tasteless oatmeal and a glass of his not-so-favorite dairy product, buttermilk! He wasn't allowed to touch a bite, however, until he'd swallowed the requisite four tablespoons of castor oil.

"That's my baby doll," Mrs. Tully said as she shoved spoonful after spoonful of the nasty elixir into his open mouth. "Nana's got to keep her precious little boy nice and healthy. We'll check our poopies in a little while. If you're lucky you might even get another enema in a couple of hours! Nana knows how much you love your enemas!"

Samuel groaned. It was too early in the morning to even think about his bottom getting poked again so soon. The only good thing about any of this was that his butt cheeks had healed enough from his last paddling to sit down while he ate breakfast. That, plus he got to wear an apron while he worked in the kitchen. It wasn't much, but at least it was something!

After eating his unappetizing breakfast an aggravated Samuel Oliver was faced with dishes to wash, dry and put away. He never had to do dishes at home. Nor did he ever mop and scrub the floor with his rear end exposed, either!

"Please, Nana, can't I please wear something while I do my chores?" he pleaded.

The bare-bottomed boy was on his hands and knees scraping an invisible stain from between the floor tiles. The truth of the matter was that his grandmother's house was spotless, which made his doing chores all that much more maddening. It was just busy work, an excuse for him to do something he hated. He knew and she knew it.

And what really infuriated him was that she knew he knew it. Or he knew she knew he knew it.

Or something like that.

Another thing that infuriated him was how the old woman smiled all the time, even when she knew he was unhappy. Take the fact that he hadn't worn a pair of pants since arriving at her house. The old woman knew he hated going without pants - as many times as he'd cried over it, she had to know that! - but she insisted he go bare-bottomed as often as possible.

"But I don't like being naked all the time," Samuel complained. "If you let me put on my clothes I promise I'll be good!"

"Oh, you'll be good, baby doll. I can promise you that."

The fat babysitter shifted in her seat and took a sip from her coffee cup. She smiled as she watched her grandson cross his arms over his little apron-clad body and pout.

"Really, baby doll, you worry about the silliest things! That apron is perfect for what you're doing. Today is so warm, if you put on your clothes you'll just get all sweaty and dirty and then we'll have to do laundry. You don't want to have to do laundry on top of all of your other chores, do you?"

The old woman laughed. "Oh, you little goose! Nobody is going to care if a pretty little boy like you is running around with his bare bottom showing. It's so much healthier than wearing those tight, nasty jeans all the time. Besides, Nana loves looking at her pretty little boy. You are so cute in your bare skin, baby doll! You're so cute and touchable. Nana just loves you to death!"

The naked boy wiped away a tear of disappointment. "It's not fair!" he complained.

Samuel felt something move behind him. As he tried to turn around his grandmother grabbed him by the ankle. A broad smile on her face, the old woman deftly drug him close to where she was sitting and pulled him nearly upside down, clamping his bare foot between her knees.

"No, Nana, don't!" he cried out.

"Somebody needs some cheering up!" Mrs. Tully beamed with delight as she wiggled a single index finger over the sole of Samuel's bare foot. "We can't have Nana's pretty little baby doll being a party pooper this weekend. Nana doesn't want to see any crying. We need to have us some fun!"

The bare-bottomed boy shook his head. He hated it when she did this. He wanted to be mad, but pouting was impossible when he was giggling and laughing like an idiot.

"No, Nana, please, not my bare feet! Please, don't do it!"

It was too late. That single fingernail tracing an imaginary line across the sole of his foot was enough to turn sullen scowls and whimpering whining into peels of joyful laughter. Despite his squeals and giggles, Samuel Oliver was so unhappy and so ashamed when his adopted grandmother tickled his bare feet. In this case it was a single foot that did him in. A single foot and a single, persistent fingernail.

"Noooooo!!! Stop it! Please, Nanaaaaaaa ... oh, please, stop it!!! Nanaaaaaaa-haahahahahahahaaaaaa!!!"

"My goodness, you're making such a ruckus! Why are you laughing, baby doll? I thought you were mad at Nana?"

The old woman grinned as her grandson desperately wiggled and giggled under her spell. Her farm-bred grip was as unrelenting as her index finger tickling his foot. She latched onto him with ease, lifting him upside down as she drug that one red-painted nail repeatedly back and forth and back and forth across the sensitive skin, eliciting wave after wave of laughter and nonsensical screaming.

"What happened to my pouty little boy? All I see here is a giggly, happy little boy! Baby doll loves his Nana, doesn't he? Hmmm? Hmmm? Doesn't baby doll love his Nana?"

"Yes! Yes! I love you, Nana! I love you! I love you! I love you!"

Samuel Oliver felt completely ridiculous hanging topsy-turvy, his naked body helpless and vulnerable. He tried to complain, he fought to cry, to curse, to do anything he could to express his rage. But it was all in vain. All he could do was repeat the silly, babyish things his grandmother told him. In the end he sounded happy and joyful, squealing delightfully under his grandmother's skillful fingertip.

"I love you, Nanaaaa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! I love you! I love you! I love you!"

The tickling continued until Samuel laughed so hard he couldn't catch his breath. He was on the verge of blacking out when his ankle was released and he slumped into a molten mass of quivering flesh on the kitchen floor. As miserable as he was just seconds before, the naked boy felt elated to have survived the tickle torture. He now giggled out of relief and not torment.

"See? Nana was right, wasn't she?" Mrs. Tully stood over him, hands on her hips, eyebrow raised in that smug knowing fashion she was so well known for. "You're having a ball, I don't care what anybody says. I never heard so much laughter in my life. I don't want to hear anymore complaining for the rest of the day. Do you understand me, baby doll?"

"I know, baby doll. You're a good boy. I just want you to have a good time while you're here with Nana."

Samuel was relieved that argument was over, even though he lost. It was the same conversation he'd had - and lost - in the past. The outcome was always the same. He'd raise a fuss and either he'd get a spanking or get tickled until he agreed to do as he was told. And then he'd have to pretend he was having fun doing all the silly, embarrassing things this crazy old woman made him do. It wasn't fair and it didn't make any sense, but that's just the way it was.

Samuel Oliver tried not to cry as he resumed scrubbing the floor tile. That would only give his grandmother reason to either tickle or spank him again and he couldn't stand that.

* * *

After Samuel was done in the kitchen the apron went back on its hook and he was sent back upstairs to brush his teeth and for another sit on the toilet. Nothing went into the pot - well, except for a little "pee-pee," but his grandmother was optimistic.

The twelve year old boy nodded. Yeah, that's exactly what I don't want, he said to himself.

While he sat on the toilet Samuel Oliver tried to think of something other than what was happening to him. He thought how it was Saturday and he normally spent the morning watching cartoons and eating a whole box of cereal, sometimes with chocolate milk if his mother wasn't paying attention. If the weather was really nice he'd go ride his bike or maybe meet some friends and go exploring. And in the afternoons he might go to a movie or just laze around the house and nap.

I had it pretty good at home, the naked boy thought sadly as his grandmother carefully and thoroughly wiped the tip of his penis with a tissue. He then had to bend over and let her check his butthole, just in case. A quick poke with a finger and it was determined clean, thank goodness.

If I ever get out of this stupid place I'm never going to take things for granted again!

Before going outside, naturally, Irma Tully made certain that her grandson was properly prepared. A generous application of sunscreen was given to his entire body. From his forehead and ears to his bare toes she slathered the sticky stuff on every square inch of his young body, under his arms, around his nipples, between his butt cheeks and even over his penis and the little bag of skin underneath.

Oddly enough, Samuel was just as agitated when his grandmother put the lotion between his toes as when she did it up between his thighs. While the spot between his legs was awkward and embarrassing, his feet and toes were still extremely ticklish. His involuntary giggling was proof to his grandmother that he was having fun.

"See, I knew my baby doll liked his Nana giving him special love! You fuss and pout, but Nana knows what her little boy likes!"

"Stop, Nana, please!" the naked child squealed, embarrassed at his own childish behavior. "It's not funny! Please don't tickle me anymore! I can't help it!"

Mrs. Tully raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "Oh, stop whining. You can't fool your old Nana. Don't you fret, baby doll. I won't tell your nasty old friends your little secret. Nana loves her little baby doll and she's going to make sure you have a wonderful time when you're with her!"

"Thank you, Nana," the twelve year old boy said softly. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I love you, too."

Just as he expected, the old woman tied his curly locks into twin pigtails on either side of his head "to keep your pretty hair clean and cool, baby doll." She'd done it before and while Samuel hated how silly it made him look, he knew there wasn't anything he could do about it.

"You have the prettiest hair I've ever seen," the old woman said with a chuckle. "Any little girl would be envious of such lovely curls. It's a good thing you have your Nana to help you take care of it!"

"Yes, Nana," whispered the defeated boy. "Thank you, Nana."

Mrs. Tully couldn't leave his mouth alone, either. Samuel Oliver pouted as a waxy lip balm was put on his mouth, leaving his lips looking strangely pink.

"Here, make a kissy face for Nana. Come on, do as Nana says, unless you want a spanking this early in the morning."

The sullen boy did as he was told. Mrs. Tully beamed with pride. Leaning in close, she planted a warm wet kiss on his mouth. Samuel cringed at the taste of coffee left on his lips.

"My little baby doll is so adorable! Nana just loves taking care of you and making you look pretty! Is Nana's little baby doll having a nice time?"

The blushing boy nodded. "Yes, Nana, very nice," he said with feigned enthusiasm.

"Then say so. Go on, say it!"

Samuel fought the urge to sigh. How many times do I have to say this stuff? Why isn't once enough?

The old woman laughed. "All right, don't over do it, baby doll. Nana doesn't want her pretty boy to get too excited."

Before stepping out of the house Samuel was presented with his clothes for the day. He had a choice between two different t-shirts, the pink one with the kitten and the other white with a winged cartoon character and the words "Fairy Princess!" written out in a sparkly script. Samuel had worn both and he knew the pink one was long enough to cover his bottom. The white t-shirt barely reached his belly button and he liked to wear it inside where there was a better chance of not being seen by the neighbors.

Samuel wrinkled his nose. Well, I don't really like wearing it, he thought ruefully. It's just better than running around in my birthday suit.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, the shamed boy stood silent as the pink garment was draped over his head. He also had to endure his grandmother helping into his panties.

I don't know why she does this, he thought in frustration. I can put on my own doggone underwear!

Finally he slipped his feet into his sandals. He rolled his eyes when he saw the little daisies that decorated the straps. He'd protested them before, but to no avail.

"I don't know why you don't like your little sandals, baby doll," his grandmother said with a gloating smile. "They're your gardening shoes. That's why they have little flowers on them. We don't want you getting your little toesies all dirty, do we? Of course not! Goodness, the things you think up to complain about!"

I look like an idiot, Samuel Oliver thought as he studied his reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall. My hair looks like a girl's and my mouth looks like I'm wearing stupid lipstick! With this stupid t-shirt and no pants I look just like a stupid girl wearing a stupid dress!

He took a deep breath, let it out and turned to face his grinning babysitter.

I just hope nobody else sees me like this today. That would be the absolute worst!

* * *

Marlene Miller was having a wonderful day.

She'd slept in later than she meant and had to hurry to see her mother and aunt off for their shopping trip. After a quick shower and a shampoo she slipped on a pair of shorts and a top, stepped into her favorite sandals and ran downstairs to say good-bye.

"Last call for adventure," her mom said as she stood at the door. "You're sure you want to stay home, sweetie?"

"I'm sure, Mom. I have a lot of research to do and I'd just rather not be distracted right now."

Mrs. Miller nodded, then shrugged. "All right, then. Stay around the house, okay? I don't want anything bad to happen while I'm out with your crazy aunt."

Marlene rolled her eyes. "Mom, it's me! What could happen?"

Mother and daughter went outside where Aunt Margaret was sitting in her new sports car smoking a cigarette. Kisses and hugs were exchanged and excuses on both sides were made. At long last it was time for the adults to leave.

"Have a great time!" the seventh grader called after the two sisters as the little sports car sped away. "Take your time, ladies. I have plenty to do here around the house!"

Marlene waited until the car was out of sight before she dashed back into the house. Standing in the kitchen, she tried to think of what she should do next.

"Okay, Marlene, this is your big chance, now," she said aloud. "Don't screw it up."

The problem was, the excited girl was so flustered she forgot the plans she made the night before. She was alone and on her own for most of the day - finally! - and she couldn't think of what she was supposed to do next.

"Think, stupid!" she said to herself. "Take a minute, calm down and think!"

The truth was, she basically knew what she wanted to do. She was just a little nervous and had forgotten the details, that's all.

The bottom line was that next door was a boy she wanted to meet and an old lady she wanted to get to know better. That was the crux of it. Now she just had to figure out how to get herself invited into that house. She had it all planned out late the night before. Funny, how a silly dream and a lousy night's sleep will sometimes mess things up.

Just dreaming about it isn't enough, she fussed at herself. I want to do this for real!

She thought for a moment and listened. It was quiet next door. Maybe nothing was happening.

The freckle-faced girl thought about her dream. How crazy was that? What struck her most odd was not so much the situation she'd imagined - she'd fantasized about having a naked boy slave many times since first spying on her neighbor - but it was the intensity and realism of her dream that really excited her. She definitely remembered the smell of lilacs and soap in the air, along with the clarity in seeing Samuel Oliver close up and personal. It was like she was really there, in person and not just a vague, implausible fantasy.

It was just like I was under some sort of magic spell, the grinning girl thought. Wouldn't that be neat if it was true?

Then there was the memory of the giggling. Drifting in and out of sleep through the morning, at one point Marlene remembered hearing giggling and laughter from outside her window, as though someone next door was having too much fun. She smiled at the thought. Was that possible, having too much fun? She didn't think so. Whatever. She wondered if the giggling was a dream, too. Or maybe it came from Mrs. Tully's house.

Wouldn't that be interesting, the curly-haired girl thought to herself. What if Samuel Oliver really was giggling and laughing this morning? Would that mean he was having a good time? Is he really as miserable as he acts or it there something else going on there?

As she stood there thinking, Marlene realized time was wasting.

As she prepared a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee, the young girl replayed the events of the night before. All this thinking and all those crazy dreams left her tired, which accounted for her lateness in getting up. But her mind was focused on reconstructing everything she had seen and heard. It was all like a dream, only she knew it was real.

Oh, if only I could tell someone what all I've seen, she thought excitedly. I can't tell of my friends from school. They'd never believe it! I mean, I think they might even be jealous of me if they knew I had a naked boy to look at whenever I wanted! Besides, they'd just mess things up and I wouldn't be able to see him any more.

But who could she tell? Not her mother, that was certain. Her mom always worried about her and was always treating her like a child. She loved and respected her mom, but no, that wasn't a good idea. No doubt she'd have something negative to say about her little girl spying on naked boys.

Marlene grinned as she thought about her Aunt Margaret. Dark-headed and beautiful, her mother's sister was free and sometimes outrageous, always playful and often a co-conspirator in girlish talks and gossip. She loved her aunt and thought she would understand. But could she keep her secret, well, secret? Adults were funny. They often worried about things that they thought were dangerous or wrong, and sometimes that just made things too complicated.

No, I better not, Marlene said to herself. I'll wait. Aunt Margaret would understand, but she might tell Mom and that would be the end of my little game.

The freckle-faced girl pouted. It wasn't fair! Here she had the neatest secret in the whole wide world and nobody to share it with.

What good was that?

* * *

Samuel Oliver spent the early part of the morning working in Mrs. Tully's magnificent garden, stepping carefully along in his girlish attire and trying not to think too hard about how unhappy he was. This was obviously the old woman's pride and joy as she spent nearly all of her time working in it, morning, noon and night. He sighed. He knew very well that having someone to bully was a joy to the old woman as demonstrated by the way she bossed him around every available moment.

Samuel followed his grandmother around the garden, pulling the toy-like wagon behind him like a little child. He winced as the wagon rattled and clanked like a noisy, rusty old bell. He preferred to remain as anonymous as possible, just in case the neighbors - especially that ugly freckle-faced girl! - happened to come his way.

Please, don't let anybody see like this, he prayed. Please, oh, please, don't! I'll just die if they do!

It was warm outside, but not bad. There were shady spots all over the garden and yard, perfect for escaping the sun. Most of his time was spent standing around, watching his grandmother and handing her tools and plants as she needed them. She did most of the weeding, but she would let him rake and carry off the discards occasionally. It wasn't quite so boring with something to do.

Samuel Oliver didn't raise too much of a fuss about helping in the garden. Not any more. One fateful Saturday, just a couple of weeks before, he complained about everything, working in the garden, his silly clothes, the stupid hat, everything. The next thing he knew, he found himself with his panties down and his t-shirt up and he got a horrible paddling, right there in the middle of the flower bed.

As a reminder to "be seen and not heard," his grandmother removed his clothes and left him to weed her strawberry patch in his birthday suit.

"Since you don't appreciate what I got you to wear, you can just do without," the old woman said with a smile.

It was a horrible experience, being left in the open yard naked and exposed to the entire world like that. The truth was that he never saw anyone and to his knowledge no one saw him. Still, the experience left him feeling quite wretched and helpless. Mrs. Tully left him long enough to get sunburned on his bare bottom. And long enough for her good friend, Mrs. Haggard to see him, birthday suit, snotty nose, tears and all.

"What an excellent idea, Irma, darling," his grandmother's friend said when she saw the naked child working in the garden. "Boys without pants rarely argue about much of anything. Best yet, you won't have to do any laundry when he comes in. You just hose him off like a nasty little puppy dog and you're all done. I like it!"

Irma Tully beamed with pride. "Oh, Samuel is really a good little boy. Sometimes I just have to get his attention."

For several years Gertrude Haggard occasionally stopped by around lunchtime on Saturday for a cup of tea and to share some gossip. Since Mrs. Tully began babysitting Samuel Oliver, she never missed a visit.

"Well, I think you have a very good thing going here," the old school teacher grinned at the naked boy with evil in her eyes. "I am so tired of unruly little boys and their nasty ways. But I have to admit that there is nothing like this pretty little cherub running around in his birthday suit to make an old woman smile."

With that horrible experience in mind, Samuel Oliver was now as obedient and attentive as he could be, following his grandmother about the ornamental garden and tending to her every whim and whimsy. He was determined to make this Saturday as uneventful and untraumatic as possible. Things would not quite turn out the way he expected.

But then again, they never did at the little cottage at the end of the lane.

* * *

Marlene Miller stood at the kitchen door and stared out across the yard toward the ornamental garden next door. In the distance she could hear the sound of metal rattling and clanking like someone was banging away at an old bell.

"I wonder what that noise is?" the curious girl said aloud to herself.

She stepped out onto the back porch of her house, a cup of coffee in one hand and a pair of sunglasses in the other.

I wonder if Mrs. Tully is in the garden, she thought hopefully. Maybe she's got her grandson with her, too.

She put on her sunglasses and listened. Across the fence and behind the evergreen tree she could hear adult voices chatting and laughing. She took a sip of coffee and pondered the problem that faced her that warm spring morning.

And that's when she heard the familiar sound of rattling wheels and clanking metal.

* * *

Samuel Oliver was startled from his thoughts at the sound of someone coming through the front gate. Blushing at the memory of his dream, he felt his knees weaken and his heart race with unsettling excitement.

It's that crazy old Mr. McGillacuddy, he thought to himself. Oh, poop! I don't want him to see me like this again. Last time he looked at me all weird and stuff and he kept patting me on the head and touching my butt!

Yech!!!

This time, however, the twelve year old miraculously escaped the old man's attention by being in the right place at the right time. Samuel was disposing of a wagon load of discarded weeds in Mrs. Tully's compost heap at the back of the yard when he heard the front gate slam shut.

Peeking around the corner of the garden shed, the anxious boy watched as his grandmother chatted with a strange man in coveralls. It was Mr. McGillacuddy, all right. He was just as ugly and crude-looking as he remembered. In the man's hands was a large wooden tray of seedlings and planting paraphernalia. His face was rough and his manner in accordance with his appearance. Mrs. Tully seemed to enjoy his conversation nonetheless. The two laughed and chatted for several minutes before the old lady turned toward where Samuel stood and called his name.

Samuel Oliver looked down at his body. He felt practically naked. All he had on was his white cotton briefs and that skimpy girly pink t-shirt. He thought about the lecherous grins and roaming hands and he winced.

There's no way I'm letting him see me looking like this! Dirty old man! He probably thinks I'm a stupid girl or something, the way he acts!

Crouching down behind a rose bush, the young boy clenched his eyes shut tight and pretended not to hear as Irma Tully called out his name again and again.

* * *

Strolling casually to the edge of the porch, Marlene Miller saw what appeared to be a small blond girl in a short pink sundress and a huge straw hat several yards away in the garden next door. The pretty girl was pulling a little yellow wagon, just like a little child might do. Marlene bit her lip as she realized what she was seeing.

Oh, my goodness ... it's ... that's not a girl! That's Mrs. Tully's grandson!

Oh, my god! That cute thing is Samuel Oliver? Holy cow!

The excited girl eased open the screen door and passed through, careful not to let it slam shut. She then slowly made her way toward the fence that linked the two properties together. Concentrating on her every step, she moved strategically across the yard, casually lining herself up with first the old maple tree, then the juniper bush, and then Mrs. Tully's old shed. In a matter of minutes she was practically standing next to the unsuspecting child, looking at him across the picket fence.

That's him, Marlene thought to herself. That pretty girl really is Mrs. Tully's grandson!

Up close the curious girl was able to confirm her earlier observations. Her eyes ran up and down his body and she couldn't help but sigh. What she thought was a dress turned out to be a juvenile-looking t-shirt with - of all things! - a kitten embroidered on the front. She caught a glimpse of something white peeking from under the hem and she wondered what he wore underneath.

Marlene Miller grimaced as she thought about her own coarsely curled hair and the freckles on her face and how they contrasted with Samuel's soft blond locks and flawless features. Almost as an afterthought she licked her teeth and felt the metal braces in her mouth. She squinted at the effeminate boy and found herself admiring his plump lips and china-perfect teeth.

Marlene almost jumped out of her shoes, but she kept her cool. She watched the feminine child across the fence crouch down and squeeze his eyes shut tight.

The freckle-faced girl smiled.

I get it now, she said to herself. He's hiding from his grandmother. He doesn't want to be seen by her or that old man. No wonder, dressed in pink like that and with that goofy old lady's hat, who can blame him?

She thought for a moment, then grinned.

If he'd hate being seen by an old man, I bet he'd really hate being seen by a girl! I wonder what would happen if I went over there?

Marlene's mind was going a thousand miles an hour. It was like a puzzle that suddenly made sense and she saw how all the pieces went together.

Wow. This is going to be easier than I thought! I know exactly what I need to do!

She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. She then stepped closer to the fence and tried to look as grown up as possible.

"Hello, there!" Marlene felt her face burn as she called out loudly to the startled boy. "I don't meant to butt in, but I think your granny is calling you."

The pretty blond boy looked up, his expression one of total shock. With a mixture of fear and anger in his watery blue eyes, he started to say something but Mrs. Tully interrupted, calling out his name.

"Samuel Oliver! Are you hiding from me? You better not, young man! You get your pretty little butt over here right now!"

Marlene Miller smiled. She had set things into motion.

This is going to be a wonderful day!

* * *

Samuel Oliver was not having a good day.

The shamed boy was standing before his grandmother, hands by his side, listening patiently as she scolded and berated him in front of her curious audience.

"Honestly, child, I do not know what has come over you! That was a rude thing you did, hiding from us like that! All Nana wanted to do was show off her pretty little baby doll to nice old Mr. McGillacuddy. Why did you hide from your Nana? I cannot believe you did that!"

Standing within arm's reach was the rough hewn delivery man, a leering grin on his face, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. Mr. McGillacuddy looked Samuel up and down like a piece of meat in a butcher shop. The young boy felt asinine in his pink and white garden outfit. His curly hair was in pigtails, his shoulders and neck were left bare by the skimpy t-shirt and his smooth legs were naked all the way up to his pantied bottom. No doubt the man would laugh and snort and tell his friends all about Mrs. Tully's little sissy grandson.

"I've never seen the like," Samuel imagined the old man saying back at his shop. "Mrs. Tulley is a nice old lady, but her grandson looks just like a little girl, running around in panties and no pants. He probably wears dresses and plays with dolls, too. He's the biggest sissy I've even seen! I bet he's one of those funny boys!"

Samuel felt ill as he tried to picture the old man having fun at his expense. But as embarrassed as he was to be seen by the rough Mr. McGillacuddy, Samuel had even greater concern about the other person watching him.

Across the picket fence, just a few feet away, was that ugly freckle-faced girl from next door. Clad in knee-length jeans and a plaid top, her eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, her smiling mouth barely concealed by a coffee cup.

She looks older than I remember, the nervous boy thought. I wonder if she's in junior high? Oh, gosh, I hope she doesn't know any of my friends! Please, oh, please don't let that be true!

In contrast to Samuel Oliver's bashful demeanor, Marlene Miller was brimming with confidence. She studied the fidgety boy as he played with the hem of his feminine t-shirt and swayed from left to right and back again. He was clearly anxious about something. Maybe she could help him with that.

"So, is this your granddaughter, Mrs. Tulley?" the smirking girl asked. "I thought you had a grandson instead."

Samuel looked at Marlene Miller like he wanted to kill her. The curly haired girl just smiled, her metal braces gleaming in the morning sun.

The old woman looked at Mr. McGillacuddy and bust out laughing. "Lord, child, no! Samuel's not a girl! He's my precious little grandson! Samuel Oliver, say hello to Miss Marlene Miller. You already know Mr. McGillacuddy, of course. Miss Marlene is our next door neighbor, baby doll. Don't be rude, please."

Prompted by his grandmother, the self-conscious boy stepped forward and shook hands first with the old man and then the young girl. Mr. McGillaCuddy's gigantic hand swallowed up his own smaller one, engulfing his tender fingers in callused claws. The old man squeezed his hand hard enough to cause a sharp twinge of pain. Even more disconcerting was the look the old man gave him as he touched Samuel on top of the head.

The ancient eyes laughed at Samuel, scaring him with their piercing darkness. The rough hand slid down his back and patted the boy's plump bottom. His knees went weak with fear under the adult's knowing gaze and strategic touching.

Shaking hands with Marlene Miller was a different matter. First off, Samuel had to reach over the fence, which required him to literally tiptoe through his grandmother's tulips. Raising his arms over the fence put him at another disadvantage as his t-shirt rode up past his waist, exposing his white briefs for everyone to see.

Someone whistled. Samuel glanced over to see Mr. McGillacuddy, mocking smile. He turned back to see Marlene staring at his exposed butt and beaming with glee.

"Nice panties," she said with a giggle.

This is stupid, the aggravated child thought to himself. Why does this kind of stuff always happen to me?

The real surprise, however, came in actually shaking hands with the girl in the sunglasses. Her hand was warm and soft, very girl-like, thank goodness. Not at all like the old man's rock-like roughness. What caught Samuel off guard was how she grasped his hand, holding it firmly in her own, as though she was the grown up and he was the child. The fact that she held on so long was very intimidating, to say the least.

"Nice to meet you, 'Samantha'," Marlene Miller said with a smirk. "I've seen you around the past few weeks. It's good to finally get to talk to you."

Samuel Oliver blinked. Did this girl just call him ... "Samantha"?

"My named isn't 'Samantha,'" the youngster said bitterly. "It's 'Samuel'! And I'm not a girl, I'm a boy!"

"I'm sorry. You're wearing such girly clothes, it's just kind of hard to tell." Marlene finally let go of the effeminate boy's hand. She grinned at his clumsy attempt to pull his t-shirt down over his exposed bottom. "I thought maybe you wanted people to think you weren't a boy. You're doing a great job with that. I was just playing along, that's all."

The twelve year old girl giggled girlishly at her little joke. The two adults laughed as well. Mrs. Tully nodded and winked her approval.

"Well, that is certainly understandable, Miss Marlene. My little baby doll is the prettiest child in the whole world and he just loves dressing up in pretty colors and comfortable clothes. Of course, being his grandmother, I'm just a little bit prejudiced."

Samuel Oliver was not amused. He'd been afraid something like this would happen and he didn't like it one bit!

"Nana, she shouldn't be here!" complained the angry boy. "I don't like her staring at me like that!"

"Hey, now, li'l feller," Old Man McGillacuddy said, his voice raspy but firm. "There's no call for that kind o' talk! The young lady was jus' havin' a bit o' fun!"

"She's not a pretty girl," the embarrassed boy retorted. "She's ugly and she's stupid! Plus she's a big ol' tattle tale! I just wish she'd mind her own business! I'm going inside so she can't see me!"

Before either Mr. McGillacuddy or Marlene Miller could react Mrs. Tully made her move. Quick as a mongoose attacking a snake, the old woman grabbed her grandson by the scruff of the neck and proceeded to slap his bare legs with her hand. As soon as the boy screamed out, she then reached under his t-shirt, yanked his scanty briefs down about his knees and resumed slapping at his legs.

To her delight Marlene was suddenly treated to a close up view of the very same bare bottom she'd been spying on at a distance for the past two months. Better yet, the fragile t-shirt somehow found its way up above his slender waist, rending the yelping boy practically naked to anyone and everyone who bothered to look.

Oh, my goodness, she thought as she licked her lips and giggled. I wasn't expecting this!

With a grace born of expertise, the rotund Mrs. Tully bent Samuel Oliver over at the waist, locking him helplessly against her muscular hip. The squirming boy flopped around like a half-naked rag doll in the hands of the old woman. With practiced ease and surprising grace she applied a dozen ferocious slaps on each cheek, leaving a red hand print for every blow.

Samuel squealed out in surprise and pain. The redness contrasted with his tender, pale skin, each handprint a sign of the fire that permeated his senses and caused him a regretful amount of agony.

The spanking went on for several minutes, but neither Mr. McGillacuddy nor Marlene Miller interfered. Both, in fact, were fascinated by the sight of the naked boy's beating. Adult and child alike savored their closeness to the punishment, taking in every sight and sound and indelibly imprinting it in their memory.

When it was all over Mrs. Tully grabbed one of her grandson's pigtails and forced him upright to a standing position. She then drug him before her two guests. The sobbing boy stood obediently with his hands by his side, his face wet and flushed and his breathing erratic. He felt vulnerable with his t-shirt up about his belly and his tiny white briefs down about his knees. His bottom burned something awful and his withered penis was exposed to these awful strangers. With so many eyes on his unfortunate condition, he could only sob and cry in utter humiliation.

Marlene tried not to stare at the mortified boy's privates, but she couldn't help it. It took her a moment to realize that her sunglasses concealed her eyes and most probably made her look even more intimidating. Armed with this revelation, she focused on the thing that she found most fascinating.

His penis is barely larger than my little finger, she thought in wonder. That's disappointing. I thought it would be a lot bigger.

She winced as a particularly loud SLAP! on Samuel's bare bottom hurt her ears.

Oh, well, not worry, she thought, watching the little organ bounce up and down. The best part is that I'm so close I could reach down and touch it if I really wanted. Just like in my dream.

For the remainder of the spanking the eager girl tried putting herself in Samuel's position. She pictured herself being stripped naked and beaten in front of total strangers and her face burned with pleasure as she imagined the shame the poor boy must have felt at that particular instant.

I would just die if I had to stand in front of a couple of strangers naked! That would be the absolute worst thing that could ever happen to me.

Marlene's smile grew as she pondered the hopeless look on Samuel's face.

I wonder if he knows just how lucky he is?

* * *

Unnoticed by Marlene, Mr. McGillacuddy shared many of her same thoughts and then some. The old delivery man's squinty eyes soaked in Samuel's exposed body, admiring the feminine beauty of the helpless boy. He savored the pale, flawless skin, the plump, inviting butt, the vulnerable belly and the tiny frightened penis. He allowed himself a moment to think what he would do with such a prize in the privacy of his cellar.

A good old fashioned spanking would be a good start and perhaps a taste of the old twig and berries, he thought. I might have to take a poke at that fat little butt, too. It felt a lot nicer than any girl's. It would be just the thing to chew on after a few shots of gin.

The old man raised his gaze up toward the sobbing child's plump face and he licked his tobacco-stained lips. He felt an ancient stirring under his unwashed coveralls.

The little bugger has the cutest little mouth, come to think of it, he said to himself. He shifted his hips to allow for his growing erection. Lips like that would give a man reason to come home after work.

Old feelings sparked a long forgotten flame and Hugo McGillacuddy laughed. He would have to relieve himself soon, or else risk staining his work clothes.

* * *

"Samuel Oliver, I am so ashamed of you! You have almost ruined a perfectly pleasant morning!" Irma Tully released her grip on the crying boy's curly pigtail and pushed him before her two visitors. "Mr. McGillacuddy, Miss Marlene, I am so sorry you had to see that. My little baby doll is usually such a gentle, polite little thing. I don't know what to say."

The delivery man snorted and spit, he was laughing so hard. "Why, you don't owe us an apology, Miz Irma. You did what you had to do. If my grandchild acted like that, I'd have given him a lot worse! A lot worse than you ladies would like to see, no doubt."

Samuel glanced up to see Mr. McGillacuddy looking down at him. The old eyes glistened and the wolf-like mouth formed a hungry smile. For some reason he thought about the little gremlins in his dream, which triggered the shamed boy to imagine himself alone with the rough man. In a sudden moment of clarity he tried to cover his nakedness with his hands, but his grandmother would have none of that.

The frightened youngster turned and clung to his grandmother's skirt. "Please, Nana, let me go! I'll be good! I promise!"

Mrs. Tully pushed him away and spun him back around to face her guests. "Oh, you'll be good, all right, baby doll! You'll stand right here and make your apologies and then you'll get your punishment when we go inside."

Samuel froze as he realized what his grandmother just said. More punishment? Oh, please, isn't this punishment enough...?

* * *

Despite her excitement Marlene Miller was calm and thoughtful as she watched with great interest the drama before her. She held her coffee cup just as she did when sitting with her mother and aunt after supper, doing her best to be an adult. Only in this case, rather than discussing the lack of good men in the world and "Oh, did you hear about that sale on shoes downtown?" the excited girl was having the experience of a lifetime.

Samuel Oliver - whom Marlene had just moments before christened "Samantha" - was standing just a couple of feet away, his face wet with tears, his voice a mere whisper as he whined about something. The awe-struck girl had no idea what he was saying. She was too distracted by the whimpering boy's nakedness.

Marlene had to smile at her own enthusiasm. She just couldn't take her eyes off Samuel's smooth pink belly, the tiny shriveled penis and that queer little bag of skin beneath. It was like a dream come to life, too good to be true. Her face and ears burned hot and her mouth went dry as she thought about reaching out and touching something the soft naked skin in front of her.

This is the best thing in the whole wide world, Marlene said to herself. I can't believe I'm actually here! So close ... I'm so close...

Mrs. Tully's sing-song voice suddenly woke the seventh grade sleuth from her thoughts.

"That's better, baby doll. Now, don't you feel better now that you've apologized to our friends?"

Samuel Oliver still clung to his grandmother's skirts, just like a little child. "I guess, Nana," the blushing boy whispered shyly. "Can I please go inside now?"

"May I please go inside," the old woman prompted.

Samuel nodded. "May I please go inside now, Nana? Please?"

"Don't be rude, please!" The old woman smiled at Marlene. "We're not done talking yet. So be a good boy and hold onto your panties."

Somehow the young girl was able to keep from laughing out loud as she caught the irony of her neighbor's little joke. Behind her sunglasses her eyes were wide and dilated, soaking in every detail of everything that happened before her.

After another round of apologies by the boy with the white briefs down around his knees, Mrs. Tully clucked her tongue.

Marlene could tell by the uneasy look on Samuel's face that he was not at all happy giving up his top. Still, the mortified boy did as he was told. He stood silently as the old woman grabbed the shirt by the hem and pulled it over his head. In a second the youth was stripped naked, losing the old lady sunhat in the process. He looked rather comical standing with his underpants tangled around his knees.

"You silly thing," Mrs. Tully said with a chuckle. "Pull your panties up and put your hat back on. Nobody wants to see your little worm! That cute butt, maybe, but definitely not that useless little thing dangling between your legs. I swear, sometimes that poor boy doesn't have a lick of sense."

"But he sure is cute," Marlene Miller said matter-of-factly.

The old woman considered the young girl's response and nodded. "Cute? Oh, yes, he certainly is cute. There's no denying that."

Marlene watched with great intensity as Samuel pulled up his underwear. She was pleasantly surprised to see that they were indeed panties, a little small, perhaps, but panties nonetheless. She'd never thought about putting a boy in panties before, but she liked what she saw. She liked it a lot.

"And put your hat back on, too, babydoll. Nana doesn't want her little boy getting sunburned."

For a moment Samuel Oliver just stood there, looking around, confused and stressed. Between getting his bottom spanked and people seeing him with no pants, the shaken child was so embarrassed, he couldn't think straight.

"Where is it? I can't find it, Nana. I can't find my hat!"

"Calm down, I've got it," Marlene said calmly. "Don't get all upset, 'Samantha.'"

It turned out that the flowery sunhat had blown over the fence in the Miller's yard. Marlene retrieved it and held it out to him.

"Here you go, 'Samantha,'" she said without smiling. "There's no need to cry now."

Marlene could tell Samuel wanted to say something ugly back at her, to yell at her for calling him that silly girl's name. Emboldened by a nod from Mrs. Tully, the seventh grade girl stood her ground long enough for him to lower his eyes in submission.

"Do you need help tying it under your chin or can you do that yourself?"

The blushing boy stuck his lower lip out but didn't say anything. Marlene grinned. Oh, sure, it was a mean thing to say and she knew that. She'd never done something like that before in her life. Before this day she would have never even thought about saying something intended to make someone cry. But, well, this just seemed right. Like she was meant to do it.

Wow, I think he really is about to cry, the curly haired girl thought to herself. I almost made a boy cry. That's amazing!

She watched as Samuel fiddled with his hat, only to get his hand slapped by his grandmother. Mrs. Tully fumed and fussed as she tied the little bow and adjusted the outlandish hat on his head.

"I swear, child, can't you do anything right? Let Nana do it for you! I guess Nana is going to have to wipe your bottom for you, too, hmmm? Hmmmm?"

The curly haired girl giggled, then sighed. This is really fun. It's so much fun, I'm going to do it again. I'm going make him cry before the day is done!

Calm as she was on the outside, Marlene Miller's brain was going a million miles a second. Out of the jumble of thoughts and images and memories that flashed through her mind, only one thing was certain and clear.

This is, indeed, the best day ever!

* * *

Mr. McGillacuddy couldn't take it any more. Watching this pretty boy laid bare and receive his punishment was wonderful enough. Now to see that sweet little thing parade around in hardly more than a spot of cotton and lace covering that tasty butt, well, the old man finally had to excuse himself. He was so hard and his balls were so full, if he didn't leave soon he would soil himself. And that would be difficult to explain.

"It's been a pleasure, Miz Tully," the old man said sincerely. "I'm goin' to have to stop by more often. Enjoy your flowers."

"Any time, Mr. McGillacuddy," replied Samuel's grandmother. "Maybe next time you can stay for lunch!"

"Maybe I will," Mr. McGillacuddy said sincerely.

Samuel shivered as the delivery man turned in his direction. The curly headed boy watched helplessly as his small delicate hand was engulfed in the huge leathery one and given a long, firm squeeze. The handshake was accompanied by a wink and a grin. For an instant the old lips formed an "o" shape.

Samuel's eyes widened as he realized what he'd just seen.

I hope that doesn't mean what I think, he worried. Did that old man just blow me - yuck! - a kiss? Ugh! That isn't right...

* * *

Marlene was so glad she'd worn her sunglasses. That way she could listen while Mrs. Tully spoke and still keep her eyes on the cute boy clinging to the old lady's dress.

"... and I am so sorry you and that nice Mr. McGillacuddy had to see Samuel's bare bottom like that, sweetheart. I hope you understand that I had to spank him on the spot like that. Mr. McGillacuddy has seen that kind of thing before, I'm sure. On the other hand, I know how offensive little boys' parts can be to pretty young girls like yourself."

Irma Tully raised an eyebrow and nodded. She grabbed the quiet boy by the shoulders and gave his waistband a playful tug.

"See, baby doll! You've got nothing to worry about. Miss Marlene is studying to be a doctor, so it's all right if Nana pulls your panties down and shows off your bare bottom.

"Nana, please!" Samuel Oliver fussed.

The shamed boy pulled his panties up as high as they would go. Which is to say not very high at all. The back of the panties were pulled up into his crack, leaving his bottom practically bare. The little bit of material covering his front wasn't doing a very good job, either.

"She's not an adult!" he said hoarsely. "She's not supposed to see me like this!"

"Honestly, darling, I just do not understand all this modesty. Just this morning you were running around in your birthday suit and giggling and laughing and having the time of your life! Now you're acting like you're ashamed to be around your poor old Nana. I swear to goodness!"

Samuel didn't say anything. He just stood there and stared at the ground in disgrace. There was nothing he could say to make things better. Best to keep his mouth shut.

The pause in the conversation suddenly became evident. Marlene feared for a moment the excitement of the day was over.

Not now! she thought fretfully. I'm not done yet! Quick, Marlene, think of something, do anything, before they go inside! Hurry, you stupid girl, do something!!!

The freckle-faced girl was about to say something - she wasn't sure exactly what, of course - when the sound of a ringing phone came from Mrs. Tully's kitchen.

"Oh, bother!" The old woman looked at her grandson, then at her young neighbor. "Sweetheart, would you mind watching Samuel for me while I take this call? I'm expecting company in a little while and this might be important. It won't be just a minute, I promise."

Marlene shrugged her shoulders and nodded as if to say "Sure, why not." It was all an act, of course. Inside she was as excited as she'd ever been in her life.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You're a lifesaver." The fat woman's eyes twinkled. "You be a good 'girl' for Miss Marlene, 'Samantha.' Nana will be right back."

The old woman waddled toward the house tittering happily. "'Samantha.' How cute. I wish I'd thought of that."

Once Mrs. Tully was out of sight, Samuel Oliver turned around, his eyes avoiding Marlene's smug face. Nobody said anything for about a minute. That can be a long time if you're in your underwear in front of a strange girl your own age. Samuel was somewhere between scared, ashamed and frustrated. A little bit of anger was probably in there somewhere, but he was too vulnerable to be mad. Scared was probably the best way to describe his feelings.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" he said sullenly. He dared a brief glance at the dark haired girl and then looked away.

Marlene stood staring at Samuel for the longest time. Looking at a cute boy wearing basically little more than panties was not the most unpleasant thing she'd ever had to do. She could have done it all day, but she wanted to make the best of the time she had at that moment.

When she finally did speak, she surprised herself with her confidence and delivery. It was as though she'd matured a whole five years in as many minutes.

"You better be a good girl, 'Samantha.' Your Nana will spank that cute little bottom if you don't behave yourself!"

Samuel was stunned! Who was this girl? Where did she come from, talking to him like that? What the heck was going on???

"Why don't you just go away!" the blond boy retorted. "You caused me a lot of trouble! Go away and leave me alone!"

The curly haired girl shrugged.

"My, oh, my, but such rude talk from such a pretty little boy," she said, smiling. "You owe me an apology, 'Samantha.' Apologize, or else you'll be sorry, 'Samantha.'"

Marlene smiled. "Okay, that's fine, 'Samantha.' I'll give you that one. Now, think before you say anything else. You can either apologize to me, or I'll have you make you wish you had... 'Samantha.'"

The blond boy stared at her with an incredulous expression on his face. He looked around, specifically toward his grandmother's house, and then back at the girl on the other side of the fence.

"You can't do anything to me," he said, his voice filled with false confidence. "You better not do anything to me. My Nan- ... my grandmother will hear you. Why don't you just go to hell!"

"You're telling me to go to hell?" The grinning girl actually seemed happy. "That's pretty good for a boy wearing nothing but a pair of little sissy-girl panties."

Marlene laughed. "Oh, yeah. Right. That 'bathing suit' looks just like panties to me. Panty boy! SISSY boy!"

Anger replaced shame and Samuel gritted his teeth. "I am not a sissy! You better stop calling me names! I'll get you if you don't!"

"Oh, really, panty boy? You're gonna get me? You better be careful, 'baby doll,' or I'll get you! I can get you in all sorts of trouble with just a couple of words. I'll do it. And when I do, I'm going to laugh and laugh and laugh! It's going to be great, 'Samantha'!"

Samuel was so mad, he actually thought about violence. "You're a mean bitch," he said, his voice hoarse and wavering. "Just go away!"

Samuel Oliver almost had a heart attack! He stared at the curly haired girl in horror! It was as though a light went on in his head. A series of events flashed through his mind and he realized he was in for a world of hurt, all because of this stupid, ugly faced girl.

"No, wait..."

The flustered boy tried to shush her. "Wait, please, don't say anything! Don't tell her that! She'll ... she'll ... Oh, please, I'm sorry ... I'll ... I'll apologize..."

The screen door creaked, announcing the return of Samuel's grandmother.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, did you say something? I was on the phone and couldn't hear you."

Marlene looked right at Samuel Oliver and smiled. "I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs. Tully. But we have a problem."

She paused, looked right at Samuel, and raised an eyebrow. The pleading expression in his eyes was so adorable.

"Well, what is the problem, sweetheart?" The old woman looked at Samuel with suspicion. The half-naked child suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom.

Marlene shrugged. "I just wanted to ask if it was all right if I came over to your side of the fence while I watched 'Samantha.' The sun is getting hot and my mother doesn't want me getting burned. Do you mind?"

Irma Tully laughed. "I am so sorry, Marlene. Why, you come over here right now and get out of that sun! It is getting pretty warm, isn't it? I'll tell you what, why don't you come with me and get you two something to drink. I have to return a phone call and you would be doing me such a huge favor if you'd watch my little baby doll while I'm inside!"

Samuel stared in amazement as the grinning girl walked around the fence and through the side gate. Where the picket fence once kept him safe, this stranger was now in his danger zone. The freckle-faced girl practically skipped along the path, giving him a practiced smirk as she passed him by and joined the fat old woman on the porch.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me, he thought sadly as the two females went inside, chattering and giggling like two magpies. This is not going to be a good day.

Mrs. Tully paused just long enough to give him another order.

"Baby doll, we're not going to have time to plant those flowers Mr. McGillacuddy brought today. Why don't you get your little watering can and do Nana a favor by making sure they all get plenty of water. Miss Marlene will be out in a minute with something refreshing for you to drink."

* * *

Samuel Oliver was not having a good day.

It seemed like hours since his grandmother and that pesky girl from next door left him outside to work. Just as ordered, he watered all the plants delivered by the lecherous Mr. McGillacuddy - ugh! - but no Nana. He stood around and pouted for a little while, fuming because he was left alone outside and all he had on were his skimpy white panties. Just a couple of houses away he could hear children's voices. It sounded like someone was starting up a ball game. Samuel bit his lip and wished he could be with them. Then he looked down and decided that wasn't such a good idea.

Finally, out of boredom he picked up his garden watering can and studied the festive flowers and fairies painted in the design.

I hate this girly fairy garden stuff, he thought. It's like Mrs. Tully is trying to make me into the world's biggest sissy.

Samuel was near tears as he gave the young plants another drenching. It took forever because of the ridiculous capacity of the small can, but at least it killed some time. Finished with his chores, he looked toward the house.

Still no Nana.

After the third watering neither his grandmother nor the little girl had returned. He shouldn't have been surprised. His Nana often left him alone in the most uncomfortable circumstances, sometimes so long he thought for sure she'd forgotten him. It was even worse when she was with one of her stupid friends. He would listen to them chatter and gossip for an entire afternoon, and he'd be stuck standing in the corner or sitting on a stool, sometimes in his birthday suit, miserable and feeling abandoned by the entire world.

In such situations Samuel suffered mixed emotions. He always dreaded the ultimate return of his grandmother, but at the same time he prayed for it, anything to end the tedium and boredom of being alone. And no matter how badly she treated him, no matter how humiliating his circumstances, he would smile and be grateful to see her smiling face and let himself be buried in her ample bosom.

On this day Irma Tully - Nana - never came. Instead, when the porch screen door creaked open and then slammed shut, Samuel Oliver was shocked to see the girl from next door coming down the steps.

What the ...? Why is she still here???

Samuel looked up to see a grinning Marlene Miller walking toward him. He looked around but saw no sign of his babysitter. This couldn't be good.

"Nice watering can," Marlene said with a provocative smirk on her face. "The little garden fairies suit you perfectly, sissy boy."

The seventh grade boy looked at the little pink watering can in his hand and sighed.

I forgot about this stupid thing, he lamented. That stupid girl must think I'm the biggest baby in the world!

"It ... it's not mine," he stammered. "It, um, belongs to my Nan- ... my grandmother."

"Oh, doubt that it belongs to your Nana. It looks more like something that belongs to a certain fairy boy I know. Here, take your bottle."

Marlene held a drink in each hand. One was a tall glass of lemonade, filled with hand crushed ice and topped off with a strawberry picked fresh from Mrs. Tully's garden. In the other was a baby bottle, yellow translucent plastic with a white ring around a dark amber nipple. The liquid inside was dark and insidious looking.

"It's prune juice," the giggling girl announced. "Your grandmother said it's for your 'poopies,' whatever that means."

Samuel Oliver felt the pit of his stomach churn. He knew all about prune juice and what it was for. He'd been drinking the cursed stuff ever since he'd been coming to visit his "grandmother." What he didn't know was why this prissy, skinny little girl was allowed to come into his life and make him even more miserable that he was before.

Marlene handed the baby bottle to the blushing boy. "Your Nana said for you to drink it all. I don't think you have to worry about spilling it."

"I hate you," the forlorn boy whispered.

Samuel wrinkled his brow as he tried to digest what she said. "What the heck are you talking about? I don't understand a thing you're saying. You don't make any sense at all!"

The grinning girl shrugged her shoulders. "I'm just saying, I understand that you hate me now. I'm not mad about it. I think it's kind of cute. I actually think you're more scared of me than you actually hate me. I think that's cute, too."

She nodded toward the bottle in the boy's hand. "Oh, you better start drinking that pretty soon. Your grandmother is probably looking out the window at you. Just so you know, she's always watching and listening. Go ahead, fairy boy, put the nipple in your mouth and suck on your baby bottle."

The freckle-faced girl giggled. "Sure it's funny. It's hilarious and you know it. You'd be laughing at me if I had to use that silly thing. Nope, it's funny all right and I'm going to laugh all I want, 'Samantha.'"

The blond boy wiped a tear from his eye as he sucked on the baby bottle. "You're mean," he said between sips of the not-so-delicious prune juice.

"Now, see, there you go again. You're going to have to change your ways, sissy boy. All I have to do is tell your grandmother what you said and she'll make you regret it. You know it and I know it. So why not just stop being such a pouty baby and do what you're told for once in your life?"

Samuel frowned. "I am doing it. I'm doing exactly what you said, so quit teasing me and trying to make me mad."

Marlene shook her head and sighed. "You don't understand, silly boy. I didn't mean just do what you're told. I'm saying you have to stop being such a baby about it. Stop all that childish pouting and fussing and arguing. You need to smile and say 'yes, ma'am' and enjoy being a sissy boy."

Samuel sucked his bottle and thought about what she said. Marlene took a drink of her lemonade and smacked her lips.

"Mmmm, that's good. How's baby doll's prune juice?"

The effeminate boy pulled his bottle from his mouth. "Nasty. Trade ya?"

Marlene laughed. "I don't think so, 'Samantha.' I'm not the one with 'poopies' problems."

Samuel made an ugly face. "I don't have poopies problems! And stop calling me 'Samantha'! What are you, stupid or something?"

The curly-haired girl raised a single eyebrow. "Now, see, there you go again. You know, if you'd just cooperated you and Mrs. Tully would get along a lot better. If you'd be nice to me things would go a lot better, too."

The pouting boy shook his head. "You're mean. Just like that fat old witch!"

Samuel's eyes went wide with fear. "No, wait! Please, don't tell her! Please? I'm sorry. I really am! Please don't tell! Please?"

"How sorry are you?" the freckle-faced girl asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what would you do to keep me from telling? Would you do anything?"

The flustered boy looked down at his silly white briefs and plucked at the lacy waistband.

"I guess so," he whispered softly.

Marlene nodded. "That's what I thought. Why don't you finish up your bottle while I think for a minute."

Marlene fought to keep from jumping up and down, she was so excited. She never felt this powerful in her entire life. She had an opportunity to change her life here.

I don't want to waste this chance, she told herself. I might not get another shot at it.

She finished her coffee and then crossed her arms in an adult manner, staring at her new friend and thinking long and hard. The effeminate boy shuffled nervously, sipping shyly at the yellow baby bottle. She had to smile at the awkward way he awaited her direction, tugging nervously at his panties and digging his toe in the rock path.

That's the exact moment when Marlene Miller suddenly straightened up, put her hands on her hips and let out a laugh that gave the blond headed boy a scare.

"Maybe. I mean, it depends on what it is." Samuel squirmed in his nakedness. "You promise not to get me in trouble? If I do what you say, you're not going to get me in trouble, right? You promise, right?"

The grinning girl shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, I promise. Not to worry. Now, soon as I'm gone, here's what I want you to do..."

* * *

Samuel Oliver was not having a good day.

The twelve year old boy was in his grandmother's parlor, running the vacuum cleaner along the carpet. He had ten minutes to finish the floors and dust the end tables and coffee table. Then he had to be in the kitchen to help get the food ready. He concentrated on making certain that he got every bit of lint and dirt up off the ancient Persian carpet.

I don't want to give that old witch another reason to beat my butt, he thought ruefully. I'm in enough trouble already.

Clad in his feminine panties, the seventh grade boy felt ridiculous. Nana had not offered to give him any other clothes to wear, nor had he asked. There was a time when he would have begged for something to cover his modesty, but after the events of that morning he decided not to push his luck.

It doesn't matter, I guess, he said to himself as he glanced in the old mirror next to the door. You can't see much anyway.

The truth was that it did matter. The seventh grader felt naked without something to cover exposed body and he hated those stupid panties. But he was too afraid to raise another fuss. He decided that instead of fighting with his guardian he would just do as he was told and hope for the best.

He thought about what the little girl from next door said. Stop fighting and enjoy being a sissy boy. He sighed and shook his head.

"I hate her,"' his whispered to himself.

As soon as the vacuuming and dusting were done Samuel put away his tools and headed for the kitchen. He remembered his grandmother saying he was due another punishment. It was with this in mind that he reported as directed.

Please, let her forget, he prayed along the way. Oh please, oh please, oh please...

To his relief Irma Tully was finishing up with her world famous egg salad. She looked at her grandson and nodded.

"There's my little maid servant! Baby doll, if you're done cleaning the parlor I need you to get the glasses out and put ice in them. Then you can get the trays ready and lay out the silverware and napkins. Get a move on, pretty boy! Mrs. Haggard will be here any minute!"

Samuel Oliver did as he was told. He padded barefoot across the tile floor and quietly prepared everything as he was told. He made a special effort to fold the cloth napkins just as he'd seen his grandmother do at previous such events.

Maybe that will make her happy, he thought as he fiddled with one of his girlish pigtails. I sure don't want another spankin'!

* * *

Irma Tully watched as her grandson double checked his handiwork. The way he stood there in nothing but his panties, one hand on his hip, the other playing with the curls in his hair, made her smile.

It's hard to believe this is the same little brat who came to visit me just a few weeks ago, she thought with a smile. That just goes to show you that inside every problem child is a pretty little momma's boy just waiting to come out.

She had to frown, however, as she realized that Samuel was still wearing the same panties from that morning's garden chores. She noticed spots of dirt on his legs and feet and she wrinkled her nose. He needed a bath if he was going to help entertain her guest.

"Come here, baby doll," she said, pulling the bashful boy close to the kitchen sink. "Let's get you cleaned up a bit."

Before Samuel could move the fat woman knelt down with amazing speed and dexterity and grabbed the hem of his panties. Within seconds she pulled the fragile garment down his legs and nudged him to step out of them, leaving him as naked as the day he was born. The startled child tried not to react, but the expression of surprise on his face was enough to cause his grandmother to chuckle.

"I wasn't expecting that," he said in a hoarse voice.

"Oh, you silly boy," the old woman chortled. "You can't go around all stinky and nasty. Here, let's see if you've been a good baby doll."

Samuel flinched as his grandmother turned his underwear inside out and examined the crotch for stains. She scrutinized the white cloth, fingering the cotton material and at one point sniffing in two different places.

The look on Samuel's face was one of horror and disgust. Mrs. Tully laughed.

"Well, I am certainly surprised at you, baby doll," she announced. "You went all morning and didn't have an accident. That is a good boy! Come and give your old Nana a hug and a kiss!"

The naked boy sighed and did as he was told. Irma Tully pulled his tender body into the folds of her dress and smothered his face with kisses before burying him between her huge breasts. The smell of perfume and lilac powder overwhelmed him almost as much as the caressing hands that tickled his bare bottom and under his arms.

"Nanaaaaa!" The blushing boy giggled girlishly under his babysitter's playful touch.

Holding Samuel tight around his waist, Irma Tully then puckered up her wrinkled old lips and moved in for her big kiss. There was nothing like a nice smooch on the mouth from her adorable little grandson to make her happy.

"Such a good boy! I am so proud of you for not making stains in your panties! The bad news is that you may not have to get another enema until bedtime. I know that's a disappointment to you, baby doll."

Samuel shrugged his shoulders. "That's all right. I don't mind."

Mrs. Tully winked. "Well, don't you worry, you'll get another nice enema eventually. I promise! Meanwhile, Nana's going to clean you up so you can help entertain her company."

The naked boy cleared his throat. He apparently had something on his mind.

"Yes, dear? Did you want to say something?"

Samuel squirmed under his grandmother's gaze. "Nana, can I ask you a question?"

"Why, certainly baby doll. What is it?"

"You know that girl from next door? Marlene?"

Mrs. Tully smiled. "Miss Marlene, baby doll. Say it properly. Miss Marlene."

Samuel frowned, then nodded. "You know Miss Marlene?"

"Yes, baby doll, I know Miss Marlene. What about her?"

"Well, I was wondering, can I go over and play with her sometime? This afternoon, maybe?"

The naked boy fidgeted uncomfortably. "I ... she ... I just thought maybe I could go play with her while you had company, that's all."

"That is so sweet! My baby doll has a crush on a pretty girl!" Mrs. Tully grinned. "I'll tell you what, baby doll. Nana's friend Mrs. Haggard will be so disappointed if you weren't here. She just loves Nana's little baby doll and would be broken hearted if you didn't spend some time with her. But what we can do is have Marlene come over and join us. That will be almost as good, won't it? Just think, you and I can both have guests at the same time! Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Samuel's expression was dubious. It was apparent he wasn't too crazy about the idea, but he nodded anyway. "I guess so."

The old woman smirked as she caressed the blushing boy's chin.

"My little baby doll has a crush on pretty Miss Marlene! That is so cute! You are the most adorable little thing in the whole wide world, did you know that?"

The naked boy nodded, then shook his head. "Yes, Nana," he said quietly.

* * *

The bashful boy relented as Mrs. Tully soaped up a dishcloth and rubbed him down from head to toe. He felt so exposed getting a sponge bath in the kitchen of all places, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

Just as he was wet and covered in suds the doorbell rang. Samuel watched in helpless horror as his grandmother said, "Oh, that must be Gertie!" and rushed off to answer the door. Not knowing what to do, the naked boy just stood there in the middle of the kitchen, shivering and damp and hoping for the best.

I hope that's not Marlene, he thought desperately. I hope it's not that ugly Mrs. Haggard, either!

The clip-clop of old lady shoes on hardwood floors and the chattering of scratchy feminine voices announced her arrival. The naked boy shivered, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.

Despite his wishes it was indeed the hated Mrs. Haggard.

"Come on in, Gertrude, dear. We're just having our midday bath in honor of your visit. Say hello to Mrs. Haggard, baby doll. And for pity's sake, stop touching yourself! Mrs. Haggard has seen plenty of naked boys before. I'm sure you don't have anything she hasn't seen!"

The bashful child put his hands by his side and cast a timid smile at the person who accompanied his grandmother into the kitchen. Tall and thin, she was clad in a conservative flower print dress that buttoned at the top and had long sleeves. Her face matched her name, long and wrinkled and sporting a hawk-like nose. The smell of her old lady perfume and dusting powder blended with his grandmother's.

Samuel cleared his throat and mumbled, "Hello, Mrs. Haggard," and tried to pretend he was invisible.

"Hello, little one." She looked his naked body up and down as though she was evaluating his entire life. She sniffed and shook her head. "Still causing your grandmother trouble, I see."

Samuel wanted to lie down and die! He dread being paraded bare-bottomed in front of his grandmother's friends. But being seen by this particular person was especially shameful.

As far as Samuel Oliver was concerned, Mrs. Gertrude Haggard was the most vile, evil creature on the planet. To him she was just another ugly old woman - she looked just like that old hag who chased after Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz" movie - who took pleasure in making his life miserable. Where the eccentric Mrs. Tully expressed love and warmth in the odd way she treated him, Old Lady Haggard made no such pretenses. She didn't like little boys and Samuel in particular. And she did not hide that fact. She was open in her cruelty and often went out of her way to debase and humiliate our unfortunate hero.

And now there he was, naked and covered in soap, open to the smirking smile and vicious, piercing gaze of the most wicked woman on the planet.

This isn't good, the seventh grader thought to himself. This is really, really bad!

My life isn't fun any more.

* * *

As noted before, this was not the first time Samuel Oliver had been presented to the horrible Mrs. Haggard in the nude. There were several such occasions, beginning shortly after he'd started making regular visits to Mrs. Tully's house.

The first time it happened Samuel was standing in the parlor corner in little more than his birthday suit and a red bottom, punishment for some long-forgotten offense, when the nasty Mrs. Haggard "popped in" for an unexpected visit. The panicked boy was shocked when his grandmother brought the old crone into the room to show off her "little baby doll." Horrified, the tearful child was forced to stand naked before the delighted visitor and introduce himself as Mrs. Tully's grandson. He was then instructed to politely stay by his grandmother's side while the two women chatted and gossiped as old ladies are prone to do.

"Nana, can I please go upstairs?" he whispered. The way the ugly Mrs. Haggard stared at him was unnerving and he was desperate to go somewhere - anywhere! - out of her sight.

"Nonsense," replied Mrs. Tully. She slid her arm around the naked boy's waist and gave him a light hug. "Mrs. Haggard doesn't mind seeing my pretty little baby doll in his birthday suit. Do you, Gertie? As I seem to remember, you see plenty of little boys' bottoms as a teacher."

The skinny witch-like woman cast an amused smile toward twelve year old Samuel. "Oh, yes, I've seen my share of naked boys. One more won't hurt my feelings at all."

The flustered child tried not to look, but the cold dark eyes of his grandmother's lady friend caught him off his guard. He felt as though she was reading his thoughts, seeing his deepest secrets with same clarity and intrusion as she gazed upon his naked body.

During Mrs. Haggard's visit Samuel asked more than once if he could either get dressed or go to his room. Nana, of course, insisted that he stay and keep them company. Standing by his grandmother as naked as the day he was born, he tried to think about happier times, playing ball with his friends, reading comic books, anything to take his mind of his shame and misery. But it did no good. For more than an hour he had to endure the sneering gaze of the ugly Mrs. Haggard. He hated how she looked him up and down as though he was a piece of gaudy furniture.

"Honestly, Irma, I do not know how you put up with such nasty little creatures," the old woman said with a sneering tone of voice. "He is cute enough, I have to admit, with that prissy hairdo and fat little bottom. And if I didn't know better, he even looks like he has titties. But if you ask me, all it would take is a snip with a pair of scissors in the right place and he'd make a much better behaved little girl."

"That's not nice!" Samuel retorted, livid and frightened at such talk. "I don't want to be a girl! And I'm not a girl! I'm a boy!"

"Rude little thing, isn't he?" the sneering woman replied. "If he were mine I'd have him fixed for certain, just like we used to do the lambs on our farm when I was a little girl. Odd, how that little piece of gristle and those two little balls of useless flesh can cause the world so much trouble."

Mrs. Tully laughed at her friend's joke, which made Samuel even more annoyed.

"You shut up!" he cried in an uncharacteristic loss of temper. "You're mean to me and I hate you, you ugly old witch!"

To his horror and surprise, Mrs. Haggard slapped his face without hesitation. She then pulled the stunned boy over her lap before he could react. Shocked and overwhelmed, the youngster looked up to see his grandmother laughing, a cup of tea in one hand and a cookie in the other.

"Nanaaaa!" he cried out. "Help meeeeeeeee!!!"

"Oh, you've done it now, baby doll!" she said brightly. "You shouldn't have made Mrs. Haggard angry. She used to be an elementary school teacher and an assistant principal. You're going to pay for this one, my pretty!"

Taking a sip from her tea, Mrs. Tully chuckled. "Feel free to blister his little bottom, Gertrude. I'm going to do the same in a little while myself. You can warm him up for me."

"No! Please, don't! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

What followed was one of the worst bare bottomed, bare handed spankings Samuel Oliver had ever gotten in his life. It was worse than the paddling he'd gotten with his Nana's hairbrush. Add to that the spanking his grandmother would give him afterward, he wouldn't be able to sit down for two whole days.

"Oh, please no! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

* * *

Standing in the middle of the kitchen under the watchful eye of the two old witches - a term he used with increasing frequency - Samuel Oliver clutched his arms across his chest and pressed his knees together in a vain attempt at modesty. The soapy water drying on his skin caused him to shiver, adding to his sense of nakedness.

"Aw, is our little man shy in front of his mean ol' Nana and Mrs. Haggard?" sang Mrs. Tully. "Don't be bashful, baby doll. You're so pretty, just running around in your birthday suit makes us old ladies happy! Isn't that right, Gertrude?"

Mrs. Haggard shrugged. "I suppose. He is polite enough. And he's not unpleasant to look at."

Samuel's grandmother beamed with delight. "See? You're melted the heart of my cynical old friend here, baby doll! You should be proud!"

"Yes, Nana," replied a solemn Samuel Oliver.

Samuel felt dizzy, confused even, as his captors chatted and whispered and gazed upon his pale, adolescent body. It was like he was in a dream world where nothing made any sense and he'd been kidnapped, stripped and put on display before a host of the most vile, decadent beings on the face of the earth.

The naked boy dared a glance toward his adopted grandmother and her guest, the evil Mrs. Gertrude Haggard. Their knowing smiles reminded him of just how helpless he'd become.

He would make a special effort to stay on their good side, but he didn't expect things to turn out well.

In his experience they rarely did.

To be continued...