Marlene and the Boy Next Door Part V
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 V

Twelve year old Samuel Oliver was exhausted. Sitting in his grandmother's huge bathtub, the weary boy had to fight to keep his eyes open. The day had been a long and tiring one. From the moment he'd awakened early that morning until just a short while ago it had been one humiliation after another. Actually, the nightmare had begun the afternoon before, when his mother dropped him off in front of the little cottage at the end of the lane. But that was so long ago that he barely remembered those embarrassments. The trauma of his predicament was overwhelming, even for one who had been through so much in the past. And still, his ordeal was not yet over.

It was shampoo night at Mrs. Tully's, and he would have to endure yet another outlandish ritual before he could lay down his head and dream of happier, more "normal" times.

"Wakey, wakey, baby doll," Samuel's adopted grandmother warmly trilled. "Open those pretty blue eyes, sweetheart! You still have to help Nana wash her hair, then I get to do yours. When we're all done you can go nighty-night."

Samuel nodded and sighed.

"Yes, Nana," he replied softly.

He tried not to stare at his babysitter, but it was impossible as she was sitting just inches away, her immense naked carcass soaking in tub with him.

"Isn't this fun?" Irma Tully said, playfully splashing the fragrant, lilac-scented water toward her grandson. "My little baby doll likes sharing a bath with his Nana, doesn't he? Hmm? Hmmm?"

The youngster forced himself to smile a weak, sickly smile. He knew what he wanted to say ... and he knew what he was expected to say.

"Yes, Nana," the twelve year old boy replied meekly.

Mrs. Tully reached over and gave him a little tickle on his bare belly. "You're such a good boy. So pretty, so well behaved, so pleasant. Your mommy is so lucky. Really, darling, baby doll should do this with his mommy as often as possible. Not only would you save on your hot water bill, but it would be a very nice way for the two of you to get to know one another."

Samuel Oliver nodded again. His thoughts countered his actions, however. He would die if he had to share a bath with his mother. In contrast with the creature opposite him, she was such a beautiful woman, so robust and feminine, he wasn't sure how he would react in such a predicament.

I think I probably would just pass out and drown, he thought squeamishly. It just wouldn't be right!

The blushing pre-teen thought for a moment about the last time he saw his mother naked. The image in his mind was almost enough to elicit a smile, but not before what turned out to be a pair of huge, slippery legs rubbed against his own. His thoughts came down to earth and he looked up, shuddering at the sight before him.

In contrast to his mother's traditional female figure and elegant beauty, Mrs. Tully's naked body was bloated, pale and alien-looking. The babysitter's gigantic breasts were what trapped his gaze, hanging down against her white belly with their long, fingerlike nipples and enormous hairy aureoles. Each mammary gland was the size of his head and the odd way they splayed out over her giant abdomen was a thing of wonder.

This was not the first time Samuel shared a bath with his rotund guardian. The first time was - well, he couldn't remember when exactly. All he did remember from that experience, to be perfectly honest about it, was the mortification he felt from being in such close proximity with this grotesque creature. He couldn't remember ever sharing a bath with anyone else in his life. It was just as well as he was naturally shy and didn't even like his mother seeing him without a shirt much less with no pants. And yet here he was, his naked adolescent body, pink and freshly scrubbed, just a breath's distance from the one creature he feared the most.

"Scoot closer, baby doll, so Nana can do your hair. That's my pretty boy! See, isn't this fun?"

Samuel Oliver reluctantly slid his body toward his grandmother's, helplessly spreading his legs apart and around her waist, gliding onto her lap. He felt his spirit wane as flesh rubbed against flesh. He knew the routine all too well and it sickened him.

Squirming awkwardly in the fat woman's embrace, the embarrassed boy mumbled a soft "Yes, Nana. I love you too, Nana," and allow his face to be buried in between those enormous, wet floppy breasts.

"Now, let's get your hair wet so Nana can give you a nice shampoo."

The blond child closed his eyes and leaned backward until his head was in the warm aromatic water. There he laid for several minutes, torn between shame and relief. He shuddered as his babysitter's hands roamed over his exposed body, tickling and caressing his nipples and belly. In his awkward position his legs were spread wide, forcing his privates to press against her rubbery belly. He winced as the old woman gave his penis a playful tug.

"Uh-oh, I see somebody waking up," Mrs. Tully sang cheerfully. "I would have thought he would have been tired after all that activity today. Hmm? Hmmm?"

The exhausted boy shrugged his shoulders. "I ... I can't help it," he whispered softly.

"Oh, that's all right. Nana will take care of the pesky little problem. We can't have you going around with that nasty little thing sticking out like that, can we? Remember, baby doll, this is not for little boys to do. Only for mothers and grandmothers ...."

Samuel didn't say anything. He could feel his boyish organ ache as it rose to a tingling erection. He would normally be alarmed when that happened, especially in front of his grandmother. At the moment, however, he was so weary, so dizzy from the day's ordeal, he didn't care.

Maybe Mrs. Haggard was right, he thought to himself. The old woman's experienced fingers massaged him toward a quick and shuddering climax, causing him to sob out loud simultaneously with shame and joy.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they just cut it off.

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Just a few hours earlier Samuel Oliver was in that very same bathroom, recovering from an impromptu enema that took place in front of his grandmother's guests. His hated enemy, Mrs. Gertrude Haggard, that old witch-looking hag, looked down her nose at the helpless boy, a cruel smile curling her thin, ancient lips. Standing next to her was Marlene Miller, that strange little girl from next door. In contrast to the subtle reaction of the old woman, Marlene's face was aglow with excitement. Samuel felt ill as the young girl's eyes traveled up and down his nearly naked body and he felt his stomach quiver to hear her restrained giggles.

"Now I need to powder my little baby doll's bottom and brush his hair, but I have to tell you, I am worn out from all this excitement," Mrs. Tully had said. "This old lady needs to rest her weary bones before she can finish her chores."

"I'll be glad to help out if you're tired, Mrs. Tully," Marlene Miller cheerfully offered. "I've babysat plenty of times before and given little kids their baths, no problem. I can put powder on Samuel's bottom for you and brush his hair and anything else you want done. Really, I don't mind."

"Nana, you can't let her boss me around!" he cried. Despite his nakedness he was going to put up a fight before things got out of hand. "I'm not gonna ...."

SMACK!!!

The helpless boy was shocked to receive a series of sharp slaps on his bare legs and bottom from that nasty little girl. He tried to protest but found his babysitter delighted with the turn of events.

"I think I'd do what I'm told if I were you," said a jovial Mrs. Tully. "I don't think Miss Marlene is playing around."

Not knowing what else to do, Samuel broke down and cried like a little baby in front of that ugly, smiling freckled face.

"Samuel Oliver, that is no way to talk to your Nana!" the horrid Marlene scolded. "You apologize right now or I'm going to get her hairbrush and use it on your fat little bottom! Do you hear me? We might be the same age, but I'm more mature than you and I'll have no trouble turning you over my knee and blistering your butt!

The dejected boy watched helplessly as the two old women left the bathroom. He then looked from the door to the grinning curly-haired child before him.

I can't believe I'm in this situation ! he told himself. How in the world did this ever happen to me? Why did my mom ever leave me here? I wish she'd come back and take me home!

I just want to go home!!!

A girlish voice suddenly reminded him of where he was.

"What are you looking at, little boy?" Marlene Miller said briskly.

"N-n-nothing," Samuel Oliver whispered shyly.

The twelve year old boy looked downward and shifted awkwardly in his stance. He was dressed only in a simple sleeveless t-shirt that barely reached his belly button. The childish fairy design on the front of the skimpy garment - combined with the smooth, hairless features between his legs - made him look no older than a kindergardener.

"You need to know your place, baby doll," Marlene replied sarcastically. "Remember what your Nana said. I'm in charge of you while she is downstairs with Mrs. Haggard. Can you say that for me, please?"

The bashful boy frowned. "Say ... what? What are you talking about?"

"Say that I'm in charge! That's what I'm talking about, you stupid boy!"

Samuel's frown turned into a scowl. "Why would I want to say that?"

"I'm not saying that!" the angry boy hissed. "You can't talk to me that way! And stop looking at me! You're so ugly, go look in the mirror! Better yet, just go away!"

The freckle-faced girl grinned. "Okaaaaaaay then. Have it your way, fairy boy. I'll go away. I'll go right downstairs and tell Mrs. Tully you're being naughty. And I hope she beats your butt something terrible!"

Samuel felt a twinge of panic as his tormentor headed for the door. He quickly stepped in her way, feeling entirely idiotic considering his vulnerable state of dress. "Please don't," the half-naked child whispered. "Don't tell on me, please? Please? I ... I'm sorry. I promise I am."

Marlene looked him up and down, smiling. "Then say I'm charge. Say it, then act that way!"

Samuel's eyes were wet with tears. He nodded, cleared his throat and spoke.

"You're in charge ... Miss Marlene." He glared at her. "You're mean."

Samuel blinked. For a young girl she was really bossy. And mean, too. He wondered if she was like this all the time.

"Now, are you going to do what I say?" The dejected boy nodded. "Then say it again. Tell me how I'm in charge."

Samuel sighed and tried not to look in her eyes as he spoke. It was bad enough that she could see him without any pants on. Now he didn't want to see him in tears.

"You're in charge, Miss Marlene," he said quietly in defeat.

"Okay, well, since I'm in charge, I guess I better get things going," Marlene said in a business-like manner. "I'm supposed to powder your bottom and brush your hair, right? So, let's get up on the table. Come on, hop to it, baby doll! Time's a-wastin'!"

Samuel sighed again and then rolled his eyes. But he did as he was told. The mortified boy put his bare bottom on the table and sat down. Following his mistress' lead, he spun around and laid back, his young pale body sprawled out for her viewing pleasure.

Marlene frowned. "Here, take off that silly t-shirt. I know it's cute and that you love wearing it, but it's in my way right now. We'll find something else for you to wear after we're done. Maybe we'll find a pretty dress - a real dress! - for you to wear in your Nana's flower garden." She grinned. "I've got an old tutu from when I took ballet. You could wear that when you prance around picking flowers for your Nana. Just like a little garden fairy. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

The freckled face before him beamed with delight. "If it was up to me you'd never wear any pants. I wouldn't even let you wear a dress. If I was in charge of you all the time I'd make you go bare bottomed naked for the rest of your life. That's what I'd do if you were mine."

Samuel Oliver closed his eyes and turned away, a soft sob breaking the awkward silence.

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Marlene Miller took a moment to assess the situation. Well, more accurately, to appreciate it. To her this was as exciting as any Christmas or birthday she'd ever had. Laid out before her, just inches away, was this frightened naked boy. A very attractive - some would ever say "pretty" - naked boy, vulnerable, submissive and subject to her every whim and pleasure.

And right now it pleased her to inspect him. From left to right she had within her grasp a pair of delicate, ticklish feet, smooth slender legs, a very interesting mid-section, a plump, touchable belly and pink, pinchable nipples. And then there was the slender, kissable neck, the peaches and cream face with those juicy, Cupid's bow lips and a heedful of feminine blond curls.

"Where to begin," Marlene Miller whispered to herself.

The decision was obvious, of course. Right there in front of her was that mysterious enigma, the secret to every boy's identity and power. The thing that hid deep inside their pants. And now she had one right there in front of her to do as she wished. This moment had eluded her from the first day she set sight on her young captive. But now it had come and she had to fight to control her bubbling enthusiasm.

"Come on, Marlene, don't mess this up," she said softly.

"What?" Samuel Oliver replied, his voice hoarse and wavering.

"You just be quiet!" the freckle-faced girl scolded. "I'm thinking!"

The frightened boy's penis had calmed down a bit, but it was still somewhat erect, leaning comically over his peach-like scrotum. Marlene stared at the "pink pearl" that peeked out from that silly foreskin and she licked her lips.

Finally, he's all mine, she thought silently. I can't believe he's really mine at last!

Taking a deep breath, she cleared her throat and sighed.

"I might as well do it now," she said aloud. "Before something happens and I miss my chance."

The excited girl reached out and carefully touched the slender penis, caressing the precious plump tip with her fingertip as if it was a living creature. She giggled as the curious appendage flinched. She thought about the baby bird she found in her back yard a few summers before. This ... thing ... was just as ugly if not as vulnerable.

"Please ... be careful," pleaded Samuel Oliver.

"Oh, shut up," Marlene spat in a very un-Marlene tone of voice. "I've hardly touched you. Don't be such a cry baby!"

The young girl bit her lip. Wow, I can't believe I said that, she thought with a grin. I've never talked to a boy like this before in my life!

She blinked and for a moment considered the absurdity of her situation. Then she giggled.

Now that I think about it, I've never even been alone in a room with a boy before today. And now look at me! I've got him naked ... and in tears, just like that! He's at my complete mercy and there's not a darned thing he can do about it!

This is the best day of my life!

Rubbing her hands greedily together, Marlene Miller refocused her attention on the trembling penis before her. Or more specifically, on its odd, hooded pink tip.

Okay, Marlene, you wanted to see what this thing feels like, here's your chance ....

The first thing she did was pat the strange object with the palm of her hand, much like she would a small pet. To her surprise it was soft and warm, its delicate skin silky smooth, almost like velvet. The amazed child was amused to hear her boyish victim moan under her touch, and she wondered if it was from pain or from pleasure.

Emboldened by Samuel's bashful reaction, Marlene licked her lips and moved in closer. Taking the soft foreskin in her fingers, she played with it for a moment, moving it up and down. She was oddly fascinated by the design and execution of the fleshy device.

What in the world is this thing supposed to do? she mused with a wrinkled brow and pursed lips. No wonder boys are so weird. I'd be weird, too, if I had to put up with such nonsense between my legs!

With the fragile foreskin folded back, the curious girl got her first close up look at Samuel's "pink pearl." As many times as she'd seen it through her father's binoculars, it was even more beautiful - and ugly! - than she could have imagined. With a single fingertip she traced around the surprisingly hard edge, along the velvety soft middle and then the pouty little lips surrounding his pee-hole.

Wow, this is something else, Marlene thought, biting her lip. She felt her face burning with excitement. I can't believe I'm actually doing this!

As she casually played with her new toy, she noticed Samuel becoming more restless, squirming around on the table, his breathing erratic and harsh. She also noticed that while she hadn't actually touched the shaft of his penis, it had grown stiff, curving slightly toward the naked boy's belly and with a definite tilt to the right.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked the jittery boy. "I'm hardly touching you at all."

"I can't help it. It ... tickles, I guess," Samuel Oliver replied bashfully. "I ... I just can't help it."

This is getting weirder and weirder, the curly-haired girl thought. His penis is bigger and harder than it was when I first touched it. What's next, tentacles or maybe a third eye?

Indeed, what came next was almost as amazing. As delighted as she was to have a chance to actually touch her captive's penis, Marlene wasn't sure what else she could do with it. And so her nimble fingers continued to dance and flirt with the plump glans in a very delicate and teasing manner. She watched Samuel's every squirming reaction to her touch and noted it for future reference. She paid particular attention to how his held his breath whenever she ran her fingertip around and around the outer ridge of his "pink pearl." Realizing this had some special affect on him, she continued to do this time and again.

And that's when it started leaking.

"What the heck ...?"

A thin stream of clear sticky fluid emanated from the squirming boy's pee hole. For a moment Marlene thought it was urine, but she kept her cool and thought about what she was seeing. She touched the thick, clear liquid with her fingertip and was amazed to see it form a long, wire-like string of slime as she pulled her hand away.

"Oh, wow," she whispered aloud.

Marlene felt as foolish as she did excited. She'd read enough to know that boys did this kind of thing. She'd even heard talk of such things among her friends. Most important, from all the hours of spying on Mrs. Tully she knew something like this would happen. She just never thought she'd ever be around to see it!

Now she had a problem, however. That stupid sticky stuff was getting everywhere. Apparently just a few drops went a long way. The long slimy string had fallen onto Samuel's bare belly and part of the table. Even worse, Marlene now had it all over her hand.

"How nasty!" she complained. "Gross!"

Fearful that she might it on her nice clothes, she hurried to the sink and washed her hands. She was confounded to discover that the slippery goo was not easily washed off with water. It was as tacky to her skin as it was slimy. A bar of soap and several minutes of thorough scrubbing were in order before the sticky stuff went away.

Drying her hands on a thick towel, Marlene's thoughts wandered back to her studies and the chapters she'd read about male ejaculation. That's when she slowly began to realize what was happening.

"So that stuff makes babies?" she said, absentmindedly. "Wow ... did I do that? I don't know what to think about that."

"Think about what?" Samuel suddenly said. "Are you done with me yet? Can I get up, please?"

Bewildered, Marlene stood and stared at the naked boy before her for several minutes. She'd been so engrossed in her explorations that she forgot that her captive might have something to say.

"No, I am not done with you!" she replied in her best Mrs. Tully impression. "You just lay still and be quiet. I have to think about what to do next."

"Yes, Miss Marlene," Samuel Oliver said softly.

"Okay, get hold of yourself, dummy," Marlene whispered to herself. "You wanted to see him up close, so go do it! Don't mess this up or you'll regret it!"

Taking a deep breath, the freckle-faced girl approached her helpless victim and laughed a cunning giggle.

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Samuel Oliver was scared as heck. Stretched out on his grandmother's laundry table, he felt more naked than he had in a long, long time. The ugly little girl from next door stood over him staring like he was some sort of laboratory experiment. He heard her whispering to herself, not quite what to make of her intentions, none of which he was sure were good. She suddenly moved in close and he closed his eyes when he saw her hands reach again for his privates.

"Mmmmm, be careful, please," he pleaded as young, curious fingers danced over his penis and balls, poking and pinching and rubbing with rudeness and audacity.

Samuel bit his lip as the ugly girl grabbed hold of his ball sack, stretched the skin and felt his balls, one by one.

"Open up your legs," she said curtly. "I can't see a thing!"

Mortified, Samuel did as he was told. His reward was a set of fingers crudely digging between his thighs, prodding that little strip of skin between his scrotum and his anus. He heard her say "Hmmm," as though she'd found something interesting, and then she returned her focus on his balls. Her warm, gentle hand cupped his testicles, as though she was weighing them.

"How do you guys live with these things?" Marlene asked. "Don't they get in your way when you're running and jumping around? I'd think they'd get smashed just crossing your legs."

Samuel looked up to see a skeptical look on his tormentor's face. "I don't know how it works. It just does, I guess."

"Well, I just don't get it. This is the stupidest thing I've ever seen."

He winced as Marlene then fingered his balls individually, squeezing first one, then the other. His breathing grew panicked and he clenched his fists out of anxiety, terrified that she was going to hurt him. He'd been through similar examinations before - Mrs. Tully always started the weekend with an "inspection" - but this stupid Marlene Miller didn't act like she knew what she was doing at all. Her clumsy fingers pinched one slowly harder and harder, the pressure growing until he cried out in fear as much as pain. As much as he hated the thought, he really wished his Nana was doing this instead.

"Please, don't do that!" he begged. "It really hurts!"

"Don't do it, 'Miss Marlene,'" the freckle-faced girl said, very business-like. "Say it correctly or I'll do it again, this time even harder."

Marlene grinned. "Good. That's much better. Keep calling me by my right name and I promise I won't hurt you." She giggled a girlish little giggle. "Well, not too bad, I mean."

The naked boy relaxed for a moment as the young girl released her grip on his balls. He then jumped as a pair of pincer-like fingertips suddenly grabbed the head of his penis and pulled on it. He couldn't help but squeal when it happened. As if that wasn't bad enough, his cry sounded just like that of a little girl.

Marlene shook her head. "Oh, stop being such a sissy! I'm just going to look at it. It's not like I'm going to pull it off or anything!"

Samuel sobbed. "You weren't supposed to play with it. You're supposed to powder me and brush my hair! I'm telling Nana!"

Just as soon as the words came out he regretted saying them. The freckle-faced girl just giggled and laughed, clapping her hands together with delight. Not that he couldn't blame her.

That was stupid, he thought to himself. I sounded just like a five year old baby or something. Why can't I keep my mouth shut?

Marlene giggled again. "I'll tell you what, baby doll. If it will make you feel any better, I'll go ask your Nana if she minds me checking you over before putting baby powder on your little tushie. Will that make the little baby feel any better?"

The look on Marlene's face was enough to make Samuel feel even stupider, if such a thing was possible.

The naked boy looked away and nodded. "Aw, never mind," he said with a trembling voice. "Do whatever you want." He dared a glance over his shoulder. "Just please, try not to hurt me down there. Please?"

The grinning girl raised an eyebrow. "Please ... who?"

Samuel sighed. "Please, Miss Marlene," he said with a great weariness.

"Good boy." Marlene nodded. "I'll see what I can do. Now, turn over so I can powder your pretty little bottom."

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Marlene Miller was the happiest she'd been in a long time. Happier than when she rode her first pony, happier than that trip to Europe last year, happier than when her daddy came home the Christmas before he died ....

She put that last thought out of her head. She looked at the naked boy before her and grinned. Suffice it to say, she was happier than the first time she saw Samuel Oliver through her father's vintage binoculars.

Her adolescent prisoner was now on his stomach. Marlene had insisted, saying that she needed to see his bottom in order to powder it. Of course, that meant inspecting it, which the reluctant boy didn't even try to resist.

"You've got the fattest butt of any boy I've ever seen, did you know that?" She gave Samuel's bottom a playful, yet firm slap. "Wow. I think I could do that all day."

Whap! She slapped him again and then giggled.

"Ow! Please, Miss Marlene, just be careful. Please?"

The excited girl shook her head. She was going to do pretty much what she wanted. She was just so thrilled she was having trouble focusing. So little time and so much to do ....

Maybe playing with his hiney will help me make up my mind, she thought with a grin.

"Okay, enough playing around. Spread your legs, please," she ordered.

The excited girl had to smile as Samuel did as he was told. Not only did he open his legs, he automatically raised up his bottom, giving her perfect access to whatever she wanted. This was obviously the result of countless hours spent in similar conditions under his grandmother's tutelage,

He didn't even try to resist, she thought as she stared at his pink puckered butthole. I can't believe it! I actually got him to do it! How many girls can get a boy to do that?

"Good. Now stay that way while I make sure everything is okay," Marlene said in her best Mrs. Tully voice.

Running her fingertips over Samuel's chubby bottom was a pure pleasure for the freckle-faced girl. It was just as good as she imagined, even better. It was almost as much fun as playing with his penis and balls! Marlene marveled at the smooth, flawless skin under her touch. A twinge of jealousy hit her as she thought about how cute his bottom looked compared to hers. An evil thought soon followed and she gave him a hard pinch.

Samuel squealed. "Ow, stop it! What did you do that for? That hurt!"

Smack! She slapped his pale, fat cheek and giggled.

"What about that? Want another? I can hit pretty hard, you know."

The naked boy shook his head. "Noooo ...."

"Then call me 'Miss Marlene.' Keep messing up and I'll get your Nana's hairbrush and give you a real spanking!"

Marlene grinned. This was the best day of her life! Samuel wasn't putting up the least bit of resistance. None at all? How was that possible? More important, how far could she go before he did?

She thought for a moment. Studying the plump mounds of flesh before her, she tried to imagine what Mrs. Tully would do next. The little pink hole practically winked at her. An idea suddenly occurred to her and she stepped away from the table.

This is going to be great, she thought with a giggle. I can't wait to do this!

Rummaging through Mrs. Tully's cabinets, Marlene found exactly what she wanted ... and more. She selected a few items and prepared them for the task that was upon her.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," she whispered to herself.

"What are you going to do to me?" Samuel Oliver quietly asked.

The naked boy had been facing the wall but when Marlene stopped caressing his bottom he became curious. His eyes widened when he saw what the seventh grade girl had in her hand and he bit his lip. Marlene grinned as she imagined his regret.

"I'm going to take your temperature," she said in a very mature, professional voice. She waved a rectal thermometer and a jar of petroleum jelly in the air. "Your Nana works hard to keep you clean and healthy. I'm just making sure everything is as it should be."

"But you're not supposed to be doing that!" Samuel looked at her with watery eyes. "You're just supposed to powder my bottom and brush my hair!"

Marlene smiled. The naked boy was clearly frightened. She felt a tingly sensation sweep over her body as she relished the power she held over him. She suspected - and rightly so - that he'd been through this process more times than he could count. The only difference this time was that a young girl would be doing the honors and not his eccentric grandmother.

He is embarrassed to have me do this, she said to herself. Good! He should be. This is going to be fun!

"Okay, baby doll," she said in her Irma Tully voice. "Let Miss Marlene take your temperature. It won't hurt. Not as long as you don't make Miss Marlene angry."

While Samuel braced himself for the worst, the curly-haired girl took her time getting everything ready. She tugged on a pair of thin rubber gloves she found in the cabinet and snapped the cuff around her wrist like she'd seen done on television. The sound caused the nervous boy to jump - just a little - which in turn got her giggling again. Clearing her throat, she picked up the rectal thermometer on one hand and dipped the forefinger of the other in the green jar of petroleum jelly.

Taking a deep breath, Marlene spread Samuel's cheeks and slid her gloved finger against his sphincter. The naked boy whined a little, but she pushed on, wiggling her finger around and around until he unclenched his muscles and she was allowed in. The next thing she knew, she had Samuel Oliver literally wrapped around her finger!

"Wow, this is neat!" the excited girl said, pressing in as far as she could. She giggled as she pushed harder in between the plump cheeks. "I didn't know you could do this!"

The shamed boy let out a sob. "It's not funny!" he cried. His voice was breathless and unsure. "I wish you'd stop it."

"Oh, hush! You keep whining and I'll tell your Nana on you. Maybe she'll get that big red bag out again."

"Noooo," Samuel cried softly. "Please, don't do that. I'll be good. I promise."

"Then stop fussing so much!"

The curly-haired girl smiled as she slid her finger in and out of Samuel's chubby bottom, twisting and exploring with the enthusiasm of a kitten tormenting a mouse. She noted with delight how her every movement caused him to moan and squirm and cry. Most curious was how his sphincter would grip and squeeze her finger.

"Wow, I bet you're just loving this," she teased. "I know how much you like it when your Nana does it for you."

"What do you mean by that?" Samuel whispered, his voice weak and stilted.

Marlene grinned as she felt the young boy tense up. In turn she pushed her finger up as far as it would go and wagged it around slowly but forcefully.

"Oh, come on, sissy boy, don't play dumb. Every night you climb in bed with your granny and she makes you sing that pretty little song and she rubs your little hiney for you."

Marlene felt Samuel's bottom tighten up around her finger.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied weakly. "That sounds stupid."

The freckle-faced interrogator gave her victim a hard punishing shove with her finger.

"Don't lie to me, baby doll!" She gave him another, even harsher shove, this one causing him to sob out loud. "You know very well what I'm talking about. Are you going to lay there and deny it? Or do I need to call her up here and prove you to be a liar? That'll go over well. You know how much she likes liars. Especially if their name is Samuel Oliver."

The naked boy didn't say anything for a long time. Marlene listened carefully and realized he was crying. She cleared her throat and began singing:

"You're so pretty, little boy, you're my pretty baby doll ...."

The crying stopped and Marlene was pleased to feel her prisoner tighten up his grip on her finger. She repeated the verse, this time softly massaging Samuel's rectum.

"You're so pretty, little boy, you're my pretty baby doll ...."

She pressed her finger hard against his tense sphincter. "Come on, baby doll. You're supposed to sing, too. Come on, you know the words."

She sang the verse one more time.

"You're so pretty, little boy, you're my pretty baby doll ...."

There was a moment of silence, followed by a soft and reluctant "I'm so pret-ty. I'm so pret-ty."

Marlene refrained from jumping up and down, but she definitely felt victorious. She increased the rhythm of her massage, pushing as deeply as her finger would go.

"You're so pretty, little boy, you're my pretty baby doll ...."

"I'm so pret-ty. I'm so pret-ty."

After a few minutes of singing she stopped. She was pleased to see Samuel look around at her, a submissive, sick look on his face.

Marlene gave her prisoner a playful little poke with her finger, causing him to squirm even more. "What if she did? So what? We talk about you all the time, you know. So you might as well admit everything. You know I'm going to find it all out anyway, right?"

The naked child slumped in defeat at the words. This made her smile.

"Please, don't talk about it," he whispered. "It's really embarrassing."

Samuel shook, then nodded his head. "She does do it."

"And you like it? Right? Come on, admit it. If you lie about it I'll tell your Nana!"

Marlene grinned as her captive sighed. She could feel his resignation all the way up inside his butthole.

The embarrassed boy broke down in tears, obviously humiliated in the midst of his confession. Marlene, in turn, giggled.

"And you love it, don't you? It's all right if you do. I mean, I think it's kind of cute. It's just the thing for a pretty little sissy boy who likes wearing panties and waiting on his granny."

The helpless child didn't even bother arguing. Instead he buried his face in his arm and sobbed.

* * *

Samuel Oliver was confused. Laying face down on his grandmother's laundry table, he was also angry, uncomfortable and humiliated.

His weekends at Mrs. Tully's house were bad enough, but this one was the worst! Ever since this girl, this Marlene Miller came into his life, things were even more bizarre than before. The things that the old fat woman did to him were bad enough, but this was far, far worse than his most horrible nightmares. To have a girl, one his own age in particular, not only witness but actually take part in his secret shame, that was as bad as it could get.

How does she know all this stuff about me? he pondered as his young guardian ran her soft warm hands over his naked body. Did Nana really tell her all this stuff, about poking me in the bottom and singing me to sleep? She even knows about me singing that stupid song!

Why would Nana tell this stupid girl all that? How could she?

How did I get in this predicament in the first place!!!???

Samuel Oliver winced as Marlene's curious fingers played with his tender bottom. The touch of the rubber gloves reminded him of his grandmother, sending an extra shiver down his spine. The girl's clumsiness and inexperience caused him to get pinched and poked in ways his grandmother never let happen. Thinking that if he gave her more room to maneuver, he made the mistake of spreading his legs apart. That only gave the delighted girl greater access to his butthole and she took full advantage, delving in so deep he thought her finger was going to come out his mouth.

Damn it, he lamented, wincing as his bottom twitched under the child-like examination. This is just awful!

To make matter worse, his body started reacting to that stupid girl's poking around. He could feel his penis push against the table, causing him to squirm and shift around in discomfort. He concentrated hard on other things, his model cars, playing ball with his friends, anything. Still, he caught himself whining shamefully, the soft sound enticing the curious Marlene, inviting her probing gaze and relentless fingers to do as they willed.

Short of making him go to school in his birthday suit and stand in front of his class, there was nothing he could think of that was worse than what he was going through at that very moment.

Then again, the day was far from over.

* * *

Marlene Miller was having the time of her life. After all the countless hours she spent behind her father's old military field glasses, taking in every detail of her elderly neighbor's ministrations with her young grandson, this was what it came down to. The often shy, bookwormish girl now had this beautiful, helpless boy at her beck and call, a virtual slave to her darkest whim.

At the moment the excited twelve year old still had her finger buried deep in between Samuel Oliver's soft plump buttocks. The rubber gloves gave her a sense of power and authority that made her actions seem perfectly appropriate. She grinned as his warm anal muscles clenched and relaxed alternately, the rhythm curiously linked to his pronounced breathing.

"I really don't know why you're acting like such a shy little sissy boy," she cooed sweetly. "It's obvious you like having your pretty bottom poked and prodded. Come on, 'Samantha,' admit it. Tell Miss Marlene how much you love letting people play with your fat little butt."

Wow, where did that come from? Marlene asked herself. I can't believe I said that. I'm turning into a real witch!

Emboldened by her own audacity, she then pushed in again. She was going to have to stop pretty soon and she might never get to do this again. Her slender finger explored and sought and wriggled about with the greatest enthusiasm. In turn young Samuel squirmed on his stomach, his breathing erratic and his voice high-pitched and whining.

"And why not?" The dark-headed girl giggled, pressing on with her assault on his bottom. "Just a little while ago you said you were gonna get me? Remember that? Huh? Remember saying that? Who's getting who now, sissy boy!"

The flustered boy nodded, then shook his head. "I ... I'm sorry about that," he sobbed. "I promise, I really am. I was just mad ... and scared."

Marlene gave her victim an extra hard poke, which triggered a sharp gasp. "Good. You should be scared. Just you think about what you said to me. Who's got who now? Hmmmm? Hmm???"

"You've got me," Samuel sobbed. "You win, all right? You win!"

"Say it again!"

"You win, all right? You win!"

"That's what I thought," the curly-haired girl replied cheerfully.

After a few more minutes of torturing the vulnerable boy with her finger, Marlene finally took his temperature with the rectal thermometer. She made sure to keep the slender glass tube in place more than enough time to get an accurate reading. Just to be safe, she repeated the ritual two more times, ignoring Samuel's plea that once was enough.

"Do you have to do it so many times?" he complained. "You're as bad as Nana."

* * *

Samuel Oliver felt so foolish. He still lay face down, his head buried in his arms in an effort to hide from the awful girl who enjoyed tormenting him so. It was bad enough that she could see him naked, but for her to put her hands on him like this ... that was the absolute worst!

He gritted his teeth at the sensation of her small, soft hands wiping his bottom clean. He felt like such a baby, especially when she dusted him with baby powder.

This is the most horrible day of my life, he lamented silently. This stupid ugly girl gets to treat me just like a little baby or something and I can't do anything about it? It would have been so much better if she'd been pretty and nice. Why did she have to be so ugly and mean? If anybody ever finds out what she's doing to me, I may as well just hide in my room forever!

The ugly girl gave his plump bottom a sharp smack with her gloved hand. "Okay, baby doll, let's turn over so I can powder your front, too."

"Do I have to?" the blushing boy whined.

A second, much harsher slap on his butt took his breath away.

"No ... Miss Marlene," the dejected child replied.

Samuel reluctantly rolled over onto his back. He then made the mistake of looking up at his young guardian's face. He winced as he realized her gaze was firmly locked on his boyish erection.

"Wow, what's this?" she said with an amused tone in her voice. "Your little wee-wee is a lot larger than I remember it!"

Sure enough, Samuel's penis was twice the size it was a few minutes before, maybe even more. Marlene's eyes were wide with amazement to see how it had swollen from about the size of her finger to as large as a breakfast sausage. The pink appendage strained to rise up as high as it would go, bouncing up and down with Samuel's every move. Not just that, but it caused him the greatest discomfort. The naked boy had been whimpering and whining when he was on his stomach. Turning over, he'd moved gingerly, favoring his protruding organ, careful not to bump it against the table. Even when he laid flat on his back as still as he could, it throbbed and bounced with his heartbeat and his breathing.

Marlene took a deep breath and sighed. The freckle-faced girl was obviously as thrilled as Samuel was humiliated.

"Does it do that often?" she asked. "Or just whenever someone pokes you in the bottom?"

Marlene nodded, licking her lips in the process.

"How do you make it go away? Is that when you masturbate?"

Samuel's face turned white. "Huh? What?"

The grinning girl shook her head. "Samuel Oliver, if you lie to me again, I swear, I'll call your granny up here and let her see you like this! Is that what you want me to do?"

The dejected boy sighed. He couldn't believe this scrawny little girl was talking to him like this. "No."

"No, what?"

He sighed again. "No, Miss Marlene."

There was a moment of silence. The young girl watched as Samuel wallowed in his own worry. There was something satisfying in the knowledge that she wielded such power.

"I'm going to ask you again. Whenever your ... your penis sticks up like that, is that when you masturbate?"

Samuel blushed and tried to avoid looking her in the eye. He was dying to cover his privates. But he didn't do it. His grandmother had taught him too well.

"I asked you a question, little boy!" She raised her voice and made the tone much more harsh, like that of an annoyed mother. "You know what masturbation is, don't you? Jacking off? Jerking off? Playing with yourself? Does any of that ring a bell? Come on, tell the truth. Don't make me get your granny!"

Samuel grimaced like he was in pain as he slowly nodded his head. The boys at school liked to joke about masturbating. They were also loathe to admit to doing such a shameful thing.

Samuel Oliver was no different. He remembered the first time his mother caught him with his hands between his legs. That was easy as it had only been a few months ago. He'd been getting ready for his shower and was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to figure out why his penis was sticking out so much. One thing led to another and the next thing he knew he was rubbing himself fervently, oblivious to the fact that his mother had entered the bathroom and was watching the whole thing!

As bad as the yelling and name calling was, the worst part was the barrage of questions that followed. His first instinct was to lie, but eventually he had to confess to his sinful behavior. It was one of the lowest points in his entire young life. Things only went down from there.

And now he didn't just have to talk about masturbating, but he had to talk about it with a scrawny, ugly little bratty girl!

Samuel noticed that despite her smile his young guardian made certain to use her that-sounds-nasty-to-me voice. Taking a deep breath, he decided not to fight the inevitable.

Samuel rolled his eyes before whispering, "I guess."

Marlene raised a single eyebrow. "You guess? Don't you know?"

Samuel felt his voice tremble as he spoke. "Do I have to say it?"

"Yes! Say it now!"

Marlene's face beamed with delight for an instant, then morphed into a stern expression. "Just as I thought! You do masturbate!"

Samuel sighed. "Yes, I masturbate."

"And what does your Nana say about you jacking off? What about your mother? I can't imagine either one of them would be happy to know that you do such a vile, disgusting thing."

"They ... they don't like me doing it." Samuel felt sick as he answered the question.

Why do I have to talk to her about this? he thought, shamed and near tears. This isn't right at all!

"You're not answering my question. I didn't ask how they felt. I asked what they said about it."

"Yes, go on," Marlene encouraged.

"Nana says ... that it's not something nice boys do. She says only nasty boys do that."

The excited girl raised an eyebrow. "Sooooo ... have they ever punished you for it?"

He really didn't want to answer, but something inside him was afraid not to. He sighed, shrugged, then nodded. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

There was a sigh, then a pause ... then a soft voice squeaked, "Yes, Miss Marlene."

Marlene Miller thought for a moment. "What about when you get stiff? Do they punish you when it sticks out like that?"

"Yes, they ...."

"Yes, Miss Marlene!"

The red-faced boy nodded, then started again. "Yes, Miss Marlene. My ... my mom gets all upset when she sees me sticking out. She slaps my face and spanks me and grounds me."

"I see." Marlene smiled. She liked Mrs. Oliver and hadn't even met the woman. "What about your grandmother?"

"Nana ... she says it's nasty and she ... she ...."

His voice faded as if he didn't want to say any more. That, of course, piqued Marlene's curiosity and she insisted that he continue.

"She ...? She does something? Does she punish you? Or something else?"

Samuel shrugged. "She ... she kinda punishes me, I guess. She makes it go away."

The curly-haired girl allowed one corner of her mouth to curl up in a half-smile. "She makes it go away? How?"

Samuel felt dizzy. This was something he didn't even want to think about, much less say out loud. And to a girl, yet! Still, he felt an odd compulsion to confess everything to this freckle-faced, metal-mouthed twelve year old dominatrix.

"Wellllllll ...." The naked boy shrugged and then squirmed on the table. "She ... you know ... she rubs it until ... until it goes away."

Yes! I knew it! she thought gleefully. I knew it, I knew itIknewitIknewitIknewit!!!!

Fighting to control her outward appearance, she took a deep breath, allowed herself a brief sigh and shook her head.

"Hmmm. So she masturbates you, huh? Is that right? I said, is that right?"

Samuel bit his lip. He really didn't want to talk about this particular subject matter. But he had no choice.

"Yes ... Miss Marlene."

That's interesting," the curious girl replied. "So, she doesn't make you do it?"

The quiet boy shook his head. "Oh, no. Nana says it's not for little boys to do, but for mothers and grandmothers."

Samuel felt horrible. The longer he laid there, the more questions this stupid girl asked, the worse things got for him.

How did she know so much about me jerking off and about my mom catching me? Did Nana tell her about all that? Did she tell Marlene about ... about what happens here in this bathroom?

He shuddered as he thought about his grandmother masturbating him the night before. It was an image that was burned into his memory. In vain he tried to put the grotesque sight out of his mind.

"I asked you a question, jack off boy!" Marlene interrupted Samuel's thoughts with bold authority. "I already know the answer, so you better not lie! You like it when your Nana masturbates you, don't you? Come on, speak up!"

The naked boy shrugged his bare shoulders. He was too ashamed to say anything.

"I dunno."

Samuel Oliver wiped his eyes and shrugged again. He couldn't have argued with her if he tried.

"Yes. Yes I am," the dark-haired girl said with a smile. "I am very happy. Now, tell me all about what happens if you masturbate. Did Mrs. Tully say she would punish you if you did it?"

Samuel nodded. He felt like a little child, answering so many questions.

"She said she'd blister my bottom if she ever found out I did it again."

"Yes ... Miss Marlene. My mom said that."

"No ... Miss Marlene."

"So, you like it when your Nana masturbates you. Hmm? Hmmm?"

The trembling boy reluctantly nodded his head. "Yes, I ... I like it."

Marlene grinned. "Then how about when your mommy does it? Do you like that, too? Do you like it when your mommy masturbates you?"

Samuel's face turned white. Why did she say that? he wondered silently. How could she ... why would she even think of such a thing???

"That's not nice!" he fussed, his voice weak with fear. "My mom doesn't ... she doesn't masturbate me! She doesn't do that!"

Samuel's frustration got the better of him. Eyes wide and his breath erratic, he tried to explain himself. "I didn't say that! I said ... I said that I'm not supposed to do that kind of thing. Nana is the one who said that ... that mothers and grandmothers are supposed ...."

"And from what I've seen, you always do whatever your Nana tells you, don't you, 'Samantha'?"

Samuel shrugged. "Most of the time, I guess."

The grinning girl giggled. "See, you just admitted it - again! You let your mommy jack you off!"

The naked boy wiped the tears from his eyes. "No, my mother doesn't do that, all right? I'm too old ... she's ... she wouldn't ... do that."

The smiling girl raised a single eyebrow. "But if she did, you'd like it, right? I mean, if you like your grandmother doing it, I bet it would be really fun if your mommy did it, too. Am I right?"

"I dunno ... maybe ...."

Samuel was too upset to answer. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was a million miles away. When he opened them Marlene Miller was still there, smiling at him as though he was the mouse and she was the cat. His complacency and submissive nature obviously pleased and amused her. He shivered as she reached out, took his erection in her hand and carefully stroked the top of his "pink pearl" with her thumb.

"Well, I'm really curious as to what's going to happen when your Nana sees this ugly little thing sticking out," the ugly girl finally said. "I'm pretty sure she won't like it and I'd think Mrs. Haggard will find it repulsive as well. I can't wait to see what your Nana does about it when we go downstairs. Maybe she'll jack you off while Mrs. Haggard and I watch."

"Please, don't say that ...."

The naked boy started to protest, but he was shushed into frustrated silence.

"I don't want to hear a word from you, sissy boy! I'll paddle your pretty fat butt if I have to! I am in charge, remember? Your Nana gave me authority over you and said I could do whatever I needed to make you behave. As soon as I brush your hair we'll go downstairs. I can't wait 'til Mrs. Tully sees you sticking out like that. That is going to be fun!"

Samuel stuck out his bottom lip and sighed. "Can't we make it go away first?"

Marlene blinked. "And how do we do that?"

The naked boy's face turned red. "I ... I kinda thought ... that you were gonna ... you know."

The confused boy shrugged. "Well, you were playing with my ... my dick. I just thought ...."

"You thought wrong, naked boy! I am not jerking you off! I am not your grandmother, and I am definitely not your mother! You'll just have to wait and let one of them do it for you instead."

Samuel Oliver sighed. "Yes, Miss Marlene," he repeated in defeat.

* * *

Marlene Miller couldn't stop grinning. This was really was turning out to be the best day of her life. She'd thought the same thing the day before. She'd even thought so earlier that same morning. But now, after all that had happened in the past fifteen or twenty minutes, this was most definitely the best, most exciting and most memorable day of her life!

Samuel Oliver was as pretty and as helpless as she'd ever seen him. Laying helplessly on the table before her, his face flushed and his eyes glistening with tears of shame and despair, the naked twelve year old reminded her of the various cupids and cherubs depicted in her classical art books.

I am so jealous! she said to herself silently. How can a boy be so gorgeous? Look at that hair ... that complexion ... those lips ... and those eyes!

Marlene forced her face into a practiced look of bored amusement. She didn't want her naked prisoner to know how much she admired - no, make that envied! - his physical beauty. She tried not to stare as she studied the deep blue of Samuel's eyes. Their color was enhanced by the glistening tears that wet his lashes and for an instant she felt the overwhelming urge to pull him in her arms and comfort him as she would a small child.

She decided to do something else instead.

The freckle-faced girl took a deep breath. Bending over the nervous boy's face, she moved close enough to smell the castor oil on his breath. Keeping her eyes open, she puckered up her lips and leaned in enough to kiss him on the mouth. It was a light kiss, warm and moist and memorable enough to remember twenty years later. For an instant she faltered and closed her eyes. When they opened she saw Samuel Oliver staring at her in wide-eyed surprise.

"What the heck was that for?" the blushing boy asked. "I ... I ... are you ... I mean ....?"

"Don't even bother," Marlene said, her own voice wavering just a bit. She cleared her throat, threw back her shoulders and grinned. "This is a test. A secret test. You tell anybody about it, even your grandmother, and I'll make you sorry. Do you understand me, 'Samantha'?"

The effeminate boy closed his eyes. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I understand."

Marlene reached out and tugged rudely on the nervous boy's erect penis, just like she'd seen Mrs. Tully do while watching through her father's binoculars.

"Yes, you understand what? What are you supposed to call me? What's my name?!"

Samuel Oliver looked up. His deep blue eyes shined with tears of shame. He shrugged his shoulders and nervously tapped the sides of his naked thighs.

"Yes ... Miss Marlene. I understand, Miss Marlene."

"Good, now, close your eyes. I need to test you again."

"Yes, Miss Marlene."

Marlene Miller licked her lips and smiled. She locked her eyes in on the pouting plump lips of her naked slave boy, leaned in and gave them another light kiss.

She was so happy she was about to burst.

* * *

Samuel Oliver felt like a complete idiot.

It was bad enough that he had this stupid girl standing there looking at him. But for her to talk to him like that, to tease him and make him feel bad about, well, private things like ... you know ... touching himself ... well, that was about as bad as it could get. He felt so self conscious, lying exposed and helpless as she ran her eyes up and down his unclothed body. He so wanted to cover his aching penis and tell her to go away, but he knew the consequences would be more than he could bear.

And what was that kissing all about? He couldn't get that out of his mind. Being naked in front of a girl was horrible. Kissing a girl was supposed to be good. A pretty girl, that is. But this Marlene girl was ugly, not to mention mean! So, kissing an ugly girl ... while naked ... he just couldn't wrap his mind around that at all.

This was not turning out to be a very good day.

"You know, baby doll," his young mistress cooed, "... about your little thing sticking up ...?"

Samuel cleared his throat. "Yeah?"

"You know how you're worried about what's going to happen when your Nana and Mrs. Haggard see it?"

The blushing boy nodded. "Okay...."

"Well, there is something else we could do," the freckle-faced girl said, her voice lilting and teasing. "About your thing sticking up, I mean."

Samuel blinked. He wasn't at all comfortable talking with a girl - especially this particular girl - about his "thing."

"What's that?" he asked, his voice hoarse and nervous.

Marlene shifted her eyes about and tried not to smile. "Well, you could make it go away yourself."

The captive boy frowned. "How do I do that?"

"You know. You could take matters into your own hands." The girl's eyes lit up with excitement. "You know ... with your hands."

Samuel Oliver frowned. He knew exactly what she was saying. He was just having a hard time digesting it.

"You want me to ... to ... to jack off?"

Marlene licked her lips and nodded. "Um-hmmm."

"But what if ...?"

"Oh, go ahead, scaredy cat. I'm not saying anything to anybody," the suddenly serious girl replied. "I'm just sayin' ...."

Samuel bit his lip. "But, Nana will kill me if I do. And my mom ...."

The curly-haired girl shrugged her shoulders. "It's up to you. Don't matter to me. You can just go downstairs with your little thing bouncing around in front of those two old ladies and see what happens then. I'm sure they'll have something to say about it."

Samuel Oliver thought for a moment. He was dying to get rid of his erection. Besides being a source of embarrassment, it was aching and dripping and just plain old in the way.

He bit his lip again. "You promise?"

Marlene licked her lips again. "I promise."

Samuel started to move his hands. He paused, looked up at the grinning girl and frowned.

"You really, really promise not to say anything?"

The freckled face turned from a smile to a somewhat sincere expression of solemnity.

"I really, REALLY promise. I swear!"

The naked boy thought for another moment, then nodded. He rubbed his hands together, then moved them toward his tingling penis. He couldn't help but notice that the twelve year old girl's eyes were wide and fully focused on what he was doing. He'd never thought in his wildest dreams that he'd ever jack off in front of a girl his own age. The very possibility had been among his greatest fears. Oddly enough, the sense of shame and fear he felt under her gaze seemed to make his penis stick out even harder, which in turn just added to his confusion.

Maybe if I'm lucky a sniper will kill me when I'm done, he thought ruefully.

* * *

Gertrude Haggard was having an extremely pleasant day.

The elderly teacher had been enjoying a quiet chat with her dearest and oldest friend, Irma Tully. The two friends had known each other for decades now, and they shared many fine experiences as well as a unique perspective on the world.

Gertrude's status as "semi-retired" allowed her the free time she needed to pace herself in accordance with her waning years, yet kept her active and engaged with the young people she so dearly adored. Such youngsters fell into two categories: those whom she sought to nurture and grow into free-thinking, creative and independent adults; and nasty little ruffians who mocked her authority and needed a firm smack on the bottom more than a pat on the cheek.

Her visit that day centered around both of those interests. In addition to her friendship with Irma Tully, she held strong affection for her dear protégé, Marlene Miller. Marlene was extraordinarily special to her. It wasn't just the child's curiosity and intellectual drive that the old woman found attractive. She also recognized a deepset vulnerability, most probably prompted by the death of the youngster's father.

Gertrude Haggard understood loss. She also understood strength, and she was determined to pass along her source of power to Marlene, to ensure that this hurt child was given the tools for success and confidence that so long eluded the old woman through her years as a girl and then a young woman.

Gertrude Haggard's opinion of Samuel Oliver was less than favorable, however. She knew all about the woes that troubled the boy's mother, how Mrs. Oliver had struggled in raising her son all alone and how the little brat was a source of irritation and disappointment. This recent bout of perversion - so common in young boys that age - was particularly abhorrent to the elderly school teacher.

Nasty boy, she thought silently. How can that poor woman put up with such ugliness and sickness?

Of course, Gertrude Haggard fully endorsed the techniques and procedures practiced by her good friend Irma Tully. Irma was the master of controlling young males and took great joy in her vocation. Whether it was a paddling in the parlor or soft whimpering behind closed door, Irma Tully knew all the tricks of the trade and was more than willing to use them on any boy who crossed her path.

Gertrude herself had implemented similar measures many times in her own past, though not with the same maternal affection and charm. She had cast herself in the role of the strict and harsh disciplinarian, literally of the "old school of thought" while her dear friend acted as the smothering, infantilizing grandmother. The contrast amused the elderly school mistress.

We make quite an interesting pair of old maids, she thought with a wrinkled smile.

"Shhhhhh, listen," the smiling Mrs. Tully whispered. "Do you hear that? Does it sound familiar to you?"

The two women strained their ears. A sobbing voice could be heard, accompanied by a girlish giggle. The sounds came from the ventilation duct located strategically over the sofa, right between Mrs. Haggard and her good friend Irma Tully. The acoustics were remarkable, allowing the two old women to listen in on most of the conversation going on between the children throughout the last half hour or so. The elderly matrons had enjoyed the fruits of their labor with good natured humor, saying little to one another but fully sharing a mutual appreciation.

But now things seemed to have taken a different turn and it was time to take action.

"They've been up there long enough, I suppose," the jolly babysitter chuckled. "Time to see what kind of mischief our little darlings have up to."

"Let me go check on them," Gertrude Haggard offered. "It's my turn to have a little fun for once."

"Oh, fine, go head and do what you want," the plump Mrs. Tully playfully replied. She gave her long-time friend a wink and a grin. "Far be it from me to deprive someone of a little joy in their life."

"You're so good to me," the teacher said as she rose from her seat.

It took hardly any time at all for the slender old woman to reach the bathroom. She could move quite quickly, despite her decrepit age and appearance, and she barely made a sound as she glided up the stairs and down the hall. Within moments she was standing at the bathroom door, watching with great interest the two children beyond.

It was just as she'd suspected. Samuel was laying prostrate on the laundry table, shamelessly masturbating and squirming about like an untamed animal. Standing alongside, her eyes wide with shock and horror, was a grimacing Marlene.

Outraged at watch she saw, Mrs. Haggard was about to burst into the scene when it suddenly occurred to her that things might not be as they first appeared. Her young student didn't seem at all fazed by the spectacle before her, As a matter of fact, Marlene carried herself as though she was in control of the situation. Mrs. Haggard for a moment, checked her anger and decided to observe for another moment or two. Her patience was quickly rewarded.

The naked boy suddenly stopped massaging himself. He tried to say something, but what Gertrude initially mistook for excitement and arrogance was clearly something else. His breath was deep and labored as he fought to speak. The elderly schoolteacher had fully expected the disgusting creature to mock his impressionable young female audience. Instead of laughter or sarcasm, however, she heard shame and contrition.

She smiled as he sobbed out his words.

"Please, Marlene, don't make me do this. Can't I stop? It's ... it's not right."

He started to say something else, but a suddenly assertive - no, make that aggressive - Marlene cut him off.

"Nooooo, you don't HAVE to jack off, baby doll. You can stop if you want. If you want you can wait and I'll tell your Nana on you and then I'm sure she'll want to take care of it for you."

Gertrude Haggard stepped backward, just a bit, and positioned herself so that she could watch the two children without being seen.

"Please, Marlene, I really don't wanna," sobbed the naked boy. "Don't make me!"

"Go ahead, stop if you like," the freckle-faced dominatrix said with a giggle. "Maybe your mommy can do it for you when she comes to take you home."

"Please, don't say that," Samuel Oliver whined. "I ... I'll do it."

"NO! Stop saying that ... you're mean! You're meeeeeeeeeeeean! Stop saying that, Marlene! Please stop saying that!"

"You want me to stop it? Then do what I say! Jack off for me or I'll make sure your mommy and Mrs. Tully and everybody else knows what a nasty little boy you really are! Then maybe they'll do it for real!"

There was a moment of silence, then Gertrude Haggard heard Samuel emit a whiny "Okaaaaaaaaaaaay ...."

"And stop calling me 'Marlene!' What is my name?"

A heavy sigh of resignation was followed by a soft stage whisper: "I'm sorry ... Miss Marlene."

The elderly school teacher raised an eyebrow. Her quiet afternoon suddenly was a lot more interesting.

* * *

Samuel Oliver was in a daze. Though he'd never drunk liquor before in his young life, he felt as though he was totally and completely inebriated. So much strangeness had happened to him in the past day or so - much of it in just the past few minutes! - he was beginning to wonder if it was all real or maybe, just maybe, it was another one of those crazy, weird dreams that he'd been having lately. Visits with his so-called "grandmother" were always odd and disorienting, but this was beyond anything he'd experienced before!

The naked twelve year old reluctantly rubbed his penis between his hands, sending a familiar and once-pleasant sensation through his body. He was so ashamed, masturbating in front of that stupid, ugly freckle-faced girl, but he didn't know what else to do. Eyes closed, he tried to imagine himself somewhere else, far, far away from his tormentor, away from this horrible house and its evil inhabitants.

For a moment he pretended he was safe and alone in his bed at home. That's where he wanted to be, in his own bed, under the covers, safe and protected and where no one could bother him. Oh, how wonderful it would be to escape from all this confusion and humiliation and torture. If only his mother could ....

No, he stopped at the thought of his mother. Or at least he tried to. As he stroked himself he tried not to think of his mother. That awful girl had said some horrible things about his mother and the things he might do with her. He didn't want to think about that. Not now, at least. Not while jacking off.

The problem is, when you try not to think of something, that's the one thing that you end up thinking of. And that's what happened. The harder he tried not to think of his mother, the more he did. The image of his mother filled his thoughts as he continued to masturbate. Her face, her eyes, her smile were all he could think about. He even thought about the occasional glimpse of her naked body and - to his horror - found himself oddly excited.

Samuel frowned. He tried to cast out the idea of his mother watching him. He tried not to think about what Marlene had suggested, how his mother should jack him off. How "that's something that only grandmothers and mothers do for their little boys." He really tried not to think about that. The problem was that became the only thing he could think about.

"Did I say for you to stop, sissy boy?" Marlene's voice chided him. "Do you want me to get Mrs. Tully's paddle?"

"No, please, don't," the frustrated boy whimpered. "I don't want any more spankings."

"Then get back to work!"

With his eyes clenched shut, Samuel Oliver resumed massaging his erection, doing his best to fight the oncoming sensation of orgasm ... and the images of his mother in his head, smiling and laughing and looking at him with a knowing smirk.

I don't want to think about my mom when "it" happens, he thought with a whimper. Anything but that ....

A series of other familiar faces suddenly flashed through the frantic boy's memory as he masturbated: Mrs. Tully's fat, laughing smile, full of smothering love and teasing glee; Mrs. Haggard's ugly, witchlike visage, cold, calculating and evil; the smirking, shiny-metallic smile of his newest archenemy, the hated Marlene Miller, mischievous, curious and mocking.

One other face entered the squirming boy's thoughts, one that disturbed him even more than all the others. For some reason the craggy, dirty mug of the strange Mr. McGillacuddy suddenly filled Samuel's thoughts, shoving aside all the others. For an instant the youngster welcomed the masculine decrepitude with a sense of relief. Anything to get his mother's image from his mind ....

* * *

As the masturbating boy writhed and struggled on the table before his captor, he found himself thinking about nothing but old Mr. McGillacuddy. Samuel remembered his earlier encounter with the elderly delivery man and the odd, lip-smacking look that haunted the youngster as he stood half-naked and crying in his grandmother's garden.

He's probably still laughing over all that, the shamed boy thought as he continued rubbing himself.

Samuel felt a slight thrill shoot through his body as an odd story began to play out in his mind. It began with him seeing the old man as he usually saw him, in his grandmother's flower garden. Samuel imagined himself wandering through the colorful clumps of blossoms in nothing more than his birthday suit, a bouquet of blossoms in one hand and that silly little watering can in the other. As silly as he felt - and no doubt looked - at least he was away from his grandmother and her awful friends!

In his thoughts Samuel Oliver then saw the grungy Mr. McGillacuddy appear at the garden gate. A leering smile covered the worn face. The young boy gritted his teeth as he thought about how vulnerable he felt in contrast to the old man's craggy features and rough clothes. He was ashamed and shy, but he just stood there as the unkempt delivery man leered and looked at him like a hungry wolf.

"Such a pretty little nymph," Mr. McGillacuddy said in a gruff, admiring voice. "So pretty, so delicious. I wouldn't mind taking ye home with me for an afternoon of fun."

Samuel didn't like where his thoughts were taking him as he masturbated, but try as he might he could not stop the images that came to him. In his imaginary scenario he felt a powerful weakness drain his will as the old man gestured to him to come closer. The naked boy did as he was directed, tiptoeing carefully across the soft grass and mulch until he was standing before the leathery smiling face.

"Yer comin' with me, my pretty," growled the old man. "We have's us a date in me cellar. Just you and me and nobody else."

With a fatherly-yet-not-quite-fatherly-if-you-know-what-I-mean air, Mr. McGillacuddy swept the helpless child up in his arms. Samuel's naked body itched and twitched at the touch of the filth-encrusted sleeves of the old man's work jacket. The cactus-like whiskers scratched his face and the foul, tobacco-stained teeth smiled just inches from his watery blue eyes.

"Such a lovely little thing," the raspy, accented voiced croaked as the old man carried the naked boy away from the garden. "You and me's, we're gonna have us some fun."

Samuel imagined himself struggling, but the powerful arms - the same ones that carried bags of fertilizer and concrete bird baths into his grandmother's garden - held him as easily as the air held a floating soap bubble. The panicked youngster struggled in vain as the old man took his time walking through the neighborhood. No one seemed to notice the naked boy except to smile and wave.

At long last the old man came to an ancient looking house. A cellar door was opened and Samuel felt a rush of cool air sweep over his bare skin.

Strong, vile fingers pulled Samuel's hair, forcing him to look up at the horrible face. He felt ill as a slimy tongue licked the leathery lips and yellow teeth. Rough fingers caressed his naked legs and he squirmed helplessly as a cruel thumb dug its way deep in between his soft white buttocks.

"Stop it, please, mister! You're hurting me! I wanna go home!"

"Ye ain't goin' no wheres, my little pretty. You're mine, now, all mine," Hugo McGillacuddy said with drooling smile. "Just remember, me lovely. If I can'ts haves ye, nobody can."

"What are you doing to me?" he begged as a musty smell tickled his nose. "What's going to happen to me?"

"I'm going to paddle your little bottom," an ancient feminine voice answered. "But first things first, I'm going to put a stop to your nasty behavior!"

Samuel Oliver paused for a moment. It took him a second, but then he realized where he was. He wasn't in the hands of that evil Mr. McGillacuddy. Instead, standing over him instead was the dreaded Mrs. Gertrude Haggard! And beside her was a smiling Marlene Miller.

His bad dream had just turned back into a nightmare.

* * *

Marlene Miller couldn't believe her good luck. She just spent the past several minutes watching a naked boy masturbate himself and now she was being treated to the spectacle of him getting punished by her favorite teacher.

How great is this? the freckle-faced girl thought giddily to herself.

"If you can't learn to control yourself I suppose we're going to have to do it for you," Mrs. Haggard said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice as she easily subdued a whimpering Samuel Oliver.

Marlene watched in amazement as the stern school teacher smacked the unfortunate boy's hands aside and grabbed hold of his erect penis. The young girl winced at the cold, rough manner in which her teacher handled the pink appendage. Samuel's face was a mixture of agony and grief as the old woman slid her free hand under the struggling boy's bare bottom and dug in deep between his chubby unprotected butt cheeks.

"Please, not that! Nooooo ...," he whined.

"Shush!" the old woman hissed. "I'm going to break you of this nasty habit once and for all!"

For a moment Marlene thought Samuel would fight the rude intrusion, but to her surprise the naked boy fell limp under the old woman's spell. She watched with fascination as Mrs. Haggard expertly pumped the youngster's organ and massaged his bottom with a skill that told of years of experience and knowledge.

"Well, you did better than I expected," Marlene's teacher said as she worked. "Much better indeed."

The freckle-faced girl frowned. "I did, Mrs. Haggard? I did what better?"

Marlene glanced down and cast a sheepish grin.

"Now, come close and pay attention," Mrs. Gertrude Haggard said with the air of someone lecturing a classroom full of students. "One thing you must understand about the male animal is that he loves masturbating. Lonely old men, smart-mouthed little boys, they all suffer the same ailment. No matter how much he may protest, no matter if he sheds any tears or he acts like he doesn't, there is nothing he'd rather do than pull on this ugly little thing, day in and day out. It's up to us females to regain control and put them in their place."

"I understand," Marlene said with a hoarse voice.

"I have no doubt that you do." The old teacher winked at her and grinned. "Now darling, would you please look in the cabinet and look for something for me? It's a little amber jar. If you'll be so kind as to get it and a couple of cotton swabs I would be most appreciative."

Marlene Miller did as she was directed. Her face burned with excitement as she gathered together the requested items. She was about to discover something really special. She wasn't sure exactly what, but she just knew it was some secret that she would never forget.

"I'm glad to see you already have on your gloves. Good girl!" Mrs. Haggard said. "Take off the lid and hand me one of the swabs, please."

The freckle-faced girl did as she was told. She was surprised to detect the smell of cinnamon and ... something else.

"What is it?" she asked innocently.

The old woman raised an eyebrow. "It's a secret formula our dear Mrs. Tully designed to keep little boys from doing ugly things," she said cryptically.

"I definitely smell cinnamon." Marlene took another whiff. "There's something else. It kind of reminds me of the peppers that grow in Mrs. Tully's garden."

"You are absolutely right," the old woman replied with a wink.

Samuel Oliver looked over to see the amber jar in Marlene's hands. The naked boy's eyes went wide with panic as he realized what she had.

Gertrude Haggard was unmoved by the naked boy's tears. "Really, young man, what kind of fool do you take me for? You're lying and you know it! You'd play with yourself twenty-four hours a day if someone didn't make you stop it. Besides, I do know why you're putting up such a fuss. You've received this treatment before. You should be used to it by now."

Marlene watched with delight and curiosity as her mentor removed her hand from Samuel's bare bottom and picked up a cotton swab. Dipping the tip in the gelatinous ointment, Mrs. Haggard expertly grabbed hold of his penis with her free hand and slid back his foreskin. She then applied a generous portion of the mysterious salve to his little "pink pearl," rubbing it in around and under the foreskin as well as along the shaft and to the delicate testicles.

"Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!!!" yelled Samuel Oliver in helpless agony. "It burns! It burns!"

"I suppose it does," the old woman said she dipped the cotton swab in the jar for a fresh dab of the mysterious concoction.

"No more, no more! Oh, please, Mrs. Haggard, no more!"

"Hush up, unless you want me to put you over my knee!"

The terrified boy bit his lip and fought to endure the torture in red-faced, tearful silence. Marlene licked her lips as she watched her teacher work on Samuel's penis. She felt like she was taking part in some ancient ritual and a feeling of privilege rose in her breast.

Samuel couldn't take it any more. "No, oh, gosh, no!!! It burns! It burns!" the poor boy cried over and over again.

Marlene could not take her eyes from the amazing scene before her. She winced as the old woman deftly used her thumb and forefinger to slowly and forcefully open Samuel's pee hole. The amazed girl's eyes went wide as goo-laden swab was then shoved down inside the slit and scrubbed up and down with a less than kind touch. The frantic boy squirmed as much as he could, but he couldn't go far under the elderly teacher's fierce grip.

"No! Nononononono!" he whimpered over and over again. "It hurts! Oh, gosh it hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt, you nasty little thing," Mrs. Haggard spat. "Consider yourself lucky! If your mother left you with me, I'd do this to you every day to make certain you didn't defile yourself with such perversions!"

The sobbing boy wiped his eyes and fought to catch his breath. "But it burns! It burns really, really bad!"

"I helped my mother cut peppers up in the kitchen one time," Marlene said nonchalantly. "The juice got on my hand and really burned."

Mrs. Haggard nodded. "And that's the idea. The more it burns the less likely he will be to masturbate."

"Oh, I see. That makes sense." The freckle-faced girl thought for a moment. She acted as though she was in class at school rather than watching her old teacher punish a naked boy. "I bet it will even hurt when he pees."

The old woman smiled. "Oh, it does. He'll be pretty miserable the rest of the day. You'll find him to be a most cooperative boy from now on."

Marlene Miller next watched as the old woman laid aside the cotton swab. Mrs. Haggard then dipped her forefinger in the old apothecary jar and pulled it out.

"You were right about the pepper juice on your bare skin. If you ever do this yourself make certain to always wear rubber gloves," she said with a flicker of humor. "I'm used to it, being the old lady that I am."

The curly-haired girl nodded as her teacher slid her hand in between Samuel's quivering ass cheeks. The panicked boy's eyes went wide as the long bony finger slid up inside him, delivering fire and humiliation deep inside his young naked body.

"That really ought to get his attention," the old woman said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

Marlene tried to think about what Samuel was going through. For an instant she closed her eyes and imagined her teacher's finger penetrating her bottom. Her cheeks reddened as she felt a sympathetic burning sensation deep inside her own body.

Wow, that must feel awful, she thought with a girlish giggle.

The blushing girl watched as Mrs. Haggard resumed working her other hand up and down Samuel's inflamed penis, evoking even more sobs and moans from the desperate youngster. Marlene's eyes were shiny with excitement as she watched with rapt fascination. She could only imagine the pain and agony that Samuel felt between his legs. She never felt more admiration for her teacher than at that very moment.

"Marlene, you can now fetch me a cloth, please," the elderly teacher said. "These things can get rather messy, you know."

Marlene nodded, then did as she was directed. She grabbed a face cloth from under the sink and returned to her station. She looked at the writhing boy before her and then at Mrs. Haggard. The old woman smiled.

"Like I said, when young boys can't control themselves it's up to us females to take matters in hand." She paused in pumping Samuel's penis and gave his bottom an extra hard poke. "There's a little spot way up inside them that you can use to make them behave."

"Oh, you mean the prostate," interrupted Marlene. "I know all about that!"

Mrs. Haggard paused a moment to consider her young student. The youngster blushed as she realized the implications of what she just said.

"I, um, I read a lot," she whispered shyly.

The old woman nodded. "Well, you are right. If you give the prostate a little push you can save yourself lots of trouble later on. The spicy salve adds a little reminder that there is a price to be paid for his shenanigans."

Marlene watched carefully as her hero played young Samuel like a musician playing a fine instrument. The naked boy squirmed and wiggled about helplessly, his face alternating between grimace and grins as pain and pleasure tore at him. It was only a few minutes, but to Marlene it created a lifetime of memories. Her eyes glazed over with the wonderful image of Samuel Oliver being fingered and molested by her personal hero.

"He's just about ready." The elderly teacher spoke as though she was teaching a class. "Here, why don't you take over?"

The transition went like clockwork. Marlene grasped Samuel's erection and took up stroking it without breaking the rhythm established by the elderly teacher. She masturbated him for several seconds when Mrs. Haggard made a second suggestion.

Marlene did as she was told, digging into the jar of Mrs. Tully's secret salve and getting a generous helping on the tip of her gloved finger. Her hand shook with excitement as she slid her finger under the quivering boy's buttocks and joined her teacher's finger in pressing against his butt hole.

"Go ahead, push your way in. It'll be a little tight, but he'll loosen up. There will be plenty of room for the both of us."

The curly-haired girl bit her lip and nodded. Sure enough, it took just a little push and she was in. Her finger followed the path established by her teach and in an instant she was up inside the whimpering Samuel Oliver as far as she could go.

"Oh, gosh!" gasped the anxious boy. "Please, be careful. Oh, gosh! Ooooooh ... gosssssshhh...."

"Oh, do be quiet, young man. You've nothing to complain about!" Gertrude Haggard snapped. "You'd think he'd never done this before, the way he's carrying on."

Marlene had to giggle. "Am I doing it right, Mrs. Haggard?"

"You're doing fine. Now we need to stimulate his prostate and drain as much semen as possible. That ought to keep him docile for a while at least."

The freckle-faced twelve year old nodded, her mind fully focused on the task before her. This was important, she knew, and she was not about to mess it up!

Marlene followed Mrs. Haggard's lead as the old woman made a subtle movement with the hand under Samuel's bottom. At the same time she grabbed the wrist Marlene was stroking with and showed her how to direct his penis toward his bare belly. The naked boy suddenly tensed up and went silent. An instant later he sighed and his penis spurted forth copious amounts of thick white spunk.

"Oh, noooo," the mortified boy cried out. "Aggghhhh! It hurts! It hurts!"

Encouraged by her teacher's actions, Marlene pushed the little bump in his bottom as hard as she could. A second and then a third stream of semen shot out of his pink pearl, forming a pool on his belly. She was in awe of the little sparkling dots of the stuff that decorated his torso.

It took a moment for him to recover and when he did Samuel Oliver starting crying again. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Haggard. I didn't mean to make a mess. Honest, I didn't mean to do that! I'm so sorreeeeeeeeee ...!"

"Don't lie to me, boy," the old teacher fussed as she wiped up the mess with the coarse wash cloth. "We all know it's not true. You'll go back to your old ways as soon as you can. At least now, though, you'll know what will happen if you get caught. And then maybe, just maybe, it might not be so much fun."

Marlene nodded. She was nearly ecstatic. To be shown such things, to be brought into a secret circle and exposed to such intimate knowledge and be given the tools of such power and control ... it was a special moment in her young life, one that she would never forget. Her ears rang with the musical sounds of Samuel's soft girlish voice as he cried and moaned in contrition. She thought about all the other boys she knew and how much she would love seeing them in his place. The image of this poor, disgraced boy so subservient, so weak and helpless would be imprinted in her brain for the rest of her days.

"This is just too wonderful," she whispered to herself. "This is indeed the best day of my life."

* * *

Samuel Oliver walked gingerly down the stairway, his bare feet padding softly on the antique hardwood floor. As hard as he tried to control himself, the fierce burning in his penis and bottom was still enough to make him cry. It was like he was on fire in the worst places imaginable.

Why me? he complained silently. Why are they so mean to me?

Behind him he could hear the whispering and giggling between the horrible Mrs. Haggard and that awful Marlene Miller. His body tingled with dreadful excitement as he thought about how silly he must look walking naked and red-faced before that terrible twosome.

Stupid old woman! Stupid ugly girl! I hate them both!

The youngster's mind reeled with the thoughts of what just happened to him. He felt so ashamed, but who wouldn't feel that way? After all, he'd been paraded around all day long in his birthday suit, poked and prodded and spanked over and over again. He thought about his friends from school and felt his stomach ache. He couldn't imagine any of them going through all things he'd had to endure.

Why me? he thought for the millionth time that day. What did I do to deserve all this?

The worst mistake he'd made was allow himself to be tricked into jacking off in front of that stupid Marlene. Not only did he shame himself while she watched, he'd gotten caught by that ugly old Mrs. Haggard! And then she poked him in the butt and ... and ... and ....

It was all very confusing not to mention humiliating. And painful.

Samuel cringed at the thought of Mrs. Haggard's bony old finger up his butt. At least when Mrs. Tully fingered him she was almost nice about it. Not this old witch. That ugly old woman slipped it in before he knew what was going on and set his bottom on fire. That hurt almost as bad as when she put that horrible medicine on his wiener!

I don't know which hurts worse, bottom or my dick! he thought in near absolute dejection. Why me?

I'm just glad it's all over with, the weary child thought as he approached the bottom of the steps.

The exhausted child looked up from his bare feet to see Mrs. Tully waiting, her arms outspread to him, a bright, welcoming smile beaming from her plump grandmother face.

"There's Nana's pretty baby doll! Come to Nana, you cute little thing, and let me give you a nice big hug."

Samuel Oliver sighed and fell into the fat woman's warm embrace. His face was immediately engulfed by her huge breasts, his nose filled with the scent of lilac powder and soap. The naked boy fought the urge to resist. Instead he did something he'd never done before. He hugged her back and found himself in her smothering, grandmotherly ways.

After all, what other choice did he have?

* * *

The remainder of the day was oddly normal. Marlene cuddled up on the sofa with Mrs. Haggard and perused a book on European music. Mrs. Tully was content to while away the time knitting and taking part in the conversation, her knowledge of the various musical styles catching young Marlene completely off guard.

And in the midst of this domestic trio a bashful Samuel Oliver knelt obediently beside his grandmother, his hands outstretched and holding a continuous loop of yarn.

Quiet and submissive, Samuel tried hard to be on his best behavior. Looking down at his naked body he blushed with embarrassment. But he didn't raise the least bit of protest. Glancing at the mirror on his grandmother's end table, he sighed as he saw the silly ribbon bows in his hair. Still, he didn't say a word.

Every once in a while someone - usually Mrs. Tully or Mrs. Haggard - would order the naked boy to perform some menial task such as fetching a glass of iced tea or taking the book across the room to check a point of fact or picture. He said very little, thankful for the moment to be practically ignored by his captors.

While the two older women hardly looked at him, Samuel could see Marlene watching his every move. Just a day before he would have reacted violently to being seen naked by a dumb old girl, but after the events of the past twenty-four hours that didn't matter much to him. Well, not too much. A flush of color still reddened his cheeks as he stood before the wide, staring eyes and a faint queasiness would tumble about in his stomach to hear her giggle at his expense.

In a moment of quiet contemplation he daydreamed about what he would do when he got out of this dreaded cottage at the end of the lane. Or at least he tried to. Attempts to think about ball games and time with his friends at school were in vain. Instead, faint images of himself in uniform playing second base or getting into mischief with the guys gave way to other thoughts. Intrusive thoughts, thoughts that seemed to be forced on him by some higher power or entity.

Samuel frowned as in his mind he pictured himself standing in a field of wildflowers, carrying a basket. He fought the unwanted thought, but it was as if some thing - or someone - was forcing the image on him. As the scene became clearer he imagined himself - what else! - completely naked, barefoot and bareheaded in a wilderness setting, far from home, far from school and anything else he might have recognized.

Samuel struggled to put such a ridiculous daydream out of his head, but the more he resisted the stronger it became. It was as real as a memory, as though it had already happened. In his imaginary world he collected flowers, red, yellow, pink and blue, and arranged them in the basket with loving care, something he would never do in real life.

His fantasy had him tiptoeing about in the most ridiculous, prissy manner, shy and vulnerable like a little child in his birthday suit, amidst the brightly colored flowers and the bright sun with white billowy clouds in a blue sky. And standing watch, just a few feet away, with a knowing smile and raised eyebrow was a freckle-faced girl about his own age. Wearing a flower print sundress and holding a thin, severe-looking switch freshly cut from a nearby tree, the girl fingered a pair of military field glasses hanging from a strap over her neck.

"Don't stop on my account, pretty boy," the grinning girl said. "Go on, unless you want me to give your fat little butt a switchin'."

Samuel Oliver blinked and shook his head. He looked down and saw that he was no longer in the field of wild flowers. Instead he was back in his grandmother's parlor, kneeling in his birthday suit and still holding up that ridiculous skein of yarn.

Across the room a grinning Marlene Miller watched quietly and carefully.

In her mind she pictured a blond, curly-headed boy standing naked in a field of wildflowers, wandering lost and alone among the blossoms, as helpless as could be ....

Irma Tully and Gertrude Haggard paused in their observations of the naked boy and the curly-haired girl before them. The two women locked eyes and smiled at one another. They had been down this road many times before and knew that it would not be long before their time would come to an end. The next generation laid before them and they were good with that. They had tamed a wild spirit and nurtured a shy one.

Gertrude Haggard's leathery, ancient face formed an endearing smile and she winked at her good friend. Irma Tully raised an eyebrow and smirked. The two old maids then turned their attention back toward the two children.

What a lovely way to spend a quiet Saturday afternoon.

* * *

Mary Frances Miller looked around the darkened house and flicked on the light. She blinked, looked at her sister and shrugged.

"I wonder where that girl is?"

Aunt Margaret shook her head. "Who knows? Who cares? I gotta go pee!"

Marlene's mother sighed as her sister set down her packages and headed for the bathroom. Shaking her own head, she put her purse on the hall table and turned to close the door. That's when she noticed the note on the door.

"This is pretty odd," she told her sister upon her return. "Marlene went next door."

Aunt Margaret blinked. "Next door? Next door-next door?"

"Next door." Mrs. Miller nodded. "To Mrs. Tully's. That's what this note says."

"That's pretty odd."

Mrs. Miller sighed. "That's what I said. What do you think it means?"

"I don't know," replied her sister. She pulled out a cigarette. "But I'm beginning to wish I hadn't gone shopping."

"Me, too."

* * *

The room was dark when Marlene's mother entered her room. She started to turn on the light when she realized her daughter was laying on the bed, apparently taking a nap.

"Well, hello, stranger," Mrs. Miller said, kissing the drowsy girl on the forehead. "We just got home. We brought Chinese."

"Good," replied Marlene with a yawn. "I'm starved."

"I, uh, I saw your note. So, um, you've been over at Mrs. Tully's all day? What's going on over there?"

"Oh, nothing much really. Did you know she's friends with Mrs. Haggard, my art teacher? We all had lunch together and drank coffee and had a wonderful time. Then I came home to study and I guess I fell asleep."

Mrs. Miller thought for a moment, then smiled. "So, um, what's up with that little boy that visits her? Did you play with him or anything?"

"I thought you didn't like boys. I thought you told me a few weeks ago that they were nothing but trouble."

"Oh, Mom, those guys were just ... well, Samuel's different."

"So you like him?"

With that the curly-haired girl rolled out of bed and headed out the door.

Mrs. Miller sighed and turned to follow her daughter. That girl! She says the strangest things sometimes.

Before leaving the room something caught her eye and she stopped. Sitting on Marlene's desk was an old pair of military style binoculars. They looked familiar to her. A warm tingling in her nose and eyes was quickly followed by an equally warm memory of the man to whom they once belonged.

I wonder what she's doing with these? she thought as she dabbed at an errant but precious tear.

Picking up the field glasses, the melancholy widow thought for an instant about her long lost husband. Muscle memory kicked in and she carefully put the rubber cups to her eyes, just as she'd seen her long lost love do so many times during long walks and hikes together.

She scanned the room absent-mindedly, more remembering than actual looking. The lenses showed little more than out of focus blurs as they moved across the wallpaper and bookshelves.

"These things never worked for me," she said aloud to herself.

Mary Frances Miller gasped as she suddenly saw a young boy standing naked, so close that she could have reached out and touched him. The image was faint and dim, as in a dream or a memory. But it was as real as she was. Dropping the glasses for an instant, she realized that she was looking out the window into the house next door. Mrs. Tully's house.

"What in the world ...?"

The lights were all out next door, which was usual for this time in the evening. The mystified woman squinted as she tried to see into the darkened windows. Nothing. She thought for a moment, then put the glasses up against her eyes, pointing toward the bedroom window of her eccentric neighbor.

It took a second to find the image, but then there he was, naked as the day he was born. Samuel Oliver stood shy and obedient before Irma Tully as she sat on the edge of her bed. The babysitter held a brush in her hand and was saying something to him. The bashful boy nodded his head and kept it lowered, as though he'd just been scolded. He also rubbed his bottom with his hand, gingerly and in obvious pain.

Mrs. Miller licked her lips as she realized what had just happened. She then watched, enraptured, as the old woman turned the naked child around and began brushing his curly locks. She moved the lens from his pouting face down his bare torso and paused at his limp penis. She licked her lips again as she marveled at what a beautify boy he was, just like those marble statues in the museum.

"My goodness, it's like being in the same room with them," the amazed woman said to herself.

Mary Frances Miller put down the binoculars and set them back where she found them. She looked about the room and pondered what she'd just seen. It didn't take long before she figured it out.

"That girl," she said with a rueful grin. "She's known all along. I wonder how much she really knows? I wonder how much she's seen?"

Marlene Miller's mother shook her head as she headed for the door. She paused and looked back toward the darkened window across the way.

"Margaret will never believe this," she said with a shake of her head.

Then she left.

The End