A Very Tully Christmas 2

By David

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A Very Tully Christmas

By David

The characters in this story are based on my series, Marlene and the Boy Next Door, which you can find at http://www.asstr.org/~puericil/david.html

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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 Two

It was a long drive to the airport. Denise Oliver had just dropped Samuel off with Mrs. Tully and now she was headed off for a well-deserved vacation. She couldn’t wait to get on the plane and away from her troubles. Between a high stress career and a constant feud with her ex-husband, life was way too complicated. Oh yes, she was most definitely looking forward to putting it all behind her, at least for little while.

The pretty woman hummed a cheerful tune as she drove, letting her thoughts bounce between her holiday plans and Samuel’s visit with his adopted grandmother. She couldn’t help but grin as she replayed their earlier argument in her mind. After this little conversation, whatever that sweet old lady did with him over the holidays was all right with her. A bare butt spanking and a little time out in his birthday suit wouldn’t hurt him as far as she was concerned. The truth was, she didn’t care if he went bare bottomed the entire time she was out of town on vacation!

“You’ll just you’ll just have to grin and ‘bare’ it for the rest of the year, baby doll,” she said with more than a bit of sarcasm. “Get it? The rest of the year? Now that’s funny!”

Denise laughed out loud at her little joke. Of course she knew all about Samuel’s visits with his grandmother and his grievances about bare butt spankings and those crazy stories about having to go naked all the time. At first she blew off his complaints as childish whining. But he persisted, giving her the most bizarre details and accusing his babysitter of making him go without any clothes for a whole day and, in a couple of cases, an entire weekend.

“You don’t understand, Mom,” the panicked child protested after the first few visits. “Old Lady Tully is always looking for a reason to spank me. And she doesn’t just take my pants down when she spanks me. She makes me go the rest of the day with no clothes on! Sometimes she even makes me go outside naked!”

“You’re lying to me, Samuel.” Denise couldn’t help but giggle. The thought of that nice old woman making her son run around in his bare skin was as amusing as it was ridiculous. “I can’t believe Mrs. Tully would do such a thing.”

“It’s true, Mom! She does it to me all the time! Last weekend she even made me go outside and work in her garden naked! It was awful!”

“Work in her garden? Naked? You mean, completely naked?” More curious than alarmed, she pressed him with her questions. “What did she make you do? How long were you like that? Was anybody else there? Did anybody see you?”

“Yes, with no clothes at all! She made me pull weeds and water her stupid flowers pretty much all morning.” The flustered boy frowned. “And yes, somebody saw me! That stupid Marlene saw me did!”

Denise raised an eyebrow. “Marlene? That sounds interesting. Who’s Marlene.”

“It’s not interesting! It’s stupid!” Samuel blushed in a combination of fury and embarrassment. “She’s this ugly girl who lives next door to Mrs. Tully. She’s always trying to catch me naked and Mrs. Tully lets her!”

“So what does this Marlene do when she sees you with no clothes on? Does she laugh? Does she cry? Does she run away? Does she come over for tea? Tell me more.”

Samuel thought for a moment the first time he stood in front of the freckle faced girl with his bare bottom – and front! – completely exposed to her viewing pleasure. He shook his head in an effort to erase that awful image from his mind. That’s when he remembered laying on the table in Mrs. Tully’s bathroom and how the mischievous Marlene had taken her turn in doing despicable things to his naked body ….

“Please, Mom! I don’t want to talk about it!” The red-faced boy crossed his arms and pouted. “It’s too embarrassing!”

To his credit, Samuel’s other stories were consistent in their frequency and increasing desperation, enough so to raise his mother’s curiosity. Denise finally asked Mrs. Tully about her son’s accusations and to her shock and surprise, they all turned out to be true! The bosomy babysitter didn’t deny anything and in fact she acted as though this was all normal behavior. Even more incredible, she was so charming with her explanation that she made everything sound perfectly reasonable.

“Well, it all started the first time I spanked our little Samuel and he threatened to run off,” the delightful woman said with a laugh. “He said he was going to tell his daddy on me. Well, the lord knows I’m too old to chase after him, and I couldn’t very well tie him up or lock in in the attic, could I?”

“No, I guess not,” Denise agreed. She gritted her teeth at the idea of Samuel running off to see his father. “You probably did the right thing.”

“Well exactly! His pants were already down when he said he was going to run away, so I just took the rest of his things and said, ‘Well, little mister, let’s see how far you get with no clothes!’ Almost immediately he turned into the perfect little angel and we’ve been the best of friends since. It’s amazing how quickly boys calm down when they’re in their cute little birthday suits.”

Denise tried not to smile as she imagined her son’s reaction to being rendered to his bare skin by his babysitter. “Okay, well, I see why you might have done that, I guess. That one time, I mean. And I don’t mind you giving him an occasional spanking on his bare butt. But going naked for an entire day? Is that really necessary every time he comes to visit? Is he still threatening to run off?”

“Oh, every now and then Samuel gets a little sassy and says he’s going to go live with his dear old daddy.” Mrs. Tully’s face took on a sly smile. “I know how you feel about that, so after a little butt warming and some time in his bare skin he changes his tune and forgets all about daddy. He’s so cute, following me around the house and playing out on the patio his little bare butt hanging out like that. He’s my little naked angel.”

Denise listened in fascination as the old woman talked at great length about how when she was young boys went bare all the time. As a teenaged girl Irma babysat her brothers and cousins as she grew up, and sending them out to play in their birthday suits was perfectly acceptable at the time. Things hadn’t changed much since, as far as she was concerned.

“Little boys still need plenty of sun and air. It’s healthy and they just love it. I don’t know why Samuel complains to you so much about all this. He’s probably just a little shy. Believe me, he absolutely loves running around in his birthday suit. You should see him in my flower garden, playing and giggling and just having a wonderful time. Sometimes he even helps me plant bulbs and weed around my marigolds. He’s such a delight and a pleasure to care for.”

Denise nodded, thinking about what Samuel told her about the garden. “He did say he helped with the weeding and watering. He didn’t make it sound like much fun.”

“Oh, that’s silly! He just loves the water. With all the heat we’ve had this summer I just turn him loose with the hose while I sit back and watch him play.” The old lady winked. “I do have to admit I sometimes encourage him to go in his bare skin when he helps in the garden. That’s so he doesn’t get his clothes all wet and muddy. He makes such a mess and it saves me from doing all that laundry. When he wants inside all I have to do is hose him down, stick him in the tub and he’s sparkling clean, inside and out!”

“Well, that certainly makes sense.” Denise tried to picture her pouty Samuel playing in the elaborate garden behind Mrs. Tully’s home, giggling and prancing about in the nude, his blond locks flying amidst the colorful blossoms. The image struck her as being both amusing and sweet.

“But what if the neighbors see him?” She was extremely curious if not still a bit skeptical about her babysitter’s methods. “I mean, it’s not like he’s a toddler. He did just turn twelve, after all. Aren’t you afraid they might say something? What if they complain? What about that little girl from next door?”

“Little girl? Who, Marlene?” came the jovial reply. “Oh, such a sweet girl! She’s not so little, though. She comes over and helps me watch Samuel when I’ve got guests or chores to do. She’s fine with seeing him birthday suit. They’re quite the friends, though she’s a bit mature for her age. Her mother knows all about Samuel and neither of them give a care.”

The smiling woman lowered her voice to a conspiratorial level. “If you ask me I think our little baby doll has quite a crush on her. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

Denise smiled. “I hadn’t heard anything about that. You mentioned Marlene’s mother. She hasn’t complained, then?”

“What is there to complain about? A little boy having fun? I know you think he’s all grown up, but Samuel is still just a little boy. Nobody cares what little boys do as long as they’re having fun and not getting into too much mischief.”

“Well, I guess that’s all right ….”

“Oh, of course it is! You should try it sometime.” The delightful woman gave little giggle and a wink. “After all, you are his mother. You can do anything you like!”

In the days that followed Samuel’s mother gave that conversation more than a little thought. Okay, so what if Mrs. Tully is making him run around naked all the time? So what? It didn’t hurt anything and he was no worse for it. In fact, he seemed to be much better behaved and way more respectful. Maybe going without his pants wasn’t so bad after all.

“It’s not I haven’t done the same,” she said to no one in particular.

The truth of the matter is that Denise Oliver was no prude herself when it came to punishing her son. She’d been paddling Samuel’s bare butt ever since he was little. It was a quick, easy and effective way of making him behave. Sometimes she even made him stand in the corner with his pants down to ponder his crimes. She smiled as she pictured her little cutie facing the wall during one of his punishments, his bare buns glowing pink and a bashful, regretful expression on his precious face.

The past couple of years, however, none of that seemed to do much good. Puberty brought a whole new set of problems, along with complications from the divorce and her ex-husband’s neglectful attitude. Besides, spanking a twelve year old was a lot harder than a first grader and yelling only made things worse. As Samuel grew he was slowly getting out of control, causing his mother to worry about his future.

But then Irma Tully popped up out of nowhere with a smile and a wink, and life suddenly took a turn for the better. Like a miracle worker, this sweet, grandmotherly old woman offered Denise a soft shoulder to cry on, inexpensive babysitting services and an effective solution to handling Samuel’s increasingly rebellious behavior. True, she was a bit old fashioned and quirky in her methods – Samuel’s complaints were testament to that! – but things were so much better at home now. There was a lot less drama in the house, he quit associating with that rowdy crowd at school and his grades had even gotten better, which in itself was amazing! It was like he was a completely different child.

It wasn’t long before Denise adopted some of Mrs. Tully’s methods at home, using them for everything from rowdy behavior to lying about homework to showing disrespect. In accordance with Mrs. Tully’s guidance, there was no longer such a thing as a quick spanking in the Oliver household; that would too easy and too easily forgotten by both mother and son. Each punishment had to be memorable; long and slow would ensure the learning of the lesson.

“Take your time between smacks to enjoy yourself,” Mrs. Tully said with a wink. “That gives him time to think about what he did wrong. Maybe pause a moment to sip a cup of tea or some coffee while you’re at it. No need to get into a hurry. The longer it lasts, the more of an impression you’ll make.”

“I see what you mean,” the young mother said. A plan began to form in her mind and she was excited about the possibilities. “I have to admit that I tend to rush things. I never really gave much thought on how to do something like this. I just did it and went on to the next thing.”

“Think quality over quantity,” replied the happy babysitter. “You can’t rush these things. There’s nothing more important than the proper discipline of a precious child. I could spend all day with Samuel over my lap, he’s such a joy to be with.”

As she drove Denise thought about the pleasure she experienced seeing Samuel’s adolescent body draped over her lap after each spanking, his plump, pale bottom all red and blotchy with her handprints. She remembered the sense of satisfaction she felt in hearing his sobs and feeling him tremble with grief against her legs. Her hand tingled from giving his bare butt such a beating, but the end result made it worthwhile. His spirit was broken so badly that he didn’t even bother to complain when she put him in “naked time out.”

“Goddamn, Denise, you are such a pervert!” she said with sheepish laugh. “’Naked time out?’ Really? Goddamn, I really am a bad mother!”

She got the idea of “naked time out” from Mrs. Tully, of course. It began as a simple experiment, just to see how far she could take it. Samuel was already used to standing in the corner with his pants down. This was practically the same thing, only completely different. She made Samuel take his naked time outs mostly in the kitchen where she could keep an eye on him. There she could sip a cup of coffee and read the paper while he did his lessons or did some mundane chore without distraction. He usually stood because his bottom was too sore to sit, which she found most amusing.

“That’s what he gets for making mama angry,” she said with a laugh.

The young woman lit up a cigarette as she drove. Her heart raced and her face turned pink as she thought about how much her curly headed little angel hated his new routine. Samuel always seemed so self-conscious padding about barefoot on the cold kitchen floor, surrounded by all the bright lights and open windows. Every time there was a knock at the door or if the phone rang, he would beg her to not tell anyone he was there. She couldn’t help gloating as she pictured him standing awkward and shy in his bare skin, unsure of what to do or say.

“Can’t I please go put some pants on?” he would plead. “Please, Mom? Pleeeeasssse?”

“There’s only one person who wears the pants in this family,” Denise would remind the blushing boy. “And right now it’s certainly not you, little mister!”

Denise Oliver found the sight of her son wandering about the house naked strangely rewarding. Not only was he pleasant to be around, he looked just plain adorable with his red bottom and long curly locks. Sometimes she almost felt guilty at taking advantage of the poor boy, but the peace and quiet they shared during such moments was just too divine.

“No wonder Mrs. Tully lets him run around in his bare skin all the time,” she said wistfully. “He’s so cute when he’s like that, I could eat him up.”

She took a long drag from her cigarette as she relived the pleasure of taking control of what had once been a hopeless situation. It didn’t take long for Samuel to become – in Mrs. Tully’s words – a perfect angel. But that wasn’t quite good enough. Despite her son’s improved behavior Denise began actively seeking reasons to spank him, at least once a week, maybe more if she was lucky. That’s when she realized that this was more for her amusement than for any real need.

She exhaled the sharp mentholated fumes. “Oooooo, you’re so evil,” she said with a sultry, throaty laugh.

Indeed, Denise Oliver had plenty of reason to feel evil. A part of her worried that she was having way too much fun at Samuel’s expense. It concerned her how much she enjoyed staring at her son’s body whenever she disciplined him, but she couldn’t help it; he was so adorable in his bare skin. His smooth, slender legs, pudgy belly and plump bottom made for an interesting sight, and those long curly blond locks brushing against his naked shoulders were mesmerizing.

Though she didn’t quite yet have the nerve, Denise often fantasized about following Mrs. Tully’s lead and keeping her son completely naked for entire days at a time. Maybe after she got back from her Florida trip. Summer was too far off. When was spring break, anyway …?

“Oh, Samuel would just hate that! Too bad, so sad!” The pretty woman gave her reflection a sly wink in the rear view mirror as she sped toward the airport.

“Too bad, so sad ….”

She blew her horn and passed a slow moving truck. Idiot driver, he probably worked for her ex-husband’s company. Yep, there was the logo. If figured.

Back to more pleasant thoughts, Denise pondered how Samuel looked more and more like a pretty young girl, even when he was naked. He was at that age where he was on the verge of becoming masculine. Thank goodness his body was so smooth and hairless and his little wiener was still, well, little. Especially after a spanking, when it withdrew so small all she could see was the little pink tip. How sweet was that?

The young mother smiled at the memory of her effeminate son standing shyly before her, playing with his long curly hair, twirling it in his finger over and over again.

I wonder if it’s time to get him a trim?

Nah.

Nothing was perfect, of course. Adolescence was looming, to include that annoying, nasty thing Samuel did with his pitiful little penis when he was alone. Ugh! She was truly surprised he hadn’t worn the poor thing out already. She talked to Mrs. Tully about that and she came away with a little wisdom. They both agreed that while masturbation was something all boys did, they could use this disgusting habit to their advantage.

“Don’t be afraid to confront him at every opportunity,” Irma Tully advised with a mischievous smile. “As soon as you suspect he’s playing with himself, or he’s about to do so, bring it out in the open. Shine a light on his nasty little habit … and his nasty little thing! Don’t be afraid to say something or expose his dirty secrets! Boys just hate talking about these things, especially with their pretty mothers, so use that to your advantage and have fun with it!”

“Especially with their pretty … mothers …?” Samuel’s mother whispered to herself. She felt a warm flash sweep over her. “That does sound like fun ….”

Denise thought about that for a long time. She was weirdly excited by the old lady’s words and she took her suggestions to heart. Sparked by a dark, forbidden curiosity, she went on the offensive to catch Samuel in the act of masturbating. She immediately stripped away all semblance of privacy in their home, setting little traps here and there, snooping through her son’s things whenever she could, looking for any sign of illicit behavior. It was her home, anyway, so she had every right to know what was going on under her own roof, right?

Right?

One of her favorite games, quite naturally, was to barge into her son’s room unannounced when he was changing clothes or getting ready for bed. Sometimes she randomly popped in throughout the day, just to see if she could get lucky. She did the same when he was in the bathroom longer than a minute of two, and the results were as hilarious as they were awkward. She couldn’t count the number of times she caught him in the middle of peeing, standing over the toilet with his penis in his hand. She’d give him an aloof, warning look and stare at his cute little organ until he was done and all zipped up.

“Mom, do you have to do that? It’s embarrassing!”

“Hey, I have to make sure you’re not shaking it more than twice,” she tease. “Jacking off is a punishable offence, you know.”

“MOM!”

“Don’t forget to wash your hands!”

Within a couple of weeks her efforts paid off. In the midst of an impromptu inspection of his room she smelled something funny in his drawers and found the sticky evidence of someone masturbating into their socks.

“These are for your feet, not your nasty little wiener, baby doll,” she teased as she held the soiled sock up like some sort of trophy. “Don’t be such a perv!”

“Yes, ma’am,” the contrite offender whispered in reply.

During another search she found her twelve year old son’s stash of girly magazines – “borrowed” from his father, of course. Denise waved the pages of naked women in his face as she scolded him.

“You certainly like looking at all the pretty naked girls, right? Right? Hmm? Hmm? Am I right?”

Samuel nodded. “I … I guess so.”

“Of course you do. Why would you be any different?” She smacked him on top of the head with one of the magazines. “You listen to me, little mister! Don’t you ever, EVER complain to me the next time I make you go around in your birthday suit! Do you hear me? If you get to look at naked girls, then why shouldn’t I get to look at pretty little naked boys? Answer me that, little mister! Did you hear me? I want an answer!”

The flustered boy blinked back his tears. “I don’t know what to say,” he whispered hoarsely.

“You don’t know what to say? Well, how about this? How about I invite a bunch of girls over here to take your picture and put that in a magazine. Or better yet, how about a bunch of ugly old men? You can prance around like one of your little fantasy playmates, all pretty and sexy, while those old perverts all jerk off. What do you think about that? Hmm? Hmmm?”

The tearful boy had no answer. In fact, he became so upset being confronted with the sleazy evidence of his crimes that he almost had an asthma attack! As she helped him regain his breath Denise felt so sorry for the poor child she gave him a pass on his whipping. But not without a warning that next time she wouldn’t be so forgiving.

“I swear to God, Samuel, if I ever catch you with anything like this again I will do as I promised! I’ll get a bunch of strangers to come over and let them stare at your pretty little ass all day long!”

Denise Oliver’s boldness became formidable and she eventually caught her son actually hands on jacking off one Saturday morning when he was supposed to be getting ready for his shower. She simply barged in without an announcement and caught him in the middle of his disgusting little act of defilement. The sight of Samuel standing in front of the bathroom mirror was priceless, naked as the day he was born, rolling his little dick in between his hands, his face red and his eyes clouded with that silly, dreamy look. As much as she hated to admit it, he was quite adorable, despite his disgusting behavior.

“How can something so nasty be so cute?” she said with a girlish laugh. She then let out a regretful sigh. “Poor little thing. Why couldn’t he just stay sweet and innocent and never grow up?”

Denise replayed that scene over and over in her head and giggled. It was one of her favorite memories. Seeing the expression on Samuel’s face when he realized he’d been caught was one of her most precious memories. In an instant he went from boyish pleasure and ecstasy to horror and shame, and all she had to do was stand there and look at him. How easy was that? She probably didn’t have to spank him, he was in so much pain as he stood before her disapproving stare; then again, it would have been a sin to pass up such a perfect opportunity.

The rest of the day didn’t go well for Samuel. He spent the remainder of the day standing at his station at the kitchen counter writing over and over again, “Please forgive me for being a little pervert.” In total, he wrote that sentence one thousand times, small price to be paid for his crime, according to his mother.

“I won’t do it again,” he sobbed as he turned in his work. “I promise, mommy.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Denise scolded him. “You’ll do it again. And when you do I’ll catch you and you’ll get punished again. Maybe I ought to tell Mrs. Tully what you’ve been up to.”

“No! Please Mom, don’t tell Mrs. Tully! Please, not that ….”

As much as she hated the idea of her little one jacking off like a common pervert, Denise Oliver couldn’t get the thought of her son masturbating out of her head. She wondered if any of her friends thought like this and shared her obsession with their son’s private habits.

“Goddamn … I am such a bad mother ….”

Even now, as she drove to the airport on her way to a lovely vacation, she imagined what Samuel looked like when she caught him pleasuring himself. With his long curly hair and sleek, effeminate figure, he didn’t at all resemble a rough and tumble schoolboy, all dressed up in his jeans and sneakers and hanging with his friends. Instead, he looked more like one of those little concrete statues you see in parks and gardens, you know, the little cherubs peeing in a bird bath or fountain?

Hmmm … maybe not a cherub, she thought. Maybe a little angel ….

“I ought to get Mrs. Tully one of those statues for her garden,” the pretty woman said as she put out her cigarette. “Knowing her, she’ll just LOVE that!”

There was that truck again. Thank goodness for the exit ramp. Just another mile to the airport and I’m off for Florida!

As she hit her blinker Denise wondered what Mrs. Tully really had planned for the holidays. The image of Samuel standing before the bosomy babysitter, getting the scolding of a lifetime, flashed through her mind. She blinked and imagined him standing in his birthday suit, head down, eyes lowered, as the old woman shook her finger and fussed at him. Another blink and she pictured him bent over his grandmother’s ample lap, his arms and legs flailing, his bare bottom red hot from a series of long, unrelenting slaps.

What I’d give to see that, the pretty woman thought with a grin. Now that would be a great Christmas present!

To be continued ….

(The End)