A Week at the Beach

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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“Hi Peggy,” Mary yelled as the car pulled into the driveway. She turned and called into the house, “Stephanie, Marline, Aunt Peg is here!”

The two girls came running down the steps and out the front door to meet their aunt.

The woman embraced them, “My you girls are getting big. And so pretty too.”

Mary kissed her sister and they went into the house.

“I am like so totally looking forward to going to the beach with you, Aunt Peg,” Stephanie offered.

“Me too!” her 8-year-old sister put in. “I just wished our yucky cousins didn’t have to come too.”

Mary scolded the girls, “Dennis and Paul are nice boys. Besides they’re your cousins.”

“But mom,” Stephanie protested, “They always pick on us. Dennis thinks he’s such a big shot since he’s older. He’s *12* and he’s going to *Middle School*. La-de-dah! And Paul is no better and he’s only 10 like me!”

“Look girls, I know the boys have been difficult in the past, but your aunt and I have had a talk with your Aunt Laura and we’ve come to a ‘special arrangement’ that I think you girls will enjoy. This year it will be different.”

“What kind of arrangement?” Stephanie asked.

Mary looked at her sister. Peggy shrugged.

“Shall we tell them now?” Peggy asked.

“They’re going to have to find out sooner or later,” Mary replied.

“Tell us what?” Marlene asked.

-=o=-

“Do we have to go?” Dennis complained.

“Yes we do,” his mom replied.

“But they’ll be there!” Paul said.

“If by ‘they’ you mean your Cousins Stephanie and Marlene; then yes, they will be there. Your Aunt Mary is going and she can’t very well leave them behind, can she?”

“But they’re just a couple of dumb girls!”

“Paul Jason Mansfield! I ought to give you a spanking for saying such a thing. Mike, talk to these boys!”

Paul shut up immediately. There were changes in the household recently. Mom never used to spank the boys. Now she pulled their pants down and gave them a good whacking for the smallest of offenses.

The boys used to be able to appeal to dad who would often mitigate their punishment, but lately he seemed to take their mom’s side on everything.

In fact, the boys were supposed to go camping and fishing with him on this vacation, but instead mom told them they were going to the beach with their aunts and that was the end of the expedition.

Mike spoke to his sons. “Look boys, your mom and your aunts have this trip all planned out. It’s only for a week. You’ll be at the beach. Stephanie and Marlene are your cousins and you will treat them nicely. You will be polite to them and your aunts and your mom at all times. There will be no back talk, sassing or any other unruly behavior. You will behave as perfect gentlemen at all times and do everything your mom or your aunts tell you. Do you understand?”

Both boys bowed their heads and muttered a, “Yes, dad.”

“Good. Then it is settled. We leave tomorrow morning. We’ll get there and get the place set up. Your aunts and your cousins will arrive later in the day.”

-=o=-

“Omigod,” Marlene exclaimed as she looked over her sister’s shoulder at the book. “You can see his pee-pee. And who is that with him. It looks like his sister except she’s got all her clothes on and he’s completely naked.”

It was only a drawing, but a well-detailed drawing. The book was a story about a 12-year-old boy named Dennis and his 10-year-old sister, named interestingly enough, Stephanie. Aunt Peg found a publisher that custom fit characters for the story – you provided the girl’s name, her age, her school name, her hair color, her favorite doll’s name, etc. and they substituted them into the appropriate parts of the story to customize the protagonist to fit the girl who would be receiving the book as a gift.

Marlene’s book was similar and featured a naughty boy named Paul who also found himself naked in front of her.

The girls quickly figured out that this was no accident.

“Oh wow, is she spanking him!” Stephanie said reading further into her book.

“Let me see,” her sister said leaving her book for the moment and sliding over on the couch, almost sitting on Stephanie’s lap. “Why would he let her do that?”

“Why don’t you read the stories and find out,” Aunt Peg suggested.

The girls were so engrossed in their books that they had to be pried away from them to go eat.

“No you can’t take them to the restaurant with you,” their mom explained. “These are private books; only for family members. You can stay up as late as you want and read them tonight.”

As they drove to the restaurant the girls had lots of questions. “Where did you get these books?” “Do girls really do these things to boys?” “How come the girls have our names and the boys have our cousins’ names?” The last question finally hit home. “Can we do this kind of stuff when the boys come?”

“Would you like to?” Aunt Peg asked.

“Yeah, it would be a lot of fun,” Stephanie replied, “but Aunt Laura or Uncle Paul won’t let us.”

“Maybe they will,” their mom put in.

“But why?”

“You see, your aunt and I had a talk with Aunt Laura. We used to play with your Uncle Paul just like the girls in the book play with their boys. We tried to talk Aunt Laura into this a long time ago, but she wasn’t ready. Now that her boys are grown and getting into trouble, she sees the light; they need to be taken under control. I think we finally convinced her that female domination was a good thing.”

“Female domination?”

“Yes, that’s when women are in charge of men and girls get to be in charge of boys. It’s for the boys’ own good. They need the guidance us females provide. On their own, they would just get into deeper and deeper trouble.”

“Oh!” Stephanie said. She thought about it awhile and then added. “Does Aunt Laura play with Uncle Paul this way?”

Aunt Peg laughed, “I’m certain she does, but that’s not for you girls to discuss or even ask her about. Uncle Paul is an adult, and needs a grown up woman to take care of him. Your cousins on the other hand are just boys, so you can play with them.”

“Oh boy. I can’t wait until we get to the beach and play with the boys.”

“I’m not so sure that they will be as happy with it as you girls are,” Aunt Peg laughed.

-=o=-

Dennis and Paul grumbled as they helped their father pack the car. Normally trips to the beach would be fun, but having to spend time cooped up in an apartment with all those women and girls didn’t appeal to them.

Their dad was no help. Ever since mom took over, he took her side in everything. He even shaved off his mustache because she said so. Sometimes mom was on his case even more than she was on theirs. He was a man, an adult. He shouldn’t have to take it, but he did.

It was their bitchy aunts that did this. Ever since their aunts and mom and dad went away for a “retreat” a couple of months ago dad came back less of a man and mom took over more and more.

The boys could kind of understand Aunt Mary’s attitude. She had girls, so she favored them. Aunt Peg had no children, but she treated her nieces as little goddesses. Mom, and particularly dad, used to represent the boys’ interests in family affairs. Ever since the retreat, however, they increasingly took the side of the girls.

Mom had the whole trip planned. She decided when they would leave and the route they would take. She planned it so she could stop off at some outlet stores and do some shopping. If it were a mall trip, the boys would know where they could sneak off and have fun. At least they could window shop at the electronics or game shops.

Not so much at the outlet mall. It was clothing stores and shoe stores with a couple of kitchen stores sprinkled in. The boys just sort of milled around mechanically as their mom rummaged through racks and stacked her purchases on their father and them. Soon they were burdened down with her bags.

It was bad enough that she did shopping for herself but she apparently did shopping for her nieces as well picking up tights, panties, skirts, blouses, sneakers and other articles: all very feminine and befitting young girls.

When they finally reached the place where they were staying the boys were impressed. It was gated, so only members and guests could get access and was very private. Laura directed her husband and her boys to carry up all the luggage and bags and supervised their unpacking.

The boys were disappointed with the sleeping arrangements. They were to sleep on the fold out couch in the living room while their cousins got their own bedroom. Their mom explained it to them, “They’re girls and girls need their privacy. Boys do not need to be so modest.”

The boys were even more put out when their mom made them make up the beds in the girls’ room. “It’s only fair. We got here first, so we have to set the place up.”

-=o=-

The two women and two girls were on the road at last. Peggy’s phone rang. “Oh hi, Laura … Good, I’m glad you all got there safely … Oh, we just left about an hour ago. We should be there in a couple more hours if we stop for lunch … Do they now? … Well we’ll have to change that around tonight … Sure, they’re right here …”

Peggy passed the phone to the back seat. “It’s Aunt Laura, do you girls want to talk to her?”

The girls were eager to find out all about the beach and the place they were staying in and chatted for at least 15 minutes. They finally handed the phone back to their other aunt.

“That was good girls,” she smiled at them. “You didn’t ask anything about the boys. Remember what we talked about last night. You will get to play with them, but we have to keep this a secret up until the last minute. Only you, your mom, your Aunt Laura and I know about it. The boys are completely in the dark and even your Uncle Mike doesn’t know about it.”

After the promised couple of more hours they arrived.

“Wow, this is a neat place!” Stephanie exclaimed.

“Yes, and it’s very private, and that’s very important to what we have planned.” Turning to Peggy, Mary said, “How did you ever find out about this place.”

“From Maureen, she’s a member of that special women’s group I belong to. Her sister owns it and runs it.”

Upstairs the boys were fuming. Mom wouldn’t let them out on the beach or even off the front porch that faced the parking lot. She had a cooking program on TV and wouldn’t allow the boys into the girls’ room to watch TV there. “That room is for the girls. I don’t want you messing it up. You don’t go in there unless I or your aunts or one of the girls tell you that you can go in.”

The boys noted that their dad wasn’t included on the list of people who could grant access.

The boys complained about the selection of programming. There was a ball game on and they were missing it. “That’s tough,” their mother said. “Maybe you should read a book.”

“We didn’t bring any books,” Dennis said.

“Well maybe when the girls get here, they’ll let you read theirs,” their mom giggled.

There was a knock on the door and warm embraces between Laura and her sisters-in-law. The two women just waved at their brother, “Hi Mike.”

Mary handed him the key to her car. “You and the boys go down and unpack the car and bring the stuff up here. Make sure you get everything.”

It was only two women and two girls, how much stuff could they have. Each of the girls had two small suitcases plus the bags they carried with them. Mary had one large suitcase but Peggy had two large suitcases, one of which seemed rather heavy for clothes.

The man and boy struggled with the luggage and got it all upstairs.

Laura pointed to the bedroom where she and her husband were staying. “Put our suitcases in there and also Peggy’s big brown one. Peggy’s other suitcase and Mary’s will go in that bedroom and the girls’ suitcases will go in their room. Now chop-chop! Let’s get moving!”

Once the luggage was sorted out into the respective rooms, Mike disappeared with Laura and Peggy into the main bedroom.

That left Mary in charge. “You boys help the girls unpack.”

“Why should we? It’s their stuff. You can’t tell us what to do. You’re not our mom.”

“I am your aunt and I am in charge, just like the rest of the women in this apartment.”

She delivered that last sentence so firmly that the boys could only muster a meek, “Yes, Aunt Mary.”

The girls directed the two boys in their unpacking telling them where to place their clothes. Underwear had to be folded and put in the drawer along with socks. Blouses were hung up on hangers and skirts had to be put on special hangers. Shorts and swimsuits went in their own drawer and shoes and sneakers were neatly lined up at the foot of the bed.

As a finishing touch, the boys were directed to prop up the stuffed animal each of the girls brought on her pillow.

As the task was completed Aunt Mary said, “You girls are going to have a lot of fun. I bought a lot of new clothes and we can play dress up. I had the boys put the clothes in the hall closet.”

Now that the boys had unpacked the girls’ clothes they did notice something odd about their mom’s purchases. Some of the outfits did look like the appropriate size for the girls, but the rest looked too big to fit them.

By this time, they were in the living room and could hear feminine giggling and laughing coming from the main bedroom. The door opened and out stepped the boys’ dad – in a maid’s outfit, complete with heels.

“Girls,” Aunt Peg said, “Meet Michelle, she’ll be our maid for the week. She will be assisted by her two associates, Denise and Pauline.”

The boys were too shocked to even decipher the sentence. First there was the shock of seeing their father dressed like a maid, and then there was the question, “Who are Denise and Pauline?”

Stephanie and Marlene were doubled over with laughter at the sight of their uncle so ridiculously dressed.

Finally Dennis managed to mouth, “Dad?” He turned to his mom and his aunts, “This is a joke. Right?”

“It’s no joke,” their mom said. “At first I didn’t think it was a good idea, but I caught your father drifting into some bad habits. Then you boys started getting older and into trouble like boys do. I turned to your aunts for advice.

They told me how important it was for women to take control of men. They used to take care of your father when they were kids. That’s why he was such a nice and loving man and good role model for you boys. But I didn’t discipline him when he made mistakes and I wasn’t firm enough with my guidance so he became lax.

That’s when your aunts suggested that I take control. I did and now your dad is becoming a better man. Isn’t that right dear?”

Paul nodded and said, “I missed having my sisters in charge of me when I married your mom. I was afraid to bring up the subject with her because I was afraid she would think I was less of a man. Besides I thought she expected me to make all the decisions.

Now that she’s in charge I feel better. I don’t like it when she spanks me or punishes me, but I know it’s for my own good. I feel good obeying her and doing what she says because it relieves me from having to decide what to do. Your mom is a lot smarter than me in a lot of ways and she’s always right.”

Laura picked up the conversation. “So your aunts decided that it would be a good idea for you boys too. At first I objected. You are after all, my own sons and there is this taboo about incest.

Then they explained to me that there is nothing sexual at all about it. It is simply discipline. That’s when they suggested getting your cousins involved. You need to be disciplined and led by girls closer to your own age. You have to listen to me, I’m your mom. That doesn’t drive home the point of female rule.

But the girls are younger than you. When you obey them you obey them because they are girls, not because they have any other authority over you. When they discipline you, they do so with the authority of their sex and for no other reason.

Now, your aunts and I will watch over them and guide them to make sure they understand their limits. We are not going to allow the girls to harm you. This is also training for them too. They have to learn to take their rightful place in the world as confident women.”

“They … they … can’t spank us,” Dennis asked.

“When I said that we would not allow the girls to harm you, I meant permanent harm. I didn’t say that they couldn’t hurt you. Some forms of discipline, like spankings, involves pain. But pain with a purpose is good pain. The physical effects of a spanking don’t really last that long. It’s the lesson you boys will learn that is important. We’ll make sure the girls learn how to give a spanking properly so they will leave an impression on you without injuring you.”

There was some silence and then Aunt Peg said, “OK Michelle, why don’t you go into the kitchen and make us some tea and fix us some snacks?”

“Yes, Ms. Peggy.”

“Oh yes, that’s one more thing. You will address us all by our proper title. For this week, and while we are in private other times, you will address us as ‘Ms.’ There will be no more mom or auntie.”

“Does that mean them?” Paul asked pointing at the girls.

“Yes it does. That is Ms. Stephanie and that is Ms. Marlene.”

Aunt Peg nodded to the girls. “Are you ready?”

They nodded back.

“Then go ahead. You’re going to have to start sometime.”

Stephanie stood in front of Dennis. Her sister did the same with Paul.

The young girl took a deep breath and held it and finally blurted out, “Dennis take off your clothes.”

Her sister, having the ice broken for her just said, “You too,” to the boy in front of her.

The boys looked from face to face like cornered animals. There was no sign of softening. The women looked on sternly. Their dad just bowed his head and avoided eye contact. The girls stood there, arms crossed and smiling with new found power.

“Mom?” Dennis feebly protested.

“You heard the girl, take off your clothes.”

Dennis looked to his father. Then saw how he was dressed and realized it was futile to ask for help there.

“I’m not going to do it!” He said finding the last vestiges of his spine.

“You will do it. I’ll spank you if you don’t do it now. Then you’ll still have to do it. The choice is yours. I bet I have a lot of spankings left in my hairbrush.”

The boys were in tears as they slowly shed their clothes. Paul was so far into shock, he just did it mechanically and was actually the first to get undressed. Dennis was trying desperately to hang onto his dignity, but it was a doomed battle.

“Now stand up boys,” Laura commanded. “Let the girls get a good look at you. Put your hands on your heads. … Go ahead girls, take a walk around.”

“Oh what cute buns they have,” Stephanie exclaimed.

“At the moment, they are white,” their mom said. “They’ll be pretty tanned by the end of the week though.”

Marlene was more interested in what was up front, “They got such cute penisisis,” she said stumbling across the word.

“Penises,” Peggy said, laughing. “You can go ahead and touch them if you want.”

“Can we?” Stephanie asked. Although she was the senior sibling, she seemed to be more hesitant with the idea female domination than her more adventurous younger sister.

“Sure, go ahead.”

Marlene reached out and immediately took a grip on Paul’s penis. “It feels funny,” she said as she touched it.

Stephanie put a tentative finger to Dennis’ organ.

Meanwhile Marlene was poking and prodding Paul’s penis with a mixture of scientific interest and little girl curiosity. “Look at it! It’s getting big!”

“That’s called an erection, dear. Remember reading about that in your book. It means that Paul likes what you are doing to him.”

Stephanie looked over, “Can I see? Can I touch it?”

Aunt Laura told her, “You have a boy of your own. Do to Dennis what Marlene did to Paul.”

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt him.”

Her aunt went on to explain, “You see those things hanging down underneath?”

“Yeah.”

“Those are his balls. Actually, they’re called testicles but you can say balls. Those are very sensitive and you can hurt a boy really bad if you kicked him there or if you grabbed hold of them and squeezed them. So be careful with them.

The penis itself is rather tough. It’s not as strong as a hand or a foot, but you can play with it very vigorously.”

“How do you know so much about it?”

“Let’s just say from ‘hands on’ experience. Your mom and aunt are good teachers.”

Stephanie soon had Dennis completely erected. “Look at that, it’s standing out all on its own.”

“Very good dear. I’m so proud of you girls.”

“It feels really funny. Like it’s hard in the inside but soft and squishy on the outside.”

The women left the girls to their play. In the meantime Michelle returned with the tea.

“Do you girls want some tea and cookies?”

“Do we have to?” Stephanie asked, disappointedly.

“Of course not. You can have it later. Just ask one of us and we’ll have Michelle make it up for you. Keep playing if you like.”

Michelle served the tea to the women. Her duties being done, she was dismissed with a wave of Laura’s hand to go stand in the corner awaiting further orders. Meanwhile the girls played on as the women chatted away.

Mary kept an eye on her daughters. “I am certainly glad you thought of this idea, Peggy. I’ve been concerned about my girls’ confidence and self-esteem and just look at them. Ever since you gave them those books they’ve been bubbling over with enthusiasm.”

“Well it is time that they learned the real facts of life along with the biological facts of life.”

Laura said, “And it’s not bad for the boys either. Ever since you convinced me to take control over Mike, I’ve gotten a lot more help at home with the boys. He doesn’t stand in my way of disciplining them and supports me with everything I do. I want the same for my boys when they grow up. They are going to make some girls happy being faithful, obedient husbands.”

“I certainly hope that there are more faithful, obedient boys around for my girls to make into husbands.”

Peggy said, “Well we can look over the future crop while we are here.”

In the meantime, the girls were having a ball playing with and exploring their cousins’ bodies.

Laura suggested, “Girls, if you want to, there are clothes in the closet. You can play dress up with the boys.”

“Oh boy,” Stephanie exclaimed, jumping up and down with girlish glee.

“That’s my favorite game,” her sister added, “It will be so much fun with a real boy-doll. I like the baby boy dolls you got Stephie and me, but this is better.”

The bags were dragged out of the closet, and soon the room was an explosion of girl clothes, only boy-sized. Aunt Peg provide a couple of wigs she bought especially for the occasion.

The women got into it too. They sat and made suggestions, “Honey, why don’t you try the pink blouse on Dennis?” “Wouldn’t that mini skirt look good on Paul.” Eventually they all got lost in the game and into the role playing completely. The comments now addressed the boys by their feminine names. “I think that the sandals would go good with Pauline’s sundress.” “Marlene, why don’t you put some ribbons on Denise’s pigtails?”

The girls eventually tired of playing this game – for the moment. “When can we go to the beach?” Marlene asked.

“It’s getting a little late for that. Why don’t we eat? The hotel has some special events for you girls to do after dinner,” Aunt Peg suggested.

Laura directed her sons, “You boys take those clothes off. Then take all the clothes and everything else you’ve been playing with and fold them up and hang them up and put them away in the closet.”

Mary turned to her daughters, “Your aunt shouldn’t have to tell the boys to do that. You should take control. And not just when they make a mess. Just as Michelle is our maid to clean up after us, Denise and Pauline are your maids to clean up after you. Take advantage of them, you’ll only have them for a week.”

“I wish we could have them all the time,” Stephanie said, “They’re so cute and so much fun to play with this way. I can’t wait to get back home and tell Jennifer.”

“You’ll get your chances with the boys often enough during the year. After all, they are your cousins and we do visit one another often. But girls, we have to keep this strictly in the family. No outsiders unless one of us adults says she can participate.”

“OK, mom.”

Seeing the girls’ disappointment, Aunt Peg offered, “Come on girls, you’re on vacation. There’s a lot of neat things to do at the beach. You have the boys full-time when we are in the room, and there’s no telling how much fun you’ll have with the other girls and boys here.”

Dinner was a simple affair and a kids’ delight – hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. The boys ate naked – they were told not to get their good girl clothes messy. They helped their father with the cleanup and doing the dishes afterwards.

Peggy suddenly announced, “I’ll take the kids down to the rec center. The activity should be starting in about 10 minutes.”

“Activity? What kind of activity?” Stephanie asked.

“You’ll see when you get there. The women who run this place have something for kids to do almost every evening. It gives the parents some time alone away from their children so they can do ‘adult’ things.”

“Can we get dressed?” Dennis asked.

“Yes. You boys put on flip-flops and a pair of athletic shorts. No underwear. You won’t need it.”

Dennis and Paul were happy to get dressed, even if minimally for the first time in a couple of hours. They were almost getting used to being naked in front of their mom, their aunts and the girls.

“OK girls, it’s time to take the boys to the rec center. Now each of you take a boy by the hand.”

“Do they have to?” Dennis protested. Even though he and his brother had been poked and prodded and thoroughly examined by the girls, he still felt like touching one would give him cooties.

“Yes you do. The girls are in charge of you boys and it’s up to them to see that you get where you are supposed to be.”

“But they’re younger!”

“That doesn’t matter. They’re girls and that’s all that matters. For this week, and whenever you get together in the future, they will be in charge and you will obey them.”

Aunt Peg led the troop with Stephanie taking Paul’s hand and Marlene taking her older cousin’s hand. As they got on the elevator, they met another woman. She had a girl about Stephanie’s age and two boys about the same age as the girls’ cousins. The boys were dressed in flip-flops and shorts too.

The woman smiled at Peggy and said, “Is this your first time here?”

Peggy responded, “Oh no, I was here last year. I had such a good time that I brought my sister and brother and their families with me this time.”

“Are these your children?”

“No these are my nieces and nephews. I don’t have any children.”

“So this will be the first time for the girls?”

“Yes. We’ve already given them a little taste of what they can expect.”

“Well, I won’t spoil the surprise for them. They’ll find out soon enough.”

When they got to the rec center, they found it well organized: Infants and pre-schoolers went to a nursery area, older girls and boys who seemed to be high school aged were shuttled off to another area that looked like it was set up for a dance.

The main body of children seemed to be grade school age: about 6 or 7 to about 13. One thing that was ubiquitous was that the boys were all dressed in flop-flops and shorts while the girls were dressed more substantially in a number of casual outfits.

A director blew a whistle and got everybody’s attention. “For you adults, I would like you all to sign your children in. Please provide their names, gender and ages and make out a name tag with their names on it. Then I want all the girls on this side of the room and all the boys on this side.”

Dennis was glad to be released from his cousin’s hand. He wondered if the other boys were naked under their shorts too. He didn’t have long to find out. His aunt came over and gave him and his brother their name tags.

The director blew her whistle again. “OK parents, take your boys’ shorts now. We’ll see you back in about 2 hours. Have fun!”

Without hesitation, some of the boys simply lowered their shorts and stepped out of them. Dennis looked at the boy next to him. “What are you doing?”

“You heard the director, shorts off!”

“But …”

“You must be new here. This is how we play here. The girls stay dressed, and the boys get naked. It’s not so bad once you get used to it. We have some pretty fun games.”

Meanwhile, Aunt Peg was standing over them. “Give me your shorts,” she demanded. “You’ll get them back when I come back in a couple of hours.”

“Where are you going?”

“You boys are going to play with the girls. Your mom and aunt are going to play with your father. That’s all you have to know.”

Aunt Peg left, leaving the boys naked. At first they tried to cover up, but after seeing a number of other boys just standing around, letting it all hang out, they gave up.

The games were fun. It was sort of like being in gym class except that there were no exercises, only games. At these, the girls had the advantage; they were wearing sneakers while the boys only had flip-flops, but it was fun to play.

After a while the boys got comfortable with the situation. If the kid was naked, he was a boy. If the kid was dressed, she was a girl. It was a natural division of “skins and shirts.” Although due to the differences in numbers, some boys had to be drafted to the girls’ team and were given pink T-shirts so they could be identified who they were.

Dennis had a particular problem. Some of these girls were rather cute and that was affecting him in a way that embarrassed him. He quickly found out that unwarranted erections were not allowed and was given a time out twice because of it.

He found out what a third erection would cost him: a spanking. It happened to one of the boys. The director’s assistant who appeared to be a college girl administered it. Nearly the whole crowd stopped playing to watch.

Dennis spent the rest of his time thinking of just about anything else hoping not to get a third erection. Everyone knew that he had two “fouls” against him and some of the girls were making it a point to flaunt whatever their pre-teen bodies could provide to cause him to have another. At first he thought it unfair that the girls remained dressed while the boys were naked. Now he was glad the girls were dressed.

He did manage to stay relatively erection-free for the duration of the play time. Even Paul sprouted wood on one occasion.

The two-hour period went by surprisingly fast. In spite of their embarrassment, the boys had fun. People started showing up to collect their respective children.

Aunt Peg came, bearing the boys’ shorts. The girls ran up to meet her. “We had so much fun!” “Can we do this again tomorrow?” “What else do they do around here?” they asked, keeping no particular order with the questions and not really stopping to wait for the answers.

On the way out the director stopped Aunt Peg. “Are these your girls?”

“They’re my sister’s.”

“Is this their first time to one of these playtimes either here or at one of our other facilities?”

“Yes it is.”

“Well, I have to say that they did rather well. A lot of first time girls are a little intimidated with so many penises flopping around. They warmed right up and fit right in with the more experienced girls.”

Peggy smiled, “Well, my sister and I have been giving them a bit of experience with the boys ourselves.”

“The boys did pretty good too, although I had to call a time out on the eldest one a couple of times because of his erections. I could have call a third and had my assistant give him a spanking, but I gave him a break given that he was new.”

The girls were bubbly and a stream of chatter all the way back to the room. When they got there, they noticed that Michelle was back to Uncle Mike or dad, depending on who you were. He was in a pair of shorts similar to the boys. It looked like he had just taken a shower. Mary was brushing her hair out.

The girls’ mom asked, “So did you girls have fun?”

“Oh yes,” Marlene jumped in, “It was so much fun and we played and one boy got a rection and Miss Irene had to spank him. Dennis got a rection twice and even Paul got one.”

“That’s E-rection,” her mom corrected her. “Just like in your books.”

Laura turned to her boys, “Is that so. Did you boys get erections in front of the girls?”

Stephanie interrupted, “There’s this one girl there, Emma, and I think Dennis likes her. Whenever she was near him, he got hard.”

“Oh, so Dennis, is Emma cute?”

Dennis just bowed his head and mumbled, “I guess so.”

“She must be if you get hard whenever she’s around.” Laura turned to her nieces, “The penis never lies. It doesn’t matter what a boy tells you, if you look at his penis you can tell whether he likes a girl. Sometimes you can even see it when they have clothes on.”

Turning back to Paul, she asked, “And how about you? Did you see any girls there you thought were cute?”

Paul just shrugged his shoulders.

“Come on, tell me. There has to be some reason why that little pee-pee of yours got hard. Wait a minute? What are you boys still doing dressed? Get those shoes and shorts off now. Let’s get a look at you.”

“Yeah, get undressed,” Stephanie added remembering that she now had the power to make them do so.

Paul was let off the hook from answering the question. The truth was, he didn’t know why he got hard; he just did. It happened to him from time to time for no reason at all.

“I wish it lasted longer,” Stephanie said, “Then Emma might have given Dennis another erection and he would have gotten spanked. I would have liked to have seen that!”

Aunt Peg stepped in, “The director did tell me that he actually deserved one.”

“I think they both do,” Laura said. “Did the girls tell you that you could have erections?”

“No mom,” Dennis admitted.

Paul just shook his head.

“Well, that settles it then. You boys did something without the girls’ permission.You girls are going to give the boys spankings. Any time they disobey you, you can give them a spanking. Anytime they get an erection and you didn’t tell them they could, they get a spanking. Come to me, your your mom or your aunt and we’ll supervise.”

Aunt Peg had her say, “It is my firm belief that boys should always get their spankings on their bare bottoms. That’s the way we did it with Mike. So if they aren’t already naked, make sure you take their pants down.”

“Undies too?” Marlene asked.

“That’s up to you girls to decide. Undies don’t add a lot of protection, but they do hide the boy parts and spare them some embarrassment. The main part of a spanking is the embarrassment. They boys have to submit to them whenever you girls want to give them one. Provided one of us women allow it. Eventually, when you get older, we’ll let you spank them entirely on your own. But for now, you have to ask one of us for permission.”

“Let’s get the chairs from the kitchen,” Mary suggested. “You need a good sturdy chair for this, and plenty of room to swing your arm.” She turned to her nephews, “Boys, bring those chairs in here.”

The boys dutifully brought the chairs into the living room. “Set them down so they are facing each other. This way the girls can watch each other give you your spankings.”

With Peggy as overall supervisor, the two other women coached their respective children on the art of spanking. The boys were getting advice on how to position themselves and the girls were getting a lecture on safety and where to spank and where not to spank.

The girls giggled as the boys positioned themselves over their laps, penises nestling between their legs. Marlene made a joke at her own expense, “Mommy, Paul is getting another ‘rection!’”

“That’s why you tuck those things out of the way where they won’t get hurt. You don’t want to spank the penis and balls: at least not yet,:

“Eventually we’ll teach you how to spank with a belt or paddle or hairbrush. But for now we’ll just use your bare hands,” Aunt Peg said. “I think that bare hand spankings are more intimate, You actually get to touch the other person on their butt. It’s also a very good way to learn spanking. If you hand starts hurting, then you did it enough. You don’t get that kind of feedback when you use a hairbrush or something else.”

For all their enthusiasm, the girls really didn’t hit that hard. They weren’t really angry at the boys and in fact spent most of the time giggling at each other. Spanking the boys was just a very fun thing to do. The best part was knowing that their cousins had to submit because they were boys and the two of them were girls. It made them feel very special just for being girls. And according to the women, all they had to do was ask!

“That’s enough, girls,” Mary finally said. “Those butts look pink enough to me. Now make the boys get up and stand in the corner with their hands on their heads. It’s your choice as to whether you want them facing out or facing in, depending on what you want to look at.”

Corner time was limited. It was getting late. They watched a little TV – the adults in the main room and the girls in theirs. At least it wasn’t a cooking show. After a couple of programs, the adults declared that it was time for bed.

“You boys will sleep on the couch as we discussed. You might not have noticed, but I did not pack your pajamas. You will wear these nighties instead. They’re called “baby dolls” and they are silky, cool and comfortable.”

“But they don’t hide anything. You can see everything.” Dennis protested.

Laura laughed, “We’ve already seen all there is to see. Remember, little boys don’t need to be modest. Now get into your nighties, kiss your aunts and cousins and get to bed.”

(The End)