Joey 1: Joey Learns the Hard Way
(nc, otk spanking, masturbation, femdom, M/b, fg/mb, FFf/bbm)
by Nialos Leaning

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  This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It depicts    
  two preteen boys and a young teen boy being repeatedly  
  spanked and humiliated by their mothers and sisters.    
                                                         
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"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of
adults.  Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be
illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful,
unacceptable or undesirable.  The author neither advocates,
condones or personally engages in any such behavior."

"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality.
The author does recognize the difference between the two.
Please do understand that some of us, including the author,
enjoy such fantasy material."

"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."
 
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Joey Learns the Hard Way
by Nialos Leaning

Author's Preface:

"Joey Learns the Hard Way" is first and foremost a spanking
story. Most of the story occurs during a Saturday evening
punishment session for three young boys.  Spanking is the
punishment of choice.  Anything else the boys are subjected
to is either ancillary to their spankings or is a result of
being in a female dominated household.  These additional
punishments and humiliations create a nasty predicament for
the boys. Refusal or inability to do as ordered results in
another spanking.  But doing as ordered will also inevitably
lead to a spanking.  

The opinions and attitudes expressed by Joseph Patrick
Donohue  are strictly his and not those of the author.
Despite springing from the author's imagination, all of the
author's characters have minds and personalities of their
own.  They're all much too smart to adopt the author's.

Vaseline is a registered trademark of the Chesebrough-Ponds
USA Co., which is not responsible in any way for the uses
the characters in this story make of that product.  All
Vaseline in this story was legally obtained by the parties
involved at a nearby discount drug store.

The reference to the findings of the Kinsey Institute is
factual and derived from Alfred Kinsey's 1948 book, "Sexual
Behavior in the Human Male." Everything else in this story
is pure fiction, absolute fantasy straight from the almost
always strange and convoluted imagination of the author.

Nialos Leaning
Somewhere in Cyberspace
October, 1997

* * *

Joseph Patrick Donohue, age eleven, was proud of himself on
this Saturday morning. He'd certainly shown his mother and
sisters that he was too old to be bossed around by mere
females.  Doing dishes was girl's work, not a man's job.  No
way was his mom going to make him do the breakfast dishes.
As usual, the female lost the battle, even if he did get
sent to his room. Unless his sisters or mom had done them,
the dishes were still in the sink.

Before the dish fight, he had gotten his sisters good.  He
didn't care if it was Mary's hour to select programs, he
wasn't going to allow any mushy girls' stuff on any TV he
was watching.  So he grabbed the remote and changed the
channel.  That, of course, started an argument.  An
argument, that as usual, the females couldn't and wouldn't
win.  He ended up calling twelve-year-old Mary "a stupid
cunt good only for making babies."  He'd told Sally, the
ten-year-old, that she was a "silly pussy good for nothing
at all."  It was at this point that his mom tried to
interfere, telling him to go do the dishes.

So now he was in his room, waiting for his dad.  No big
deal.  Dad would scold him, tell him to listen to his mom,
to be nicer to his sisters.  Than he would be pulled over
Dad's lap for twenty-five or so hand spanks over his jeans.  
It didn't really hurt that much, but he still put on an act
for his dad of crying and carrying on.

He didn't like fooling his dad, a fellow man, but didn't
want to be punished like his friend Eddie next door.  Eddie
had told him that he was spanked bare bottomed, in front of
the whole family, including his sisters and mother. Men,
like himself, shouldn't have to be naked in front of ladies
and girls.  Females should have to be naked in front of
males.  After all, men were clearly superior and the bosses
of the universe.

If Joey only knew of the conversation his own mother and
sisters were at that very moment having with Eddie's mother,
he wouldn't had been so sure of himself.

* * *

"I just don't know what to do with Joey anymore," confided
Katie Donohue to her next door neighbor.

"What's the problem?" asked Judy Coughlin.

"He shows absolutely no respect to his sisters, and very
little to me."

"Yeah," chimed in Sally,"he's mean to me and Mary.  He calls
us names, sometimes he shouts at us and hits us."

Mary added to her sister's litany, "He tells the boys at
school lies about me.  He erased my school project from the
computer. Good thing I had another copy on floppy.  This
morning he called me a real nasty name.  He's nothing but a
terrible spoiled brat!"

"I'm afraid the terrible part is true," confirmed the
exasperated mother. "He mouths off to me, only grudgingly
does what I ask.  This morning he refused to do the dishes
because he said that was girls' work."

"How is he with Jack?" asked Judy.

"No problem, he listens and obeys his father immediately,"
replied Katie.

A thoughtful Judy responded, "sounds like he's developed a
real contempt for the females in his life."

"That's it exactly," agreed Joey's mother.  "It's the same
at school, disrespect for females, respect for males.  I've
gotten more than one call from his women teachers this
year."

"What do you and Jack do about all this?"

"We've tried everything.  Groundings, taking away
privileges, Jack's even started spanking him. Nothing works,
positively nothing!"

"I think maybe you should start doing like we do with our
boys," suggested Mrs. Coughlin.

"It would be wonderful if Joey would behave like your two!"
exclaimed Katie. "They're the most obedient, polite and
gentlemanly boys in the neighborhood."

Mary interjected, "Kelly's told me and Sally all kinds of
things about that.  Things I just can't believe, but Kelly
never invites us over so we can find out.  And when I ask
Danny, he just tells me to shut up and mind my own
business."

"Yeah," piped up Sally, "Eddie tells me the same thing."

"They do, do they?" asked Judy Coughlin, more as a statement
than a question.  "Well, tell you what girls.  Run along
while I talk to your mother.  I think you two will be coming
over tonight to see exactly how the females in our house
treat Danny and Eddie.  And to see Joey get the same
treatment."

"And girls, not a word to Joey," instructed their now more
cheerful mother.

* * *

Joseph Patrick Donohue was not very happy on this Saturday
evening. As he, his mom and his sisters made their way up
the walk to the Coughlins' front door, he had a bad feeling,
a very bad feeling.  He was convinced that he would very
soon be spanked, like his friend Eddie, bare bottomed in
front of everyone.

Impossible as it was, the females were winning! That
morning, waiting in his room for his dad, he heard his mom
come back in.  A few minutes later, his dad arrived home.
His parents held a brief conversation, which Joey just knew
was about him.  Then his dad came up the stairs and into
his son's room, without even bothering to knock.

To Joey's surprise, his dad was carrying a ping pong paddle.
Before he even began scolding Joey, his dad ordered him to
remove his jeans.   He had to stand in front of his father
in his underpants, which were manly white cotton briefs, not
sissy little boy cartoon characters.  His dad scolded for a
long time, much longer than usual.  He shouted a few times,
something he never did before when reprimanding his boy.
Joey was crying well before the scolding had ended and he
had climbed onto his dad's lap.

Then the most awful, the most painful spanking Joey had ever
received, began.  Time after time the paddle struck his
briefs covered bottom, time after time, Joey cried out in
pain.  His legs kicked ever more vigorously. His cries gave
way to shrieks and howls, which became a non-stop wailing.
His pleas for mercy fell upon deaf ears.  After thirty very
hard, very stinging strokes, the spanking ended.

Joey danced a very frantic jig, furiously rubbing his
behind.  He barely heard his dad's instruction that as he
was acting too big for his britches, he was to stay in his
underpants until told otherwise.  He didn't have the
slightest idea what "britches" were, but he knew he was
staying in his room.  His sisters hadn't seem him in his
underwear in over a year, his mom six months. And, It'd been
more than two years since his sisters had seem him naked,
his mom almost a year.

At lunchtime, to Joey's great embarrassment, his dad ordered
him downstairs to eat with the family.  His sisters giggled
at the sight of him in his briefs. They teased him, teasing
his parents made no effort to stop.  He went back to his
room as soon as he could.

At three o'clock, his mother, followed by his again giggling
sisters, entered his room. Like his father earlier, without
knocking. His still very much sore behind was the only thing
that stopped him from hollering at them for being
"inconsiderate bitches."  His mom went over to his dresser,
pulling out an old shirt and even older pair of shorts, both
almost too small for him.  She told him to put them on and
be downstairs in five minutes.  While dad worked on a
project, the rest of the family would go to the mall. After
finishing their shopping, something Joey hated with a
passion, they would eat out and then visit with the
Coughlins' next door.

So went the worst day of Joseph Patrick Donohue's young
life.  A day which, if only he had known what his mother and
Mrs. Coughlin had discussed over the fence, he would had
realized was going to be much worse, very much worse before
it ended.

* * *

Reaching the door first, Mary Donohue rang the doorbell.
Almost immediately thirteen-year-old Danny Coughlin opened
the door.  "Please come on in," invited the completely naked
and obviously masturbating boy.  Standing just beyond Danny
was the equally naked ten-year-old Eddie, sporting a full
erection, in all it's small glory.

Following the Coughlin boys into their living room, Joey
couldn't help but notice that both had pink behinds, clearly
from spankings.  Danny placed two fingers into an open jar
of Vaseline, then resumed his masturbating.  Joey's very bad
feeling suddenly became a much more bad feeling.  

"Have a seat, everyone," Mrs. Coughlin greeted the
Donohue's.  "Well, girls, are you starting to believe what
Kelly's been telling you?"

"Oh, yes!" exclaimed an once more giggling Mary.  "Too bad
Joey isn't naked like them!"

"Oh, but he will be," stated fourteen-year-old Betty
Coughlin.

This comment caught Joey's full attention.  He had been
mesmerized watching the still masturbating Danny.  Danny's
privates were much bigger than his own, but smaller than the
older high school boys he would sometimes see in the rec
center's shower. Unlike the hairless Joey, Danny had a small
patch of pubic hair. The end of Danny's penis glistered with
some kind of fluid. The shaft was slick with Vaseline.  From
the strained look on his face, Joey didn't think Danny was
enjoying himself.

"What do you mean?" asked a shaky voiced Joey.

"Let me explain," offered Judy Coughlin.  "In this house,
boys are required to be naked, as a sign of respect to any
females present."

"Yeah, but why isn't he naked?" interrupted Sally, pointing
to Larry Coughlin, husband and father of the clan.

"Because Larry is a man, not a boy, and as he almost always
shows proper respect, he has the privilege of wearing
clothes, unless I tell him otherwise."

Just then, a suddenly grunting Danny shouted out, "I'm
cumming!"  All the Donohue's watched fascinated as Danny's
bright white semen spurted onto himself and the wooden
floor.

"Daniel Coughlin," screeched Betty, "I didn't give you
permission to shoot off!"

"But, but, I couldn't help it," stammered the red faced boy.

"Too bad, brother.  Clean up that mess and get over here for
a spanking.  Right now!"

"Judy?" tentatively queried Katie Donohue, almost as open
mouthed as her two girls.

"When a boy shows disrespect," explained Judy, "or
misbehaves, which by the way is also a form of disrespect,
he is spanked. Than as a compliment to the female or females
he offended, he must go around with a hard on for four
hours. A boy with a boner in front of a girl is telling her
that he likes her."

"Yeah, but what's a boner?" asked a genuinely unknowing
Sally.

"An erection," responded her sister.

"Girls," informed Mrs. Coughlin, "in this house when we talk
about the boys privates and what they do with them, we only
use the rude words, never the polite ones."

"You know," chanted a giggling Kelly, "cock, dick, balls,
ass, cum, jerk off, piss, shit."

"Thank you, Kelly," Betty sarcastically told her sister,
putting a stop to the younger girl's showing off.

"But, why is Danny being spanked for making his cock cum?"
asked Mary, blushing at using such forbidden words in adult
company.

"Because the boys can only jerk off and cum with the
permission of a female," answered Danny's mom.

"Or when one of us orders him to," added Betty.  "Anytime
they cum, they have to shout out that they are."

"Cumming without permission," continued Judy Coughlin, "or
not cumming when told to is disrespect and earns an
immediate spanking.  Plus, of course, four hours of showing
off a boner.  Losing the boner also means a spanking for
disrespect."

Noticing Danny now standing by his sister, Katie Donohue
asked, "Did someone order Danny to pump away?"

"No," replied Betty, patting her brother's behind, "a little
before you arrived I caught him whacking off without
permission.  He shot just as I went by, the dummy."

"The penalty for that is a spanking and being made to beat
his meat for four hours straight," Judy expanded on her
daughter's explanation.  "because Betty caught him, she's in
charge of him for the night."

"Isn't all that kind of hard on the boys?" asked Katie,
smiling with all the other females at the unintended pun.
"I mean, a boy can only cum so many times in day."

"Actually, you'd be surprised," replied Judy.  "What's
Danny's record, Betty?"

"Six times in four hours, mom," answered Betty.

"And," picked up Judy, "just last week Eddie came thirteen
times in four hours.  Of course, he doesn't squirt yet."

"That seems an awful lot," responded Katie.

"Actually, both boys are within the ranges the famous Kinsey
Institute studies in the forties found for boys of their
ages and level of development."

"The fun part," said Betty, "is ordering them to cum when
you know they can't."

"That doesn't seem fair," commented Katie.

"Well, we do have some limits in place," Judy responded.
"Between us, we can only order a boy to cum no more than
once an hour.  Each of us can order Danny to cum two times
in a day and Eddie four times.  That's a total of six cums
for Danny and twelve for Eddie.  Of course, that doesn't
count any cumming they do on their own, like during a four
hour boner or jerk off penalty."

"Why isn't Danny hard now?" asked the observant Mary.

"Because," Judy answered, "Once a boy cums, he's allowed a
ten minute break.  It's during that ten minutes that he gets
spanked."

"Yeah," Sally said, "but I want to know what Eddie did."

"Just before supper," Kelly told her friend, "he refused to
let me play with his dick."

"The boys have to let the girls play with them whenever they
want," elaborated Judy.  "For a boy to refuse is to show
disrespect.  The girls do, of course, have to follow the
rules about how often they can make the boys cum."

"Come here, Eddie," ordered Kelly, "I want to play with your
prick."  Sheepishly, the boy went over to his sister. The
still dressed Joey was momentarily gladdened to note that
while Eddie's dick was about the same size as his, Eddie
definitely had smaller balls. Like Joey, Eddie didn't have
hair one down there.

The entire room watched as Kelly grasped her brother's penis
and began rapidly rubbing it.  In just over a minute, the
boy began simultaneously gasping, shuddering and buckling.
He loudly proclaimed to the world, "I'm cumming!"

"Mommy," Kelly advised her already aware mother, "Eddie came
without permission!"

"Well, you'll just have to spank him, won't you?"

"Yes, ma'am!" came the enthusiastic reply.

Suddenly, Judy Coughlin's eyes fell upon the very distraught
Joey.  "Joey, still in your clothes!  That's disrespect
young man, and disobedience.  When Eddie's spanking is over,
you have ten minutes to go to his room with him, get naked,
and be back out here, with a boner, for a spanking.  Is that
clear?"

"Yes ma'am," answered the dejected boy.  "Mom," pleaded the
now crying boy, "are you going to let her make me do that?
You just can't!"  The irony that he was calling on one of
the female enemy to save him from their vengeance completely
escaped Joey.

"Yes I am, and yes I can," cheerfully declared Joey's
mother. "It's about time you learned to show me, your
sisters, and females in general the proper respect.  Too bad
you have to learn the hard way."

This pronouncement caused even louder sobbing from the
devastated Joey.

Danny and Eddie were now over their sisters' laps. Both
girls were holding wicked looking hairbrushes.  As if on
cue, both girls delivered their first stroke in unison.  The
boys immediately cried out. Stinging spank after stinging
spank fell upon two pairs of already sore bottoms.  As the
spankings continued, the boys squirming gave way to ever
more energetic movement.  Legs scissored ever higher, ever
faster.  Cries gave way to a steady ever louder sobbing.
Near the end Eddie was howling out pleas for Kelly to stop.  

The Donohue females looked on in fascination, Joey in
horror.  He was shaking in fear of what was very shortly to
be his own fate.

Not soon enough for the Coughlin brothers, and all too soon
for Joey, the spankings ended.  Danny and Eddie's formerly
pink bottoms were now a shining bright red. Both boys were
profusely sobbing as they pranced around.  They knew better
than to rub their behinds.  That would be showing disrespect
for the handiwork of their sisters.

"Danny," pronounced Betty, "you know the rules.  Start
jerking.  You have three minutes to have your dick pointing
up."

"Eddie, get Joey to your room," ordered Judy Coughlin.  "In
ten minutes, Joey is to be out here, naked.  And you both
better have your little cocks hard as rocks."

Joey blushed at Mrs. Coughlin's jab.  He knew his equipment
wasn't as big as the high school boys, or even the boys
Danny's age.  But, for a boy his age, he was proud of what
he had between his legs.  Even so, he didn't want the six
sets of female eyes in the room seeing his pride and joy.

Eddie led Joey up the stairs.  When they reached the
upstairs hall, Joey let out a gasp.  Immediately to his left
was a bathroom, completely open to the hall, no door, no
wall.  Anyone could see right into the room.  Both the
toilet and the tub were made of some kind of clear glass or
plastic.  The shower curtain was also of a transparent
material.  No way will I ever use that bathroom, thought
Joey, I'd have no privacy at all.

"That's my and Danny's bathroom," announced Eddie. "And
here's my room." Joey gasped again.  Eddie's room, right
next to the bathroom, was similarly open to the hall.
Across from Eddie's room was still another open bedroom.
"That's Danny's room," explained Eddie.

"What about the girls?" asked Joey.  

"Their rooms are right past ours," replied Eddie, pointing
to closed doors on either side of the hall.  "Their bathroom
is there," he added, pointing to a door at the end of the
hall.

The boys stepped into Eddie's room.  Joey asked about the
bed not having blankets or a top sheet.  "In the warm
weather, we're not allowed anything to cover up with," Eddie
explained to his friend.  "In the winter, mom brings up
blankets right before bedtime."

Looking around, Joey realized that the room didn't have a
dresser or anything else for putting away clothes. The
closet, also minus a door, contained toys and other stuff,
but no clothing.  "Where are your clothes?" inquired the
curious Joey.

"Mom keeps them in a locked room in the basement next to her
and dad's bedroom.  When we need clothes to go out, we have
to ask Mom or one of the girls to get them.  They pick out
whatever they want."

"Suppose you don't like what they picked out?" asked Joey.

"Either you wear it or you go out bare ass," responded
Eddie, "Once, I didn't like what Betty chose for me and
refused to wear it.  Mom made me go with her and ride
through the drive-in at Mc'Donalds naked.  Boy, was I ever
embarrassed"

"Well, I'm embarrassed enough already, and I still have my
clothes on," said Joey.

"You better hurry up and get them off, we're running out of
time."

"I don't know if I can," replied the despondent Joey.

"It'll be worse if you don't," warned Eddie.  "Last Easter,
our aunt and girl cousin visited.  Coming back from getting
them at the airport, Danny wouldn't undress.  We're supposed
to be naked by the time the car is in front of the garage."

"Good thing your garage is in the back," stated Joey, who
had stripped to his underwear, but no further.  "What
happened to Danny?"

"Right out in the back yard, they tied him to the picnic
table.  They got some scissors and cut off all his clothes.
Than mom, Betty, Kelly, my aunt and my cousin all took turns
spanking him.  They made him keep a boner all weekend, and
kept ordering him to shoot off.  Mom said they didn't have
to follow the rule about making him cum no more than six
times a day.  When he couldn't cum he got spanked.  By the
end of the weekend he had a very sore behind and an even
sorer dick."

Eddie's story was enough incentive for Joey.  In short
order, he was as naked as his friend.  "I'm really
embarrassed now," declared a blushing Joey.

"I was seven when mom started making Danny and me stay naked
and it still embarrasses me," Eddie confessed.  "Come on,
let's get out dicks stiff."

"I don't know," stuttered Joey, "I just can't do that!"

"Tell you what," offered Eddie, dipping his fingers into an
open jar of Vaseline,  "I'll rub yours, you do mine."

"Okay," agreed a very reluctant Joey as he followed Eddie's
example with the Vaseline. For several minutes the boys
studiously masturbated each other, only stopping when both
where on the verge of dry orgasms.

"It's show time," announced the falsely cheerful Eddie.  His
three inch hard on leading the way, Joey proceeded Eddie
down the stairs.  As the boys entered the living room, both
pair of sisters applauded.

"Boys," scolded Mrs. Coughlin, "you took twelve minutes, I
said ten.  For your disrespect to us all, you're both
getting spankings."

"And I think they both should cum for us," suggested Joey's
mom, to his great shock.

"Yeah," agreed Sally, "I want to see Joey cum just like
Eddie."

"Excellent idea, Katie," agreed Eddie's mother.  "You have
three minutes to cum.  Start playing with yourselves, now!"

"I, I can't," stammered Joey, "I just can't."

"What is this," exploded his mom as she walked toward him,
"refusing to show respect?"

"No, mom, I don't mean to, but I can't do it in front of all
of you. It's too embarrassing."

"Well, I mean this and I'm not embarrassed to do it," came
his mom's reply as she suddenly grabbed and squeezed his
balls hard.

"Arrghh," screeched Joey at the sharp pain emanating from
his groin. "Stop, stop, let go, it hurts, it hurts!"

"I'll stop when you start doing what you were ordered,"
responded Katie Donohue.  "From now on, whenever you don't
immediately follow a command, you'll feel the result in your
balls, then on your ass. Understand me, young man?"

"Yes, mom," urgently replied an almost doubled over Joey.
Quickly, he began imitating the masturbating Danny and
Eddie.  Just as quickly, his mom released his now sore nuts.

Less then a minute later, Eddie cried out, "I'm cumming," as
he repeated his earlier performance. Almost immediately,
Joey was giving his own almost identical show.  Both boys
were still sprouting stiff dicks.

"Joey, over here," ordered his mom.  "You're getting extra
for not announcing you were cumming."

"I forgot!" retorted the boy.

"And you get this for talking back," said his mom as she
gave his balls another hard squeeze.

Joey gave out with a loud scream as he practically folded
over onto his mother's lap, his boyhood now deflated.

"Eddie, get over here!" commanded Judy Coughlin.

Before Eddie, still hard, could reach his mother, Danny
loudly informed the room, "I'm cumming!"  Once more, the
Donohue girls were treated to the sight of globs of white
spunk erupting from the end of the young teen's cock.

"Danny," admonished his mother, "you didn't have permission
to do that. Clean up and go to your sister."

"Mom, can't she do it later?" pleaded the thirteen-year-old.
"I still hurt from the last one."

Reaching out and giving Danny's balls a very hard squeeze,
Judy Coughlin informed her son, "No, she can't."

"Ahhhhhh!" exclaimed Danny at the excruciating, almost
unbearable, pain in his mid-section.

"Mrs. Donohue has the right idea," pronounced Danny's mom.
"From now on, any back talk, any protesting will mean some
very sore balls for that boy."

* * *

Joseph Patrick Donohue was feeling very sorry for himself
this Saturday night as he positioned himself over his mom's
lap. His tear streaked face was a very bright red.  In a few
short hours his world had undergone a complete upheaval.
Now, his mother was about to do what she never had before,
spank him.  Not only that, for the first time in a long
while, she and his sisters were seeing him naked.  Worse, so
were the Coughlin family.  Even more worse, everyone saw him
with a hard on.  Much worse, they all saw him cumming.  And
his balls ached something fierce from his mom's squeezes.
The females had gone from despised inferiors that morning to
feared superiors that evening.   The females had achieved
the unimaginable, the unbelievable.  They had triumphed over
him, an eleven-year-old man of the species.

This was definitely the most horrible day Joseph Patrick
Donohue had ever had to endure.  A horrid day which, if only
he had known what his mother and Mrs. Coughlin had planned
over the fence as a finale, he would had known was about to
become much more horrible.

* * *

Danny fervently hoped this would be his last trip over his
sister's lap this evening, but he knew it wouldn't.  If all
he had to was keep a boner, he had at least a chance of not
cumming.  Unfortunately, with two hours of constant yanking
left to go, there was no way he could avoid cumming a few
more times.  Unless his already sore dick and hand gave out
on him, in which case he would still be spanked, for going
soft.  And that would be the exact time one of his sisters
would order him to cum, resulting in a spanking when he
couldn't produce.  He resolved right there and then to never
again whack off without permission.

Over his mother's lap, Eddie was having somewhat similar
thoughts.  He just wanted this terrible evening to end.
Like his brother, he knew he had more spankings on the way.
It didn't take much touching of his dick to make him cum,
earning a spanking. But, if he didn't play with himself at
least every few minutes, he would lose his hard on, also
resulting in a spanking.  Never, ever again would he tell
Kelly "No."  

"Yeah," Sally broke the momentary lull, "when do the
spankings begin?"

"Right now," replied Mrs. Coughlin.

With that comment, three hairbrushes rapidly descended to
first contact with three separate bare bottoms.  Joey didn't
know where his mother had gotten her brush.  He did very
quickly know that it stung and burned quite fiercely. Before
long, he was bawling like a baby.  The big man of this
morning was rapidly reduced to the naughty little boy of
this evening, a very, very sorry little boy.

As brush stroke after brush stroke found their targets, the
cacophony of boy grief grew louder and louder.  Three sets
of boy lungs ever more raucously, ever more desperately,
roared out sounds of anguish, pleas for relief.  All to no
avail as again and again the punishing brushes tormented the
boys.  In a rare coherent moment, Joey wondered why the
police were not knocking at the door, surely all the noise
the boys were making had to be against the law.

When the spankings inevitably ended, Joey's behind was a
very bright red.  Both Coughlin boys' rears were a deep
crimson. All three were wailing and dancing as if maddened
dervishes. Not yet knowing better, Joey began rubbing his
bottom.

"Get those hands off your butt, young man," ordered Mrs.
Coughlin.

"Are you trying to show mom disrespect by trying to stop the
pain she caused?" asked Joey's sister Mary.  Grasping his
balls, she twisted and squeezed much harder than his mom
had. It felt like she was crushing them.

"No, I'm sorry," croaked Joey through the blinding pain.  "I
didn't mean to, honest," he sputtered out as Mary released
him.          

"Excellent job, Mary," Katie Donohue complimented her eldest
daughter.  "Sally also needs to learn how to do that," she
added, to Joey's great consternation.

In the next two hours all the boys did receive additional
spankings.  Danny twice for cumming without permission, once
for not being able to get hard and cum when ordered by
Betty.  Eddie four times and Joey five times, all for
unauthorized dry cums.  None of these spankings were as
severe as the boys' triple header.  Mrs. Coughlin seemed to
have a knack for knowing a boy's limit and never quite
exceeding it.  Still, at the end of the evening, all three
had very dark crimson bottoms, with a smattering of purple
blotches.

As the Donohue's made ready to leave, Larry Coughlin spoke
up.  "Mrs. Donohue, if Jack needs any help with his
remodeling project, tell him to let me know."

"Thank you, Larry.  I'll be sure to let him know," Katie
replied.

Just then, Joey made toward the stairs.  "Where do you think
you're going?" demanded his mother.

"To get my clothes," answered Joey.

"Oh no you aren't," responded Katie. "You stay here where we
all can see you. Eddie, would you please bring me Joey's
clothes?"

"Yes ma'am, right away."

Eddie quickly returned with Joey's clothes.  Taking them
from him, Joey's mom deposited them into a trash can as she
said, "you won't be needing these anymore."

"Yeah," enthused Sally, "Joey has to go outside naked!"

"Judy," said Mrs. Donohue, "if you don't mind, we'll go out
the back way."

"No problem," replied Mrs. Coughlin.

"Sally," instructed her mom, "grab hold of Joey's dick.
You're to lead him back to the house that way.  Joey, while
we're outside, you better cum, or else."

Joey was appalled.  What if the neighbors saw him naked?
Worse yet, what if they saw him cum?  As Sally tightly
attached her thumb and forefinger to the head of his dick,
he blushed a deep red.

"Okay, let's go," ordered the matriarch of the Donohue
family.  All too soon, Joey found himself in the Coughlin's
backyard, en route to his own.  Sally was roughly tugging on
his prick, to keep him hurrying along.  To his relief, and
shame, he did cum before reaching the back door of their
house.  Blessedly, none of the neighbors were out and about
that late in the evening.

As soon as everyone was in the house, Katie sent the kids
off to bed.  The naked Joey was first up the stairs,
followed closely by his giggling sisters.

"Nooooo!" he screamed when he reached the top landing.  The
door of the bathroom was missing. The tub had a clear shower
curtain.  His bedroom door was gone, his dresser was gone,
his closet door was gone.  There was no sign of any of his
clothes.  The blankets and top sheet of his bed were also
gone.  He knew, without being told, that this was only the
start of his dad's project.  Soon, he was sure, the bathroom
and his bedroom would match those of the Coughlin boys.

"Joey," shouted up his mom, "is there a problem?  Because if
there is, my hairbrush is ready to take care of it!"

"No, mom," he hollered back down, "no problem, no problem at
all."

His sisters laughed uproariously.

* * *

Joseph Patrick Donohue was restless this Saturday midnight.
He was having trouble falling asleep.  He couldn't stop
sobbing.  His butt hurt.  His balls hurt.  His dick hurt.
Even his eyes hurt, from all his crying.  His universe had
been completely shattered, utterly destroyed.  In less than
a day, he had gone from a superior macho male master of all
around him to the boy toy plaything of formerly inferior
females.  The females had utterly defeated him.  Worse,
their victory was complete and total, likely to continue on
and on and on.

This turn of events was an absolute disaster for males in
general and Joseph Patrick Donohue, age eleven, in
particular.  A disaster which, if only he had known what his
mother and Mrs. Coughlin had planned over the fence for him
in the coming months, he would had known was about to become
a never ending nightmare.