A Visit With Aunty Brown
By Barry Roberts
ethicalbean@hotmail.com
Copyright 2011 by Barry Roberts,
all rights reserved
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This is fantasy. In real life, this behavior would be illegal and
harmful. This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of this should be
attempted
in 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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If truth be told,
Jane Bronski had always enjoyed seeing her stepson in the nude.
Although she
suppressed any conscious acknowledgment of pedophilic tendencies, she
never
lost an opportunity to treat herself to a peek at his prepubescent
body. After undressing
him at bedtime an unusually long time would usually elapse while Billy
waited
naked and nervous for his pajamas to be put on. Mommy would scold if he
tried
to cover himself or avoid her gaze. Bath
time was another occasion for indulging her secret needs. She would sit
on the
edge of the tub with Billy standing obediently naked, hands on his
head, while
she soaped and stroked him, tickling and teasing and paying special
attention
to his juvenile genitals and buttocks. She had been pleased and aroused
when he
began responding with erections and obvious sexual excitement at the
age of
three.
Billy
Bronski was a lively and slightly chubby
fourteen-year-old with curly golden locks and the face and body of a
cherub.
But Billy's behavior had been anything but angelic recently and his
mommy was
worried. Billy seemed to be having the first awareness of his
masculinity and
the once compliant lad had become increasingly fractious. Billy's mommy
fretted
about it but nothing she did seemed to help. Then, one day, while
pursuing her
favorite pastime of surfing the internet, his mother came across a
website
called Petticoat Discipline Quarterly. It was unlike anything she had
ever seen
and advocated a very unusual method of disciplining male children that
involved
"petticoat punishment." The site contained its author's
"manifesto" as well as correspondence from women who claimed to have
employed this method to correct the bad behavior of male children in
their
charge. There were also some rather provocative images of humiliated
boys being
petticoated and shamed in front of ladies. Mrs Bronski suspected that
most of
the letters were fictitious but she experienced a strange excitement
while
exploring the site.
A further search of the internet was rewarded with several
references to this subject and links to sites where it was discussed
and
promoted. The mortification of being dressed in shorty nighties and
baby
frocks, it was argued, will cause the miscreant male child to adopt a
docile
and submissive attitude and to refrain from any sort of naughty
behavior which
might make him conspicuous. Billy's step-mommy became even more
enthusiastic
when she read that the garments involved should be not only
ostentatiously
feminine but sufficiently scanty to result in the kind of humiliating
exposure
that led to her arousal.
Over the next several days she became more and more obsessed
with the idea of petticoating Billy and visited the PDQ Website several
more
times, perusing the archives and reading excerpts from now defunct
publications
like “Madame” that were dedicated to the topic of subjecting hapless
men and
boys to the mortification of petticoat discipline.
The next day Jane Bronski paid a visit to her good friend
Alice Brown , a 50-something spinster and an expert dressmaker. Over
coffee she
laid out her plan, hoping that Alice
would not find it too strange and be put off. She needn't have worried
because Alice
was extremely
interested and enthusiastic. Jane was surprised to learn that Alice,
although without children of her own, had only last year cared for her
12-year-old nephew Alex, while his parents were doing missionary work
in Outer
Mongolia, or maybe it was Inner Mongolia, Alice
could never remember. Anyway, Alex had been a disciplinary problem and Alice
had been forced to
be very strict with him. Alex's parents had given her express
permission to
employ corporal punishment and it had been necessary to administer it
in the
form of frequent spankings.
Jane did her best to control her emotions as Alice recalled
Alex's
punishments. He was small for his age, easy to control physically and
Alice who
was quite a physical specimen had no trouble lowering his jeans and
underpants
and throwing him across her knees for a vigorous application of the
strap to
his bare bottom. Alex was unable to remain stoic as the strokes were
applied to
his squirming buttocks and was soon bawling and blubbering like a baby
as his
reddening hips and thighs squirmed and bounced in her lap. When it was
over a
hiccuping and hyperventilating Alex was sent to the naughty corner with
his
jeans and underpants around his ankles and his shirt tail held up under
his
armpits.
After hearing this story, Jane Bronski was sure she had
found an ally and a soulmate. Petticoating outfits were to be made.
Jane bought
material and Alice
would do the sewing but first Billy had to have a fitting.
(The rest of the story is told from Billy's point of view.)
I was puzzled when mommy told me we were to pay a visit to
“Aunt Alice.” As far as I knew I had no aunts but I had been warned by
Mommy to
be on my best behavior and when we arrived I addressed Miss Brown as
“Aunty”
and tried to be polite and respectful. I had a hard time though
concealing the
fact that I was nervous and intimidated by this strange woman.
We sat down in the living room. Miss Brown brought in hot
chocolate and we drank this beverage while the two women engaged in
casual
conversation. They had not been paying any attention to me but suddenly
I was
being told to get up and stand before them. And then, to my complete
shock, I
was being ordered by Aunty Brown to undress. I hesitated and she
repeated her
command.
“Do you understand what I am telling you?,” she barked.
“Yes Aunty,” I replied meekly and began removing my clothes.
As I took off each garment I was instructed to fold it neatly and place
it on
the sideboard. My humiliation was intense and tears began to form.
Mommy's
response was immediate.
“If you blubber like a baby you will be treated like one.”
I did my best, although not very well I am afraid, to keep
myself from dissolving into tears. When I had taken off everything
except my
underpants, Aunty Brown told me to pull the waistband of my briefs down
in
front and back to just above my private parts. Having done this I must
have
presented a perfectly ridiculous spectacle and I again felt hot tears
ready to
come.
It became obvious to me then that Aunty Brown was running the
show. She fixed me with her dark eyes which caused me to lower mine to
the
floor. She now produced something like a long, thin cane and instructed
me to
turn. With the waistband of my briefs pulled down about half of my
buttocks
were displayed and at first I thought she intended to whip me but
instead she
tickled me there. The sensation was intense and I squirmed and almost
lost my
balance. I was told to turn again so that I faced her and the cane was
now used
to stimulate my penis through the briefs. To my horror, I began to
become
erect. The manipulation continued until my little organ was stiff and
throbbing.
Mommy and Aunty Brown snickered and made humiliating remarks
about its size. Although I had just turned 14, I had not yet entered
puberty
and my penis was still hairless and tiny. I hoped against hope that I
would not
be required to expose it completely but knew that I would not be spared
this
mortification. And then I was ordered to remove my briefs and stand
before them
naked. I finally broke down and succumbed to my shame and confusion.
A ruler was found and they measured me. Aunty Brown took the
still stiffly turgid member between her fingers and Mommy held the
ruler
against it. It measured a puny 2 ΒΌ inches. “My goodness, Jane,” she
remarked,
“it's hardly bigger than a baby's.”
The size of my penis was a particularly sensitive subject
for me as I had been teased and bullied about it at school. I was
frequently
the object of ridicule while exposed in the shower after PT. That was
bad
enough, but one day as I was on my way home several of the older boys
dragged
me into a vacant building and forced me to strip. For the next hour I
was kept
naked and in tears while they used me sexually. By the time I had
recovered my
composure and returned home it was nearly dark but I was too ashamed to
tell
Mommy what had really happened and made up a story about being kept
after
school. I began to have dreams about the incident. I would wake up in a
sweat,
and to my complete astonishment, with a throbbing erection! And now the
humiliation of having my naked body subjected to such intimate scrutiny
brought
back memories of that terrible afternoon.
Aunty Brown completed the measurement of my penis and wrote
down its length in a notebook along with the date. She commented to my
mother
that they would now be able to keep track of my “development” and I
knew that
meant that I would be subjected to this humiliating procedure again.
A tape measure was produced and measurements of the other
parts of my body were taken. I was made to stand submissively with my
hands on
my head while the tape was applied to my waist, my legs, my hips and my
chest.
Once the measurements were taken and recorded Mommy and Aunty made me
sit
between them on the couch. They each took hold of one of my legs and
pulled
them up into their laps so that my thighs were widely spread and I was
completely exposed. I had begun to lose my erection but being put into
this
shaming position between these two women made me go hard again. I
didn't know
why but I started to feel “funny” between my legs. Aunty and Mommy took
turns
playing with my penis and they started asking me embarrassing questions
about
sex and masturbation. Aunty took hold of my thing and asked me what it
was. I
was very embarrassed but I managed to say that it was my penis.
Aunty said that penises were what big boys had but because
mine was so little and didn't have any big boy hair on it it was only a
baby's
penis and should be called a baby name. So they said that from now on
my penis
would be called a peepee and if I called it anything else I would be
spanked on
my bare bottom just like a naughty baby.
Aunty and Mommy kept me naked for the rest of the afternoon
and they played with my peepee and kept it hard and sticking up and
bouncing
and jiggling. They laughed and teased and made me tell them how ashamed
I was
not to have a big boy penis but only a tiny little baby peepee. It made
me so
ashamed that I finally began to cry just like a baby and Aunty said I
must be
punished and they pulled their skirts way up and they made me lie
across their
bare legs with my little baby peepee sticking down between them and
then they
spanked my baby bottom and as I bawled and wiggled my baby peepee
rubbed
between their legs and even though the spanking hurt a lot I was
getting very
excited and I had a naughty spasm that felt sooooo good that I decided
I wanted
Mommy to bring me to Aunty Brown's house again real soon.
To Be Continued ...
(The End)