Jeannie Grants Wishes 2

By See Erva

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“Chris, I’m off to do some shopping!” his mother called out. “You’ve got an assignment to finish so get to it and don’t give your sister a hard time!”

“He’d better not!” Stella whispered to her friends as her mother left, “or you’ll give him a hard time, like you did Jerry. And yes, I meant it the way it came out.”

Tanisha and Jeannie giggled. Stella rummaged through the pantry and found bags of pretzels and popcorn. There was most of a two liter bottle of Diet Sprite in the fridge. The girls brought these to the living room. Chris was sprawled on the sofa watching a rerun of Criminal Minds.

“Get upstairs and start working on that assignment,” Stella ordered.

“Buzz off, munchkin and take King Kong and the Dork with you!”

“You heard Mom. You have an assignment to finish!”

“And you’re not Mom, so butt out!”

“Actually, we’re about to butt in!”

She sat on the sofa across his back, as he had done to her so many times. Normally she would never do this, knowing he would overpower her, but today she had her friends to back her up. Before he could react, Jeannie sat across his shoulders and Tanisha on his behind. He was pinned.

“Hey, get off me!”

“When did your mom buy a talking sofa cushion?” Jeannie asked.

The girls giggled while he shouted.

“How many times have you done this to me?” Stella demanded. “Now you know what it feels like!”

“Don’t forget your friends don’t live here! When they leave, I’m gonna get you good!”

“And what are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna ride you all over the house!”

“So you believe whoever is stronger has the right to do whatever they want to anyone weaker?’

“Yeah!” Then he realized the implication of his response. “I mean no!”

“Too late! Thanks for admitting that! Tani, he’s all yours!”

The three girls rose. For a moment he could breathe freely. Then Tani pulled him off the couch and tossed him to the carpeted floor. As he scrambled to his hands and knees, she mounted him like a pony. He collapsed under her weight.

“Get off me, you big ape!”

“Not until I get my ride.”

“I can’t do it!”

“Then I’ll just sit here until your mom gets home.”

“That won’t be for an hour - maybe longer!”

“I’ll wait. I don’t have an assignment to finish.”

“While we’re waiting, we should be teaching Chris a lesson in respect,” Stella said, kneeling down on the carpet next to him.

Pain flared in his backside. She had spanked him!

“You don’t insult your sister!” she shouted. Smack! “You don’t insult your sister’s friends!” Smack! “You don’t bully your sister just because she’s smaller than you!”

“My turn!” Jeannie shouted, dropping to her knees.

Smack! “You will address me as Jeannie or Ms. Carter, not the Red Dork!” Smack! “When we visit, you will make yourself scarce and not hang around us being obnoxious!”

This was not only painful, it was humiliating. Her sister’s oversized friend was sitting on him and her cute friend - not that he would ever admit he found her cute - was spanking him.

“Enough already!” he shouted.

“Are you ready to take your punishment?” Stella demanded. “A horsey ride for each of us across the living room!”

“Okay! But Tanisha has to let me get up first!”

Tanisha lifted her weight off and let him get to his hands and knees. She lowered herself slowly. He held her weight - barely. Gasping and grunting, he managed to carry her across the room. His back ached and he burned with indignation. Sure he had fantasized about Tanisha many times but in his dreams he was the one on top. To add to his humiliation, her hand was across the cleft of his buttocks.

Tani was enjoying the ride. Except for giving rides to her little nephew, she hadn’t played horsey since she was nine and had grown too big to be carried. Now she was riding a lovely blonde pony. She thought of slapping his behind and shouting “Giddy up!” but knew he was moving as fast as he could. She settled for cupping his firm behind in her large hand and feeling the movement as he crawled.

“My turn!” Stella called out as Tanisha dismounted.

While Chris was humiliated to play horsey to his petite older sister, at least she didn’t feel him up while riding him around the room and after carrying Tanisha, Stella’s weight hardly bothered him.

Then it was Jeannie’s turn. Of Stella’s friends, Jeannie featured most in Chris’s fantasies. He knew he didn’t have a chance with Tanisha. She was older, taller, stronger and black. But Jeannie was his height and less than a year older. Next year when they were both in high school, would the age difference really matter? When she mounted him, embarrassment wrestled with excitement. Crawling on his hands and knees while she rode him was embarrassing. Realizing that he was between the legs of his secret crush excited him. He could feel the heat of her loins through his shirt. Then she cupped the cleft of his butt and his feelings kicked up another notch. Part of his brain was screaming, “OMG! She’s got her hand on your butt!” while the other part was sending waves of pleasure straight to his groin.

Jeannie couldn’t believe this was happening! She was riding Stella’s handsome little brother and had a hand pressed against his firm butt! The sensations running through her almost caused her to moan. When Chris reached the other end of the room, she reluctantly rose on shaky legs. Chris slowly tried to stand, but realized he had an embarrassing problem.

“What’s the matter, Chris?” Stella asked.

“It looks like he enjoyed this!” Jeannie called out.

Chris was mortified as the girls giggled.

“Go do your assignment and leave us alone!” Stella ordered. “Unless you want to stick around for more.”

“No!” Chris ran for the stairs as fast as his legs and his condition would allow.

“I’m disappointed,” Jeannie said. “You got to do a whole lot more with Jerry.”

“Jerry took a whole lot longer to fix,” Stella reminded her. “Thought I really didn’t expect Chris to be so easy.”

“Don’t think you’re getting away with this, Munchkin!” Chris shouted from the top of the stairs. “When your friends go home, you’re gonna be sorry!”

“Sounds like he hasn’t learned his lesson,” Stella commented. “So our work here isn’t done.”

Chris’ blood boiled as he slammed the door to his room. How dare she think she can invite her friends here to bully and molest him? His rear still smarted from the spanking and he was still hard. At least he knew what to do about that. He went to the bathroom and started the warm water running in the tub.

“Hey, he’s taking a bath!” Stella exclaimed.

“Why do you sound so happy about it?”

“Because this is our chance! Come on!”

They followed her upstairs. She turned the knob. The door was locked.

Chris sat down in the warm water which reached his belly button. He closed his eyes, leaned back and immersed himself in his fantasy. He was riding that bitch Tanisha like a pony. He was naked and so was she and he was slapping her magnificent ass while she carried him around his room. As the real pressure built up, in his mind he was sliding off her and positioning himself behind her. He found it difficult to complete the action while seated, so he stood in the tub with his eyes still closed and brought himself closer to climax.

“I bet he only used the lock on the doorknob,” Stella said. “There’s a sliding latch on the door, but over time the door warped and it takes some effort to jiggle it into place. So dad replaced the doorknob with a locking one.”

“What difference does that make?”

“It’s a safety lock in case the door gets locked by accident.”

She went to her own bedroom and grabbed a lollipop from her desk drawer.

“Jeannie, remember when I wished for a lollipop and you granted my wish? Well, now that lollipop is gonna grant your wish.”

She pushed the stick into a round hole in the center of the doorknob. Something clicked. She turned the knob and opened the door.

Chris was standing in the tub with his eyes closed, his hands clasped about his stiff member which extended about five inches. He was seconds away from ecstasy. A sound disturbed him. He opened his eyes and stared at horror at the three girls watching him with amusement, holding cell phones. He froze for a second, then sat down to hide his lower half from their gaze. The shame he had felt before was nothing like the humiliation of being caught masturbating by his sister and her friends.

“Get out!” he shrieked in a voice shrill like a girl’s.

They didn’t. To his shock, they approached the tub and looked down. He crouched down on his knees to hide his privates from their view. There was nothing he could do about his clearly visible rear.

“You’re locking the barn after the horse escaped,” Stella said. “We’ve already seen everything you’ve got. We’ve even got photos.”

“Get out! Get out!”

“Not until you stand up.”

“I’m not doing that so just get out!”

“Don’t be silly. We can make you stand up very easily.”

Chris lay frozen as his sister lifted the knob which opened the drain. Tanisha grabbed a fistful of his blonde hair and began tugging. He knew he had no choice but to get up.

“Wait!” Jeannie said. “There’s no need to hurt him. I have a better way.”

She knelt at the side of the tub and reached inside. She caressed his bare back and let her hand trail lower. He shuddered but made no move or comment. She ran her palm across his naked behind. He finally spoke.

“Hey! Cut that out!”

“Then stand up.”

“I can’t!”

Chris had never felt so humiliated and so helpless. Three girls were gawking at his nakedness and he didn’t know what to do. Stand up and reveal all or lay there and let them look? Then Jeannie began rubbing his naked butt! Her hand went completely under him. He couldn’t allow that! So he took the only action available. He sat down, trapping her hand against the floor of the bath. She began laughing.

“He’s sitting on my hand!”

“Why is that funny?” Stella asked, still recording.

“It just feels so weird! I’ve got a naked boy’s butt in my hand!”

The feeling was weird to Chris as well. He had never been so mortified in his life! She curled her hand and squeezed. One of her fingers began to penetrate his anus. He quickly raised himself off her hand. She reached lower. He cringed as her palm cupped his testicles.

“Oh my gosh! I’m holding his sack!” she squealed.

“Don’t hurt me!” he pleaded.

“Don’t worry,” she reassured him. “I’m not into pain - just humiliation.”

She bent all the way into the tub - now empty of water - and reached further. Her hand closed around his manhood.

“I’ve got it!” she exclaimed, “and it’s getting bigger!”

If someone could actually die of shame, Chris needed a coroner. Her hand was wrapped around his shaft. As mortified as he was, his body was responding to the warm, gentle pressure. He erupted.

Now he understood. He was having a crazy, wet dream! Soon he would wake up cold and sticky and relieved that this had not actually happened.

“Wow! That felt like holding a live snake!” Jeannie shouted.

She withdrew her arm, then washed her hands at the sink with soap.

“How long are you gonna lay there, Chris?” Stella asked.

He had reached climax so why wasn’t the dream ending? Dream or not, he still couldn’t deliberately expose himself.

“Until you get out of here!”

“We’re not leaving without our show! Tani, pick him up by the hair if you have to!”

“Wait!” Jeannie said. “We can get him out without that. Just turn on the hot water. He can get out or burn.”

With a sinking feeling, Chris knew he was beaten. At this point, he had no dignity left. Slowly, he stood up with his back to them.

“Are you planning to get out of the tub backward and walk backward all the way to your room?” Stella asked. “And that won’t help anyway because you’ll have to walk past us. So you might as well turn around.”

Slowly he did, keeping his hands at his groin.

“Want a towel?”

She held it out. He had to remove one hand from his crotch to reach for it.

“You’re being ridiculous! You know you’re only postponing the inevitable. Now you’ve got a choice: put your hand down and take your punishment like a man, or have Tani do it for you and then we add some more to your penalty.”

Chris was almost beyond caring. He would just play it out until he woke up. If it wasn’t a dream, after everything that had been done to him, letting them see what they inevitably would anyway was not something to suffer over. He lowered his other hand and crimsoned with shame.

“Looks a little small, don’t you think?” Tanisha remarked.

“You know he - well, we - just took care of it a minute ago,” Jeannie reminded her. “Give it some time to get back to normal size.”

“Here’s a towel,” Stella said.

“I think he should rinse off first,” Jeannie advised.

Chris sat back down in the tub and ran water over his groin. Then he stepped out and took the towel his sister offered to wipe dry. He tied it around his waist.

“None of that!” Tanisha chided, pulling it from him.

“What now?” he asked.

“Let’s go to your room,” Stella decided. “We still have to discuss your punishment.”

“You mean there’s more than this?”

“We were willing to let it go after what happened in the living room but you just had to make one more threat. So we need to punish you until you understand it’s over. There will be no revenge. We’ve got photos and videos. We can put them on the net or show them to everyone in school. So this ends now. After today, we won’t talk about this again - unless you make us. You keep your mouth shut and so will we.”

“Well, I’m telling Mom.”

“She already knows. Not all the details, of course, but that we were planning to teach you a lesson and it involved humiliation and possibly nudity. She asked us to do it.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Because you’ve been obnoxious and out of control! Then she saw how well our treatment worked on someone else and decided we should try it on you. But I’m sure she’d rather be spared a detailed description. Now let’s get moving.”

“Suppose I don’t want to?”

“Like you’ve got a choice,” Jeannie laughed. She reached between his legs and took him in a firm grip. “I’ve got you by the balls, literally. Move it or lose it.”

She used two hands, one wrapped around his shaft and the other cupping his sack. Leading his as if by a rope, she walked backward toward his room. Behind him, Tanisha put her large hand under his butt.

Chris was led to his room from in front and behind. He had thought the ordeal in the tub was the most humiliating experience of his life but this was a thousand times worse. He couldn’t bear looking at Jeannie’s mocking smile, so he closed his eyes and let them guide him. With his eyes closed, he could only concentrate on the tactile sensations and they were erotic. He felt like he was sitting on a warm, soft yet firm bicycle seat which was perfectly contoured to his shape. A similar support held him securely in front and exerted a firm yet gentle pressure on his shaft. Despite having just found relief, he felt himself stir.

“Hey, the snake’s waking up!” Jeannie called out.

They positioned him in the center of his room and let go. Unlike Jerry’s, Chris’s room was fairly neat for a boy. His bed was unmade and his sneakers tossed haphazardly in a corner but his dirty clothing was in a hamper and there were no candy wrappers or pizza boxes present. Stella and Jeannie sat on the bed. Tanisha took the only chair in the room.

“So what do we do with him?” Stella asked.

“I say an over-the-knees, old-fashioned spanking,” Tanisha replied.

“Okay. You can do the honors. You heard her, Chris. Get over her lap.” When he made no move, she said, “You know if we have to force you to do it, it’s gonna be a lot worse. So what’s it gonna be - cooperate for five spanks or we force you for ten? And that gets doubled when it’s Jeannie’s turn.”

Chris finally realized this was no wet dream, it was a nightmare. He was standing in middle of his room naked, in front of his sister and two friends, one a girl he had a secret crush on. They had ridden him, smacked him, manhandled his private parts and now they were about to spank him. Yet he had no choice. Reluctantly he lay across Tanisha’s lap. She spread her legs to accommodate his stiff penis, then closed them when he was draped across her. The stiff material of her jeans chafed his sensitive part yet the pressure and heat emanating from her woke him up further. She felt it too and commented on it.

He lay there for a moment trying to enjoy the sensation when SMACK! Her large hand made painful contact with his bare buttocks. He jerked. SMACK! A second blow hit his already tender nether regions. Now there was a pink hand print on either side. He recalled all the nasty comments he had made about Tanisha, some of them racist. The girl had good reason to hate him and it appeared that she had saved it all for this moment. Smack! Smack! Smack!

He leaped off her lap and jumped up and down, rubbing his burning butt. He didn’t care that the girls were enjoying the sight of his manhood bobbing up and down. He was in pain and tears ran down his face.

“Stella, you’re next,” Tanisha said, rising from the chair.

“I’m not gonna spank my own brother’s bare butt!” Stella protested.

As much as he hated her for putting him through this, in that moment he loved her for sparing him further torture. Jeannie took the chair and his hatred flared anew. How could the girl for whom he had held a secret torch turn out to be such a sadist? Couldn’t she see he was in agony?

“Don’t hurt me!” he pleaded, draping himself over her lap.

She raised her skirt to allow room for his manhood. Once again it was nestled in a female crotch. The feel of her bare skin and the heat from her crotch caused him to swell.

“The snake wakes again!” she commented.

She raised her hand and he cringed against the fiery pain which was sure to follow. To his surprise, she placed it gently on his buttocks and rubbed them soothingly.

“I told you I’m not into pain,” she said.

“But you still owe him a punishment,” Stella reminded her. “If you don’t do your part, I’ll hafta ask Tani.”

“No!” Chris begged, tears flowing anew.

“I said I’m not into pain,” Jeannie repeated, “but I don’t mind a little humiliation.”

A little? Chris thought. She considered this a little humiliation? But at that moment he was happy that she was considering an alternative to another spanking.

“So what do you suggest?”

“Chris, do you have any ideas?”

He had a hundred ideas, all of them embarrassing. He went with one he could live with.

“What about another horsey ride?”

“Sounds good to me,” Jeannie agreed, and in that moment, he was back in love with her.

Compliantly, he got down on all fours, knowing that in this position everything was on display. Jeannie mounted him. Once again he carried her around a room while her hand rested on his behind, only this time he was naked. Her bare inner thighs gripped his sides. Only a scrap of cotton separated her warm crotch from his bare back. Despite his humiliation, he was physically aroused.

Jeannie was excited as well. She had seen and touched a handsome naked boy in every way possible. Now she was sitting astride his bare back, feeling the play of his muscles under her loins. She wondered if he could feel how wet she was. Was the heat underneath coming from him or from her? After several revolutions around the room, she felt her mount faltering and told him he could stop. She stood up, then extended her hand and helped him up.

“Looks like you’re done,” she remarked.

“Yes, Chris. You can get dressed now,” his sister confirmed.

A wave of relief washed over him. At last the ordeal was over.

As he started to the bathroom where he had left his clothes, Jeannie called out, “Wait, I’m coming with you!”

“Why?” he asked, almost in tears again, “I thought I was finished!”

“Don’t you want to take care of that?” she asked, pointing at his crotch. “I know what you need and I have a firm grasp on the matter.” Her friends laughed and even Chris smiled fleetingly. “I’m not going to insist. It has to be your decision.”

Chris contemplated his response. Of all that he had been through, that part was the most enjoyable. If he had to endure the humiliation, at least he could take some pleasure in it.

“Okay,” he agreed.

He stood in the tub with the warm water running while Jeannie spilled shampoo into her palm and worked up a lather. Then she soaped him into an eruption. She washed her hands while he rinsed off and toweled dry. Then she dressed him, holding out his underpants while he stepped into them as if he were a child and she was his babysitter.

“Remember what we told you,” she cautioned him. “Keep your mouth shut from now on or next time it’ll be worse.”

How could it be worse? he wondered.

The sound of the door opening brought them all downstairs. The girls helped Mrs. Martin carry in the groceries.

“So how’d everything go?” she asked.

“Very well,” Stella replied.

“Are you kidding me?” Chris shouted. “Mom, they came into the bathroom while I was in the tub and pulled me out and spanked me!”

“And what did you do to them?”

“Nothing!”

“I find that hard to believe. I’ve seen how you behave around them. I’ve heard the insulting names you call them.”

“He lay across the couch watching TV and refused to move,” Stella said. “So we taught him a little lesson. Instead of accepting it, he ran upstairs shouting insults and threats. So we had to teach him a great big lesson.”

“Did it work?” her mother asked.

“It better have.”

“If not, you can call your friends over and teach him another one.”

“I don’t believe this!” Chris shouted. “They attacked me and molested me and you’re taking their side!”

“Because I don’t know how else to control you!” his mother shouted. “Your behavior has just been impossible! You misbehave at home and in school. Your grades are dropping. I’m tired of it! How far did you get in the assignment you were supposed to be working on?”

“How am I supposed to work on it when Stella and her friends were attacking me?”

“Excuse me!” his sister said, “but when you were lying on the couch being obnoxious, I reminded you that you had an assignment to work on and you told me to butt out!”

“And you want to know why I take her side?” his mother asked rhetorically. “Because you don’t have a side! If you were upstairs doing your assignment, like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t have happened. And until I see a change in your behavior and in your grades, I’m putting your sister in charge of discipline!”

“Incidentally, I thought we agreed that we weren’t going to bother Mom about this,” Stella reminded him. “I said you keep your mouth shut and so would we. But now that you’ve talked, so can we and maybe show some videos. Who should it be? How about Carla Hicks?”

A wave of nausea overcame Chris. Like most boys in the neighborhood, he had a crush on the beautiful Carla.

“Please don’t! Not Carla!”

“Then who? How about Mara Wolf?”

“Noooo!”

Chris couldn’t decide which was worse. Mara was a year younger than him but in his class due to skipping a grade. He considered her an overweight, unattractive nerd lacking in social skills. She had an obvious crush on him and he took advantage of it to sit next to her in class and cheat off her tests. When with his buddies, he would make derogatory comments though rarely to her face since he needed her help. The thought of Mara seeing those videos made him cringe but so did the thought of Carla seeing them.

“We’ll give you a day to decide, Carla or Mara,” Stella decided.

“I have a better idea,” Jeannie said. “How about we decide and we don’t tell him? We also tell whoever it is not to tell him. That way he’ll wonder who it is. And any time he needs to be punished, we show it to one more person the same way.”

“I love it! He’ll walk around school wondering who saw! It’ll drive him crazy!”

“No! You can’t do that!” he protested.

“Then choose. Mara or Carla.”

“Either way my life is over.”

He ran upstairs sobbing while the girls laughed. He lay on his bed for hours plotting revenge.

(The End)