The Sisters' Plot 3
By JC6
Copyright 2012 by JC6, all rights reserved
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sexual activity
involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to
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Jon was quiet as Vivian led him into her house. It wasn't
until he felt the breeze from the ceiling fan on his skin that he
realized he
was completely naked. With a gasp and a blush of embarrassment, he
tried to
cover himself up.
Vivian laughed musically. "Oh, stop being so modest
silly!" she said gently moving his hands. "It's not like I haven't
seen a little boy naked before. I used to be a pediatric nurse,
remember?"
Jon nodded blushing again. He had used to like watching Ms.
McCarty leave the house in her starched, white nurse's uniform.
"I still volunteer at the clinic and give physicals and
wellness checks to little boys like you all the time Jonny," she said
pinching his cheek as she had earlier. "In fact, let's take a look at
that
bottom of yours. Your sisters really seemed to be letting you have it."
Jon backed away his cheeks flaming. "No...uh...it's...I'm.I'm..."
"... disobeying me," Vivian said her voice
becoming stern, "I just want to see how your bottom is doing, but if
you
want to be a disobedient little boy, well, you will soon see that I can
make a
spanking from your sisters seem like a Sunday picnic," she said in a
tone
that caused Jon to shiver.
Not wanting to risk another spanking so soon, Jon turned
around and presented his bottom to his neighbor. "Hmm...yes, it's quite
pink, but I think you will survive," Vivian said rubbing his sore
cheeks
lightly. "Now, your mom said you could help me tidy up around here, but
before you do that we need to get you cleaned off. You're covered in
sand! It
won't do one bit of good to clean if you are dropping sand everywhere.
Let's
get you in the tub."
Jon's protest was cut off by a sharp swat to his bottom. "A
bath sitting on a sore bottom will not be any less embarrassing little
boy," Vivian said. "Quit worrying. Little boys are far too modest,
and it's time you learned to loosen up. Soon you will be too old to
walk around
with your little wee-wee hanging out."
Jon blushed again thinking that 12 was far too old as it was! He was
wise
enough not to argue though as he was led to the bathroom.
With the bubbles up around his ears, Jon had to admit that
the bath actually did feel nice. He even bit back on the refusal that
started
to come out as Vivian got a sponge and started to wash him - first his
shoulders, then his back, his chest, down his legs and finally, well,
it made
Jon blush just to think about it. Vivian had laughed at his discomfort
and
given his hairless member a little squeeze.
He had blushed again as Vivian laid him over her lap and
rubbed some lotion into his sore rear-cheeks. She had taken the time to
spread
some of the smooth cream over his penis and scrotum as well. "We
wouldn't
want you to chafe," she said sagely as she massaged the cream deep into
the skin.
Jon squirmed feeling his dick stiffen, but his boyhood
shriveled again as Ms. McCarty landed ten fast, hard, and very stingy
spanks to
his vulnerable and well-presented bottom. "That's just to let you know
what to expect if you are anything but a diligent little helper," she
said
helping him up and kissing him on the cheek.
The next few hours were a blur to Jon, who seemed to have
become Vivian's naked house keeper. He cleaned the refrigerator, dusted
shelves, vacuumed the floors, and washed the windows. Anytime his
attention or
effort flagged even a little Vivian seemed to be right behind him to
deliver a
motivational flurry of stinging spanks.
When the house was finally declared to be finished, Jon was
tired, flustered, and sporting a pair of very rosy rear cheeks. "Good
work
little one," Vivian said kissing Jon's cheek again. "Now, you had
best hurry home. Your mommy is taking you shopping this afternoon," she
said giving Jon one final firm swat on the bottom as she led him into
the
garden and pointed him in the direction of home.
(The End)