Chaperoning the Weeblos Chapter 7

Chaperoning the Weeblos Chapter 7
By Sir Cum Sizemore

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Chapter 7

"All right girls, we want you to take the boys down to the stream and scrub them down. We want them looking clean and bright when we hike to Meadowlands today." Sam gave instruction to his daughter and her friend. "Boys anyone not doing as Jenny or Mary command will be sporting stripes on their backsides today, so you best do as you're told. Get some towels and follow the girls to the stream."

Jenny approached Dr. Gwen, "You know their penises don't shrink in the cold water. They still stay hard so whatever you're giving them really works. The little ball sacks get tight and shrink, but their penises keep sticking straight out."

"Well, now, that's good to know. I don't think I would have thought to check that, Jenny. That's a good researcher checking all those variables. Thank you for telling me."

"Now, do you think I'll get to treat Cliff's penis? You know shove that thing in there?"

"I'll think about it. Maybe we'll let you clean out your brother's, how about that?"

"Oh, I'd love to do him. I like to hurt Kevin. Lets him know who's in-charge. Mom might enjoy watching that too." Jenny had a glint in her eye. "Only problem is, if I do Kevin's I won't have as much to work with. You know, Cliff's is so long and all."

"Well, maybe we'll let you push it right up to the bladder and you can watch the urine seep out. We'll see what the day brings," the pediatrician walked to the coffeepot leaving the excited young girl to discuss the matter further with her friend.

Sam broke the girls' discussion, "Come on now girls, we need these boys spotless. Get them down there scrub them. Make sure you get their fronts and holes clean as a whistle. I don't want any brown rims. Here use this toothbrush to clean the holes of those who need it. I dropped the damned thing on the floor of the restroom yesterday and I'm not going to be putting it in my mouth again. That's for sure."

"I want to shove that brush right in the twins' holes. I mean all the way in. Especially that whiner, Joey," Mary was excited at the prospect of exploring the boy's nether regions with the tool presented to them.

"Well, go ahead, just make sure he's clean. That's all," Sam walked toward the women sitting at the picnic table nursing cups of coffee.

While the boys were getting cleaned for the day and undergoing tough inspections from the girls the adults chatted. "You know Jenny wants to ream out Kevin's penis with a swab?" Gwen offered. "I mean wants is a little tame. She's chomping at the bit to do it. I told her that would be up to you."

"See what you started with that demonstration yesterday on Cliff?" Mandy teased.

"Hey, the boy needed to be checked and treated. I just did what needed to be done."

"Well, I guess we can find a way that Kevin needs to be done, too."

"Geeezzzz, Mandy, Cliff had a need. I mean a medical need. Kevin's our son. You'd let him undergo something like that just for grins? What the hell are you thinking? Shit, you're his mother for christsake." Sam was really uncomfortable at how cavalier the women were about manipulating the boys' genitals.

"What can I say? We're girls. We like playing with boys' things. You know that, don't you? I mean some guys don't mind when we nibble on their tips and suck their cocks, do they? Sound familiar, Sam?"

"Hey, what goes on in our `tent' is our business. You don't have to share that with your friends."

"Gwen's a doctor. She's okay with it."

The doctor sat there smiling and nodding affirmatively. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment at the conversation. Sam, on the other hand, was red faced and couldn't make eye contact with her.

Fifteen minutes later the first of the boys, Ricky and Anthony, came up the trail complaining at the rough treatment the girls were giving them. Sam couldn't resist, "What the hell are you two complaining about?"

Anthony was the first to complain, "Mary".

"What about Mary?"

"She's shoving a toothbrush in our assholes and scrubbing them. It scratches and when we tell her to stop she just says, `Let me do it again and make sure you're clean'. It's unsanitary too. She uses the same brush in each of us."

"Oh quit your complaining. She rinses it off between holes doesn't she?" Mandy chuckled.

"Boys, you need to put on your shoes. No socks. As soon as the rest are up here were going to take the pills for today. Anthony come over here and let me check something." Sam gave the boys direction. "You too, Ricky, come over here." The boys approached and Sam took their semi erect penises in his hands. As he rolled them around he noted, "They aren't as stiff today as they were. Are they supposed to get soft like this?"

Gwen replied, "The drug only works for twelve hours. It's been almost thirteen since I gave them the last dose. We'll give them this morning's in a few minutes and they should be back to hard almost immediately. Here boys come over here and let me feel you."

Timidly both boys walked toward the physician who repeated the penile examination. Yeah, they'll be fine. "You boys like having erections all the time?"

Ricky allowed, "No, sometimes it feels real tight and it hurts a little bit. I like when they're soft better."

"Well, Ricky, the next time you feel tight or it hurts you let me know and we'll have someone play with it for you. " Then fingering his scrotum she observed, "Still a ways from shooting anything, but I'll bet a dry orgasm will help with that. We'll see. Maybe we need another urethral exam."

"Is that where you put that Q-tip up my wiener?"

"Well, yes, that's only part of it though Ricky." Gwen had the empathetic look of a concerned physician.

"I'll be fine. We don't need to do that. I'm going to be just great."

"Okay, Son, but you tell one of us if you don't," Sam gave the boy's bare buttock a love tap and pointed toward their tent.

After the remainder of the boys had returned they were lined up for the morning dose. Each of them took the pill in hand and it was evident they had put two and two together. `Every time we take these pills our dicks get hard as a rock'. Each boy was given a cup of orange juice to wash the meds down. Within minutes the phalluses were all at attention again. Mary walked down the line with her hand extended and bounced each boys erection side to side. She was followed by Jenny who saw the results and decided to give them a second swing.

Sam addressed the assembled scouts, "We are going to Meadowlands campground. Now, here are some rules. You are to walk in a single file line while we go along the road. You will keep at least three feet apart. Now, there will be many people who want to take pictures of you as we do this. It's really exciting to see naked boys your age walking along the road with erections. We don't have time for dawdling, so don't stop for people to cop a feel. Just keep walking. Any questions?"

Joey raised his hand, "Are we going to be right where everyone can see us?"

"Well, Joey, I'd say the main road through the park is going to be about as `right where people can see us' as it gets. And, you boys are not to cover up. You let your little packages swing around and air out. Anyone tries to cover up and it's butt warming time right there in front of the crowds. So keep your hands away from your packages."

Joey continued, "I don't feel good. I think I might need to stay at the camp."

Sam turned toward the table, "Dr. Gwen we might need an examination on this one. I'll bet his penis needs checking and for sure you'll need to probe his hole for awhile. I'll bet one of Mrs. Carson's butt plugs would help. What do you think?"

"Oh at least all that stuff," the doctor nodded.

"Well, maybe I feel a little better. I'll probably be all right." Joey announced.

"Oh, I'm so glad, because the people who are making lunch and dinner for us at Meadowlands would really miss you, Joey. Any other questions or concerns?" Carl raised his hand. "Yes, Carl."

"Who are the people we're meeting with?"

"Another group of scouts," Sam wanted to keep the fact that it was a group of girls of similar age they'd be meeting. "Okay, then let's get started. As we hike I want you guys to sing and whistle. Remember, hands to your sides."

The boys left their somewhat secluded campsite and were almost immediately confronted with a road that wound through the RV portion of the campground. The sight of the naked boys marching along and singing "Hey, Lyde, Lyde, Hey, Lyde, Lyde, Lo…" to keep the cadence was too much for most of the occupants. Many left their makeshift patios to run into the RV's to retrieve their cameras. Most of the women were heard saying, "Isn't that precious?" or "Aren't they the cutest?" The men were responding with, "I remember when I was a scout." Occasionally, "Tim, or George, or Bill or Harry get a picture of that boy with the real long one. No, the boy with the long one," as they pointed out Cliff's gifted appendage.

Following the trip through the more elderly RV area, they approached the main entrance for the campground and turned left down the main thoroughfare of the park. Cars immediately began to slow. Women were hanging out the windows with their digital cameras clicking away as their husbands slowed to a crawl and smiled from behind the steering wheel. Children had the look of awe on their faces to see other kids exposing all their goods to the public. Horns honked and traffic began to stop as cars pulled to the side of the road and people jumped out for pictures. The boys couldn't look at the onlookers and found themselves keeping their eyes straight ahead to try to avoid the embarrassment. But that didn't shield them from the remarks and cat calls. "Hey can we feel them?" "Wow, Susan, look at that kid's. It must be at least a foot long." "Can we get them to pose?" "Can they suck each other?" and for the next three miles it continued. Sam, ever the protector, ignored the questions and kept the boys moving.

At the two mile mark a church bus full of older members of the Pine Cove Baptist Church of Covington, Illinois stopped and a man and middle aged woman stepped out. The woman began preaching, "How dare you defile these children like this. This is disgusting. These children should be covered immediately."

Sam had had enough, "Lady get your ass back on the bus and get out of our business. These boys were created in "His image and likeness", are you saying God should be ashamed and hide part of His image? Our children are beautiful and there is no part of their body that should be hidden or not talked about or seen. You know Jesus probably spent most of His boyhood nude. Back then clothing wasn't something most kids or parents worried about. It ain't all a nice little Biblical movie you know. Reality…" He was interrupted by Dr. Gwen.

"Sam just go over and stand with the boys. Let me take care of this." He walked to the group of gathered boys with rock hard penises. "These boys are in my care. They are children. If you haven't ever seen naked little boys come over and have a good look. If you have, then what's the problem here? Are you afraid they're going to rape you daughters? If this is so offensive how is it that all your passengers are glued to the windows. Here, have a look, they're all peering out the window. If it's so offensive wouldn't you think they'd have cast their eyes the other way? Listen, keep your fucking prudish bullshit to yourselves, not get your asses back on the bus and leave these innocent boys alone." As the man began to read from his Bible, Gwen turned around and walked to the boys. In the background she could hear words like "abomination" and "immodest" being shouted.

"Okay all of you little boys stand up and from a straight line facing the bus." They did as they were told Joey and Anthony had begun to cry a little at the pressure of the moment. "Now bend your backs so your penises are pointed right at that bus." There was a wide opened view of seven pre-teen penises thrust out toward the bus. "Now everyone turn around," the boys complied, "bend over all of you" again the boys complied. Joey was crying audibly at this point, "all of you reach around and spread your butt cheeks. I want to see seven holes winking at me right now." The boys complied. Both the man and the woman got indignant and rejoined their group on the bus. "You boys just stand like that until they're gone." The bus pulled out momentarily and the passengers turned so as not to miss a think until they couldn't see the troop anymore.

Sam took back control, "Okay, guys, we've got another mile or so. Let's get going. Joey, it's over quit crying. Those people were jerks, son. Hopefully, we won't have to deal with prudes anymore today."

As they entered the Meadowland campground they were greeted by a group of little girl's in Brownie uniforms. Immediately the girls began to giggle and point and the boys started to block the view of their genitals. "Remember you cover those and I'll whip your butts with the strap. Boys I mean it," Mandy reminded the boys. Carol walked forward and was immediately introduced to Sam. The boys were lined up and introduced to Carol and the girls who were still giggling and pointing at the erect little peckers sticking out and pointing back at them.

"Our campsite is this way," Carol started to lead the way. Once they arrived at the site there were eight tents scattered over a small field situated by the same stream that wound its way past the boys' campsite. "I'd like to start off with an educational experience for my girls. Kind of a discovery learning session if you don't mind."

"No, not at all," Mandy agreed. "Sam you don't have a problem with that do you?"

"No. You girls just run the whole session. I'll stand by to whip the fire out of the first boy who gives us a problem."

"Why don't you go ahead and start this Carol as you have already got an idea as to how it should proceed."

No further thrust was needed to get Carol to initiate the program. "Boys and girls let's gather around the fire here. You boys sit on those benches and girls you can sit on the ground over here facing the boys."

"Boys get those legs spread. Let the girls have a good look," Mandy ordered.

Carol continued, "Today, girls we're going to learn about little boy bodies. I'm going to give each pair of you a boy to take back to your tent. You may touch or do whatever you want to their boy parts or anywhere on their bodies to learn things you didn't know. I want you to write down the things you learned about the little boys as you feel and do things to their parts. I will give each team of girls one boys and they must do this in one hour. That means you boys will let the girls touch and do whatever they want to any parts of your body. And, if you don't, Mr. Carson will beat you with his strap there right in front of everyone. So a little discomfort and pain now won't be as bad as if you don't cooperate." Carol leaned over her shoulder and whispered to Mandy and Gwen, "Whoaaa, that one boy is pretty well set isn't he?"

"That's Cliff. I'd give him to the oldest girls you've got with you," Mandy suggested.

Carol grabbed Cliff's hand, "This is Cliff, how about you two take him to your tent. Remember you can feel anything you want and explore however you want. Don't feel afraid to experiment. If Cliff gives you a hard time, let us know and we'll have him beaten, okay?" The two little girls were beaming ear to ear, "You mean we can do things to his thing and his bag and stuff?"

"Anything you need to to learn, Honey." Carol reassured her. The girls ushered him to their tent and closed the flaps.

Carol continued, "Okay this is?"

"Carl," Mandy offered.

"This is Carl. You and you take him to a tent and start exploring his body."

"Next we have," Carol looked to Mandy.

"Kevin. He's my son." Mandy offered.

"Did you want to exclude him?" Carol inquired.

"Oh, definitely not. Give him to the roughest two you've got," Mandy smiled.

"Okay Felicia, you and Gloria take Kevin to a tent and have fun. Learn as much as you can about his body and don't forget his anus, you know his butt hole. Have fun." Kevin was ushered to a tent furthest from the fire area.

And so it went. Joey, of course was scared and showed signs of crying. The campsite was alive with mumbling. Occasionally there were the sounds of boys screaming in pain and many times "ooowwwww's" were heard. The adults giggled.

"Carol, I brought this backpack. It's filled with toys we can help the girls use. There are seven vibrating dildos, I have a few men's belts so they can whip them, some lanyards they can use to punish their penises, and, oh, don't let me forget the butt plugs." The women flipped through the contents of the pack as Sam entertained himself turning a dildo on and off. Gwen asked, "You did bring some lubricant, didn't you?"

Mandy unfastened a pocket with a flap. "Sure did," and she dumped out several individual KY packets. At the end of the hour, the boys and girls were gathered back at the fire site. All boys were still sporting hard as rock erections.

"Carl, why are you covering your penis?" Sam asked the nine year old.

"It hurts bad, Mr. Carson. Those girls smashed it between two logs."

"Let me see it, Honey," Gwen approached the boy. He removed his hands exposing a rather pink penis. Gwen examined his package fingering and prodding and looking for any sign of damage. "I think you'll be fine. Penises and testicles are very forgiving after the initial pain."

One of the little girls asked, "Did we break it?"

"Break what, Honey?" Gwen asked.

"His wiener."

"No you can't break a little boy's penis. There aren't any bones in there."

Still curious the girl pursued her questioning, "Why do they call them boners?"

"That's because when they are sticking out like this if feels like there's a bone in there. Doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it was pretty stiff."

"Tent two, what did you discover about boy parts?" Carol began the debriefing.

"We found out there are two like marbles in their sacks. You can stretch those sacks way down and the marbles show right through. Like this," the girl stretched Joey's scrotum exposing the two testicles.

"Those are his testicles and the bag is called a scrotum." Carol was interrupted by chatter and laughter from four girls who weren't paying much attention. "You girls need to pay attention. There will be a test on this before anyone gets a merit badge."

"Tent three, how about you? What did you find out?"

"Sharon said her brother's looks different than Kevin's. She said his has come skin on the tip, but she likes feeling Kevin's better."

"Sharon, you feel your brother's penis?"

"Yeah, he's a year younger than I am and Mom makes me bathe him. I like to play with his thing when I give him a bath."

"Does anyone know why Sharon's brother looks different from Kevin?"

"Probably cause someone cut the skin off Kevin's," the eleven year old girl responded.

Carol took the teaching moment, "And does anyone know what we call Kevin's kind?"

One of the giggling girls offered, "Yeah, he was cir something. My brother's is the same as Kevin's. We had this thing called a Bris and all these people watched this guy from our synagogue came to our house and cut it off. We all got to watch. Isaac cried a lot too when that guy cut off that skin, but now his looks like Kevin's."

"Okay we call that circumcised. All of our guests have been circumcised. Feel free to look around at the different shapes and things. This part in the front is called a glans. So circumcision makes the glans be out all the time. Nothing covering it. Tent one, what about you?"

"Cindy pushed her finger up Johnny's butt."

"EEEEEWWWWW," came the collective response.

Cindy picked up from there, "It wasn't so bad. I had fun. I thought I'd feel some poop in there but I didn't. It was a squishy and all. I had to really push hard to get my finger in there."

"Did you learn anything about his anus or bowel?"

"Well there's a hard lump in there. I thought it was poop." Again, the girls giggled at the taboo word. "It wasn't though. It was kind of hard and poop is squishy." Again a round of laughter.

"No, Cindy, it was probably something called a prostate. If you like one of the adults can help you explore your boy and answer your questions as you do. We'll let you all stick your fingers in them and feel around. So next session you just ask and we'll help you with it."

"How about tent six? What did you learn?"

"We squeezed those tes… tes…um…test…"

"Testicles?" Mandy helped.

"Yeah, those. Susan and I pinched them real hard and he scrunched up in a ball and screamed. We thought it was funny so we did it again. Then Susan punched him in them. He wasn't going to let her so I pulled out my knife and told him if he didn't we'd cut them off."

With that Sam raised his eyebrow and looked a Mandy as if to say, this was a bad idea. Noting the apparent upset with her male counterpart Carol chastised the girls emphatically, "Crystal, please don't do that again. You squeeze or punch all you want but don't you ever threaten to cut them off again. Is that understood by all of you. No, cutting of anything!"

"I wouldn't have done it, but he didn't know." Crystal tried to salvage her kinder reputation.

"Well, don't even threaten such a thing." Carol reiterated. "How about you tent five, what did you learn?"

"We took turns rubbing this hard thing."

"You mean his penis?"

"Yeah, but my father calls it a peter."

"Well that's slang. It's real name is penis. We'll call it penis while the boys are here."

"Well anyway, we rubbed it a lot, cause we liked how it feels and he got the shivers and came right up off the floor two or three times. Didn't you Kevin?"

Kevin embarrassed at such open sharing of intimacy nodded with his head down.

"He said we could do that some more if we wanted. At first he wouldn't let us touch him there, but I told him we were going to tell and he spread his legs apart so we could. Anyway, we learned if you rub that penis enough it makes the boy make groan noises and shiver. It was kind of fun wasn't it Karen?"

Karen nodded her agreement. "Yeah, I can't wait to try some of the other stuff though. I want to stick my finger inside him. That sounds real fun!"

"Okay, moving right along what about tent seven? You girls had Cliff. What did you do?"

"We rubbed it for awhile and Cathy put it in her mouth to see if she could bite it. She did and he didn't like that. She bit the tip real hard to see if it chewed like a piece of rubber and he just tried to get her to stop. I just laughed. Anyway, then we whipped it with our whistle lanyards. He kept saying ouch but we kept whipping it. It bounced every time the lanyards wrapped around it. Then we tried to push a pen into the hole in the tip and he started crying, so we stopped. We had it in this far too," she held her fingers about an inch apart. "It was getting hard to force it in there." Cliff sat still with redded watery eyes from the ordeal. "We wanted to see if we could make pee come out."

"Okay girls you need to go get your roasting sticks. We're going to try something different today. It'll be a treat for you and a treat for the boys. Get your sticks." The girls went to their tents and each returned carrying three foot tapered sticks starting at about a half inch thick and tapering to a sharpened tip of about a quarter inch. "Now each team should cook a marshmallow. Stick it in the fire like this, let it catch fire, blow it out, and then take it off the stick and push it on the penis tip of the boy you've been assigned. It might be a little hot for them, and they may scream a little but just ignore. They won't be so hot as to make a permanent burn. Cliff, come here," the well endowed boy walked slowly to the lady who was igniting a marshmallow. It blackened and she withdrew it from the fire. It continued to burn. She blew it out and before it could cool slid it off the tip of the stick and quickly shoved it onto the glans of Cliff's penis. Cliff let out with and "ooucchhh, oooucccch," and then calmed down somewhat. Then she pointed at Joey Benoit. "You, Joey, come over here and I want you to eat the marshmallow off Cliff's penis. Get at it." Tearfully the child approached. Dropping to his knees he opened his mouth, closed his teeth around the boy's glans, and pulled backward as the marshmallow slid off. "Now chew it up and swallow it." He did as he was told.

"Ooooo," one of the little girls observed, "there might have been some pee on it. Yuck!"

"Yes there may have been, but it won't hurt him. Now, Joey, lick it clean get all the sticky stuff off with your tongue. Don't use your hands, just your tongue. Get to licking." The long penis bounced around as Joey tried to clean up after himself. Now, here's what we're going to do. We're going to give each of you six marshmallows and we're going to have your boy stand where Cliff is. You have to cook marshmallows one at a time and put them on your boy's penis. Then each of the other boys must clean his penis of a marshmallow with his hands behind his back. We will time each boy's licking times. Then when the boy thinks he's cleaned the penis of his fellow scout, he will raise his hand and an adult will inspect it to see if all the sticky stuff is off. The boy whose times add up to the slowest will be whipped by you using your roasting stick on his bare bottom two times each. So let's give it a go. Each boy will eat six marshmallows off six of his fellow scouts penises, and the slowest gets whipped with roasting sticks by each of you girls."

"Cliff you are already in position, so yours will be the first penis to be cleaned by each of your friends here. Kevin, you're the next licker. Get ready set, go," she clicked the watch and the girls began cooking the sweet penis cap. Once on fire they twirled it, blew it out, slid it off and shoved it on the Cliff's glans. Again he expressed his hurt from the hot sticky cap. Immediately Kevin began the clean up. It was difficult to lick the tip clean as it kept moving to avoid the extended tongue. When he felt he'd finished, he held up his hand. Carol clicked off the watch.

"Mandy does it feel clean to you?" Carol asked.

Mandy felt the glans, "Yes, I think it's pretty clean. Wet but clean."

"Okay write Kevin's name down and put 47 seconds as his first cleaning. Anthony you're next. Kneel down in front of Cliff. Ready set, go," click.

Each of the boys had licked a marshmallow off every other boy's penis. The adults tallied the times with a great deal of interest. The boys waited apprehensively for the results. Carol came forward with the results, "Okay the quickest licker was Kevin. He cleaned everyone's penis in three minutes and seventeen seconds. Well done Kevin. And the slowest licker was, Joey Benoit. So Joey come over here, girls get your sticks." Joey predictably started to cry. "Bend over this picnic bench young man. Jenny and Mary would you hold him in place this is going to hurt a lot." The girls obliged the bossy scout leader and held Joeys head and trunk down on the bench. "Now girls, you need to be in proper position. Stand beside the boy. Swish your stick through the air to hear the whistle. The place the stick right where you want it to hit, bring it all the way back and…" there was a humming sound as the leader demonstrated the swing and a snap when it hit Joey's buttocks. The boy wiggled and let out a high pitched scream. See this is called a tram line. It's a welt the stick made come up on his butt. Now, each of your girls, give him two good ones. Line up and let's get done with this." As she passed Joey she patted his bare ass and said, "Don't worry too much son. They aren't as good at it as I am."

The first girl smiled broadly as she took her position beside the boy. Mimicking her leader she swished the stick through the air twice, quickly took aim and brought her stick to rest across the two globes. It wasn't a good stripe but none the less elicited a grunt from the crying boy. Her second swat was much better and caused the boy to shift his weight. The other six boys sat with legs spread and watched. Two of them were unconsciously stroking themselves for comfort during the ordeal.

"Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't we have a spanking training for you girls?" Carol continued her sadistic rhetoric, "You know if you grow up to be mothers, you need to know how to properly discipline little boys. It might be helpful for those of you who babysit for little boys as well." Turning to the boys who were somewhat shocked at such a suggestion she continued, "And you boys, the one who has the most decorated backside and makes the least amount of sound will get a surprise. So try not to scream while the girls are whipping you. Now, girls take your boys to your tents and start whipping them when you hear the whistle. You may make them take any position you'd like—bend over touching their toes, bending over a sleeping bag, over your lap, or diaper position—while you apply your sticks. And girls, the ones who put the most marks on their boy's backside will also win a prize so whip them hard." Then turning toward Sam, Mandy and Gwen she said, "That is, if it's alright with you."

Gwen was first to respond, "Well how much damage can a ten or eleven year old inflict? I think it'd be okay."

"If we let them do this, you boys can get out of one whipping you earn during the rest of the camping trip. We'll award each of you a `get out of one whipping' card. But it is kind of educational for the little girls isn't it?" Mandy offered.

Sam was less enthralled by the idea, "Spankings should be reserved for misbehavior. They aren't supposed to be a contest."

"Well, shit, Sam, you boys watch boxing, football, wrestling, hockey and all those sports where males punish males a hell of a lot more severely than this. Come on, `it'll make a man out of `em'." Mandy fired back.

"Yeah, Dad, Mary and I want to watch. It'll be fun to visit the tents and see what they're doing." Jenny entered the discussion.

The boys sat wide eyed as the girls giggled and whipped their sticks through the air. One of the younger Brownies asked, "How do we do that diaper thing?"

Carol didn't hesitate, "You make the boy lie on his back. Tell him to pull his legs up and lock his arms behind his knees. Then you've got a tight little backside to apply the stick to. Now, if he doesn't keep holding them. You whip his little ball sack a time or two to remind him where you want those legs to be. We will also be listening for their screams and the tent with the most screaming will win a prize as well so be sure you whip their holes real hard. They will hate that."

"Dad, we don't want to play this," Kevin pleaded.

"Kevin, it's a girls' game. You guys can take it. Just don't scream or anything. You'll be alright." Sam tried his best to put the boys' apprehension to rest.

Ricky was sitting next to Kevin and one of the girls was pulling on his penis. He, almost ignoring her fondling followed with, "It'll be alright, Dr. Gwen is right. How much hurt can one of these whimpy girls do? We can do it."

"Speak for yourself, Ricky," Joey hollered. "I don't want to play this either."

"I'm sorry did I hear anyone ask if you wanted to play?" Mary tried to be helpful to Carol and avoid trashing the plan. "When are we going to get this thing started?"

"Right now! Girls pull your boys to you tents by their little wankers there. Just grab hold and pull them." Jenny took control from the adults so as to avoid abandoning the idea as well.

"Okay girls you heard Jenny," Carol got them going. Little hands encompassed each boy's erect penis. There were a couple of grunts heard as they were yanked to get them started. Joey and Anthony were crying at the anticipation of the coming activities. Ricky and Cliff were determined to outdo these girls. The others went compliantly without any evidence of emotion. As the little girls pulled Kevin past his father, he again tried for a pardon, "Aw, come on, Dad. Please don't let them do this."

"Just go, Son, it'll be over before you know it."

Each of the tents had one flap thrown opened so the adults, Jenny and Mary could observe. It was apparent the girls were watching how each other went about position their victims as well. The preferred method was the diaper position. Joey refused to allow the girls to position him. "Miss Carol, our boy won't do what we say."

Jenny held the leader back, "I'll help them." Entering the tent she ordered the boy into the desired position and then said to one of the girls, "Let him have one right on his ball sack. You know the little bag there." Quickly the stick whistled though the air and met the boy's scrotum separating this testicles violently. His tears were joined by a blood curdling scream of pain. "Joey, no more shit. You do what they tell you or I'll let them do that again. Do you want me to let them do it again?"

"Nooo, please, nooo," the boy had assumed the fetal position, held his balls in his hand as he swung his body side to side.

"Move your hands and do what they told you. Right now or I'll let them give you another persuader." Slowly he removed his hands and Jenny forced his body to the diaper position. "Now hold your legs up." The boy slowly wrapped his arms around his legs. "How's that girls?"

"Yeah, we like it. Ooooo, look you can really see his butt hole."

Jenny used the teaching moment, "Yeah and that's where you want the tip of your stick to hit when you start the whipping. The more you hit his hole the more likely you'll win. At least he'll make the most noise." Then, in a snotty tone, she told Joey, "And, you'll lose".

Carol took her position in the center of the campfire area. "Girls when you hear the whistle you can begin the whippings. Each tent can appoint one girl to do it all or you can share it. When you hear the whistle the second time, you must stop immediately. If you whip your boy after the final whistle you will be automatically disqualified. Any further questions?"

The girls were too anxious to get started with the sadistic activity. No one had any questions. Carol put the whistle to her lips and blew. Immediately the sounds of the sticks contacting the bare skin of boys' bottoms echoed through the campsite. Momentarily, grunts and screams could be heard from the tents. Mary and Jenny sat with clipboards recording which tent the sounds emanated from so the quietest boy could be identified. As could be predicted, Joey was the first boy to burst into a full cry. Carl was giving short bursts of "Ow" "ow" after each contact. Cliff and Ricky were determined not to give their punishers the satisfaction of a verbal acknowledgement of pain.

"How long should we let this go on?" Carol asked Mandy.

"Oh let the go at it for fifteen minutes. Then we can check them. Remember, there are a whole lot of other motherly activities they need to prepare for like taking anal temperatures and giving enemas. I know we don't have bags to let them actually do enemas, but I have some butt plugs they can insert. So let's just play it by ear. But, fifteen minutes should have `warmed them up' well. Jenny you and Mary go around and see if you can't help the girls perfect they swings, but only the girls can do this. No cheating."

After fifteen minutes the culminating whistle blew. "Okay girls pull them out here. Remember pull them by their little handle and pull hard." Carol was excited to check the results. Four of the seven had tears in their eyes. Kevin and Joey were audibly sniffing. "Pull them over to the side there and line them up with their butts toward the adults." After the boys were lined up, Carol gave the order, "Okay you boys bend over and grab your ankles." They did. "Mandy, you and Mary and Jenny can be the judges we want you to select a first, second and third place award for the girls and then select a first second and third award from the boys."

"I like what they did to Kevin. See he had more red around his hole than the others. And you can feel the heat." Jenny felt the girls who punished her brother did an awesome job.

"Well, they're all hot. Look over here at Cliff. He seems to have more lines," Mary countered. She rubbed her fingers across them, "They're hot and they are raised. Here feel." Mandy and Gwen fingered the tram lines.

"Yeah, they're pretty good. Looks like I might have to put some antibiotic ointment on this one. His skin is broken a little bit right here." Gwen pointed out.

"Yeah, and he didn't cry out at all, did he?" Mandy concurred.

"I want you to look at Carl. He's pink, but no marks to speak of. Yeah and he has tears too, so that will cost some points. I think the girls were a little light on him," Mandy offered. Then with a love swat to the boy's tight buttocks, Mandy uttered, "Looks like you were lucky, Carl."

Carol called the girls together, "As you can see the judges have examined all of your handiwork with the switches and after we tabulate the noise scores, we'll annooooouu… Oh, my, it looks like we're ready. The girls who won the spanking competition areeeee… Tent One taking third place for the work on Johnny, second place goes to Tent 6 for the fine job on Cliff and first place yep, Tent 2 for the beautiful job on Kevin. I think the difference is Kevin made a lot of noise as you beat him. Cliff kept that tough upper lift and that lost you girls points, but it gave him points. Well Tent 2 you've automatically won a child care merit badge for being able to adequately discipline boys. Okay, how about the boy's awards. In first, we have Cliff for hot spanking and little noise, way to go Cliff! Second goes to Johnny as he was well warmed and little noise. Third is Ricky. I think the difference is Johnny backside was more torn up than yours Ricky, but you did a noble job of not crying. Now, we'll break for lunch and then we'll get into the medical things like enemas and anal temperature."

"What's that stuff?" Carl whispered to Kevin.

"They shove stuff in your ass. I don't know what that enema thing is, but judging by what they've been doing to us, it can't be too good."

After lunch the boys were lined up. Gwen did a quick inspection to make sure the medication was keeping them hard. The girls sat on the ground facing the boys as their penises and testicles were inspected.

Carol took the master of ceremony position and explained. "Sometimes we have to make sure the boys in our care are healthy. That means they go to the bathroom regularly and aren't running a fever. Dr. Gwen here has what's called an anal or rectal thermometer and she's going to show you on Carl how you take an anal temperature. Dr. Gwen…"

"When we're working with boys it's important to know how to measure their temperatures with the least amount of worry. Carl, get up on this picnic table. You other boys watch too so it doesn't alarm you when you have things inserted." Mandy helped Carl into position.

"Is this going to hurt?" Carl asked with a hint of anxiety.

"Not a bit, Honey. Just pull your legs up like you might have had to do in the tent a little while ago." Carl shifted to the diaper position. "You'll notice the rectal thermometer is just a little thicker and has a longer silver tip on the end of it. What I like to do is to insert my pinky into the boys backside just like so to loosen up his sphincter muscles in his anus and then just quickly insert the thermometer about his far into his bowel. We leave it there for three minutes or longer and then can pull it out and look at his temperature. While we're waiting let me ask, are we going to let the girls do this with their boys?"

"No, unfortunately we don't have enough thermometers, but we will be having them insert dildos for the prostate activity later." Mandy answered.

"Okay that's about three minutes, Karen, why don't you come up and pull the thermometer out of his anus. Then see if you can read his temperature."

The ten year old stepped up and removed the thermometer with a quick pull. She twisted it around and said, "That long silver line inside the glass comes to right under 100. Those lines are so close together it's hard to read." Gwen looked over her shoulder as she read it.

"Looks like just about normal. Does anyone know what normal is?" Three girls' arms were up and each was grunting, "ooo, ooo, ooo". "Okay, how about you?" Gwen pointed out one of them.

"My Mom says 98.6. That's almost 99."

"That's right 98.6, but when we take the anal temperature it might run a little higher and still be normal." The physician nodded to Mandy.

"Okay, let's talk about enemas. Very often our little boys don't have regular bowel movements. You know they don't poop as much as they should and we have to give them some help. We call that an enema. That means we pump warm soapy water into their intestinal tract to kind of flush them out. Now, we didn't bring any enema things along so we'll just describe it to you." The boys were visibly relieved after hearing what an enema was that the necessary equipment was available. A look of relief that was short lived, "What we do have, though, are these items here. These are vibrators and we're going to show you how to stimulate what is called their prostate. First, let's all take turns feeling the prostates, whata' you say girls?"

"Their what's?" A girl shouted from the group.

"Their prostates. You girls pair off and find your boy." When they were in place Mandy began the step by step directions, "First, boys lay down on the ground, hands behind your heads and pull your feet together so you knees are spread apart, just like I'm doing to Kevin." Once they were all in a frog like pose she continued, "Now you should be able to see and penetrate their anuses with your index fingers like so," she trust her index finger into her son's anus. All of you need to do this with your boy. Go ahead. Once your finger is in there feel up toward their little sacks and you'll feel a little firm lump. That's called a prostate. Only boys have them. I'll wait until each of you gets a chance to feel. Go ahead push your finger inside them and give those little prostates a rub."

"Eeewwww, hey there it is. I found Carl's."

"Yeah, I feel Ricky's too."

The girls began giving an excited auditory report. Mandy stopped activity, "Okay girls now shift and give your partners a chance."

Again, there were giggles and excited acknowledgements. As they girls continued to trade off and the boys were increasingly embarrassed as these female age mates explored their entire bodies, the women walked about and passed out vibrators to each. Jenny and Mary were given the chore of distributing the small packets of KY. Sam was checking each of the vibrators for functional batteries.

"Hey, what's this? It looks like a toothbrush holder or a curling iron without a cord. Those young ladies are vibrators and for many of you they will become your friend when you get older, but for today we're going to make our little boys feel better at least after they feel some initial pain and embarrassment. Mandy held up a packet of KY and tore the top so the lubricant could ooze out. "I want one girl on each team to tear a pack of this lubricant like I did. Uh, huh Carl you stay in that frog pose. Get those feet together, again knees wide, hands behind your head. You too Cliff. Boys stay the way you were or we'll do the stick thing again." Quickly the boys straightened up so Mandy could finish the instructions, "Now do all of the teams have a torn packet?" The girls nodded in unison. "Good, now squirt some on the vibrator and kind of spread it around like this." Sam demonstrated for his wife. "Put the rest on your finger and smear it around the boy's butt hole." The giggles again started as the girls somewhat timidly tickled the boys anuses. "Okay, now one girl on the team grab the boy's penis and yank it hard straight up. Just keep pulling it up. It's okay if you hurt them a little so be rough." The giggles were mixed with girls verbally vying for the job.

"I want to do it."

"No, you can't pull hard enough."

One by one the boys cried out, "Ouch." "Owww, let go, let go!" "Not so hard!"

Mandy waited and then said, "Yes so hard. The harder you pull the less they'll think about it as your team mates drive the vibrator up their asses. Now, the pullers keep pulling and the other team member needs to shove the vibrator in smooth end first. Stick it right in the hole and push it all the way in until it gets to this part here where the switch is. The boys will not like it and some will cry but do it anyway."

Cliff jumped up. "They're not putting that in my butthole."

Mandy nodded at a belt and just said, "Jenny". The girl picked up the belt and went over to Cliff and began whipping him with the belt. She took no special aim except for the final two time which landed on his erect penis and tight little ball sack knocking him to a fetal position. While he rolled around holding his scrotum to sooth his hurt testicles, Jenny continued the barrage of belt contacts wherever they might land. "I'm going to keep whipping you until you're on your back and those legs are up so these girls and drive that thing home. I mean it Cliff. Do what my mother said."

It was evident she was going to win as Cliff was now sporting belt stripes on his thigh, side, and chest. One mark even graced the cheek of his face where she'd caught him on a roll. He quickly shifted his posture as he rolled to his back. Jenny kept up the belting as he quickly resumed the position he was required to be in. The other boys took note.

"Now, girls slip those vibrators in the boys."

"Oooowwwwuuuuuu," "Oowwww, owww, owww," "shit!", "stop please it's too big, it's too big" the cries came from all over the campsite.

Mary and Jenny smiled and laughed as they walked around the site offering help to any little girl who might need it. "Go ahead, Karen, you can shove it in further than that", "Push harder, Julie!", "Susan, keep pulling up on his wiener until the vibrator is in his butt," "Here Cathy, let me help you." Eventually, every boy was impaled with a minimum of eight inches of dildo. This activity caused Joey and Carl to cry. Finally, Carl had broken down and was definitely concerned about his body's well being. "All right girls, there's a little switch right here at the base. You need to turn it on. You make sure, after you do, the vibrator stays all the way in there. Suddenly the initial hum broke the silence and a team of girls began giggling again as the boys silently stared straight up.

Gwen approached Mandy, "I'm going to walk around and gather some length measurements while they're being stimulated so wait til I'm done to shut those things off."

"Don't worry Gwen they're going to stay in there and turned on for the next half hour. I'm going to wait and watch all the flailing and groaning as they all go through multiple dry orgasms. The girls will love watching th…Oooppsss there goes Kevin. He's gotten off once. Look, Look at Cliff there he goes. Oh this is great. Go and get your measurements." Then she turned her attention back to the scouts, "Girls, girls, leave the vibrators in and on and listen up. Your boys are have orgasms. That means the vibrators are doing what they are supposed to do. Look over here quickly see Ricky, there he goes he's having an orgasm. Now we want you to count the number of times that happens to your boy over the next half hour. You just make sure to keep those vibrators going. You can take the base and move them around inside the boys if you'd like, you can pull them out a few inches and then shove them back in rapidly if you'd like, you girls just have fun. Oh, oh, yeah, you don't have to still be pulling on their penises. You can let them go now. But if you want to play with them you can."

"Mrs. Carson, Mrs. Carson!"

"Yes, Julie. It is Julie isn't it?"

"Yes, our boy is Anthony and he wants us to take it out."

"Julie you and your team mate can pull it out, but if you do you might not get enough points for your badge, Honey. I think I'd just make sure it stays in the whole time."

"Okay, we want our badge so we'll leave it in him. He's crying."

"Good. It's good for boys to cry."

"He said he's going to tell his mother what we did to him."

"It's okay, Honey, his mom and I are good friends. In fact we work at the same hospital together. She likes him to be humiliated. And, I know she makes him stay naked so she can massage and show off his boy parts to other people. Don't worry about it. I said you should do it, okay. Besides how would she even know who you are?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

A voice called to Carol, "Hey, Mom, Carl is flopping around on the ground like a fish. It's almost like he can't stop."

Carol walked over and enjoyed the sight of the boy's predicament. Keep going girls, I think he likes it. Gwen gently brushed aside one of the girls and measured Cliff's penis. She smiled and nodded affirmatively as she pinned his glans to the ruler.

"Just how long is that sucker anyway. He's pretty gifted." Carol asked and acknowledged.

"Well, he's at about six and a half inches and for an eleven year old that is quite gifted. Actually with the dildo in there he's about a half inch longer than he is usually when he's erect. I'm really loving this." Gwen acknowledged.

"Yeah, that's quite a dick that kid has," Carol mumbled as both women turned to other interests. Gwen went on to measure Kevin, and Carol moved so she could eyeball what the girls were doing to young Carl's other balls.

Following the dildo competition the points were added and the winners automatically received human anatomy merit badges. The losing boys, Joey again and Carl had to insert the dildos when removed from their anuses into their mouths and suck on them for ten minutes. Both boys were reduced to tears.

After dinner and s'mores more marshmallows were applied to penises and again boys were made to eat them off each other's erect little sticks as the girls watched and made sure all the stickiness was gone. Then it was time to head back. But not before each boy was outfitted with a butt plug by the girls assigned to them. Jenny and Mary cautioned the boys that, "those plugs had better still be snuggly inside you when we get back to our campsite. So you better be sure you do nothing to cause them to fall out." With butt cheeks squeezed together the boys began the three mile trek home. Again they were one of the greatest photo ops any park visitor could have asked for.

"You boys should be proud. You helped those girls earn some merit badges. Because you did, tomorrow will be free play and rest. No clothes are to be worn, but you can play as you like. Then the day after tomorrow we have the ten mile hike." Sam announced during the walk home.

"Mr. Carson, on the hike can we wear shorts or something?" Cliff asked.

"No, son, you're naked all week wherever we go." Sam was matter of fact.