Play a Little, Pay a Lot Part 2A
By Sir Cum Sizemore


copyright 2004 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved


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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of  a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such  material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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As Jerry loaded the bar stools and the broom stick in the back of the van, Mark was wondering what the project was going to be.  "Dad, are we going to make a bar?"

"No, son, this is for a very special project your mother has in mind."

"What kind of project?"

"You'll soon see.  Just mind your own business, we'll show you when I get done with them."

As the van pulled in the driveway, Susie was there to greet them.  Phillip was across the street with the Thomas boys and Leslie was in the house watching television with Jenny.

"Oh, I'm glad the doctor is making Markie stay naked. I like to feel his pee-pee."  Susie commented as the boy got out of the van.

"His penis," Terri corrected.

"Susie, Mark will be naked for a long time.  He has a lot to learn," reassured her father.  The girl reached over and grabbed Mark's penis in a gentle but loving grasp.  Jerry said, "Susie, let go of Mark's penis, he has to help me get these stools down to my workshop."  No further talk was needed.   Mark instinctively grabbed two of the stools and took them to the basement where his father's workshop was housed.  Jerry followed with the other two and Susie brought up the rear carrying the broom handle.

After leaving the materials in the basement, Mark and Susie went up stairs.  As they opened the door, they heard their mother talking with Jenny.  "Here's ten for the time you spent this afternoon.  Are you available for Friday night? Jerry and I have a dinner party to go to."

"Sure, I can be here.  Glad it's Friday, I've got plans for Saturday."  Noticing the nude boy coming up from the basement she grabbed his penis and yanked it hard.  "Look here my favorite toy."  Mark was beginning to resent her.  

"If you come a little early we will discuss some of the disciplinary changes we're going to make around here. Nothing like keeping things consistent."

"We're not going to let Mark get his pants back, are we?" asked the interested babysitter.

"No, Jenny, he's not going to get his pants back.  You'll still have your toy to play with," came the sarcastic and teasing reply.

In the basement, Jerry found a  " wood boring bit and began drilling holes in each of the seats on the wooden stools. As he completed that task, he took the dowel to the table saw and cut four six inch pieces.  Appling Woodbond glue to each piece he plugged them into the holes on the stool seats.

After dinner, Jerry went back to the shop.  The glue was dry.  Using his random orbit sander, he rounded the tops of each of the plugs.  Having finished, he picked up two of the stools and went up the stairs to the living room.  Making his grand entrance, he placed them in the center of the room with a proud thrust, "Ta-daa!"

"Wow, that was fast.  Oh, they're perfect."

The kids looked on not having any idea why their parents were so proud and excited.  

"What are those?" asked Leslie.

"Those, my dear girl, are time out stools.  Mark, come over here," beckoned the proud craftsman.

"Oh, wait a minute, Jerry.  I need to get some Vaseline. They're not broken in yet."  Terri went up to the bathroom and returned momentarily with the petroleum jelly.  Opening the lid, she took a glob on two fingers and put it on the peg.  "Okay, now Mark sit on the stool."

"How can I do that?  That peg is sticking up on the seat." Mark had that, "Duh!" look on his face.

"No, Mark, the peg goes in your butt hole.  Get on the chair and put your little anus over the peg, now!" his mother responded.

The boy's face flushed.  "Mom, you can't be serious."

Jerry not being in the mood for an argument, and being anxious to see his creation on its maiden use, picked up his nine year old son and lowered him onto the seat, making sure the peg was in place.  As the boy came down, the initial contact with the peg caused him to grunt in pain.  But he was soon riding the peg with both cheeks supported by the stool seat.  All that fingering he'd been having over the past week or two made the experience a lot less complicated than it might have been.

"Dad, I don't like it up there.  It feels funny and hurts a little."

"That's too bad, Mark.  Get used to it."

"Hey, how come we have two of them?" asked the ever inquisitive Susie.

"We have four of them.  This one is for Phillip.  From now on, all of his discipline will be with him nude from spanking through time out.  And we are even going to make him serve naked time afterwards," smiled the still gloating mother.

"Who are the other two for, Mom?" Leslie had done the math.

"Well, honey, I'm not sure we won't let the two of you each have one, the same as your brothers.  Though, your behavior isn't really a problem.  Maybe, we'll send them to school with the boys so they can use them there, too."

Phillip's thoughts finally caught up to him.  "You mean I have to sit on one of those when I'm in time out?"

"By, Job, I think he's got it," sarcastically remarked his father.

"You mean I have to be naked, too?"

"Now, I know he's got it."

Phillip began to tear up.  The very thought of being naked as punishment caused him to become embarrassed.

"Hey, Phillip, don't cry at least you don't have to be naked all the time like Mark," Susie tried to comfort him. Allowing his anger to get away with him Phillip repulsed the well intentioned sibling, pushing her aside he said, "Shut the fuck up, Susie!"

"Susie, go up and get Mommy the bar of soap on the bathtub. Hurry up."  After dispatching the child, she opened the Vaseline and got two more fingers full.  She lubed up the other dowel. "Phillip you need to get naked right now."

"I'm sorry, Mom.  I won't do it again. I was just mad."

"I know, but that doesn't excuse it.  Get your clothes off all of them, now."

The eight year old began to take off his Nikes.  His sister Leslie sat in anticipation of the show of two naked boys in her presence.  "Hey, Mom, can we pull Phillip's pee-pee, too?"

"Yes, Leslie, you and Susie can touch him anywhere you want as long as he's naked."

"Mooommmmm," whined a frustrated Phillip as he took off his shirt.

Mark was definitely quite relieved that he would be sharing some of the humiliation with his younger brother.  Misery does love company.  He was so involved with the moment's entertainment he became oblivious to the wooden dowel up his ass.  Awakening to his own situation he asked, "Dad, can I get off now?"

"Yep, I just wanted to see how well it worked.  Take it and put it over in the corner of the living room.  Oh, and when you are on the stool you are to be facing the living room with your knees spread and your hands on your head.  Do you understand the rules, Mark?"

"I hope I won't have to do it, but I understand."

"Good, Phillip, do you understand the rules?"

"Huh?" Phillip wasn't listening he was self-absorbed with his impending nudity.

"Phillip, get your underpants off now!" ordered his mother.

Leslie was sitting right before him staring at penis height wait for the unveiling.  Down went the drawers and his little penis snapped up and down with the force of his little erection.  Leslie reached up and caught it on the rebound and pulled it with a firm tug.

"Ow.  Leslie, leave it alone."

"Here, Leslie, take this strap and whip his boner with it." The mother handed the vinyl strap to the excited girl. "Phillip, you don't tell anyone 'no' during naked time."

SLAP the strap hit his little boner bouncing it violently up and down.

"Give him six more, Leslie."  SLAP another hit that stung badly.  Phillip moved to protect it from the next slap. "Just hit his hands when he does that, but don't count the swing."  Leslie was more than willing to comply.  SLAP she caught her little brother on the forearm leaving a red stripe.  He moved his arms to sooth the pain and SLAP another stinging blow landed on his penis. SLAP again the now reddening appendage bounced violently.  BOPPP.  The girl switched to a head on approach to his penis head.  It forced the glans backward toward the shaft. SLAP another blow this time coming down on the glans from above. The child was jumping around to relieve the pain.  As he slowed his jumping, SLAP another followed hitting the shaft at its base and continuing as it pushed it down forcefully over his scrotum.

Anxious for Phillip's reaction, Jerry moved in and picked the boy up and guided him onto the projection of his punishment throne.  Unlike his older brother, his anus hadn't been loosened by the poking fingers of the children and adults of the neighborhood.  Taking the dowel was more painful and the child let out a scream enhancing the sobs from the penis slapping he had just suffered.  It hurt, but he'd get use to it.  Once seated and crying, Terri took the bar of soap from Susie and said, "Close your teeth on the soap."  The boy complied almost gagging on top of the crying.  "You keep that bar of soap in there until your time out is finished."

Jerry took his younger son's knees and forced them apart. Taking his hands he placed them on his head.  The boy was extremely compliant after the rest of the punishment he had received.  "This is how you are to sit whenever you come to time out."

The boy tried to adjust his position on the stool.  The peg prevented much in the way of movement.  He was resigned to sitting in the position in which he was placed, even as uncomfortable as it was.  What a sight.  There sat a completely nude eight year old with a dowel up his ass, knees spread exhibiting the family jewels which hung below an erect penis, sporting a bar of soap in his mouth, hands clasped on top of his head.  Terri brought out the digital camera.  It was a "Kodak moment".

Pictures taken, Leslie went to work on Phillip's penis as he sat there incapacitated.  She rubbed the little erect appendage and played with the slit in his glans.  The boy shivered at the feeling of pleasure she was giving him.  It was balancing the slight painful discomfort he still felt in his rectal area.  Though it was an awkward mix of pleasure and discomfort the taste of the soap was hard to put away in his mind.  The Gestalt of the situation was an interesting mix of confusion and pleasure.  

Thirty minutes after being impaled on the stool, his mother approached and removed the soap.  "Phillip you may go up to the bathroom and brush your teeth."  Slowly, the child rose from the peg, pressing with steady pressure against the sides of the stool seat with his hands as his arms extended. A groan was emitted as he finally pried himself free.  This was followed by slowly putting his feet to the floor and gingerly walking to the bathroom as if he was treading on broken glass.  Seeing this Terri and Jerry couldn't help but laugh.

After brushing his teeth, Phillip returned to the living room.  His siblings were locked in to the television.  Terri and Jerry were sitting on the couch half watching the television and half awaiting the boy's return.  The walk was amusing and they wanted to see if he had recuperated while brushing his teeth.  He had somewhat.  He approached his clothing which was piled in front of the stool and began to pick them up.

"You can put those in the hamper, Phillip," his mother instructed.

"I was going to put them on."

"Oh no, you have to stay naked until this time tomorrow. It's called naked time.  You will have to be naked for a full day each time you are punished like this.  While you're naked you have the same rules as Mark."

"Com' on Mom," he shrugged his shoulders and began to tear up.

"No Phillip, we aren't going to allow you to get to the same point Mark did.  Besides, I like looking at you naked and so does the rest of the family."

"I like him naked, too.  Then I'm not the only one who gets stared at or played with," observed his older brother. "Too bad it isn't all the time like me."

"If he's not careful, it will be," Jerry added pinching the boy's glans and playfully shaking his little penis back and forth.  "Can't you just see him playing soccer with this little wiener flapping as he runs in front of the crowd. Scoooorrrrreee."  

Leslie patted the floor as the laughter wound down, "Come over here, Phillip, I'll make it feel better.  Lie down here next to me."

Knowing he was now at her beck and call or he'd be eligible for a spanking from her, he complied.  He stretched out on the floor next to his excited sister. She moved from lying to sitting with her legs crossed.  "Spread 'em, boy," she commanded as her middle finger began exploring the now easily accessible hole, she rubbed his little scrotum and testicles.

Susie had fallen asleep sucking her thumb, while holding Mark's penis with her other hand.  Jerry picked her up to take her to her bedroom leaving Mark stretched out on the floor with a pillow behind his head.

Noticing the absence of his sisters loving hold, he felt a sudden flash of insecurity, "Mom, can I have permission to touch myself?"

"Come over here Mark and I'll rub it for you."  She placed the boy with his legs straddling her lap and his back to her chest.  Leaning back into the cushion of the couch she gently moved Mark to a reclined position.  Placing his head back between the pillowing breasts, she reached around and began gently playing with the boy's genitals.  She could easily understand how touch was so strongly related to building the parent child bond.  She was ecstatic to be holding one of her naked babies and exploring his body and all of its parts. It really did build affectionate feelings for this little boy funny affectionate, but in no way sexual.  It was completely non-erotic love based interaction.  Her joy was in giving him pleasure, not getting it in return.  She wondered why such strong affectionate contact was considered illegal.

After she had him erect from her touching she decided to try the elastic band on his penis.  She lifted the boy off her lap and placed him beside her so she could get up.  She came back into the room holding the band and a bag from the drug store.

"First, Mark, I want to show you something."  She opened the bag and pulled out a long plastic thing with what appeared to be a penis head on top of it.  She inserted some batteries through the screw top cap on the other end.  Then she reached over to the Vaseline jar she had used on the chairs. "Mark, get in the inspection position."  Not knowing why, he complied to avoid any change in parental demeanor.

"Just relax, Mark.  Leslie, come over here, I want you to learn to do this to him when I tell you to." The young girl approached her mother.  "Get some Vaseline on your fingers and spread it around his anus."  The girl complied with a questioning look on her face.  "Okay, now, put some on this plastic penis," giggling the girl did so.  "Now put the tip of the penis against Mark's anus and press firmly.  Let his muscles loosen up and keep putting pressure on it.  The tip went in fairly easily due to his time out experience no doubt.  The child pushed the phallus into her brother's colon inch by inch until it was eventually buried deep inside. Terri pushed Leslie's hands out of the way and turned a switch.  The plastic dildo began to vibrate.  Mark half startled and half uncertain about the feeling just remained on his back as his mother pulled his legs to an extended position.  His little peter began to stiffen even more than it had been.  As it did, his mother slipped the elastic restraint over the glans and down his penis to its base.  "Let's see if that will keep you hard."

The following morning, the band still in place had held his blood circulation so low his penis was still half erect. The penis had turned blue.  "No, Mark, we aren't going to use those things unless we have to.  Releasing the band, his penis slowly changed color right before their eyes. Terri opened the cupboard and removed a bottle of pills, unscrewed the cap and told her son to take the pill.  He did.  

Within an hour his penis was at full staff.  Playfully shaking it she said, "Now, we'll just keep an eye on it.  It should stay stiff all day.  Let's see how we do."

"Mom, why does it have to stay stiff all day?"

"Because women and girls like to play with it that way, and, really, it's all about what they want to see.  I think it's so cute that I want people to want to play with it."


Eddie's Mother Wants an Explanation

Thursday night the family was gathered as usual in the living room, except for Leslie who was on the phone with one of her friends in the dining room so as not to be overheard. The two stools sat prominently in the background.  Mark was nude, but Phillip's naked time had ended.  He was lying on the floor wearing a pair of the athletic shorts his mother had purchased for him.  His smooth brown body was otherwise exposed as his young legs slowly kicked up and down in a rhythm of contentment.  His chin was resting on his right hand as he concentrated on the program.  Mark was in the lying position with a pillow behind his head.  As usual Susie was playing with his erect dick.  She was posing it and making little voices as if to be a ventriloquist.  It was quite comical to Jerry and Terri who, unbeknownst to Susie, watched in silence, casting smiling glances back and forth.

The pastoral scene was interrupted when the doorbell rang.

"Mark go answer the door."  Though greeting visitors was his required chore now that he was required to be nude, he didn't like doing it.  Without knowing who was on the other side of the door he had to open it, exposing his full genital array, and invite the visitors to play with them. That was embarrassing.  Getting up his erect little penis bounced to and fro as he looked out the front window to see if he could tell who it was.  "Mark remember what happens if it rings three times.  I'd go now," his mother cautioned. He walked toward the door determined not to have his bottom warmed in front of the guests. It was bad enough he had to allow their fondling.

Jerry and Terri listened.  Jerry to make sure he invited the molesting touching and Terri to see who it might be.

"Oh hi, Mrs. Hyde.  Hi, Eddie. Please touch my penis as much as you want while you're here."  It wasn't exactly the practiced line, but it was an acceptable nine year old's alteration.  Reaching down in an accommodating motion, Marsha Hyde rubbed her son's best friend's little penis and testicles.  She did enjoy the feel of the engorged little glans contrasted by the hard shaft and smoothness of the testicles through the soft scrotum.  As Jerry and Terri joined them in the foyer, Marsha relinquished her hold still harboring the feeling what she was doing might be misinterpreted by the boy's parents.

"Oh, go ahead Marsha.  We rub him all the time.  Heck Susie does puppet shows with his penis."

Almost ignoring the reassuring remark she began, "Is there a place we adults can talk privately?"  Mark hearing this began to play over the last week in his head.  It was very apparent by the look he gave Eddie something bad was about to be shared.  Eddie was bouncing his penis up and down. Mark looked at his friend with a look of bewilderment.  At that his friend released his crotch and responded by shrugging his shoulders with his hand palms up as if to say "I don't know".

"Let me put a DVD on for the kids, and we can talk in the kitchen," Jerry suggested.

Terri put on some coffee as Marsha sat down at the kitchen table.  Jerry came in having put on a new copy of Shrek 2. Knowing the kids hadn't seen that one before, it should keep their attention and reduce the chance of interruption and decrease chance of  the children "spying" during their conversation.  Just the same he positioned himself with a pretty clear view of the hallway to the kitchen so he could monitor child movement.  

Marsha began, "I have reason to believe Eddie was part of what got Mark into trouble.  I became aware of this when I tried to find film for my Polaroid.  I knew I had purchased ten packages some two or three months ago.  There were only two packages left.  When I asked Eddie where it went, he said he didn't have any idea." Turning toward Terri she continued, "It all fell into place when you told me the neighbor kids had Polaroid pictures of Mark naked."

Jerry tried to diffuse what was going to be a painful revelation, "First, Marsha, let me suggest you buy a digital camera.  It's the wave of the future.  That said, I'm glad you didn't this time because you wouldn't have compiled the evidence."  

As Marsha showed a very pained look on her face, Terri continued, "Well, Marsha, yes, Eddie was a much a part of the problem as Mark was.  We didn't want to tell you, because we knew how painful it would be.  It really knocked the wind out of us when we were told."

"I sure wish someone would have shared it with me.  Eddie is really becoming a problem.  He's picking up an unacceptable arrogance.  He talks back and doesn't listen when I tell him to do things.  I'm afraid I'm losing him. I don't know where to start."

"Marsha, I don't know how to say what I'm about to say gently.  I have to be a little direct.  Please understand it's meant in the most caring way."  Marsha nodded her understanding and preparedness for the message through reddening eyes.  Terri continued, "You can't leave a ten year old boy home alone for hours and not expect a certain amount of mischief.  It won't happen.  It can't happen. Even with neighbors who check on him now and then, he needs more supervision.  Your house was turned into a 'hospital' where the neighborhood kids played sex games with Mark. He's as much a part of the situation as Eddie, though.  He could have left and run home naked, but he chose not to. Though these are normal activities for kids their age, they're something we adults must deal with.  Actually, Marsha, the sex play isn't as much a problem as Eddie's arrogance.  At least Mark's attitude was of more concern to us than his sex play.  We expect kids to explore each other we don't expect disrespect and defiance toward adults though.  That's why we went to Dr. Wilson.  It really wasn't so much the sex play it was his attitude over all."

At this Marsha was silently bawling as tears dropped down her cheeks.  Jerry offered her a tissue and Terri poured her a cup of coffee.  Jerry picked up where Terri left off, "Marsha, do you remember Eddie's name sake on 'Leave It to Beaver'?"  This caused a quick chuckle through her tears as she nodded affirmatively.  "Well, your Eddie is well on the way to becoming a replica.  But the bright news is in just a couple of weeks we have been able to turn Mark around and there's no reason you can't do the same for Eddie.  It will take a whole lot of sacrifice on your part, but it can be done."

"Do I just make him walk around naked all the time?"

"No," Jerry continued, "it's a whole lot more complex than that. First, you have to arrange for someone to care for him in your absence.  Then, you must learn to wrap a belt around his bare butt.  I don't mean a few spanks.  I mean a red sometimes welted backside. You have to be steps ahead with discipline, I just made time out stools because Mark wasn't staying put very well.  He does now and so does Phillip. He needs a whole lot of humiliation at the hands of the other kids.  This is accomplished by making him their 'slaves' as far as his body goes. He must be forced into a more humble approach toward others."

"Since big Ed died, I haven't been very good at discipline, have I?"

Terri picked up, "Don't look backward.  Look forward.  We can change his situation through strong commitment and support from others.  We'll help you.  You can start by making him come here when you're not home.  I'll put Leslie in charge of both him and Mark.  But I must tell you, he will get the strap from me, Jerry, Leslie or Phillip when he needs it.  Susie will whip his little penis and testicles to make her point if she has to."

"You'd watch him?"

"Marsha, if you had asked I would have been glad to years ago.  I have the advantage of being a stay at home Mom. Jerry has a very good job.  I don't know what I'd do if he got sick or died.  I admire how you picked up the ball and continued to run with it, but you can't segment your time with Eddie and expect to do it without needing some help. He's important to me, too.  After all, I've been his second Mom since they were babies."

"How do we start?"

Jerry picked up the conversation, "First, we strip him. He'll have to remain nude all the time except for church, school, and if he goes to restaurants.  When attending either of those functions he may wear a pair of short athletic shorts, without underpants, and he must sit with his legs spread so his little boy parts are exposed to others.  He may never cover his penis or testicles without getting his ass beaten.  Unless it's a kid under eight who can then choose to whip his genitals." Jerry continued, "Spankings need to be severe.  If he earns one it should be with a strap like the one Terri carries or a wide belt. Don't stop when he cries set an amount and follow the minimum.  Dr. Wilson said ten would be a good minimum.  That means Mark or Phillip get ten swats with either the belt or that strap.  If a mark doesn't appear the swat didn't count."

"He's going to be difficult to strip.  And spanking is going to be a fight every time."

"First, we'll strip him here and I'll have Leslie give him a bath.  Now, when she does he will suffer his first dose of humiliation.  She's going to touch his testicles and anus. She puts that finger all the way in and explores the boys' innards roughly."  Marsha interrupted,

"She sticks her finger up Mark's ass?"

"Sure and Phillip's too if he's serving naked time.  Leslie and her friends bathe Mark.  We took away his self-bathing privilege because we wanted him humiliated and because we didn't want skid marks on the carpets or furniture.  She checks his anus three or four times a day."

"How am I going to check him three or four times a day?"

"Well, if he's here, Leslie or one of her friends will do it for you.  I might even have Mark and Eddie check each other with their fingers all the way up each others anuses."

Jerry chuckled, "I want to watch that, another 'Kodak moment'".

"You know maybe I can make them bathe each other in front of the neighborhood girls.  That sounds kind of like a good kiddie eroticism activity.  We may just change things around a little. We could set up Susie's wading pool and have bath time in the front yard every day.  I'll bet their show will get high ratings than the kid's television network."

Marsha drying her nose began to laugh as did Jerry at the visual image that remark brought to mind.

"Yeah, mutual hand jobs as they soapeup each other's little wieners," Jerry added hoping to continue his neighbor's laughter.

"What do I need to do?"

"Okay Marsha, leave Eddie here and go home and throw away all of his clothing.  Take it to the little strip mall on 47 and throw it all in the dumpster.  The only clothing you should have left is a pair of athletic shoes, white ankle length socks, a knit shirt or two and some t-shirts.  You have to lock up the socks and shirts where he can't get them. You and Terri can go shopping for shorts at the sporting goods store sometime this weekend.  After you're done, come back here and we'll strip him and get him started.  Now, I'm going to have to tear up his ass once or twice tonight, and that might be difficult for you to watch but I want you to.  This isn't a maybe, it's going to happen.  First when he tries to cover his boy parts from our sight and then again when he smarts off.  I'm going to follow each spanking with time on Mark or Phillip's time out stool.  He will be sitting with a peg up his butt, but it will keep him in place.  I'll get another stool tomorrow and make one for you.  Any time you need me or Terri to help with a spanking we're available to either help by holding him or improving your technique."

"You folks are wonderful.  I'm lucky to have you as neighbors.  I was afraid you'd hate me because I wasn't leaning on Eddie for what happened."

"No, we aren't that vindictive, but we had considered keeping Mark from Eddie because of it.  Dr. Wilson told us it was a mutual thing and to blame Eddie was to ignore Mark's culpability.  Besides you can't take away a boy's best friend."

Jerry added, "Marsha we kind of felt you didn't know about all of this.  We also knew time would bring out the truth. Now, we fix it."

The adults reentered the living room as Eddie was probing Mark's anus with a pencil. "Eddie you need to use the eraser end, not the point," Jerry corrected.  

"Can I shove it in there?"

"No, Dad, don't let him do that.  Pleazzzzeee.  Dad it will hurt me."

"You stay in the inspection position young man and let your friend play.  Go ahead Eddie, shove it in there."  The boy took the green light and showed obvious joy as his friend screamed frightfully while the thin rod explored his colon. Terri and Jerry were on the same page as they got shit eating grins on their faces understanding well, payback would be a bitch for Eddie.

"Eddie, I have to go out on some errands tonight.  You are to stay here and behave yourself until I get back.  Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill are in charge and they will spank if they have to."

"Why are you crying, Mom?"

"Oh I must have got something in my eyes.  I'll be alright. You just be good until I can get back."

"I will," the boy bounded back into the living room grabbing his friends erect dick giving it a hard tug.

Two hours later Marsha returned to the O'Neill house. Entering the kitchen with Jerry and Terri O'Neil she opened with a giddish description.  Speaking like a teen-age girl who just played a prank, "I did it.  I really did it. I put all of his clothes in the Goodwill collection bin in the strip mall off Main.  I just couldn't throw them away in a dumpster.  But, they're gone.  Now, let's spring it on him."

"Okay Marsha, we'll all go into the living room and you will tell him that you know about his misbehavior and then you tell him he's going to get the same punishment as Mark. Then tell him to strip.  Better yet you might let Leslie strip him."

Jerry piped in, "It's too bad Susie is in bed already. She'd love to pull his little wiener.  She's got a thing about them."

"Penis, Jerry, penis," Terri corrected, again.

"Well, what if he doesn't cooperate?"

"Jerry will take his belt off, strip him and then wear him out for you.  Won't you, Jerry?"

"If that's what it takes." Jerry was sharing in Marsha's newfound excitement.  "I think once he's bare we should let Leslie bathe him for you so you can see all of her methods. It's just too bad it's so late, she could have gathered some friends to help."

"The girls will get their time with him.  Tomorrow is a whole new day. I have a better idea, let's make Mark bathe him while Leslie coaches him."  Terri chided.

"I love it!" Marsha whispered still in the silly juvenile tone.

The boys and Leslie were in the living room.  Mark and Eddie were wrestling on the floor and stopped immediately as the adults entered the room.  Both had the look of anticipation of the "You don't wrestle in the house," remark from their parents, but it didn't come.  Instead, Marsha said, "Eddie, we need to discuss something."

Jerry grabbed the remote and turned off the television. Phillip turned and started to say, "Hey, I was watching..." Sensing something important was about to come down he turned to face the others and crossed his legs.

Marsha Hyde looked at her son and began, "Eddie, I have found out that all of the things that Mark is being punished for were in some way connected with you, too.  You were involved in the sex play with the Thomas boys, you were actually using our house to embarrass your best friend by playing sex games with him, too.  Both of you marauded the neighborhood in the nude when you camped out in the backyard.  So, I've decided you should share in his punishment."

"Mom, I was just there.  I didn't do any of it."

"Eddie, you are lying to me.  I know for a fact you instigated it, and participated in it."

"You aren't going to make me stay naked are you, because I won't do it."

"Excuse me young man, but you will do it.  And you will do whatever I tell you to do from now on.  You will be under the discipline watch of all of the adults in this neighborhood and at school.  You can be whipped by any adult who thinks you need it, and I will make sure any offended child gets his or her justice too."

"I'm not doing it, Mom.  I'm just not going to do it."

Jerry slipped off his belt and doubled it.  He hit the arm of the couch making Leslie jump. "You'll do whatever your mother tells you to do."

"You can't threaten me, you aren't my father."

"Son there's no threat here.  You will do what you're told or I will wear your ass out.  Try me."

Marsha intervened, "Eddie take off your shoes and socks, now."

"Moooommmm, I don't want to."

Jerry swung the belt connecting with the child left thigh. It snapped.  "That's just a sample to make you a believer."

Phillip joined the chorus, "Eddie, Daddy will spank you hard and you won't like it.  You better do what your Mom told you."

Leslie was curled up on the couch smiling and watching.  It was evident she was anxious to see Eddie's "good stuff" and was certain that would happen momentarily.  Mark reinforced Phillip's observation, "Eddie, Phillip's not kiddin', Dad will whip you if you don't."

Convinced, Eddie began to remove his shoes and socks.  When he had completed the task his mother told him to stand in the middle of the room.  He complied.  Then he challenged her authority again, "I'm not taking anything else off.  I'm just not going to."

Marsha squeezed her son's cheeks between her hands and said, "No, you're right."  As a sigh of relief came across the boy's face she said, "Leslie is going to do it for you." Eddie flushed.  He grabbed the belt holding up his shorts in a grip of defiance.  "Leslie, I want you to come over and take off Eddie's shorts."  The girl couldn't help but jump forward from the couch reaching for the ten year old's belt.


"Let go, Leslie.  I'm not going to let you do this."

Jerry's belt slapped the child on the left thigh again. "You have just earned ten with the belt on your bare ass. You'll be getting them when your clothes are off."

"They aren't coming off."

"That's fifteen.  Keep going and we'll be whipping you into tomorrow morning. Now, move your hands."

Surveying the eyes of the boys who knew what fifteen was going to feel like he got the message that many would put him next to death's door.  He moved his hands and Leslie wasted no time. She unbuckled the boy's belt, unsnapped and unzipped his shorts, and allowed them to fall on their own to his ankles.  She then said, "Step out of them, Eddie".

Continuing, she could see his penis had become awakened at the situation he was in and felt it would be best to shorten his and her anticipation.  She slipped her hands into the top of his briefs and yanked them down.  His boner bounced in reaction to being suddenly thrust into view by the passing of the elastic waist band.  She reached up and slapped the penis saying, "Oh his is neat.  Look, Mom, it's even longer than Mark's."  At that Eddie's hand moved to shield it from view.  Jerry's belt caught his forearm.  

"Son, you're naked from now on.  Everyone will see and touch it, so covering it won't help.  You are not allowed to cover your penis at any time without permission.  You can't play with it yourself without getting permission first. Understand the rules?"  The boy nodded in total humility. "Leslie, get his shirt off."  The girl responded pulling his shirt over his head and removing it from his outstretched arms.  "Now, bend over the arm of the couch, Eddie."  

"But, Mr. O'Neill, I let her take my clothes off."

"Bend over the arm of the couch, Eddie."  Jerry sternly repeated himself as if he didn't even hear the boy's defensive testimony.  Eddie complied.  He had no idea how severe the spanking was going to be as he hadn't often had one.  "Marsha, you need to hold his upper body in place. Boys each of you grab an ankle."  There he was bent over and anchored.  Handing the belt to Leslie, Jerry said, "Okay honey let him have ten good one's and I'll take the last five."  Almost giggling the nine year old girl took the belt.

SWWWAAAPPP the belt landed on the small of his back.  Though it left a pink mark Jerry said, "Do it again, that one wasn't good enough." SWWWAAAAPPPP the second one hit with force, but it was evident she couldn't muster the force Jerry felt was necessary.  Here, Honey, swing way back, keep your eye on the spot you want to hit, and then swing fast flicking your wrist. SWWWWAAAAATTT that one resounded. Eddie screamed and tried to free himself from the punishment, but to no avail.  SWWWAAATTTT again Leslie's lash was quite whimpy.  Jerry grabbed a lamp, unplugged its cord from the extension cord it was attached to and handed his daughter the doubled over extension cord.  "Here use this," WWWWWIIIIIPPP a blister welt appeared across both butt cheeks.  "That's better, Leslie, now give him six more of those."  WHIIIIPPPPPP another stripe appeared on the lower area of his right cheek.  The boy screamed a high pitched scream and begged for them to stop.  WHHHIIIIIPPPPP another quarter inch welt appeared on his right butt cheek. Again and agonizing scream.  WHIIIIPPPPPP this struck across his thighs leaving a bright red stripe.  WHHHHIIIIIPPPP again a raised welt appeared across both cheeks. WHIIIPPPPPP this stripe crossed the one she had made just before it.  Eddie was wiggling and screaming.  The boys, trying to maintain their hold, were now wrapped around his claves as if they were riding a bronco.  WHIIIIIPPP the cord found its mark with a resounding snap.  Then, Jerry picked up his belt.  "Okay Eddie, only five more."  SWWWWWAAAAPPPP the red mark left an impression which dwarfed those of the cord.  SWWWWAAAAAPPPP again, landing expertly across both cheeks with the doubled over end wrapping around his hip snapping hard against his hip.  "Terri, spell Marsha, she needs to practice."  Terri took over holding the reddened sobbing boy.  As the momentary changing of the guard took place, the crying boy tried to secure his freedom by begging for a cessation.  Handing the belt to the boy's mother he nodded toward his bottom in a nonverbal directive to finish the job.  SWWWWWAAPPP the belt found its mark.  Marsha showed surprising force.  SWWWWAAAAPPPP again the belt cracked down on the child's backside.  SWWWWAAAAAPPP the final blow resounded.  Eddie's backside was totally reddened with two raised welts left by the extension cord.  As he was released he was told he could not touch his bottom.

"Eddie, come over here, you have some time out to do." Jerry directed the child to the stools.

"Jerry, let me lube up the peg first.  He's not had any loosening action yet."  Terri ran up to the bathroom to retrieve the Vaseline.  

Returning she lubed the peg on Mark's chair.  Jerry picked the boy up and ordered him to spread his legs.  Terri stuck two fingers in the jar and pulled out a glob which she smeared around the child's anus as he was held in place. Jerry lowered the boy to the peg.  Terri checked the alignment and nodded to her husband.  Slowly, but firmly Jerry pushed down on the boy's shoulders as the peg began to slowly fade from sight.  "Now, you sit there until you're told to get up.  Put your hands on your head and spread your legs.  We want to look at your boy parts."  The boy's bottom hurt so badly he tried to push up with his feet on the rungs of the stool.  Jerry ignored it knowing he wouldn't be able to stay up for long.  His legs would soon tire.

"Marsha, I know that was tough to watch, but the more severe we are in the beginning the quicker he'll catch on and the fewer the times we'll have to do that."

"Don't apologize to me.  I've had it with his behavior and he deserved what he got."

"You're taking this well," Terri reinforced Marsha's attitude.

A half hour later Jerry lifted the boy from the peg.  "Now, Mark is going to give you a bath."

"Hey, that's my job," Leslie whined.

"No Leslie, you're to be the coach. You can tell Mark what to do and how long to do it."

Eddie's walk was a real sight.  He was doing that broken glass step, his bottom still red from the spanking and he was still congested from the crying.  "Eddie, you can rub your bottom now if you want," Terri instructed.  "Let's all go to the bathroom."

When they crowded in, Jerry instructed Phillip he had to watch from the door.  Marsha took a seat on the covered commode, Terri leaned against the vanity, Jerry and Leslie stood between the two mothers.  "Eddie get in the tub.  Mark you get in, too."  Both complied.  "Okay Leslie this is your production so tell Mark what to do."

"Mark put some soap on the washcloth and wash his face.  Be sure to do his ears. Stick your finger in his ears as far as you can.  Okay, now wash his neck.  Eddie, you need to stand sideways so we can see you get your penis washed.  Now, Mark wash his chest.  Eddie raise your arms.  Mark do his pits. Okay now do his arms.  Mark put the wash cloth down and rub soap on you hands.  Now, wash Eddie's scrotum and move his testicle around.  Keep doing that until I tell you to stop." Eddie's boner was sticking straight out parallel to the floor.  Leslie left Mark rubbing his friend's scrotum for at least two minutes.  Marsha was actually beginning to feel a little horny at the sight as was Terri.  Jerry could feel his penis beginning to respond at the sight.  "Okay, Mark now put some more soap on your hands and do his woody." Mark began to slide his hand back and forth on his best friend's hard shaft.  "Do his mushroom too and don't forget the pee hole."

Terri took that as a teachable moment.  "His 'mushroom' is called the glans, Leslie.  I don't guess we've ever taught you that.   The 'pee hole' is the opening to his urethra."

"Okay, Mom, but I still like mushroom better.  That's what it looks like.  I also happens to be one of my favorite parts of the boys' bodies.  I love to pinch it hard."  

Mark was still massaging Eddie's penis.  Had it not been for his burning cheeks he'd probably have dry cum at least twice by now. "Leslie, get back to the bath," Jerry re-centered his daughter to the task.

"Okay, now pick up the wash cloth and soap it up. Do his legs be sure to clean his knees well."  Mark complied with his sister's directives.  "Now, Eddie turn around.  Mark, wash his back."  Eddie seemed to calm as his buddy washed his back.  Perhaps he was anticipating the discomfort of having his bottom washed.  It was still very sensitive. "Mark, put the cloth down and soap up your hands.  Now, wash his butt cheeks."  The feel of Mark's hands lightly sliding around his bottom actually soothed the child.  Mark could feel the lingering warmth of the spanking and was pleased his friend seemed comforted by the touch.  After allowing the soothing massage, Leslie began directing again, "Okay, Eddie put hour hands on the shower wall."  Turning he complied. "Bend over and spread your legs.  Mark soap up your middle finger and you know where to put it."  The peg had loosened the child's sphincter to the point there was absolutely no resistance to Mark's nine year old digit.  It went right in.  From experience he knew to wiggle it around and slide it in and out.  "Keep sliding it around until I tell you to stop."

"Marsha, this is a very important part of his cleaning.  You won't get his anal left overs on your furniture and carpets, if you know what I mean."

"Terri why don't you just say, 'skid marks'?  Everyone knows what that means," Jerry could be so crass at times.

After a minute or two of fingering, Leslie ordered Eddie back to standing sideways.  "Okay, Mark, you need to redo all of his boy parts and you keep washing his penis until I tell you to stop."  Again, the adults started feeling erotic at the sight of Mark washing Eddie's penis and scrotum. Leslie obviously enjoyed the show, too.  Eddie began to feel the pleasure of this touch.  It began overwhelming the burning bottom.  Maybe, it was the cool down from having his hot bottom washed, but now he became aware of the pleasure of his boy member being stroked.  Wet and soapy felt better than the many times Mark had rubbed it when they were camping out.  Suddenly, the boy was brought to an orgasm. His legs extended and the muscles tightened, he shook and groaned, thrusting his hips forward at his friend. He nearly knocked him out of the tub.  "Oh, oh, oh, that felt good. Mark, wash me some more."  The adults laughed at the sight. Leslie was perplexed. "What happened?"

"Leslie, sometime when little boys have their penises rubbed that happens.  Don't you remember Mark's thing at the party? Mrs. Thomas explained it.  It's called an orgasm.  You will be able to have orgasms, too.  They are just really good feelings.  When these two get older they will shoot a liquid called semen out of the tip of their penises.  They just aren't old enough yet.  Do you have any more questions about it?"  

"No, Mom, I don't think so."

"Well if you do, you can ask Daddy or me and we will try to help you understand it, okay?"

"Okay."

"Just know, your brother helped his friend feel much better after a rough night," Jerry added. "Okay, you guys get out of the tub, dry off and come to the living room.  Marsha, do you have any questions at this point?"'

"No, I really did enjoy this, though.  I really like how open you two are about talking about sexual things with your children.  I'm impressed.  I hope I can do that with Eddie when I need to."

"You know Marsha I'm available to talk to Eddie, if he needs to ask a guy.  I will always talk respectfully and truthfully about the subject."

As comic relief Terri biffed her husband's shoulder and said, "Yeah, but sometimes you need help with the terminology."

As the adults returned to the kitchen for coffee, Leslie and Phillip went to the living room, Eddie and Mark dried off and went to Mark's room to play.  

"Watching Mark wash Eddie's penis made me a little horny. Did you find it erotic?" Marsha asked.

"Yeah, it is kind of erotic isn't it?" Jerry agreed.  

Terri nodded in agreement and added, "Saturday, let's make them stand in Susie's wading pool and bathe each other in the front yard.  We can see what kind of audience they attract."

"That's a great idea.  But if we do it, I want them to rub each other's penises until they cum at least twice each." Marsha was almost drooling.

"Well, the name of the game is humiliation, isn't it?" Jerry agreed.

The Weekend Begins

Friday night, the children except Mark were bathed.  Jenny was coming to baby sit and she enjoyed watching Leslie bathe her twin.  She was really turned on by watching his sibling's finger going in and out of his anus.  Knowing this Jerry and Terri saw such a simple reward as a perk for their regular employee.

"Hi, Jen.  I'm glad you came a little early.  There are a few things we need to discuss before Jerry and I leave tonight.  First, these stools this one is Mark's and this one is Phillip's," pointing in much the same way as the models do on the game shows.  "From now on if Phillip is to be punished with a spanking and/or time out, he is to be stripped nude before the punishment.  In either case, time out will be served on their respective stools.  You are to make them push these dowels into their anuses all the way and remain there with them stuck up their butt for the entire time."  Jenny had a look on her face that spoke to her desire to find any reason to impale those two boys. Phillip was not going to finish the evening without doing something, even if she had to trump something up.  She wanted his ass on the peg, even more than she did Mark's. "Jen, if Phillip is punished he must remain nude for twenty four hours afterward so don't allow him to put any clothing on.  He is also to be a slave, as Mark is, for anyone who wants to explore his boy parts.  Any questions?"

"No, I can handle this."

"We're hoping we can begin to cut down on spankings with the new time out rules."

"What about the girls?" the sitter inquired.

"The girls don't have to disrobe or sit on a stool.  Just put them in a chair or stand them in the corner. Of course, you can take a belt to them if you need to, but they can keep their pants on.  Girls just aren't the same as boys when it comes to discipline and modesty, are they?"

"No, they tend to learn more from a good chewing out.  Boys just don't get it that easily."

"Here's the number for where we're at.  Jen, it'll be late, you can call your Mom and ask to spend the night if you'd like."

"It's okay.  Some of my friends are coming over tonight, so I'm sure I'll be awake enough to get home.  You guys go and have fun."

"There are chips, dip, Coke and other goodies to entertain with.  Make yourself at home.  Oh, Susie is in bed.  She's really been tired lately.  I think she plays too hard.  Mark needs a bath.  We know how you like to watch Leslie wash him so we hold off on it for you."

"I love when she does his butt."

"I know, he's all yours."  Turning her head toward the stairway she bellowed, "Com' on Jerry, we're already running late. Kids come over here and let me kiss you good night." The three children who were sitting in the living room moved to the hallway and lined up. Terri looking at her ever erect oldest son unconsciously mouthed, "God, I think I'm going to start slipping Jerry some of Mark's pills.  That little thing hasn't had a rest since we got the prescription filled."  As Terri hugged and kissed each of the children, the sitter responded to her remark.

"Just keep feeding him that stuff.  I love pulling on his boners."

"Not to worry, we all do."  

Jerry came down the stairs and quickly kissed and hugged each of the children. "You guys mind, Jenny," he reminded them.  Following that, the parents were on their way.

The sitter walked over to Phillip's punishment stool and stroked the peg.  It was evident from the interest she was determined to see it used before the night was out.  The little boy was oblivious to the intent as he lay on his stomach, next to his older brother, in his shorty pajamas kicking his legs up and down watching the DVD his mother had started before she left.

"Phillip, I need for you to pick up your room," the sitter ordered.

"In a few minutes, I want to finish this movie.  Besides, I picked it up this afternoon."

"Well, get up there and check it again."

"Com' on, Jen, let me finish the movie, please.  I'll go in a few minutes."  The boy begged.

"Okay, if you don't go and I find it messy you're going to be punished."

"It's okay.  I picked it up before supper."

As the kids continued to watch the movie, Jenny went upstairs "to check on Susie", she entered Phillip's room and pulled the covers back on the bed.  Taking some stuffed animals off his shelf, she threw them to the floor. Entering the bathroom she found a pair of Phillip's briefs and one of his socks and threw them on his bedroom floor. Going back to the living room she sat down and waited for the movie to end.

"Phillip, let's go look at your room," the sitter said offering her hand to the little boy.  They went upstairs. Opening the door she said, "This is picked up?"

"But these things weren't here. They were in the hamper.  My bears were on the shelf.  Someone must have slept in my bed. Maybe it was Susie."

"This stuff didn't just walk here, did it?  Get the pajamas off and come with me.  You've earned time out".

"Pleeeezzzz Jenny.  I didn't leave this stuff here.  I don't want to go to time out.  I'll pick it up."

"Too late.  I told you to do it over forty minutes ago and you said it was all done.  Now, get the pajamas off.  If you give me any more lip, I'll take the belt to you and then give you time out."

"But, I didn't..."  Phillip could feel his face flush as he knew which button he had pushed on his babysitter.  He knew where she was headed and he regretted his arguing, only too late.

Jenny left his room and got one of Jerry's belts from the parental closet.  Returning, she grabbed him and pulled off his pajama bottoms.  He wasn't wearing underwear so his little boyhood was quickly exposed.  She hadn't seen that in three years and those years had been good to it.  It must have doubled in size.  She unbuttoned his pajama shirt, removed it and threw it on his bed.  Taking him by the arm she pulled him to the living room.

Putting his little body over the arm of the couch she directed the other two.  "Mark, get over here and hold your brothers arms."  Mark cringed at the thought of what was coming, but he didn't want any of it to come his way so he complied.  "Leslie, can you hold his legs apart and stay out of the way of his backside?"

"I think so."  She didn't appear to have the same empathy for her little brother as her twin did.  She was actually smiling in anticipation of the whipping.

SWISSSH, SNAP. The belt cracked across the little boy's ass. SWISSSSSH, SNAP another stripe appeared.  The scared and hurting child began to wail.  SWISSSSH, SNAP another hit leaving a trail across both cheeks. SWISSSSH, SNAP the boy was twisting violently trying to secure his freedom. SWISSSH, SNAP again the child writhed in pain.  His older brother was now turning his head so as not to see the leather hitting his sibling. SWISSSH, SNAP the final strike hitting his already reddened bottom.  "Now, get on the stool."

The boy was sobbing so hard he couldn't talk.  He walked head down, rubbing his burning bottom, toward the intrusive stool.

"Jen, Daddy has to help him sit on it.  He picks him up and puts him down on the peg," Leslie explained.  Jenny picked the boy up under his arms and raised him to the top of the peg.  "Spread your legs, Phillip," compliance was immediate from the sobbing boy.  Leslie, still smiling, was positioned on the floor at the base of the stool eager to watch the peg penetrate his little anus.

Jenny guided him down on the peg.  His sphincter was slow to admit the device, so Jenny pushed down on his shoulders. The boy screamed an agonizing scream which mixed with the sobs, as he was finally impaled.

Five minutes after the violent show, the doorbell rang. Three teenaged girls stood on the porch giggling.  Mark became a little embarrassed at the intrusion.  He was still quite sensitive about being exposed and to have three unknown teenaged girls come to visit was uncomfortable. Then he heard his sitter's super sweet voice, "Oh how cute, when did you get him?  Bring him in here so the kids can see him."

In came the girls.  They were greeted with the sight of a naked nine year old boy on the floor and a naked fully eight year old on the stool, both fully exposed and unbeknownst to them forbidden to hide their boy parts.  Both sported erections one chemically stimulated and the other stimulated by pegs and exposure to strangers.

"Now that's cute."  One of the girls approached the teary Phillip and pinched the glans of his erect little penis. "Can I suck him?"

"Sure, Betty.  He's all yours, suck away."

Leslie, positioned to watch the oral action on Phillip, when Jenny said, "Leslie, it's time for Mark's bath.  You girls want to see something come and watch her give her brother a bath.  It's brutally arousing."

Leslie grabbed her age mate's testicles and squeezed.  She then pulled him toward the bathroom. Marks loud response was immediate, "Hey Leslie, not so tight, I'll come, all you have to do is ask."

"Let her pull you, you bad boy," one of Jenny's guests corrected.  As he looked toward the girl who made the remark he noticed she was holding a puppy.  He really loved animals and wanted to visit with the puppy, but unfortunately he was being ushered to the bathroom.

During the bath, the teen visitors minus the one sucking on Phillip were treated to the show.  The girl with the puppy held and continued to pet it as she watched Leslie put Mark through the humiliating bath.  When she bathed his dick and balls the girls showed their approval with "oooo's and aaaahhh's."  This was followed by the anal cleansing.  As the little nine year old shoved her middle finger up the boy's ass, she began to finger him, first exploring then moving her digit in and out.  

"Oh my God, Jen, do you get to see this all the time?" asked the pet owner.

"Yep, he's naked all the time.  Sometimes I shove my finger up there just to relax.  He's my little boy toy."

"His parents are cool with this?"

"They're the ones who started the whole thing.  I just lucked into it.  Dry him off Leslie and then both of you back in the living room."

Anxious for the chance to visit with the puppy, Mark hurried down with his continual hard-on bouncing to and fro.  "Can I play with the puppy?"

"If I can play with you later," chuckling, the girl shrugged her shoulders and handed the furry package to the little boy.  

Meanwhile Betty had brought little Phillip to a dry orgasm. He thrust his hips quickly stopped by the peg stuck in his anus.  His legs thrust into extension and his hand quickly unlocked as he held Betty's head against his groin.  "I think, he liked it!" Betty smiled as she announced her successful influence.

Mark, holding the puppy up from around its upper body asked, "What kind is he?"

"He's a registered German Shepard."

The teething puppy began to chew on the boy's fingers. "Ooowwww, his teeth are sharp."  Nonetheless, the boy continued to hold him.  Off and on he removed his fingers from the chewing puppy's mouth, half giggling and half with an exaggerated pain expression.

As they played, the puppy's owner leaned over to her friend, Jenny, and whispered something.  Both girls laughed and Jenny said, "In a few minutes," looking over at Betty who was locked on little Phillip's penis again.  "Let Betty finish sucking Phillip.  Then, we'll get him off the stool and maybe both can play."

After a few minutes, Betty returned her attention to her friends.  Phillip had stopped his crying.  The girl's sucking made his time out more comfortable than he imagined it could be.  Following a second orgasm, Jenny walked over and pulled the child from the stool.  He just walked over and stretched out prone on the couch.  

The four teenage girls then left the room and huddled in the hallway.  After a round of giggling they returned to the living room.

"Mark, I want you to lie down on your back and spread your legs and arms.  We'll let you play with the puppy in a minute."

Complying, he stretched out spread eagle on the floor.  He figured they wanted to play with his penis as most did.

"Ann, you need to get your puppy before he chews something up or pees on the floor. Betty would you hold Mark's left ankle, Leslie you need to get his other ankle."  Mark was beginning to wonder what game they had cooked up, he was getting somewhat scared. "Jean, catch his left wrist and I'm going to get this one. Great."  The boy was subdued, he couldn't move.  "Okay Ann, let the puppy make friends with Mark."  The girl then put the pup down with its nose at Mark's anus.  The little fur ball began licking. Though scared, the boy felt pleasurable feelings as the little dog snarfed his ass.  Then Ann picked the puppy's front paws up, placing them on the boy's balls.  Taking his erect penis, she began using it to slap the puppy's face.  The pup joyfully opened his mouth and took in his new toy.  His needle teeth pushed into the flesh of the boy's rod.

"Ooooowwwww, get him off, get him off!" the boy screamed.

"Oh no, he's just a baby, we're going to let him chew for awhile.  It makes his teeth and gums feel so much better to chew."  The puppy had positioned his mouth so as to get the teeth at the back of his jaw some relief and he began to gnaw on the nine year old chew stick.

"Oooowwww, please make him stop.  It hurts, it hurts, oooooowwww, make him stop."

"What do you think, Leslie, should we make him stop," Jenny asked.

"No. The puppy's just a baby.  His teeth should feel better in a few minutes, let him chew."  

At that, Ann tried to redirect the puppy's attention to the ball sack.  Hiding the penis with one hand she tapped the balls with her fingers and the puppy responded with a playful chomp followed by a licking.  Returning to the boy's asshole the tongue continued rapidly lapping.  Getting bored, the puppy once again nipped the boy's testicles.  Ann released the favored chew toy and reoriented the puppy for a second round of chewing.  She managed to stick the dick in the dog's mouth so the glans cleared his front incisors. Clamping down just behind the mushroom with his little needle like teeth.  "Let him chew some more with his back teeth,"  Leslie directed Ann.  Reorienting the boy's penis sideways, the puppy started gnawing again.  

"Ooooowwww, please.  Ooooweee stop him," the boy wailed. After five more minutes of screams and yells, the girls allowed the nine year old up.  

"Hey, Ann, make it chew on his 'shroom.  You know, the tip there." Jean the quiet one spoke out.  "Put it on its back teeth so it can really chew."

Mark felt Ann's hand reorient his penis and then there was a hard pinching feeling followed the sharp pain of the needle like teeth as the puppy playfully began chewing up his glans.  The combination of pressure and being stuck by the puppy's teeth was getting unbearable.  He begged through screams to get the dog to stop, but the girls laughed and Ann continued to hold his member in position for the torturous ordeal.

"God, I'm surprised he didn't go flaccid after that," Betty noted.

"He can't.  He's on a medication that makes it hard all the time," Jenny explained the continual woody.

"Neat.  Let me have some of that for my boyfriend," came the response from the apparently always horny Betty.

Finally, taking Mark's glans away from the puppy, Ann turned and announced, "Now, it's Phillip's turn."

The little boy tried to bolt, but was grabbed by Jean. He was pushed to the floor and the girls took their positions. Mark went to the couch examining his penis, seeing the little red impressions left by the chewing puppy.

"His asshole should be scrumptious after sitting on that peg for a half hour.  Your puppy will be able to bury that nose and tongue of his right into the little guy's shit locker," Betty's remark was reinforced by the laughter of the other girls.  Even Mark had to smile.

As Phillip continued to fight, wiggling and twisting to avoid the session with the young animal he found it futile. Ann introduced her new puppy to the boy's anus which hadn't had enough time to close after the time out session.  The little dog did bury its snout an inch or two into the rectum.  It was like a dog chasing a ground squirrel into its hole.  The puppy continued to wiggle as if wanting to crawl right in the child's bowel.  It was evident the tongue action was stimulating the child as his penis stiffened and danced.  Ann pulled the little dog's nose out and began slapping him with the boy's erect penis. Taking the bait the dog began to chew on the new stick.  Rather than sharp responses to the attack the boy screamed a high pitch scream and began to sob.  The puppy began to gnaw on the shaft. This was followed by more screams.  The girls laughed at the child's fear and pain.

Handing her station over to Jean, Jenny said, "Here, hold him for a second".  She went to the kitchen and returned with some cheese dip.  "Ann, pick up the puppy for a minute."  As the girl did so Jenny smeared the boy's balls and dick with the dip.  "Now let him eat."  The dog went to licking the boy's balls and dick.  As it licked his glans the boy groaned in pleasure.  Just as it became apparent the child was contented, the puppy bit his dick again.  The scream was blood curdling.  

Again the call came for some gnaw time on the boy's glans. This time it came from his sister, Leslie, "Remember, the puppy likes mushrooms and I can see another one right there."  She pointed at the tip of Phillip's penis.  

"So do I," agreed the originator of the idea.

Ann grabbed the little boy's dick and moved the puppy so the molars were in contact with the tip of Phillip's penis.  The dog went right to work.  Phillip screamed mostly for fear the dog would chew it off.  Disregarding his scream, Ann held the little dick in place for a couple of minutes to humor her puppy, as the boy continued to beg and scream to make it stop.  

Following that ordeal, the girls let him up.

Phillip went to the couch and examined his wounds.

"Mark, come here," Jenny ordered.

"I don't want to."

Grabbing the belt she had used on Phillip from the table, she pulled the child's penis reorienting him over the arm or the couch. Two of her friends realizing what was about to happen held him in position. SWWWWWAAAPPP,  SWWWAAAPPPP the boy began begging.  SWWWWWAAAAPPPP, SWWWWAAAPPPP he was now crying and wiggling in the pain and expectation of the next lashes.  SWWWWAAAPPP, the boy screamed in pain.

"Geeezzz, Jen look his ass is getting redder. Keep going he deserves it."

SWWWAAAPPPP the remark was answered with a blistering swat. SWAAAAPPPP another yielding a hoarse scream.  One of the girls reached over and felt the red bottom.  

"I think we could cook an egg on it.  Shall we go for boiling water?"

SWWWWAAAPPP another blow of the belt covering both cheeks. SWAAAAPPPP again the sobbing boy tried to scream. SWAAAAAPPPP.

"Okay, Mark, time out," the sitter pointed to his stool. Helping the sobbing boy into place, she noted he slid onto the peg with more ease than his brother.  His brain was desperately signaling his hands to comfort his throbbing bottom, but he knew to do so would only add to his punishment.  He placed his hands on his head and spread his knees far apart.  Betty jumped right in there, taking his engorged penis into her mouth she began sucking.  The feelings of pain and pleasure mixed and confused the still sobbing boy.

Fifteen minutes later, Jenny smeared the cheese dip on his penis and testicles as he sat impaled on the stool.  Ann held the puppy within reach and the fur ball began lapping up the dip with his tongue.  The feeling was almost as pleasant as Betty's sucking it.  Then taking his stiff boy appendage she teased the puppy into still another oral attack.  It chomped down on his shaft again just behind the glans. "OOOOOOOWWWW" unlike the screams of semi-acceptance he had in the prior session, this time the scream caused more sobbing.

After his half hour time out the two boys and Leslie were put to bed.  The girls had a party with the snacks and the children could hear the giggles as they rehashed the evening's entertainment.

Continued in part 2B...