Play a Little, Pay a Lot Part 2B
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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The next morning, Phillip reported to the kitchen naked.  "I heard you had some problems with Jenny last night."  Terri remarked acknowledging his lack of clothing.

"Yeah, she said I didn't clean my room, but I did.  When she took me up there, there was stuff on the floor and my bed wasn't made.  Somebody put my clothes on the floor. I know I put them in the hamper, but they were on the floor." As he explained his five year old sibling began fondling his dick and balls.  He was going to tell her to leave him alone but he remembered that would get them spanked like Mark's were that time he wouldn't let her touch him.  "I swear, Mom, I did clean up the room."  As he continued Leslie and Mark reported to the table.

"Here Mark take your erection pill."  Without comment or hesitation the boy took the pill and washed it down with orange juice.

"Phillip since you have to be naked today, you take one too."  Not understanding what the pill did, he complied without comment and washed one down too.  "Phillip today you are to spend the day outside in the front yard.  The other children in the neighborhood will want to feel you, you let them.  Remember you're under the same rules as your brother."

"Mom, last night Jenny let her friend's puppy bite my wiener.  Leslie and Jennifer and her friends held me down and let the puppy bite me and lick my balls and butthole."

"Okay Phillip, let's try that story with the right words this time, or do I need to sit you in time out with some soap?"

"They made me and Mark lie there while the puppy bit our penises and testicles and licked our anuses.  How's that?"

"Much better.  Did you like it when the puppy did that?"

"Mom the puppy was teething," Leslie tried to explain.

"Thank you, Leslie, I kind of figured that out, but thanks anyway."

"So your penises were his chew sticks, huh?"  Jerry entered the kitchen after hearing the tail end of the story.  "Bet that hurt."

"I'll bet it was cute," Terry observed.

"Cute, nothin'.  It hurt."  Mark offered a victim's testimony. "But it was just a puppy and puppies do that.  It chewed on my fingers too.  Guess I'd rather it chewed my fingers than my penis though.  The licking kinda' felt good. It tickled and made me feel good."

If the intention had been to get Jenny in trouble, it didn't work.

Breakfast over, Terri instructed Phillip to go out to the yard. The boy had never been publicly exposed and the thought of being nude in front of the neighbors was very unnerving.  "Mom, can't I stay in the house?"

"No, Phillip, you can't.  Go out and let the other kids play with you penis for awhile."  

Thinking better of arguing, the child with a now chemically induced woody walked toward the front door.  His sister Leslie followed closely.  It was her intent to make sure everyone she could see or yell at became aware of Phillip's plight.

She had visions of coaching some good hard core sex play for the neighborhood kids.  It would just take announcing Phillip's availability as the toy.


The Neighborhood Sees Phillip in a New Light
The Thomas boys were outside helping their Dad with yard work.  "Hey Thomas', look at Phillip, he's naked today," the not so caring sister yelled.  Looking over to the house, Billy and Timmy Thomas dropped the rakes and ran over to examine the new specimen.

"Go ahead. Mom said you can do whatever you want to him." Eager fingers immediately began exploring his ball sack. Billy had gotten into the rectal thing after Jerry had allowed him to explore Mark's the very first day he had come home naked from the psychologist's office.  He squatted behind Phillip and crammed his index finger into the hole. Not expecting the intrusion the boy jumped and let out a startled yell.  The scream reinforced the intruder, and Billy immediately fed his index finger and his middle finger into the boy's orifice. It was not a pleasant feeling as the child roughly began a digital exploration.

Mrs. Thomas walked across the street while her husband continued the yard work.  "Hi, Phillip, where are your clothes?"

"Mom says I have to stay naked all day," the pouting child replied.

"Are you being punished?"

"Yeah, Jenny lied about me last night and I got spanked and now I have to be naked for the whole day."

"Here, let Mrs. Thomas kiss your little weenie for you. Get into the standing position."

Bending down, the woman kissed the glans of his penis. It felt good to have someone's lips gracing his engorged head. Her kiss sent shivers down his spine.  Gently the neighbor began stroking his penis while squeezing his scrotum.  Her sons watched as she worked the child into a trance like state with heavy breathing.  Unexpectedly, the boy's body jerked, his muscles tightened.  Billy, whose fingers were again up the child anus felt the sphincter close tightly around them.  Phillip just shook.  "Oh, look, Mrs. Thomas knows how to make you better."

Terri walked out the front door, "Hi Beth, I didn't know you were here."

"God, you guys have beautiful kids," Beth noted dramatically. Then she jokingly added, "Hard to believe they belong to you and Jerry."

"Well, yours are pretty cute to.  Who would have thought?" Terri bantered.

"That Mark, where is he?" Looking around as if to find him she continued, "That Mark is really getting better looking. That rich tan with absolutely no tan lines.  He's a bronze god of a kid.  I looked forward to his butt getting browner, but I guess I never realized his dick and balls would tan up so nicely."

"Leslie go find Mark and tell him to get out here, Mrs. Thomas wants to feel him."

The child eagerly dispatched herself to find her twin.

Entering the house she found Mark watching cartoons in the living room.  It was one of his Saturday regulars.  Susie was sitting next to her naked sibling, rubbing the cheeks of his buttocks and occasionally circumnavigating his anus. "Mark, Mom wants you to come out front so Mrs. Thomas can feel you up."  She said in her snottiest voice.

"Tell her I'm watching my show and I'll come out in a few minutes."

"Okay, but you're going to get a whipping.  You know she doesn't want to wait."

"No, she won't mind."  

Leslie went out the front door to deliver the message. Interrupting Terri and Beth she said, "Mark said he's watching his show and he would come out as soon as it was over."  Terri became somewhat irritated.

"See Beth, progress is slow in getting him to do as he's told.  I'm going to take a belt to him.  Wanna watch?"

"I do, I do," Billy yelled as he eagerly jumped up and down.

"Yeah, me, too," Timmy chimed in.

"We have a new method of time out, you might enjoy the new 'show', Beth.  Come on guys you can watch."

Beth and her two boys began to follow Terri into the house. Phillip and Leslie were tagging behind. "Where are you going Phillip?" asked his mother.

"I want to watch, too."

"It's nothing you haven't seen before.  Leslie, grab his little penis and pull him around the block.  Make sure he 'meets' all the neighbors, if you know what I mean."

Phillip began crying at the thought of being forced to be shown naked to everyone in the neighborhood.  Cries that really reinforced the concept for Terri.  She wanted him taken down a peg before she had another Mark on her hands. "Don't bring him back until at least twenty people have either pulled on his little woody, or done a rectal exam. Did you hear me?"

"Yes, Mom.  At least twenty people."  She grabbed her brother's tiny scrotum and squeezed hard.  He yelled as she jerked his testicles forward.  Off they went. "It's show time!"

As Terri entered with the young boys and their mother she grabbed a belt which hung on the banister in the hallway. Snapping it once, she entered the living room.  Mark was still prone on the floor in front of the television.  Taking his arm she jerked him off the floor.  "What did your sister tell you I said?"

"She said you wanted me to go outside so Mrs. Thomas could feel my penis." Realizing his situation, tears swelled up in his eyes.

"Why didn't you come?"

"I was going to as soon as my show was over."

"When your father or I or for that matter any adult or person in charge of you tells you to do something it means now.  Not when you feel ready.  Not when a show is over. But, it means right now."   Placing him over the arm of the couch she enlisted Beth's help holding his arms in place and began the morning onslaught.  SWWWWAPPPPP, the belt wrapped around his left butt cheek leaving a deep impression, SWWWWWAPPPP a red strip right where the legs met the cheeks appeared.  The boy jumped at that incredible pain. SWWWWWAAAPPPP the pleading began.  SWWWWWWAAAAPPPP another massive red stripe crossed horizontally across his backside. He was scream his pleas as tears were dripping off his eyes. Billy and Timmy were mesmerized at the sight.  SWWWWAAAAP another stripe appeared on the boy's otherwise well tanned fanny. SWWWWAAAP, SWWWAAAAP, the blows continued.

"Oooowwwweeee, oooweee, please stop Mommy, please stop." SWWWAPPPPP, SWWWWAAPPPP the pleas were met with two more quick beltings.

"Now, get over to the time out chair and don't even think of touching that bottom."

His backside was burning from the reddened stripes.  He jumped gingerly to the chair, crying loudly and mixing the sobs with "oooooo,  oooooo, oooooowwwweee".  Terri helped her son onto the stool and centered him over the peg.

"Holy shit, Terri.  Are you going to make him take that up the ass?"  Beth asked.

"Yeah, it keeps him on the chair and limits his moving around."  She finished lowering the crying boy onto his peg. Billy and Timmy, like Leslie the night before, took positions to watch closely as the peg entered their friend's anus.  

"Wow, Mom, you should see this," Billy was impressed.

"That one's Phillip's," Terri said pointing to the other stool.

"What about the girls?"

"Well, they don't seem to have the problem listening and behaving the boys have.  We bought two extras thinking we would use them for all four, but the more I thought about it, the more I think such things are made for boys.  Beside, I'm not so sure Susie is old enough for this kind of punishment."

"Would you like to sell me the other two?"

"Heaven's no, Beth.  If you want them, you're welcome to them.  We'd never charge you for them."

"I'm not sure it wouldn't be good to get some control over Billy and Timmy before they get worse, too."

"I'll tell you, we've had these darn chairs for three or four days and it's already made a difference.  Of course, with Phillip making him stay naked for a full day afterward is probably more punishment.  Kids his age don't like being exposed publicly.  They really don't like other people playing with their boy parts, either."  She continued, "If Phillip doesn't straighten up, we're going to put him on Mark's program, nude all the time.  I think he's cute when he's bare assed.  His little mushroom cap is even more interesting than Mark's and I would welcome the opportunity to show it off.  I like how Mark tanned up too.  Not a sign of untanned skin."

"Billy and Timmy, take a good look at Mark.  We're going to start doing the same thing with you two as soon as I can get the stools over to the house."

"Is Fred on board with this?"  Terri inquired about her neighbor's spouse.

"He's not one to get in the way.  He'd just as soon get his clubs and go golf all day.  What happens with the boys is my problem, 'it's a maternal thing to raise kids' he says.  I could kick his ass."

"You guys might get some ideas about father-son bonding from Dr. Wilson.  She's really 'in-touch' with things and goes places in her therapy others wouldn't tread.  She is really insightful. Talk to Fred and see if he won't go see her a time or two.  I guarantee he'll be pleasantly surprised."

Re-entering the living room, the nine year old was sitting with his legs spread wide apart, hands on his head and working on gaining control of his sobbing.  Beth walked over and rubbed the boy's inner thighs and claves.  "Hi buddy, what gorgeous legs.  I just love their little muscular look. I love the feel of the firm smoothness, too."  Mark enjoyed her touch as evidenced by the speed at which the sobbing stopped.  The compassionate neighbor rubbed his inner thighs softly.  Then she moved downward and sucked the head of his penis into her mouth. Popping it out again she said, "And I love to give that little guy kisses."

Having calmed the boy, she got up and gathered her two boys and left.  A half hour later he was removed from his 'throne'.

Leslie and Phillip were pretty much gone for the morning. When they came back at lunch Terri inquired as to where they had been.  She listened attentively as Phillip described what the girls made him do.  Apparently, they played house. He was the child and they had to teach him to pee in a toilet, spank him because he was bad, and take a bath, take his temperature (you know where) and they were even going to try an enema on him (whatever that was).  All the while one of the girls' mothers kept feeding them ideas. He hated his predicament.  

Washing up, Phillip looked out the window to see a naked Eddie Hyde crying with his erect penis bouncing side to side as he walked in front of his mother up the sidewalk to their house.  His father was pulling Susie's pool from the garage to the front sidewalk, and stopped to greet Mrs. Hyde and Eddie as they approached.  They chatted and his father pointed toward the front door.  He wondered what was happening.  He was just hoping it didn't involve him.

Marsha and her son sat at the table during lunch.  Eddie wasn't hungry so he just had a glass of juice. Mrs. Hyde and Terri were drinking coffee and smiling sheepishly.  They were small talking about the new craft store opening up at the strip mall, but it was apparent their minds were on something else.  The children ate grilled cheese sandwiches and chips.  Phillip and Mark listened more to the adults than the remarks of Leslie, Susie, and Eddie.  It was as if the two knew something was happening.  Their Dad was out front filling the wading pool with water from the garden hose.

Following lunch, Terri announced the boys would need to be cleaned up. They examined their hands and rubbed napkins on their faces thinking this was what their mother wanted. "No, boys.  You and Eddie are going to get a bath." She held up a new bar of bath soap she had set on the counter in the kitchen.

Leslie was quick to offer, "I'll go fill the tub."

"No need, Leslie.  They're going to bathe in Susie's pool out at the curb.  We want others to enjoy their baths as much as we do."

"Mom, you can't be serious. We can't let her do that to us in public.  Com' on, Mom, please don't do this to us."  Mark begged.

Phillip began to cry.  "I don't want other people to see me get a bath, especially the bottom part."

"I'm not going..." Eddie began to rebel but thought better of it, remembering the ordeal the night he was stripped.

"Mommy, why do they have to use my pool.  They'll break it."

"No, Susie they won't.  If they do, we'll just have to get you another one. It will be fun to watch them take their baths outside, don't you think?"  The protective statement and rhetorical question seemed to offer some relief to the very concerned little girl.

"Okay boys, all three of you, go out front."


Mark, Eddie, and Phillip Come Publicly Clean
The three naked boys were ushered outside to the swimming pool.  It was about eight inches deep and three or four feet wide.  Mark and Eddie were told to get into the pool.  Jerry hosed them down to get them wet.  Eddie's erection began to relax due to the cold water.  Mark's, with the help of the medication, was a bit more resilient to the hosing, maintaining its parallel posture.  Leslie eagerly turned and asked for the soap.

"No, Honey, the boys will bathe each other today.  You can coach them."

The thought of watching them wash each others most private areas intrigued the young girl and she showed no sign of disappointment.  Handing Mark the soap she said, "Okay Mark, you will use no washcloths, only your hands.  I want you to soap them up and start on Eddie's face, arms and chest, do a good job."

As Mark washed his friend's body a small crowd of children and adult neighbors gathered to watch.  A couple of passing cars stopped.  One couple got out as if it were a yard sale. The other couple watched from the comfort of their automobile.  The sun began to warm Eddie back up and his penis started to come to life.  He made a movement to cover it when the people from the first car produced a camera. But his mother cleared her throat as a warning to him that behavior would be met with severe punishment in front of the whole group.  "Eddie, put your hands on your head," she recommended.  Another neighbor sent his son home on his bike to get the family's digital camera.  This was turning into a spectacle which was quite a photo op.

At that point Marsha instructed the boys, "Now wash his balls and his dick, Mark."  Looking at Terri she repeated, "I mean his testicles and penis."

Mark complied, lathering his hands.  As he reached for his friends genitals, Eddie complained.  "Let one of the girls do it, please don't make us do this to each other.  It's queer Mom."

"Don't be so up tight.  You guys have played with each other's bodies for years.  Don't act like it's something new to you.  Just now we get to watch."

Mark continued grabbing his friend's scrotum.  The adults in the crowd chuckled some jeered and prompted.  As Mark progressed up his penis, he slid his hand back and forth taking time to lather the tip of Eddie's penis.  Having done so, he stood looking as his mother for the next prompt. "No, you aren't finished with his penis until I say you are. Lather up and keep doing it.  We want to see him do that little orgasm dance at least twice before you do his legs. Get busy."  The crowd loved it.  Many licking their lips in anticipation of the boy's cum dance, dry or not it would be arousing.  The child from up the street had brought his father the digital and the two folks in the crowd with cameras began clicking away, pushing others aside for good angles.  

"Go back home and ask Mom for the video camera," the father instructed his son."

"Oh Dad, I want to watch."

"Do it, or you'll be in there with them.  Don't argue with me, boy."

The child left promptly, not wanting to join the cleansing experience.  Shortly after he left, Eddie went into the throes of an orgasm.  Thrusting his penis toward Mark who was still rubbing it with soap, he let out a groan of pleasure.  It was intense enough the boy forgot the audience presence, until they began clapping and cheering.

"Keep going, Mark, we want two of those," Terri instructed. Her son soaped his hands again and continued to wash Eddie's genitals. Following the second orgasmic dance, Terri instructed her son to wash his friend's legs.  That done, she instructed Eddie to turn around.  Mark re-lathered his hands and began washing Eddie's back.  He didn't need to be told.  Getting to the boy's backside, he began rubbing the cheeks with one hand on each.  Smearing the soap and trying not to think about what was next.

"Now, Mark, you know what has to be done.  Eddie spread your legs apart. Here bend over and put your hands on this stepstool." Mark soaped up his hand and smeared the lather on his friends exposed anus.  The adults in the crowd anticipated where this was leading, but as the nine year old shoved his middle finger into his friend's bowel, there was a mixture of erotic gasps and giggles. Again, the cameras were clicking all around the sight.

The neighbor who was recording the incident for posterity thought out loud, "Where the hell is that kid and my video camera."  Jerry consoled him.

"Don't worry, Jim, there's plenty more to come." Terri retook control, "Okay, Eddie out, Phillip in."

Jerry re-wet Mark and then turned the hose on Phillip. "Mark, give your brother the soap."  Mark handed the soap to Phillip slowly.  "Phillip, wash your brother."

The process he had just observed was repeated until it got to doing Mark's boy parts.  In a last ditch effort to beg out of the next part of his task he turned toward his mother.  Her nod toward Mark's boyhood was the silent answer he was expecting.  Lathering his hands he began rubbing his brother's scrotum.  The little boy's touch almost countered the embarrassment the nine year old felt at being publicly fondled.  The boy from down the street returned with the video camera telling his father the reason he was late was his mother couldn't find a blank CD to record it on, but then she did in his desk.  Putting the still camera down, he began video recording, panning in and out, of the little boy's hands massaging his big brother's balls.  Terri then told Phillip to wash his brother's penis.  Hesitantly, the little boy lathered his hands and began stroking the stiff shaft from its base to over the glans.  "Keep rubbing we want Mark to do two of those shaking things, understand, Phillip?" Marsha reminded him. The boy nodded affirmatively. In a few moments Mark went into the throes of cumming.  Dry, yes, but still passionate he thrust his hips forward as his shapely legs went into the extension position.  His breathing heavy and his eyes looking off into space, the contortions were quite exaggerated over the show Eddie had given.  The crowd cheered and Jim with the video camera just mumbled "Oh my God, that was great and I got it all.  Do it again, Phillip.  Wank off Marky.  Go for it."

"Jim, you'll have to make a few copies of the disk for us." Terri remarked.  

"Sure, Terri, you got it."

"We'd like one, too," said some other neighbors in attendance. "We'll pay you big bucks for one."

"We can talk after the show."

The little boy listening to the conversation continued to fondle his brother's penis.  He was hoping the second orgasm would be soon in coming he was not comfortable doing this. He didn't have long to wait.  Though less emphatic, Mark's second orgasm was received less enthusiastically by the crowd.  Nonetheless, it did receive a round of cheers and applause.

His brother having washed his back, Mark bent over to hold the stool with his legs spread. He knew the drill and also knew protesting wouldn't work.  After all the most embarrassing part was the orgasms and they were behind him. Phillip cried in shame as he inserted his middle finger all the way up his brother's rectal opening. He wiggled and pulled it in and out.  The cameras still clicking and rolling.  "God, Jerry, how can you stand it.  I'm saluting down there."

"I salute too sometimes, Jim.  But the boys are getting some well deserved humiliation and punishment in this process and that makes me feel less self-conscious."

"You know Joey's mother and I might want to talk to you about this program."

"Dad!!!!" the little boy on the bike who had been shuttling cameras indignantly replied.

"Mark out, Eddie back in."  After shifting positions the soap was passed to Eddie who had to wash Phillip.  Again, the spray of the hose.  Initially, it was warm.  Apparently, the sun had done its trick, then it got very cold.  Eddie's erection began to give way again.  Phillips chemically induced hard-on went halfway flaccid, but both would be fully erect before the boys genitals were manipulated.

As Phillip went into his first orgasmic dance a lady in the crowd was amused, "Oh how cute is that? The little fella getting his rocks off."  The cameras kept rolling and clicking through the process.

That finished, both boys began to leave the pool.  Terri stopped them, "Oh no.  Now we're going to reverse places. We'll be out here until the bar of soap is gone."

"Joey, go home and bring me a lawn chair.  I'm going to be here for awhile."

The child, who appeared to be seven or eight, huffed in frustration.

"See Jer, see what I mean.  He needs his little attitude straightened out.  Beside I think it would make him less shy about his little wand if he had to walk around with it showing for a while."

"Jim, this isn't a little while.  Mark and Eddie are going to be nude all the time until they are thirteen.  We're even trying to get the school to allow them to attend nude."

"It seems to be good for them, though.  I'd do it to Joey in a minute, but I wouldn't want to have had it happen to me. Hey, what you guys going to do in the winter?"

"The boys will wear heavy coats and shoes when they are outside, but they will be made to be nude from the waist down.  The coats come off whenever they are inside."

"Their little balls will shrink won't they?"

"Yeah, but there are many who would love to warm them up and coax those little penises out of hiding, or as you have seen we will have them warm each others up. If they don't get straightened out, Terri or I will be warming up their bottoms for them, that won't be an issue."

"Let me talk to Cindy.  Maybe, we need to work on Joey's attitude."

"Give us a call, if we can help."

As the conversation ended, Jim's camera was turned on the two naked Thomas boys who were approaching to see what was going on.  As they approached the pool, their striped red bottoms told the rest of the story.   Jim was convinced the whole neighborhood was becoming a little boy nudist colony.


Sunday Morning
Mark noticed his parents' bedroom door was opened and heard movement.  Looking in his mother was in the master bathroom brushing her teeth, his father was still in bed apparently not awake.  It was church day and this was one of the only times he could wear clothes.  Even if the shorts were very short and he couldn't wear underwear, they at least covered him a little bit.  "Mom, can I get my clothes for church?"

"Oh, hi Sweetie, good morning.  No, why don't you crawl in bed with Daddy while I get my shower.  While your in there you know what I want you to do to him, don't you?"

"Will he be mad if I wake him up?"

"Oh no, Honey, he really liked what you did.  Remember?  He cuddled with you afterward. Now, get in there and get to licking and sucking.  Remember to swallow all his special juice."

The boy followed his mother's direction. His father really had been more loving after he did that thing with him last time.  He must have like it.  The boy crawled under the covers and began seeking his father's manhood.  Reaching in the fly of his father's shorts he gently encircled the flaccid member with his hand.  Gradually, the penis began to stiffen.  Jerry was somewhat startled awake at the new sensation.  Seeing his son's brown little calves sticking out from the white sheets, he knew what was happening.  He wasn't repulsed with it as he had been the first time. Gently he moved his hand below the sheet and stroked his boys head.  Without a word the two began their affectionate touching.  Suddenly the child's tongue contacted his swollen glans.  The wet tip was trying to gain entrance to his urethra.  The feeling of the juvenile hand encircling his engorged penis was a mixture of erotic and loving.  As the boy placed the glans totally within his little mouth, he felt the boy's hand slide up the leg of his shorts and rub his scrotum.  The father continued to rub the boy's head. The boy pushed his penis further into his mouth.  Sucking began almost immediately.  Jerry's rubbing was now concentrated on his son's smooth buttocks.  The softness mixed with the firmness was so enticing he could contentedly stroke them all day.

As the boy worked the penis and testicles, Jerry moaned in sheer pleasure.  Pressure built in his engorged head. As the throbbing intensified the man pushed his son's head further down on the shaft.  His hips left the bed surface as he released shot after shot of semen into the boy's mouth and throat.  He couldn't help but notice Mark's more successful attempt to swallow the load.  The child removed his mouth and licked his father's penis like a lollipop until it was clean.  Suddenly, the little face appeared at the top of the covers.  Smiling he inquired, "Did you like it, Daddy?  Did I do a good job?"

Pulling his son on top of him, he kissed him on top of the head as he hugged the child tightly. "I love you, Mark. Sometimes, I seem like I don't, but I want you to know, I'd die for you in a minute.  I love you like life itself."  He could feel the boy's little erection pressing on his stomach area as he continued to stroke the child's marvelous body.  

Raising his head to make eye contact with his father, Mark quietly admitted, "I like to make you feel good, Daddy.  I love you too."

Skin to skin they were laying there as Terri emerged from the bathroom.  "Hey, why don't you guys just lie there for awhile.  Daddy can rub your body and you can guy talk. "Here, Jerry," she threw him some lotion.  "Be sure you do his boy parts and bottom, too. I'll call you for breakfast in an hour or so."  

And that's just what they did.  As she left the room the man squeezed lotion onto his hand and began working it into the skin of his son's round, firm, smooth bottom.

"Okay, breakfast is ready."  Jerry walked his naked nine year old son down to breakfast with his arm draped over the child bare shoulders.  As they entered the kitchen he kissed the boy on top of the head again, patted him on the butt and said, "Go on now, get something to eat." Terri was beside her self secretly hiding the joy she felt at the sight.  

"Leslie, you need to give Mark his bath and then get one yourself."

"He doesn't need one.  He got a shower with me."  Again the mother tried to hide her delight, but the thought of such an intimate experience brought a tear to her eye.  

In attempt to think of something else she became more directive, "Jerry, would you mind getting Susie dressed, while I clean up the kitchen?" We don't have much time before we leave for church.

"Leslie, since Phillip is on naked time you can bathe him. Be sure to clean his anus well."  

Leslie usually complained about intrusions on her time, but bathing her brothers was just too exciting for her.  "I'll take care of Phillip."

"Moooommmm, I can take my own bath."

"No mister you earned another day of naked time yesterday and she will bathe you.  Give her any trouble and you won't see clothes again for two weeks.  Just do what you're told."

"Oh, here Mark and you too Phillip here take your pills.  We must keep a stiff lower penis," she laughed but no one else got it.

"You know the prescription was for Mark.  I hope we aren't doing something to Phillip that we'll regret by giving him the same dosage."  Jerry questioned.

"I'll call Dr. Wilson tomorrow and have her check for us. Okay, everybody we have an hour before we have to go.  Let's move, people."

The family scattered.

The two naked boys presented themselves in the living room for church clothes.  Terri handed each a pair of elastic waist athletic shorts, a button neck knit shirt, a pair of white ankle socks and some Nike cross trainers.  "Hey, Mom, where's my underwear?"

"Phillip, have you been paying attention to Mark the past few weeks?  If you had been, you'd know naked kids don't get underpants.  You'd also know you must sit in the pew with your legs spread apart and your arms must never go below your waist.  Mark can sit next to you and remind you.  Next week you'll have to do it yourself.  If you screw up, you'll get a whipping, time out and two weeks of naked time, so pay attention."

"Two weeks naked time?  Why so much?"

"Okay screw up and you'll get five years of naked time.  I'd like that better anyway.  Saves on laundry and lets me see that cute little penis of yours whenever I want."

"And you get to touch it too," added the ever inquisitive Susie.

"Geezzz Terri, I hope we aren't making a young hussie out of Susie with all of this," he laughed.

"No, she's right, it is fun to play with their little erections.  And it is nice to feel those little testicles as they roll under the pressure of your fingers."

"Oh, Mom, cut it out, your embarrassing us," Mark chimed in.

"Okay, to the car, let's go."

The O'Neills waltzed their family into the church.  Taking seats in the second pew from the front each took their seats and removed the hymnals from the rack on the back of the pew in front of them.  The boys' knees were spread effectively exposing their genitalia to anyone passing by in front of them.  A three year old boy stood up between his parents in the pew in front of them. Looking back the toddler said, "pee-pee" pointing up the legs of the boys' shorts he repeated, "pee-pee".  Wondering what the child was talking about and half embarrassed at the word being uttered publicly, but particularly in church, the mother turned to hush him.  Glancing in the direction of his pointing she feasted her eyes on two pre-pubescent penises, both a full salute.  Smiling, she turned her son toward the sanctuary.

The minister entered the sanctuary.  He took momentary pause at the sight of the partially exposed children.  Then smiling, he completed the sermon.  When the boy's stood, he found himself anxious for the hymn to be completed so he could look again at the beauty of these two little boys. Sermon done, he moved to the back of the church so as to extend fellowship as people left the building. "Oh, Jerry and Terri, I would like to speak with you privately for a few moments.  Lisa, would you watch the children for a few minutes.  Take them to the church hall for juice and donuts."  His eighteen year old daughter gathered the children and ushered them to the church hall.

"I couldn't help but notice your boys weren't wearing underwear today."

"Is that a problem, Reverend?" Terri looked concerned, perhaps she'd underdressed them.

"Why, no, not necessarily.  Was there a reason?"

"Yes, Mark's in therapy for his extremely uptight modesty. He also had a problem with sex play.  I really think the morality preached about their bodies is a major culprit in developing his hang-ups, but that's beside the point.  His therapist is insisting he be nude all the time up until puberty.  Actually, Reverend, the only time he is allowed to wear any clothes is church, school, or if we go out to eat. Otherwise he's nude.  People can touch him, take pictures of him, whatever.  It is an attempt to desensitize him to nakedness."

"All the same, don't you feel morality issues are at stake here?"

"No Reverend, with all due respect, when God found Adam and Eve hiding He asked why they were hiding and they said because they were naked.  If you will recall God wasn't happy with that and asked them who told them they were naked.  They told Him the serpent.  I'd prefer the boys didn't follow the directives of the serpent.  There's no way I want them to grow up with the body hang ups we have.  This therapist has a great way of looking at boys' bodies.  She also is a believer in firm discipline and isn't a stranger to using a strap or belt to warm them up.  No, Reverend, I like the program they're on and I find it compatible with my faith."

"This is intriguing.  I never thought about such before. You have some valid points.  I guess if you feel it's a matter of faith, why don't you bring the boys nude next week?"

"Oh I'd love to, if for no other reason than to put those self-righteous zealots in this congregation on notice there's a new interpretation in town."

"Now, let's not get vindictive about this.  I'll preach an appropriate sermon, maybe, something like 'protecting children's innocence can often mean we're taking it.'  Or maybe, something on discipline.  We'll see."  Reverend Simpson was thinking out loud.  Snapping out of it he asked, "What's that psychologist's phone number?  I might need to get some pointers for that sermon."  

Reaching in her purse, the puzzled mother pulled out Melanie Wilson's business card.  "Here you can keep this, I've got more at home."


Hell Fire, Brimstone and Naked Little Boys, Reverend Simpson
Changes Views
The following Sunday the boys were led to church nude. Though Phillip hadn't earned naked time punishment, his parents made him go nude anyway.  They took their places in the second row pew, surrounded by gasps of disapproving parishioners.  

Reverend Simpson began his sermon, "My fellow parishioners, as you have probably noticed two of our younger members have arrived to the service in the altogether.  I must say I find them altogether beautiful.  Today, I wish to talk about our children's bodies.  The Bible tells us that God made us in his image and likeness.  If this is so, why must we cover up?  Perhaps, it comes from the early churches teaching that penises, testicles, vaginas, and clitoris are all vile and evil because they give so much pleasure.  You know the old, 'If it feels good, it must be a sin'.  That's a whole 'nother sermon though and I'm not going to get started there.

"Boys, come stand up here next to me." The boys were pushed by their parents to go to the sanctuary.  Terri reminded them to stand in the standing position.  Both were nervous and very embarrassed. They slowly climbed the steps to the sanctuary each going to a separate side of the minister. They turned spread their legs and placed their hands on their heads.  The preacher smiled and encouraged them to relax. "As I look out there I'm inclined to ask, 'Is there anyone in this congregation that can honestly say these little boys aren't beautiful to look at?  Is there anyone out there who feels this is an invitation to sin?'"  If you really feel that way down deep, then you are laughing at God's wonderful creations.  I'm reminded of the old sign, 'God don't make junk'.  These children are being exposed to help them accept their boyhood.  But they are also naked as a punishment for the sins of our ancestors.  They are being used to challenge the very nature of original sin.  It is hoped they will lose that punishing modesty which befell those in the garden.  In a way they are redeeming the garden with their nakedness."

Reaching down he gently tugged on Phillip's erect penis. "This little penis is no different from his nose other than the function.  At his age, the function is to urinate.  It really had nothing to do with the sacred act of procreation. But we have led him to wonder why it is so vile by making him cover it up.  We include it in his 'private parts', and, doing so, we spawn his curiosity of uses he can't even comprehend at his age.  We are the sinners to do so.  We are the serpents in the garden when we do so.  We steal this child's very innocence.  He stands here erect because of the circumstance.  I'm sure he isn't seeking to procreate (the Reverend wasn't privy to the prescription), they're erect because they feel they're doing something forbidden.  They are experiencing the reaction of an exhibitionist.  

"Let's all remember diaper changing.  We did enjoy rubbing the powders and oils into our children's genitals.  We didn't do it to arouse ourselves.  We did it because it was the essence of a non-sexual loving bond with our children. Then we pegged the adult image of sexuality on those parts.

"I, at first, like most of you are today, was taken aback by the fact these boys were semi-exposed last Sunday.  Most didn't see it, but I couldn't miss it.  I asked their mother and father to explain it to me.  They did and I must admit I had to examine the very paradigms which caused me to be troubled by their nudity.  They told me that until puberty the older boy had to be naked in all places except for school, church, and restaurants.  I asked them to bring them to church nude form now on.  Naked time for the little one was being used as a part of his punishment.  Kind of ironic. The punishment of Genesis is also the punishment of the child.   I can't change our paradigms about our own bodies, but I can say these folks are doing a justice under God to their children.  Perhaps they will save them from believing any of their wonderful being is despicable, as those of us from prior generations have been taught to believe.  

"The psychologist I spoke to about this said, little ones, especially boys need to accept their bodies as good and decent.  If left alone modesty will develop on its own.  It doesn't need to be taught.  She said boys have a more difficult time with it because their little organs are readily perceptible.  The only way to ensure they don't sneak around for sex play and exploration is to disarm them. To take away the artificially developed curiosity.

"These children will allow you to touch any part of their body. You can touch their penises or bottoms as you would their head nor nose.  Should they find it pleasurable to be touched would that be a sin?  I guess my return question would be, 'If God gave us something which pleasures us and he didn't want us to use it, he probably wouldn't have given it to us in the first place.  Remember in Ecclesiastes, the writer states 'This is all I know, God made us plain and simple, but we have made ourselves very complicated.' Let's let these little boys uncomplicated themselves.

"It's interesting that the boy's parents are not beyond strict discipline.  Both of these boys know the belt and are expected to succumb to adult commands.  This, too, is something we are losing sight of with our children today. Next week, I will talk about strong discipline and God's commandment to 'Honor Thy Father and Mother'.

"Thank you for sharing your sons with us today, Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill.  They are beautiful in my eyes and the eyes of God of this I'm sure.  If you don't mind I like to have them in the fellowship hall for all to see and touch at the end of the service."

Following the preacher's words most in the congregation applauded.

Terri and Jerry were quite proud.  They had been reassured publicly by the preacher, that they were right.  With this and Dr. Wilson's help it was evident that Phillip wouldn't know a pair of pants until he was thirteen either.  The lady who sat in the pew in front of the O'Neills began undressing her three year old son.  He wasn't objecting either. After the services, both Phillip and Mark were literally put on display in the lying position in the church hall.  As the congregation passed, some particularly young girls grabbed their penis or fondled their testicles.  It was evident from the reaction of their parents that the message needed further mulling around.  Mothers and fathers would pull the children's hands away as they explored the phalluses.  It was interesting a few, but really a very few, explored the anuses.  Perhaps if they had been place in the inspection there would have been more interest.

"Mr. and Mrs. O'Neill, my name is Evan Coalfield.  I'm the superintendent of schools.  I'd like to talk to you about your interesting predicament between our policies and what you'd like to accomplish.  Maybe we can work something out."

Terri and Jerry discussed the need for their children to suffer the humiliation of nudity so they might be saved from future behavior difficulties.  They talked about the end of the concept of 'private parts' and of good old fashioned beltings when the kids needed it.  How a parent's job of disciplining is hard enough and with a school system whimping out on its responsibility it was more difficult. The superintendent agreed.  Behavior was going down the tubes.  Zero tolerance certainly wasn't the answer. Misbehaving kids were just sent back to the breeding ground of their misbehavior.  It was time to turn the goals from just achievement scores to molding kids with character.

They were asked to come to a special discipline study workshop of the school board.  The superintendent was going to invite judicial and legislative members to the meeting to discuss repercussions of a new stricter policy on discipline.  They agreed so long as the provisions would be made effective prior to the beginning of school next month.

The adults at the meeting decided on a set of recommendations.  They were aimed primarily at boys as they were the major discipline culprits in the schools.  The rules were designed for the lower grades as the attempt should be to fix the problem early and doing so would negate the need for such policies in later years.

The workshop was held over two days.  Dr. Wilson served as the consulting psychologist.  There were many options offered, but most were compromised and incorporated into the recommendations to the school board for a new discipline policy.  No more ignoring the problems, it was time to fix them.  The following list was drawn up for immediate consideration by the board.

The biggest disagreement surrounded the issue of using these punishments with girls. Many of the parents of girls were especially hesitant about the rules applying to female children, but had no problem applying these rules to the boys.  As a compromise it was agreed to exempt girls from the rules unless a hearing committee including their parents agreed to impose such measures.  The reasoning was that by far most discipline infractions were caused by boys and they should be the target of the new rules.

First, any boy from birth to fourteen whose parent felt they needed to be naked may be sent to school naked.  However, when this is done no protection from fondling or molesting would apply. Anything short of penile penetration or actions which might cause a permanent injury may take place.

Second, any boy who is forced to be nude must follow the direction of any female child, older or younger, so long as that direction will not result in permanent damage.  Failure to do so will result in said boy being spanked by the girl whose command was not followed.

The following new policies were to cover incidents of disrespect or defiance toward any adult at the school:

Classroom teachers have the right to have a boy strip naked for punishment in the classroom.  Punishment will include a hand to the bottom of any child in preschool, kindergarten and older will require the use of a leather strap to the bare bottom.  Teachers and principals may not be prosecuted for exercising this privilege.  Minor bruises and welts are not prosecutable.

Additionally, at the option of the classroom teacher, boys may be made to remain naked beyond the strapping.  Any child getting such an extension will be expected to return home nude and will not be given his clothing until a parent comes in for a conference.

Any parent with problems with these new policies will be free to seek schooling for their child elsewhere.  The only way to gain exemption from these rules was to teach your child to behave before he came to school.

Each of these items was front page in Sunday's paper.  The committee was going to bring these before the school board at a special meeting on July 27th at 9:00 p.m. in the high school auditorium.


The Board Meets

"Boys, get in the car," Terri was rushing to get there early.  She and Jerry would be on the stage as members of the committee.  The boys would be standing on either side of the stage in the standing position displaying their wares. Phillip had a spanking coming and they were going to demonstrate on stage.  Neither of the kids knew what was going to happen.

"Listen Leslie, you are getting to babysit for your sister as a trial.  Remember, Mrs. Thomas is home and if you have any problem or need advice you're to call her.  Daddy has his cell phone, but don't call unless you've talked to Mrs. Thomas and she tells you to.  Any questions?"

"No, Mom, where are you going?"  

"We're going to the high school for a meeting."

"A meeting about the boys?"

"Kind of.  Don't worry about it Leslie.  We'll talk when we get home."

Jerry tucked the vinyl strap into his wife's purse.  They took their nude charges and left for the meeting.

"Hey, Dad, where are we going?" Mark's curiosity was getting to him.

"We're going to a meeting at the high school. Your mother and I are on the discipline committee and we're going to meet Dr. Wilson there for the meeting."

"Are there going to be a lot of people there?"  Phillip was bracing for his embarrassment.

"I don't know," Jerry was half lying.  He knew it would be the most heavily attended meeting in years.  Those little penises would be waving to at least eight hundred citizens tonight.

"Geezzz, Dad the parking lot is full.  People are parking on the street.  Are we going to have to go in there like this?"

"Yes, Phillip you do.  And you will not cover yourself even for a minute.  You either Mark.  If you do, I will use the strap on you right then and there in front of all of them and then you'll be sporting a red bottom too.  Is that understood?"

Phillip began crying.  Mark just pouted.  It was evident they weren't liking it.  

"Jerry, they said there would be reserved spaces for committee members.  Ask this cop where they are."

"Officer, where is the committee member parking?"

The officer walked to the car.  Noticing the nude boys with legs spread and erect penises he said, "What's this, a head start?"

"No, they're a part of the presentation.  Where is the parking for the committee?"

Glancing at his clip board he said, "And you are?"

"Jerry and Terri O'Neill"

"Okay, sir you can pull up to the area by the auditorium. You'll see a roped off area marked for the committee members, go ahead and park there."

Jerry found a place and made the boys exit the car. Phillip's hands immediately began the downward movement as passersby looked, laughed, and made comments.  Remembering the penalty for such misbehavior he quickly placed them at his sides.  The two boys were paraded nude from the back door to the stage.  A hush fell over the massive crowd as they came down the isle with their little hard-ons swinging. Mumbling could be heard as they went. It was like someone had called the meeting to order. Both boys kept their eyes forward afraid to look at the crowd.  Their teachers were probably here and they could see all of them.

Phillip was placed on the left side of the stage in the standing position.  As he placed his hands on his head a spotlight was cast on his little penis.  It gradually opened to engulf his whole body.  Mark was placed on the right side of the stage.  Again a spotlight centered on his penis momentarily and was then opened to engulf his whole body. The spotlights were to keep their place the entire evening.

The meeting began with the pledge.  Both children instinctively covered their naked chests with their right hands as they recited the pledge.  The flag was right behind Mark so there he was standing in front of Old Glory in all of his glory.

The chairman called for a motion on the new rules.  It was given and the discussion began.  It was apparent the teachers' union was well represented.  Some of the testimony came from parents who were livid over the new rules.  They didn't feel children should be humiliated in such a way. Others argued the children could humiliate adults and have been doing so for years, it's time to turn it around.

The clincher was when Reverend Simpson came to the microphone and said, "I fear most of the complaining tonight has come from parents of many of the instigators of misbehavior and it is their desire to save their children from the punishment so fairly earned."  This infuriated one of the nay sayers in the second row. She looked like she was going to jump the minister, yelling her kid was not a trouble maker.  "If he's not, then this won't happen to him anyway.  So what's your point?"

Surprisingly, several parents stood up supporting the referendum.   In fact the support was close to four or five to one.  Discussion done, the measure was brought to a vote and it passed the board on a vote of six to one.  The teachers yelled, whistled and applauded, as did the parent who supported the measure.  The press was photographing Mark, probably because of his backdrop.  Odds were now they could publish his whole picture, penis and all, on the front page of tomorrow's paper.

"Before you leave, we have a demonstration of the new discipline policy.  Phillip here has earned a spanking for his misbehavior at home tonight and his parents felt a demonstration was in order."  The kid wanted to find a hole to crawl into.  The crowd hushed and returned to their seats to watch the administration of discipline.

Terri took the microphone and said, "My husband is holding a strap similar to the one teachers will be issued this Fall." Jerry held the strap up and showed the crowd to a round of applause. "He will now demonstrate how it is used effectively to straighten out a boy's attitude."

Taking Phillip by the arm he bent the child over the seat of a chair.  He asked one of the board members to hold the child's upper body.  SWWWWAAATT the strap landed squarely on Phillip's backside.  SWWWWWATTTT, again the strap hit home, making a white mark which quickly turned red.

"You'll notice he times them to about one every ten seconds. This is so the boy has time to feel the prior pain to the fullest."

SWWWWATT, Phillip was screaming in a high pitched wail, SWWWATTTT a blood curdling scream emanated from the youngster's mouth, SWWWWATTTTT again the boy tried violently to break free of the adults hold, SWWWWAAATTTTT the bottom was now a bright red and the child was becoming hoarse trying to cry.  SWWWAAATTTT the once cheering and jeering crowd was now hushed.  SWWWWWATTTT another hard swing met its home, the boy was beyond screaming, tears were flowing freely.

Jerry called it quits and the board member released the child.  As he rose to put his hand to his seat his mother cautioned, "No, Phillip, if you touch it you'll get six more."  He just stood there and pathetically cried.  The crowd was silent.

"If we don't exercise a certain amount of harshness early on, he will end up getting more spankings.  We feel the harsher the better.  The idea is to stop the bad behavior, the sooner the better. We normally wouldn't have waited to spank him, but because of the meeting we felt it would benefit the community in the long run.  We recommend, as does Dr. Wilson, that discipline be applied immediately. Phillip, now go to the corner."

The child went and stood in the corner with his hands on his head, legs spread and very red ass pointed toward the crowd. At that, the crowd sprang back to life and applauded, nodding in agreement. The teacher contingent was notably most enthusiastically supportive.

The end.

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Now that Dr. Wilson's and the O'Neill's program has spread to the schools and the community, authors are cordially invited by Sir Cum Sizemore and Nialos Leaning to write their version of a continuation or sequel to this story. These stories do not have to feature the characters from this story, they can focus on the experiences of others.  Submit your story to nialos@yahoo.com  with "Play a Little Sequel" as the subject line. Usual story Submission and Little Boys Shouldn't Be So Modest Story Festival Guidelines apply.