Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 11
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 11:  Recriminations and Reconciliations

Beth opened the front door, where Jesse was standing
uncertainly, looking at the porch flooring and kicking it
nervously, obviously agitated and unhappy.  "Good morning,"
she said, smiling at him.  "I understand you want to talk to
Tommy about something."

Jesse kicked the porch floorboards.  "We had a fight," he
said to the ground.  "I want to tell him it's all my fault
and I'm sorry."  

"Oh, we all know all about that," Beth said brightly.  

Jesse looked up, surprised.  "You know we had a fight?" he
said, his face draining of color.  "What did he tell you?" 

Beth didn't answer.  "It isn't what he told me, it's what he
did," she said enigmatically.  "You need to come in," she
added.  "You and I need to have a talk."  She guided the
small, slightly pudgy, brown-headed boy into the house by
the shoulder, shutting the door firmly behind him.  She led
him down the hall, opening the living room door.  "Tommy is
in here," she said brightly.  "But he can't talk to you now. 
And I'd prefer you not talk to him, either."  Beth indicated
the figure in the corner.  Jesse blinked in surprise.  Tommy
was standing facing the corner, his hands at his sides,
naked and sporting a deep pink glow on his bottom that Jesse
immediately recognized from seeing himself in the mirror and
from seeing Tommy's brother get punished as the results of a
fairly vigorous spanking.  At least, it looked like Tommy
from behind.  But Tommy never got spankings!

"We'll go into my room," Beth said.  "Karen, Dakota, you
come and join us.  Gabriel, you and Chad go clean up in the
kitchen and wait there until we come down.  Tommy, you keep
your face into the corner and keep your hands off your butt
and your genitals. I could peak in any time, you know."  She
led Jesse up the stairs and into her room, Karen and Dakota
following.  Pointing to her bed she said, "sit."  Looking
slightly apprehensive, Jesse sat.  "The first thing you need
to know is that we know everything.  And I mean everything. 
We know that you made a move on Tommy, and that he went
along with you for a while, and that when it started to get
serious he had second thoughts and stopped you when you
finally got your hands on the goods.  He got mad, stomped
off to the bathroom, and you chickened out and took the
opportunity of his departure to take a powder.  What you
don't know is what happened after you left.  Our little
cousin Gabriel had a nightmare and climbed into Tommy's bed
while he was off pouting and pretending he wasn't tempted by
your offer.  So my stupid little brother comes back
determined to teach you a lesson by jumping on you and
raping your little butt, but of course, ends up sticking his
little hard dink up his cousin's poop chute instead, and
proceeds to hump the daylights out of him until he squirts
his pathetic little dribble up Gabriel's butt, all the time
thinking it's you he's getting even with.  He finds out he's
poked the wrong tush, Gabriel screams bloody murder, and
Tommy boy has to choose between Mom finding out he's not a
sweet little angel she thinks he is and possibly going to
juvenile hall, or delivering himself to our tender clutches
for a week of punishment."  

She paused to take a breath.  Jesse's brow was furrowed as
he tried to take this all in.  "He thought Gabriel was me?" 
He asked.

"Exactly," Beth said. 

"And he wanted to do that to me?"  Jesse asked.  "Tommy
wanted to do sex stuff with me?"  He looked hopeful at the
thought.

"Well, it's not like you didn't ask him to," Karen said. 
"According to Chad, you offered Tommy both oral and anal
favors before he stomped off in a snit."

Jesse blushed, his whole face turning bright red.  Dakota
was looking at him with interest.  He looked down at the
floor.

"Look, we girls don't care how you boys get your rocks off,
as long as you're not trying to do it with us.  It makes you
sound a little queer, I'll admit, but if you wanted Tommy's
dink up your butt or in your mouth, it's nothing to me.  Nor
is it anything to me if he wanted to get your rocks off in
return.  But this wasn't about sharing sex with you.  Tommy
wanted to hurt you, he wanted to hurt you bad.  He wanted to
rip your little butt hole with his cock because he was mad. 
He wanted you to bleed!  He wanted it to hurt so bad you'd
never want to do it again.  He ended up doing it to Gabriel,
but he wanted to do it to you.  Doesn't that make you mad?
Don't you want to get him back?" Beth asked.

"I don't know," Jesse said. 

"Of course you do," Beth said.  "He wanted to hurt you! And
the only reason he wanted to hurt you is because he's just
like you!  He'd love to play you suck mine and I'll suck
yours.  Just as much as you!  But instead of admitting it
like a decent friend, he attacks you.  Only it wasn't you. 
Don't you think he ought to be punished for wanting to hurt
you?  Don't you think you need to teach him a lesson?" Beth
urged.

"What do you mean?"  Jesse said, looking puzzled.

"I mean, that you have to help us punish Tommy.  You have to
make him understand that you're angry with him for leading
you on and blaming you when you took it farther.  You have
to make him accept the fact that he's just as attracted to
you is you are to him.  You have to make him quit dominating
you, and treat you like in equal.  You have to hurt him
until he realizes how much he hurt you, and freely
apologizes," Beth said.

"But, but Tommy is my friend!"  Jesse responded.  "I don't
want to hurt him!"

"The trouble is, Beth, that he's a bottom," Karen
interjected.  "He likes to be dominated, it's part of why he
likes Tommy to start with.  He'd rather suck than be sucked,
and he'd rather take it up the butt than give it."  She
looked at Jesse.  "Tommy hurts you all the time, doesn't
he?"

Jesse looked at the floor again.  "I don't know," he
muttered.

"Well, think about it," Karen insisted.  "Doesn't he smack
you hard on the back a lot?  Doesn't he tackle you and
tickle you when you're yelling for him to stop?  Because I
could swear I saw him doing that just last week when I was
here.  In fact, I could swear I saw him poke you in the
crotch and laugh when you doubled over."

"We were just playing," Jesse muttered, but he sounded less
confident.

"It looks to me like Tommy hurts you all the time, and you
let him do it," Karen said.  "You'd be happy to Tommy oral
sex and never get it yourself, wouldn't you?  You'd go home,
then, and mentally relieve doing it to him and pleasure
yourself rather than expect him to reciprocate."

"What?" Jesse said, obviously puzzled.  "I don't get it. 
What's reprisicate?' 

"Never mind," Beth said.  "I don't care if you don't mind it
if Tommy squashes your baby balls under his boots.   We need
you to do this."

"Do what?"  Jesse asked.

"Here's the plan.  You and Chad and Gabriel are going take
Tommy to his room for a punishment session, and you're going
to join them in Tommy's punishment.  You guys going to spank
him, and paddle him, and pull his little balls, and
generally make his life miserable.  You're going to do
whatever Gabriel wants you to do to Tommy.  Let him find out
what it feels like to be dominated for a change.  Who knows,
maybe he'll like it!"  Beth finished.

Jesse looked at them with round eyes.  "I can't do that," he
said.  "I couldn't hurt Tommy!"

"Why not?  He wanted to hurt you!"  Beth snapped.

"He didn't really want to hurt me," Jesse said.  "I mean, I
mean I told him he could -- if he wanted to -- I told them
he could."

"You invited Tommy to do something pleasurable and gentle to
you," Karen commented.  "You trusted him.  That's not the
same thing as asking him to hurt you."

"It would be okay if it hurt me a little bit," Jesse said. 
"And Tommy wouldn't have hurt me a lot.  He's my friend.  He
likes me."  When.

"Have you listened to anything I said?" Beth asked.  "Do
those rose colored glasses you look through ever come off? 
You might be loyal to Tommy, but he's not nice, and he's not
loyal or friendly to you in return.  He just takes advantage
of your forgiving nature!  It's time you stood up to him and
demanded he act decently!  You do what we tell you, and
there's a chance we'll make a decent human being out of
Tommy.  But we've got to do it now, before his attitude
hardens further.  And you're an important part of it." 

"I can't do it," Jesse said simply.  "I won't hurt Tommy, I
won't force him to do anything."

"Yes, you will," Beth said.  "Or I'll have to make a call to
your mother!  I bet she'd be interested to know that her
sweet little son has a crush on his best friend and got in a
fight with him last night, because it tried to do the nasty
and was rejected.  I'll bet your mom would really like to
hear that!  What mother doesn't want to her that her son
wants his best friend to butt fuck him?  I bet she'd insist
you never see Tommy again!  Think about it -- no more
sleepovers, no more hanging out with other boys, she'd
probably make you into some sort of study nerd!  And what's
she going to think of you when she finds out what's going on
in that little round head of yours?"

Jesse looked at her pleadingly.  Did she have to announce
this stuff around all these girls?  "You wouldn't tell my
mom!" he said.  "Please?"

"Not if you do as I say," Beth said.  "You agree to do
everything I say until Friday, and I'll agree that your
mother never hears a word about this. But you have to be
convincing!  You have to convince Tommy you really are mad
at him and want to punish him.  When you spank him, it has
to hurt.  When you squeeze his balls, you have to really
squeeze.  You have to do everything that Gabriel and Chad
do.  And Tommy has to think you're really mad!  If you
don't, I tell your mom everything! And you have to do one
more thing."

Jesse looked like a trapped animal.  "What?" he asked
suspiciously. 

"You have to show your private parts to Dakota.  She hasn't
seen a lot of naked boys and needs more experience.  So you
have to take your pants and underpants down right now and
let her look at your little boy parts and your fat little
butt.  Just for a minute.  Just so she can see what you look
like under your pants.  Then you can pull them back up again
and no one will be the wiser.  We won't tell anybody, will
we, guys?"

Jesse was mortified.  Which was worse, his mother knowing
what he'd wanted to do to Tommy, or doing this?  He wasn't
modest around boys, because they had more or less the same
stuff he did.  But girls were another matter.  What to do,
what to do.  There didn't appear any way to keep his mother
from finding out except doing what Beth said.  He looked
pleadingly at Karen, who shrugged helplessly.  "Just shut
your eyes and do it," she advised.  "It will be easier that
way.  And if it helps, we're not going to make fun of you –
Dakota and I think you're cute."  Jesse looked from one girl
to the other.

"Really," Dakota said, speaking for the first time.  "I just
want to see all of you.  Please?"

Jesse considered the options.  This was so embarrassing! 
Finally he slumped in submission.  "Okay, you can see me, I
guess.  As long as you don't tell my mom or anyone else."

He stood up and squeezed his eyes shut tightly, stealing
himself.  Slowly, he lowered his pants and underpants
together, tugging his clothing down and leaving them at his
knees, then standing with his arms at his sides, feeling
vulnerable despite having his eyes shut.  He could almost
feel female stares boring into his most private parts, but
he kept his eyes tightly shut.  He could almost imagine he
was alone, the room was so quiet.  He really couldn't hear
anything over his pounding heart.  Dakota settled on the bed
in front of Jesse's exposed genitalia and examined his body
avidly.  Karen gave him a quick once-over from across the
room, cataloging his parts and the dismissing them as too
immature for her tastes.  Give me a big, hairy dick and
balls the size of golfballs any day, she thought to herself. 
This one had potential, though – in a few years he might be
worth reconsidering.

Beth found her own heart accelerating  as she leaned in to
examine Jesse herself.  It wasn't his genitals that had her
heart racing – they were rather ordinary.  No, what got Beth
going was the feeling of power she felt whenever she forced
a little boy to undress, especially when he was as reluctant
as this one was.  Had Jesse been one of those boys who
cheerfully and voluntarily stripped off his pants and
flashed her, she'd have had little interest at all in his
stuff.  No, it was catching a boy when he thought he wasn't
being observed and didn't want to be seen that excited Beth. 
Walking into the bathroom when they were naked in the shower
or tub, acting like she'd entered accidentally and watching
the panic on their faces when they realized she was seeing
everything.  Catching them changing in their bedrooms, with
their little butts exposed and their little dinks hanging
out.  Even better, catching them masturbating, or just with
a raging erection, and seeing the shame on their faces when
they realized she'd seen, and feeling she could guess what
they'd been thinking.  The exciting part was the fact that
Jesse did not want her to see him, but that he had to let
her anyway.  She'd forced him to do it against his will. 
She felt powerful and dominating, and she liked that
feeling.  

Beth lifted the digital camera that had sat unnoticed on her
dresser and snapped a quick, silent picture of Jesse, being
careful not to catch any of them in the photo with him, then
setting the camera down again in case his eyes opened
prematurely.  Her plan was going well.  Dakota, her dark
eyes shining, was examining Jesse's boy equipment closely. 
Despite Beth's claim to Jesse, she'd actually seen quite a
number of boys with their pants down or off, but she never
tired of looking at them.  They all had the same basic
equipment, but that equipment varied in a fascinating and
never-ending number of ways.   Jesse himself was an
interesting set of contradictions in appearance.  He was a
bit pudgy and still had a prepubertal layer of fat rounding
his hips and padding his groin, yet his scrotum hung loosely
away from his body and his balls were large enough to make
the sides swell outward at the bottom rather than being the
snug little bag of younger boys.  He was completely hairless
everywhere, without even the few downy hairs that boys
generally sprout at the beginning of puberty.  His scrotum
was a deep pink in color, and his penis was circumcised and
nicely symmetrical and it hung limply down in his
embarrassment.  It had to be a respectable length erect,
because it was still visible even with the padding in his
pubis.  It wasn't quite as large as her cousin Tommy's had
been when she'd seen it that morning, but it was respectably
bigger than her little brother's immature little peanut. 
She'd seen with her own eyes that her cousin was capable of
squirting a few drops when he came, and she wondered if this
boy could wet cum as well, despite his lack of hair.  She
looked up a Beth.  "Can I touch it?" she asked.

Jesse had almost convinced himself that he was alone in the
room up to this point, but that spell snapped instantly. 
"No!" he said, his eyes snapping open in an instant. He
reached to pull his pants up again, backing away from
Dakota's reaching hand.  

Time to up the ante, Beth thought.  "Have you decided you
want me to call your mom?" Beth asked sweetly.

Jesse gaped at her, his pants pulled up in front, covering
most of his genitals, but caught on the lower curve of his
butt in back so it was still fully exposed.  "I'll let you
have a choice," Beth said.  "You can let her touch you, or
you can show her your back side."  There, that'd give him
something to think about!

"Show her my backside?" Jesse asked, still trying to tug his
pants up but unwilling to let go of the front to reach
around and pull up the back.

"Yeah, show her your back side.  Bend over the bed and
spread your butt apart and let her look at you from that
side.  Or let her touch your little weenie.  It's up to
you,"  eth said carelessly.  Actually, she herself didn't
care which he chose.  Both would be acutely embarrassing for
a young boy like this one, and that was all that mattered. 
Although it might be kind of fun to see how big his penis
would get if he chose the latter option.

Jesse stiffened, looking from one female to the other, torn
with indecision.  He finally decided to bend over the bed. 
After all, girls had butts, too, so that wasn't as bad as
letting a girl touch his weenie!  Heck, it might get hard!

Shuffling forward,  Jesse awkwardly lowered himself over the
side of the bed, settling down until his plump little white
butt was neatly bent with his feet touching the floor.  He
buried his face in the mattress, shutting his eyes tightly
again.

"Remember what I said!" Beth snapped.  "You have to reach
behind you with both hands and spread your butt apart.".   

Trembling and wondering if he'd made the wrong choice, Jesse
complied, spreading his plump butt apart and displaying his
tightly pursed butt hole.  It was funny, he thought.  He
didn't mind at all exhibiting his naked body to other boys. 
He'd stripped in front of Chad and Tommy and even those two
little red-headed kids last month without a thought, because
they were boys, too, and had the same stuff he did.  He took
everything off in the changing room at the municipal pool
all the time (and was somewhat disappointed that Tommy
always seemed to have something covering his body when he
changed).  He'd bent over to make Chad kiss his butt hole
without any modesty at all.  But these were girls!  Looking
at his most private parts!  It wasn't right!

Being in this position reminded Jesse of another
embarrassing memory from just a few months ago.  It had all
started with a case of constipation caused by Jesse's uneven
diet, resulting in a bowel movement so hard and compacted
that when he'd finally forced it out it he'd literally
squealed in pain, and had stood half crouched in the
bathroom shuddering for some time until the pain subsided to
manageable levels.  He'd also bled a bit afterward into his
underpants despite wiping himself repeatedly, a fact that
escaped his notice but not the sharp eyes of his mother, who
also spotted blood on a second pair of underpants the next
day when the anal tear had reopened.  Without saying
anything to Jesse she'd made him a doctor appointment, so
that it came as an unpleasant surprise when she brought him
to the doctor's office after school for what she told him
was "a checkup."  He hadn't suspected anything was unusual
about the visit until he and his mother were ushered into
the small examination room, and the young nurse's assistant,
a pretty 8th grader who was part of a supplemental medical
study program at a local middle school, had handed him a
skimpy paper gown and commented, "Of course with a problem
like this he'll have to take everything off for the doctor." 


She had left the room and shut the door.  "What did she mean
by that?" Jesse had asked his mother, but she'd just shushed
him and began removing his shoes and socks, then pulled his
shirt over his head.  He repeated his question again, but
his mother didn't answer, merely pulling his pants down and
making him step out of them, leaving him in his underwear. 
In the past Jesse had kept his underpants on for exams, with
the elderly male pediatrician merely pulling the front down
briefly to press his fingertips next to Jesse's scrotum
while telling him to "turn your head and cough, young man."
He'd always found the procedure just a bit too intimate, but
the old doctor's matter-of fact touch and the swiftness of
the procedure had made it bearable.  This time, though, 
following the nurse's instructions his mother had calmly
removed Jesse's underpants, leaving him standing naked in
the small room.  She was turning to put them on the clothes
pile when the door opened and a young woman came in wearing
a white coat and a stethoscope around her neck.  

"I'm Dr. Gloss," she'd said, as Jesse let out a squawk and
clapped both his hands over his genitals.  He backed into
the opposite corner of the office.

"Oh, hi!" Jesse's mother had said.  "I'm Jesse's mother.  I
guess we haven't been in since Dr. Whitsett retired.  Jesse,
come out of the corner and say hello to your new doctor."

"But I'm naked!"  Jesse had said, still clutching his
genitals.  "I need that paper thing!"

"I can come back in a minute when you're ready," Dr. Gloss
had said, starting to turn toward the door.

"Nonsense," Jesse's mother had said.  "He's so physically
immature he doesn't really need a robe.  He hasn't got
anything you haven't seen in other boys.  Jesse, get your
little fanny over here right now and let the doctor examine
you!"  When he had hesitated, his mother had added, "Or do I
have to get Mr. Slappy out?"

Jesse had shuffled over, his hands still clapped over his
crotch, and stood next to his mother as ordered.  He had no
desire for his mother to get out Mr. Slappy, the name she'd
applied to the long thin plastic bowl scraper she had
carried with her from when he'd been a little boy in case he
needed a seat of the pants paddling in public.  Dr. Gloss
and proceeded to examine his eyes and ears, had looked in
his throat, and had listened to his heart and his breathing. 
Then she'd said the words that had made Jesse's blood run
cold.  "Okay, sport.  Time to get up on the table so we can
have a look at your dangler and his two friends and check
out the problem with your little pooper!"

Look at his dangler and his two friends?  Jesse had thought
fearfully.  Check out his pooper?  "Mooooom!" he'd begged.  

"Now stop that nonsense, Jesse Ericson!  She's a doctor!"

"But she's a girl!!!" Jesse had complained.  He had another
reason for his reluctance by that point.  The Doctor's
gentle handling of his body and the contact of his hands
clasped over his genitals had given him a major stiffy. 
He'd had to shift his palms so that his penis could find a
more comfortable position against his groin while she'd been
listening to his lungs.  The last thing he wanted was to
uncover himself.

But Mrs. Ericson wasn't having any of that.  "I'm counting
to 5," she'd said.  "And by then you'd better be on your
back on the table, or Mr. Slappy is going to do his dance
all over your hind end."

Whimpering, Jesse had backed up to the table and edged up on
it, stretching out flat with his hands still over his
crotch.  The doctor, meanwhile, was attaching some metal
rods on the table above his legs.  She firmly took Jesse's
legs and raised them, one at a time, onto little platforms
on each rod, attaching a Velcro strip around each ankle as
she did, so his legs were spread widely apart and high in
the air.  Realizing his butt was now spread apart and his
butt hole visible from the end of the table, Jesse shifted
one of his hands down and spread it flat to cover his butt,
while still trying to cover his erect penis and scrotum with
the other.  

"You'll have to move your hands, now, sweetie," Dr. Gloss
commanded.  "Besides, you should touch your little pooper
like that – it isn't hygienic."  Jesse kept his hands
clamped firmly in place.

"Move your hands, Jesse," his mother prompted.  "The doctor
needs to look at your little bleeding problem."  Jesse kept
his hands firmly in place.  Dr. Gloss shrugged, then turned
and stuck her head out the door.  

"Linda, Alyssia!" she called down the hall.  "A little help
here!"

In moments, the door opened and the 8th grader who'd ushered
them in popped in, followed by a slightly younger looking
blonde girl with beautiful blue eyes.  Jesse gripped his
genitals more tightly.

"We're going to have to restrain this one so I can examine
him," Dr. Gloss said, while Jesse's mother looked on
disapprovingly.  "Each of you take an arm and pull them up
by his head, and I'll bind them down."

Jesse struggled, but the girls were too strong for him, and
his hands were pulled up by his head, where the doctor had
more Velcro strips to tie them to bars along the edge of the
examination table.  In seconds, his genital region was
uncovered, his hard little penis was visible to all four
females in the room, the shaft curved so sharply that the
tip touched his groin, the pee tube running down the bottom
side bulging prominently due to the hardness of his organ. 
His balls, larger than one would suspect by looking at his
pudgy frame, sagged down between his spread legs, his butt
hole a dark pink eye wide open underneath, the still healing
tear a visible scab.  

"Better stay here in case I need you two," Dr. Gloss had
commented.  The two girls had stood by the foot of the
examination table, their eyes glued on Jesse's genitals.  He
struggled with his bonds, only to find that he couldn't move
anything but his head and upper body.  The doctor had leaned
over his genital region, lifting his penis in her gloved
hand and squeezing it, testing its hardness.  "An erection
like this is not at all uncommon in these young boys when
they're examined," she'd said dispassionately to the
attending high school girls.  "In these little boys, it
isn't always due to sexual excitement, like it would be in
an older boy.  Little boys like this may become erect just
from the feeling of the open air on their genitals, or from
a need to urinate or defecate."

"He isn't going to go right here, is he?" one of the girls
said with a bit of a giggle in her voice.

"I doubt it," Dr. Gloss said. "With a boy like this who's
just at the beginning of puberty it often takes nothing more
than just the feeling of the open air on his genitals to
cause an erection."  The girls nodded, Jesse blushed, and
the doctor shifted her hand to slide it along the topside of
his penis where it touched his lower torso.  "Notice that
this boy's penis is quite curved.  A lot of boys have
straighter penises than this.  It does seem quite pleasingly
symmetrical, however.  Note, also, the boy's total lack of
body hair.  Yet if you'll look here, under his penis, you'll
see his scrotum has lost that little boy look you girls saw
in the 7-year-old we examined earlier.  It's sagged away
from the body and has a much darker color than the rest of
his skin, and the testes inside it are bigger than that
younger boy's.  He should be sprouting his first downy pubic
hairs in just a few months."  She flicked his penis upward
against his straining erection until it pointed straight
out, squeezing the tip and watching the pee slit open and
close as she did.  "Yes, indeed, quite a pleasing
appearance," she said almost to herself.  

She turned to face Jesse, who was wishing he could die right
about then.  "Have you started having wet orgasms yet?" she
asked.

"What?" Jesse said.  

"When you play with your penis, young man, does anything
come out of it?"

Jesse looked pleadingly at his mother.  "Answer her, Jesse
Ericson!  You've already earned yourself a date with Mr.
Slappy as soon as you're done with your contrary behavior! 
Imagine, a son of mine having to be tied down to be examined
by the doctor!  Do you want it to be worse?" his mother
answered.

"No!" Jesse said pleadingly.  

"So do you have wet orgasms?" Dr. Gloss asked, stroking his
penis gently and observing the swelling of the tip as she
did and Jesse's involuntary hip contractions.  

"I don't think so," Jesse said uncertainly.  

"Well, if you did, you'd know," the doctor had replied. 
She'd let go of him then, to his combination relief and
disappointment, moving her attention to his wide open anus. 
"I understand you've been bleeding from here recently," she
said.  "Have you stuck something into your anus recently?"

Jesse blushed from his head all the way down his chest. 
"What?" he said.

"These young boys sometimes stick things in their anuses
while experimenting sexually," Dr. Gloss said.  "It's not at
all uncommon for them to hurt themselves by inserting
something too big or something too rough.  So what have you
been sticking in your bottom young man?"

Jesse looked at her, aghast.  The two high school students
were smirking, their eyes shifting from his butt hole to his
face.  "Nothing!  I swear!  Nothing!" Jesse protested.  

Dr. Gloss raised her eyebrows, then leaned over, greasing a
gloved finger and poking it in the center of his anus. 
"Look here, girls, how there is a scab here on this side
where tearing has occurred.  That's where the bleeding is
coming from."

The two girls leaned in, staring at Jesse's butt hole. 
"Oooooooh, I see it!  That black scabby thing!" The blond
girl said.  "It looks pretty big!"

"It's going to leave a permanent scar," Dr. Gloss agreed. 
"He'll have a big raised bump there after he heals, probably
for the rest of his life.  But no matter – who's going to
see it?"  She smiled at her own comment.

"I didn't do it spanking him, did I?" Jesse's mother had
said, sounding a bit worried.

"Oh, no!" Dr. Gloss had replied.  "Not unless you were
whipping him with a switch that was too thin with his legs
spread – then you might have caused an injury like this. 
But if you use your hand or a paddle, or whip him with his
buttocks closed, you can't hurt him like this.

"Oh, thank goodness.  I won't want to have to give up
spanking Jesse!  He's a bit rambunctious, I'm afraid, and
sometimes a good spanking is the only way to make him
behave," Jesse's mother had replied.  Jesse's ears had
burned as the two girls had grinned mockingly at him.  He
wondered if he'd ever meet them again at a mall or
somewhere, and if it was possible to die of embarrassment.

"Actually there are really only two things that are likely
to have caused this injury.   Either this little boy is
lying about putting things in his anus, or he's had rectal
tearing due to constipation."  She fixed her gaze on Jesse's
blushing face again.  "Have you had a particularly hard,
painful bowel movement lately, young man?" she'd asked.  

Jesse, so embarrassed he found it hard to speak, nodded
seriously.  They were talking about his pooping problems
just like it was an everyday conversation!  In front of
these girls barely older than himself!

"Well, it doesn't look too serious," Dr. Gloss had said. 
"He needs to make sure he eats fruits and vegetables every
day to keep his system moving along nicely.  This problem is
easy to deal with.  You'll just have to treat him twice a
day and before each bowel movement with this antibiotic
cream."  She'd squirted thick, greasy gunk from a tube onto
her finger, and then had rubbed it over the entire surface
of Jesse's anus, finishing by pushing her finger into his
butt up to the first joint and then rotating it.  His hard,
sharply curving penis had jumped repeatedly as she did so,
causing both watching girls to giggle.  She'd then handed
the tube to Jesse's mother and had turned to face him.

"Now remember, young man, don't put sharp things or things
that are wider than about an inch or longer than about 4
inches in your bottom!  I'd say don't put anything in your
bottom, but I know how you young boys are and I see no need
to spoil your randy little games.  Fingers or other finger-
like body parts…"  Here she'd paused and given Jesse a
significant wink, "…are okay as long as you aren't too rough
with them.  And as long as you use some sort of lubrication,
like baby oil, lotion, or the like.  And as long as you stop
if there's any sign of bleeding."   She'd yanked the Velcro
straps off his hands and feet, lifting his legs down and
helping him stand up.  Jesse had an impulse to cover his
still hard penis, but at a glance at his frowning mother
decided he'd best not.  He mentally willed the girls to go
away.

That hope had also been dashed quickly, as the doctor had
turned him around and made him go face down across the
table, with his bottom bent over the side.  "Might as well
get an accurate temperature reading while we're here and
it's convenient," the doctor had said. The older girl went
to the far side of the table and took Jesse's hands in hers,
keeping him from reaching back impulsively, and in moments
Jesse had felt his butt being parted and the greasy feeling
of a glass thermometer being shoved up in his butt hole. 
"Hold this for a minute," she'd said to the blond girl,
whose hand had immediately taken the doctor's place against
his butt crack, keeping the thermometer in place.  Jesse
swore he could feel each individual finger as she gripped
his butt lightly.  "I'll be back and check it in a minute,
and then you folks can be on your way," Dr. Gloss had added,
slipping out of the room.

Jesse had lain there looking at the floor, still embarrassed
to the tips of his toes.  After an eternity Dr. Gloss had
returned, removed the thermometer from his butt, examined it
and made a note in his chart.  "I brought him a suppository,
also," she said.  "We'll insert it now, and then he'll be
ready to go when he gets home."  To his shame, Jesse felt
his butt cheeks being parted again as the older girl
continued to hold his hands firmly.  "It's time you gave
inserting one of these a try," Dr. Gloss said to the blond
girl.  "You're finger is smaller than mine, anyway, and
won't run as much chance hurting him further."

Jesse stiffened as he felt the greasy pill's tip pushed
against his now well-lotioned butt hole, then slide in,
followed by a the girl's dainty finger sliding in and in and
in until he felt her remaining knuckles against this butt
crack.  "That's good," Dr. Gloss had remarked, "push it all
the way in."  The girl's gloved finger had then withdrawn,
leaving the suppository behind.

"Okay, you can get dressed now," Dr. Gloss had said.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to hold off on that a minute,"
Jesse's mother had said, standing up.  "And I'd appreciate
it if you girls can stay a minute, and if you would keep
holding my son's hands."  She withdrew her hand from her
purse, showing Dr. Gloss the flat kitchen scraper that Jesse
had felt on his bottom many times before, but never when he
was bare bottomed.  "You see, this is what I paddle him with
when I don't use my bare hand," Jesse's mother had
commented.  "You don't think this would make his problem
worse, do you, Doctor Gloss?"

"Not at all," Dr. Gloss had said, while at the same time
Jesse had wailed, "Nooooooooo!"  The paddling that had
followed had been brief, only about 10 blows on his naked
bottom, but it had burned worse than any Jesse had
remembered, and the two giggling girls and the approving
doctor watching did not make it any easier.  Nor was it easy
10 minutes later when he'd had to walk, flushed and sore
bottomed, past a waiting room full of snickering children
and grinning adults, all of whom had heard the loud smacks
of a boy's bare butt being paddled and the begging of said
boy pleading for his mother to stop.  Jesse had been in the
same position for that paddling that Beth had him in right
now, and the embarrassment of that moment still overwhelmed
him, weeks later.  His butt hole had healed, although, as
the doctor had suggested, a scar remained marring the even
surface of wrinkles, a fact he had verified by looking at
his butt in the bathroom mirror from between his spread
legs.  It was that scar that caught Beth's attention as she
snapped her second picture, but she was gratified that the
boy's butt was also smooth and hairless and not terribly
unsightly.  Examining it more closely after taking her shot,
she discovered it was also impeccably clean, foreclosing the
possibility of shaming him further by commenting on his lack
of hygiene before letting him go, an activity she'd always
deeply enjoyed.  Jesse's little butt hole peeked out shyly
from between his slightly chubby buns, a deep pink color
matching his scrotum, the scar on one side marring its
symmetry.  It gave an involuntary twitch every few seconds,
betraying the youngster's discomfort.  Dakota give it a
cursory glance, not much interested in this side of boys. 
She was somewhat intrigued by the smooth simplicity of boy's
anal areas, without the complicated genital opening that
girls sported from that angle.  "Okay, you can get up and
pull up your pants – we've gotten the pictures," Beth
finally said.  

Pictures?  Jesse's head popped up, his eyes wide open,
snatching his pants and covering himself as quickly as
possible.  Beth was holding the digital camera in one hand. 
"Insurance," she said. "In case you decide not to go through
with it."  She turned the camera around so that Jesse could
see the display.  "Look how cute your little dork looks in
this one!"  Jesse snatched for the camera, but Beth pulled
it away.  "Just remember that if you don't do what you're
supposed to, I could send these pictures to anyone.  An-y-
one!  So you just go down and wait in the hall, like a good
little boy, while I have a little talk with the other two
boys," she said.  "And remember what I said, you have to do
everything to Tommy that the other two boys do!"

In the hall, Beth left Jesse in Karen and Dakota's tender
hands, looking betrayed and yet embarrassed at the same
time.  She walked into the kitchen where Gabriel and Chad
were just wiping the table with towels.  "Listen up," she
said.  "Here's what we're going to do.  You two boys and
Jesse are going to take Tommy up to your room and punish him
until it's lunch time – I figure that will be around 1.  I'm
leaving it up to Gabriel how you punish him – Jesse has
agreed that he'll do whatever you guys do."

"Jesse agreed to punish Tommy?" Chad asked, surprised.  "Me-
too Jesse?  Jesse who always plays whatever Tommy wants to
play and does what Tommy wants to do?"

"Yeah, that Jesse," Beth said.  "He got really mad when he
heard what Tommy was going to do to him, and he wants his
revenge."  

Something about this didn't strike Chad as quite right. 
He'd seen Tommy get too rough with the smaller, weaker Jesse
many times when they were playing or wrestling in the past
and genuinely hurt him, yet Jesse had always told Tommy that
he wasn't hurt and that his injury had been his fault.  Why,
not more than a couple of months ago, Tommy had elbowed
Jesse out of the way and caught him in the face, and Jesse
had split his lip and cut the inside of his mouth and bled
like a stuck pig, yet he'd agreed with Tommy when he'd said
it had been his fault for having his head in the way of
Tommy's elbow.  Chad had a sneaking suspicion that if
Tommy's plan had worked out the way he had planned it and it
had been Jesse's in the bed, Jesse would have ended up
apologizing for bleeding on Tommy.  But it didn't pay to
question Beth, especially when she was in charge and when,
like now, she had the upper hand on all of them.

"Don't you want revenge on Tommy, too, after all the things
he did to you when you were being punished?" Beth prodded. 
"I bet you're just itching to make him do all the things he
made you do to him."

Chad thought about it.  "No," he finally said, somewhat
surprising himself.   The desire for revenge just wasn't
there.  "I don't really want to," he said.  "Tommy's mean. 
He wasn't just punishing me because I deserved it, he was
getting a kick out of it.  I don't feel that way."

"Then do it because if you don't we have to tell Mom and he
goes to juvie," Beth snapped.  "Or do it because if you
don't, I'll paddle your little butt in the front yard and
then put you on a leash and make you go poop on the curb
like a dog.  I'll just tell Mom you deserved it and she'll
never say a thing.  So take your choice – who gets punished
– you or Tommy?"

She'd do it, Chad thought.  She'd do it, and then she'd tell
Mom that he'd deserved it, and his Mom would probably have
her do it the rest of the week for good measure.  "Fine,
I'll do whatever Gabriel does," he snapped.  "But I don't
have to like it!"

"And yet, I bet you will," Beth said smugly.

Gabriel's eyes were shining.  Now there was a boy who wanted
revenge, no question about it.  "Can we do anything we want
to him?  Anything at all?"

"Of course not, you little weasel," Beth replied.  "No
paddling him more than a stroke or two to keep him in line,
for starters.  And if he does need a whack or two to keep
him in line, I want Chad or Jesse to do it, not you.  I
don't want him to know what it feels like from you until his
formal paddling.  I want how much that paddling hurts to be
a surprise.  There's a world of difference between being
whacked once or twice with a paddle and a formal paddling
where it goes on and on and just keeps getting more and more
painful – just ask Chad."

Gabriel looked expectantly at Chad.  Chad sighed.  Did Beth
have to keep reminding him of his punishments at the hand of
teacher and family?  At Beth's warning glare, he realized he
had to respond.  "That's true," he said.  "Even one whack
with the paddle hurts, but it's lots worse when you get a
whole bunch and it just doesn't stop."  He looked at Beth. 
"But you wouldn't know, would you?" he said bitterly.

"I've seen you dance at the end of a paddle enough to get
the idea," Beth snapped back.  "Anyway, back to what you
little scrotes can do.  You can spank him, but no more than
25 spanks at a time, and only using your hands.  What else
did Mom say Tommy could do to you when she sent you two
upstairs together before your paddling, Chad?" Beth asked.

Chad blushed.  He hated references to the long, embarrassing
bare-butt paddling he'd been given by his family and the
Mortons several weeks back.  He tried to think what Mom had
said then.  "Only bare hand spanking, only finger-flicking
or gentle squeezing of his balls, use different punishments,
don't just spank him all the time, and don't put anything up
his butt much bigger than a thumb," he recited.  He
remembered Mom's instructions to Tommy all too well.

"Okay, then," Beth said.  "Anything Gabriel wants to do
that's within those guidelines is fine.  But whatever he
does, you and Jesse have to do to Tommy as well, or you two
will face the consequences as well.  Now go collect Jesse
and your brother and get to work on him.  I'd better see
evidence he's been thoroughly humiliated and punished when I
call you down for lunch, or I'll paddle the lot of you
myself."  

Gabriel looked at Chad, who shrugged and walked out to the
hall, where they collected Jesse.  "Beth was telling the
truth?" Chad asked Jesse under his breath, so Beth wouldn't
hear.  "You really want to punish Tommy?"

Jesse looked at the ground and bit his lip, then looked up
again and nodded.  Chad interpreted his look of distress at
being trapped into punishing his best friend as
determination, so he nodded back and led Jesse and Gabriel
into the living room.  Tommy was standing in the corner
leaning his head against the wall, still looking miserable.

"Come on, Tommy," Chad said.  "Beth says you need to come
upstairs with us for punishment between now and lunchtime."  

"Punishment!"  Tommy groaned.  He turned from the corner and
then froze when he saw Jesse was with them.   He half turned
to hide his genitals and gave Jesse a dark look over his
shoulder.

"Why's he here?" Tommy demanded.  "He should go home – this
is all his fault, anyway!"

"Tommy…" Jesse began.

"Go home!" Tommy snapped.  "I'm not your friend any more!  I
don't want to see you ever again!  Go home!"

Jesse's face drained of color and a tear pooled in the
corner of one eye before slowly drifting down one cheek.  He
reached up and impatiently wiped it away.  "No." he said
simply.  "No.  I'm not quitting on you, and I'm not letting
you drive me away.  This isn't my fault, and I'm still your
friend even if you don't admit it."

"I suppose you want to hurt me, too!" Tommy said bitterly. 
"You're mad 'cause I won't play your gay games with you, and
you want to get even, and you think this is your chance!"

For the first time that Chad could ever remember, cheerful,
easygoing Jesse's face flashed with anger.  Color rose in
his cheeks and his countenance darkened.  "Is that what you
think?  Is that what you think, Tommy Henson?  Well, then, I
don't care!  I'm not leaving!  I'm going to your room with
your brother and your cousin, and I'm going to help them
punish you, and I'm going enjoy it!  Whatever they do, I'm
going to it more and harder!  And then, maybe we won't be
friends after all!"  He turned and rushed out of the room,
his feet making distant clomping noises, followed by running
steps down the upstairs hall and then the distant slam of
Chad's and Tommy's bedroom door.  Tommy gazed hotly at the
door he'd passed through.

"Tommy,…" Chad ventured.

"You hate me too, don't you!  You all hate me! You're just
itching to get your hands on me and make me suck your baby
cock and put your fingers up my butt and flick my balls and
do all the stuff that I did to you, aren't you!  And you
know I can't do anything about it or Beth will tell Mom on
me!  You're jealous because Mom likes me better and my dick
is bigger than yours and I don't get in trouble in school
all the time like you do!  All you want to do is hurt me!"

Chad thought for a moment, his mind seething with feelings,
visions of Jesse's distraught face as he fled dominating his
thinking.  "Actually, Tommy, I didn't want to hurt you at
all.  What you did to me, well, I deserved a lot of that. 
And I've forgiven the parts I didn't deserve.  But I believe
I do want to hurt you now.  And I'm pretty sure that by
shooting off your big mouth you've made Jesse want to hurt
you even worse."  He glanced at Gabriel.

"Well, I want to hurt him bad!" Gabriel said.  "I want to
hurt him 10 times as much as you hurt me!  So could we
please get his stinky butt upstairs so I can get started?"

Tommy, still agitated, began stalking across the living room
floor.  Chad stopped him.  "Put your underpants and pajama
bottoms back on first, Tommy" he said.

Tommy brightened and snatched his underwear up, slipping one
foot and then the other into them and pulling them smoothly
to his waist.  It felt good to have his genitals pulled
snuggly against him again and not waving in the breeze.  He
reached for his pajamas, then hesitating, his face clouding. 
"Why are you letting me get dressed?" he asked.  "You'll
just take them off me again when I get upstairs."

"Probably," Chad said.  "That's not going to be up to me –
that'll be up to Gabriel.  I just don't want to have to look
at your boy junk and your stupid butt hole on our way up. 
Now get moving!"  He prodded his brother's backside, and
Tommy left the living room with the two of them trailing
after him.