Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 13
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 13:  Name That Butt

"So, how's the patient doing?" Beth said cheerily, as she
and the two boys entered Chad and Tommy's bedroom.  Tommy
was standing in the corner dutifully, his face smeared with
snot and hastily wiped tears, his butt glowing pink with
reddish blotches scattered across the top half and a deep
reddish glow covering his lower buns, especially along his
butt crack.  He was sniffing, but had managed to stop his
overt crying.  Beth walked over and ran her right hand over
his bottom, caressing it gently and feeling the surface,
roughened from spanking and giving off considerable heat. 
She noticed Tommy was dancing from one foot to the other,
shifting his weight back and forth in some distress. His
penis had hardened again, waving in the air in front of him
as he danced.  Beth grabbed it to settle him down, noting
with pleasure that it pulsed in her hand at her touch.  Out
of sheer malice, she squeezed it several times, making it
pulse each time and Tommy's butt clench involuntarily with
each squeeze.

"Butt hurt that much?" she inquired archly.  "Because you
haven't experienced anything yet."

"I gotta pee!" Tommy said, a note of panic in his voice.  "I
gotta pee bad!"

"We'll see," Beth said.  "Meanwhile, you can hold it."  She
let of his penis.  Tommy's face became more distressed.

"I can't!" he wailed.

"Then he should have to hold it in with his hands – that's
what he made me do!" Chad said peevishly..  

"Nice idea, little brother," Beth said to Chad.  "Thanks for
reminding me."  She turned to Tommy."  Tommy, you'll go to
the bathroom when we say you can, and not before.  You young
boys always think you have to go when you can hold it awhile
longer.  When I think how many car trips we've had to stop
because one of you guys thought you had to pee!  I remember
once when we were coming home from the beach, Chad had to go
so bad that we stopped right by the side of the highway so
he could go.  Mom was going to take him behind a tree by the
side of the road, but he just dropped his pants and
underpants right behind the car and let fly right out in the
open, right in front of about a hundred passing cars!  There
were all these kids going home with their parents, gaping
out the windows at the peeing boy as they went by.  He
looked like that stupid statue over in Venice or Amsterdam
or wherever it is!   Little girls were staring out the
windows at him as he passed, with his little butt sticking
out and his little dork in his hand!  It was hilarious!  I
always wondered how many parents had to explain boy anatomy
to their little girls that day!"

Gabriel looked at Chad and smirked.  Chad didn't remember
this incident at all, but he still blushed with shame at how
he must have looked.  Beth turned back to Tommy.  "No peeing
until we say you can go.  You pee, I'll rub your face in it
and then make you clean it up, and then I'll make you wear
diapers to school for a week!  You can squeeze your little
dork if you have to in order to hold it in."

Tommy, still dancing and looking desperate, could feel the
pee urge burning just at the base of his dick.  Peeing was
all he could think about!  Humiliated at having to go this
far to avoid wetting himself, he clamped down on his still
rock-hard penis with both hands, squeezing both at the base
and just behind the head.  His sphincter immediately gave
way, the burning urgency spreading down to his penis itself,
so that the only thing preventing leakage was his iron grip. 
He continued dancing in the corner.

Beth was looking around the room.  "Aha!" she said, leaning
down by Tommy's bed and coming up with a small piece of
white cloth Chad hadn't noticed earlier.  She held it out,
revealing she'd picked up a pair of boy's underpants.  They
were ordinary white briefs, roughly the same size as Chad's,
but the waistband was an unfamiliar gray rather than the
white waistband found on his and Tommy's Fruit of the Looms. 
Hanes deluxe, Chad realized.  He'd seen them in the store,
but his mother had refused to pay extra for "something
nobody ever sees, anyway."  

"And whose are these?" Beth inquired, holding them daintily
up in the air by a thumb and forefinger clamped on the
waistband.  
 
"Probably Jesse's," Chad said.  "I bet he couldn't find them
in the dark last night and left without them.  And they must
have been out of sight so he didn't see them today, either."

"Excellent," Beth said.  She snatched Tommy's underpants
from the floor and tossed them on the bed as well.  She
inclined her head at Tommy.  "Potty him," she said to
Gabriel.  "And have him wash his face and hands afterward –
he's probably wet on himself by now."  Indeed, Tommy had
lost a few drops by that point.  He could feel the warm
wetness on the backside of his right hand as he danced in
distress and squeezed his penis for dear life.  Gabriel
avoided the damp tip of his protruding organ and squeezed
one of his buns tightly and painfully, using it to guide
Tommy out of the room.  Beth turned to Chad.  "I've got some
old Kleenex boxes in my room I'm going to go get, and I need
something from downstairs.  When Gabriel gets back, tell him
to take off his underwear and then put his pants back on. 
You do the same thing.  And pick up Tommy's underwear from
over there.  I want all 4 pairs on the bed by the time I get
back."  She left the room, whistling. 

Chad, puzzled at what his sister was up to, complied,
pulling off his pants, shucking out of his underwear and
tossing them on the bed, and then pulling his pants on
again.  He'd barely gotten them up when there was a knock on
the door, which opened immediately to reveal Dakota. 
"Whatcha up to?" she asked.  "Where's Gabriel and your lame-
o brother?"

"They went to the bathroom," Chad said.  He felt funny with
no underwear on – he was acutely aware of his penis brushing
the front of his pants when he moved, and of the airy
openness around his balls.  He glanced down at his crotch,
calling Dakota's attention to it as well.   He blushed as
she scrutinized his package through his pants.  

"You're hard," she said.  "I can tell.  Gabriel's always
getting hard these days."  She studied Chad's crotch more
closely.  "I think yours is bigger than his," she said,
looking Chad in the face to gauge his reaction.  Chad stood
a little straighter at the compliment, but slumped again at
her next remark.  "I think your dork-o brother's is bigger
than yours, though."  She looked at Chad's face, then,
guessing the truth from the way he avoided meeting her eyes. 
"Yes, yours is definitely smaller," she said.  "How come
your dork is smaller than your little brother's?"

Chad was spared answering by Tommy bursting back into the
door with Gabriel steering him by his butt like he had when
they'd left.  "Come on, leggo!" Tommy was saying.  "That
hurts!  Watch it with the fingernails!"  Gabriel was
grinning evilly, clearly enjoying Tommy's distress.  He
stopped short on spying Dakota standing by Chad, eyeing his
naked body appreciatively.  Tommy's penis still hadn't gone
down despite peeing, and was waving in the air, continuously
pointing the direction he was traveling.  She reached out
and batted at it with her hand, missing as Tommy jumped
back.  Gabriel guided him back into the corner, where he
could hide his nudity, at least temporarily.

Chad quickly transmitted Beth's orders to Gabriel, who
shrugged and dropped his pants and underpants in a puddle at
his feet, stepping out of them.  Dakota watched him
solemnly, making no attempt to hide her scrutiny of his boy
parts as he undressed.  His little penis was soft and
hanging neatly over his nubbin of a scrotum, the fleshy
point of his foreskin drooping dramatically off the tip. 
Unabashed, Gabriel bend over with his butt toward them to
pick up his pants from the floor and separate his undies
from them.  His legs were planted slightly apart as he did,
so that the flashed a clear view of his spread bottom and
his wrinkled little sack from the back, the pointed tip of
his penis visible just behind the sack, swaying as he
grasped his clothing.  Chad noticing that the boy's butt
hole still looked pink and a bit puffy, and the tear on one
side had become an angry red scab.  That boy was going to
suffer when he had to poo, no question about it.  

No wonder Gabriel was still mad at Tommy – Chad would have
been, too.  How typical this was of Tommy – he'd actually
caused the smaller boy significant damage, yet he'd been
totally unswayed by the boy's protests at the time and even
now seemed more focused on threats to his own body rather
than on the damage he'd down to his cousin's.   He'd have
torn Jesse's butt up just like that if chance hadn't taken
Jesse away and substituted Gabriel.  Yet Jesse still
appeared, deep down, eager to forgive Tommy if Tommy ever
stopped acting like a total butt hole.  Butt hole, Chad said
to himself in his mind, savoring the crude, apt simplicity
of the term.  A few weeks ago he couldn't even bring himself
to say these two forbidden words, and now he was able to let
them roll around in his mind unhindered.  Butt hole.  His
brother was a total butt hole, with all the rankness and
crudity that the term implied.  An unpleasant and unsavory
thing that you had to learn to live with, even though it
every so often caused you pain, discomfort, or
embarrassment.  That's what his brother was a lot of the
time, a total butt hole.  Tommy kept his unsavory side
hidden most of the time, just like a boy's butt hole was
hidden deep between the soft, smooth orbs of his buttocks.. 
But it was always there, right under the visible surface,
ready to spew its crap around without advance notice.  

Chad wondered if Jimmy Chen would have been so forgiving if
he'd done something to Jimmy that hurt him as badly as Tommy
had meant to hurt Jesse.  What would Jimmy do if Chad
attacked him with the intent to cause him severe pain, and
Jimmy had been damaged and bleeding afterward?  Actually,
the answer to that one was obvious – Jimmy would have done
the same thing back to him only twice as long and twice as
hard.  If he'd stuck his dick in Jimmy's butt, Jimmy would
have done it to him twice, and then made him lick his tick
clean for good measure.  On the other hand, he'd have
probably then put the whole thing out of his mind and never
mentioned it again if Chad didn't, and they'd have continued
their relationship.  That attitude he could understand – it
suggested they needed to respect each other and that there
would be severe consequences otherwise. Chad didn't
understand Jesse's loyalty to Tommy at all.  Jesse didn't
ask for respect from Tommy or expect to receive it.  He knew
as well as any of them what Tommy was like, yet he was
fanatically dedicated to him and absorbed his abuse without
complaint.   It was all too confusing to contemplate.

Gabriel had straightened up and tossed his underpants by the
others on the bed.  Dakota, meanwhile, had watched this
whole performance dispassionately, like naked boys were no
big deal to her.  Maybe they weren't, Chad suddenly
realized.  Gabriel had suggested that some of his mother's
many boyfriends walked naked around their apartment, and had
also told Chad that older boys in his foster families
sometimes forced themselves on him – perhaps his sister had
experienced similar things.   In fact, hadn't Gabriel said
that his foster brothers had frequently demanded he suck
their wieners?  Had Dakota been given similar offers or
ultimata?  And how had she responded to them?  Was it
possible that Dakota was experienced in giving boys oral
pleasure?  

Chad's penis stirred as he got a mental image of Dakota
getting on her knees in front of him, smiling up at him and
then wrapping her hand around the base of his dick and
drawing the other half into her mouth.  Suddenly he wanted a
girl to suck him more than anything in the world.  He was so
lost in his own thoughts that he jumped in surprise when
Beth bustled in the door, her arms full of old tissue boxes
and the flyswatter from the kitchen. Gabriel was fully
dressed by that time again, feeling extremely free and loose
with his boy parts roaming unhindered.  Four  pairs of white
briefs were in a row on the bed.  Beth dropped the boxes
beside them.  "Excellent," she said.  Tommy stared into the
corner, hearing the boxes fall but unable to imagine what
they were.  He wondered what was up and how much it was
going to hurt.  He couldn't think of what to do with his
arms, hanging limply by his sides.  His penis still stuck
out in front of him, visibly aroused.  His balls had
retreated to a nice, tidy package clinging tightly to the
underside of his swaying erection.

Beth was verifying the owner of each pair of underpants with
Chad and then inserting them each into one of the tissue
boxes, so that most each pair was hidden and only a small
swatch of unidentifiable cloth was sticking out the opening
in the top.  She stood back, satisfied.  "I've set these up
so that the lower back panel sticks out, but not the rest,"
she explained.  "That's the part that was right over your
business ends.  And I've marked the bottom of each box so I
know whose is whose, but I've used my own code so you won't
know."  She beamed at the three children watching her. 
"Thomas Henson, come on down,"   she said, dropping into her
best imitation of booming voice-over.  "You're our next
contestant on  Name That Butt!"

Tommy turned, reluctantly, surveying the boxes on the bed in
puzzlement.  "I see you're confused, young man," Beth boomed
again.  "The rules of the game are simple.  You have to
smell each of these pairs of underwear in turn, and then
identify which of the 4 boys who were wearing them the
underwear belongs to. After you have made your 4 guesses,
I'll determine which of your choices was right and which
were wrong.  When you get all 4 right, the game ends!  But
each time you get any of the wrong, you suffer the
consequence.  Johnny, tell us what the consequence is!"

Beth shifted positions and lowered her voice, picking up the
swatter as she did.  "Beth, the consequence is a hot swat on
his baby ball bag with the fly swatter!  That's right, a
good, swift smack on the nuts!  Smacks on the nuts have been
a stable of boy punishment before the beginning of time, but
are still just as effective for young boys today!  Back to
you, Beth!"

Tommy looked from box to box with great trepidation.  "He's
gotta sniff everyone's underwear?" Gabriel asked.  "Gross. 
What if there's poop or pee on them?"

"Then he'll get no more than he deserves," Beth said. 
"Round 1.  Smell each one, Tommy, and make your guesses. 
You'd best take your time and get it right, if you don't
want to suffer the consequences."  She waved the flyswatter
menacingly.

Gulping, Tommy walked to the bed and picked up the first
box, eyeing the cloth protruding from it suspiciously.  He
couldn't see any markings or distinguishing properties on it
that would betray its owner.  He checked hopefully for signs
of skid marks, which would narrow it down to Chad or perhaps
Gabriel, but visual inspection revealed nothing useful.  
Resigned to his fate, he took a tentative sniff, then a
deeper one when he couldn't really smell anything.  Forcing
himself not to think about where this swatch may recently
have been, he got his nose right in the cloth and breathed
in.  All he could catch was the faint smell of some clothes
washing soap.  The smell was faint enough that he wasn't
even sure if it smelled like the brand his mother used,
which would narrow it down to three of them.  He sat the box
down and picked up the second, giving it a tentative sniff. 
The swatch in the second box was more distinctive.  His
preliminary whiffs revealed the definite odor of musky boy
scent, mixed with just a trace of the odor of poop and a
minor pee tang.  Hmm, that could be either Chad or Gabriel,
but he was betting on Chad and his notoriously sloppy
hygiene habits.  The third swatch smelled only of pee, but
more strongly than the previous one.  He remembered Gabriel
flipping his still dripping penis into his pants that
morning.  The final swatch was musty and strongly boy-
smelling, but only had faint wisps of pee smell and no poop
smell at all.  He sat it down again.  Which one was which? 
There was a lot on the line here – a swat with the
flyswatter on the balls would be majorly painful.  He picked
up the second and third boxes and smelled them again.  

"So, what's the verdict?" Beth said.  "Other than that you
apparently like smelling things that have been on boys'
butts."  She pointed at Tommy's penis, which had become even
more erect during this procedure, so that it pointed at an
upward angle.  "It's decision time."

Tommy weighed the options.  Who was likely to be cleaner,
him or Jesse?  Jesse was less physically mature, so he
probably didn't have as much boy smell as Tommy.  But Tommy
had put on new underpants for only about 10 minutes that
morning before he'd been forced to take them off again. 
Jesse had worn his all of the day before.  The cleanest ones
had to be his!  He gulped and made his first guess.  "The
first one is mine," he said.  "It doesn't smell of anything,
and I put on new underpants this morning, so mine would be
the cleanest, and besides, I keep myself cleaner than they
do.  The second one smells like poop and pee both, so it has
to be Chad's – we all know how bad he is at wiping and how
he always dribbles in his pants when he goes pee.  So he'd
have the smelliest ones.  The third is Gabriel's, because it
smells of pee but not poop, and I saw Gabriel dribble into
his undies when he peed this morning.  And the fourth is
Jesse's – it's almost as clean as mine."  He put the third
box down, confident he'd gotten it right.

Beth looked at the bottom of each box in turn, smiling at
Tommy.  "The results have been tabulated," she said. 
"Before we announce them, you need to get into the
inspection position in case you've mixed any of them up. 
You remember the inspection position, I trust."

"What's the inspection position," Gabriel asked Chad.

"You'll see," Chad said.  Tommy, his trepidation rising,
climbed onto his bed on his back and pulled his legs ups up
over his head, spreading them as widely as he could and
holding them with his hands.  Gabriel's eyes widened as he
noted the incredible vulnerability of Tommy's genitals to
the swatter in this position, as well as the humiliating way
the position displayed all of his private parts like a
laboratory specimen.  Dakota had moved to Tommy's side where
she stared it his genitals unabashedly with her cold eyes. 
Tommy looked at Beth holding the swatter fearfully.

"Close your eyes," Beth ordered.  "Chad, put a pillow over
his head so he can't see."  Chad complied, kneeling by his
brother's side.  Tommy held his own ankles tightly,
trembling.  "I'm going to announce the results now," Beth
said.  "I'll announce that we have a winner, or I'll give
you a swat on the balls, in which case you'll know you got
at least one wrong."  Tommy tensed.  He couldn't see
anything with the pillow over his head.  He was acutely
aware of his genitals, his penis, hard and throbbing,
pointing toward his head, and his balls, laying against the
base of his penis and bulging outward in the flat space
between his legs.  The moments appeared to drag by endlessly
as he awaited either the acknowledgment he was right or an
explosion of pain.  What was taking so long!  Shouldn't she
have done it by now?  The unseen room was silent, no clues
of what was coming.

Suddenly overwhelming pain shot from Tommy's crotch, causing
him to release his legs and shoot his hands to his throbbing
genitals.  He fought the urge to retch as wave after wave of
throbbing anguish poured through him.  He curled into a
fetal position, moaning and clutching himself.  It hurt so
bad!  Dimly, he heard Beth commenting that he'd gotten at
least one wrong, but that out of pity and due to the fact he
might make many more mistakes before he got all 4 right,
she'd only given him a mild swat this first time.  Mild?  He
thought his balls were going to be crushed, it hurt so bad! 
Tommy rocked back and forth for a time, moaning, his eyes
shut against the pain.  Gradually the throb died down to a
dull ache, and he was able to open his eyes and release his
grip on his private parts.  Beth urged him up again.  

"Time for your second try," she said cheerfully.  "You got
every single one wrong that time.  You've obviously got a
real talent for this."

Tommy sat up unsteadily on the bed, picking up the first box
again.  His balls throbbed and his sack stung where the
swatter had hit it.  He had to get it right this time –
where had he messed up before?  He went through the boxes
one by one, sniffing more deeply this time but getting the
same impressions as before.  It all boiled down to the one
that smelled only of  clothes detergent, the one that
smelled of everything associated with a boy's privates, the
one that smelled strongly of boy and pee, and the one that
smelled strongly of boy but only weakly of pee.  He decided
he must have gotten the first and the last one wrong before
– the first one must have been Jesse's and the last one his. 
He couldn't be either of the ones smelling of poo – he'd
been thoroughly and humiliatingly cleaned by Dakota and
Gabriel just before donning his underpants after his
diapering.  Maybe he'd leaked a bit of pee when they'd
started getting him ready to be spanked – he'd been awfully
frightened at the time and it was hard to remember.  He made
up his mind.  "The first one is Jesse's, then, and the
second one is Chad's, and the third is Gabriel's, and the
fourth is mine," he stated, hoping he was right. 

"Back into inspection position," Beth ordered. "If you're
right, it'll all be over, but if you're wrong, I'm going to
swat you a little harder this time, so you can feel it."

So he could feel it?  The last one had almost killed him! 
Tommy looked at his sister pleadingly, but she just smirked
at him and waved her free hand in a circle.  "Come on,
bottoms up!" she said cheerfully. Trembling visibly, acutely
aware of the vulnerability of his bulging scrotum, Tommy
assumed the humiliating inspection position, his penis again
pointing at his face, which was immediately covered by the
pillow that Chad held firmly against his face.  He tensed
and waited, gripping his legs.  He had to be right this
time, he had to!

For what seemed like a long time, the room was silent and
Tommy was aware mostly of his pounding heart and the surge
of blood in his ears.  Suddenly his groin exploded into
throbbing pain again, this time deeper and more unbearable
than before.  Tommy's legs shot out and he clutched his
tortured scrotum tightly, rolling into a ball on his side
and convulsing, managing, but just barely, to keep from
throwing up.  The throb of his balls with each heartbeat
when on and on and on.  By the time he opened his eyes and
blinked back the tears to look up blearily, Chad and Gabriel
had settled down to reading old comic books, and Beth was
poking through a fashion magazine, twisting the swatter idly
in her hands.

"Ready for another round, little brother?" Beth asked. 
"You've got one right this time, but the other three are
wrong!"

"How.  Many.  More.  Tries?" Tommy gasped out.

"As many as it takes until you get it right," Beth said. 
"But I'll give you a break in one respect.  I'll tell you
what you got right.  Jesse's is number 4, so you can
eliminate it and concentrate on the other three.  Remember,
each your previous guesses is wrong, so number 1 isn't
yours, number 2 isn't Chad's, and number 3 isn't Gabriel's."

Groaning, Tommy shifted to a sitting position and picked up
each box in turn, this time burying his nose in each and
inhaling deeply, unheeding of the smirks on Gabriel's and
Chad's faces.  Think – he had to think!  The one that
smelled of everything had to be Gabriel's, he decided.  He'd
been wrong when he'd thought it was Chad's, and it couldn't
be his when he'd just had a bath and only worn them for 10
minutes.  So that meant Number 1 had to be Chad's, because
it hadn't been his.  Maybe Chad had put on new underwear for
the day, too.  He hadn't noticed at the time.  That would
leave number 3 as his – the one with the strong pee smell. 
He definitely must have had a bad case of the pee squirts
when he'd been standing in the corner, and just hadn't
noticed it.  He announced his choices and got into position,
trembling more noticeably this time as Chad held the pillow
over his face.

The blow, when it came, was harder than the previous two,
sending Tommy into uncontrollable retching as he curled into
a fetal position.  He coughed and gasped and tried to get
his breath again, while his tortured balls became the center
of his existence.  This time he was a long time quieting
down, Beth slipping out the door for a time while Chad and
Gabriel returned to their comic books.  After what seemed
like endless waves of throbbing ache, Tommy was able to
uncurl slightly while still nursing his balls, his head
clearing enough to think.  Beth had returned by then.  "How
many?" he asked weakly.

"None," Beth said, smirking.  "None right at all."

Tommy tried to focus his thoughts.  He couldn't face another
blow to his bare nuts!  Suddenly he realized his fears were
groundless.  There was only one possibility left. 
Humiliating though it was to admit, the pair that smelled
the strongest of pee,  poo, and boy, was his own.  He must
have really lost it when he was being prepared for his
spanking.   "Number 1 is Gabriel's," he stated confidently. 
"Number 2 is mine, and number 3 is Chad's."

"Really?" Chad said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.  "I
mean, we all know about my wiping habits, isn't that what
you said?  And how I drip pee everywhere.  And how Gabriel
peed all over himself this morning.  And how you're Tommy
clean-butt, whose poop doesn't stink and who never poops
anyway.  How could the smelliest ones, as you put it before,
be yours?"    

"I don't know!" Tommy wailed.  "I don't understand it!  But
that has to be right, because it's the only possibility
left!  I'd swear I saw Gabriel dribble into his underpants
when he finished peeing!  And I don't care what you say, we
all know you don't keep yourself clean all the time!  I
don't know why mine are the dirty ones!  But they have to
be."

"'Cause I changed my underpants when I went back to our room
to get dressed," Gabriel said calmly.  "And I haven't been
to the bathroom since then."

"And I realized I have to keep myself cleaner after – well,
you know, after all I went through," Chad said.  "So I
probably stay cleaner than you do, now!  And remember,
little brother, you're the one who pooped himself today! "

Tommy looked down at the bed, catching sight of his scrotum
as he did.  It throbbed like hell, but it didn't look any
different externally than it had before.  

"I guess there's no use in making you get into position, you
know you're right this time," Beth said grudgingly.  She
looked at her watch and brightened.  "It's lunch time!" she
announced cheerfully.  "That means hot cinnamon rolls for
everyone."  She turned to the door, then turned back. 
"Everyone but you, of course, Tommy.  You're having
yesterday's stale biscuits and warm water.  But you get to
watch the rest of us eat."  She opened the door and went
out, turning back to them and holding the door for a moment. 

"Get dressed, Tommy," Beth said, standing in the doorway. 
"Put on new underpants, dress pants, a dress shirt, socks,
and your good shoes.  You're getting a formal paddling after
lunch, so I'm going to make it as formal as possible, with
all the ceremony and pomp that an occasion like a young
boy's first bare butt paddling deserves.  We'll all eat, and
then we can start the preparations."  She grinned at Tommy. 
"Just think – we can have lunch, and then Gabriel will
personally serve you your just desserts!"

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Tommy asked hesitatingly.  Her
mention of his upcoming paddling had increased his
nervousness, and nervousness made him want to pee.

"Sorry," his sister said.  "It's not your bathroom time yet. 
You'll get to go just before you get paddled, so you don't
pee while you're being punished like some people I could
name did."

Tommy stood disconsolately by the counter, glumly chewing on
tasteless stale biscuits while his siblings, his cousins,
and Karen gleefully ate cinnamon rolls, their smell
pervading the kitchen and making his nose twitch.  It wasn't
fair!  All he'd done was make a little mistake, and they all
ganged up on him!  Even Chad, who ought to be more
sympathetic.  He'd have given anything for a piece of a
cinnamon roll.  He felt stupid all dressed up in long dress
pants and good shoes and a white dress shirt when everyone
else was in casual weekend clothing.  On the other hand, it
felt better than being naked in front of everyone, like he'd
been most of the morning.  His need to pee hadn't declined,
though -- he really had to go.  Yet he didn't look forward
to being allowed to go, because that would mean his paddling
was imminent.  He shifted from one foot to the other, trying
not to think about it.  Beth had said he had to drink the
entire bottle of water, and that would make his problem
worse.  The more he tried not to think about it, the more
the waves of pee-urgency washed over him.  Finally, he
interrupted the conversation of the quartet at the table. 
"I gotta go to the bathroom," he said, his face coloring.
"I'm about to wet my pants!"

Beth looked at him sharply.  "Didn't I tell you 10 minutes
ago that you weren't going to get to pee until you get
paddled?  Shut up and eat your food."

"No, I really gotta go!" Tommy said with a note of urgency
in his voice.  "Really."

"You heard Beth," Dakota said.  "So you'll just have to
wait.  Besides, the sooner you go pee, the sooner you get
paddled."

"But—" Tommy said.

"But what?" Beth interrupted.  "You'll pee your pants?  I'm
going to gag you with you underpants when you get paddled –
do you really want to wet them? Now shut up and wait until
we're done, then we'll prepare you for your paddling."

Tommy continued dancing from one foot to the other, the urge
to pee causing a burning sensation at the base of his penis. 
He'd gone rock-hard again at the stimulation, a condition
they were all certain to notice and make fun of when they
did let him pee.  He concentrated on not wetting his pants
as he watched the group slowly eating the rest of their
cinnamon rolls.  It seemed like forever until Beth, who was
the last to finish, finally pushed back her plate.  Tommy
heaved a sigh of relief, but she made no effort to get up. 
"I think I'll have some more milk," she said.  "Tommy, if
you'd be so good as to serve me, please."

Dancing the whole way, Tommy hurried to the refrigerator and
retrieved the milk, carrying it to the table, where he
stood, still dancing like a recently potty-trained 2-year-
old who'd drunk an entire soda, as Beth very slowly poured
milk in her glass and began sipping delicately.  He finally
was forced to clap a hand over his crotch and squeeze the
end of his penis through the cloth to fight back the pee
urge, still dancing and silently urging Beth to get up. 
Finally, very slowly, she rose.  "We'll clean up later," she
announced.   "We've got a very naughty boy to paddle on his
bare butt."

"Yes!" Gabriel exclaimed.  "It's about time!  I'm ready." 
He picked up the ping-pong paddle, which he'd kept at his
elbow during the entire meal.

"First thin we do is blindfold him," Beth said, picking up a
bag on the counter and fishing in it.  She came up with a
black blindfold and a roll of surgical tape.  

"Why do I have to be blindfolded?' Tommy asked.

"How can I see how much he's crying if he's blindfolded,"
Gabriel asked at the same time.

"We'll take it off just before we start his paddling," Beth
explained.  "But he needs it for now."  She slipped the
blindfold over Tommy's face and began taping the edges
against his face so he couldn't see at all.  Tommy kept
dancing, needed to pee badly but not wanting to wet his
underpants after Beth's announcement about using them as a
gag.
He wondered if pee tasted as bad as it smelled.  You never
could tell about how thing tasted from how they smelled. 
Motor oil, for example, had a fascinating smell but tasted
truly awful if you got any in your mouth.  Cabbage smelled
bad but tasted pretty good.  Pee came out of boy's wieners,
yet he'd discovered just an hour ago that they didn't taste
too awfully bad – sort of intriguing, actually.  Chad's was
kind of disgusting with the way it spat musty liquid when he
was done, but Gabriel's hadn't been bad, just kind of salty,
and Jesse's…

His penis gave a lurch in his hand.  Why was he thinking
about Jesse that way?  Why did he feel so bad that Jesse had
gone home?  He'd asked Jesse to do exactly that, had told
Jesse that was what he wanted, so why did he feel betrayed
that Jesse had followed through on it rather than staying
around to witness and participate in his further
humiliation.  And why did he think of Jesse's penis in his
mouth not with revulsion, but with a kind of longing to feel
it again?

Beth had finished taping his mask to her satisfaction.  Pee
urgency and dread competed for dominance in his mind. He
could see nothing at all.  He felt Beth take his shoulders
and rotate him multiple times, leaving him dizzy and
disoriented.  He heard her say, off to one side, "Dakota and
I will make sure everything is set up, then she'll come back
and the two of you can bring him out, Gabriel.  Come one,
Chad, I need your help, too.  Tommy waited silently in the
darkness with growing dread.  He couldn't stop dancing.  He
hoped they wouldn't be long, because he really had to pee,
but he that would mean he was getting paddled next!  He'd
seen Chad get paddled.  At the time he'd thought it was
funny how Chad had looked as he waited, naked in front of
everyone, for his paddling, his small, shrunken penis barely
a button against his groin.  He'd even gotten a kick out of
Chad's squealing and crying as they'd each taken turns
beating his little butt.  Now he found the whole thing
horrifying!  That was gonna be him with his bare butt turned
upward, the paddle descending on it over and over, bringing
sharp, searing pain that built with each swat.   Gabriel had
been holding his arm, but now he felt Gabriel's hand shift,
until it was gently caressing Tommy's butt through his
pants.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice more a squeak than
he'd intended.

"Nothin'," Gabriel replied.  "Just wondering how loud you're
gonna squeal and how red your butt is gonna get."  He
continued caressing Tommy's butt, raising goose bumps on
Tommy's arms with his touch.  Tommy fought to keep from
flinching away, not wanting to show his fear.  Gabriel began
massaging Tommy's right butt cheek harder through his pants. 
"I never paddled another boy before," Gabriel said after a
bit.  "I never even spanked one."

Tommy tried to ignore Gabriel.  His already penis swelled in
his hand as he squeezed the tip, keeping from peeing
himself.  He realized that he was enjoying the stimulation
Gabriel was providing.  Gabriel shifted his touch from
Tommy's but to the shaft of his penis, probing and poking to
feel it's hardness.  Tommy tried to twist away.  "Stop
touching me!" he ordered.

Gabriel responded by squeezing Tommy's penis hard through
his pants.  "I can touch you if I want to!  Beth says I get
to paddle you on your bare ass as long as I want, and pull
your dick and your balls, too!  So get used to it!"  He
squeezed Tommy's penis harder through his pants for
emphasis.  Tommy shuddered at the touch.

"Hey, how come your dick is hard again?" Gabriel asked,
looking puzzled.  "You really gotta pee that bad?  I mean,
there aren't any girls here or anything, so you can't be
horny.  Unless….."  He continued squeezing Tommy's penis
shaft, reaching with his other hand to stroke Tommy's butt
again.  Tommy's penis, against his will, immediately pulsed. 
Gabriel dug his fingers in more firmly.

"Hey, come on, stop that!" Tommy complained.  "I don't like
it."

"Then how come you're all hard now?" Gabriel asked.  "You do
like boys, don't you!   You're getting all horny because I'm
touching you!  I bet you knew it was me all along last
night, and just went ahead because you wanted to fuck my
butt!  You're all hot for me, aren't you!"

Tommy jerked away from Gabriel's touch, white hot anger
overcoming his good sense.  "You're an ugly little toad," he
said, outraged.  "Your breath stinks, your butt smells, and
you've got a pointy little dick like a gerbil!  You not only
don't make me hot, but you'll never make anyone hot. 
They'll take one look at your boy stuff and burst out
laughing!  You'll say, 'put this in your mouth, baby,' and
she'll say, 'sorry, I don't like cigarettes.'  Nobody would
want to do sex stuff with you!"

"Shows how much you know," Gabriel said hotly.  "All kinds
of kids want to do sex stuff with me!  You aren't the first
pervert to try to do me up the chute, you know!  All the
older boys want to do me at all the foster homes, 'cause I'm
so cute!  They even want to suck my dick sometimes!"

"Maybe you're the one who's gay," Tommy suggested.  "Maybe
you sent out gay vibes.  I bet you want boys to have sex
with you.  I bet you beg them to!  I bet that's why you came
to my bed – you didn't have a nightmare, you just wanted my
dick up your little butt!"

Gabriel dropped both of his hands, letting go of Tommy. 
"I'll get you," he said evenly.  "I'll get you good! 
Because I get to whip your butt!  And you just have to lie
there and let me!  I'll paddle you until you're blistered! 
I'll make you beg!  I'll squeeze your fat little balls until
they pop!"

Tommy realized he's made a mistake in letting his temper get
the best of him.  He tried to backpedal.  "Look, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean that," he muttered.  

"Yes you did," Gabriel said hotly next to him.  "You did,
because you're a meany, just like Chad said!  I hope they're
ready soon -- I want to paddle your bare butt!"

Suddenly Dakota's voice was next to him.  "We're ready now,"
she said to the boys."  She took Tommy by one arm, and
Gabriel took the other.  "Remember, Gabriel, don't say
anything that would give it away!"

Give what away? Tommy wondered as they started moving.  He
assumed they were headed toward the hall, but he couldn't
tell, really.  Were they going to the living room?  They
stopped him briefly at one point, then moved ahead again. 
The surface under his feet changed  Was that carpet?  Were
they in the hall now?  Gabriel and Dakota suddenly stopped,
turning him to face the other way.  "Here we are," Dakota
said.

Tommy was puzzled.  They hadn't walked far, but it didn't
feel like they'd gone into the living room.  He couldn't
see, but he concentrated on his other senses.  It didn't
sound like the living room – Dakota's voice didn't echo
right.  He concentrated.  Birds!  He could hear birds!  And
a breeze was blowing gently.  "We're outside!" he exclaimed. 
Horror overtook him.  "Nooooooooo!" he begged.  "Not
outside!"

"Yes, I'm afraid so, little brother," Beth's voice said
behind him.  "You're getting paddled in the back yard!"