Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 14
by Chadlad

copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 14:  Tommy Gets it in the End

"But—but—you can't do that!  People will see me!"  Tommy
complained.

Beth laughed.  "They will if you keep yelling like that.  So
maybe you'd better be quiet."

"But—but—what if someone looks over the fence?" Tommy said,
more softly this time.

"Then they'll see you getting a bare-butt paddling, I
guess," Beth said calmly.  "But if it makes you feel any
better, there's no one looking over the fence right now."

Tommy didn't like this turn of events at all.  The back yard
was too open.  Anyone could just come down the side of the
house and there they'd be.  And anyone who wanted to look
over the fence could, at any time.  And he was getting
spanked naked!

"But— but…" Tommy protested a third time.

"Your butt, little brother.  Bare naked.  Getting paddled,"
Beth said flatly.  "Right now."  She paused, letting that
soak in, then went on.  "What's all the stalling about,
anyway? I thought you said you had to pee so bad you
couldn't stand it."

"I dooooooo!" Tommy moaned, Beth's mentioning of it suddenly
reminding him that he really, really had to go, even if they
were in the back yard and he was about to get paddled.  He
squeezed the end of his penis harder.  In the background he
heard a feminine giggle, obviously from Dakota, since Beth
was standing beside him.  He hated having to hold himself in
public like a toddler this way, but he hated the idea of
peeing his pants more.

"Then shut up and let us get you ready for your paddling. 
As soon as you're all the way naked, we'll point you where
you can pee," Beth ordered.

Tommy stopped protesting, but continued to dance from foot
to foot.  "We'll start with your socks and shoes," Beth
said.  Tommy felt a pair of hands tugging upward on his left
foot.  He obediently raised it and the small, unseen hands
pulled off his shoe and his sock.  He wondered who had his
foot – probably Gabriel, he decided.  The grass under his
bare foot felt cool.  He obediently raised the other foot
when prompted, shortly planting a second bare foot in the
moist, spongy turf.   No question about it, he was
definitely outside.

"Do his shirt next," Beth said.  Tommy felt a tug on the
front of his dress shirt, felt buttons being undone and cool
air on his chest as his shirt parted.  "You're going to have
to let go of your little dink so we can take your shirt off,
Tommy," Beth said.  Again Tommy heard feminine giggling, off
to the one side of him.  It definitely must be Gabriel who
was undressing him.  In some ways, he found that a bit of
relief – at least it wasn't a girl who would shortly be
removing his underpants and viewing his genitals up close!  

Tommy cautiously let go of his penis.  He felt damp heat
flow immediately onto the front of his underpants.  It took
all his concentration to clamp down on his sphincter and
make it hold for the moment.  Dang – he'd leaked onto his
underpants, possibly his pants, too.  He hoped it wasn't a
big spot and that nobody would notice.

That hope died immediately.  "The big meany peed himself,"
Gabriel announced from close range.  "Look, you can see the
spot."  Tommy felt his shirt being tugged up his arms and
obediently raised them so it could be pulled off.  Feeling
like a toddler for wetting himself, Tommy remembered Beth's
threat to use his underpants as a gag.  He hoped she'd been
bluffing.  

Tommy could feel the air of the outside on his bare chest. 
He tried to picture how he must look to the others –
standing somewhere in the shade in the yard, his feet and
chest bare, blindfold over his eyes, a damp spot on the
front of his dress pants, being prepared for a painful
paddling.  His pants would come next, and then his
underpants, and then he'd be naked out in the open, where
anyone who happened by would see his – his – well, his
everything.  He hated the thought they were going to do it
in the open.  It meant that if he cried too loudly he'd be
heard over the fence in the adjoining yards.  He might even
attract an audience of people peering over the fence to see
what the commotion was, and if they did, there he'd be
stretched out naked over his cousin's lap, getting his bare
butt beat!  Kids might even hear him out on the street if he
cried too loudly!  He felt an odd twinge in his loins, a
kind of rising excitement not unlike sexual longing.  He
felt his dick twitch in his pants.  Not now, he thought.  He
realized that the thought of being naked outside had a kind
of excitement to it.  But not with his sister and her friend
and his female cousin looking on!  Not if he was getting his
bottom tanned at the same time!  He penis, traitor to this
thoughts, twitched again driven by the sheer naughtiness of
being naked outside and by his need to go.

At that thought, Tommy began dancing again with even greater
pee urgency.  A small squirt escaped him, adding to the hot
dampness surrounding his genitals.  Immediately he heard
Gabriel who had to be standing right in front of him,
comment, "Better hurry up – the spot on the front of his
pants just got bigger!"  Tommy felt his face grow hot with
shame – it was bad enough to have peed his pants, even if it
was just a little bit, but to have his cousins and brother
and sister witness it!  He took solace in the fact that Beth
had assured him no one was looking over the fence, so his
shame would be known only to his immediate family.  At least
Jesse wasn't there witnessing his shame.

Immediately he realized he actually didn't feel that way at
all – he felt a powerful longing, wishing Jesse was there,
even if he was just watching silently.  Why was he thinking
about Jesse so positively again?  He ought to hate the
little asshole!  His butt still ached where Jesse had
smacked him with such anger.  His brother Chad had been the
one to bring him to tears, it was true, but Jesse's words
had been a big part of that.  He should hate Jesse, yet he
found himself wishing Jesse was there, witnessing his
humiliation,  watching Tommy pay for what he'd wanted to do
to him, and for what he'd said.  If Jesse were there now,
Tommy vowed, he'd look right at him, let Jesse see that
Tommy knew he deserved this punishment, would take it
willingly, if they could just be friends again.  He wanted
to see Jesse smile at him, his little round face beaming, as
Jesse had so many times in the past.  Another squirt of pee
escaped him, and he was barely able to clamp down.  He could
feel the hot wetness spreading.

"The spot's getting bigger," Gabriel reported from right in
front of Tommy.  The little twerp must have his eyes glued
on my crotch, Tommy thought to himself.  Beside him, he
heard Beth sigh.  

"Better get him the rest of the way undressed before it's
running down his leg," she suggested.  "Go ahead and take
down his pants." Tommy flinched slightly as small hands
touched his lower stomach and grasped his waistband, undoing
the slide clasp and brushing his penis as they pulled down
his zipper.  His penis, still hard, was in the embarrassing
upward pointing position, the tip barely under his waistband
and the shaft swelling the front of his underwear.  It
immediately felt cooler as his underwear fly was exposed and
the dampness on it began to evaporate in the light breeze. 
Hands slid down his back and under his pants, pulling them
away from his butt and sliding them over the gentle, boyish
curve and down past his knees.  He noticed the hands
carefully avoiding touching his damp front.  "Step out,"
Beth ordered, and Tommy lifted first one foot and then the
other as the pants were tugged off.  He stood there, still
shifting from foot to foot, acutely aware that only his
damp-fronted underpants protected his barely concealed
modesty.  He wasn't worried about the quartet who were in
the yard with him so much – they'd seen him naked already
that day.  But what if one of the Winstons or their
granddaughters happened to look over the wall?  What if
Serena came by, and came to the back yard when no one
answered the door?  It would be just like her—she did that
all the time.  He didn't think he could stand to have Serena
see him this way, standing in his freshly peed underpants,
then being paddled like a little kid by his younger cousin,
with all his bare boy parts hanging out!  His bladder kept
contracting, threatening to overwhelm his control and soak
his underwear, it taking all his concentration to hold the
pee back.  

"Can we hurry up?" Tommy asked in pleading tones.  "I don't
think I can hold it much longer."

"If I were you, I wouldn't be in such a rush," Beth said. 
"The sooner you get naked, the sooner you get paddled."  But
the small hands returned to Tommy's sides, gripping the
waistband of his underwear.  Tommy shuddered at the touch,
but held still as the hands paused, then slowly and
inexorably began drawing his underpants slowly and steadly
downward, his penis snapping down to its horizontal position
as it was freed, his butt feeling suddenly cool in the open
air, his genitals cooling quickly as urine evaporated off of
him.  An idle thought hit him – this was probably the last
time today his butt would feel cool --it'd get plenty hot
soon enough.  It's the kind of thing he'd have said to Chad
a few weeks ago when he was in this situation, laughing at
his cleverness.  It didn't seem so clever or funny now.

"Step out," Beth ordered as he felt the underpants puddle at
his feet.  Tommy lifted one foot and then the other, feeling
his underpants depart.  He was naked!  Naked in the open, in
the back yard!  He was suddenly incredibly conscious of his
jutting bottom, and could not help running his hands over
his flanks.  A giggle erupted again from somewhere to one
side of him.  Dakota must have moved.

"When can I pee?" Tommy asked plaintively.  "Now?  Here?  I
really gotta go!"  

"No kidding, Mr. Peepee Pants!" Beth said sardonically.  
She seized his shoulders and pushed him ahead several feet,
turning him slightly to the side.   "This will do," she
said.  "Here, you can aim him," she said to someone nearby. 
A small hand took Tommy's penis firmly and pointed it
slightly downward.  From its size and feminine softness he
deduced that it was Dakota who was handling him.

Tommy almost moaned aloud in relief as he finally was able
to relax his bladder.  He felt liquid surging through him as
he peed powerfully out in front of him, his penis still rock
hard.  Whoever had hold on him was moving his penis in
little circles, obviously playing with aiming the stream. 
He heard more giggling from a few feet away, startling him
and making him stop his stream briefly, so that he had to
concentrated to start up again.  So it wasn't Dakota who was
aiming him after all – from the size of the hand that only
left Gabriel.  Funny, Dakota hadn't seemed so prone to
giggling earlier that day.  But he hadn't peed in front of
her before, either – maybe that was what had set her off. 
As he finished and contracted his hips several times to
squeeze out the final drops, he felt his penis being shaken
wildly, then released.  What an odd thing for Gabriel to do
– most boys gave their penises a nonchalant little shake and
stopped at that when they'd finished peeing – do any more
and it looked like you were playing with it, and some other
boy was bound to say something.  Perhaps Gabriel had been
the giggler, and it was the more inexperienced Dakota who
was shaking him off so wildly.  Chad had neither feminine
hands nor a high-pitched giggled like that.  

Tommy hated the blindfold, he realized.  He felt so helpless
and vulnerable with it on – here he was naked outside, and
he couldn't see if anyone was looking over the fence, or
even who was looking at him and from what angle.  He
wondered if that was why Beth had put it on him, to make him
feel helpless.  Well, if it was, it certainly worked.  

The hand had released his penis, leaving Tommy standing
there lamely not knowing what to do with his arms.  He
finally crossed them over his chest, although what he wanted
to do was cover his genitals.   For some time, no one said
anything – he just heard birds, and rustling noises, and
things creaking and clicking that he couldn't identify.  His
penis had drooped after peeing, but only a little – it felt
like a giant hose hanging on him.  Every time he shifted
position he could feel it swaying, the light breeze playing
over it and over his bare buttocks as well.  Couldn't they
just paddle him and get it over with?  He was about to speak
up and beg them to get on with it when Beth spoke.

"Okay, now it's time to prepare you for paddling.  First
we've got to clean you off where you peed yourself like a
big baby."  She took Tommy by the shoulders and aimed him
back the other way, pushing him ahead a few steps and then
stopping him.  "Stand right there.  Just keep your arms
where they are, but spread your legs father apart."  Tommy
complied, separating his feet until they were wider than his
shoulders.  A sopping wet cloth suddenly enveloped his
genital region, scrubbing his lower stomach, his groin, and
his protruding genitals from all sides, pulling his penis
out and scrubbing it, kneading his balls until he winced,
and generally causing discomfort to all of his personal
equipment.  A firmly planted hand on his butt steadied him
as this was accomplished, a reasonably small hand, probably
too small to be Chad's or Karen's or Beth's.  The hand and
cloth departed, followed by an equally thorough scrubbing
with a dry towel, a distinctly different-feeling hand on his
butt this time.  So Dakota and Gabriel were taking turns
working on him.  Whichever one had him this time was being
considerably more gentle with his boy parts, Tommy noted to
his relief.  The towel and hand departed, leaving his crotch
area feeling cooler but fresher.

"Next we need to do a butt inspection," Beth announced. 
"Turn around, Tommy, so you're facing the other way, bend
over as far as you can, and spread your butt as far as you
can for inspection," Beth ordered.

"You don't have to look there," Tommy protested. "You washed
me there a little while ago, remember?  And I only peed a
little bit on myself – it didn't get back to my butt."

"That was then, this is now," Beth snapped.  "You might have
gotten a bad case of the Hershey squirts to go with your
little weenie fountain for all I know.  So bend over and
spread those cheeks, little bro, and we'll see for
ourselves," Beth countered.

Feeling even more vulnerable, Tommy turned what he judged to
be half way around, bent at the waist, and lowered his head
as far as he could.  He then reached back with both hands
and grasped each side of his butt, pulling his cheeks apart. 
His butt felt tense and firm in his hands, and was still
slightly sensitive and sore from the spankings he'd gotten
earlier.  He wondered how it would feel in a few moments. 
Not good, that was certain.  The light breeze traveled
across his butt and down his butt crack, making his butt
hole twitch.  Darn, there was that giggling again!  Tommy
could feel his face grow hot as he blushed, thinking about
the picture he must make for anyone who might be looking
over the fence or come down the side into the back yard,
bent double with his butt spread.  He could feel his
genitals thrust out behind him, probably also visible from
behind.  

"Wider," Beth suddenly commanded.  "Get those legs farther
apart, too!"

Tommy stepped his legs farther apart, then pulled harder on
his butt, feeling the strain on the tender skin between his
legs.  An arm circled Tommy's waist, steadying him, and then
a cold, wet cloth suddenly contacted his butt crack and
began scrubbing uncomfortably on his butt hole and the skin
between his butt hole and his balls.  The cloth moved up and
down, digging further into his butt hole with each pass and
scrubbing down the ridge between his legs painfully.  He
could feel sharp fingernails under the cloth.  Tommy gritted
his teeth to tough it out, waiting for the scrubbing to
stop.  It went on much longer than he thought necessary, but
finally the cloth was removed, his butt crack now feeling
cold as the water evaporated from it in the light breeze. 
He could feel his butt hole and balls both puckering up and
contracting in the cold.  The fluffy towel followed once
again, the touch now soft and devoid of fingernail
scratching.  Gabriel, Tommy reasoned. Beth had probably done
the washing – she was proud of her long, predatory nails. 
The towel departed, and he waited for permission to
straighten up, but the person holding him let go and another
person stepped up to his side, a powerful hand immediately
circling his waist and continuing to hold him down.  

Moments later, he felt ice-cold drops of something land on
his butt and down his butt crack, making him shiver. 
Lotion, he realized.  The hand holding him tightened, and a
matching hand with sharp fingernails began rubbing the
lotion in, starting with the outside sections of his butt
and working inward to his crack, until finally strong
fingers were massaging lotion between his legs and around
his balls.  A fingernail stabbed him right between the legs,
about an inch under his butt hole.  "Owwww!" Tommy
protested.  "That hurt!"  He started to let go of his butt,
but Beth chided him.

"Keep that butt apart, mister," she ordered from over top of
him.  Well, that solved the mystery of who was enjoying
torturing him with her nails.  "I'll tell you when you can
straighten up."

"Just watch the fingernails, okay?"  Tommy said.  In reply,
another fingernail stabbed him, this time nearer his balls. 

"Oops," Beth said insincerely as Tommy stiffened again. 
"Did I poke 'um's little bottom?  I'm so sorrrry!"  She
punctuated this remark by stabbing him again with a
fingernail, this time poking the center of his butt hole. 
Tommy lurched, but managed to hold onto his butt, realizing
that the more he protested, the more she was going to
torture him.  He bit his lip to keep from crying out.  Beth
gave him another poke, this time right at the base of his
balls, then seemed satisfied when he flinched but stopped
protesting.  Her hand traveled upward until it was massaging
lotion directly on his butt hole, then pressing inward on
the center until the fingertip slid in about half an inch,
pushing lotion in with it.  The finger then continued to
circle his butt hole, slipping in farther and farther each
time, as Tommy fought to keep his balance and not cry out
each time he was penetrated.  He could feel the edges of her
fingernail barely scraping the inside of his hole, and he
tensed each time she thrust, sure that this time he'd feel
searing interior pain rather than just the dull scrape.  On
the final shove, Beth's finger went all the way in,
burrowing deeper and deeper into his insides until it felt
like he had an entire kielbasa up his butt.  He contracted
his butt hole, but the finger was undeterred, rotating back
and forth in his butt several times, probing all sides of
his rectum.  Between his legs, his penis gave a lurch as
Beth passed a particularly sensitive spot.   

"Do you have to do that?  You're making me all weird
inside!" Tommy whined.  He heard more giggling from back
between his legs.  He wondered at the sound – it had sounded
like two giggles that time – were Dakota and Gabriel both
laughing now?  Sure, they could laugh.  They weren't bent
over in the back yard butt naked with his sister reaming
their asses while everyone in the household watched.  Her
finger felt so peculiar inside him – upsetting and roiling
his insides, yet making the end of his penis tingle and
stuff inside him get all tickly.  As she continued, the
powerful feelings provoked by the finger probing in his butt
increased.  He was especially conscious of the disconcerting
way it had made his penis get progressively harder,
especially when Beth would pass a certain spot on the front
side of his rectum.  Something inside him kept responding to
that contact, making his penis lurch each time she rotated
that direction.  "Stop it!" Tommy exclaimed, as he felt the
familiar liquid pressure building inside him, somewhere
behind his penis, that always came before orgasm.

"Hush," Beth ordered.   "I'll remove my finger when I'm good
and ready.  I don't recall you listening to anyone else when
they complained that something hurt them, if you know what I
mean."

"But it makes me feel all funny," Tommy protested, panting
now, in part because of his bent over condition, and in part
because he was nearing orgasm.

"I believe I told you to hush," Beth said.  "For your
disobedience, you get two fingers."

To Tommy's dismay, a second fingertip pushed hard on his
butt hole next to the first one, forcing it open and then
sliding slowly inward, stretching him unbearably.  Tommy
moaned and would have straightened up, but Beth pushed down
harder on him and slid her finger all the way in.  Tommy bit
his lip hard to keep from crying out.  It felt like his hole
was being stretched open about a foot.  His feelings of
nearing orgasm collapsed instantly.  "Hurts, doesn't it!"
Beth commented.  "You know, my two fingers are probably no
bigger around than your dick when you're excited.  Think
about what that means."

Tommy did think about it.  Was this how it had felt to
Gabriel?  Like his butt hole was being stretched apart? 
Beth shifted her fingers, sending another searing pain
through Tommy.  "Aaaaaaaaaaah!" he gasped, biting his lip
hard enough to draw blood.  No wonder Gabriel was so mad. 
At that moment, Tommy realized he needed to tell Gabriel
that he hadn't realized what it had been like for him, that
he was sorry, but just then Beth abruptly withdrew both
fingers, causing searing pain as she pulled them out of him. 
Tommy squeaked and straightened up as Beth released him,
clenching his butt together and rising on his toes trying to
squeeze out the burning pain.  He massaged his butt cheeks
over his butt hole with both hands.  At the same time, he
could feel the strain on the base of his penis as it thrust
out in front of him, harder than he remembered it ever
being.  He could imagine it bobbing in front of him, the
head swollen and red.  The urge to touch it was
overwhelming, but he clenched his butt tightly instead,
already humiliated at the picture he was making for his
siblings and cousins and, of course, Karen.  He didn't need
to add to that picture.  His rectum burned, feeling all
stirred up and unsettled.  

"Okay, I'd say Tommy's butt is ready for a good, long bare
butt paddling," Beth announced.  "The lotion will soften his
skin so he can take many blows without blistering.  It also
will make each blow with the paddle sting more as well. Turn
back around again, Tommy," Beth ordered.  Tommy obeyed,
wondering if his paddling was finally going to start now. 
On one hand, he wanted to get it over with, and get out of
this public place where anyone might look over the wall and
see him any moment.  On the other hand, he couldn't imagine
how much it was going to hurt to be paddled, and a part of
him wanted to delay that as long as possible.  He stood
there, now trembling visibly, his heart racing.

Then Beth dropped her next bombshell. "Okay, now we want to
be sure that your paddling will involve nothing but pain and
that you won't enjoy it in any way at all, so before Gabriel
begins spanking you, you're going to have to make yourself
cum," she said.

Tommy froze.  He swallowed, not sure he'd heard her right. 
"You want me to what?" he asked.

"Cum," Beth said.  "Jerk off.   Spank the monkey.  Pound the
porpoise.  Exercise the donkey.  Make the one-eyed man stand
and salute.  Beat your meat.  Flog the dolphin.  Scrape your
grapes, sautι the sausage, turn Japanese.  Relish the
hotdog, pat the Robertson.  Sample the secret sauce.  Summon
the genii.  Varnish the banister.  Liquidate the inventory. 
Take matters into your own hands, use the self-service pump,
wrestle the one-eyed weasel, milk the lizard, shake hands
with your best friend.  Take your stupid boy dick in you
stupid hand and rub it until you squirt your stupid few
measly little boy drops, so that we can get on with paddling
your stupid butt," Beth commanded.

"Here?" Tommy said, his voice rising an octave.  "In the
open?"

"I thought you said you liked doing it in the open.  You
said it was more exciting," Beth challenged.

"But not in the back yard," Tommy whined.  "What if someone
comes in, or looks over the fence while I'm doing it?"

"No one is looking over the fence.  No one is even out in
their yards right now.  The Winstons drove off somewhere
awhile ago.   I haven't seen any action in the Arroyo
household at all," Beth said, referring to the family who
occupied the house on the other side of them.  "And we won't
let anyone come down the sides of the house while you're
doing it, so those of us in the back yard now are the only
ones who will see you," Beth said.  "Now you'd better hurry
up and do it, before someone does come out in their yard."

Tommy reached over with his right hand and grabbed the tip
of his hard penis tentatively.  The thing was, Beth's
probing of his butt had made him horny as hell for some
reason, even though his rectum still burned and his anus
ached.  He really did need release.  But what if someone
came along?  "You're sure no one is watching from next
door," he said.

"Absolutely positive.  Isn't that right, Chad?" Beth asked.

"No one is watching from next door," Chad said immediately.

Tommy gave his penis a tentative stroke, causing an
immediate wave of pleasure.  He was super horny.  It would
only take half a minute to get release.  And he couldn't
very well disobey Beth – she might decide he needed to move
to the front yard instead.  "Oh, and one more thing," Beth
added.  "You need to say, loudly and clearly, 'I'm cumming!'
when you get ready to cum, or I'll make you do it again. 
Now get to work."

Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, Tommy began
masturbating, rubbing his penis with the practiced ease of
many nights' experience.  His hips began involuntary thrusts
almost immediately as the pleasure built up and flowed
through him.  In some ways this was more exciting than
normal – he was outside, after all, doing something very,
very nasty where anyone could see him.  Pulses began
building inside him and the liquid pressure that he was so
familiar with settled into the base of his penis.  He
grimaced and rose on his toes, remembering at the last
minute to call out "I'm cumming!" just before the familiar
spurt of liquid shot out, the dribble that always followed
it drizzling down the underside of his penis to be rubbed
into his penis head by his still furiously stroking hand. 
The pleasure subsided and he settled back down on his feet,
still holding his now drooping penis in post orgasmic
contentment.  He started breathing again.  

Tommy was startled by a sudden burst of loud applause. 
Applause from many pairs of hands.  "Do it again!  Do it
again!" a feminine voice shouted.  

"Encore, encore," called another.

"Great show – you can't get that on TV," called a third.

Suddenly the tape was ripped from his blindfold, and it, too
was ripped off, leaving Tommy blinking in the suddenly
blinding light.  As his vision cleared, he stared in horror. 
There were at least 6 girls seated in chairs in the yard not
10 feet away in a semicircle, all facing him where he stood
holding his still dripping penis.

Beth was standing beside him.  "Tommy," she said formally. 
"I'd like you to meet Girl Scout Troop 182."

"Actually, we're Juniors," a blond haired girl seated in the
center said.  "Karen is our senior leader."

"They're working on their patch collections," Karen said. 
"So I called up their moms and asked if I could present them
a unit in human reproductive anatomy and functioning in boys
using a live model.  These are the ones whose moms said
yes."

Tommy, frozen in astonishment up to this point, finally
realized that an entire troop of Girl Scouts was gaping at
him standing there holding his dick, and had obviously just
watched him jerk off with great enthusiasm.  He clapped both
hands over his genitals and dropped to the ground, hunching
over his crotch to block their view.  "Beth!" he wailed,
stretching it out into two syllables and making his voice go
up almost an octave at the same time.

Beth looked at Tommy with disdain.  "You might as well get
back up, you moron!  They've already seen everything you
have from both front and back, remember?  They've seen your
boy parts, they've seen you pee, you spread your butt for
them and showed them your butt crack, and they've seen you
jerk off.  What secrets could you possible have left?"

Tommy remained hunched over his crotch, both hands firmly
planted over his genitals.  He could feel the slimy
slipperiness of his ejaculate where he'd smeared it on
himself.   "Make them go away," he begged.  "Please, make
them go away!"  His face was bright red now, almost glowing
in his embarrassment.  He'd played with himself right in
front of them – just a few feet away!  He glanced up,
briefly, hoping they were leaving, but the circle of girls
were still comfortably seated in their lawn chairs.  He
noticed that they each had soft drinks and appeared to be
settled in for a long stay.  To his dismay, he suddenly
realized that Jessica and Vanessa were seated side by side
on his left, and another girl from his class, Deanna
Aratyunyan, was seated on the right, smiling angelically at
him.  Tommy lowered his head again, clutching his genitals
more tightly.

"Come on," Deanna chimed in.  "We've already your boy stuff
anyway, we just want to see it up close."

"I took off your pants," Jessica said.  

"But I got to pull down your underpants, so I got the best
view," Vanessa added.  "You were so cute when you started
rubbing yourself!  And you should have seen the look on your
face when you squirted!  You were all frowny!"

"I washed your weenie," another girl chimed in.  

"And I dried it," said still another.  "But Beth did your
butt.  We didn't want to touch it until we were sure it was
clean."

"Okay, girls," Karen said cheerfully.  "That's how boys
pleasure themselves, by rubbing their penises rapidly until
they squirt out semen.  Squirting out semen is called
ejaculation, although most people call it 'cumming.'  The
young boy you just saw make himself ejaculate is just in the
beginning of puberty.  Thus, his genitals have grown some
already and are quite a bit bigger than those of little
boys, but they're not anywhere near man-sized yet.  Gabriel,
would you like to come over here and show them your immature
penis for contrast?  No?  Well, okay, perhaps you'll show us
later.  In a few more years, Tommy's penis will probably be
somewhere between 5 ½ and 6 ½ inches long when erect, and
much bigger around as well than it currently is.  You'll
notice that he produced only small amounts of semen when he
ejaculated, but you have to be careful of it anyway – it
still could make you pregnant.  As he gets older, the amount
he produces will undoubtedly increase.  Of course, that
depends on how often he plays with himself.  Boys who play
with themselves frequently, as he undoubtedly does, don't
ejaculate as much liquid because they don't have enough time
to make very much before their next ejaculation, whereas
boys with more restraint than Tommy appears to have
ejaculate more copiously."

The blond girl spoke up.  "If he's already into puberty, why
doesn't he have hair above his weenie?  I know little boys
don't have hair above their little weenies, but his weenie
is lot's bigger -- shouldn't he have some?"

"He had a little hair there to start with," Karen said.

"Not much," Beth muttered.

"But we shaved it off this morning as part of his punishment
for his extreme misbehavior," Karen concluded.  "His sister
felt that if he was going to act immature, he should look
immature."

"How come you won't tell us what he did?" Jessica countered.

"Because you don't need to know," Beth snapped.  "But it was
bad, I can tell you that.  If you heard what he'd done,
you'd want to paddle him yourselves."

"Can we see his privates up close now that he's done beating
off?" the blond girl asked.  "We barely got to see them
before he started whacking away at himself."

"Of course," Beth replied.  "Tommy, scoot forward and lean
back on your hands and spread your legs so these girls can
get a close-up view of your boy parts."

Tommy hunched even more tightly over himself, still
desperately clutching his genitals.  Beth sighed.  "Looks
like he's going to need some persuasion," she said.  She
walked to the patio table, picking up a pocket knife that
was sitting there.  In three strides, she was standing at
the willow tree at the side of the yard, where she eyed the
various limbs for a moment and then selected one that was
about pencil width to cut off.  While Tommy watched in
horror, she quickly stripped the leaves and side branches
off of it, finally holding up and brandishing a whippy stalk
about 3 feet long, tapering to about half its width at the
far end.  She waved it through the air, making it whistle as
she did, grinning at it with satisfaction.

"Now, Tommy, she said, advancing on the cowering boy.  "Are
you going to move your hands, scoot forward, and spread your
legs to the girls can get a good look at you, or do I have
to whip whatever part of you is sticking out until you
change your mind and do it anyway?"

"Beth," Karen said.  "Be careful with that.  I've seen my
brothers get whipped on their little butts with switches
like that, and they do a lot of damage."

"Yeah," Chad spoke up from where he stood back in the
shadows.  "They leave red stripes on a kid's butt!  When
Jimmy got whipped he had welts on his butt for days."

"Aw, come on, Karen," Beth countered.  "Your own mom said
she'd whipped your brothers on their little dinks and sacks
before."

"Not very hard," Karen said.  "Not like you were waving it
just now.  You're apt to draw blood if you hit Tommy that
hard anywhere but on his butt.  And if you hit his sack that
hard you might cause permanent testicular damage."

"Okay, so I'll hit him less hard than that.  But it'll still
hurt like a mother," Beth said grimly, advancing on Tommy
once more.  "Now get your little butt over here and uncover
your boy parts so the girls can see," she ordered Tommy.

"Better do it, Tommy," Chad said grimly.  "You know she
means it, and you don't want to be whipped with a switch,
trust me."  When Tommy hesitated, Chad prompted him again. 
"No kidding, Tommy.  Switches are about the worst thing
there is to get spanked with.  Just let them see you and get
it over with."

Slowly, trembling with fear, Tommy uncovered his crotch and
scooted forward, keeping his legs together to hide his
privates as much as possible.  "Legs apart, young man!" Beth
ordered.  

Reluctantly, Tommy spread his legs, opening his crotch and
revealing his genitals to the excited girls.  His penis
drooped over his scrotum limply, the head swollen in post-
orgasm so that it was somewhat thicker than the shaft.  With
his legs propped up and spread while he leaned backward on
his hands, the area between his legs and even the front edge
of his anus was visible.  "Ick, he's still got sperm on
him," Jessica said.  

Beth swooped in with her wet cloth and thoroughly scrubbed
his genitals again, removing the residual semen.  "Wouldn't
want to risk you girls getting any of this on you," she
said, roughly toweling her brother dry.  The girls crowded
forward, eager to examine the naked boy closely.  Tommy's
penis, now growing cold as the wetness evaporated from it,
began shrinking.

"Hey, it's getting littler," one of the other girls said.

"Boys do that when they get cold," Beth said.  "Gabriel, run
into the house and get a couple of ice cubes.  

Gabriel sprinted into the kitchen, coming back in moments
with a whole handful of ice cubes, which Beth quickly
distributed among the girls.  "Here, each of you take one,"
she said.  "Rub them on his dink and his sack."  A circle of
girls quickly surrounded Tommy, holding cold ice against his
private parts from various angles.  Tommy tried to move away
from their touch, but Beth waved the switch at him
threateningly and he froze, submitting to their
ministrations.  His genitals felt like one big icicle as
they plied him with cold from all angles.  

"Look, his sack is getting all tight and wrinkled," one girl
said. 

"His weenie is getting all little, too!" Vanessa said. 
"Look, it looks like a little Vienna Sausage!"

"Put ice right on the tip, right against the pee hole," Beth
advised.  "You can make it almost disappear if you did.

"Stop it!" Tommy begged.  "Come on, Beth, make them stop!  I
can't feel myself any more!"

"Keep going, girls!  See if you can make it disappear," Beth
urged.  Tommy could feel the cold water from the melting ice
dripping down between his legs.  He tried to close them but
the girls were holding them apart now as they shifted their
ice around his privates.  He'd never been so humiliated in
all his life.  Finally, Beth examined him and brought a halt
to the process.  

"That's enough, now, girls," she said.  "We don't want to
give him frostbite.  Stand up, Tommy, and let the girls see
you in all your glory now!"

Stiffly, Tommy stood.  His genital region was completely
numb now.  He looked down, startled to see that his genitals
resembled Chad's now, his penis a mere button sticking out
of his groin, his scrotum so tight to his body that it was a
patch of wrinkled skin with his almond-shaped balls swelling
it out on either side.  "Time for anatomy lesson," Beth said
cheerfully, pulling a fine-point black marker from her
pocket.  "Hold still, Thomas," she chided.  She leaned over
and pointed at Tommy's protruding button.  "As you probably
know, this little button is the boy's penis."  She wrote
"button penis" on Tommy's stomach and made an arrow pointing
to the organ in question.  The girls laughed at her
description, and Tommy blushed.  Beth pointed to the
wrinkled skin underneath.  "This is the boy's testes," she
said, writing "baby testes" across his sack with some
difficulty due to the rough surface.  Tommy bit his lip as
the sharp point tracked across his vulnerable orbs.  "The
bag they're in is called a scrotum."  She wrote "scrotum" on
his right leg and drew an arrow pointing at his sack.  "This
is the boy's urethra, where urine comes out of him," she
instructed, writing "pee hole" in tiny letters across the
tip of his penis, with a tiny arrow pointing to his slit. 
The girls howled with laughter as they saw what she'd
written.  "The mushroom shaped part of his penis, what you
girls call the head, is properly known as the glans," Beth
added, writing "glans" just above where she'd written "pee
hole."  Tommy looked at the ground in total humiliation,
wishing she'd stop naming parts of him and get on with his
paddling.

"The rest of his penis, the shaft, we can't see at the
moment, because it's hiding in his body.  Who wants to come
up and help us by bringing his shaft out of hiding?"  Five
hands immediately shot up.  "Okay, let's have someone who
hasn't done anything yet – you, Dot!  Come on down!  You're
our next contestant!"  The girl in question leaped up and
stepped to Tommy's side.  

Beth positioned her to Tommy's right, slightly behind him. 
"Here, put your left arm around him like this, and rest your
hand on his butt, that's the way.  Now take your other hand
and finger his little penis gently."

"Like this?" the girl asked, rubbing her finger tip back and
forth over Tommy's button-shaped penis head.

"Yes, that's it," Beth said encouragingly.  Tommy shuddered
as pleasurable feelings began rising from his penis.  How
could it feel so good when he was so humiliated?  His penis
began emerging from hiding, the shaft starting to stretch
out so that the girl had a bigger target.  

"Rub his butt, too," Beth said.  "It encourages them."

The girl began gently caressing Tommy's bottom.  "It's so
soft!" she said.  "How come boy's butts are so soft when the
rest of their skin is so rough?"

"Because they're always covered up," Karen said matter-of-
factly.  "So they don't get toughened in."

"Besides, it makes it easier for us females to control them
– their nice, soft butts are really tender and vulnerable,
and that makes it easier tokeep them in line with a good
spanking," Beth added.

"Or a good paddling," Jessica added.  She felt a tingling in
her loins, the same tingling she'd felt earlier that day
when she'd seen Tommy get his diaper changed in front of her
and her friend Vanessa, then watched him get spanked face
down on the floor by that younger girl.  She'd seen
Vanessa's little brother get spanked, once, when she was
staying overnight at Vanessa's house.  He'd thrown a truck
at her when she was teasing him and breaking his mother's
lamp instead.  He was younger than Tommy, barely nine, but
old enough to blush when his mother had yanked his pants and
underpants down right there in front of the two girls,
exposing his tiny, little-boy penis and the barely visible
sack underneath.  She'd pulled him across her lap and
quickly reddened his white little-boy butt.  Jessica had
been surprised at how stoically the boy had taken it,
stiffening and biting his lip but refraining from crying
until his butt was bright red, only at the end breaking into
sobs and begging his mother to stop.  By the end he'd also
begun kicking his legs spasmodically, kicking his pants and
underpants off in the process.  Jessica had moved quietly to
the side by then so that she could look right up between the
boy's legs while he was being spanked, so when he started
kicking she'd been treated to a full view of his small,
pigmented sack from behind, the little penis flopping behind
it, and his butt occasionally spreading as he kicked to
display, briefly, his tight little pigmented anus, winking
at her between his buns, tightening with each kick and then
relaxing again.  Even since she'd been eager to see a boy
from that angle again, bent over someone's lap, legs spread
and genitals visible.  She felt like she'd won the lottery.

Meanwhile, although Tommy was humiliated beyond belief, his
penis had a mind of its own.  Despite his fear of the
looming bare-butt paddling and the fact he was naked and
being handled in front of numerous girls, he was hardening
again, his penile shaft emerging from his body.  "He's
getting all stiff," Dot commented.  "It's, like, soft on the
outside, but all hard inside," she said, squeezing Tommy's
shaft experimentally.

"I want to feel it, too," several girls said simultaneously. 
Beth held up her hands.  

"You'll all get a chance to feel him in a moment," Beth
promised.  "Dot, you can stop now and let me finish the
anatomy lesson."  To Tommy's disappointment, Dot dropped his
half-hard penis, leaving it swaying between his legs.  His
sister wrote "shaft" along the length of his penis, this
flipped it up so it was pressed against his stomach and the
girls could see the underside.  "See how the skin under his
pee-hole is all twisty and knotted?  That's the spot that's
most sexually sensitive on boys and men," Beth said.  It
feels especially good to them to rub it against something,
like their hands." 

"Or the insides of our twats," one of the girls commented.

"Yes, they especially like putting their penises inside you
girls' vaginas," Karen warned.  "It's on their minds all the
time.  You girls have to watch out for that.  Boys will say
anything to get you to rub their penises or suck them or let
you put them inside of you.  That doesn't mean they believe
what they say, so you can't ever trust them.  But you have
to be in charge.  It's okay to rub a boy's penis for him if
you want," Karen added, pausing.

"Do girls really do that?  Suck boys' things?  With their
mouths?" Dot said with a note of incredulity in her voice. 
"Yuck!"

"Tommy's brother had to suck the dicks of the entire 4th
grade as a punishment a few weeks ago," Jessica said,
looking over at Chad.  "He had to suck each of them until
they came 3 times!"

All 6 Girl Scouts snapped their heads around to stare at
Chad, some with surprise, some with disdain or superiority. 
Chad blushed and looked at the ground.

"Lots of girls suck boys' dicks," Karen continued.  "It's
not bad if they're clean, and they really like it.  It gives
you a hold on them – they'll do anything to get you to do it
– buy you stuff, take you places, the works.  You want to
bring them in line, just suggest you'll take a few slurps on
the ole love pole and you've got them."

"But what do you do when they squirt their stuff?"  Dot
asked, intrigued.  "I wouldn't want that in my mouth -- it
looks like snot."

"It's not big deal," Beth replied.  "Just tastes kind of
salty."

"Doesn't it hurt to have them put their things inside of
you?" the blond girl asked.  "I can barely get a tampon in
there."

"It can hurt a little the first time," Karen admitted.  "You
need to do a lot of hugging and kissing and touching each
other before you let him put it inside of you for the first
time.  And a little extra lubricant can help, like K-Y jelly
or even your own spit."

"Or you could get a partner like Tommy's brother for your
first time," Beth cracked.  "He'd hung like a hamster – you
wouldn't even feel it."

Chad stared at the ground, wishing he was someplace else.

"Get on your back, Thomas," Beth said commandingly, pointing
at the ground.  "I'll need you in inspection position for
the rest of the lesson."  Tommy looked pleadingly at her,
then sat down slowly, lying on his back and then drawing his
legs up by his head and seizing them in each hand, lifting
his butt and spreading it so that his genitals and spread
butt were now the highest portion of his body.  His penis
pointed at his face accusingly.  That's the source of all
this trouble, he thought to himself.  If it hadn't gotten
hard when Jesse had been rubbing him, none of this would
have happened.

Beth leaned over his widely spread legs.   "This, of course,
is the boy's anus, or butt hole," she said, writing "anus"
along one side of the tensed, wrinkled muscle.  "It's where
solid wastes are excreted from the body."

"Where his poop comes out," Vanessa contributed.

"To put it simply, yes," Beth agreed.  "It really doesn't
look any different in boys than it does in girls – I'm sure
you've all looked at your own in mirrors at one point or
another."

"How come it's darker colored than the rest of him?" a girl
asked.

"It's the same color as his balls," Chad blurted, then
immediately wished he hadn't said anything, as all eyes
turned to him.  "Well, it is."

"You know, I think he's right," Karen said.  "At least, on
all the boys I've ever seen naked.  I've seen butt holes in
all different colors – my brothers' butt holes and sacks are
both really light colored, just a little pink, but their
butt holes do match their balls.  And I've seen boys with
brown holes, and their sacks are brown, too.  I bet, no
matter what the color is, it always matches."

"Lee, you know, the black kid in our class with no balls? 
His sack is dark brown, browner than his skin, and so was
his butt hole," Jessica said.  "I bet they all match."

"Why don't you show us yours, guys?" Vanessa said to Chad
and Gabriel.  "You know, for the sake of research."  Chad
and Gabriel looked at the ground, causing a burst of
laughter from the girls.  "I love it when they're shy,"
Vanessa commented.

"Let's get back to the lesson," Beth said.  "This space
between his butt hole and his balls, where you girls have
your vulva?  It's called the perineum in boys.  See how it
has this ridge running down the middle?  That's where he
joined together when he was still inside of Mom.  If he'd
have been a girl, it would have stayed apart like it is in
you guys."  

"My mom says that's my vagina," one of the quieter girls
announced.

"A lot of people make that mistake," Karen said.  "The
vagina is actually the tube inside a girl, where boys put
their penises when they have sex with you.  The external
genitals on girls are properly called the vulva."

"Sounds like a Swedish car," Dot commented, bringing a round
of giggles.  "They should give it a cool name, like
Mustang."

Beth carefully wrote "perineum" on Tommy, using the ridge of
raise skin between his legs as a base guideline.  Tommy
flinched at the touch of the pen, but kept his legs up in
position.

"The perineum is a great place to put pepper sauce when
you're punishing boys," Karen added.  "You ought to see my
brothers dance when my mom does that."

"Oooooh, can we do that to Tommy?" Dot begged.

"Actually, I have something even better," said Beth.  "But
first, I know I promised each of you girls would have a
chance to feel his boy parts for yourselves.  Tommy, stay in
position and don't move, unless you'd like to feel this
switch on your private areas.  You girls line up over here
and you can each have a turn examining him up close."  Tommy
stiffened but held on to his legs as the girls eagerly lined
up for their turns.  Vanessa had gotten herself first in
line.  She hunkered down beside Tommy's upraised butt and
reached out with a tentative finger to poke delicately at
the tip of his penis while Tommy watched her with distrust
from between his legs.  Next, she took the shaft of his
organ in her hand and gave it a tentative squeeze, and then
a firmer one, giggling when it jumped in her hand.  "You're
right, Dot – it's soft on the outside but really hard on the
inside," she exclaimed.  She traced her fingers down the
underside.  "You can see his pee tube bulging out the
bottom," she added, following it down to where his shaft
disappeared into his body.  She continued downward, nudging
each of his balls, then circling them with her fingers, and
finally isolating one and pressing on it.  Tommy tensed,
expecting her to squeeze any moment, but she moved on down,
lifting his sack a bit and examining his perineum and anus
from close range.  "I don't smell anything," she commented. 
"I thought, this close, it would smell, like, you know, like
poo!"

"I'm sure many boys do some of the time, especially if
they've just gone and they aren't big on hygiene," Beth
began.

"You mean if they don't know enough to wipe their own
butts," Dot interrupted.

"Just so," Beth said.  "This area on Tommy probably smells
like that sometimes, too." Beth said.  "But remember that I
washed him thoroughly before we started just now.  You can
touch it if you want, it won't hurt you.  Just keep your
hands away from your mouth until you wash them with soap and
water afterward."  Vanessa carefully moved her finger toward
Tommy's pursed butt hole, moving slowly like it was a snake
about to strike at her.  Tommy, under her scrutiny,
twitched, his butt hole tightening and pulling in on itself
briefly, then returning to its normal resting state. 
Vanessa jumped and fell backward, startled.  The other girls
burst out laughing.  "Careful, Vanessa," Dot said.  "It
might bite you!"

Vanessa looked over at Tommy, who shrank under her gaze and
looked away.  She turned her attention back to his genitals,
batting his hard penis to one side and watching as it swung
wildly back and forth and then settled down again.  Without
warning, she took her other hand and centered the index
finger on Tommy's butt hole, then drove it in all the way,
causing a startled gasp from Tommy, followed by a low moan. 
His erect penis jumped and he almost let go of his legs, but
caught himself when he spied Beth waving the switch near his
face.  Tommy's face contorted with discomfort as the girl
wiggled her finger inside him, poking that sensitive place
and making his penis jump each time she did.  He could feel
the liquid pressure building inside him as rubbed back and
forth over that spot, and the head of his penis swelled each
time.  He began panting with nearing orgasm.

"He's so warm inside!" Vanessa said.  "And look – I can make
his little penie jump!"

"If you keep doing that he'll probably cum again," Beth
observed dryly.  Vanessa yanked her finger out of Tommy like
she'd been shot.  Despite his chagrin and discomfort, Tommy
felt an overwhelming disappointment as the pressure within
him died.  He'd been so close!

Vanessa went off to the hall bathroom to wash her hand, and
Dot stepped up next.  Over by the fence, Gabriel edged
closer to Chad.  "How come his dork gets hard when they do
that?  He acts like he enjoys it," he said, puzzled.  

"I don't know," Chad answered.  "It hurt like a mother when
they did it to me."  The girls were surrounding Tommy, each
taking a turn handling him and sticking their index fingers
up his butt.

"It hurt me that way when that little fuckwad butt fucked
me, too," Gabriel said.  "I didn't feel even a little bit
like cumming."

They stood silently for awhile, watching girls manipulate
Tommy's dick and poke at his balls, with an occasional brave
girl plunging a finger up his butt to exclaim at the heat
inside him.  Tommy looked like he wanted to die on the spot. 
After awhile, Chad commented, "You'd better start watching
what you say around here, Gabriel.  I like you and I don't
want you to get in trouble with Mom or Beth, but they
absolutely won't let you use bad words like the f-word.  My
Mom will wash your mouth out with soap if you do, and she'll
probably paddle your bare butt, too.  So will Beth, if she
hears you."

"No duh," Gabriel said.  "I don't say them around her."

"What if you slip and do it some day, or think she'd not
around and she really is?" Chad asked.

"Then I get my butt paddled, I guess.  It wouldn't be the
first time," Gabriel shrugged.

They watched the last girl take her turn at Tommy.

"When do you think I'll get to paddle him?" Gabriel half
whispered.   

"I don't know," Chad said.  "I just work here."

Beth was calling for the girls' attention.

"Before we have my little cousin Gabriel paddle his much
older cousin Tommy, I have a special treat for Tommy. 
Tommy, you missed out on the cinnamon rolls for lunch, and
I'll admit that wasn't very fair.  So I've decided you'll
get your share of cinnamon now," Beth said.

From his position in inspection position on the ground,
Tommy groaned.  "Can I get up yet?" he asked.

In a moment," Beth said.  She pulled a small bottle with an
eyedropper in it from her pocket.  Taking out the dropper,
she leaned over and held it above Tommy's penis, the tip
lined up with the knot of twisted skin under his penis.  She
squeezed the dropper, letting a large drop fall on the knot,
spreading out and soaking into the skin.  She swiftly moved
the dropper until it was over the boy's tightly wrinkled
butt hole and pressed the bulb again, this time letting two
drops fall on their target.   She replaced the dropper. 
"You can get up now," she said.

Tommy started to look relieved as he let go of his legs,
then his face shifted and a look of consternation took over,
followed quickly by a look of panic.  He stood up quickly,
grabbing his penis with one hand, digging between his butt
with the other to press on his butt hole.  "What did you do
to me!" he squealed.  "My dick is on fire!  And my bottom!" 
He began dancing around holding his penis with his right
hand and digging into his butt frantically with his left. 
In desperation, he let go of his penis and spit on his right
hand, trying to rub spit into the tip of his penis while
letting out little panting whoops.   At the same time, he
pulled his hand out of his butt and spit on it, too, digging
back in again and trying to spread the spit on his butt
hole.  "It burns!" he wailed.  "It burns!"

Beth laughed, the other girls joining her as they watched
Tommy's frantic antics.  He hopped around them in circles,
alternately spitting on his hand and rubbing his penis while
digging into this butt with the other.  The Girl Scouts were
in hysterics over his actions.  His penis tip was an angry
red now where the liquid had landed, the head swollen in a
throbbing erection.  "Thomas Henson," Beth  said.  "You've
just been introduced to some of the wonderful possibilities
involved in the use of cinnamon oil on young boys."