Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 21
by Chadlad

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

* * * * *
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit
depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or
if such material does not appeal to you, do not read
further, and do not save this story.
* * * * *


Chapter 21:  Man's Best Friend

As it turned out, Gabriel's promise that Tommy was still
going to suck him "all day" starting with Sunday morning had
to be postponed a bit, because the next thing all boys were
aware of was Beth's voice calling, loudly and entirely too
cheerfully, "Wakey, wakey, scrotes!"  Chad blinked, his eyes
refusing to open in the brightness of the new day.  Beth was
standing between his and Tommy's bed in her thong and shorty
nightgown, the feminine orbs of her exposed butt facing
Chad's bed as she prodded the naked Tommy, exposed and lying
face down with his still welted butt facing upwards.  Tommy
groaned and rolled to his side, trying to block her poking. 
Dakota stood beside Beth wearing a long flannel "granny"
nightgown, her eyes darting immediately to Tommy's penis as
soon as he rolled over, trying to protect himself from
Beth's poking.  Gabriel stirred from where he'd snuggled
into Chad during the night, stretching elaborately.  Chad
was suddenly aware that he and Gabriel were naked as well,
with only his sheet protecting him from Dakota's eagerly
searching eyes.  To make matters worse, he had his usual
morning hard-on, a combination of pubescent horniness and
the powerful need for his usual morning pee.

"Hey," he said.  "Don't you girls know how to knock?  We're
not dressed, yet!"

"I gotta pee," said Gabriel, hopping unconcernedly out of
bed completely naked, his little penis also with a pee hard-
on and bouncing as he landed on the ground.  He dodged
between the two girls and raced out the door to the
bathroom, his little butt disappearing into the comparative
darkness of the hall.  Chad quickly pulled the covers that
Gabriel had yanked off back around him to hide his own
nakedness, but not before Dakota's searching eyes got a
glimpse of his erect member.  She looked Chad in the eyes
knowingly, letting him know she'd seen him in his what
little glory his small member could muster.  

Chad blushed and pulled the sheet more tightly around him. 
Beth was still prodding Tommy.  "Chad's right," she said. 
"It's time for you to get dressed, too.  I bet you've gotta
go pee so bad you're ready to wet yourself, and I'm not
letting you go until you put on the stuff I brought for you. 
Now get up and stand at attention by your bed."

Tommy, suddenly aware of Dakota's eyes, which were fixed
again at his crotch, tried to protect his genitals by
covering them with his hands and the rest of his body by
rolling into a fetal position with his back against the wall
and sliding to the far side of the bed at the same time.  He
looked at Beth with a combination of fear and suspicion. 
"What stuff?" he said.

"I said, stand at attention by your bed," Beth said evenly. 
Tommy slid even further to the far side of his bed and
became even more fetal.  

"What stuff?"  he repeated.

"Dakota?" Beth said, nodding to the younger girl.  Dakota's
hands came from behind her back, holding the flyswatter. 
Before Tommy could move, she brought it down on his exposed
flank, neatly smacking the side of Tommy's left buttock. 
She raised it, ready to bring it down again.  Tommy yelped
as the muscles of his left bun shifted from dull soreness to
sudden fresh pain.  He scrambled away from the swatter,
fleeing out the far side of the bed, out of reach.  

"I'm up, I'm up," he protested, still crouching and holding
his genitals, but standing on his feet.  The tip of his
penis protruded from the top of his clutching hands, as he
couldn't quite cover his erect penis and his balls at the
same time, and he elected to protect the latter.

"Get over here in front of me," Beth ordered.  "Straighten
up, with your shoulders back.  And put your hands on top of
your head!  You've got nothing to cover up, any way – none
of you little scrotes do!  Chad and Gabriel are even more
pitifully hung than you are, and that's pretty sad, but
yours is nothing to write home about, either!"

Tommy remained crouched on the far side of the bed, not
moving and trying to watch both girls at once.  Beth sighed. 
"If you will recall," she said.  "I told you yesterday that
you wouldn't be spanked at all today if you obeyed me
completely, and yet here you are, disobeying!  I guess I'll
have to hold you down and let Dakota warm your little heinie
good with the flyswatter!  How does about 100 spanks sound,
Dakota?"

"No, don't!"  Tommy wailed, hobbling toward Beth and
reluctantly releasing his genitals to put his hands on his
head.  His penis, now released, settled to a position
slightly above vertical, still swollen by the need to pee. 
He moved to the prescribed place in front of Beth, looking
at Dakota's flyswatter fearfully.  Chad noted, with envy,
that Tommy's balls, larger than his own, sagged manfully
away from his body and swayed slightly as he moved.  Behind
Dakota, Gabriel slipped back into the room, his penis now
soft and drooping over his little scrotal purse.  He reached
for the underwear he'd taken off the previous night and
slipped into them, then to Chad's relief picked up Chad's
and tossed them his way.

Chad's relief was short, though, as Beth reached out a hand
and snatched his underwear out of the air as it passed. 
"What have we here?" she said archly, holding his underwear
in both hands and inspecting them externally.  

"Come on, Beth, give them to me," Chad pleaded, pulling the
sheet around him more tightly.  Too late, he noted, to his
chagrin, that stretched out on his back his penis was making
a neat tent in the sheet, a tent that the all-seeing Dakota
and Beth both glanced at pointedly before looking back at
Chad's face.  Tommy, standing at attention, was ignored for
a moment.  Chad shifted quickly to his side, gripping the
sheet for dear life.

Beth held the underwear up for Dakota to see.  "This is just
what I was telling you about," she said to the younger girl. 
"These young boys don't have any sense of hygiene at all. 
Why girls want to get involved with them, I don't
understand.  You just saw Gabriel put on underwear he'd
already worn all day yesterday, and now Chaddy-boy wants to
do the same thing.  What do you want to bet that both of
them have skid marks in the back and pee stains in the
front?"

"I don't poop in my pants!" Gabriel said loudly, his dignity
sorely wounded.  "And I'm clean – Chad cleaned me up after I
took a shi—a poop yesterday, and I took a shower last night
after I made Tommy take me up the– after you went to bed,"
he said fervently, realizing too late that he was saying too
much, too crudely.

Beth seized on his words immediately.  "You made Tommy take
you where?" she said, wrinkling her forehead.

"Nowhere," Gabriel said.  "But I took a shower last night,
and Chad cleaned me real good yesterday!  I looked in the
mirror to see, because I was bleeding again, and he cleaned
me real good!"

"Come on, Beth! Gimme my underwear!," Chad pleaded.  Beth
ignored him, spreading his underwear open and examining the
inside closely.  "Fine," Chad said.  "If you won't give them
to me, I'll have Gabriel toss me a new pair."  He pointed at
his dresser.  "Top drawer, Gabriel."

"Freeze," Beth said, steel in her voice.  She frowned into
Chad's underwear some more, looking for a stain or a mark to
prove she was right.  She couldn't see anything – sure, they
smelled of sweaty boy, but that was it – no stains in front,
no streaks in back.  Disgusted at being proven wrong, she
threw them down on Chad's bed, where he snatched them off
and slipped them under the sheet, scrambling to pull them up
quickly and hide his still raging erection.

Beth turned her attention to Gabriel, still frozen.  "Take
'em off," she added, nodding at Gabriel's underwear.  "I
guarantee you're not as clean as you're making out." 
Shrugging, Gabriel slipped his underwear back off and stood
holding them, his little genitals flaccid, the tip of his
penis drooping to a point over his small bag.  Chad still
wasn't used to the pointy look of his cousin's flaccid
genitals, and he didn't like the open, gaping hole in the
end of the foreskin at all.   He looked away.  "Hand those
here, Dakota," Beth ordered.  Dakota set down her swatter
and reached over to take the small, white bundle of cloth,
holding it away from her body between thumb and forefinger
like it was contaminated.  Beth frowned into Gabriel's
smaller underpants, inspecting them carefully, hoping to
find a telltale stain to confront him with, at least.   She
got her face right into them, staring cross-eyed at the
inside of the seat.  "Aha!" she said, smirking and turning
the cloth inside out.  She pointed to a faint brownish
streak in the very center of the seat.  "And what is this?"
she asked Gabriel archly.

Gabriel shrugged, apparently unconcerned.  "Blood, I think,"
he said. "I am still bleeding a little bit, you know.  At
least I was yesterday."

Beth looked at the faint streak more closely, realizing that
it was indeed a dark reddish brown and probably was blood,
and not what she'd first thought.  She angrily threw her
cousin's underwear across the room where they collided with
the closet doors and landed near the corner.  Gabriel walked
calmly to the corner and retrieved his underpants, pausing
to slip them on again.  While the girls were distracted with
watching Gabriel, Chad checked carefully to make sure his
erection was under the waistband of his underwear and not
tenting them too prominently, then slipped quickly out from
under the sheet.  Skirting Beth widely so as not to attract
her obvious ire at being wrong about both of them, he raced
out the door and down to the bathroom.

When Chad returned, his genital mound now small and
indistinct, Beth had slipped some sort of padded slipper
socks on Tommy and was on her knees in the process of
adjusting protective kneepads over each of his knees.  His
erect penis bobbed in the air near her face, narrowly
missing catching in her hair each time she moved her head,
trying to make the pads line up.  Finally satisfied, she
rose, immediately and comically bumping the top of her head
into Tommy's rock-hard erection, which then trailed down the
side of her face before she could stop rising.  She flinched
away violently, as if from something diseased.  "Keep that
disgusting thing away from me!" she snapped, as both Chad
and Gabriel burst out laughing at her reaction.  She glared
at them.  "Sure, laugh, dickheads!  Maybe you want to join
Tommy and get the same punishment he's getting today!  Or
maybe I need to have Dakota give you each a good bare-butt
spanking."

"I'm not spanking Gabriel," Dakota said immediately.  

Beth glared at her.   "You'll spank whoever I say you'll
spank," she snapped.  "How do you expect these boys to
respect you if you wimp out whenever they need a lesson?"

"I won't spank Gabriel unless he hurts me personally,"
Dakota said.   "I won't, and you can't make me."  She
crossed her arms defiantly, and then looked at Tommy.  "Now
him, he was fun to spank, 'cause of what he did to my
brother.   I'll do it again if you let me. And I don't
really have anything against Chad, but if he does something
to deserve it like Tommy did, I'll help you beat him 'til
he's blistered all over.  But I won't spank Gabriel for
laughing just 'cause you got hit in the face with your
brother's dink!  Actually, it was kinda funny!  You shoulda
seen your face!"

"Look, I don't need a spanking.  I'm not laughing any more,"
Gabriel said.  "And neither is Chad."  He and Chad exchanged
sober glances, both immediately exploding into helpless
laughter as soon as they made eye contact, Gabriel actually
collapsing to the ground and rolling on the  floor as he
giggled helplessly, Chad fighting to stop laughing but
unable to do so.  Dakota began laughing, too.  Beth turned
to Tommy, clearly pissed.

"Put these on your hands," she snapped, handing Tommy
another pair of padded slipper socks.

"Why am I putting on all this stuff?" Tommy asked as he
dutifully donned the gloves, and the other three children
continued to look at each other and then roar with laughter
again.  

"I'll tell you when you need to know," Beth retorted.  

"I gotta go, too," Tommy said.  "You know, to the bathroom. 
I haven't gone all night!"

"Good," Beth said.  "That's just what I want –you needing to
go!  The sooner you're ready, the sooner you get to pee. 
Now face the wall and shut your eyes," she ordered.  Tommy
hesitated, about to ask what she was up to again.  His
bursting bladder silenced his protests, though, and he did
as she asked.  He felt her hands by his throat, then
something was placed around his neck and snapped in the back
with a metallic click.  It felt like a belt was enclosing
his neck.  

"Open your eyes and look in the mirror," Beth ordered. 
Tommy opened his eyes.  He looked at his image staring back
at him.  He was butt naked, of course, with just the pads on
his knees and the matching padded slipper socks on his feet
and hands, his penis painfully engorged and angled upward. 
Raising his eyes, he saw that a thick red dog collar now
circled his neck, a leash attached to it and looping down
into Beth's grip.  His heart fell as he grasped her intent.

"Now listen up," Beth said.  "I'm only going to tell you the
rules once.  Thereafter, each rule violation will be
punished swiftly and painfully.  Your name is now Tommy-dog. 
You will act like a dog in every way for the rest of the
day.  You will not stand up but instead will walk on all
fours everywhere we make you go.  You may rise on your knees
when instructed to beg, but you may not stand up.  You may
not talk from this point onward – if asked a question, you
will indicate yes or no by nodding or shaking your head. 
You will eat from a dog bowl I'll set out for you, and drink
from a water bowl I'll also set out for you.  When petted,
you will wiggle all over convincingly and wag your tail.  As
you don't have an actual tail, you'll wag your butt instead. 
If asked to fetch sticks, roll over, or do other dog tricks,
you'll comply immediately and enthusiastically.  You will
not use the bathroom or even enter it – when you need to
poop or pee, you can scratch on the door and whine to be let
out, and if we feel like it, we'll take you walkies.  You
will, like any good dog, poop and pee outside in the yard. 
If asked to speak, you will bark like a dog as convincingly
as possible.  If a anyone approaches you or wants to play
with you, you will act as convincingly like a dog.  You will
obey any instruction any person gives you unless I tell you
otherwise.  Got me so far?"

Tommy started to speak, then saw Beth's eager expression and
nodded instead.  This was bad, really bad.

Then it got worse.  "So why are you still standing up?" Beth
snapped.  Tommy immediately dropped to all fours, his penis
curving out underneath him.  "Better," Beth said.  "One more
word, then we'll give you some doggy practice before we
unleash you on the public.  Any hint of disobedience, and I
mean any sign of it at all, will be immediately and
painfully punished.  That punishment will involve you
getting a good swat on the old family jewels with the
flyswatter, as hard as I feel like swinging.  If I believe
you need a discipline swat, I'll give you the command,
'discipline position.'  When I do, you will stretch you
front paws out in front of you and then lower your head
until it is resting on them, while at the same time
spreading your back legs apart so your little bag is
accessible.  You will then remain in that position until you
have received your discipline blow, after which you may
comfort yourself.  I will decide how hard to swing based in
part by how obediently you get into position and stay there
until your discipline has been administered.  If you are too
slow getting into position, I may order you into discipline
position again after you've comforted yourself from the
previous blow and then give you another, so you'd best move
fast when I order you into position.  If at any point you
refuse to get into discipline position, I will merely spank
your bare butt until you decide to comply.  Any questions?" 
She glared at Tommy, who knew better than to answer.  "I
didn't think so," she snapped.  She stood there motionless,
waving the flyswatter and staring at Tommy.  Tommy fought
the urge to pee on the floor.  Time dragged on.  After a
bit, Tommy decided he needed to signal his need to his
sister.  He wiggled his butt vigorously, then waved his
right hand suggestively toward his groin, unable to point
because of the socks covering his hand.  He looked at Beth
pleadingly, whimpering and waving more forcefully at his
erect penis, jutting out parallel with his stomach.

Beth smirked in return.  "No walkies yet, Tommy-dog," she
said nastily.  "You can learn to hold it, like a good puppy. 
 "Now walk over to your brother and cousins and greet them
like a big, friendly dog would.  And make it convincing!"  

Moaning in frustration, Tommy padded over to the still
giggling Chad, Dakota, and Gabriel, and looked up at them,
wiggling his bottom a little bit to suggest a wagging tail. 
He brushed his head against Dakota's leg.

"What are you, a freaking idiot?" Beth snapped.  "You've had
lots of dogs come up to you – you know that isn't how they
greet people!"

Tommy looked back at her, puzzlement all over his face. 
Gabriel caught on first.  "Dogs sniff!" he said
enthusiastically.  "They smell you all over!"

"They sniff your butt," Dakota said.  "And sometimes they
try to hump your leg."

"No way I'm letting Tommy hump my leg," Chad said, taking a
step back.

"No, but you'll let him sniff your butt, 'cause otherwise
I'm going to discipline him with the swatter on the old
family jewels.  You got that, Tommy-dog?"  Beth said,
smirking widely now.

Tommy gave Beth his best pleading look, almost begging but
remembering just in time he wasn't allowed to talk and
converting his utterance into a series of pitiful whimpers. 
Beth waved the swatter in the general vicinity of his
scrotum, now dangling between his legs.  Tommy flinched and
started sniffling around Gabriel's feet, padding around him
and this shifting to Chad's ankles and finally Dakota's.  He
looked up at Beth for approval.

"Sniff their butts, dummy!" Beth snapped.  She waved the
swatter again.  Tommy jumped and lifted his head towards
Dakota's midsection, guessing where her butt jutted out in
the granny nightgown and sniffling there, trying not to get
to close to her actual anatomy.  He then moved over to Chad,
padding around behind him and moving his face in the general
vicinity of Chad's underpants-clad butt, staying several
inches away.  He gave a few sniffs he hoped were convincing,
then moved on to Gabriel's round little boy- butt.  He
shifted behind Gabriel and began sniffing again.  A sudden
sound like a flatulent trumpet erupted from Gabriel as he
did, and a blast of warm, fragrant air struck Tommy full in
the face.  Gabriel collapsed on the ground laughing as
Tommy, at first frozen in shock, fell back on his haunches
and began pawing at his face with his hands.  "Ahhhhhhh!"
Tommy squealed.  "He farted in my face!"  He began
sputtering and spitting, disgusted by the fact his mouth had
been open.

"Dogs don't talk, Tommy-dog," Beth said flatly.  "Ever. 
You've just earned yourself discipline for talking.  Get
into discipline position."

Tommy froze with his hands at his mouth.  He looked at Beth
and shook his head vigorously, trying to make her understand
that he hadn't meant to talk and that there was no way he
was going to put his head down, spread his legs, and let her
hit him on the balls.  Beth wasn't having any of it.  "Get
into discipline position now, Tommy-dog," she ordered.  "Or
I'm raising it to two swats."

Tommy began shaking all over, little moans escaping him.  He
settled back on all fours, stretching his front "paws" out
and trembling as he lowered his head.  He began shuffling
his knees apart, spreading his legs to give Beth her desired
target.  A jet of pee escaped his penis and arched to the
floor before he could clamp down and stop it.  Chad reached
for some tissues and started to get down to wipe the floor. 
"Leave it," Beth said.  "We'll deal with that later."  She
looked at Tommy, cowering on the floor, his butt in the air
and his legs spread so his balls swayed between them.  She
lined her swatter up and pulled it back.

"Come on, Beth!" Chad pleaded.  "Don't hit him there!  That
really hurts boys – a lot!  You could, like, permanently
hurt him!  He might not be able to have babies!"

"So who needs more Tommys around?"  Beth said.  "Besides,
I'm not going to smash them – I'm just going to make them
ache a little so he knows to obey next time."

"Can't you give him another chance?"  Chad pleaded.  "It's
hard to remember not to talk!"

"Do you want to take his swat for him?" Beth said.  "You
care so much about him, take his swat for him!  Go ahead –
take your panties off and get into position, and I'll swat
you instead of him.  Come one, don't be shy --  Dakota
already saw your little love nubbin in its full glory last
night when you were making Tommy slobber it for you – so she
wouldn't be seeing anything new.  You care so much about
Tommy, you take his punishment!"

Chad couldn't think of anything to say, so he looked at the
ground.  "What, you don't want a nice little swat on the
balls instead of Tommy?  Then shut up."  Beth turned to
Gabriel.  "How about you hot stuff?  You want to take
Tommy's swat on your little marbles instead?"

"Huh uh!  No way!"  Gabriel said.  "Go ahead and hit him. 
Hit him hard, for all I care."

Beth glared at all three of them, then raised the swatter
higher over the cowering Tommy.  To her credit, she didn't
bring it down all that hard or fast, but it landed with a
firm, dry slapping sound squarely on Tommy's dangling
package.  Tommy stiffened and all the color drained from his
face.  The he toppled forward, his sock-covered hands
reaching clumsily to clutch at his genitals as best he could
while suppressing a series of moans.  Beth looked at him
contemptuously.  "You're just like Chad," she said.  "A
little tap on you marbles and you go into hysterics."

"It hurts, Beth," Chad said sympathetically.  "You're a girl
– you don't realize how much it hurts."

"I don't care how much it hurts," Beth said.  "I just care
that he obeys me."  She nudged Tommy with a foot.  "Get up,
Tommy-dog."  She took his leash and pulled his head to one
side, over the wet spot on the carpet.  Then she dropped to
her knees and grabbed his head.  Forcing it down, she rubbed
his mouth and nose into the damp carpet, while Tommy
sputtered and wailed, trying to escape having his own urine
rubbed all over his face.  After several seconds, Beth
released him and took the leash again.  "Wipe that up," she
ordered Chad.  "It's time to take Tommy-dog for walkies!"

"Take him where?" Dakota asked.

"To the back yard, of course," Beth said cheerfully.  "Where
else do dogs pee and poop?"

Tommy started to rise, looked at the swatter, and settled on
all fours.  Had he heard her right? Did she say pee and
poop? In the back yard?   Tommy shook his head violently
from side to side.  Beth put her hands on her hips, still
holding Tommy's leash.  "You heard me!  I said you're going
walkies!  Outside!  You want to pee, don't you?  Dogs go
outside!"   Tommy shook his head more violently.  "Don't be
such a puppy," Beth added.  "Be thankful I'm not taking you
to the tree in the front yard.  I could, you know.  Do you
want to do your business right in front, with who knows who
watching?"

"You made me do it," Chad said.  "At least you made me pee
there."

"But I like Tommy better than you," Beth said sweetly.  "So
I'm not going to make himpee in the front yard this morning
like I did you.  At least, not this time.  I'll let you do
your business in the back instead."  Tommy still held his
ground, stubbornly.

"Told you I didn't hit him hard enough," Beth said.  "I
supposed I'll have to do it again, harder."

Tommy lurched into motion, clambering quickly to the door to
show his compliance.    Beth turned to the other kids.  "Get
dressed, the three of you.  I'll get my clothes and meet for
you in the downstairs hall.  We're walking Tommy-dog
together."  She yanked on the leash as Dakota headed out the
door to the guest room.  "Enough whining, Tommy-dog.  Come
along – I need to get my clothes and take you walkies!"

Urging Tommy along on all fours with brushes of the
flyswatter on his hindquarters, Beth guided him down hall to
her room, where she pulled sweat pants over her thong and
slid a shapeless long sleeve shirt over the shorty nightie. 
Then she urged him down the stairs and through the hall to
the back door in the kitchen.  Tommy was entirely too aware
of his exposed hindquarters, his penis bobbing against his
belly, his balls swaying as he clumsily walked along, his
crack spread wide and his butt hole obviously fully exposed
to Beth's gaze and still stinging from the swat she'd given
him.  She stopped at the kitchen door, where Dakota, Chad,
and Gabriel all wearing sweats on what was a chilly morning,
were standing, waiting.  Tommy padded eagerly to the door,
his need to pee overcoming his reluctance to venture naked
into the back yard.  He stopped at the closed door, looking
back at her.  He needed to go badly, now.  He almost
announced that fact, remembering just in time that he was
not allowed to talk.  Instead, he pulled at the leash and
did his best dog-whine, trying to pull her toward the door.  

"Gotta go, huh?" Beth said.  "Too bad.  You'll just have to
wait.  And you already know what happens if you wet on the
floor."

Straining to hold it in, Tommy waited, shifting positions,
while the other kids waited also, looking at him, Beth with
a smirk, Dakota with a superior expression, and Chad and
Gabriel with pity.    Tommy whimpered again, the urge to pee
all he could think about.  Beth frowned down at him.  "Too
bad you don't have a tail," she said.  "You really need one
to cover up all that nasty stuff.  It makes me sick just to
walk behind you.  I'll have to give that some thought."

Tommy whined more, pawing at the door.  "Does 'em little
doggy have to make wee?"  Beth said in an insulting sing-
song voice.  Not wanting any more swats, Tommy nodded
vigorously, dancing his hindquarters from side to side. 
"Does 'em have to make poo too?" Beth said, enjoying Tommy's
distress.  Tommy shook his head vigorously.  "Maybe we
should make him wait a half hour, first," Beth said.  Tommy
shook his head vigorously and pawed at the door.  He could
feel urine within him trying to force its way out.  "What to
you think, Dakota?" Beth said, looking her way for support.

"Let him go already," the younger girl said firmly.  "I'm
getting bored."

"Do we have to go, too?" Chad asked.  "I'd just as soon not
watch him go, if you don't mind."

"But I do mind," Beth said.  "I mind a great deal.  He needs
you there watching him to increase the embarrassment, and
you two need to be there so you know that this could happen
to you, too, if you don't toe the line."  Chad looked back
down at the floor.  Beth shrugged and opened the front door. 
A blast of cool air entered, and Tommy shivered as it struck
his naked torso.  But his pee urge was greater than either
the cool air or the embarrassment of nudity, so he clambered
out onto the lawn, eager to empty his bladder.  He headed
for the patio drain, but Beth yanked sharply on his leash,
urging him toward the open lawn where he'd been humiliated
in front of the girl scouts the day before.  He could feel
his balls retracting in the cold, the skin of his scrotum
wrinkling as it pulled his adolescent orbs in tightly to
protect them.  His penis remained stubbornly hard, though. 

"You're a dog, Tommy-dog," Beth snapped, urging him onward. 
"So act like one.  You've seen male dogs pee before.  Find a
tree or a wall and sniff it first.  Do it convincingly, and
if I'm convinced I'll let you pee."

His bursting bladder urging him on, Tommy padded across the
patio to the tree by the tool shed, sniffing the bark as
Beth had ordered, then moving his rear toward it.  He
started to spread his legs, hoping to squat backwards and
lift his front "paws" out of the way, kind of like sitting
on a toilet, but Beth nudged him with the swatter right
between his spreading buns.  "You're a male dog, dummy," she
chided.  "You don't squat like a female.  You lift your leg
to pee."  She gave him a gentle nudge with the swatter head
between his legs to drive home the point.  Tommy, now
blushing from head to toe with embarrassment, moved to a
position beside the tree and leaned over on his left knee,
lifting his right.  It was tough to balance in that position
– how did dogs do it?  He twisted his body sideways, trying
to aim his groin toward the tree.  He looked down his chest
– his penis was pointing entirely too parallel with his
stomach, making it a real possibility that he'd hit himself
in the chest or even the chin if he let go in that position. 
He arched his back more and twisted, making his penis point
more toward the tree, and rotated his body by lifting his
right leg higher, balancing precariously.  Beth and Dakota
watched him from between his legs, getting a bird's eye view
of his equipment and positioning, as Chad and Gabriel
watched more casually from the side.  Tommy's scrotum was
now extremely tight against his groin, his balls barely
bulging out of an extremely wrinkled sack, thoroughly
protected from the cold.  

Here goes, Tommy thought to himself, willing his sphincter
to relax.. His stream shot out, narrowly missing his chest,
curving down to splatter on the base of the tree.  He could
feel the spray rebounding, small spatters hitting him in
various places between crotch and chest.  He arched his back
more stiffly and tried to raise his leg higher, lessening
how much he was wetting himself only slightly.  He grimaced
and tried to hurry up, forcing the flow with his pelvic
muscles in long squirts.  The final squirt subsided into a
dribble and finally just a few drips landing on the ground
under him.  Liquid was flowing toward him as he dropped his
leg and he quickly retreated to a safer distance.  His penis
had softened during the process, and now hung limply between
his legs, swaying, the end still dripping slightly. The wet
tip felt cold, and he could feel himself shrinking visibly. 
Beth yanked on his leash.  "All done?" she said brightly. 
"Sure you don't want to go poo now, Tommy-dog?"

Tommy shook his head vigorously.  No way he was pooping in
the back yard in broad daylight with them watching him. 
He'd have to go sometime, he knew, but he'd put it off as
long as possible, and maybe be able to hold it until this
phase of his punishment was over.  He remembered all too
vividly watching Chad take a dump on all fours over the
patio drain with not just him and Beth but Jesse and the
Morton family from across the street watching.  At the time
he'd thought it was funny watching Chad squatting over the
drain with his butt up and his legs apart, making little
grunting noises as he voided himself.  Tommy had seen a
cigarette dispenser at a friend's house once that was shaped
like a donkey, and when you pulled its head, its tail came
up and a cigarette came out of its butt like it was pooping. 
His brother had looked a lot like that.  You could see every
disgusting detail of the whole process.  He had been
fascinated and revolted simultaneously as he'd watched his
brother, kind of like some of those accident videos on
Youtube that he'd seen at a friend's house, where you don't
want to look but you still want to see!  He vowed that he
would do his best to hold it if he killed him – the last
thing he needed was for Beth or his cousin Dakota to see him
doing such a humiliating thing!

Beth was eyeing his hindquarters from the rear, still
holding his leash in her hand.  "We'd best do something
about that dangling little thing of yours, Tommy-dog. 
Wouldn't want it catching on something or getting in the way
while you're out, and no self-respecting dog would let his
dork hang out like that.  Now let's see, what can we do to
change that?"  Beth looked thoughtful, then beckoned Dakota
over, whispering into her ear briefly.  Dakota smiled
suddenly, looking at Tommy with glittering eyes, then turned
and raced into the house.  Moments later she returned,
cupping something in her hands.  "Lower your head and spread
your legs, Tommy-dog," Beth ordered.  Tommy lifted his head,
trying to see what Dakota was holding.  Beth lifted the fly
swatter threateningly.  Tommy scrambled to lower his head,
looking sideways at them with his body making a triangle
against the ground, his bare hind end the apex.  Beth nudged
his knees farther apart until she was satisfied with his
position.  She smirked at his vulnerability.  His spread
legs and bent body fully opened his butt crack and displayed
his boy parts neatly, his now soft penis swaying behind his
wrinkled sack.  She waved the swatter by his face for
emphasis.  "Now hold absolutely still, Tommy-dog, unless you
want some discipline on the little ol' family jewels.  I
believe I'll give you two swats next time you disobey, so
you might want to consider that.  Dakota, he's ready."

Dakota come forth with her cupped hands, dropping to her
knees behind Tommy's exposed hindquarters and reaching
between his legs.  Tommy gasped as his genitals were
suddenly surrounded by numbing coldness – she had ice in her
hands!  Crushed ice from the refrigerator!  His scrotum
tightened with a vengeance, pulling his vulnerable testes up
against his body, seeking escape from the frigidity
enclosing them, but there was no escape as Dakota kept the
ice pressed tightly against his skin.  Tommy could feel his
penis shrinking, too, pulling into his body like the head of
a turtle into its shell.  Tommy shifted uncomfortably as
numbness spread across his groin.  Beth waved the swatter at
his face again with a stern expression, compelling Tommy to
fight to keep his legs apart.  His genitals were so cold! 
He started to shiver, his hindquarters vibrating first, then
shudders spreading through his whole body.  His balls were
completely numb now, and his penis felt like a tiny ice
cube.  He moaned, looking at Beth pleadingly.  Finally,
after what seemed like two decades, Beth nodded at Dakota
and she removed her hands.  Beth moved behind Tommy and
leaned over, examining the results of Dakota's efforts.

"That's better," Beth sang out.  "You look like a cute
little boy down there again, and not a disgusting,
perverted, butt-raping adolescent!"  She smiled at Dakota. 
"I've always thought boys should stay small and cute and
hairless like Tommy looks now – it would be an improvement.

Dakota didn't say anything, but disagreed strongly
internally.  Beth had to be nuts!  Who cared about the
little dinks on little boys?  Her brother's dink and his
little sack weren't interesting at all!  Now some of her
mother's boyfriends, that was a different story!  She almost
shivered thinking about her mother's last boyfriend, who'd
walk naked to the bathroom in the morning right past Dakota
with his cock standing hard and proud, projecting at least 7
inches in front of him.  She'd always wondered what it would
be like to take it in both her hands, to feel its manly
hardness, feel it respond to her stroking.  It looked so
dangerous, so big and manly.  Her brother's little dink,
although similar in shape and hardness in the morning,
didn't look the least bit dangerous – it looked cute, that
was all.   She eyed Tommy's now tiny genitals, shorn of
their hair and retracted into his body.  Beth was right, he
did look cute down there now, like a little boy.  But she
liked him better big and hard and with hair, looking manly
and vaguely threatening.

Tommy glanced underneath himself, up between the inverted
vee of his legs.  His genitals barely showed at all, his
sack a wrinkled darker patch encasing two bulges next to his
groin, his penis now pointing down like a little stump,
longer than Chad's button state but still with less than an
inch protruding.  Beth grinned nastily at Tommy's face
between his legs and then prodded his tight sack with her
swatter.  "Looks like Tommy-dog is getting a bit cold.  We'd
best warm him up—let's go for a run around the block!"

Tommy, shocked, shook his head violently.  Go around the
block?  It was Sunday morning!  Okay, it was early Sunday
morning, but still, kids would be out and about, people
would be doing things!  He settled stubbornly on his
haunches.  Beth looked exasperated.  "Look, I'll give you
two choices," she said, looking at Tommy with a glint in her
eyes.  "You trot nicely around the block with me and act
like a dog with everyone we meet voluntarily, or I swatter
the old family jewels until you change your mind, and then
you trot nicely around the block with me and act like a dog
with everyone we meet.  It's a simple choice.  Just once
around the block and then back in the house for breakfast." 
She turned to Chad and Gabriel.  "You scrotes go in the
house and put out the breakfast stuff," she ordered.  "Heat
up the cinnamon rolls from yesterday and put out plates and
juice and stuff.  We'll be back soon." Chad and Gabriel
shrugged and headed into the house.  Tommy watched them go,
until Beth raised the swatter threateningly over Tommy's
rump.  He considered, then started hesitantly for the side
path to the front.  Maybe it was early enough no one would
be out and see him, and he could get this over with.

And as he rounded the corner to the front yard, it did begin
to look like he was in luck.  He was getting the four legged
gait down pretty good, now, and no one was in sight in front
of the house.  He had to admit Beth had been kind in one
respect – the socks and knee pads helped a lot – he'd have
been beating his hands and knees raw by now without them. 
If he moved briskly enough, he might get back inside without
incident.  The three of them started up the street to the
left, Tommy hurrying as fast as he could hobble along on his
padded hands, knees, and feet, and Beth holding the leash
and walking along grinning, her shoulders back like the
proudest dog owner.  They neared the first corner, the
street still deserted, to Tommy's relief.  They'd duck
around the corner and he'd be Ό of the way home...

"My stars!" exclaimed a voice.  "What have you got on that
leash, Beth Henson?" an elderly but piercing voice exclaimed
from Tommy's left.  He jumped, almost rising before Beth
yanked his leash. 

"Heel, boy," she said firmly.  Tommy froze, turning his head
to look to his left.  Mrs. Raphael was standing on the other
side of a bush in her yard, dressed for church and looking
very prim and proper as she fussed with clippers and a late-
season rose, apparently seeking to add it to her ensemble.  

Mrs. Raphael squinted at him through her glasses.  "My
goodness, that's a boy you've got there!" she exclaimed.  "A
naked boy!"  She began walking around Tommy, looking him
over.  "This isn't the one we punished a few weeks ago," she
said, studying Tommy from behind.  "Not the one who totally
destroyed my flowers and wrote his initials on my new
sidewalk and teased my dog!"

"No, this is my other brother Tommy," Beth replied.  "He'd
been very naughty and so he's being punished.  I thought
making him a dog would take him down a peg."

"Well, these young boys do get high spirited at times," Mrs.
Raphael said.  "Boys in my day were the same way."  She eyed
Tommy's damaged buttocks.  "I see you gave him a good dose
of the paddle, too."

"Actually, I had his younger cousin do that," Beth said.  
"Tommy hurt him badly Friday night, so I thought it was most
appropriate."

Tommy shrank under Mrs. Raphael's gaze.  The woman was
looking right between his butt cheeks at his cold-shrunken
genitals.  "My stars," she said again.  "Manliness doesn't
run in your family, does it, Beth?  I seem to remember that
your other brother was equipped like a 5-year-old!  And this
one isn't much bigger!  I declare, there isn't a hair on
him!  And his little thing barely shows!"  She looked at
Tommy's averted face with pity.  "Those boys must really
take a ribbing from the other boys in the bathroom and at
the swimming pool!"

Tommy blushed.  He wanted to scream out that he didn't look
like this!  That Beth had shaved off all his hair and put
ice on him to make him shrink, and that his was bigger than
that of most of his friends, at least the ones he'd seen! 
But Beth would surely smash his balls with that swatter if
he spoke, so he bit his tongue and looked at the sidewalk in
front of him.  Mrs. Raphael was still talking with Beth from
her position directly behind him, acting like he really was
a dog and didn't care that he was being talked about.  

"This does take me back," Mrs. Raphael was saying, a dream-
like note in her voice now. "Ah, yes, it does take me back. 
Why, he looks just like my little cousin did when I saw him
get spanked for the first time!  That had to have been more
than 60 years ago!"  She contemplated Tommy's buttocks, with
the wrinkled, retracted scrotal sack and the tip of a
shrunken penis just barely visible.  "Yes, indeedy, he
looked just like this.  You know, that was the first time I
ever saw what a boy had in his pants, and it was quite a
shock at the time!"  She contemplated, caught in memory. 
Her cousin had looked very, very much like this boy
currently did, his bottom bent, his legs spraddled, his
genitals hanging out for her to see.  She felt a tingle of
the old excitement that she'd felt then, seeing a boy's
equipment for the first time, seeing his naked butt as he'd
squirmed and cried and begged, feeling the satisfaction that
it was his butt that was being roasted, not hers.   It had
been so very, very long ago...


  
TAA21_Tommys_Attitude_Adjustment_Chapter_21