Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 23
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 23:  Double Trouble

"Remember to take his pants down," Shirley called to her
struggling Aunt.  "And his panties too!"

"Shut up!" Jeremy said.  "Ma, make her shut up and go away!" 
He glared at Shirley, struggling with his mother. "Go away,"
he panted at her, trying to free his arms.  "We don't need
no dumb old girls around!"

His mother, getting even more fed up with his struggles,
yanked his hands violently back, making him wince and
cutting down his movement.  "No, I won't make her go away!"
she said to her son.  "In fact, I'm going to take her
advice, and take your pants and underpants down right now!" 
She circled his skinny body with her left arm, pinning his
arms to his sides and immobilizing his upper body.  With her
free right hand, she unbuttoned his play trousers and pulled
down the zipper.  Jeremy's pants, slightly too big for him
anyway, immediately sagged, revealing baggy cotton
undershorts that were gray with repeated washing.  Shirley
was disappointed – the boy's undershorts were so baggy that
she couldn't see anything, not even the outline of the boy's
bottom!

Jeremy renewed his struggling, grunting with effort to
escape and twisting his hindquarters wildly.  His mother
squeezed his middle harder and moved her hand to the back of
his undershorts, grasping the waistband.  "Noooooo!" Jeremy
wailed.  "Not my underpants!  Don't take down my underpants! 
Don't spank me bare!  It'll hurt!"

"Good," said his mother.  "You think you're so high and
mighty, maybe you'll remember it better if it hurts!"  She
gave his undershorts a mighty yank, slipping them all the
way down past his knees.  Shirley almost swooned with
excitement right there in the living room.  She could see
Jeremy's heinie!  The entire thing!  Bare naked!  She
feasted her eyes on the boy's small, plump, rounded orbs,
protruding sharply from the small of his back and then
tapering in a smooth curve down to where they made a crease
as they joined his legs.  She was thankful his shirt was
square-bottomed and a bit short, so that every part of his
backside from his waist down was now visible.  His bottom
flexed as he fought his mother, frantically trying to
escape.  Shirley shifted her eyes to the deep cleft dividing
the boy's buns, so similar to her own when she'd looked in
the mirror in her room.  Jeremy was struggling mightily now,
trying to free his hands and cover his bottom, his face
blushing with embarrassment at the realization that his
cousin was looking at his exposed buttocks.  

Shirley's aunt spoke up.  "Shirley, there's a big wooden
hairbrush on the dresser in my room – I may need it if he
keep fighting -- could you please fetch it here?"  Shirley
turned, then stopped and turned back.  

"Promise me you won't start until I'm back!" she squealed,
darting off.  Jeremy renewed his struggles, trying to get
free of his mother, while simultaneously registering his
dissent.

"Nooooo!" he squealed.  "You can't paddle me with the brush! 
You'll break my po-po!!"  

"I most certainly can!" his mother said loudly, as Shirley
raced back into the room, carrying the heavy brush.  "And so
help me, if you don't stop fighting me and take your
spanking like a big boy, I will!"

Jeremy's struggles died down as this information got through
to him.  The threat of a bare-bottomed spanking was bad
enough, he certainly didn't want to be paddled with that big
brush!  His mother loosened her grip as his struggles ceased
and hoisted him up onto her lap, positioning him so that his
bottom was hanging down her right side, his head and
shoulders down her left.  She took up Jeremy's arms, one at
a time, in her left hand and held pinned them against his
back.  Shirley stared, wide eyed, at the boy's rump, now
bent at a ninety degree angle over his mother's lap and
facing her straight on.  His legs were together, to her
disappointment, hiding whatever secrets he had between them,
but his buns had separated with bending, so that she could
now see, for the first time, details inside his butt crack. 
She sat the hairbrush down on the coffee table and moved
closer to the boy's rump so that she could see more clearly. 


She felt a funny, excited tingle low in her abdomen as she
examined his hindquarters, noting first the darker
pigmentation right in the center of his cleft, where
Jeremy's smooth skin gave way to a series of wrinkles
radiating inward, terminating in a tight little line that
was sunken more deeply into his cleft than the smooth
surrounding tissue.  That's his doo-doo place, Shirley
thought to herself, thrilling with the naughtiness of the
sight. She'd examined her own anus in the family outhouse
once, sneaking the little toy mirror mother had given her
out of the house in her pants, then placing it on the floor
of the outhouse and squatting over it, looking between her
legs at the side of her she couldn't normally see.  She'd
even tried making a doo-doo in that position, staring
fascinated into the mirror as the tight wrinkles expanded in
the center to reveal a pinker little O in the middle, the
tip of a brown mass appearing like magic and expanding the O
until it surrounded the exiting material like a child's lips
around a popsicle.  She'd jumped quickly onto the wooden
seat in the nick of time, the immediate distant plop telling
her how risky the whole endeavor had been.  

Shirley concentrated on the tight little asterisk between
the boy's smooth flanks as Jeremy wiggled uncomfortably over
his mother's lap, trying to ready himself for the stinging
pain that a spanking would surely bring, while still trying
in a falsetto squeak to convince his mother to relent.  The
first thing she noted was that where the wrinkles gathered
it was darker in color than hers, a light brown rather than
her light pink.  Briefly, she tried to picture this boy's
hole expanding like hers did in the mirror, doo-doo
distending it outward like little lips before falling off
and allowing the hole to close tightly again.  The mental
picture was a little disgusting, and yet made her shiver
with the naughtiness of it.  

The space directly under the boy's winking orifice suddenly
caught her attention, and her excitement rose again.  He
didn't look anything like her there!  As she'd seen in her
mirror, the space between her legs dipped immediately within
an inch of her doo-doo hole, forming the neat furrow that
continued up her front, a furrow she called her "tween"
because it was between her legs. But on this boy, there was
no beginning of a furrow there under his doo-doo hole at
all!  Instead, smooth skin joined together in a little
puckered line that disappeared between his tightly closed
legs.  He didn't have any opening there at all!  So where
did the pee-pee come out?  She wished he'd open his legs so
she could see the source of the mysterious lump she's seen
bulging out the front of all the boy's she'd surreptitiously
examined.

"Now try to hold still and take your spanking like a big
boy, Jeremy," his mother said.  "It's going to hurt a lot,
but you know you deserve it.  And if  you cooperate it'll be
over soon." Warningly, she added, "And if you don't hold
still, I'll ask Shirley for the brush, or I'll give you a
second spanking at bedtime!  Or maybe both!"

Jeremy tried pleading again.  "Please, Ma," he begged.  "I'm
sorry!  I won't be bad any more!  Please!  You don't have to
spank me!  Not in front of her!"

"Yes I do," said his mother.  "I should have spanked you
long ago, before you got so full of yourself!  I'll have to
make this a good hard one to make up for it.  Now try not to
be such a big baby!"  She raised her hand above Jeremy's
plump white bottom, and he cringed and squeezed his butt
together tightly, looking over his shoulder with terror-
stricken eyes. From the direction of the kitchen, there was
a loud knocking sound.  Shirley jumped in surprise, and her
aunt lowered her hand to rest on her cousin's bare bottom
and looked that way in frustration.

"That'll be Edith Weiss and her daughter Francine, I
expect," she said to Shirley.  "I told her that you weren't
getting on with Jeremy and she suggested she bring Francine
over.  
She's about your age, you should get along fine!  Would you
go let them in, dear?" she added.  "It will only take a
moment for me to finish up her with Jeremy once I get
started."

"Noooooooo!" Jeremy screamed, trying to launch himself off
his mother's lap.  "Don't let them in!  She'll see me,
tooooooo!"

"Now Jeremy, what did I tell you about holding still and
acting like a big boy?" his mother chided, yanking him back
into position and clamping down on his midsection with her
other hand to keep him from escaping.  Jeremy was still
protesting and his mother still struggling with him when
Shirley raced out of the room, determined to complete her
errand quickly so as not to miss anything.  

A tall, thin, dark-haired woman and a similar thin girl of
about 10 stood on the doorstep.  From in the living room,
Jeremy could be heard pleading, "No ma, please!  Do it
later!  Not in front of them!"

"Perhaps this is a bad time," said Mrs. Weiss as Shirley
opened the door.

"No, Aunt Matilda said to come on in," Shirley said.  "She
said she'd only be a moment.  She's spanking Jeremy's
bottom," she added, looking conspiratorial.

The thin woman and her daughter followed Shirley cautiously
through the kitchen into the living room, where Jeremy,
still with his pants around his ankles and his bottom bare
for all to see, had descended into almost incoherent tears
in his frantic begging.  All Shirley could pick out from a
rapidly rising and falling whine punctuated by snuffles was
the word "NO!" repeated in endless variants.  Shirley's aunt
looked up and smiled at the newcomers.  Francine Weiss' eyes
were as big as saucers as she took in the sight of the bare-
bottomed boy.  She quickly moved over to stand beside
Shirley, who had stationed herself once again where she
could look right into the boy's now clenching and twisting
buttocks.  Francine's mother looked apologetic.

"Perhaps we should come back another time," she said.

 "No, don't go," Aunt Matilda said panting a little with her
efforts to hold Jeremy.   "This will only take a minute. I
was just giving Jeremy a well-deserved spanking."  She
struggled some more with the flailing boy.  "In fact, I
could use your help in holding him."

Jeremy continued to squall incoherent protests, wiggling
about frantically but still, to Shirley's disappointment,
keeping his legs together.  Francine leaned over and
whispered into Shirley's ear.  "He's naked!" she hissed.  "I
can see his butt!"

"I know!" Shirley hissed back.  "Isn't it just the cat's
pajamas?"

Shirley had learned to call things the cat's pajamas from
the older girls at her rural school, and she loved the
chance to use the phrase here to show this new girl how
sophisticated she was.

Francine leaned over again.  "Did you get to see his
tallywhacker before he went over her knees?" she whispered.

"His what?" Shirley whispered back.  Mrs. Weiss, now
convinced that she wasn't intruding, had begun aiding
Shirley's aunt in "steadying the boy."

"You know, his tallywhacker!  The thing boys have between
their legs!  Did you see it?  How big is it?"

Shirley tried to digest this. "You mean his pee-pee?" she
said, trying to sound knowledgeable.

"Yeah, his pee-pee," Francine said, giggling a little bit. 
"If that's what you want to call it.  Did she take his pants
down first?  Did you see it?"

"No," Shirley said.  

"Too bad," Francine said.  "Boys hate it when girls see
their tallywhackers.  My older brother about has a
conniption if I get even a little glimpse of his.  Once I
walked into the bathroom and he still had it out of his
pants and he about died of embarrassment!"  She stared at
the trio a few feet from them.  Her mother was now holding
Jeremy's arms out in front of him, so that his own mother
could hold him steady around the waist with her left hand. 
She raised her right hand high over the boy's little rump,
as Jeremy struggled, looking fearfully over his shoulder and
clenching his buttocks tightly while continuing to sob out
protests.  "Maybe we'll get to see his tallywhacker when
they're done," Francine added.

Shirley's heart was racing as she tried to savor every bit
of this moment.  She stared at the boy's bare butt cheeks,
now clenched tightly in fear so that his doo-doo place no
longer showed and his buttocks made a white line all the way
down his crack.  This was real!  She was actually seeing a
boy get a bare-bottomed spanking!  Jeremy looked terrified
as he craned his neck to see over her shoulder to what his
mother was doing.  As Shirley watched, barely able to
breathe, her arm descended suddenly, landing with a sharp
smacking noise on Jeremy's defenseless left butt cheek. 
Shirley jumped at the noise, amazed how loud the sound was
of maternal hand against bare, unprotected skin.  Jeremy
stiffened, and Shirley would swear that she saw his eyes bug
out as his mother's hand landed.  He threw back his head and
immediately began to wail.  His mother lifted her hand
immediately and took aim, pausing for a count of 2 and then
smacking the other butt cheek as the first took on a rosy
glow in the perfect outline of a female hand.  Jeremy
responded to the second spank by kicking his legs
spasmodically and squealing, neatly stripping his pants and
undershorts off of his right foot as he did.  Shirley
watched, fascinated, as his legs separated for the first
time, revealing – revealing – she moved a step closer and
ducked her head to see better as his legs continued to kick
alternately with each spank, first exposing and then hiding
the spot where they joined as his mother continued to spank
him methodically.  With each kick the picture became clearer
to Shirley.  There was a wrinkled patch of skin that clung
where girls were split apart – where their tweens were, a
bulging, wrinkled patch of skin the same darker color as the
boy's doo-doo hole.  It protruded downward from between
Jeremy's legs, the wrinkles gathering to a center seam that
ran down its length, as if someone had taken a girl's split
and sown it together.  The wrinkled skin clearly outlined
round bulges on each side, roughly the size of marbles. 
They shifted inside the sack as Jeremy alternately kicked
one leg and then the other with each spank.

The bulging little lump looked kind of like a coin purse
she'd once seen, Shirley realized.  It had been a small
purse that had zipped down the middle, and the cloth hand
been gathered near the zipper so that it made wrinkles just
like those of the boy's little bulge.  In her imagination,
she pictured the coin purse with a marble stuffed in each
side – the resemblance in her mind with what she was seeing
now was uncanny.

By now, her aunt had given Jeremy at least 10 solid whacks
on his bare posterior and seemed to be just warming up. 
Francine's mother was holding Jeremy's arms tightly as he
struggled, and his mother had him firmly by the waist, so
all he could do was kick his legs and wail.  That, however,
he was doing with a vengeance.  His pants had fallen off of
his right foot entirely by the 8th spank, and his underpants
followed on the 9th, so his lower half was now completely
bare and his legs were completely unfettered.  His formerly
white bottom cheeks were rosy all over now, with blotchy
patches of red scattered around, mostly in the center of
each cheek.  Shirley kept studying the area between the
boy's legs, trying not to seem too obvious about it to
Francine and the two women, but hungering for a good look at
the wrinkled sack.  It dawned on her that she couldn't see
any place for pee to come out.

"I can't see his pee-pee," she whispered to Francine.  

"That's probably because it's too little," Francine said. 
"He's pretty little, and the tallywhackers on little boys
are much bigger than your little finger."  Francine squatted
down, looking up between the boy's legs.  "There it is!" she
said, pointing upward between Jeremy's thrashing legs.  "No
wonder you couldn't see it!  It's pretty small."

Heart pounding, Shirley squatted down beside Francine,
angling her head to look up between Jeremy's legs.  For a
few seconds she couldn't see anything, because Jeremy's
mother had just landed a particularly hard spank in the
lower center of his butt, and he was clenching his cheeks in
agony.  Just when Shirley began to think she'd never see
anything, though, his legs separated as his mother struck
the top outer section of his right butt cheek, causing him
to kick his right leg straight out while angling his left
and spreading his bottom wide.  The wrinkled sack with its
two marbles appeared again, more clearly visible from this
angle than before, and, just beyond it, swaying back and
forth as the boy kicked, she saw a little finger of soft
flesh that bulged at the tip like the top of a mushroom. 
Then the boy's legs closed again and she lost sight of it.

"I think I saw it," Shirley whispered excitedly to Francine,
waiting for Jeremy's legs to open again.  "It was about that
big!"  She held her fingers about an inch apart. 

"Yeah, it's a run little one," Francine agreed.  "My
brother's is a lot bigger."  Shirley stared intently,
waiting for Jeremy's legs to part and give her another
glimpse of the boy's mysterious "pee-pee."  In moments she
was rewarded, as Jeremy scissored his legs apart following
another particularly vicious spank at the base of his butt,
and for a second or two she got a full-on view of all his
equipment again.  This time Shirley noted more details – the
split in the mushroom tip that made a little slit, the
gathered wrinkles just under that slit that made a little
knot of skin.  Jeremy's legs closed again tightly, as his
mother landed two spanks in a row right in the center of his
little bottom.

"There," his mother said loudly, to be heard over his
crying.  "That's twenty-five!  I was only going to give you
15, but I gave you 10 more for fighting me rather than
taking your spanking like a big boy."  Francine's mother
released his hands, which immediately shot back to cup his
butt, as Jeremy arched his back and blubbered loudly.  His
mother continued lecturing him, speaking loudly to be heard
over his bawling.  "I'm sorry I had to do that, Jeremy, but
you gave me no choice!  From now on, if I say you're going
to get spanked, you can bet you'll get spanked.  And I think
all your spankings from now on will be bare-bottomed!  And
if you fight me again, you'll get spanked longer and harder,
just like you did this time!" She surveyed her handiwork
with obvious approval.  "Blistered you pretty good, didn't
I?"  She commented.  

She lifted Jeremy by his waist and placed him, howling and
holding his bottom, on the floor.    Jeremy began hopping
about immediately, still clutching his bottom and squalling. 
He twisted this way and that, seemingly oblivious to the
watching girls.  To her delight, Shirley could now see his
pee-pee from the front, as it bounced around above his
little sack with each of his little hops.  It did look like
a little finger with a mushroom cap on it, wiggling about as
Jeremy danced, his face tear-streaked and bubbles of snot
ballooning from his nostrils and popping against his
quivering upper lip.  His little pee-pee, only about an inch
long, bounced and jiggled, never holding still as he danced
and rubbed his bottom.  His little sack clung tightly to the
base of his groin, bulging out slightly just as it had from
behind.  His mother watched this performance for about 2
minutes before taking Jeremy firmly by the arm and marching
him across the room.

"Now into the corner with you, young man!  You can have some
time to think about your behavior and the spanking you got
for it!  And when your corner time is done you can apologize
to your cousin!"  She guided him into the corner of the
living room.

"No more rubbing," she chided.  "If it hurts, that's just
too bad!  Put your hands behind your head and leave them
there!"  She guided the bawling Jeremy's hands into
position, then stood back and surveyed the results of her
work with satisfaction.  The boy's posterior glowed red and
hot, splotches of dark red appearing here and there and a
neat line of little red blisters running down each side of
his butt crack.  He'd remember this one for awhile!  

Shirley's aunt and Mrs. Weiss exchanged pleasantries for a
bit with Jeremy's bawling for accompaniment, while Shirley
and Francine continued watching his antics in the corner. 
He was bouncing up and down in place now, his red butt
clearly hurting severely but obviously too afraid of his
mother to risk comforting it.  His bottom kept tightening
and loosening spasmodically as he shifted from foot to foot. 
Shirley moved to the wall where she could see at least part
of his front again, marveling at the odd protuberances boys
were equipped with.  

She was trying to picture just how it must feel to have a
floppy little thing dangling where your tween should be when
her aunt addressed her.  

"I think this would be a good time for Mrs. Weiss and me to
run down to the corner and talk to Mrs. Higgins about the
church social before lunch," she said.  "I know you'
probably rather not, but would you girls watch Jeremy for me
while I'm gone?  We won't be long.  All you have to do is
make sure he doesn't touch himself or leave the corner."

She looked at her son, now crying softly rather than
sobbing.  "Jeremy, you're not to move from the corner or
move your hands from behind your head while I'm gone.  If
you do, I'll paddle you when I get back, and I'll spank you
again at bedtime.  The girls will be watching to make sure
you behave."  She and Mrs. Weiss left the living room, and
in moments the kitchen door slammed behind them.

Francine and Shirley stood there for several moments, just
drinking in the sight of a bare-bottomed Jeremy facing the
corner, his red butt on display.  Jeremy's crying had now
become mere sniffles punctuated with hiccups as he managed
to control his crying even though the skin of his bottom was
burning like it was on fire and the muscles underneath were
aching something awful and hurt every time he moved.  Okay,
so he'd been stripped and spanked and the girls saw it all,
even his mickie, but he was determined to salvage at least
some of his dignity.  Francine looked at Shirley slyly.   
"Look how red and hot his butt looks," she said to Shirley. 
"I bet if feels hot, too!"  She took a step toward Jeremy. 
"You wanna touch it?" she said to Francine, giving her a
naughty grin.

Shirley realized there was nothing in the world she wanted
to do more at that moment.  She nodded to Francine, grinning
back.  The two stepped in unison toward Jeremy.  Jeremy had
been focused on stopping his crying, but as they approached,
Shirley's shoe squeaked it dawned on him what Francine had
said and his head snapped around so he could see them
approaching out of the corner of his eye. Francine reached
out and placed a hand flat on his right butt cheek.  Jeremy
flinched away, trying to press his bare privates into the
corner, out of their sight.  "Don't touch me!  Go 'way," he
hiccupped.  "Leave me alone!"  Now that he was looking at
her, Shirley could see that his face was red and puffy from
crying, and snot was trailing all down his face and dripping
on his shirt.  Becoming braver, Francine moved her hand
across his buns, fingering them more familiarly.  

"His butt's all hot and bumpy," she said.  "I guess that's
from the spanking!  Here, you feel him!"

Jeremy shook his butt, trying to shake her hand loose.  "Go
'way," he said again, this time to the corner.  "Or I'll
tell your ma!"  Shirley took a step back at the threat, but
Francine had an older brother and wasn't easily bluffed.

"Maybe we'll tell your ma instead," Francine said
menacingly.  "We can tell her when she comes back that you
left the corner while she was gone, and that you didn't keep
your hands behind your head."

"Yeah," Shirley said, getting into the spirit of things. 
"We can say you left the corner!"

Jeremy stiffened.  "You wouldn't dare," he said, but he
didn't sound sure at all.  "Besides, my ma won't believe
you."

"Of course she will," Francine said, stroking the other side
of Jeremy's butt and causing him to try to shake her hand
off again.  "It's two against one, and she already knows
you're bad, that's why you got spanked!"

"Yeah, she'll believe us," Shirley said, supporting her new
friend.

"Or we could say you called her a poop head," Francine said.
"I bet she'd paddle you if she heard you called her a poop
head!  Right on your bare butt!"

"Ha!"  Jeremy said.  "He'd never believe you.  She knows, I
wouldn't say that!  Because I don't say that word!  She
knows I'd say dooky head!  So there!" 

"So will say you called her a dooky head," Francine said
reasonably.  Too late, Jeremy realized he and kept his mouth
shut.

Shirley decided to get into the spirit of this with her new
friend.  "I know what we can do," she said.  "We can get
some water from the sink and pour it down his legs and by
his feet, and then say he peed on the floor to get even with
her for spanking him!  I bet she'd paddle him for sure if we
get that!" she said, giggling.   

"Yeah, that'd work," Francine said.  "But you have to pour
it in front of him and splash little bit off the wall.  He's
a boy, remember?  If he peed in the corner, he pee out in
front of him, not down his leg."  She grinned
conspiratorially at Shirley.  "In fact, that's a pretty good
one!  It sounds like something Jeremy would do!  His mother
would believe it in a heartbeat!"

Jeremy, standing facing the wall, with his little red butt
on display, was mortified.  These girls might actually do
it!  They might actually splash water on the wall and then
say he peed on it! And his mom would believe them for sure! 
She'd paddle his po-po until he was blistered all over! 
She'd paddle him until he bled! He wouldn't be able to stand
it!  The spanking he'd just gotten had hurt worse than
anything he'd ever felt, and it had gone on and on and on! 
A paddling had to hurt 10 times worse than that, with
nothing to protect sore little bare bottom from his mother's
big wooden hairbrush!

Francine detected the boy's distress and pressed her
advantage.  "So you'd better do whatever we say, or we'll
get you into trouble when your ma gets back," she said. 
"Everything we say!  Or else!"

Jeremy considered this.  He'd never thought his ma would
really spank him, let alone bare.  He'd never dreamed she do
it in front of girls his own age, or that he'd be standing
in the corner with his po-po and his boy stuff all sticking
out!  And now there he was, naked and at the mercy of these
girls, and still very sore from receiving the most painful
and humiliating spanking in his life!  And his ma had
promised him more, even a paddling, if he didn't obey! 
She'd probably would believe them if they said he left the
corner, or called her a dooky head!  She'd probably even
believe them if they said he peed in the corner, and showed
her it was wet!  He let out a sigh and slumped in defeat.  

Francine felt an internal surge of triumph. This was fun! 
"Go ahead," she said to Shirley.   "Touch it.  He has to let
you, or he'll get paddled!"

Shirley tentatively reached out and cautiously placed a hand
on Jeremy's left buttock.  He flinched, but didn't try to
shake her off.  Emboldened, she ran her hand over the
surface of his butt, noting that it was indeed hot to the
touch, just as Francine had said.  In fact, it felt to her
just like her own butt had felt to the touch after her own
bare-bottom spanking.  She wondered if it still stung as
much as her but had after her spanking.  She felt a brief
twinge of sympathy for the boy, who had suffered more than
twice the number of spanks she'd gotten.  Francine,
meanwhile, was thinking of what else they might get away
with.  

"You wanna see his butt hole?" she said to Shirley, a tinge
of excitement in her voice. "You know, where the poop comes
out?"

Shirley nodded, excitement rising in her.  This was all so
deliciously naughty! Francine put a hand on each of Jeremy's
buttocks and tried to pry them apart, while Shirley stuck
her head between Francine's body and Jeremy's butt, trying
to see up everything close.  Jeremy, realizing instinctively
what she was up to, did what any boy would do and clamped
his buns shut as tightly as he could.

"Open up," Francine ordered, prying harder.  "You've gotta
let us look, or we'll say you left the corner and said your
ma was a dooky head!"

Shirley felt even more delicious tingles at Francine's
daring.  She liked this girl!  Jeremy, meanwhile, considered
Francine's words, weighing the relative consequences. 
Should he let these stupid girls look at his butt hole, or
should he try to call their bluff and risk getting bare-butt
paddled?  There was no contest, of course.   The spanking
he'd just gotten had been the worst of his short life.  Each
time his mother's hand had landed on his unprotected skin
had felt like a squirt of fire, and the fires accumulated
until they were unbearable, and still the spanking had gone
on, for what seemed like 100 years.  Held down, he'd been
able to do nothing but kick his legs, and that hadn't helped
at all.  The surface of his buns still burned terribly, and
his whole butt ached inside as well.  Although letting the
girls see his butt hole would be embarrassing, running the
risk of getting paddled on his already sore butt was
unimaginable.  Besides, they'd probably already seen it,
anyway, while he was bent over his mother's lap kicking and
wiggling.  With rising embarrassment, Jeremy forced his buns
to relax, allowing Francine to separate them.  He looked
resolutely at the wall, his face bright red with shame..
Shirley leaned in, eyeing his now widely spread crack from
closer range than she'd seen it before.  Jeremy, to his
embarrassment, could feel her breath on his butt hole
itself.  He stared at the wall, completely humiliated.  How
had this happened?  How had he ended up standing here,
completely bare-assed, with girls his age staring at his
butt hole?

Shirley, meanwhile, was looking with a combination of
fascination and revulsion of what she thought of as his
"doo-doo hole."  The boy's anus twitched continuously as he
shifted position, the wrinkles shifting, tightening, and
relaxing over and over under her gaze.  From just a few
inches away, she could catch an unmistakable doo-doo odor,
faint but clearly present.  Looking closely, she spotted a
few smears of brown caught in the tiny wrinkles right in the
center line, where they all joined.  "He's got doo-doo on
him," she announced to Francine, making Jeremy blush more
deeply in shame.

"All boys have poop on them," Francine said dismissively. 
"They don't wipe good like us girls."

Actually, Jeremy Whitt was blessed with a superb digestive
system that was operating at a peak of perfection that he'd
miss as he got older.  Often he didn't bother to wipe at
all, his movements solid enough to plop obligingly out
without leaving so much as a trace behind.  It seemed too
much trouble to take the time to wipe his behind, when there
were kids to play with stuff to do.  He now regretted
neglecting the "paperwork" earlier that day.

Losing interest in Jeremy's less than pristine hindquarters,
Shirley stood up.  "Now what?" she said to Francine, who'd
moved her face in to study Jeremy's anus as soon as
Shirley's head had gotten out of the way.  Francine made a
disgusted noise.  

"You're right, he's dirty," she said.  "Just like a boy." 
She released Jeremy's hindquarters.  Jeremy stood stiffly
facing the wall, mentally willing them to go away and stop
tormenting him.

"Now we make him show us his tallywhacker," Francine
replied.

"NO!" Jeremy said forcefully, dropping his hands from his
neck and cupping his genitals to hide them as Francine
elbowed in beside him and pushed him partially out of the
corner to get a view of his front.

"You moved your hands," Francine said accusingly.  "Your ma
said not to move your hands, and you moved your hands!  Now
you're in trouble!"

"Your ma said she'd paddle you if you moved your hands,"
Shirley added.  "And you moved your hands! You're gonna get
paddled!  You're gonna get paddled!" she chanted in a sing-
song voice.

Jeremy clutched his genitals more tightly in distress.  "It
was your fault," he accused.  "You shouldn't be looking at
me!  Girls aren't supposed to look at boys naked!  "

"If your ma didn't want us to look at you, she'd have had
you put your pants back on," Francine said reasonably.  "But
you moved your hands, so now you're gonna get paddled!"

Jeremy thought rapidly.  "Okay," he said resignedly.  "I'll
let you look.  Just for a second.  But then you can't tell
my ma I moved my hands or left the corner."

Shirley was about to agree, but Francine held up her hand. 
"No, I don't think so," she said to Jeremy.  "I think we'll
just tell your ma you moved your hands and left the corner. 
Then she'll paddle you, and we'll see your tallywhacker all
we want while you're getting paddled and afterward, while
you're dancing around.  It'll be more fun to watch you get
paddled, anyway!"

Jeremy looked at her desperately.  He moved his hands,
exposing his genitals.  "Okay," he said.  "You can look at
it as long as you want!  You can touch it, even!  Just don't
tell my ma!"

Francine looked hesitant.  "I don't know," she said,
pretending indecision.  "Watching you get paddled on your
bare butt would be pretty fun."  She grinned at Shirley. 
"My brother got a paddling on his bare butt last month for
smoking!  A long one!"

"You got to see it?"  Shirley said, wishing she had a
brother so she could look at his tallywhacker and his butt
anytime she wanted to, and watch him get paddled.

"Naw," Francine admitted.  "They don't let me see what he
gets paddled!  And it's not fair, 'cause when I got spanked
last month, he got to watch!  Mom spanked me right in the
living room and she took my panties down and everything! 
But they don't let me watch him get spanked!  They say he's
too old!  I guess that's he got hair!  I can't wait till I
get hair, so they won't spank me around him anymore."

"Everybody's got hair," Shirley said.  "Except people who
are bald."

"Not on their heads, silly," Francine said.  "I mean hair on
their crotches!  Boys and girls get hair on their crotches
when they grow older!"

"They do?"  Said Shirley, who'd never seen anyone's bare
crotch but her own before today.  She tried to picture
herself sprouting hair out of her crotch and failed
miserably.

Returning to the previous topic, Francine went on.  "Anyway,
Pa took him to the woodshed, and they shut the door.   And
the window is too high so I couldn't see in.  I jumped real
high, too, but all I could see when I jumped was Pa's arm
when he raised the shingle up high before bringing it down
each time.  But I heard it.  The shingle made real loud
smacks on his butt!  And man, did he yell!  He was begging
and bawling like a little baby!"  She glanced sideways at
Jeremy.  "Kind of like he did."  

"It hurt!" Jeremy protested.

"He must have hurt more!  Because he couldn't sit down the
rest of the day – he ate dinner standing at the table.  And
he had to put down pillows and stuff to sit down for the
rest of the week.  He said Pa made blisters on his butt, big
ones!  He said they were everywhere, even his crack!  So
paddling hurts lots more than a little spankin'!"  She
turned back to Jeremy, who was still standing with his arms
dangling, his little tallywhacker dangling over his little
crotch bulge.  "I think I'll just tell your ma, and let her
do it, and then we can both watch!"

Jeremy's face turned white.  "No, please!" he begged.  "Go
ahead, you can look at it!  Touch it all you want!"

"I don't know..." Francine began, looking reluctant. 
"Shirley probably has her heart set on seeing you gat a
paddling."

"Come on," Jeremy said earnestly.  "I'll hold still and
everything!  I'll bend over so you can see my hiney hole
better!  I'll let you touch me anywhere!  Just don't tell my
ma!

Francine continued to look reluctant for a minute, meanwhile
rejoicing inside.  "All right," she finally said.  "But we
don't want to see your dirty old butt hole any more.  Turn
around and face us so we can see your tallywhacker!"

Relieved to have the threat of paddling removed from over
his head, some of Jeremy's color returned and he obediently 
turned to face the girls, keeping his arms at his sides.

Shirley had no standard for comparison, of course, but
Francine's first thought was that Jeremy's genitals were
indeed insignificant – as little as those on the babies
she'd seen being changed, as little as those on the 2-year-
olds she sometimes helped her mother care for when their
mothers were out to help make extra money for the family. 
His little penis was short and thin, barely a finger of
tissue that sagged over his little wrinkled lump of a
scrotum.  The head was prominent and well-shaped, but small
and round (Jeremy's mother had gotten him circumcised at the
hospital the day after he was born on the advice of her
doctor).  "I don't know why you tried to cover it up,"
Francine said dismissively.  "It's so little you can hardly
see it."

Jeremy almost protested that his was bigger than lots of
other boys he skinny dipped with at the swimming hole
outside town.  Before he blurted that out, though, he
considered, realizing that it was a lie.  He mentally ran
through the appearance of the boys he'd cavorted naked with
out at the swimming hole, realizing, to his chagrin, that
most of them did have bigger genitals than him, some much
bigger.  He could think of 7 and 8-year-olds whose little
mickies were smaller than his, but not any kids his age.  He
began blushing more redly as he realized that all those boys
probably had made smug comparisons with him over the last
few years.

To Shirley, this was a moment to remember for a life-time. 
She was seeing a boy's equipment!  Up close!  She eyed his
genitals greedily, taking in their shape and size and
texture, memorizing each wrinkle of his scrotum and each
curve of the smooth penis.  She pointed at the slit in the
tip.  "Is that where the pee-pee comes out?" she asked.

"Of course," Francine said with a superior air.  "Haven't
you seen a little boy pee before?"

"No," admitted Shirley.  "I've never even seen a boy's stuff
at all before!"  She looked up at Jeremy.  "You look weird,"
she said.

"No I don't," Jeremy protested.  "I look like a boy.  It's
you girls who look weird!"

"You don't know anything about girls," Francine said
accusingly, as Shirley kept examining Jeremy's penis and
scrotum and the fascinating way they jutted out from his
groin, absorbing every minor detail with her eyes.

"I do so!"  Jeremy protested.  "I know all about girls!"

"Oh yeah?" Francine snapped back.  "If you know so much,
tell us what girls have in front instead of tallywhackers."

Jeremy was silent for several long moments.  He actually
wasn't all that clear on what girls had.  He'd heard lots of
words for what girls had, but he hadn't really seen any.
Unlike girls like Francine, boys of his time virtually never
saw naked girls, even little ones.  They were not expected
to help diaper or potty younger children and indeed were
actively discouraged from being in the vicinity when those
things were going on.  He had seen a picture that one of the
older boys had showed them that supposedly showed a real
girl's stuff, but it was a blurry black and white shot, and
the only thing he'd seen clearly in it was an amazing amount
of hair.  He'd gleaned something from what the other boys
said, around him, though.

"Girls have cunts," he finally replied.  "Everyone knows
that."  Jeremy certainly had heard the older boys talk about
girls' cunts, although he had little idea exactly what such
a thing looked like.  He knew they didn't have mickies like
the boys did, or nuts, either, and for a long time he'd
pictured girls as being completely smooth in front, except
for a tiny slit to make pee out of.  But lately he'd come to
doubt this picture, because he'd heard older boys talking
about "sticking their mickies up girls' cunts," and that
meant there had to be some sort of tunnel or hole that a
mickie could fit into, and it had to be a pretty big hole
because the older boys had really big mickies.  For a moment
he wished with all his heart that the situation he was in
was reversed, and that one or both of these irritating girls
was standing in front of him with her cunt on display for
him to see.  He felt a peculiar tingle in his groin as he
thought about that, a tingle similar to those he had when he
had to pee, but more pleasant.

Francine looked at Shirley.  "You ever touch one?" she
asked.

Shirley looked confused.  "You have to to wipe it when you
pee," she said.

"Not your cunt," Francine said.  "Have you ever touched a
boy's mickie?"

Shirley considered that an incredibly stupid question.  "If
I've never seen one, how could I have touched one?" she
asked reasonably.

"In the dark," Francine said.  "Like at the movies or at a
church hay ride.  Or throught their pants."

"Have you?" Shirley said.

"Sure," Francine said.  "I've touch little boys' all the
time when my ma has me take them to the potty.  And I
touched Matthew Surplice's through his pants at the church
social last month, 'cause he dared me to.  It was pretty
big," she reflected.

"Well I haven't," Shirley said.  "Not ever."

"So go ahead, touch it," Francine said.  "He has to let you,
because he said he would."

Shirley got down on her knees in front of the boy to see
better, and Jeremy flinched involuntarily away as he reached
out hesitantly toward his genitals. He managed, somehow, to
hold still as her hand contacted him.  Shirley traced her
index finger across the ridge of the head and then down the
shift.  Emboldened, she ran her finger up the underside,
over the rougher wrinkles.

"It's soft," she said.

Jeremy gave a little jerk.  "Don't touch it so much there,"
he said, almost in a whisper, indicating the sensitive
underside.  "I don't like it when other people touch it
there."

"Why not," Francine asked.  "My brother says he'd love to
have a girl touch his!  He was saying that to Edwin Winston
just the other day! You know, the freaky little kid he hangs
out with from the other side of town?"  She grinned.  "It
was funny – 'caused Edwin said, he said, he said that his
own tallywhacker was so big a girl would need to use two
hands!"

Jeremy pulled up a mental picture of the mouthy and gangly
Edwin Winston, a kid from the wrong side of the tracks who
hung out with the trashy kids.  He'd seen the older boy at
the swimming hole lots of times, so could easily picture his
nude anatomy.  Jeremy realized immediately that Winston
wasn't bragging – he did have an impressive mickie for his
compact body, as well as a really bushy crop of hair above
it like the older boys.

Shirley, meanwhile, was ignoring Jeremy's protest, running
her finger down and the up the underside of his penis again,
enjoying the feeling of the knotted skin pattern there.

"Don't touch it there, it makes me all shivery," Jeremy
protested again, flinching again as Shirley started back
down the underside of little soft penis with a fingertip
while looking at it, cross-eyed, from about 8 inches away. 
"Come on, I don't like it when you touch it there."

Shirley, diverted, took the tip between thumb and forefinger
and lifted it, studying the underside, trying to see why it
felt so much rougher than the top.  She stared, fascinated,
at where wrinkles gathered to a point just under the tip. 
"If you squeeze the tip, the pee hole opens," Francine said
helpfully.  "At least it does on babies."

Shirley gently squeezed the head of Jeremy's penis between
thumb and forefinger noting that the slit on the tip did
indeed open into a little hole when she squeezed it.  She
squeezed it several more times, enjoying the effect.  Jeremy
contracted his pelvic muscles, making his penis flex in her
hand like a trapped animal.

"I'm sorry," Shirley said immediately, looking up at him. 
"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It don't hurt," he said.  "It just felt weird."  Shirley
squeezed the tip again.  Jeremy's groin muscles contracted
again, involuntarily.

"How come it twitches like that?" Shirley asked, squeezing
the tip again and getting another contraction from Jeremy,
along with another protest.  Jeremy gave a shiver that
spread through his whole body, shaking Shirley's tentative
grip off in the process. 

"Don't shake her off," Francine said chidingly.  "She can
touch it if she wants.  You agreed so you wouldn't get
paddled, remember?"  

"I didn't mean to," Jeremy said placatingly.  "It just gives
me the shivers."  

Shirley looked at Francine, who nodded encouragement.  "Go
ahead, touch him some more if you want."

Shirley reached over hesitantly, with Jeremy watching her
with a mixture of distrust and anticipation.  She ran her
fingertips down the side of his wrinkled little bag, then up
the other side, tracing the small satchel of skin.  The
little lumps inside moved as she did so.  

"What are those round things," she asked Francine,
indicating one of the little marbles by lifting it with her
finger and watching it shift in the sack

"I don't know, some stupid boy thing, I suppose," Francine
said.  "All of them have 'em, even the babies."

"Don't you know what they are?" Shirley asked Jeremy.

Jeremy didn't answer.  Oh, he knew what they were – they
were his nuts.  Every boy had nuts.  But right now he was
watching Shirley carefully, knowing all too well how
vulnerable those parts were to mishandling.  Shirley began
poking at his left little orb, watching in fascination as it
moved under the skin.

"Careful," Jeremy protested.  "You gotta be careful with
those!"

"That's true," Francine said knowingly.  "My brother about
has a cow if he gets kicked or hit there.  Boys are real
touchy about that.  My brother fell onto his bike bar and
landed on his when he was trying to jump over a can once and
about died!  He rolled on the ground hollering and clutching
himself for a long time!"

Shirley transferred her attention to Jeremy's penis again. 
"Hey," she said.  "Didn't it used to be smaller than that?" 
She poked at Jeremy's organ, which was now half again as
long as it had been.  It also seemed less soft and flexible,
and it was clearly standing out a bit away from the little
bag with the marbles in it.  She ran a finger down each side
of the now harder flesh, causing another twitch from Jeremy. 
His penis got a bit longer, standing out more from his
scrotum than before.  Shirley stroked it again, petting it
like a little animal.  Before her eyes it stiffened and
stretched out, until it was almost 2 inches long and
pointing slightly above the horizontal, bobbing a bit with
his heartbeat.  

"Hey, he got all hard," Shirley said breathlessly, squeezing
the tip and noting the firmness under the soft skin.  The
pee slit yawned easily when she squeezed it now that it was
hard.

"Yeah, boys do that," Francine said knowingly.  "Their
tallywhackers go hard and then soft all the time.  They do
that when they've gotta pee, and sometimes when they're
sitting on the potty grunting and trying to poop they get
all hard, too.  It's funny."

"Why  do they get different?" Shirley said, suddenly
realizing that she now understood the source of the change
in Stanley Overstreet's pants bulge.  "Why do they get
hard?"  For that matter, why did boys have tallywhackers,
anyway?

"I don't know, they just do," Francine said.  "'Cause boys
are weird."

Fascinated by this new toy, Shirley began stroking her
finger under the head of Jeremy's now projecting little
organ.  "I wonder if I keep touching it if it will get even
bigger," she said aloud to Francine.

Jeremy shuddered, overwhelmed by a mix of feelings. 
Sometimes when he was lying in bed a night, not sleeping, he
stroked himself like that, and his mickie would get hard
like it was now, and it felt kinda good.  But having this
girl touch it was a lot more stimulating, an overwhelming
amount more stimulating.  "Don't do that," he said, twisting
his hips to pull his penis out of her grip.  "I don't like
it – it makes me feel too shivery!"

In fact, Jeremy wasn't sure that was exactly true.  It was
true that the girl's touch was making him all shivery, and
it was embarrassing as heck to be standing in front of a
pair of girls, one of whom was in his class at school, with
his mickie all hard and sticking up.  But it had also felt
good, in a tickly, shivery kind of way – good in a way that
was too stimulating to stand, maybe, but good. He was torn
between wanting her to stop so the sensations would get
under control, and wanting to find out what would happen if
she continues. 

Shirley looked disappointed, but Francine stood her ground. 
"If she wants to touch it, you have to let her touch it,
even if it does hurt," she proclaimed.

"Maybe I shouldn't touch it," Shirley said in return.  "It's
all hard – maybe I'll break it.  Or maybe it'll explode."

"I didn't say it hurt," Jeremy said, missing her touch now
that it had been withdrawn and feeling he'd spoken hastily. 
"I said it made me all shivery.  Kind of like when you're
tickled, only kind of good, too."

Shirley pondered that, then reached out and squeezed the
mushroom tip of the boy's penis again, marveling at its
hardness under the velvety outer skin, and at the way it
swelled in her hand when the boy involuntarily tensed again. 
She stroked the underside with her thumb a few times while
pressing her fingers on top to hold it still.  Jeremy gasped
and his hips wanting to make thrusting motions with each
stroke.  The tip of the boy's penis swelled with each
thurst.  "That feels weird," Jeremy said suddenly.  "It
feels like I'm gonna pee."

Shirley dropped his penis like she'd been bitten, throwing
herself backwards out of range.  "Not on me," she said
hastily.  Jeremy's penis immediately longed for her touch
again.  

"I didn't say I was gonna pee," he complained.  "I said it
felt like I was gonna pee, that's all.  Don't worry, I
won't.  I don't even wet my bed."  This was true, but only
for the last year.  Jeremy, to his silent shame, had been an
inveterate bed-wetter through the age of 6 and an occasional
wetter through the age of 8 before gradually tapering off. 
He still felt the shame of it, primarily because his mother
had insisted on putting him in diapers every night, "just in
case."  Thus, every night he had to go through the same
shameful ritual of taking off all his clothes and lying face
up on his bed waiting for his mother to come and diaper him,
and the same utterly humiliating morning ritual of having to
wait in his bed until she came to remove his diaper,
reprimanded him sharply for being a baby and wetting himself
again, and then led him bare naked across the hall to the
bathroom where he had to submit to having his genitals and
butt thoroughly washed and dried.  He'd dreaded the
washings, because his mother, disgusted with his continued
wetting, had always been rough when washing him, sharply
tugging his little worm and squeezing his sack, then
scrubbing his butt crack until it felt raw.  He'd never gone
on a sleepover to a friend's house nor had a friend over to
his own for that reason.  His mother still kept the rubber
protector on his bed, "just in case."

Hesitant but still fascinated by the fascinating behavior of
this weird appendage boys had, Shirley reached for his penis
again, this time petting the top of it like an animal.  It
jumped under her hand with each stroke, and Jeremy's little
hip contractions increased.  This wasn't so overwhelmingly
stimulating, and Jeremy found he enjoyed it more.  "That's
good," he panted, sounding out of breath.  "It feels real
good."  In truth, it was feeling great – he'd never had a
feeling like this before.  It felt like his penis felt when
he had to pee real bad and finally could, only better.  It
felt like when you had the worst itch in the world and
finally got to scratch it.  He never wanted her to stop – it
was feeling more and more wonderful all the time.

The sound of the door latch and footsteps on the porch,
along with female voices, brought all three children back to
reality.  "Your ma's here," Francine hissed.  "Quick, get
your hands behind your head and turn around!"  His heart
thumping, Jeremy quickly planted his nose in the corner,
while Francine and Shirley dived behind the couch and busied
themselves with the buttons.  In moments, the two mothers
walked, glancing at Jeremy in the corner and the girls
seemingly playing casually on the floor.  

"Did he behave himself while we were gone?" Jeremy's mother
asked. 

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Whitt!  He was a perfect angel," Francine
said solemnly.  She gave Shirley a wink out of the corner of
her eye.

Jeremy's mother walked over behind him.  "Are you ready to
turn around and apologize to your cousin?" she asked
pointedly.

Jeremy, petrified at the idea of letting his mother and Mrs.
Weiss see him with a pulsing stiffy, tried frantically to
think of an appropriate response.  "In a minute," he finally
croaked.

"What do you mean, 'in a minute,'" his mother asked.  "You
can apologize right now!"

"Please, ma!  Just let me have a minute, and then I'll
'pologize," he begged.

His mother grasped his arm and yanked him from the corner. 
"I've half a mind to spank you again," she said.  "There's
no reason you can't..." she stopped as she caught sight of
her son's erect penis, pointing slightly skyward and swollen
larger than she remembered ever seeing it.  She'd seen it
hard in his toddler days, of course, but it had never looked
so engorged and, well, sexual before.  She remembered
immediately that boys get erections when they're about to
wet themselves.  "Do you need to go pee-pee?" she asked,
looking at her son searchingly.

"No," Jeremy said, blushing furiously at the fact the two
women were looking pointedly at his stiff mickie and talking
about peeing in front of him.

"Looks to me like he does," Mrs. Weiss said.  "Pretty
urgently, too."

"No I don't," Jeremy croaked.

"You'd better go, anyway.  Girls, you go with him and watch
him to make sure he doesn't try to rub his bottom," his
mother finally decided.

Shirley and Francine eagerly jumped up, Francine taking the
protesting Jeremy's arm and dragging him down the hall to
the bathroom, Shirley following eagerly.  Once in the
bathroom, Shirley reached over and opened the toilet lid,
leaving the seat down and waiting for Jeremy to sit down. 
Francine reached over and raised the seat.  "You really
don't know anything about boys, do you?" she said to
Shirley.  She pulled Jeremy over and lined him up in front
of the toilet, still protesting that he didn't really need
to go.  Satisfied with his position, she finally let go of
him, then looked critically at his penis, pointing above
horizontal.

"Don't go yet," she commanded.  She looked at Shirley.  "If
he goes now, he'll miss the toilet and pee all over the
wall.  You'll have to hold him down."

"What?" Shirley said.

"Point his tallywhacker at the toilet, so he doesn't pee all
over the place," Francine said.

"Why don't you do it?" Shirley said.

"Because I've seen boys pee before!" Francine said, as if
that explained everything.  "The little ones always pee when
you take their diapers off.  If you're not careful they get
you!  My ma got hit in the face once!"

Tentatively, Shirley reached over and took Jeremy's penis
between thumb and forefinger, forcing it downward.  She was
surprised how stiff it was and how it resisted movement. 
Jeremy had stopped protesting and stood there, staring at
her hand.  The three waited for a long moment.

"Well?" Francine said.  "Are you going to pee, or not? 
Shirley wants to see!"

"I'm trying," Jeremy said.  "It's hard to pee when your
mickie's got a stiffy!"

"Your mickie!" Francine said, laughing.  "You call it your
mickie!"  She doubled over in hysterics.   

"Why's that funny?" Jeremy said indignantly, with as much
dignity as a boy could muster when standing with his bottom
half naked in front of two girls, one of whom was holding
his penis.  "All the boys call it a mickie!"

Francine choked back her laughter for a minute.  "My Uncle
Mickey will be glad to hear that, I'm sure!" she said,
doubling over with laughter again.  "Maybe I should call him
Uncle Tallywhacker!"