Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 27
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 27:  The Nocturnal Activities of the Male Curtain
Climber

Shirley awoke with a start.  It was pitch dark in the room,
and for awhile she couldn't figure out where she was.  A
hissing voice startled her.  "Shirley!" the voice hissed
again, almost by her ear.  She almost squealed as a hand
grasped her shoulder.

"Jeremy!" she hissed back.  Gracious, he'd given her a
fright!  She'd almost wet herself!  Jeremy settled down
beside her, a vague shape in the darkness except for his
padded middle, where his diaper jutted out behind him making
his little boy butt more prominent, a much more visible
white in color compared to Jeremy's skin. 

"I gotta pee," he whispered with a note of urgency in his
voice.  "I gotta pee bad!  It's all I can think about!  I
think I gotta make a dookie, too!" 

"So go in your diaper," Shirley said sleepily.  

"No!" Jeremy said.  "Ma'll spank me!  You heard her – I get
15, bare bottom, if I pee, and 25 if I make a dookie!  And I
have to do both! And I don't wanna make a dookie in a
diaper!  It'd be there all night, all yucky and squishy. 
And my butt is really sore – I couldn't stand another
spankin'!  You gotta help me!"

"Help you how?" Shirley whispered, sitting up.

"Just take the pins out for me," Jeremy said.  "I'll sit
down and you take the pins out, then I'll get up real slow. 
That way the diapers will all stay together so we can pin
them back on again when I'm done just like they were before. 
I'll slide out that window – it has a screen that slides
open – and go outside.  Then I'll slip back in, close the
screen, sit on the diaper, you put the pins in, and I'll go
back to bed.  That way my diaper stays clean and I don't get
spanked, and Ma will never know.  And I'll make enough pee
by the morning that I can do enough to convince her."

Shirley considered.  "But what if I don't put the pins the
right way?  What if Aunt Matilda sees that you diaper isn't
on the way it was before?"

Jeremy thought.  "I know," he said.  "You come into my room
in the morning before her and take the pins out right away,
so it looks like you're just helping by taking my diaper off
for her.  Then it won't matter if you put it on a little
different, because you'll have it off again before she gets
in there, and she'll see it's dry, and then I won't get a
spankin'!"

Shirley considered some more.  

"I'll play with you all day tomorrow if you do," Jeremy
promised, trying to sway her.  "Anything you want to play! 
Even if you want to play girly stuff like house! "

Shirley considered some more.  "You'd play anything I want?"
she asked.

"Sure," Jeremy whispered fervently.  "Besides, you're not
too bad, for a girl, and a cousin.  And I gotta pee bad!"

Shirley considered some more.  It would be nice to play with
Jeremy, especially if he'd play what she wanted.  He wasn't
supposed to be doing this, of course.  But she didn't want
to see him get spanked any more.  She liked seeing him
naked, but she felt bad when he cried. And this way, she'd
certainly get to see him naked – he's have to stand up right
beside her when she took his diaper off, and he'd have to
let her tuck him into the diaper again when he got back. 
Heck, she could handle his mickie, pretending that it wasn't
fitting in right and had to be moved.  

"Okay," she said.  She could see Jeremy more clearly now in
the gloom – her eyes were adjusting to the dark, and he was
light-skinned after all.  He saw down beside her and she
leaned over his back, feeling for the pins and, with some
effort, managing to unclip them and pull them out.  Jeremy
carefully folded the top of the diaper down in back,
revealing his butt crack, and then in front, as Shirley
shifted to look right down the front as he did.  Her eyes
were adjusting well to the dark now, and she could see his
little boy pole thrust proudly upward, hard and straining,
just as cute as it had been when they'd diapered him a few
hours ago.  It had been hard then, too, as a result of his
mother coating it liberally with vaseline.  She felt a
stirring deep in her body at the sight, had a sudden urge to
reach out and give it a squeeze.  Jeremy stood up carefully,
his attractive little bare butt inches from her face. Even
in the darkness, the smooth curves jutted out, lean and
muscular, the dark crack splitting the two orbs perfectly. 
"I'll be back quick," he said.  "I'll just pee and do a
dookie in the bushes by the back."

Shirley stopped him.  "Wait," she whispered urgently. 
"You're going to do a dookie outside and just leave it
there?  Without wiping?"

"No one will see me back there," he whispered back.  "I'll
go behind a bush.  If anyone does see it later, they'll
think a dog did it."

She kept her hold on him.  "But what will you wipe with?"
she asked.

"Won't need to wipe," he said assuredly.  "I do dry dookies,
mostly.  They just slip out and I don't usually need to
wipe.  And this one feels dry.  Now leggo, I gotta pee real
bad."  He slipped off to the window, pushing the curtains
aside and sliding the screen noiselessly open.  His lithe,
totally naked body slithered over the edge and he was gone. 
Shirley sat beside the diaper for what seemed like a long
time.  She wished he'd come back.  What if her aunt got up
and found her sitting with Jeremy's diaper beside her?  She
tried to picture Jeremy squatting behind a bush, making a
doo-doo on the ground.  How would it feel to do that, she
wondered, out in the open with the cool night air around
your privates?  She'd feel too open and exposed to go, she
suspected.  But maybe boys were different because they
weren't all open between their legs like girls were.

Suddenly, Jeremy was back again, dropping onto his feet by
the window and shutting the screen quietly.  Shirley could
see better now, enjoying the view of the boy's sleek,
rounded behind as he put the curtains back in place and
padded over beside her, making no effort to hide his still
erect and jutting penis fro her as he walked.  Shirley felt
a tingle "down there" as she watched his little pole sway
from side to side as he approached.

"I went out under the bushes with the little flowers. 
They're low to the ground so no one will see it.  It was a
dry one," he said quietly.

"What?" she whispered back, not sure what he was talking
about.  

"My dookie," he explained.  "It was dry," he said.  "So she
won't see anything on me in the morning even if she looks
real close, and she'll never know, see?"  He turned, spread
his butt apart in the darkness and thrust it toward her.  

Despite herself, Shirley leaned in and studied his anal
orifice as well as she could in the semidarkness.  His tight
little hole winked back at her, dark in the shadows between
his buns.  She couldn't see any obvious smears, at least. 
She pushed on his butt.  "Get that out of my face," she
hissed, trying to cover up the fact that her cousin's body
intrigued her, made her feel all warm and tingly inside.  

He spread his butt wider.  "It's clean, isn't it?"

"I guess so," Shirley said.  "It's kind of hard to see in
the dark."

He turned his butt away from her.  His mickie was still
standing up, pointing now at her face just a few inches
away.  Shirley couldn't help herself this time, she reached
out and took it in her hand.  Jeremy jumped at the contact,
but didn't pull away.  He stood there, looking at her
holding him with a series, almost yearning expression, not
saying anything.  Shirley cautiously ran her fingers over
it, rubbing and stroking it and feeling it throb in her
hand.  Jeremy settled his hands on his rump and pushed his
midsection a bit closer to her in invitation.  Shirley
started to remove her hand.

"Don't," Jeremy whispered.  "Don't let go, I mean."  Shirley
hesitated.  "Please?" he added.   She could hear a note of
longing in his voice.  She gripped his pole again.  "Rub
it," Jeremy said.  "Not too hard, just kind of slow, like
you did with the Vaseline today."

Shirley began stroking the boy's rigid little pole, running
her fingertips around the bulging head and fingering the
shaft.  It began making little jumps in her hand,
accompanied by little clenches of Jeremy's butt and little
thrusts toward her.  Jeremy was making odd little panting
sounds now.  "I'm not hurting you, am I?" she asked,
continuing to explore his fascinating projection.

"No." Jeremy panted softly.  "Feels good."  He paused. 
"Shivery," he added.

Shirley continued rubbing his little pole, feeling it
respond in her hand.  Then, without warning,  two surprising
things happened.  Jeremy clenched his butt tightly and
thrust forward, making little grunting noises as his little
mickie jumped in her hand like a wild thing, like it was
trying to poke something,.  He let out a little squeal and
went rigid, the tip of his pole pulsing in Shirley's hand. 
And as he dropped to his heels and started breathing again,
the room was suddenly and shockingly flooded with glaring
light.

"What's going on here?" Jeremy's mother boomed.  "What are
you children doing!"  She took in the tableau, Jeremy out of
his diaper, looking flushed and panting, Shirley touching
his rigid little penis.  Jeremy's mother's mouth dropped. 
Color drained from both Shirley's and Jeremy's faces, and
Shirley dropped his mickie like a hot potato and scooted
back from him. 

Mrs. Whitt froze.  Shirley had been touching her cousin's
penis – had she been stroking it?  She almost thought, for a
minute, that the tip had been pulsing, that Jeremy had been
squeezing his butt tightly when she'd first turned on the
light.  No, that couldn't be – they were just little
children, after all.  He couldn't be capable of sexual
feelings yet.  She was probably just exploring again,
learning about boys the way she had as a baby sitter many
years ago, just seeing what it felt and looked like, that's
all.  No harm in that, and no reason to curtail her
curiosity.  Besides, little boys were too modest and
secretive these days, anyway.  And tthere were more urgent
problems to deal with, primarily why her son was out of bed
with his diaper off when he'd been ordered to keep it on all
night, and also how he'd gotten it off, and what he was
doing out in the living room butt naked.

"Jeremy, why are you out of bed, and why do you have your
diaper off?  Didn't I explicitly say you were not to leave
your bed until morning?"

Jeremy and Shirley looked like a buck and a doe caught in a
car's headlights.  Jeremy's little mickie was shrinking at a
rapid rate, trying to crawl inside of him, although the head
still swelled plumply on the limp shaft.  Shirley was
staring at her aunt with a guilty, ashen expression.  Her
aunt strode across the floor in her cotton shift, spying the
diaper on the floor, still sitting neatly arranged for
Jeremy to slip back into.  She looked at it, puzzled.  "How
did you manage to get your diaper off, anyway, young man?" 
She was certain she'd put the pins clear around at the back,
and angled toward his bottom to make them hard to reach.
"And why did you come out here to do it?"

Shirley tried to explain.  "Jeremy had to pee, and, and…"

Jeremy interrupted her.  "I took it off because it was
bothering me," he said boldly.  "It was rubbing against my
boy stuff and making it hurt.  I came out here so I could
see better."

His mother looked from one child to the other.  "So why does
Shirley say you had to pee?  Did you sneak into the toilet
while I was asleep?"

"No, Ma," Jeremy said quickly.  "I haven't been to the
toilet at all!"

"I see," his mother said, stepping closer.  "So, show me
where the diaper was bothering you."

Jeremy froze, not expecting this move.  "It's kinda private,
Ma," he said.  "I can't show you in front of Shirley."

"Nonsense!" his mother said.  "Shirley's seen you from head
to toe already, even your 
diaper area.  Now show me."

Jeremy thought fast, trying to think of what part he should
claim was irritated.  The problem was, because of the
Vaseline on him, no part of him was irritated, except his
butt, and that wasn't a "boy part," as he'd said.  He
finally reached down and pulled his miniature scrotum to one
side, pointing to where it joined his crotch.  "There," he
said.  "It was hurting there – it hurt so bad I couldn't
sleep."

His mother leaned over and studied his genital region at
close range.  Finally she straightened up.  "That's
ridiculous," she said.  "Your skin isn't irritated at all
there – it's completely white and smooth."

"Well, it felt sore," Jeremy said lamely and not at all
convincingly.  His face radiated guilt.  His mother narrowed
her eyes.  

"What's really going on here?" she finally said.  She looked
from Jeremy to the diaper and then back to Jeremy.  "You did
go pee, didn't you?  You had Shirley take off your diaper,
and then you snuck into the bathroom!"

"No, Ma!" Jeremy said.  "I didn't!"

"Then you were going to," his mother said.  "But I came out
before you got the chance!"

A sudden gust of summer wind made the screen on the window
opposite them rattle loosely.  Jeremy looked toward the
window guiltily.  The screen wasn't completely shut and was
flapping in the wind, now.  His mother stalked over to the
window and looked at it.

"Aha!" she said.  "Let me see the bottoms of your feet,
Jeremy!"

Jeremy tentatively lifted one foot and then set it down
again.  His mother strode back and snatched it up.  She
studied the grimy sole.  "Your feet are dirty," she snapped. 
"You were outside, weren't you!  You snuck outside to pee so
I wouldn't hear you!"

"No, Ma!" Jeremy said.  "My feet are always dirty in
summer!"

"Hrrrmph," his mother said, setting his foot down. She
looked at Shirley.  "Did you take Jeremy's diaper off for
him?" she asked.  "Because if you did, you're both in
trouble!"

"Uhhhhh—"  Shirley replied.  "I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?  It's a simple question –
did you or didn't you?" her aunt snapped.

"I might have," Shirley said.  

"No she didn't," Jeremy said immediately.  "I did it myself. 
Because it was hurting my boy parts, like I said.  Honest!"

His mother glared at both of them.  "And you swear you
didn't go outside to pee," she said.  

"I swear to God," Jeremy said.

"Is he telling the truth?" Shirley's aunt asked her. "Swear
to God?"

"I don't know," Shirley wailed, near tears.  The last place
she wanted to be was in trouble, but you couldn't lie if you
swore to God.  

Jeremy's mother glared some more.  "I've got it," she
finally said.  "I know how to prove if you're telling the
truth or not.  Come with me, both of you."  She took the
naked Jeremy and the night gown wearing Shirley each by a
hand and led them toward the hall and into the bathroom. 
Once there she snapped on the light and positioned Jeremy in
front of the toilet.  "Now I'll know if you two are lying,"
she said.  "I'm giving you three minutes to pee, Jeremy. 
You should be able to pee a lot by now,  I've heard how long
you can go when you get up in the middle of the night.  If
you didn't sneak out to pee, you should be able to go a lot
right now.  Prove to me you didn't sneak out.  If you can
pee enough to make the water yellow in the next three
minutes, I'm going to put your diaper back on and we'll all
go back to bed and pretend this didn't happen.  But if you
can't, I'll know you went outside, and the both of you will
be in deep trouble!"

Shirley's heart sank and Jeremy's face fell at the same
time.  There was no way he was going to be able to pee –
he'd just gone.  She looked at the floor in despair, while
Jeremy strained and squeezed and tried to force out enough
pee to be convincing.  After much effort and the consumption
of one of his three minutes, he managed to produce a dribble
that was little more than 4 or 5 drops.  Adding insult to
injury, the last two rolled off the underside of his penis
and wet down his fingers instead of adding to the color in
the toilet.  The water remained stubbornly clear.

"One more minute," his mother said warningly.  "If you want
to save your precious bottom, better hurry it up."

Jeremy squeezed his little butt with all his might, stroked
his penis with his fingers, and contracted his pelvic
muscles repeatedly.  His little penis ejected no more
liquid, though.  Finally his mother looked away from her
watch.  "So now we know," she said.  "Shirley helped you
take your diaper off and you went outside and peed somewhere
on the ground, then you came back in and got caught and lied
about it.  You did that even though you knew that you were
to keep your diaper on all night."

She turned to Shirley.  "And you helped him disobey by
unpinning his diaper, even though you knew he wasn't
supposed to.  I don't understand, Shirley.  Why would you
deliberately disobey me like that?  You're normally such a
good girl."  Her eyes narrowed, and she looked at her son. 
"Did you threaten her?"  she asked.  "Did you make her do
it?"

Jeremy looked at the petrified look of fear on Shirley's
face.  "Yeah, Ma," he said immediately.  "I made her do it! 
I told her I'd punch her if she didn't!"

Shirley's jaw dropped.  He was protecting her!  She felt a
rush of affection toward her cousin, though she didn't
understand why he'd be protecting her.  "But at the same
time, she felt guilty for letting him take her share of the
blame.

Jeremy's mother's face colored with anger.  "I am so ashamed
of you!" she snapped.  "You're going to get a big spanking –
no, a big paddling!  Right now!  I don't care how blistered
your bottom is from today!  You march your little fanny to
your bedroom and close all the windows and then lie face
down on the bed while I find a paddle.  I don't want your
crying to wake the neighbors when I come in to beat your
little fanny!"

Jeremy choked back a sob and rushed out of the room, across
the hall to his own, where he could be heard slamming shut
windows and then sobbing quietly into his pillow.  His
mother turned to Shirley.

"The nerve of him threatening to punch his cousin," she
said.  "I'm sorry if he scared you, Shirley.  You're coming
with me to watch me give him his paddling, so that you can
see that he's thoroughly punished and won't threaten you
again!"

Shirley felt terrible – Jeremy was going to get far more
punishment than he deserved, and it was all because he was
protecting her!  She took a deep breath.

"It's a lie," she finally said, near tears.  "What Jeremy
said.  It's all a lie.  He didn't say he'd punch me – I just
took his diaper off because he had to go and I felt sorry
for him."

"Then why did he say he threatened you?" his mother asked,
arching an eyebrow.  Many years later, Shirley would think
about her aunt every time she saw Leonard Nimoy arch the
same eyebrow on Star Trek.

"He's just trying to protect me," Shirley said.  "Because I
felt sorry for him and tried to help him.  He said he had to
go and he didn't want to get spanked, and I felt bad for
him, and I helped him," she added in a rush.

"I see," Jeremy's mother said.  She considered for a moment. 
"Come with me, then," she said.  She led Shirley over to the
hall closet, where she found a ping-pong paddle in with some
baseball bats and gloves on the floor.  She spanked her hand
with it firmly, nodded, and started across the hall to
Jeremy's room.  

"Are you really going to give Jeremy a big paddling?"
Shirley asked hesitantly as whey walked.  "'Cause that's not
fair!  He didn't make me take his diaper off – I did it on
my own.  Okay, he was bad to go out to pee and make a doo-d…
" Shirley stopped, realizing she'd said too much.  Her
aunt's head snapped around and she stopped walking.

"What did you say he did?" she asked sharply.

"N- nothing," Shirley said.  "Just that he had to make a
pee," she added lamely.

"No you didn't, young lady," her aunt said firmly.  "You
were going to say that Jeremy went out to do more than pee,
weren't you!"  She yanked Shirley through Jeremy's door and
shut it firmly behind them.

Jeremy was crying softly into his pillow, his still
blistered little red butt pointed at the ceiling, the room
warming fast with all the windows shut and the summer breeze
blocked from coming in.  His mother sat on the side of the
bed, pulling Shirley down to sit beside her and setting down
the paddle.  "Get up, young man," she said.  "On your feet!" 
Jeremy, still crying, stood up, holding his pillow against
his face.  His little mickie was now just a round little
bump projecting from his crotch.  Despite her fear and
guilt, Shirley felt a thrill of interest at how changeable
boy parts were.  Jeremy's mother reached and firmly turned
Jeremy around, so he was facing away from the two of them. 
"Bend over," she said.  "All the way."  Jeremy stiffly
complied, bending at the waist until he was clutching his
pillow against his legs, sobbing louder now.  His mother
reached over and put a hand on each of his butt cheeks,
spreading them painfully wide until the skin joining them
stretched white.  Shirley, standing beside here aunt because
she'd been yanked there, was treated to a bird's eye view of
her cousin's "doo-doo place."  The wrinkled little asterisk
was plainly visible in the harsh ceiling light.  His mother
leaned in to study it.  Shirley leaned in beside her to
study it as well, both looking for incriminating evidence,
Jeremy's mother with grim determination, Shirley with dread.

Jeremy's tight hole winked back at them, the darker-colored
muscle twitching in the room light but looking reasonably
clean.  Shirley restrained herself from heaving a sigh of
relief – Jeremy might get away with it after all!  

His mother continued to study his crack.  Suddenly she let
go of his right butt cheek and snaked her hand forward,
pinching something off of the mild bulge of the beginning of
his scrotum, on the smooth skin between his legs where a
raised ridge joined his butt hole to his balls.

"Aha!" she exclaimed, holding it up.  A petal from a tiny
flower was caught between her fingers – a fresh petal from
the flowers in the back by the fence.  Flowers near the
ground.  She waved the specimen in front of Jeremy's eyes,
which were all that could be seen of his face buried in the
pillow he was still clutching.

"And how," she said, waving the flower in front of Jeremy's
eyes, "Did this get between you legs if all you did outside
was stand up and pee into the bushes," she asked menacingly. 
"Have you started squatting to pee like a girl?"

"No…." Jeremy ventured, his voice muffled like by the
pillow.  "I mean, yeah, I did!  I squatted to pee so it
wouldn't splatter so much.  That must have gotten trapped in
there then!"  He looked at her doubtful expression.  "I only
peed, really!  I didn't do a dookie!"

"Straighten up and look at me," his mother said, sitting
back down on the bed.  Jeremy dutifully straightened up and
turned to face them.  Shirley noticed his little mickie was
now just a tiny lump with a little slit in the bottom of the
tip, almost not projecting at all.  The little sack with the
two marbles in it was pulled up as well, the marbles
outlined against his groin.  He had trouble meeting his
mother's eyes.

"Now I'm going to ask you once again what I asked you
before, and I want you to think before you answer this time. 
You've already admitted you took off your diaper and went
outside to pee, so you're already getting a punished for
that, and that punishment will be a paddling because you
admitted as well that you threatened your cousin so she'd
help you."

"But he didn't threaten me," Shirley said.  "I offered to
help him!"

"Really," her aunt said.  She made it sound like a statement
instead of a question.  "If that's true, then, Jeremy still
deserves a big spanking for disobeying me and going outside
to pee, and you deserve a spanking as well for helping him. 
So which is it, Shirley?  Does Jeremy deserve a paddling for
threatening to hurt you as well as disobeying, or do I spank
both of you?"

Jeremy started to speak, but his mother looked at him
warningly.  A flash of fear shot through Shirley.  If she
told the truth, she'd get a spankin'!  She was terribly
afraid of spankin's, and getting one from her aunt would be
doubly humiliating.  But she couldn't let Jeremy take all
the blame.  

"I don't want a spankin'," she wailed.  

"Did you help him on your own?" her aunt asked.

"Y-yes," Shirley admitted.

"Then you're getting one."  Shirley bit her lip and blinked
back the beginning of tears.  Her aunt went on briskly. 
"Now that that's settled, let's get back to Jeremy's
behavior.  You're already getting spanked for taking your
diaper off and peeing outside.  But now I'm going to ask you
if you went number 2 outside, too, like some disgusting
animal.  Because if you did, you'll be in a lot bigger
trouble."

"I didn't…" Jeremy started, but his mother put a hand over
his mouth and shushed him.  

"Watch how you answer, young man," she said sternly. 
"Because if you did go number 2 outside, I'd have no choice
but to paddle you after you're done crying from your
spanking.  But if you lie about it and I find out, I'll
blister your little bottom with you belt instead!"

Jeremy blanched, his thoughts racing.  If his mother went
outside to the back, she could easily find the evidence of
his misbehavior, especially now that she knew where to look. 
And she just might!  She very well might put on her ratty
old pink chenille housecoat and go outside to check it out. 
She might even make him go with her, butt naked!  He tried
to imaging a whipping with his thick leather belt on his
bare skin.  He practically was shaking with fear.  In fact,
he would have peed all over the floor in fright at that
moment if he hadn't been drained dry just moments before. 
As it was, he merely dribbled a few drops discretely onto
himself, the few beads of moisture slipping out the tip of
his mickie and wetting his genitals.  "Yes," he finally
choked out.  "I did a dookie outside."

"Thank you for telling me the truth, Jeremy," his mother
said.  "Tomorrow morning we'll go outside and clean up your
mess.  First, though, I need to deal with you two and your
uncivilized behavior."

A fresh shot of fear coursed through Shirley.  "You two"
meant both of them!  She was gonna get a spanking!  She
didn't know what kind of a spanking, yet, how hard and how
long it would be, and whether it would be on the seat of her
panties or bare, and whether it would be done in private or
in Jeremy's presence, but there was no doubt she was getting
spanked!  And Jeremy!  Poor Jeremy!  His ma had said he was
getting paddled!  And he is would definitely be on his bare
rump, his poor, already blistered, already sore bare rump,
because he had not clothing on to remove.  She stopped
feeling sorry for herself.  A spanking would hurt a lot,
especially if it was on the bare, and it would be
embarrassing of Jeremy was watching, it would be nothing
compared what Jeremy was looking forward to!  No wonder he
had started crying again!  She looked across at her cousin,
completely naked, his fascinating little-boy apparatus still
trying to shrink into his body.  He was so scared!  And his
little butt was already blistered!  She was flooded with
empathy, and that empathy caused determination swept through
her at that moment.

"Aunt Matilda," she said loudly, before she could change her
mind.  "Would you please paddle me instead of Jeremy?  It's
my fault he got in trouble, not his!  It was all my idea!  I
told them I can take his diaper off and put it back on so
you would never know, and I told him to go out the window,
and I told him to pee and do a do-do in the yard and, all of
it!  So he should just get a spanking, and I should get the
spanking and the paddling!"

"Really?" her aunt said, arching an eyebrow again.  "All
your idea, you say?  Is this true, Jeremy?"  she asked. 

Jeremy stared at his cousin in surprise.  She was willing to
take his paddling for him?  Paddlings hurt!  They hurt so
bad they made spankings seem like nothing!  He had been
beside himself with fear, when his mother had announced he
was to be paddled!  His afternoon paddling on the front lawn
was still fresh in his mind, the unimaginable white hot pain
on his bare skin, the humiliation of being naked in front of
everyone, the long period of crying afterward, accompanied
by the little spanking dance that you didn't want to do but
couldn't stop yourself from doing!  And she was willing to
take that for him?  He thought about Jeffrey Madison, his
closest friend of all the boys.  No way Jeffrey would ever
take a paddling for him!  Jeffrey would be pointing at
Jeremy and saying it was all his fault, every bit of it, had
he been in Shirley's shoes!  He felt a sudden warmth for
this cousin that he hardly knew.  He'd been so mean to her
that morning.  A flood of shame ran through him.  He
sniffled, forcing back the lump in his throat to answer. 
"It was my idea, Ma," he insisted.  "She's just trying to
protect me – you should give me her spankin' instead."

"You want two spankings and a paddling?" his mother asked,
arching that brow again.

"NO!" Shirley exclaimed.  "NO, JEREMY!"  She looked at her
aunt.  "He's just trying to protect me," Shirley said.  "It
was all my idea, every bit of it!  Jeremy shouldn't even be
spanked at all, let alone paddled!"

Jeremy's mother rolled her eyes.  "That's a little bit hard
to accept, Shirley," she said.  "After all, he's the one who
did the peeing and pooping.  You can't very well argue that
you did that, too!"

"Only because I told him to!" Shirley insisted.  "So it's
mostly my fault!"

"That's enough," Jeremy's mother said.  "Since you've both
been naughty little brats, and you both insist on taking
each other's spankings, I'll grant both your wishes.  You,
Jeremy, can have half of Shirley's spanking, and you,
Shirley, will get half of Jeremy's.  And the two of you can
share Jeremy's paddling.  Now I don't want to hear another
word from the two of you except 'yes, ma'am' from now until
tomorrow morning, is that clear?  I'm done arguing and ready
to start disciplining!"

She looked at the two of them expectantly.  "Yes, ma'am,"
both said simultaneously aftr a moment's hesitation.  

"Good," Jeremy's mother said.  She settled more comfortably
on the bed.  "Then let's get started.  I'm going to
administer your two shared spankings as one big spanking, 15
on each side of your bottoms.  Then I'll give you a bit to
get your crying under control and calm down, and after than
I'll give you your shared paddling.  As it wouldn't be fair
to make one of you wait while I paddle the other, you'll
both go over my lap side by side and be spanked
simultaneously. 

Then she said the thing Shirley had been dreading, and that
sent a shiver through her for years afterward every time she
recalled that moment.  "And Shirley, as you're sharing
Jeremy's punishments, it's only fair that you receive them
the same way Jeremy is receiving his."  She indicated
Jeremy's total nudity with a sweep of her hand.  Shirley
followed her gesture, taking in one again the strangeness of
boy anatomy, all that stuff attached to Jeremy's front, like
pieces put on a clay model as an afterthought.   "Take your
nightie off now, dear, and give it to me, so we can get
started with your spankings."

Shirley started to tremble at the words, "take your nightie
off," and "get started with your spankings."  They were
gonna get spanked right now!  Her little butt twitched in
anticipation of the stinging pain that it would, she was
sure, be experiencing in moments.  With shaking hands, she
gripped the bottom of her nightie and pulled it over her
head.  As she was still a little girl, with a chest
identical to that of any boy, she wasn't worried about
exposing it to Jeremy's gaze, but the fear of the spanking
and paddling she'd talked her way into made her continue to
shake as she handed her nightie to her aunt.  Her aunt gazed
down her body.  "Now your underpanties," she said.  "Jeremy
is completely naked for his spanking, so you must be, also."

Shirley's heart sank.  She was going to have to take off her
panties!  Jeremy would see her bare bottom!  And her tween! 
She looked at her aunt's face plaintively, but her aunt
merely tightened her lips and pointed at the offending
panties.  Beginning a blush that spread quickly down her
face to her neck, Shirley reached with trembling hands for
the waistband of her well-worn panties and slid them off,
letting them fall to her ankles, then stepping out of them
one foot at a time and bending to retrieve them.  She handed
them to her aunt, then noticed that Jeremy was looking
directly at her crotch with avid interest and perhaps even a
mild amount of shock..  Quickly she clapped both hands over
her tween to hide his gaze.  

Her aunt said nothing about her trying to cover up, merely
folding her clothing and setting it on the bed, then looking
at the two of the expectantly.  "Climb on up and get into
position," she said sternly.  "Side by side with your heads
facing this way."  She pointed to her left, so her strong
right hand could do the work on their bare bottoms.

Jeremy, his little mickie barely protruding,  protested
Shirley's state. "Ma, she's covering  herself up!  It's not
fair!  You didn't let me cover myself up!"

"She's a girl, Jeremy," his mother said calmly.  "Little
boys like you shouldn't be so modest – after all, women and
girls take care of all of you when you're babies and
toddles, clean your dirty bottoms and wash your boy parts
and potty train you, and they see everything you've got
then.  And frankly, what you've got hasn't changed much
since then, so there's no reason to hide it."

Jeremy blushed at her comments on the diminutive state of
his anatomy.  He knew she was right, though – there were 7-
year-olds who swam at the swimming hole some times, and
their mickies were just like his.  Except for Peter, that
is, whose mickie had skin covering the head and drooping to
a point at the tip.  

His mother continued her lecture.  "Also, girls don't have
nasty little minds like boys, thinking of dirty things they
shouldn't think about just because they see a naked person. 
So it's okay for girls to see naked boys – it's a good
thing, in fact.  It makes the better prepared to deal with
your kind when they get older.  But boys start having dirty
thoughts right away when they see naked girls, even little
ones, so girls have to preserve their modesty."

"What do you mean, dirty thoughts?"  Jeremy said, intrigued. 
"You mean, like, doing stuff with girls?"  He'd almost said
"Like looking at girls' tits," but he knew better than to
talk like the older boys at the swimming hole, who talked
about tits all the time.  But still,  his little penis,
which had been trying to hide inside his body, was
lengthening visibly as the conversation was going on.  His
mother pointed to it.  

"That's what I mean, young man," she said.  "You're just
like all little boys, dirty minded.  Look at you, with your
little thing getting all hard just thinking about your
cousin being naked.  Your cousin!  That's why, if Shirley
wants to cover herself from your dirty little eyes, she
should.  Now enough of this stalling – I've got a spanking
and then a paddling to administer.  Get your naughty little
butts over my lap, pronto!."

Shirley felt uncomfortably hot – she was beginning to sweat
in the stuffy room with then windows closed, and her little
bare butt felt incredibly exposed.  She glanced at Jeremy,
who also showed a sheen of sweat on his body, part of it
heat, part of it nervousness over the upcoming spanking they
were sharing.  Tears began running down her face as she
walked on shaking legs to the bed with her hands still
protecting her crotch from Jeremy's gaze, climbed up, and
stretched across her aunt's lap, finally pulling her hands
free after her crotch was hidden and carefully keeping her
legs together so Jeremy couldn't see between them despite
craning his neck to follow her as she walked.  Jeremy
hesitated, then walked over to join her, climbing as
manfully as he could up to lie beside Shirley.  His little
tallywhacker, now fully hard, pointed the way as he walked,
then was trapped against his mother's leg where she could
feel its hardness against her, causing her to frown.  Well,
she thought, she'd spank that right out of him soon enough! 
She reached across the two little butts pointed at her face
and pulled Jeremy tightly against Shirley, until she could
feel his thin frame trembling next to hers, his warm, sweaty
bottom now rubbing hers, his side against hers, their
shoulders touching and their legs intertwined with Jeremy's
left leg settling overtop of Shirley's right.   Jeremy's
mother then pulled her son even closer, so the two cousins'
butts snuggled together to create one wide, four-cheeked
target..

"Now hold still, you two.  I'm going to give you 16 spanks,
hard ones.  You'll each get 8 on the sides of your bottoms
next to each other that you'll share, plus 8 on the other
sides.  I'm going to make them all hard, so I suspect
they'll hurt a lot.  But if either of you try to block me or
get away, I'll add two extra spanks for each occurrence for
both of you. Is that clear?" Mrs. Whitt said in a no-
nonsense voice.  She looked at their head ends.  Both
children were looking at her fearfully over their shoulders. 
"Look at each other," she said.  "Look right into each
other's eyes!  I want you to see each other cry, see the
pain you've each caused your cousin by encouraging each
other to misbehave!"  She raised her hand as the two
complied, staring seriously into each other's faces.  As
one, they tensed their little butts, squeezing tightly as
they awaited the first blow.

  
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