Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 29
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 29:  When Shirley Met Bobby

"Don't you think Tommy makes a good dog, Mrs. Raphael?" a
voice was saying.  Shirley's mind snapped out of its
reverie.  What had she been talking with this girl about? 
Oh, yes, her errant little brother, at the moment leashed to
her and being forced to act like a dog, padding butt naked
around the neighborhood with his minuscule boy parts hanging
out in the cold.  She gave one last, longing look between
the boy's legs from behind, noting the tightly pursed
scrotum and nub of a penis trying to escape the cold.  These
little boys were so cute naked and on all fours like that! 

"Yes, he's quite adorable," she said.  "Now I really must be
going off to church."  She started primly down the walk,
leaving the two Henson children behind without a backward
glance.   Oh, Jeremy, she thought to herself.  Sweet, cute
Jeremy, who had been her first love even though he was her
cousin.  In years after the mickie incident, Shirley had
often wondered whether her cousin Jeremy was, in actuality,
the boy who had  taken her virginity.  Technically, he was
the first boy to stick his penis inside her, yet it had only
slipped in an inch or maybe even less – just far enough to
get the head in.  And she'd thrown him off just as quickly. 
Did that count?  It wasn't like he'd gotten all the way
inside her, or that he'd been there longer than 1 or 2
seconds.  And his little tool had been so small and thin
that it hadn't really altered her physiology – that hadn't
happened until she and Bobby had done it for the first time,
years later.  And although she masturbated him to many
orgasms in the future, and they played what the two of them
came to call the "hug and rock" game for several more years
whenever they were together and could get away from adult
supervision and have privacy for a time, she'd never let him
do more than nestle his little mickie in her furrow, and
indeed she'd given him a stern warning each time that she'd
never play again, ever, if he even once slipped it into her
tunnel or even got close to doing so.  Jeremy had in those
later times eventually been able to orgasm while rocking
against her moist softness, and he'd come to enjoy watching
her finger herself afterward until she'd reached her own
heel pounding climax, but she never let him slip himself
inside her again.  They'd continued their games until she
was 12, and Tommy had surprised her twice in the same day. 
First, he'd taken her by surprise by pulling down his pants
and underwear and revealing that he, too, now had a
scattering of downy pubic hairs to match those she'd grown a
year earlier.  Then he'd surprised her in a more disturbing
fashion, by squirting clear fluid onto her hard, projecting
clitoris and the upper lips of her vulva as he'd groaned and
grunted through his orgasm.  That was the day she'd insisted
they stop the hug and rock game, because by then she'd
learned more about boys and fucking from various girls, and
the fear of possible impregnation by her cousin rightfully
petrified her. 

After that, despite sometimes desperate pleading from her
now gangly, pimply-faced cousin, and despite the fact that
his mickie became much more interesting by virtue of
becoming bigger, Shirley had confined her favors for him to
the occasional hand job until finally, in his late teens, he
acquired a girlfriend to provide those services for him and
stopped asking her for her services.  

Besides, by then, Shirley was a popular girl, a star player
on the boys' baseball team, and she'd had the chance to find
out that Jeremy's attributes, although intriguing, were
meager compared to some other boys.  (In fact, when she'd
first joined the team, right after the coach's discovery of
the fact that she had a surprising pitching arm, the boys
had harassed her for weeks by, from time to time, flipping
the front of their baseball pants down and flashing her an
erect penis at various times when no adult was watching. 
Those experiences had certainly broadened her knowledge of
the wide range of male physiology even in prepubertal boys. 
But by then, Shirley already knew that penises varied
tremendously because of a single incident that was to change
her life -- her second encounter, the following summer, with
Bobby Raphael and his family.

Shirley hadn't really paid any attention to Bobby Raphael
the first time they'd met, when Jeremy was at the park with
her and Francine wearing diapers as punishment for wetting
on his mother and failing to wipe his butt.  At that time
Bobby had been just a boy on the periphery of things,
watching from the side as Jeremy was humiliated in front of
all of them by being changed on the picnic table and being
forced to stand, naked, and sing a silly rhyme that Maxine
had made up for him about being a little pee pot.  But their
second meeting was something else again.  It happened the
following summer, a summer where Shirley stayed at her
aunt's for days at a time, partially because she and Jeremy
had become fast friends and play companions (as well as
sometime masturbation partners), partially because she'd
taken an interest in softball and was playing with the local
girls' team.  (She'd be discovered by the boys' coach later
that summer.)  There were two reasons this second encounter
with Bobby Raphael was memorable.  First, his genitals were
only the second set of boy genitals she'd ever seen in her
life at that point (Though she'd see many more penises her
first month on the boys' team).  Second, Bobby, though the
same age, put poor little Cousin Jeremy to shame.

Poor Jeremy.  Always sweet to her after their first meeting,
still her favorite relative even as a sometimes forgetful
old man.  As a boy, her cousin Jeremy Whitt had been the
first boy she'd seen naked, when she'd been shocked to
realize just how different little boys looked inside their
pants than little girls.  In the year that followed, his
perfectly-formed little mickie and slightly bulging, neat
little sack had been what she'd pictured when she looked at
the crotch bulges of boys and imagined what was in their
pants.  Jeremy's equipment had been fascinating in the way
it changed sizes from tiny and dangling to rock hard and
pointing straight out (though to be truthful, it didn't get
much longer when it did that, mainly only stiffer and
slightly wider).  She'd liked picturing it a lot, and
handling it when they could sneak into a shed together or
out into a secluded place in the woods.  It was – it was
cute, that's what it was, and she loved cute things.  But
then she'd seen Bobby Raphael, first over his grandmother's
knees with his genitals hanging down between his kicking
legs, and then full on, facing her, as he'd rubbed his butt
afterwards and, oooh, la la!

Oh, Bobby, Mrs. Raphael thought, a wave of wistfulness
coming over her as she walked at a fast pace toward the
neighborhood church.  Bobby Raphael --  sweet, caring, and,
when they'd gotten closer, surprisingly sensitive Bobby
Raphael, who covered his sensitivity with a hard faηade, and
whose monster hog of a penis as an adolescent, an adult, and
her husband of almost 40 years made it easy for her to put
her cousin Jeremy aside without regret as she got older. 
Bobby, who she thought was splitting her in half the first
time they made love, on the sandy beach by the swimming hole
after prom night, despite her coating his upward curving,
pulsing beast with k-y so liberally it almost dripped off of
him, and despite the fact she'd tried to stretch herself by
slipping three of her fingers into her vagina while
masturbating for several weeks before then.  She shivered
again, remembering the later years, when she'd felt so
fulfilled, so stimulated.  God, she missed him and his big
cock!

Poor Jeremy --  even as an 16-year-old, the last time she'd
had his horny little boyhood in her hands, he hadn't been
impressive, topping out at a stubby 5 inches erect.  (Though
it had been a cute and perfectly shaped 5 inches – it was
the kind of penis women don't hesitate to suck on, a fact
she knew from word of mouth he'd taken full advantage up in
college.)   She couldn't marry Jeremy, anyway – he was her
cousin, after all, and he appeared never to lack for willing
female companionship afterward and was still married to
quite a charming lady 10 years younger than either of them. 
But compared to dear, sweet Bobby, Jeremy had the equipment
of a two-year-old.  Her late husband's manliness had been
legendary in his high school years, back in a time when
showers after physical education were mandatory and every
boy saw every other boy in all his meagerness or glory.  All
the girls had heard talk of Raphael's hog, a monster that,
during high school, and hung down a good six inches flaccid,
and extended out to 8 ½ erect (Shirley had measured it in
both states).  It had been such a loss almost 5 years ago,
when, just as he was burying himself into her with wild
abandon one Saturday night after a banquet of too-rich food
at the club, Bobby Raphael had groaned loudly and then
collapsed on top of her, dying before she could even get out
from under him.  She'd dressed quickly after calling
emergency services, but she could see the paramedics
sniggering as they tried to revive him, has last activities
obvious.  Poor, dear Bobby.  She'd always felt it was unfair
he hadn't gotten to cum that one last time.  He should have
had that one last pleasure, after giving her so much
pleasure over the years.

The whole thing that led to her seeing Bobby naked for the
first time had started that previous summer, at the park
with Jeremy.  Bobby had just moved in with his stepsister
and grandmother.  The product of his father's indiscretion,
Bobby's grandmother never forgave him for it, the ill-
tempered old woman pronouncing him an impossible, out of
control brat from the moment he moved in.  It didn't help
Bobby that he was quite impulsive, thus getting into scrapes
of various seriousness, further enraging his grandmother.   
"He's just like his wanton slut of a mother," she would
pronounce.  "A creature driven only by the seeking of
pleasure!  He's bound to end up on a hanging noose some
day!"

After seeing Jeremy in diapers that fateful afternoon, and
hearing about his spankings in front of the girls and the
next door neighbors, his step-sister Maxine had wasted no
time in suggesting to her grandmother that her new
stepbrother be disciplined the same way.  Her grandmother
had dismissed the idea at the time, but, the following
April, reconsidered when a farmer from the edge of town had
come pounding on her door, claiming that Bobby was one of
three boys he'd caught throwing rocks at his pigs and
cattle, to the detriment of both.  After he'd left, Bobby's
grandmother had called him into the living room and screamed
at him for almost an hour, moaning about the unfairness of
having to deal with the "scandalous get of a slut."  After
she'd tired of yelling at him and sent him to his room
without supper, Maxine had slyly approached her grandmother
again, her ever-present friend Ruth in tow.  

"You should spank him, Grandmother," she'd said formally. 
"You should spank him on his bare bottom, like all the other
parents do with their sons."

"Yeah, all the mothers spank their boys when they're bad,"
Ruth chimed in.  "You see it all the time!  They do it right
in the open!  You can bet that's what the other two boys'
parents are doing!  I guarantee little Randy Jackson's over
his Ma's knees right now getting his little black bottom
tanned with a shingle!  Probably right on his front porch! 
And Floyd Donaldson is probably in the living room of his
house, right now, getting whipped with his father's belt on
the bare fanny while his sisters and brother look on!"

"What, you think I should march into his room and spank his
little ass right now?" Maxine's grandmother asked.  

"No, not in his room," Maxine said quickly.  If her
grandmother went in his room, she'd probably shut the door,
she realized, and she'd never see it happen – with the tall
crawl-space under their house, his windows were too high to
look into from outside.  "You should make him come into the
living room for his spankings!  That's what the other
parents do – they do it in the open!  It would be more
embarrassing that way, and he'd remember it longer so it
would work better!"

"Yeah," Ruth chimed in.  "Jeremy, down the street, got
spanked in front of his cousin and Francine from school back
in June, and he's been a little angel since then, hasn't he,
Maxine?"

"You bet," Maxine agreed.  "So you have to spank him in
front of everyone for it to work!  And you have to do it on
the bare!"

Maxine's grandmother frowned.  "I'm not sure it's proper for
you girls to see boys your age without their drawers on,"
she huffed, blowing out a stream of smoke from her ever-
present Pall Mall.  "Little boys, that's one thing – little
boys shouldn't have secrets from little girls.  But boys
your age—."

"But Bobby isn't our age," Maxine said eagerly.  "He's much
younger – more than a year!  And I'm sure he's too young to
have any hair yet, you know, down there, so he'd be just
like a little boy!"

"I'll think about it," her grandmother had said.  "You're
sure all the boys his age are punished that way?"

"Ask Mrs. Whitt if you don't believe me," Maxine had said. 
"That's how she disciplines Jeremy." 

"I don't much talk to her," Maxine's grandmother had huffed. 
"Too stuck up if you ask me, all high and mighty, driving
around in that Chevrolet like she's a man or something! 
Thinks her manure don't stink!"

Maxine's grandmother hadn't consulted with anyone that day,
and she hadn't spanked Bobby that night.  But a month later,
the night after the end of the school year, Bobby was one of
several boys caught breaking windows at the local Jr. High,
and escorted home by the local sheriff's deputy.  "The
school says we have to pay our share of the damage," she'd
muttered angrily to Maxine that Saturday morning, while
Bobby was still confined to his room as punishment.  "It
might be as much as a hunnert dollars!  Oh, Lordy, what are
we gonna do with that spawn of Satan?"

"Spank him," Maxine had said confidently.  "Spank him long
and hard, here in the living room and on the bare bottom. 
Spank him until he's blistered all over and can't sit down
for a week!  Then he'll get the message!  And if he doesn't,
keep spanking him every week until he does."

Maxine's grandmother had brooded about it all day, a day
that Bobby Raphael had spent confined to his bedroom and
ordered not to come out, even to the extent of being given a
chamber pot to use in lieu of leaving to go to the bathroom. 
At lunch time she had opened his door and sat down a mason
jar of water and three peanut butter sandwiches, and then
closed the door again abruptly as he looked up from where
he'd been sulking on his bed.  She went out for a time after
that, coming back sweaty and exhausted more than an hour
later. Finally, as the sun was setting for the day, she
reached a decision.

"Can't let that little brat rule the roost," Maxine's
grandmother had suddenly barked.  Maxine and Ruth, who'd
been playing with dolls in the corner, looked up.  

"What?" Maxine asked.

"Nothin' that concerns you," her grandmother said.  "Bobby! 
Bobby Raphael!  Get your little ass in here!  Now!"

The door had opened and Bobby had slouched out, still
sulking.  "Over here," his grandmother had ordered, where
she sat in state on her sagging couch, the ash tray at her
elbow.  She took a long drag on her Pall Mall.  "Stand in
front of me so I can look at you!"

Bobby slouched over and stood a few feet in front of his
grandmother.  "Your sister has made an interesting
suggestion to me today to deal with your ungodly behavior,"
his grandmother said without preamble. The two girls turned
toward them to watch with interest, their eyes shining with
anticipation.  Uh oh, this wasn't going to be good, Bobby
realized.  

"She's not my sister," he complained.  "She'll never be my
sister.  She's only my step-sister."  

"That may be," his grandmother said, "But I'm your
grandmother, and I'm in charge of you now that your slut of
a mother has skipped out and left you on my doorstep." 
Bobby's grandmother was a strong woman under the layers of
fat, her hair streaked with gray and her body wide, but with
hard muscles under her plain housedress.  She tapped her
cigarette against the ashtray at her elbow.  

"My ma's not a slut!" Bobby stormed, his head snapping up. 
"She's a lot better than you!"

"She was a slut who lured my Robert away from his lawful
wife with her villainous wiles," his grandmother snapped. 
"But I would expect that you, the seed of her lust, wouldn't
know respectable behavior from bad!  I'm not going to let
you end up just like her!  I'm taking steps right now to
change that!"

She took a drag on her cigarette.  Bobby looked at the
ceiling, hating her, hating all of them, especially his
shit-for-brains step-sister.  Shit-for-brains – now there
was a good nickname for Maxine.  His grandmother, after
exhaling smoke through her nose, went on.  "I walked down
the street and talked to Mrs. Jackson this afternoon.  You
know, that spade woman on the corner whose brat you're
always hanging around with.  I told her what your sister
said we should do to you, and she agreed with your sister's
suggestion, says that's what she does all the time with her
little spade brat!"

"Don't call my friend Randy a spade!" Bobby retorted.  "He
don't like being called that.  None of them do.  He's just a
kid, like any other kid!  And Maxine isn't my sister – she's
just a shit-for-brains butt, and so's her goofy friend!  

His grandmother's face darkened.  "I will not have you using
that kind of foul gutter language!  You show some respect
for your sister!  And I'll call a spade a spade whenever I
want, Bobby Raphael," she snapped.  Bobby's mother had given
him his father's last name despite the fact they were never
married.  She said it made him more legitimate.  Bobby
himself didn't care what his last name was, as long as it
wasn't something other kids could make fun of.  At his old
home, he'd known a family whose last name was "Dick," and
another whose moniker was "Peters."  

"Anyway," his grandmother said.  "I've decided, on your
sister's advice, to crack down on your wanton ways and
institute some changes around here before it's too late. 
The first change is that you are going to start obeying me
absolutely, like a good boy, instead of doing what you want
and getting away with it.  I'm going to keep a journal of
all your misbehavior."  At this point, she produced a small
notebook with a pen attached to the binding, holding it up
for his inspection.  In neat letters it was labeled,
"Bobby's Punishment Book."

"Every time you disobey me or your sister, use swear words,
or do something you shouldn't, it goes in the punishment
book.  I've already put some of your many misbehaviors of
the last week in the book, and I'll enter more as they
occur.  By the way, Maxine, will you please take this and
note Bobby's use those foul words to describe you a moment
ago, as well as his refusal to admit that you are his dear
sister?"  Maxine leaned over the table with the notebook,
opened it, and began writing busily, her smirk growing
bigger.  Her grandmother turned her attention back to Bobby.

"You're going to straighten up, young man!" she continued. 
"Because from now on, every Saturday evening, I will call
you to appear before me as you are now for a good hard
spanking, or a paddling if your misbehavior merits it.  And
when I call you in for punishment, you had better come on
the run, and obey me completely throughout and afterward, or
I will simply increase your punishment to double or triple
what you were going to get.  On nights you are punished, you
will immediately go to bed after your punishment and will
stay there until the next morning."

Bobby's heart thudded.  Spanking or paddling?  Every
Saturday night?  "Don't you even think of trying to get away
on punishment nights, either," his grandmother added,
reading in Bobby's stance what he was thinking of doing that
very moment.  "Your sister can outrun you, and is big enough
to overpower you as well.  If you try to escape, I'll send
her after you, and then your punishment will be tripled. 
That means if I was going to spank you 25 times for example,
I'll spank you 75 times, instead.  Or, if I was going to
spank you by hand, I will spank you with the paddle instead. 
Or if I was going to spank you with the paddle I'll use the
belt.  So if you're smart, you will obey me completely."

Bobby's face blanched with his growing horror.  She was
saying he was going to be spanked!  Now!  And repeatedly in
the future!  And if he did anything to resist his spanking,
he was going to get spanked more and harder!  His body was
at war with itself, his feet wanting to run, his knees
wanting to give way, his bowels churning, and his bladder
wanting him to wet all over himself.  He began to tremble.

"I see, we understand each other," his grandmother said
evilly, stubbing out her Pall Mall.  "Come closer, so I can
prepare you for the first of what I expect will be many
spankings you'll be receiving from me."

Maxine and Ruth smirked at each other in satisfaction, both
of their faces showing growing excitement.  Bobby didn't
move.  "Grandma, please!"  he begged.  "Don't spank me! 
I'll be good!  Really, I will!"

"I'm going to say it again, Bobby!  Remember what I said
about obeying!  Now step over here, so I can lower your
naughty pants for your spanking!"  His grandmother said
firmly. 

Bobby took two steps towards his grandmother.  "Can't we do
it in my bedroom?"  He begged, his voice rising an octave in
panic.  "Pleeeeeeease?  Don't do it in front of them,
Pleeeeeeease!  I don't want them to see me in my underwear!"

"No, I think you'll get a better lesson if I do it out here,
in front of your sister," his grandmother said with a look
as satisfaction.  She pulled him strongly toward her,
unsnapping the button on the front of his trousers and
pulling down his zipper, grasping his waistband from either
side.  "Besides," she said.  "You've been such a bad boy
that a spankin on the underpants isn't going to be
sufficient.  I'm going to need bare skin for the lesson
you're getting!"  She yanked Bobby's pants down, revealing
his baggy little-boy boxers.

"No!"  Bobby said, trying to pull away.  His grandmother had
him firmly around the waist by then, however, and she pulled
him closer to her, lifting him in the air.

"Yes," she said.  "But I'll allow you some dignity – if you
don't fight me, I won't pull your underpants down until
you're across my knee, and you can pull them back up when
I'm done if you wish,"  she said, settling him firmly across
her ample lap, his head hanging off onto the couch on one
side.  She angled her body on the couch, so that his head
was nestled in the cushions, and his legs hung off her in
space.  Looping her left arm firmly around his waist, she
pulled down on the waistband of his underpants with her
right,  easing them slowly down so the first the top of his
butt crack, and the outward curve of his firm little-boy
buns appeared.  With another yank, she managed to pull them,
clear off his butt and down to his knees, where they hung
between his legs.  His light brown buttocks, paler than the
rest of his body but revealing the color of his mother's
Italian ancestry, were revealed in all their glory.  Both
girls crowded in, filling their eyes in straight on views of
the orbs of the boy's naked bottom.

Bobby's butt was neither padded with fat nor skinny like
those of some of the other boys  he'd seen at the swimming
hole the time two he'd gone there.  Instead, it was nicely
rounded, prominent enough to protrude from the small his
back, firm and round enough to make a good handful for his
grandmother's man like hands.  Both girls directed their
attention to his butt crack simultaneously, noting, to their
rising excitement, that his buns were muscular enough that
they separated completely as he bent,  and thus, his brown
butt hole was prominently displayed in his current position
– openly, shockingly displayed.  The lines of it radiated
outward farther than the girls had ever seen on any of the
boys or girls they'd babysat for, as did the darker
pigmentation.  Rather than winking at them shyly, as most
little boys' butt holes did, it stared at them, daring them
to stare back.  Below this dark eye, an expanse of smooth
skin disappeared between his closed legs, a prominent brown
ridge running down the middle joining him together where
girls were separated.  Both girls feasted their eyes on this
most secret part of any boy's body.

"I can see his shit hole!"  Ruth whispered urgently to
Maxine.  "I can see it right into it!"

"Big deal," Maxine whispered back.  "You babysit for boys
all the time!  You clean up their shit holes all the time!"

"Not big boys," Ruth whispered back.  "Not boys our age! 
And their holes are little and cute, not big and disgusting
like that!"

"He's not our age," Maxine said stubbornly.  "He's a whole
grade younger!"

"Yeah, but he still a boy!"  Ruth said. "And you can bet he
doesn't like us looking at his shit hole all naked!"

Bobby's grandmother, meanwhile, was adjusting his position
and gathering his hands together in her left so she could
pin them behind his back.  Bobby was begging incoherently
for her not to spank him.   She squeezed each of his buns
with her right hand hard, sizing up their firmness.  A tough
little butt, she decided to herself.  She'd spank him good
and hard, then.   She raised her hand high above his
unprotected little butt, and brought it down with a
resounding whack hard enough to sting the palm.  Both girls
jumped at the sound, and Bobby's legs shot straight out as
he arched his back and squeezed his buns together.  He was
biting his lip fiercely in order not to cry out, trying to
be tough like a boy should be.  Okay, so Shit-for-brains and
her goofy friend were seeing him get a bare-butt spanking. 
But he wasn't going to cry!  Not in front of these girls!

"That's one," his grandmother said.  "24 left to go."

24!  Bobby thought with despair.  He was almost crying now! 
How could he stand 24!

Meanwhile, Maxine and Ruth were trying to hold back gasps,
as they had seen, briefly, what Bobby had between his legs
when his legs had, briefly, shot out behind him from where
they'd been sheltering his genitals from sight..  Like all
boys, he had a wrinkled ball of skin clinging tightly to his
groin, bulging out from between his legs and the same brown
color as his butt hole.  But dangling in front of it,
hanging down now in plain sight as Bobby repeatedly kicked
with each spank...

"You've got to see it!"  Maxine said excitedly to Shirley,
Francine, and two other girls.  "You absolutely have to see
it!  My stepbrother has the biggest donger you've ever seen
on a little boy!  Well, the longest, anyway!  I don't see
how it gets the thing in his pants without it hanging down a
leg and sticking out!  It's got to be that long!"  She held
her index finger and thumb out to indicate a 5 inch span.

"And that's with it soft!"  Ruth added.  "I'd love to see it
hard!"

"He didn't get hard when he got spanked?"  Francine asked. 
"Shirley's cousin Jeremy gets hard when he gets spanked!"

"No," Ruth said in a disappointed tone.  "He just stays all
soft and floppy."

"Yeah, but you should've seen him after his spanking!" 
Maxine said excitedly.  "He forgot all about us watching! 
When Grandma sent him down, he started dancing around the
room, butt naked, with his little donger flopping around
like a puppy dog's tail!  And boy was his butt red!  Grandma
spanks him hard!"

"It was funny!"  Ruth said.  "All of a sudden he noticed us
watching him, and he about went nuts trying to snatch his
underpants up and cover himself!  He finally gave up and
tried to cover his stuff with his hands, but his donger was
so long it hangs out the bottom anyway!  He went running
into his bedroom, his little red butt on display the whole
way!"

"And he gets a spanking every week if he's bad?"  Francine
asked.  

"Yeah!"  Maxine said.  "Every Saturday!  Or more often, if
he does something really bad!"

"Man, I'd like to see that!"  Francine said.  "I love
watching boys get spanked!"

"That's why got this idea," Maxine said.  "I'm going to have
all of you come over to my house for a slumber party next
Saturday!  Grandma lets whoever's there watch him get
spanked, she says it makes the spanking more effective!  So
all of you come over, and we can all watch him!  He'll hate
it!"

"But what if he's not bad?"  Shirley said, spotting a flaw
in the plan.

Maxine thought about this for a moment.  "We'll just have to
make sure he earns a spanking," she said.  She brooded a
minute.  "I know!  He always goes into the bathroom to pee
just before his radio program comes on after lunch on
Saturday. I'll go in the bathroom to take a bath just before
that, and I'll leave the door ajar, so he thinks there's no
one in there.  When he comes in, I'll scream bloody murder
that he's a pervert and was trying to look at me while I was
taking a bath, and then Grandma will want to spank him for
sure!  Probably paddle him!!"

"But then he'll see you naked!"  Ruth said.  "You don't want
that!"

"Why not?"  Maxine said.  "It might give him a stiffy, and
if Grandma sees that she'll really whip his butt!"  The
other girls were scandalized.  Maxine looked at them,
grinning.  "I'm just teasing," she said.  "I'll be in a
towel when he comes in, so I can show Grandma I was naked,
but he won't see anything.  And then we'll all get to see
his butt get whipped!"

And so what was that Francine and Shirley found themselves
knocking on Maxine's door that next Saturday late afternoon,
each carrying a paper bag with their pajamas in it.  Maxine
answered the door.  She grinned when she saw girls.  "Good,
you made it!  Everything is all set up!  I let him hardly
get in the door before I started screaming, and then Grandma
got real mad, because it turns out he had a stiffy anyway,
because he had to pee, and she could see it through his
pants!  She banished him to his room until this evening, so
we don't even have to see him until she makes him get naked! 
I think she's going to paddle him this time, because she
asked me to get my big wooden hairbrush for her!  She keeps
picking it up and smacking her hand with it every so often,
and then nodding."

Maxine turned to lead them into the house.  "Sylvia brought
over this new board game that her father sent her from
Philadelphia.  It's called Monopoly!  You buy a bunch of
places, and then you get to put houses on them and charge
people when they land on them.  But you have to own all the
properties of one color to do that.  We decided to play in
the living room because -- well, you know why.  So we'll be
there when it happens."  Ruth and Sylvia were already
sitting on the floor by a complex looking game board, with
colorful game money spread around them.  Francine and
Shirley sat down to join them.  

For the next two hours, time seemed to fly by as the girls
played what to Shirley was the most fascinating game she had
ever seen.  She even forgot entirely about the boy who was
to be spanked that evening, hopefully in front of her and
the other girls.  Forgot it, that it is, until Maxine's
grandmother got up and turned off the radio, commenting,
"It's about suppertime.  I'd best deal with your pervert of
a brother first.  She looked at the other girls."  Hope you
girls won't be offended—I always spank the little bastard
here in the living room – he might get kinda loud."  She
raised her voice.  "Bobby Raphael, you get your naughty
little ass and here right now so I can punish you!  And be
quick about it, or I'll double your punishment!"  

The door to Bobby's room opened and he came hurrying out,
anxious to get his spanking over with, despite the
humiliation of knowing his sister would be watching. 
Rounding the corner in the living room, he came up short to
find not just his sister and her goofy friend Ruth, but
three other young girls, looking his way expectantly.  He
froze, his mouth agape.  He turned to look at his
grandmother pleadingly.  "Grandma, please!"  He begged. 
"Not in front of them!  Not bare!"

His grandmother glared at him.  "Your sister was bare, when
you tried to peep at her in the bathtub today," she said. 
"You should be just as bare when you get your spanking."

Bobby looked at her despairingly.  "I wasn't trying to peep
at her, honest!  I was just going in to pee, because the
door was open!  I didn't know she was in there!"

"Was the door open, Maxine?"  her grandmother asked.

"Oh no, Grandma!"  Maxine said earnestly.  "I would never
leave the door open with Bobby in the house!  I'd be afraid
to!  He's always trying to see up my dress or catch me
changing clothes!  I think he has an unnatural interest in
seeing naked girls!"

"That's not true!"  Bobby's wailed.  "I wouldn't want to see
her naked in a million years!  She doesn't even have any
tits!"  He froze, the color draining out of his face as he
realized what he had blurted out.

Maxine's grandmother turned almost purple.  "I will not have
that kind of talk in my house, Bobby Raphael!"  She
exclaimed.  "That may be the kind of gutter language your
slut of a mother used, but we do not talk like that around
here!  Maxine, go get that bar of laundry soap I keep in the
kitchen!  This young man obviously needs more than the
spanking and paddling I'm going to give him!"

Maxine raced off, to return in a moment with a thick bar of
granular looking soap.  Her grandmother beckoned to Bobby. 
"Come here, boy, and take your medicine like a man," she
said.  Bobby, hesitantly, moved up within her reach,
trembling with a combination of fear of the soap and the
upcoming spanking, and frustration that no one believed him
when he protested his innocence.  Shirley's heart was
pounding in her chest as she watched Bobby's grandmother
firmly unbuckle and unzip his pants and lower them to the
floor.  She then pulled his T-shirt over his head as well,
dropping it beside his pants.  Bobby stood there, pale and
shaking, looking very small in his dingy boxers.  "I should
strip you right here in front of the girls, because that's
how you wanted to see Maxine.  Let all these little girls
see your business!  But I'm going to allow you to retain
some dignity and not pull your pants off until you go over
my knees.  Now open your mouth for the soap!"

Bobby opened his mouth slightly.  "Wider, you little brat!" 
His grandmother said, shaking him.  "Open your mouth all the
way up!"  Trembling harder, Bobby complied, and Maxine
gleefully jammed the soap bar into his mouth, stretching his
lips and pushing until only an inch stuck out. 
Consternation immediately filled Bobby's face.  He tried to
push the bar out with his tongue and movements of his jaw
muscles, but his teeth were jammed firmly into it and it
wouldn't budge.  As his saliva began to dissolve the soap,
the most horrid taste filled his mouth, a repulsive, burning
taste that oozed down his throat and made him move his jaws
and tongue convulsively, without success in budging the bar. 
His grandmother wasted no more time, hoisting him into the
air in settling him across her lap, then immediately yanking
his underpants down to his ankles and leaving them there. 
His light brown little butt, healed from his previous
weekend's spanking and looking very soft and defenseless,
was jackknifed over his grandmother's legs with his calves
angled back out at the girls and the bottoms of his grimy
bare feet facing them, toes splayed in fright.  Maxine
noted, to her glee, that he still hadn't realized that with
his butt bent at a 90° angle over his grandmother's lap,
his butt hole was clearly visible to anyone who cared to
look at it, winking at them like a Cyclops eye.

Shirley, meanwhile, was eagerly examining the boy's exposed
hindquarters, comparing them to her intimate knowledge of
the same region on her cousin Jeremy.  She'd always assumed
that boys all looked alike "down there."  Thus, she was
somewhat surprised at the differences between the two boys
just from what she could currently see.  Bobby Raphael's
butt was bigger than Jeremy's, more substantial and somehow
fuller than Jeremy's little bottom.  And Bobby's doo-doo
place, as she called it, was not only darker in color, the
wrinkles and folds in it almost brown, but bigger as well,
projecting out from the center of his bottom like a little
star rather than looking like Jeremy's tight little
asterisk.  The line running down the center of the soft skin
under his doo-doo place was more prominent and brown in
color as well, and his legs were thicker and more
substantial looking.  To her disappointment, though, Bobby
was keeping his legs tightly together, trying to preserve
his modesty as best a boy can in that exceedingly
humiliating position.  Shirley hoped that his legs would
open, as Jeremy's had, when his spanking started.

His grandmother was consulting his punishment notebook. 
"Let's see," she was saying.  "Besides your perverted
behavior of this afternoon, we have the swearing incident
yesterday, you use of disrespectful speech to your sister 4
times in the last two days, and, of course, your incredibly
foul language of a moment ago.  For the swearing and
disrespect to your sister, I'm giving you 20 hard spanks,
and for your disgusting attempt to view your sister nude and
the comment you made about her just now, I'm adding 10 more
with the hairbrush."

Bobby moaned. Thirty spanks!  Twenty with her massive hand,
10 with the brush!  He'd not yet been paddled, with a brush
or anything else, by his grandmother.  Her hand burned like
fire – how would the paddle feel?  And she always left
blisters on his butt with her hand – what would the paddle
do? A shiver coursed through him, starting at his head and
continuing down to the toes of his feet, making his firm
little butt shimmy for a second.  The girls giggled at his
antics.  His grandmother put down the notebook.  

"Time to get started, you little spawn of Satan!" his
grandmother said.  She raised a firm hand high over his
projecting, naked butt.  "Remember to hold still for all
your spanking and paddling, or I'll double it!"

The hand descended swiftly, landing on the boy's bare right
flank with a loud crack, his grandmother determined to spank
him as hard as she could, this time, no matter how many
blisters she raised on his ass.  A swift spank to the other
side of the boy's butt followed, then one on the right side
again, and one on the left.  Bobby, holding on to the barest
shred of dignity in the face of massive, gut wrenching
humiliation in front of 5 girls, vowed that at least he'd be
tough and try not to cry.  He also vowed he'd keep his legs
tightly together throughout the entire ordeal, so that he
would deny the girls even the slightest glimpse of his boy
parts.  The vow not to cry was the first to go – in part
because the horrible-tasting soap bar in his mouth prevented
him from biting his lower lip to keep quiet.  On the 6th
stinging slap to his bare rump, Bobby allowed a little
whimper to escape him, and those whimpers built up to wails
by the 10th.  Soapy drool poured from his mouth onto the
linoleum floor in a continuous stream, and tears streaked
his face and mixed with the drool puddle on the ground. 
Soon a line of snot from Bobby's nose joined it as his
muffled bawling around the soap intensified.  

The vow to keep his legs together and preserve his modesty
this week dissolved on the 11th spank.  His grandmother
stopped alternating sides of his butt on this blow, choosing
instead to fetch him one of her best right on the upper
center of his butt, spanning both butt cheeks just below the
start of his crack.  Bobby's involuntary response was to
arch his back and shoot both legs out with a squeal that
sent soapy drool flying, his package clearly visible to the
eagerly watching girls for a least 2 seconds before he his
legs fell again.  They didn't stay down and preserve his
modesty for long, either – the next spank, just below the
previous one and overlapping it by about 50%, caused him to
scissor his legs, lifting one while bending the other, and
spreading his butt wide so that his genital package was in
even clearer view than before.  The blow that followed,
striking the center of the base of his butt, closed his legs
briefly as he squeezed his butt hard, as if that would
somehow squeeze out the pain, but the next blow, right in
the center of his left bun, had him drawing up that leg and
extending the other.  By the time the 20th spank had landed
and his grandmother paused for a moment to catch her breath
and pick up the paddle, Bobby's modesty was long gone, along
with his decorum and any cares about his dignity and his
humiliation.   By that point, the world had narrowed for
Bobby to encompass only the two burning orbs of his buttocks
– all other considerations, including the soap in his mouth
and the possibility that the girls watching him could see
his genitals were forgotten.

As a result of Bobby's frantic kicking during the last half
of his spanking, he had, for some time, exposed his genitals
with abandon, that all five girls could see his rather
impressive male endowments.  Shirley had been shocked at her
first glimpse, and then developed a yearning to her very
toes as the glimpses became more frequent and longer in
duration.  At first, when Bobby had parted his legs for the
first time, she'd thought she was seeing things – his pee-
pee couldn't be that long!  But subsequent kicks confirmed
her first impression.  Maxine, if anything, had
underestimated his dimensions!  She stared hard and long
between the boy's kicking legs, unable to believe what she
was seeing.

At first glance, looking from the back up between his legs,
Bobby didn't look all that different from Jeremy – the
wrinkled bag of skin was there, clinging to his crotch, tiny
marbles bulging out either side.  True, the sack was brown
rather than Bobby's more pink color, and the marbles might
have been slightly more oblong, but it didn't look much
different.  But where Jeremy had a tiny morsel of flesh
dangling that barely showed on the far side of his scotum,
Bobby had – had – had a snake, that's what he had!  Although
it wasn't much wider than Jeremy's, Bobby's little dangler
hung down far below his scrotal bulge – more than the width
of Shirley's hand below it.  It swayed back and forth as he
kicked, soft as Jeremy's had been when he'd been in the butt
up, over the lap postion, but oh, so much longer!  Like
Jeremy's, it had a helmet head with a prominent knot of skin
where it joined the shaft underneath, and a very visible
little slit at the tip that must be this boy's pee-pee hole. 
But that and its location was the only thing it had in
common with poor Jeremy's much smaller little finger of
flesh.

Shirley felt a powerful tingling in her groin as she watched
the boy's exposed member sway from side to side with his
movements.  His pee-pee – no, that was the wrong word. 
Nothing that long should be given a sweet little name like
"pee-pee."  Jeremy had a pee-pee.  This was a tallywhacker –
with the emphasis on "whack."  In fact, if Bobby were to
spin around quickly while nude and standing up, he might
very well whack somebody with that thing!  She giggled
loudly at the thought.  Beside her, Francine giggled, too,
and then all 5 girls were giggling, probably all for
different reasons.  Even while giggling, though, Shirley
felt a powerful longing, almost a psychic connection.  She
had to touch that thing – hold it – see if she could make it
hard, and see what it looked like when she did.  She vowed,
before summer was over, that she'd do just that.

For now, though, Bobby still had a major part of his ordeal
of this Saturday to contend with.  His butt was fiery red
and on fire from the hard spanking he'd just received, he
was bawling his head off, and his grandmother was picking up
Maxine's hairbrush, preparing to really set his hind end
ablaze.  His heart was thudding so hard he thought it would
leap out of his chest.  His butt was on fire!  He couldn't
take any more!  But she had him by both hands, firmly pinned
to his back, and his butt wouldn't move more than an inch or
two either way.  His frantic kicking increased, but did
nothing to protect his butt.  He tensed, still squalling
around the soap and waiting for the first blow.  About a
thousand bees suddenly stung his bare posterior, right in
the center, stinging him all the way into his crack so that
even his deeply seated butt hole yelped with pain.  Bobby
stiffened and screamed, spitting out the soap and splaying
all ten of his toes while at the same time his fingers
curled into claws that clutched at his grandmother's hands
without dislodging them.  It hurt!  It hurt so bad he
couldn't stand it!  He splayed his legs, trying to get his
butt apart, to ease the pain deep inside the crack.

Behind him, the girls were treated to their best view yet of
his male attributes, a clear shot of his scrotum clinging
between his legs and his long, thin penis swaying with his
frantic movements like a dangling snake.  Shirley felt like
bursting into applause.  The next blow of the paddle,
landing with a meaty whack, hit just above the first, making
the boy spread his legs wider and extend his calves,
thumping his toes in a staccato rhythm on the ground.  Red
blisters were appearing spanning the boy's butt crack,
diving deeply between his buns.  Even the outside lines of
his "doo-doo place" had become red and irritated, Shirley
realized.  For a moment she felt pity for this poor boy who
she hardly knew – his behind looked hot enough to roast
marshmallows on, and sore enough that she'd have been
howling incoherently.  But then, she realized, he was doing
just that as well.  And the sight of his freakishly long
genitalia – well that was worth any suffering he might
endure, at least to her.

For Bobby Raphael, it seemed like two painful, white-hot
eternities before his grandmother stopped beating his butt,
put the paddle down, and released him.  Bobby had never felt
a sensation this powerful before --his butt feeling like a
dozen glowing branding irons were burning on it at once.  He
landed on the soles of his feet but immediately rose to his
toes, clutching his butt frantically and bouncing around the
room, squealing and stumbling and rising again to
frantically rub his butt some more.  The watching girls went
into hysterics at the sight of his crotch serpent flopping
this way and that as he danced, jiggling and bouncing and
contorting into a hundred pretzel shapes.  Bobby didn't
regain his senses or think about anything but his burning
backside for almost five minutes when, his bouncing slowing
somewhat, he found himself face to face with Shirley, and he
realized she was staring at his genital region.  Looking
down dumbly, blearily, it suddenly struck him that he was
naked, completely naked, totally, embarrassingly,
humiliatingly naked, and this girl and several others were
watching him make a complete ass of himself hopping about
with his peter hanging out.  Belatedly, he spotted his
underpants on the floor where they'd fallen during his
kicking, snatched them up, and held them in a ball in front
of his dangling genitals, tearing toward his room with his
little red, blistered ass bouncing the whole way.  His door
slammed and his muffled crying could still be heard as he
threw himself on his bed in despair.  

Maxine's grandmother handed her the hairbrush.  "You might
want to wash that with soap before using it, dear," she said
sweetly.  "You know where it's been, and your step-brother
didn't look all that clean."  She looked at the flushed-
looking, over-excited quintet of young females.  "So, who's
going to help me with dinner?" she asked.