Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 30
by Chadlad

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

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Chapter 30: What's Sauce for the Gander...

Turning to go up the church sidewalk with the other
worshipers, Mrs. Raphael sighed.  She'd begun her seduction
of Bobby Raphael only  2 days later, following the
witnessing of a second Saturday night exhibition of poor
Bobby's bare rump, this one only a moderate spanking,
followed by a short glimpse of his remarkable tool as he
snatched up his underpants and fled, crying, to his room. 
Maxine had invited still another friend to this particular
exhibition of her brother's genitals, so it was 6 girls this
time watching Bobby's humiliation.  Shirley had experienced
even more yearning to get her hands on the boy's remarkable
tool this time – she wanted to know what it felt like to
hold a tallywhacker you had to use two hands to handle, and,
even more, she wanted to see it erect.  Bobby had not been
at all cooperative in that respect – unlike Jeremy, being
nude around females and getting spanked didn't appear to
make him stiff at all – quite the reverse, it appeared to
make him softer and floppier.  By chance, the following
Monday, she was sitting in the front yard, thinking of
walking to the part, when she happened to spy Bobby
slouching past her aunt's house, all alone, kicking a can
down the street ahead of him.  She leaned over the fence as
he passed.

"Hey," she said.

Bobby stopped in mid-kick and looked up, surprised by the
greeting.  "Hey yourself," he finally said.

"Where ya goin'?" Shirley asked.

"Park," Bobby said.  He drew back his leg to kick the can
again.

"Can I go with you?" Shirley asked.  "Jeremy's off at the
swimming hole with the guys, so I couldn't go with him."

Bobby looked up again.  "'Course not," he said in a superior
tone.  "They don't wear suits."

"How come you're not at the swimming hole?" Shirley asked.

Bobby thought a minute, then moved closer to her.  "Don't
like it," he said.  "Don't know how to swim." 

"Oh.  I thought maybe you didn't like being naked," Shirley
said.  "I wouldn't."

Bobby looked at the ground.  "That, too," he finally said. 
"Don't like looking at a bunch of peck--- at a bunch of
naked boys, either.  And I don't like the way they look at
me.  It's creepy."  He looked at her more closely.  "Hey,"
he suddenly said.  "Aren't you one of Maxine's stupid
friends?"  His eyes narrowed.  "You're one of them, aren't
you!  You're one of them that comes over to make fun of me! 
You were there the last two weeks when I got – when it
happened."  He turned abruptly, heading toward his can
again, his face flushing.

"Wait, don't go!" Shirley said.  Bobby stopped and looked at
her, eyes blazing.  

"What?" he said.

"I didn't want to come the second time," she said. 
"Francine made me.  I think your grandma is mean!  I think
they're all mean!"

"Yeah, right," he said.  He gave the can a vicious kick and
started up the street.  Shirley hurried through the gate to
follow him.  She caught up with him easily, but he refused
to meet her eyes or stop.

"I do, I think they're mean!" she reiterated.  "Your grandma
shouldn't spank you in front of girls, all naked like that! 
And she shouldn't spank you so hard!  Besides, Maxine is
making stuff up to get you into trouble!  She left the
bathroom door open on purpose so you'd come in and she could
say you were peeping at her.  And last week, she's the one
who made the mess around the toilet – she said she peed on
the seat and around the edges herself after you'd gone in,
so that you'd get the blame!"

That got Bobby's attention.  He stopped and stared at her. 
"I knew it!" he shouted.  "I knew Shit-for-brains was
setting me up!"  He smiled a smile of triumph for a moment,
then it dissolved away again.  "But Grandma won't believe
me, not ever.  So I can't stop Maxine – she'll just keep
setting me up and getting my butt beat."  

There was an awkward silence as Bobby looked miserably at
the ground.  Then he turned and walked rapidly toward the
park entrance, Shirley hurrying to catch up.  He finally
flopped down in the grass in the shade of a tree just inside
the decorative fence.  Shirley flopped down beside him, on
her stomach like him.  He had his face cradled in his arms. 
He looked on the verge of crying.  There was an awkward
silence for a time.  Finally, he turned his head in his arms
and looked at her.  "It hurts so bad when she does it," he
said.  "When she spanks me.  Ma used to spank me sometimes,
but never on the bare, and never that hard. I try not to
cry, but I can't help it – it feels like fire, you know? 
Like I pulled my pants down and sat on a hot stove!"

"I know – I got paddled by my aunt last year," Shirley
admitted.  "I know what it feels like."

"It hurts for days afterward," Bobby continued.  "It hurts
right now.  'Cause I got spanked Saturday again."

"I know – I saw you get it, remember?"  Shirley said, moving
close enough to put an arm awkwardly around Bobby's
shoulder.  "It's not fair."

Bobby sniffled slightly.  "I hate the way they watch me," he
said, apparently ignoring the fact that Shirley had been one
of the watchers.  "The older girls who are stupid Shit-for-
brains' friends, I mean.  They all stand there, smirking, as
Grandma takes my pants down.  They can't wait for her to
take down my underpants!  They're practically falling all
over themselves to see!  Like they never saw a butt before,
or like they don't have butts of their own!  And they laugh
and make fun of me when she makes me cry!  Like they
wouldn't cry even louder if it was them getting a butt
whipping!"

He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, speaking
more hesitantly.  "And I try – I try to keep my legs
together, so they don't see my peck—my boy stuff, you know? 
But it hurts so bad afterward that I gotta touch it, and I
can't hold still, and I end up running around with all my
boy stuff hanging out afterward, and that's when they all
get an eyeful!"  He swiped at his eyes impatiently.  "I got
to take a bath before my spankin' time this Saturday,
Grandma said yesterday – like my butt stinks any worse than
hers!  And she said yesterday that if I don't show some
improvement by this Saturday, she's going to make me stand
in the corner afterward for the rest of the evening – 'bare-
ass naked,' she said!  And anyone who comes in can look at
me!  And she says after that if I still don't behave, she's
going to give me 'something special' that I won't like!  I
asked her what 'something special' means, and she wouldn't
say – she only pointed here!"  he said, indicating  his
front, which he was currently lying on.  He looked fearfully
at Shirley.  "I just wish I could go back to my ma! 
Everything was perfect when I lived with her!"

"I know," Shirley said.  "At least, I know it's bad getting
spanked."

"It hurts a lot," Bobby admitted.  "But worse is having
people look at you naked.  Not just seeing your butt-- I
hate people looking at me peck—my boy thing!  I don't even
like boys looking at it!  That's why I don't go to the
swimming hole – they all stare at me like I'm some sort of
freak!"

He buried his face in his arms again for a minute, his sides
shaking as he suppressed the urge to cry.  Finally he looked
up again.  "They grab it," he confessed.  "My boy thing. 
Not all of them, but some of them.  They just reach out and
yank it, like it was a cat's tail or something!"  (Pulling
cat's tails to enjoy their reaction was a popular sport for
many young boys of that time, Shirley recalled). "They don't
do it to anyone else much, only me!"

"That's because it hangs down so far," Shirley ventured,
"They probably grab it because it's long!"  As soon as the
words left her mouth, she regretted it.  

Bobby looked at her in alarm and sudden anger.  "I thought
you were nice," he said, rising to her feet rapidly and
turning his back.  "You're just like all the others, always
making fun of me because I hang down a lot!"  He started to
stumble off, half crying.  Shirley followed him doggedly as
he fled to the thick trees on the far side of the park,
where it joined the woods.  He stumbled in, crashing through
brush and pushing aside branches, until he finally tripped
over a root and fell quite hard right on his posterior.  He
sat there, biting his lip in the sudden pain that comes when
a boy who's been spanked the day before sits too suddenly.  

Shirley sat beside him on the mossy ground.  "Leave me
alone," Bobby said.  "Go make fun of someone's else's
pecker."

"I'm not making fun of it," Shirley said.  "I just said it's
long because it is!"

"Yeah, and you have knobby knees," Bobby said.  "And no
tits.  But do I make fun of that?  Everybody thinks they've
got to say something!  I go to the trough in the boys' room
to pee, and the kid next to me says, 'hey, what'd you do,
get that thing caught in a wringer?'  Or they say,  'Is that
a dick or a big turd?'  Or, 'Hey, Raphael – don't you know
if you jerk off all the time your peter gets longer – oh, I
see you already know!'"  He grimaced in memory.  "I can just
be walking down the hall, and someone will say, "Hey, there
goes Long Dong Silver!'" He scowled.

Shirley hastened to placate him – the last thing she wanted
was for him to be angry at her.  "I'm not making fun of you,
really," she pleaded.  "I like your thingy!  I think it's
nice!  I like that it's long!  It's, like, way bigger than
anyone else's!"

"Yeah, I know," Bobby grumbled.  "I'm Bobby the freak.
Everyone wants me to pull my pants down so they can stare at
me like the Elephant Man at the fair or something.  You're
just like the rest of them – you look and you giggle and you
make fun of it with your friends afterward!  Like I'm the
fucking Wild Man of Borneo or something!  Well, if that's
what you want, here!"  He turned over on his back, swiftly
unsnapping the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper,
opening the front, and then pulling down the waistband of
his underpants.  His snake-like penis lay against his light
brown skin, curled against his groin, soft and helpless. 
"There!" he said, glaring at her.  "Look all you want!  Go
ahead!  Tell me what a freak I am, and how ugly it looks,
and how no girl will ever want me to get that thing near
them.  Go ahead and grab it like the other boys do – give a
yank and see if you can pull it off!  That's what you want
to do, isn't it?  Hurt me?  So go ahead!"  He grabbed his
penis by the tip and held it out to her, unfurling it to its
full, improbably length.  "Hit me in the nut sack, too,
while you're at it," he stormed.  That's all any of you
people want to do in this stinkin' town is hurt me – so go
ahead!"

Shirley looked at the boy's stormy face, then at his
tallywhacker, looking even longer stretched out toward her,
his pitifully small little bag looking lost underneath.  She
was shocked, shocked by the violence of his words, shocked
by his belief that everyone in town hated him and wanted to
hurt him, shocked by the fact that he'd just pulled his
pants down in front of her and invited her to view the
object of her recent obsession.  She struggled to get her
mental footing.  "I don't want to hurt you," she protested. 
"I like you, kinda.  And I don't think it's ugly," she said
more quietly, leaning up on one arm to examine his genital
region.  "I don't think it's ugly at all."

"Yeah, right," Bobby said.  He gave his own peter a yank. 
"Look at it!  I have to twist it just so it will stay in my
underpants!"  He fell back, letting go of his underpants,
which immediately caught under his genitals, leaving them
exposed.  He glared at his offending parts in disgust.  His
boy thing was always getting in the way, falling down his
swim trunks leg to peek out the bottom, getting caught in
his zipper, making his pants bulge embarrassingly when they
were too tight, and worst of all, erecting itself so that it
tried to peek out the top of his pants right in math class! 
He remembered, with a shudder, the day he'd gotten spanked
in the principal's office, both the principal and his
teacher staring at his dangling tool for the longest time. 
"Why can't I be normal, like all the other boys!" he
muttered.

Shirley felt a flood of sympathy.  "I like it," she said
forcefully.  "I think it's the cat's pajamas!  It's much
better than a little one like Jerem—like the other little
boys have!"

Bobby yanked his underpants back over his genitals again. 
"You're just saying that," he said.  "Then you'll go to the
other girls and make fun of me.  Well go ahead, I don't
care.  Yell it from the rooftops."

"No I won't!  I don't like it when they make fun of you!  I
don't like it when your grandma paddles you, either!  I'm
not coming over when Maxine asks any more!"  Shirley
stormed.  She realized she meant it, too, even if that meant
she wouldn't see this boy's marvelous toy any more, either.

"Who cares?" Bobby said.  "She'll just bring other girls. 
And Grandma will keep tanning my butt every Saturday, and
they'll all watch and laugh because I can't keep from
crying, and then they'll try to see my thing so they can
make fun of it!  And this morning, Grandma said if I didn't
shape up, she was going to start spanking me in the back
yard, so the neighbor kids could watch!"  He looked ready to
burst into tears again.  "It's not fair – a whole bunch of
girls get to see me naked!  Me and lots of other boys!  Yet
we don't get to see you girls!  Shit-for-brains never gets
spanked, and she's a lot badder than me!  Girls don't get
spanked much at all, and when they do, they get it in
private.  But me and a lot of the other boys get spanked
right out in the open, even bare naked!"

"Jeremy got spanked on the porch last year," Shirley said.  

"Lots of boys do in this town," Bobby continued.  "A lot
more than used to where I used to live.  At least it seems
like it.  Boys got spanked mostly in private, in their own
homes there.  But here everyone's doing it in the open!  And
boys swim naked here, too, and they never did back home. 
The girls come to spy on us sometimes, I know they do.  But
no one listens when we complain.  They just say 'you don't
have anything any other boy doesn't have,' and 'I'm not
wasting money on swim suits when God gave you a perfectly
fine body."

"My aunt spanked me with my pants down along with my cousin
Jeremy last year," Shirley said.  "She made us strip and lie
naked right beside each other."

"Hah!" Bobby said.  "She just did you in the same room
because it was handy for her.  They never spank girls and
let boys just watch, when the boys aren't getting spanked,
too.   But they always let the girls watch when the spank
us!  We don't even get to see them in their panties! And
we're the ones that have the stuff that hangs out."

"I'll help you get Maxine spanked," Shirley said with sudden
inspiration.  

"What?" Bobby said.  He hadn't bothered to zip his pants up
and button them again, and his underpants still bulged out
over his lengthy appendage.  Shirley couldn't stop looking
at it, wishing he'd pull his underpants down again.

"I can help you set it up so that Maxine gets her round
little butt spanked!" Shirley said with greater enthusiasm. 
"I know just how we could do it, so that her grandmother
would have no choice but to spank her – maybe even in front
of you!  But you'll need my help."

"How?" Bobby said.  "She adores old Shit-for-brains, and she
hates me."

"But she hates girls who do sex things with boys," Shirley
said.  "She thinks your mother ruined your father.  She's
always saying he 'led her down the road to perdition!'  So
we make her think Maxine is headed that way, and she'll have
to spank Maxine to save her."

"How do we do that?" Bobby asked.

"I'll tell you," Shirley began.  "But you have to do
something for me in return."

"What," Bobby said, suspiciously.  Shirley looked around. 
They were deep in the woods, out of sight and totally alone. 

"Take your pants and underpants off and let me touch you,"
she said, her heart pounding with excitement.  "Let me touch
you as much as I want, and I'll tell you how to get Maxine
over your grandmother's lap.  I bet we can even get her
paddled or even switched if we do it right, with you
standing right there watching."

"You want to touch me?" Bobby said suspiciously.  "Why?"

"'Cause I like boys," Shirley said.  "I like your boy stuff
a lot!  I want to see yours all stiff, and see what it feels
like.  I can make it feel good – I do it to Jeremy all the
time!"  She looked at him with hungry eyes.  "Please?" she
said.

Bobby considered.  He really did want to see Maxine get
spanked.  And hadn't this girl already seen his stuff plenty
of times?  Heck, he'd just displayed his genitals to her
himself.  Bobby looked around, then stood up and let his
pants slide down.  Slowly, he pulled his underpants down and
stood holding them, looking at her.

"Relax," Shirley said, a tremor in her own voice. "Lie down
here beside me."  Bobby settled his bare bottom, still
blushing pink from his spanking and sporting healing
blisters, on some soft moss on the ground.  He leaned back
stiffly, still cautious and mistrusting, but wanting to get
Maxine enough to take a chance with this girl.  Shirley
settled cross-legged beside him and reached for his crotch
eagerly.

Bobby flinched, then steadied himself.  "Don't hurt it," he
said quietly.  Shirley moved more slowly, hovering over his
member, then gently stroking down its considerable length to
the ridge of the tip.  Bobby shivered.

"I wouldn't dream of hurting it," Shirley said, as it
twitched slightly under her fingertips.   "Yours isn't the
first one I've touched, you know," she added, not mentioning
that it was, actually, just the second.  She gently circled
her fingers around its girth, marveling that 2 inches still
stuck out the end when she made a fist around it.  "I'm
going to make it feel really, really good!" she added,
loosening her grip and beginning a gentle stroking motion
with her circled fist that she'd already discovered drove
Jeremy Whitt up onto his toes and made him shiver.  She let
her thumb and forefinger rise until they passed over the
ridge of the head, than brought her fast down again.  This
was fun – she'd always had trouble sliding off Jeremy's
diminutive member, but this kid had tallywhacker to spare!

Bobby Raphael had masturbated before that day in the woods –
with a penis that long, how could he not have discovered
that any physical contact, especially when it was hard, was
intensely pleasurable.  Thus, he'd had dry orgasms before,
and the fact that his tool quickly stiffened to stand up in
his groin like a flagpole, and the fact that intense
feelings soon built in him to a heel-pounding climax wasn't
a surprise.  No, the surprise was how good it felt to have
someone else, especially a girl, especially a pretty girl
like this one, gently and lovingly stroke you rather than
having to do it yourself.  He was in love, or at least in
powerful lust, with Shirley before the head of his penis had
quit pulsing and he'd managed to catch his breath again. 
Shirley sat back, letting his gradually drooping organ
settle in his lap, and sighed.  She hoped desperately that
she'd get the chance to do that again with him – sooner
rather than later.  But first, she'd made him a promise.  

"Pull you pants up," she ordered, "in case somebody comes
by.  And then I'll tell you how we're going to get Maxine."

Shirley was not a sophisticated person, so the plan, when
she detailed it, wasn't sophisticated, either.  But as any
good systems analyst knows, the more complex a plan is, the
more things that can go wrong.  Bobby grasped her plan
immediately, adding a few suggestions of his own, and then
decided to set execution of it for the following Saturday,
and rose awkwardly to depart.  Before they left the woods,
Bobby leaned over, impulsively, and kissed Shirley on the
cheek.  Before she could react, he was running across the
park.  Shirley stopped and watched his muscular little boy
butt working in his pants as he ran.  He was so darn
gorgeous, and that tallywhacker of his – well, she couldn't
think of much else the rest of the week.

Shirley arranged, without much trouble, to get herself
invited to Maxine's house for another Saturday sleepover. 
As a number of the girls would be out of town on summer
vacation, including the ubiquitous Ruth, only she and
Francine showed up at Maxine's door later that afternoon. 
Francine, never a big fan of Maxine but a terrific fan of
watching kids get spanked, especially on the bare, had
already been briefed by Shirley on the plan and was ready to
play her part.  Bobby, as planned, stayed out of sight in
his room.  Around 6 o'clock, Maxine went to the bathroom,
allowing Shirley to put the first part of the plan in
action.  "I just remembered," she said to Maxine's
grandmother "Don't you smoke Pall Malls?  Because Francine
and I saw what looked like an unopened pack of Pall Malls
lying in the ditch by your mailbox," she said innocently. 
"We thought you might have dropped them on your way in."

Maxine and Bobby's grandmother lurched to her feet, an
almost hungry look in her eyes.  A pack of cigarettes was
better than gold, in her mind.  "I'd best go see," she said. 
Shirley hoped it would take her several minutes to navigate
out the lane and find the cigarette pack Francine had
filched from her brother (who was still smoking despite
several severe paddlings for it) and stuck there earlier. 
That would be just enough time for her plan.  Meanwhile, as
the grandmother was headed out the kitchen door, Francine
poked her head in Bobby's door.  

"Go!" she hissed at Bobby.  Bobby jumped up from the bed
where he'd been waiting, grabbing up his bundle of fresh
underwear, pants, and t-shirt, rushing to the bathroom door
and standing there hopping from one foot to another just as
Maxine came out.   He bolted through the door and shut it
behind him, immediately turning the water on in the tub.

"Guess brother dear had to go!"  she said cheerfully.  "And
he's probably worried about washing his dirty butt before
tonight's show!" She looked around the empty room.  "Where
did Grandma go?" she asked.  

"She said she had to go see Mrs. Grenville," Francine said,
almost grinning in anticipation now that their plan was in
motion.  "She said she'd be gone at least 45 minutes."

"Just so she's back by seven," Maxine said.  "We don't want
to make little brother wait for his butt blistering!"  She
looked around the room again.  "She'd be gone at least 45
minutes, huh?  I know, let's go torment brother dear.  He
ought to be good and naked by now.  Grandma won't let me
walk in on him, but she's not here, is she?  And she'll
never believe him!  Come on, let's do it!"

"You go ahead," Shirley said.  "Francine and I will be along
in a minute – she's helping me with sewing up this tear." 
She held up her arm so Maxine could see the needle and
thread hanging from a rent in her sleeve.

"Suit yourself," Maxine said.  "But don't be long, you'll
miss the show!"  She skipped across the room, swinging the
bathroom door wide.  "Surprise!" she said.  

Bobby was bending over the tub as the door opened, butt
naked.  He straightened up with a little shriek, then
grabbed his genitals to cover them. "Hey!" he squealed
indignantly.  "Get out of here!  I don't have any clothes
on!"

"That shouldn't bother you, brother dear," Maxine said
condescendingly.  "I see your donger all the time when you
get spanked!  And Grandma says you're standing naked in the
corner tonight after your spankin', so I'll get to look at
it as much as I want."  She grabbed him by the shoulders and
twisted him around, trying to pull his hands away from his
groin.  "Now come on," she crooned.  "Let big sis see you
freak of nature!"  Francine, watching outside from the
kitchen window, saw their grandmother waddling back to the
house, holding a pack of Pall Malls clutched in her hand
like she'd found the Holy Grail..  She opened the door as
the older woman approached.

"Come quick!' she hissed.  "Maxine has gone crazy!  She
broke in on Bobby while he was taking a bath and she's
saying terrible things to him!  Listen!"

The old woman stopped in the kitchen and leaned forward in
an eavesdropping position.  In the bathroom the struggle
continued.

"I'm gonna call Grandma!" Bobby said.  "You ain't supposed
to be in here when I'm takin' a bath!  You aren't supposed
to be touching my boy stuff, either!  Grandma!" he bellowed
loudly.  "GRANDMA!"

Seeing that Francine was bringing Maxine's grandmother
inside, Shirley turned away from the kitchen, so it would
appear she didn't know the grandmother was there, and called
into Maxine, "Maxine, what are you doing!  You shouldn't be
in there when Bobby's taking a bath!  It's sinful!  Your
grandmother will kill you!"

"Oh, be quiet, both of you!" Maxine snapped, still trying to
pry his hands off of his privates.  She noted, with rising
excitement, that the tip of his penis was sticking out from
between his fingers, the whole thing too long to cover
easily.  He was losing his grip!  She'd have him all the way
bare in a minute, and then she'd give that thing of his a
good yank, don't think she wouldn't.  "Besides, the fat old
bag went out, and she won't be back for a long time!  So she
won't know any of this happened."

In the kitchen, Maxine's grandmother frowned at the use of
the phrase, "old bag."  She started forward, but Francine
put a restraining hand on her arm and made a shushing
motion.

"Then I'm telling when she comes back," Bobby insisted. 
"I'm telling her that you came in when you knew I was here
so you could look at me!  She'll be mad!"

"No you won't," Maxine said in a superior tone.  "Because
I'll tell her that you took your pants down and exposed
yourself to us girls while she was gone, and told us to suck
your donger!  Then you'll really get a whipping!"

"But I didn't do that!"  Bobby protested, still struggling
to cover his manhood.

"That doesn't matter," Maxine said, bragging.  "You didn't
do a whole lot of the stuff you've already gotten spanked
for, but only you and I know that!  You didn't try to sneak
in on me when I was in the bathroom either, but you got
paddled for that in front of everyone, remember?  And
remember last week, when she said you peed on the toilet
seat?  I did that, and then blamed you, and ended up again
with your little bare butt over her lap, getting spanked!
Grandma believed me, not you, and do you remember how much
you cried when she spanked you for that one?  Now let me see
your big donger, little boy.  Or I'll tell her you told us
to suck it, like I said.  She'll always believe me rather
than you no matter what happens!  I'd think you'd smarten up
after awhile!  If you tell on me, I'll just tell on you, and
she'll never believe you because you're a boy, and we all
know that boys are sex-crazed."

"It's not fair!" Bobby insisted.

"Life's not fair, Shithead," Maxine said.  "But I'll make
you a deal.  If you do two simple things for me, I'll tell
Grandma you were as good as gold while she was gone."

"What things?"  Bobby said suspiciously.  Shirley, who could
see both the pair in the kitchen and Bobby and Maxine
standing in the bathroom, though Bobby's grandmother looked
like a toad swelling up like they did when they were
threatened.  Bobby, on the other hand, looked pathetic and
helpless with his hands clutched over his privates and his
back hunched as a consequence, his little, vulnerable
buttocks protruding.  

Maxine went on, as her Grandmother strained to listen from
the kitchen.  "First, you let me hit you in your little nuts
as hard as I can!  With your legs apart, and holding your
donger out of the way, so I can get you good!"

Bobby winced.  His step sister was all kinds of mean.  He
comforted himself with the fact that if Shirley's plan
worked, it would never happen.  "What's the second thing?"
he asked.  Shirley frowned.  Knowing the plan, he didn't
sound frightened enough – he didn't sound frightened at all
– kind of smirky, in fact.  But Maxine didn't seem to notice
in her glee at having him in her control.

"You have to jerk off in front of us," Maxine said, looking
like a cat teasing a mouse.  "You have to play with that
freaky thing of yours in front of us!  All of us!  I want to
see what it looks like when it gets hard!"  She looked at
his hairless crotch critically.  "I suppose a little boy
like you can't wet cum, but you can at least dry cum.  And
don't try to fake it – I'm made other boys jerk off in front
of me before, so I know what a real dry cum looks like!"

"Maxine, no!" Shirley wailed, playing her part.  "You
shouldn't be saying stuff like that – it's nasty!  You're
going to go to hell if you do!  Just come out of there and
leave him alone, and maybe he won't tell on you."

"Don't be a Miss Goody Twoshoes," Maxine said.  "Besides,
who's going to know?  The old bat?  She's not here, and she
doesn't know half of what I do, anyway!  Besides, it'll be
fun!  Wait 'til you see his expression when I hit him in the
nuts!  I've made boys bigger than him cry!  And don't you
want to see him jerk off?"  She looked across at the
Shirley, who didn't have to fake her shock at Maxine's
language.  "Oh, I suppose a little Goody Twoshoes like you
doesn't know about boys jerking off!  The only naked boy
you've probably ever seen is that dinky-dong cousin of
yours. You ought to see the big boys!  They've got hair, and
dongers worth your while!"  She grinned evilly at Shirley. 
Around the corner, her grandmother pursed her lips and
grimaced,  mouthing "filthy whore" under her breath.

Unaware that her grandmother was just around the corner,
Maxine turned her attention back to Bobby.  "Stop wasting
time, brother-dear.  You need to make a choice – either get
in the tub and I'll tell Grandma that you exposed yourself
to us and told us to suck your dick.  Then I guarantee
you'll get your little pee-pee whipped, and maybe your nut
sack, too!  Or else move your hands, spread your legs apart,
and lift your ridiculous donger out of the way so I can give
you your smack.  Your choice, but choose quickly."

"Of course, even if you let me smack your nuts and jerk off
for us, the old bag is still gonna spank your butt tonight. 
But maybe if you're nice now, I'll ask her to go easier on
you – maybe not even make you stand naked in the corner all
evening!"  She smirked at Bobby.  "Bet you're sorry you're a
stupid boy, now, aren't you?  You boys are always so high
and mighty, cause you got your stupid dongers in your pants! 
But we girls can wrap you up in knots any time we want, and
you'd best remember that!"  

Bobby slowly dropped his hands to his sides, exposing his
crotch fully, and thrust toward Maxine, like he was
complying with her order.  He nodded at Shirley.  Shirley
looked up and reacted, as if seeing his grandmother for the
first time.  "Maxine!" she said urgently.  "Your Grandma..."

"Shut up about the old bat!" Maxine said. "You act like such
a fraidy-cat baby.  I told you she'll never know!"  She drew
her hand back.  "Now get your donger out of the way,
brother-dear.  I want to get you good!"

"You're the one who's going to get it good, you whoring
daughter of Satan!" her grandmother roared, pushing Francine
aside and waddling around the corner, rage propelling her
faster than Shirley would have thought possible.  She pulled
herself up into a towering fury.  "I'll make both of you
wish you'd never been born!"