Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 9
by Chadlad

copyright 2006 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
chadlad3@yahoo.com

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Chapter 9:  Beth's Discipline Seminar

Back in the kitchen, Beth sat down at the table with Gabriel
and Chad, while the other two girls started cleaning the
breakfast things away.  "Before you paddle your cousin, I
want to make sure you know some things about spanking boys,"
she said to Gabriel without any preamble.  

"What's the big deal?" Gabriel said.  "You take the paddle,
and you whack his butt with it.  And then you do it again, a
bunch more times."

"Actually, there's a lot more to it than that if you do it
right," Beth said.  "It's like saying there's nothing to
cooking – you just throw stuff together and heat it.  I'm
not saying that your approach wouldn't hurt Tommy a lot – it
would.  But there's more to spanking boys than just hurting
their little butts.  Actually, Dakota, you should sit down
and listen to this, too – you're going to have to know how
to discipline naughty boys soon enough."

"I already know how to spank boys' butts," Dakota said
sulkily.  "I watched my mom give Dorkface here enough
lickings to know what to do.  And I did okay just now.  I
made him cry, didn't I?"  She looked derisively at Chad and
Gabriel.  "You boys are such babies."

"You did okay," Beth said, "just like having a Twinkie makes
for an okay meal.  But I'd rather eat filet mignon."  She
paused for the metaphor to soak in.  When all three younger
children looked puzzled, she went on.  "There are three
things you could have done better that I can name right off
the top of my head.  First, you didn't take advantage of the
value of anticipation.  There's a place for immediacy, when
you crack a boy on the butt good and hard when he's not
expecting it and it takes him by surprise, like I did when
Tommy tried to hit Chad and used all that filthy language. 
But there's also a place for slowing things down, dragging
them out, and letting him sit there and think about what
he's got coming and how embarrassing and painful it's going
to be.  You dived into spanking Tommy's butt too quickly to
take advantage of that.  You should have straddled his back,
and then sat there and rubbed his butt for awhile while you
told him what you were going to do and why you were going to
do it.  You could have said something like, 'Tommy, you were
a very naughty boy to cum without permission like that.  Now
I'm going to have to spank your bare bottom until it's nice
and sore so that you learn your lesson to restrain yourself
in the future.  I'm afraid this spanking is going to have to
hurt a lot and last a long time so that you get the
message.'  And while you're doing that, you should be gently
rubbing his butt, both to show that he's completely at your
mercy and to drive home the fact that you're allowed to
handle his butt and do whatever you want to it, and he can't
do anything about it.  You make little humiliating remarks
about his butt while you do it, things like, 'you've got
such a soft butt that this is really going to hurt,' or
'your butt is so white that you'll probably blister easily,'
or, 'I like the way your butt sticks out like it does – I
like boys with little fat butts like yours – they make
really good targets.'"  

Beth paused, taking in the younger children's intense looks. 
Dakota was nodding her head in comprehension.  "Another
thing you can do to build up the tension and raise the
humiliation is to spread their butts apart and look at their
butt holes.  Boys hate it when people look at their butt
holes.  They're super aware that poop comes out of their
butt holes, for one thing.  They're always worried that they
didn't wipe themselves properly and that they've got poop on
them, or that their butt holes will smell even if they did
wipe good.  You have to understand that people don't talk
about pooping much for a reason.  I mean, everybody poops,
so it shouldn't be a big deal, and yet everyone's all
embarrassed about it."

"That's because poop is disgusting!"  Gabriel said.  "It
stinks, and it's all gloopy and gloppy!"

"There's more to it than that," Beth said in her best
teaching the voice.  "I read about this in an anthropology
textbook.  Humans are really vulnerable in two situations,
when they're having sex, and when they're pooping.  In both
cases, an enemy can creep up on them and get them, and
they're not in a good position to fight back.  So the book
argued that humans tend to find private places both for sex
and for pooping, and are modest about having sex and
pooping, because people who were modest like that and made
sure no one was around before they had sex or took a poop
were less likely to get attacked and more likely to survive. 
So now the whole human race has a tendency to want privacy
when having sex or when pooping. So when you make boys talk
about their pooping habits or behaviors, it tends to be
acutely embarrassing.  It's even more embarrassing, if you
make them poop in front of you.  When Chad was being
punished a few weeks ago, as part of his anger management
training, one of the first things is mom did was strip him
naked and then stick an enema tube up his butt in front of
everybody.  So he had to lie there in front of everyone
while the tube was shoved in his butt hole, with everyone
watching."

Movement out of the corner of her eye made Beth suddenly
turn her attention from Dakota's earnest expression.  Chad,
he face blushing red, was trying to slip out of his chair
and out of the room.  Beth gave him a sharp look.  "Freeze,
mister!"  she said.  "You set your little fanny right back
down that chair! I may need you to help with Dakota's and
Gabriel's training."

"But it's embarrassing," Chad mumbled.

"And how embarrassed would you be if I spanked your bare
butt in front of them right now?"  Beth asked.  "Or
demonstrated how to give an enema using you as an example?" 
Chad subsided back into his chair, looking at the table.

"Now where was I?" Beth said.  "Oh, yeah. So Chad here has
to lie on his back with his legs up over his head and
spread, while this big tube is shoved up his butt, and his
insides are filled with soapy water.  But that isn't the
best part.  The best part is, Mom does this all outside, on
the patio, right in the open!  With everyone standing around
watching!  And when it's time for him to expel the enema,
Mom makes him get up on all fours, spread his legs, and then
lean backward so his butt is spread and his butt hole is
wide open, where everyone can see it, and makes him poop
right there in front of us!  Right in front of us!  And not
just the family, but Karen, and her two little brothers, and
even Tommy's friend Jesse!  I mean, we actually saw the poop
come out of him!  I have to take my hat off to Mom! It's the
kind of embarrassment a boy will remember the rest of his
life!  But then, to cap that off, she made a rule that while
he was being punished, Chad couldn't use the bathroom alone,
he always had to have someone watching!  So he had to there
on the toilet with one of us watching while he grunted and
strained and tried to do his business.  It was hilarious! 
And if he didn't poop at least once a day, he had to take
another enema.  The only thing I think she did wrong was
after the enemas she had him poop in the toilet.  I'd have
made him go outside to the patio drain each time."

Dakota was staring at Beth with open admiration.  Chad,
blushing almost to the tips of his toes, stared at the
table.  He hated mentally reliving the events a month ago.
The passage of time had not reduced the embarrassment in any
way. Beth went on, oblivious his distress.  "And boys' poop
holes are usually private – after they stop being toddlers
and no one is wiping their butts any more, no one ever sees
their poop holes, and they get really embarrassed when
people do.  You say your brother's gotten spanked bare butt
in front of you lots of times, Dakota.  I bet even then you
haven't seen his hole."

"Well, not really," Dakota admitted.  "When he gets to
kicking his butt always separates a little bit, but you
can't really see it."

"Yet I bet you saw his genitals clearly every time he got
spanked," Beth said.

"Oh, sure!  His little dink was always flopping around
between his legs when he got spanked!  And his little balls,
too!  After he'd gets spanked, he doesn't even care if I see
them – he prances around rubbing his butt with his dink
flapping in the breeze," Dakota said, grinning.

"Yeah, well, I've seen your cunt when you get spanked, too,
Kota!" Gabriel said indignantly.

Beth looked at Gabriel sharply.  "What did I say about your
language, young man?" she snapped.  "That's a disgusting,
demeaning term that I don't ever want to hear in this house
again!  I should paddle your little bare butt right now!"

"I can go get the paddle," Dakota said helpfully.

Gabriel flushed, looking frightened.  Beth could see that
Dakota wasn't exaggerating – this was a boy who knew what
spankings and paddlings on the bare bottom felt like from a
personal viewpoint.  "But that's what my mom calls it," he
wailed.  "It's the only word I know for it!"

Beth looked more sympathetic.  "Well, okay.  I'll let it go
this time, because you didn't know any better.  But from now
on, I expect you to use polite, adult words for things like
that.  A girl's privates should be called her vulva."

"I thought it was a vagina," Chad said in a puzzled voice.

"The vagina is the tube inside the girl that goes from the
vulva to the uterus," Beth said in a superior tone.  "Lots
of people get that wrong.  They point to a girl's vulva and
say, 'that's your vagina,' but it isn't really.  The part
you can see on the outside is the vulva.  The vagina is
inside, and you can't even see it unless she spreads her
legs and opens herself up to you."

Chad pondered this.  Beth took a deep breath and went on
with her explication.  "Anyway, where was I?  Oh, yeah -- we
were talking about things that embarrass boys.  The
anthropology book I was looking at also pointed out that
humans are vulnerable when having sex, especially during
orgasm.  So they get real private about sex, because that
has survival value, too.  All boys play with their little
wieners all the time.  They do it because it feels good. 
But they all are embarrassed about it, so they all act like
they don't do it.  Instead, they go around accusing other
boys of doing it and make fun of them instead to divert
attention away from the fact they do it, too.  But inside,
they all know that they do it, and they hope nobody finds
out.  They're all scared to death that some other boy is
going to see them doing it, or worse yet, that their mothers
are going to catch them.  They also get embarrassed when
their little things to get hard, because they associate
getting a stiffy with playing with it.  When you're spanking
a boy or punishing him in any other way, you should always
immediately call everyone's attention to it if his dick gets
hard.  You should usually admonish him if that happens that
he's supposed to be being punished and should be afraid, and
that having a hard dick is a sign that he isn't not afraid
enough and he obviously needs more punishment.  On the other
hand, if his dick is a soft little thing, you can order him
to make it hard, so you'll have something to hold on to when
you spank his little butt.  A boy's dick makes a pretty good
handle when you're spanking his butt, and you better believe
he'll hold still across your lap when you've got him by the
old joystick."

"But the best thing is to make him cum in front of you!  You
can either force him to jack himself off, or you can make
him put his hands behind his head while you jack him off. 
Either one is acutely embarrassing for a young boy, because
on the one hand, it feels really good, but on the other
hand, he's doing this private thing in front of everybody." 
Beth beamed at the three children across the table from her,
only Dakota meeting her eyes.  "And boys generally make
ridiculous faces and idiotic grunting noises when they're
jacking off or being jacked off," she went on.  "They can't
control it, and they know they look ridiculous.  And if you
make them jack themselves off, they look so silly, her
little hands pumping up and down their little dicks. 
They'll never forget that everyone has seen them doing it. 
We made Chad come a dozen times while he was being punished,
and he never got used to it.  Isn't that right, Chad?"

Chad looked at the table, his face beet red.  He didn't
answer.

"I said, isn't that right, Chad?"  Beth repeated.  When Chad
still didn't answer, he spoke up again.  "Well, if you won't
agree with me, maybe you'll just have to provide a
demonstration," she said.  "Maybe I should make you stand up
right now and take your pants and undies down, and play with
your little Vienna sausage until you come!"

Chad looked up, fear in his eyes.  "No!"  he said.  "I'm not
trying to be bad -- it's just hard for me to talk about. 
It's embarrassing!"

"My point exactly," Beth said.  "Now where was I?  Oh, yeah
– the things you could have done better.  Besides building
the anticipation of the coming punishment, you should have
made him apologize and beg a little bit first.  Nothing
humbles a boy more than having to beg for mercy and
apologize in front of everyone.  You should have made him
say that he was wrong for doing what he did, and that he'd
never do it again.  It's best if you make him say it several
times, and in as demeaning a way as possible.  In this case,
I'd have made Tommy say, "I'm sorry I squirted on myself
like a little boy and made a mess when Jessica was cleaning
my dirty butt after I pooped my diaper.'   See, you don't
let him say 'I'm sorry for what I did,' you make him admit
exactly what it was.  And you make sure you don't miss the
opportunity to remind him that he pooped his pants.  There
are few things in the world more embarrassing to a boy than
pooping his pants.  It's even worse than peeing his pants. 
And you could've taken advantage of that.  You could've
reminded Tommy that he had peed and pooped in his pants just
like a big baby, and that he was wearing a diaper just like
a big baby.  You have to milk the embarrassment as much as
you can."

"Diabolical," Dakota said.  

"That brings me to the third thing – the spanking you
administered to Tommy was effective in its own way – it make
him beg and cry, and that bit where you pulled his butt
apart and spanked inside his butt crack was a nice touch. 
But you could have been more effective with just a little
more creativity.  For one, you were too predictable.  You
followed a strict pattern that I picked up on right away –
center of the buns, bottom, top, outside edges, and the
center again.  There's nothing wrong with patterning, of
course, but if you vary the pattern within the spanking it's
much more effective.  Boys start anticipating the pattern,
so it still hurts but it isn't as frightening as not knowing
what's going to sting next.   For example, you could have
done two or three rounds with your pattern, but just as
Tommy started expecting it, you could have switched to just
spanking him in the centers for awhile, changing the
sensation and making him wonder if you're going to just keep
hitting him there.  Then you change again, maybe this time
going for the crease where his butt joins his legs.  Or you
start at the top and overlap the spanks going down, or the
bottom and overlap the spanks going up.  You switch it
around, so they're always afraid of what you're going to do
next."

"She's right," Chad said.  "The worst spankings are the ones
where you don't know whether they're going to spread it
around or just concentrate on one area, or if they're going
to do something else entirely."

"What else do I need to know?" Dakota said.

"Balls," Beth said.  "You need to know about boys' balls. 
You know, those little marbles and the baby sacks the
underneath their dicks.  Girls often overlook them because
they're so small, and they don't stick out the way their
little dicks do."

"Gabe's certainly don't," Dakota said.  "His are so tiny. 
You almost can't see them behind his little dink."

"Shut up, Kota," Gabriel said.

"Why?  What's the big secret?  Everyone knows you've got
tiny balls, baby brother!  You can hardly see them at all!
Now that boyfriend Mom had last year?  The one before her
last one?  That was a different thing.  I swear, his were as
big as plums!  He was always walking around naked, with
these great big things hanging down practically to his
knees."  

Across the table from her, Gabriel shuddered.  He remembered
that boyfriend entirely too well.  His association with
their mom had been brief, but during that time, he'd
insisted on taking over discipline of the children,
specifically Gabriel, saying it was the man's job.  And he'd
had a special dislike of Gabriel, taking every opportunity
to punish his girlfriend's son, the son of another man. 
He'd saved most of those discipline sessions for when
Gabriel's mother and sister were both out of the house, and
there was no one to witness the man's actions or to
intervene on Gabriel's behalf.  There had been several such
sessions, all of them beginning with the man sitting on the
sofa watching TV and drinking beer.  Each time, after he had
finished a six pack, he get up and call for Gabriel to
appear from wherever he was hiding in the apartment, trying
to be invisible.  "Where are you, you little brat?" he would
snarl.  "You get your ornery little ass in here right now!" 
When Gabriel would hesitate, the man would always add, "I'm
going to count to 10, and if you're not in front of me by
then, I'm going to double your whoppin'." 

Gabriel had never had the courage to call the man's bluff
and see if he really would find Gabriel and double his
punishment or simply forget about it.  Instead, he would
slip quietly into the living room, cowering before the red-
faced, angry man, who insisted that he be called "Daddy."  

"Where are you, boy?"  The man would always roar.

"I'm here, Daddy," Gabriel would say, shaking in fear. 

"Your mother says you're out of control and aren't minding
her," the man would say.  "I'm guess I'm going to have to
whop your bare ass again."

"No, Daddy, please!"  Gabriel would say, each time.  "I've
been good, really!  Please don't spank me!"

"Don't talk back to me, boy!"  the man would say.  "Are you
calling your mother a liar!"

"No Daddy!"  Gabriel would plead.  "But don't spank me,
please!  I don't want a spankin'!"

The man was never swayed by Gabriel's pleas.  "Get those
britches off," he'd snarl.  When Gabriel would hesitate, he
would add "or do I have to get my belt?"

Gabriel never found out if the man would actually get his
belt, because at this point, he always lost his courage and
reluctantly pulled off his sweatpants.  He'd stood there
each time feeling helpless and vulnerable, hoping that
taking off the pants would be enough.  But each time, the
man had said, "Did you hear me, boy?  I said get those
britches off!  I need you butt naked for this!"  Grimacing,
Gabriel would drop his briefs to his feet and step out of
them, looking at the man pleadingly.  At that point, the man
seldom said anything, and merely motioned Gabriel to come
over to the couch and climb over his lap, which he would do
compliantly in fear of would happen otherwise.  As he
approached the man, his mother's boyfriend would always make
a comment on the size of his genitals, saying things like,
"Are you sure that you're a boy?  I don't see no prick on
you!"  As Gabriel got closer, he'd say, "Oh, now I can see
it! You haven't been playing with yourself, have you boy? 
You need to play with yourself more and make that thing
bigger!  You gotta play with every morning and every night,
boy, until it's too sore to touch any more, or you'll turn
into a girl!"  Gabriel didn't know whether to believe him or
not, but he had increased his frequency of masturbatory
activity, just to be sure.  But other than a tendency for
his penis to be a bit sore, the extra attention never had
any effect.

But the man didn't let his genital ridicule of Gabriel stop
there.  He would always reach out and grab Gabriel's penis,
squeezing it painfully and lifting it to view the boy's
little scrotum, usually making Gabriel have to go up on his
tiptoes to avoid stabbing pains in the base of his penis.
The man would eye his sack critically, and then massage it
with his free hand, causing a dull ache in the boy's
sensitive balls that was very unpleasant.  "You're never
going to be much of a man, boy," he would say derisively. 
"You've got balls like chickpeas!" Gabriel wasn't exactly
sure what a chickpea was, but he figured it was something
pretty small.  The man would release his penis, and he would
clamber over the man's lap, shaking with fear knowing what
was about to happen.  The man would spend some time
positioning him properly, massaging his butt and settling
him in just the right position.  Then he'd reached between
his own legs with his left hand, circling Gabriel's genital
package, and raise his right hand over the boy's small,
unprotected, tightly clenched butt, holding it there for
more than a minute, while Gabriel looked fearfully over his
shoulder.  Finally, the man would always say, "I'm going to
whop your sassy little ass good, boy!  And remember, I don't
want to hear anything from you!  You know you deserve this
licking, so try to act like you got some balls and take it
like a man!  Remember, if you cry or make too much noise,
I'll give you another whopping just as bad after this one! 
I don't wanna hear anything except the sound of my hand on
your ass!"

The man would then begin Gabriel's spanking, alternating
sides of his butt, but spanking  only the centers of each
side.  He didn't spank particularly hard, no harder than
Gabriel's mother spanked, but the prohibition from crying or
crying out made the spanking seem  much worse.  Gabriel
would bite his lip as hard as he could and try to choke back
his cries, but invariably a cry would escape him when the
pain would become so great he couldn't stand it.  Once that
happened, there was no stopping his cries, which quickly
would escalate to full-fledged bawling.  His mother's
boyfriend would just continue spanking his bare bottom,
slowly and methodically, never stopping until the centers of
the boy's buns were each bright red.  He would then yank
Gabriel to his feet immediately, using his grip on the boy's
genitals, shake him using the same grip, and announce,
"Didn't I warn you not to cry, boy?  Don't you have any
balls between your legs at all?  Well, gonna put balls
there! Now get over in the corner and stop crying like a big
baby!  I'm going to call you over again in 10 minutes and
give you another spanking, just like this one, and you'd
better not be crying when I call you over for that spanking,
or I'll use the belt on you!"  With that he would give
Gabriel's genitals a vicious squeeze that would intensify
his crying, and shove him toward the corner.  He would then
go to the kitchen for more beer and drink quietly while he
waited for 10 minutes to pass, and Gabriel fought with all
his might to stop crying.  

All too soon, the man would announce, " OK, boy!  Time for
your whoppin' again!  Get your ass over here, and try not to
act like a big baby this time!"  Gabriel would stumble
across the floor, his heart thumping, his butt burning, and
clamber over the man's lap, looking fearfully over his
shoulder and squeezing his red butt tightly in anticipation. 
The man would again warn him against crying, admonish him to
act like he had some balls, and then give him a spanking
almost identical to the first, striking the same bright red
spots on Gabriel's butt and sending him into tears almost
immediately this time.  Nonetheless, the man continued
spanking him slowly and methodically, generally bringing
blisters to Gabriel's butt this time by the time he was
done.  He would again admonish the sobbing Gabriel for
"crying like a girl" and send him back to a corner,
promising a third spanking at the end of 10 minutes, with
the belt in the offing if he hadn't stopped crying by then.  

The man would resume drinking beer and staring at the
television until the end of the 10 minutes.  Each time,
Gabriel had managed but just barely to stop crying by that
point, but the man would just point across his lap, seize
Gabriel's genitals, and commence his third spanking.  By
this point, of course, Gabriel cried from the very first
spank, and the man never finished any of the third
spankings, but instead yanked Gabriel off his lap after he'd
began bawling lustily again, shook him by his grip on the
boy's genitals, and snarled, "you get in your room boy, and
wait for me on your back with your legs spread.  I'm gonna
finish my beer, and I'll go to the truck and get my loppers
and we'll see if we can't do something about relieving you
of your little prick and balls!  If you can act like a girl,
you might as well be a girl!"

Each of the three times, the man had made this threat,
Gabriel had been sure that this time he was really going to
do it, and he had lain with his bottom half naked, and his
legs widely spread on his bed, dreading the approach of the
man's foot and wondering what it would feel like when the
cold blades of the cutter closed around his genitals.  But
each time, the man had fallen asleep in the chair without
retrieving the dreaded loppers.  The first two times,
Gabriel and stayed there shaking on his bed, clutching his
genitals with both hands, until he heard the front door
open, signaling his mother's return.  At that point he'd
risen and slipped on another pair of pants, and peeked out,
watching as his mother roused her boyfriend and took him off
to her bedroom.  The third time, he got the courage after a
time to get up and look out his door, breathing a sigh of
relief when he saw the man had fallen asleep.  He always
worried the next morning that the man would remember his
threat and that he'd awaken to the cold blades encircling
his genitals and swiftly emasculating him, but the man
always acted like he'd forgotten completely about it by the
following day.

The fourth and last time his mother's boyfriend had spanked
Gabriel, it had been entirely different.  For one thing, it
wasn't just the two of the alone in the apartment that time. 
His mother's boyfriend had showed up that morning with a
surly looking older boy and a boy younger than Gabriel, who
he introduced as his nephews.  The older boy looked to be
about 13, dark and gangly and scruffy and sporting a wisp of
uneven fuzz on his upper lip.  The younger boy appeared to
be about 9, blond, light skinned, and blue eyed with a
slight build.  Despite his efforts to keep her home,
Gabriel's mother had departed, and his sister was in a sleep
over, leaving him alone with the two boys and the man who
insisted he be called "Daddy."  To Gabriel's relief, the
three of them ignored him for a time, sitting down in front
of the television.  They appeared to be focused on
diminishing his mother's beer supply, with the older boy,
despite his age, began matching his father beer for beer,
while his younger brother begged healthy sips now and then
from both of them.  Gabriel tried to stay out of sight in
his room, but after they'd killed a six pack and were most
of the way through a second one, he hear his mother's
boyfriend begin complaining loudly. "Where is the pansy-
assed little brat of hers?  I got to give him his weekly
whopping!  Get your ass in here, boy!  Your mother says you
been mouthy again this week!"

Gabriel had appeared timidly in the living room, but the
procedure was different this time.  "Take him to his bedroom
and get him ready for a whopping," the man had told his
nephews.  The sullen boy had taken Gabriel firmly by the
upper arm and led him away down the hall, with the younger
boy grinning and dogging his heels.  One there, the older
boy had shut the door, while the younger one had danced
around Gabriel, chanting, "You're gonna get your butt
whipped, you're gonna get your butt whipped," over and over. 
The older boy had turned from the door and said, simply,
"Come on, you little pansy, strip," before crossing his arms
and standing staring at Gabriel.  The younger boy continued
his dancing and chanting.  Finally, when Gabriel just stood
there in indecision, the blond had stopped, smirking at him. 


"Come on, take 'em off," he'd said brightly.  "Uncle Rob
always whips us bare naked!  We're gonna see your weenie and
your butt!"  

When Gabriel had hesitated, the older boy had spoken up. 
"Quit wasting time, or I'll go get the loppers and cut your
balls off!  I know where Dad keeps them in the truck.  I bet
he'd even let me do the honors on you."  When Gabriel still
didn't move, the younger boy had reached over and pulled his
pants down to his knees, and when he still didn't move,
grabbed the front of his underpants and pulled them under
his genitals, examining Gabriel closely.

"Man, yours is teenie!" he commented, pulling the underpants
the rest of the way down.  "You're a teenie-weenie!"  He
danced around Gabriel, chanting, "teenie-weenie, teenie-
weenie!" over and over again.  

"Take that stuff the rest of the way off," the older boy
ordered.  "Take your shirt off, too."

Gabriel complied, petrified by the lopper threat.  He stood
in front of the two hostile boys, feeling very small and
exposed and vulnerable.  "How's it coming along, boys?" his
mother's boyfriend called from the living room.

"We're getting him ready, Uncle Rob," the older boy had
called back.  "But he's not cooperating."

"Do what you have to do to make him cooperate," the man
called back.  "I can wait."

"You heard him – take it all off," the older boy ordered.

More frightened that he'd ever been in his life, Gabriel
pulled his feet out of his pants and underpants, pulled his
shirt over his head, and stood in front of the two boys
stark naked, his tiny penis shrunken in fright so that it
looked like a half-inch long little cylinder pointed
straight out from his groin.  The smaller boy, now standing
behind Gabriel, reached out and stroked his bare bottom. 
"Soft," he said.  "Not tough like mine!"  

He walked around front of Gabriel.  "Uncle Rob says you
always cry when he whips your butt," he said, looking at
Gabriel's genitals and suppressing a laugh.  "So he always
has to whip your butt again.  He never does that to me!  I
never cry!"

"That's true," his older brother said.  "But you're not a
baby like he is!"

"That's 'cause my balls are bigger," the younger boy
smirked.  "My weenie is lots bigger too!"

Gabriel looked down at his crotch.  He'd always thought his
penis was pretty big.  He looked at the younger boy
doubtfully.  "It's way bigger," the little boy said.  "Way,
way bigger!"  

"He doesn't believe you," the older boy said.  "Show the
little pansy."

The smaller boy immediately hooked a thumb under each side
of the front of his waistband and yanked his pants and
underpants below his crotch, exposing a penis twice as big
as Gabriel's and proportionately bigger balls.  Gabriel
blushed in shame at the contrast between this smaller boy's
bigger equipment and his own.

"How is it coming, boys?" the man in the next room asked.

"We're going to be a while longer," the older boy called
back.  "He has to be taught a lesson about obeying first."
He turned to Gabriel.  "Bend over the side of your bed," he
ordered.  When Gabriel didn't immediately respond, the older
boy added, "unless you want me to get the loppers."  Fear
stricken, Gabriel complied, and walking to the side of his
bed and bending across it.  The older boy nudged his knees
with his foot.  "Separate your legs more," he commanded. 
"Make them good and wide."  Gabriel spread his legs.  "Now
reach behind you and spread your butt as far apart as it
will go," the older boy ordered.  Still afraid of the
loppers, Gabriel did as he was told, spreading his little
buns wide and exposing his tightly pursed anus to the two
boys.  He looked fearfully back at them over his shoulder. 
The younger boy was pushing his pants down to his knees and
then waddling forward to take position up behind Gabriel. 
He dropped to his own knees and leaned forward and inspected
Gabriel's anus from close range.  He held his hand in front
of his face, spitting in it several times, reaching down out
of Gabriel's sight to rub the spit on the tip of his now
erect penis.  He raised his hand and spit again, this time
wiping it on Gabriel's pursed butt hole, where it glistened
wetly.

"No, please!" Gabriel whispered as he felt the tip of the
younger boy's spit-coated little penis line up at his rear
entrance.  

The older boy took Gabriel's stuffed Spongebob Squarepants
from the bed, pushing it toward Gabriel's face.  "Put the
corner in your mouth and bite down on it," he said.  "Uncle
Rob doesn't like hearing boys cry or yell.  He says it sets
his teeth on edge.  And if you make him mad enough, he'll go
get the loppers himself."

Feelings the hard, rubbery wetness of the other boy's penis
probing his anal orifice, Gabriel had no choice but to do as
instructed, filling his mouth with the corner of Spongebob's
yellow body and then biting down on it as the smaller boy
pushed forward steadily.  Relentless pressure built up
against Gabriel's butt hole until, with a sharp stab of
pain, the boy's thin organ slipped in quite suddenly, his
hip bones slamming into Gabriel's hands where he was holding
his butt apart.  Gabriel muffled his cries by biting
Spongebob as the younger boy began savagely humping away at
him, pumping his little butt with short, rapid strokes that
made entrance of Gabriel's rectum burn like fire.  He
couldn't have more than about an inch of his rubbery boyhood
inside of Gabriel, yet each time he moved it felt like it
was 5 feet long.  It took him only a minute of panting
thrusts to reach his climax, leaning heavily into Gabriel
and stiffening, so Gabriel could feel the little penis pulse
against his anal ring, but it was the longest minute Gabriel
had ever experienced up to that point.  The younger boy
remained in position, his breath slowing and his penis
shrinking noticeably, until, with a soft plopping sound, he
withdrew from Gabriel's butt.  He picked Gabriel's
underpants up from the floor, wiped his damp penis on it,
and pulled his pants up again.  Gabriel looked fearfully at
the older boy, expecting him to take the position behind him
and invade him with his much larger penis.  But the older
boy merely said, "Get up, you little pansy.  Uncle Rob is
waiting to whip your butt.  Unless you need another
obedience lesson."  As Gabriel slowly and painfully stood
up, his butt hole burning like fire, the older boy took
Gabriel's underpants and scrubbed the his face free of tears
and snot.  Gabriel sniffled.  "Quiet," the older boy
ordered.  "Now you're ready for your spanking, I think," he
said.  He noted Gabriel's appraising look and interpreted it
accurately.  "I don't have to butt fuck little pansies like
you," he said smugly.  "I use my little pansy brother
instead for stuff like that.  He's a great little
cocksucker, too.  I just let him have a turn with you so he
could see what it was like to be on the giving end for a
change."

He had taken Gabriel by his upper arm again and led him back
into the living room.  "Sorry we took so long, Uncle Rob,"
he'd said cheerily as they'd walked back into the living
room.  "He was a bit reluctant to obey, so I had Alfie teach
him a lesson."  Gabriel's mother's boyfriend didn't ask what
sort of lesson Alfie had taught Gabriel.  He just motioned
the frightened boy over his lap, leaving Gabriel no choice
but to clamber upon the couch and drape himself in the
spanking position, this time with two smirking witnesses
watching gleefully from the sidelines.  The usual spanking
procedure occurred, with the man ordering Gabriel not to cry
and Gabriel trying his best, but failing to comply once
again, this time with a small, blond boy's face watching his
own gleefully and announcing when his crying had begun. 
Once again, the spanking continued to its end even after
Gabriel had started crying, but this time the man hadn't
sent him to the corner afterward.  He'd picked Gabriel up
and laid him on his back on the floor, and then knelt over
his head with his knees pinning Gabriel's upper arms above
his head.  He'd then taken Gabriel's legs and hoisted them
under each arm, spreading them widely apart so that his
small genitals were fully exposed between his spread legs,
his butt jackknifed in the air higher than the rest of his
body.  Gabriel's little genitals capped his his widely
spread legs, his penis pointing back at his face. 

"Get the loppers, boy," The boyfriend had drunkenly said to
the older lad, his breath reeking of stale beer. Gabriel had
struggled and tried to scream, but the younger boy had
brought Gabriel's underpants from the bedroom and shoved
them roughly in his mouth, so that his shouts became a
muffled series of moans.  The older boy returned after a
time, panting from having hurried, carrying a large pair of
garden loppers.  These he opened widely in front of
Gabriel's eyes so he could see the sharp blades gleaming in
the room light.  As Gabriel attempted to struggle and scream
again, his little butt wiggling ineffectively and his small
genitals trying to retreat to safety, he saw the boy open
the handles and lower the blades to his genitals, until the
shining sharp edges were resting on either side of his small
package.  He froze, horrified to silence, realizing that any
movement would make the blades cut into his skin.  

"Shall I do it, Uncle Rob?"  The older boy said, his hands
gripping the handles.  He closed them slightly, and Gabriel
felt the sharp pinch of the blades digging into the base of
his scrotum. Fear like he'd never known coursed through
Gabriel.  They were really going to do it!  They were going
to cut his dick and balls off!  His sphincter opened and his
bladder contracted violently, spraying pee out of himself as
only little boys can, a powerful arc that drenched his
chest, neck, and face, plastered his hair down in front, and
even seeped into mouth around the protruding gag. 
Miserable, drenched in his own pee, he looked fearfully at
the loppers, still circling his now dripping genitals.  He
felt like he'd poop himself any minute as well.  His
mother's boyfriend began roaring with laughter, as the
younger boy shrilled with glee himself and the older one
began braying like a donkey, wiggling as he did and making
the blades tug at Gabriel's delicate little sack.  Gabriel
sputtered and tried not to swallow the pee that had gotten
in his mouth, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes.  He could
feel the blades pinching his scrotum, already cutting in. 
He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see when the
glinting blades would finally close, taking his boy parts
forever.  

Suddenly he felt the blades shift, opening and releasing
their pinch on his scrotum.  Gabriel tensed, expecting them
to close suddenly, sharp blades slicing through his delicate
parts.  He wondered how bad it would hurt.  But the touch of
the cold steel against his crotch lifted, and he willed
himself to open his eyes, discovering that the older boy had
removed the loppers and was dancing, waving them and roaring
with laughter.

"Did you see that!" he chortled to his capering little
brother.  "The little fart got so scared he pissed himself
in the face!  I thought he was going to shit himself!"

The smaller boy was pointing at Gabriel's dripping face and
chest and shrieking in hysterical laughter, as his father,
still holding Gabriel tightly, continued to roar with
laughter himself.  The older boy put down the loppers and
cupped his hand over Gabriel's damp, exposed genitals,
messaging them gently.  "We wouldn't cut your little balls
off, you big baby!  If we did, I wouldn't be able to do
this!"  Raising his cupped hand, he slammed it down on
Gabriel's genitals.  Gabriel shrieked into his pee-soaked
underwear gag and struggled to escape as pain from his small
sack overwhelmed him until all he could think of was the
dull red throb of his two tiny orbs.  The boy raised his
hand and struck Gabriel's balls again, and then a third
time, while he thrashed ineffectively and tried to escape
the older man's firm grip.  The three of them were all
leaning in, now, the two boys smirking in Gabriel's helpless
face as his unprotected balls were repeatedly slapped. 

Suddenly, there was a splintering crash.  The man holding
Gabriel toppled backwards, releasing him, as the two boys
looked up with sudden surprise on their faces.  Gabriel
rolled into a fetal position, clutching his tortured balls,
searching with bleary eyes for the source of his sudden
release.  His eyes gradually focused on his own mother,
standing behind her collapsed boyfriend,  holding the broken
off base of a vase that had splintered to fragments as it
had struck the man on the back of the head.  As he watched,
trying to comprehend what had happened, she threw it at the
older boy, the base catching the edge of his forehead and
sending him cowering backward.  A rain of small, compact
objects followed it, as his mother threw everything within
reach at the two boys, all the while screaming obscenities
at them.  Crawling on all fours, Gabriel fled to his
bedroom, slammed the door, and crawled under his bed, still
naked and clutching his sore balls.  His mother continued
shrieking outside, screaming "get out, and take that trash
with you" in between various obscenities and the crash of
flying objects.  This continued for some time, during which
Gabriel's senses had returned and he'd removed the gag from
his mouth, his breath still rank with the smell of it. 
After several more minutes of crashing and thumping, the
front door slammed and then it was suddenly quiet.  

Gabriel lay under the bed, shivering and clutching his dully
throbbing sack for what seemed like an eternity, but there
were no more sounds from the living room.  Finally, he
cautiously slid out from under the bed, covered with dust
bunnies and still reeking of pee, to carefully open the door
and peek through it.  His mother was collapsed on the couch
in a drunken stupor, a mostly empty vodka bottle still
resting against her side.  Broken crockery and other objects
were strewn around the floor, but, to Gabriel's relief, no
one else was in the room.  He padded down the hall to the
bathroom, turning on the shower and standing in it a long
time, washing himself all over and letting the water rinse
his open mouth, trying to wash away the taste and the
memories.  Afterward, he'd slipped on underpants and done
his best to clean the room, then gone back to his own room
and watched TV until he fell asleep.  The following morning
his mother had come out of the shower wrapped in a towel and
poked her head into the kitchen, where he was eating cereal,
to announce that she and Rob were done, and he wouldn't be
coming around any more.  She didn't say anything else then
or afterward about what had happened to Gabriel, and he'd
tried to forget it was well.  But he still remembered the
man with the huge, pendulous balls, and what he'd
experienced at the man's hands.