Natural Boys Love Nature Part 5
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved 

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explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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The following morning Joey felt something rubbing his stiff
penis and was awakened to see Mrs. Simonton smiling down at
him.  "It's time to rise and shine, Joey, today we have more
lab tests for Stephanie's science fair project."

At the same moment, his brother Tommy was having his anus
impaled by Stephanie's forefinger as he slowly turned from
his sleeping position on his stomach to his side to
determine what was happening.  His eyes still full of
morning drowsiness he saw Stephanie's face come into focus. 
"Yeah, Tommy, you need to wake up."

Johnny had awakened earlier and was in the kitchen with
Samantha eating breakfast as the two nude boys joined their
similarly unclothed friend.  As Mrs. Simonton and Stephanie
entered the kitchen Samantha surrendered her chair to Tommy
and joined the other females near the kitchen sink.  Johnny
bent forward and whispered, "Hi, guys, what do you think
they're going to do to us today?" The budding urologist, her
mother and her friend busily fixed something for the late
arrivals to eat.

Tommy more audibly responded, "I don't know but I hope it
doesn't hurt like those sticks they put in our wieners
yesterday.  Man, they really hurt, bad.  And then that
rubber band..."

Shortly, Mrs. Simonton broke the semi-quiet of the kitchen,
"Stephanie you and your little friends need to go set up the
lab for this morning's tests.  Where are Jo Ellen and
Mandy?"

"Jo Ellen is coming at eight thirty, but Mandy has to go to
the mall with her mother today, so she won't be able to
play," Samantha reported.

"I'll finish up with the boys if you and Samantha want to
get the lab ready."   With that Stephanie and Samantha left
to prepare the next round of exploration.  "Boys, I hope we
can get these tests done so I can spend some time soothing
your little bodies.  I really want to feel those little boy
parts in a more pleasurable way when the girls are done. 
Maybe, when we return from our afternoon running around town
errands, I can rub those little penises and then make you
pleasure each other for fun."

At that, Tommy turned to Joey and whispered quietly, "What's
she mean?  What is she going to make us do?"

"I don't know, I'm still trying to figure out what the
'errands around town' meant." He whispered back to his
brother.  Turning toward Johnny he continued, "You think
she's going to make us go into town naked?"

"If she does, everyone will see us!" Johnny responded.

Then from the sink, an adult voice entered the discussion. 
"Yes, she is going to show you off in town.  And, yes,
everyone will see you.  But, if they want to, they can touch
you too."

The ever embarrassed Joey spoke at a conversational level,
"Can't we just stay here?  I mean its bad enough these girls
have been touching us and doing mean things to our things. 
Why do we have to let everyone see?"

"You boys aren't going to find it too uncomfortable.  After
all, you and Johnny were naked all day in front of your
classmates on that field trip to you grandmother's house. 
Remember?  And you, Tommy, are too young to be concerned
about who sees your little boy parts.  Maybe if either of
you had looser balls, I'd understand some of the
embarrassment, but even then, no hair?  You shouldn't be so
modest.  Though I must admit even though you're not
developed each of you is gifted with length in the part that
matters.  And, Joey both you and Tommy have very well
developed little legs.  Johnny you have that cute little ass
with the dimpled cheeks.  You guys are beautiful and most
people like to see naked little ones.  Oh, they might act
startled at first, but when it comes down to it all of them
would click away if they had cameras.  I'm not sure any of
them would avoid feeling those little sausages if they knew
they wouldn't be ridiculed for it.  We're just going to
arrange the opportunity, that's all."

Johnny spoke up, "You'd let a complete stranger feel our
privates?"

"Yes, dear, but it seems you don't have 'privates', only
'publics.' Believe me, you'll like your bodies a whole lot
more after today, and you won't feel bad when you have to be
naked in front of other people."

Johnny again questioned the determined mother, "What do you
think my Mom will say about taking me around town naked and
letting people touch me there?"

"Not much, she asked me to do it. Enough talking, now eat! 
We have a busy day today." With that she gave Johnny, who
was kneeling in his chair, a maternal pat on his bare ass. 

When the boys had finished eating Mrs. Simonton ordered them
to her daughter's lair.  "Get on the beds, boys, so the
girls can tie you down."

Tommy immediately began to cry.  "I don't want to play this
again.  I don't want you to put those things in my peepee. 
Please...."  He struggled as Stephanie took him by his arm.  

"Tommy, we aren't going to put those things in again.  We're
done with that experiment.  These won't be so bad", the
young girl tried to reassure him as she helped him onto the
bed and began securing his arms and legs.  Johnny was also
being belligerent about the prospect of being abused for the
second day in a row.  Rather than crying he was yelling. 
With that Mrs. Simonton put him over her knee and began
slapping his bare bottom leaving red handprints as she did
so.  

"Samantha, go up to my bathroom and get the hairbrush on the
vanity.  The one with the long handle—just bring it to me,
please."  With that the girl disappeared, only to reappear
momentarily with a long handled hair brush.  Shortly after
she handed it to the irate mother, sharp pains began to rain
on Johnny's ass.  After four or five such blows he was
crying very loudly with an extremely red rear end which
continued to field blows from the torturous item.  His sobs
turned to screaming requests to stop and promises to behave. 
After finishing with him, Mrs. Simonton secured the much
more cooperative boy to the bed.  When she finished she
grabbed his penis and gave it a violent yank which again
elicited a loud scream partly of fear and partly of pain.

Seeing this Joey complied with Samantha's orders and was
overly polite and cooperative.  He was sure he didn't want
any of what he'd witnessed Johnny get.

The three boys were lying spread eagle on the beds and
unable to move with much success.  Stephanie left the room
and returned with three gallon sized plastic zip lock bags
and the ice tray from the freezer's ice maker.  Filling each
of the bags she asked her mother and Samantha to hold them
on the boys' genitals for fifteen minutes.  Just as they
began the experiment, Jo Ellen came in through the kitchen
door and walked to the "laboratory". 

"Hi, what are we doing to them today?" 

"Well, we're starting the study to see what extreme cold
does to their penises and their bags." Stephanie answered.

"Scrotums, Stephanie.  They aren't called bags, they're
called scrotums.  Let's be sure you get the terms right for
the project," her mother corrected.

After the ice bags were placed on their genitals each of the
boys complained and tried to wiggle free from the initial
discomfort from the coldness.  The ice was so cold it hurt. 
After a few minutes their genital area was numbed by the ice
which made it more bearable.  

After fifteen minutes, Stephanie removed the bag from
Tommy's penis and testicles.  She instructed the others to
keep the ice on their respective boys as she measured the
length of Tommy's now very retracted penis.  Then using her
forefinger she stroked his scrotum.  "Well, its obvious his
penis is much smaller after icing than it is normally and
his little bag, I mean scrotum, is firmer and has tight
little wrinkles in it.  Jo Ellen would you take some
pictures of it close up?"

"I sure will."

"After you've done that you can rub him down there to warm
him up again."

"With pleasure."

"Okay, Samantha, let's have a look at Joey.  Take the ice
off."

Again the future physician began her measurements and
examination.  As with his younger brother she noted his
penis was smaller than other times she'd measured it in its
flaccid state.  She also noted his scrotum to be hard and
firm with the tiny firm wrinkles.  As she eventually did
with Johnny.  After logging the results of her experiment
and making sure each had been photographed, she had her
mother and young friends continue a warming genital massage. 

"Okay, now that we've got them hard let's stop and let them
settle down again.  I want to move on to the next
experiment.  I want to know if they can make their own
penises hard, by touching them themselves.  Let's leave them
tied up and go down stairs for awhile so they can calm
down."  It was apparent Stephanie was getting to understand
the workings of erections if nothing else.  Everyone
adjourned to the living room leaving the boys tied spread
eagle on the beds.

"Man, that wasn't so bad.  At least it wasn't like
yesterday," Joey observed.  "Are you okay Tommy?"

"Yeah, I was just sacred they were going to put sticks in
our wieners.  I'm glad they didn't do that again."

"Johnny, are you okay?"

"Yeah, but my ass still hurts bad.  Mrs. Simonton really
spanked hard."

"Well, just do as you're told from now on. Don't piss 'em
off.  You know they're going to win every time, so why fight
it.  When I saw that spanking, I knew I didn't want any of
that action. Twist over and let me see your ass."

With that Johnny twisted as far as the ropes would let him. 
"Oh man, its real red.  I'll bet that's gonna hurt for
awhile.  You might even have some bruises."

"If I do, I'll report her to Children's Services."

"Your mother won't let you and the school doesn't care if
you do.  You have been a pain to the teachers and they'll
like it if you tell them you got spanked until you were
bruised.  Your Mom will like it too, she's been real pissed
at you lately. Reporting it won't work.  The adults will
stick together.  Just lie there and forget it," Joey
counseled his friend.

"Well I think they'd better not push me.  I will call that
number.  I mean it."

"My Grandma said she and your mother called to clear the
experiments with someone and they said under the
circumstances there would be no follow-up on complaints from
us, only from our parents, so calling them won't work.  Man,
they even gave a green light for us to be paraded around in
public naked so people can look at us and touch us.  Mrs.
Simonton did say she was going to take us into town like
this today."

"Well, I ain't goin' into town like this.  I'll tell you
that right now", Johnny began talking brave again. 
"Besides, what would making us walk around naked mean for
Stephanie's stupid science project?"

"Jo Ellen said it had to do with our woodies.  They want to
know if we would stay hard the whole time if we were naked
in front of people we don't know or if we would get soft
after awhile."

Shortly, the girls returned to the secured boys.  "Jo Ellen
you sit by Johnny, Samantha you take Tommy and I'll do Joey. 
What I want you to do is to rub their little wieners for ten
or fifteen minutes and I want to see if anything happens if
we do that," Stephanie instructed as she encased Joey's now
erect penis in her hand and began stroking it.  Eventually,
Tommy went into throes of wiggling and groaning and then
settled down.  It wasn't three minutes later both Joey and
Johnny went into similar spasms and groaned.  Jo Ellen
noted, "That was interesting.  I wonder why they did that?"

"When Joey did that in class, the teacher called it an
orgasm or something, but she wouldn't tell us about it.  She
just said that boys liked that feeling.  Is that true Joey? 
Did you like that?  Do you want me to do it to you again?"

"Yes, Steph, keep rubbing me there and do it again."  Joey
was completely enslaved at this point wishing only to have
that feeling surge through his eleven year old body again. 
Even Johnny and Tommy were eager to have the same charge run
through their bodies again.

"Okay, girls, let's take one arm rope off each of them and
then make them rub themselves to see if they can do it to
themselves.  I want each of you boys to keep rubbing your
own penises until that little wiggling thing happens to you. 
If you stop or don't do it, I will whip your wiener with a
belt until its red.  So you just keep rubbing until I tell
you to stop."

The girls released one arm of each of their subjects and
relinquished the rubbing to them.   Each watched their
particular charge with great interest as the boys jerked
themselves off.  As Joey's little ass left contact with the
mattress and he began breathing very hard, his legs flinched
and his toes curled as he groaned in ecstatic pleasure.  The
girls laughed, "Oh yeah, Joey, oh yeah.  Don't stop that was
cute and I want to see it again," Jo Ellen teased.

Suddenly Tommy thrust his hips into the air and flopped
momentarily with a distant gaze in his eyes.  "Wow, this is
like a jack-in-the-box.  The boys are just popping up and
then laying there breathing heavy.  It certainly is fun to
watch," the usually silent Samantha observed. "I think its
cute."

Johnny followed Tommy almost immediately.  Then the cycle
started all over again.  The girls compelled the boys to
continue the activity until both Tommy and Johnny had
spasmed three times and Joey twice.  At that point, Mrs.
Simonton entered the room and instructed the girls to load
the boys into the SUV for the trip to town.  "How's the list
of experiments coming, Honey?"

"Fine, Mom.  We iced them this morning and then we rubbed
them until they did the org...org...orgas..."

"Orgasms?"

"Yeah the orgasms happened.  Then we made them do it to
themselves.  It was cute to watch them."

"Oh, Stephanie I wish you had called me to watch them play
with their penises.  I would have really enjoyed it."

"Well, Mom we can do it again with them.  Maybe we can make
them do it in town.  You know where a lot of people can
watch.  I mean, we thought it was really cute."

"That might be an idea."

Johnny turned and under his breath whispered to Joey, "Oh
shit, they're going to make us rub our things in front of
complete strangers.  Oh man...."

The boys were untied and ushered to the car totally nude. 
They weren't even allowed the shoes they had each brought
nor flip flops.  The pavement was going to be extremely hot,
but that just meant they'd move faster and their little
peters would bounce a little more as they did.  As the SUV
entered the public parking area, Stephanie gave instructions
to her 'nursing' staff.

"Samantha and Jo Ellen, I want you to watch your assigned
boy to see if his wiener stays hard the whole time he's in
public or if it goes soft.  If it does go soft, time how
long it stays that way.  I want to know if being embarrassed
publicly will make them hard all the time."

The kids left the car.  Mrs. Simonton walked them toward the
discount center to pick up some toiletries.  Each of the
girls led their subject by the hand as people began to point
and smile.  Children audibly asked their parents why those
boys were naked.  One mother responded to her five or six
year old son, "I don't know, baby, but are they cute?  Maybe
you should walk around naked too."

"I don't want to be naked, Momma."

"But you'd be cute.  You have such a beautiful little
peepee."

"Stop it Momma.  I don't want to be naked."

With that both mother and son's conversation faded as they
walked toward the parking lot with the child's head turned
back to watch the boys for as long as he could.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but the boys can't go into the store like
that."  The voice of an elderly lady who greeted the
customers and policed the carts of those leaving stopped the
entourage.  "No shirt, no shoes, no service.  I guess they
don't need pants." She chuckled.  "But they can't come in
naked.  Why don't you leave the kids out here with me and
I'll watch them while you shop."

"Are you sure, they won't be a bother?"

"No, I'm a grandmother.  I love kids.  And, I love looking
at naked little guys.  They're very cute—pinchable bottoms
and all."

"Well, if you're sure.  Maybe, Stephanie, you can have them
rub themselves for the entertainment of the people coming in
and out.  You know like you did in the bedroom.  Better yet,
have them rub each other.  Wasn't that one of the
experiments?"

"Good idea, Mom."

"Okay, boys, line up against this wall."  The embarrassed
boys backed to the ceramic tiled wall.  The tiles were very
cold on their asses, but the cold felt good.  Each still
sporting a totally stiff penis stood against the wall
gathering more than passing glances from the people coming
into and leaving the store.  The other kids were especially
curious more about why they were naked than the fact that
they were.

"Joey I want you to start rubbing your little brother's
penis like you did to your own at home.  Rub it good because
if he doesn't do that little orgasm thing, I'm going to ask
Mom to whip you with a belt right here in the lobby of the
store, so get going."

Apologetically, Joey reached down and encompassed his
brother's skinny little shaft and began masturbating.  Tommy
kept his hand between his ass and the cold wall during the
manipulation.  Both boys were exceedingly embarrassed.  A
crowd gathered to watch the boys play with each other.  Soon
Tommy gazed into the distance, rose to his toes and thrust
his hips forward from the wall.  With that the crowd, and
especially the elderly greeter lady clapped and cheered.

"Okay, Johnny, you do it to Joey now."

"I'll do it for him." A girl who appeared to be twelve or
thirteen called from the crowd. Others in the crowd laughed
at the offer.

"Okay, if you really want to, go ahead and do him,"
Stephanie agreed as she wanted to observe his reaction to
the touch and fondling of a complete stranger and to have it
a girl his own age would be interesting to observe.  "Joey
let this girl feel your thing and you better not give her
any trouble."

The girl came forward and without hesitation grabbed Joey's
penis.  "I just had to feel it, I've been admiring it for
the last half hour.  Ooooo, this little head is rubbery. 
You know I've never felt a peepee on a boy older than six. 
I do a lot of babysitting and every chance I get I feel the
little boys, you know like when I bathe and change them.  I
love it when I make them hard.  How about you, do you like
to have girls play with your boy thing?"

"It's okay, I guess."

"Can I play with his little ball sack too?" the girl
questioned Stephanie.

"Sure, anything you like.  Squeeze one of his balls while
you're at it."

"Really?  Squeeze it, wouldn't that hurt him?"

"Yeah, that's the idea.  I want to see if his little pecker
will get soft after he feels some pain.  It's an experiment. 
I've got this log book where I keep all the observations."

Grabbing his scrotum she fingered around until isolating his
right testicle and she did, she literally squeezed it hard.
As it slid out from between her forefinger and thumb it
dropped Joey to his knees.  He held on to himself as he
folder over in pain.  As if she'd done nothing wrong, the
girl then asked, "What are the next experiments?"

"Well, all three are going to be spanked with both the hand
and a hairbrush.  I want to see how long they can hold out
without crying.  Tomorrow we're going to use belts and a
wooden spoon."

"What's your hypothesis about the spanking?"

"I think the older boys will hold out longer than Tommy
here.  He's only seven and his brother, Joey, and the other
boy over there, Johnny are ten.  I think the belt will prove
to be the best way to get them crying.  To tell you the
truth, I'm going to spank their penises and ball sacks with
the wooden spoon after I use it on their butts.  I want to
see how long it takes for them to beg for me to stop when
it's applied to their boy parts."

"Sounds interesting.  I don't suppose we could do some of
that here or out in the parking lot so I could watch.  I
know many of the other people here would like to watch the
spanking show too."

The older lady who was watching the boys suggested, "I used
a hairbrush on my boys.  I can go pick out a good one.  I'll
even pay for it, if you'll do it to them here.  I'd like to
watch that."

"Well you're cramping my experiment schedule, but if you'd
like to do that, then go ahead and we'll do that part here
and now.  In fact, ma'am if you've used a hairbrush on your
kids, we'll let you use the brush on them.  I think I'd have
more accurate results if a pro does it than if my friends
and I do."

"I'll go pick out a good brush.  While I'm gone one of the
other mothers here needs to start with the hand spanking and
you can get the data.  Oh, would you like me to pick out a
stout belt while I'm at it. If they're no worse for the wear
from the other spankings, maybe we can get the belt part out
of the way today too.  I do wish I could watch you lay out
their balls with that wooden spoon though.  I imagine
they'll have had enough after the other though and they'll
need the break."  With that the old lady went off into the
store to pickup the brush and a long wide belt from the
men's department.

As they waited, the twelve year old girl was feeling up
Tommy.  For some reason she liked his little boy parts. 
Johnny whispered to Joey, "I think she's going to spank us
in front of all these people.  It ain't right, man.  It just
ain't right.  We didn't do anything to deserve to be
spanked.  If we did somethin' then okay, but we didn't do
anything."

"I know, but what can we do?"

"We can run for it."

Joey whispered his thinking, "If we do, how will we get back
home.  And when we do, my grandma will whip me worse than
that old lady can and then she'd bring me here to be spanked
again and then she'd take me to Stephanie's and tell her to
whip me and then she'd let Stephanie's mother whip me too. 
Uh, uh, I'll just take it.  Besides, if we cry quick, she'll
stop.  I mean that's what she wants to know.  Which hurts
worse?  So just cry quick."

The greeter came back toward the kids waving a bag she was
holding with a great big smile on her face.  "I've got it. 
I have got it."  As she approached she removed a heavy
plastic brush with a long handle from the bag.  The receipt
fell to the floor.  She was so excited she sat right down on
the folding chair she used at the store entrance.  "Who's
first?"

"Let's take Tommy first, he's the youngest.  Now it's
important you try to keep each swat about the same force all
the way through.  That way we can get a more accurate
measurement," Stephanie instructed.

"What's happening here?" Stephanie's mother had finished her
shopping and happened on the kids and the gathering crowd.

"Oh, we're doing half of the spanking experiment.  This lady
is a pro with a hairbrush so I'm letting her wail them
first."

"Oh, I'd so wanted to do that."

"Mom, you can use the belt."

"Oh, yes, I got this belt," the elderly woman retrieved the
bag from the floor beside her.  She pulled out a very wide
leather belt.  "It's a man's size 44.  I thought it would be
better if it was longer, so when you doubled it, you'd still
have plenty of 'whip' left.  Here."  She handed the
impressive belt to Stephanie who in turn gave it to her
mother.  "Which one's Tommy? Oh yes, the little one.  Come
here son, it's time for you to get warmed up."

Tommy began crying before he even walked over to the old
lady.  "It appears using crying as a way to measure this
isn't a good idea.  I mean if he's already crying how will
we know?  Let's change the measurement to having the lady
give each twenty with the hair brush and then compare the
color of their butts."

"Well, Honey, both Tommy and Joey have tanned bottoms. 
Johnny's is white so his will probably show more red than
the other two."

"How about how many swats until they bruise?"

"Let's just try twenty and have the audience judge which
they feel was hurt the worst."

"It's your experiment. Go for it."

"Tommy get over her lap. And if he moves, sir," she pointed
to a muscular man who appeared to be in his thirties, "would
you hold him down until she finishes?"  The man nodded in
agreement and walked over to be in position if needed. 

The lady placed Tommy neatly across her lap and copped a
feel while he was lying down.  Tommy screamed in fright as
she wrapped her leg around his legs to make sure he was
subdued.  Eagerly, she picked up the brush and patted the
naked boy's cheeks with her hand which was immediately
followed by a loud snap as the brush contacted his butt. 
The boy tried to free his legs but was unable to do so. 
Another loud smack came down leaving an oval shaped pink
spot on Tommy's left cheek.   Then another.  Tommy's crying
became loud and forceful.  Another loud snap was heard.  The
area located by the shopping cart area was open space with
concrete floors, walls and ceilings so each connection
echoed giving it even more of a forceful presentation. 
Smack another one landed.  The lady was deliberate at how
she delivered each timed stroke.

Smack, Tommy began to wiggle around and the man waiting to
hold him down placed his hands on the boy's shoulders. 
Again the brush came down on the backside which was now a
light pink.  Again the brush was brought down with force and
again Tommy tried to wiggle free.  He was screaming for
mercy, but the old lady just ignored him.  Smack, the
contact was now making the entirety of his bottom a deep
shade of pink approaching red.  Smack another fell, the man
holding him had to strain a little to keep him controlled,
but it was apparent Tommy wasn't going anywhere until he was
soundly spanked.  The loud snapping sounds of each stroke
echoed through the area.  Sitting against the wall both Joey
and Johnny showed a face of dread as they watched the
younger boy getting his ass worn out.  Snap another loud
swat was administered.

Tommy was screaming continuously.  He was even yelling, "I
won't do it again, I promise."  He really hadn't done
anything.  The old lady played along, "I know you won't,
Baby, I know you won't.  I still have many more to give you
so just be still." Another loud slap was applied.  The boy's
bottom was red now and was obviously on its way to being
bruised.  Maybe the bruising idea wasn't too far off base. 
Sllllaaaapppp another landed on the boy's well browned and
now red bottom.  Again and again the brush made contact with
the boy's soft hide.  Having completed twenty, the old lady
said, "Now you can go stand over there.  Make sure you face
the wall, we don't want you cooling it off on the ceramic
tiles.  Who's next?"  It was obvious she was no worse for
the wear.  It was also evident this exercise was bringing
back fond memories.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Mrs. Simonton asked the
older woman.

"Why, yes, very much.  I remember doing this to my boys.  It
brings back fond memories of what was needed to raise well
mannered boys.  I only wish I had made mine run nude like
you are doing.  Look at how brown those two boys are and
their little butts too.  Except maybe the little one.  He's
kinda'red at the moment.  Their little peepees are brown
too.  I think they're very handsome.  Tell me is the bigger
one going to stay nude and get some color?"

"We only have them for the week.  It'll really be up to his
mother whether he stays naked.  The two younger ones will be
nude all the time.  Their grandmother loves to watch their
penises flop around and she also likes ready access to their
bare butts for spankings."

"Oh yes, I never thought about that.  My boys used to take
forever getting those britches and underpants down when I
spanked them.  Okay, let me have the big boy."

"Johnny, you're up!"

"No, I'm not letting you do this to me," Johnny was on a
belligerent streak.  No sooner had the words left his mouth
then he was grabbed by the man appointed to hold them.  He
twisted and wrestled a little bit but was no match for the
man.  

"Maybe I should sit and hold him and you can pepper his ass
standing in front of him.  What do you think?"

"Oh, that'd be fine.  You hold him and I'll hit him," the
old lady responded.

With that the man draped the still wiggling boy across his
lap.  As with the old lady he used his left leg to contain
Johnny's legs, bent one arm to the small of the boy's back
and pressed down with his forearm on his back. "Go for it!"

Slappppp.  "You need to do it harder than that," the man
encouraged. 

"I have to try to keep them the same as for the younger one. 
It's an experiment, isn't it, Honey?" She looked toward
Stephanie for validation.  Snapppp. The hit echoed through
the open area.  Slllllaaappp another well placed swat was
administered, but still not tears, just wiggling and
gritting of teeth.  Slllllaaaappp the brush left a large
pink oval area.  Slaapppp still not crying.  "He's a tough
one, he is." Slllllaaaapppp again the brush made contact
with the bottom.  Slllllaaaappp the eyes started tearing but
no audible crying was heard.  Sllllaaapp again the brush
brought down with force left its mark.  This time the boy
gave a momentary verbal response.  Sllllllaaapppp, This one
brought audible crying and some very profane language. 
Between the crying words like "you asshole" and "shithead"
were being screamed at his spanker and her enforcer. 
Unphased by the vulgarity, the spanking continued slowly and
deliberately.  Slllllaaapppp the brush again made its
stinging contact.  Johnny's white bottom was now red.  The
spanking continued and after his twentieth, the man released
him.  He shouted profanities in the direction of both.  As
he took a step away, Mrs. Simonton walked over, grabbed his
hair and as he yelled from the pain she squirted about two
tablespoons of antibacterial soap into the boy's mouth.

"Maybe that'll clean up your language."

Johnny tired to spit it out.  "No, boy, you swallow it.
Don't you dare spit it out or I'll make you finish the whole
bottle. Lick that up off the floor."

"Fuck you."

The man who played holder grabbed him again and he tried to
twist his arms loose.  But alas, Johnny couldn't get away. 
"You fucker, let go of me.  You asshole."  The man squeezed
his cheeks inward opening the boy's lips, and Mrs. Simonton
squirted about a half a cup of the soap into Johnny's mouth. 
The boy began gagging on it and the man held his mouth shut
to close the exit route.  The only alternative Johnny had
was to swallow it.  When he was released he fell to the
floor and cried.  He didn't call any more names, he just
sobbed.  The gathered crowd wasn't sure to applaud or just
stand silently, they chose the later.

The old lady, apparently very satisfied with Johnny's
discipline turned her attention to Joey, "And now for you
young man.  Come over here and let me redden that pretty
little hiney for you.  I promise it will hurt."  With that
the gathered crowd laughed.  Again, the elder took a
merciless posture toward the final bottom.  She cut loose
with the hairbrush with each slap echoing throughout the
entry way to the store.  Again a prepubescent boy was
brought to begging and again the crying and begging fell on
deaf ears.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen and children of all ages, we are
going to whip each boy with this belt twenty times each to
see which was the more effective tool for straightening them
out.  Those of you who have observed since the youngest boy
was spanked with the hairbrush are asked to remain for the
duration of his spanking and vote on which you think made
the greatest impact on him.  Those who came to observe one
or both of the later boys will be asked to rate each of
them.  If you have been here for all boys, please stay to
vote on all three.

"Mom, I'm sorry but I think we need to have the same person
do both the brush and the belt.  I know we were going to
have you use the belt, but then I couldn't be sure which was
the best, because you might hit harder or softer than this
lady.  If she does it,  the same person will administer both
and that will help us avoid any chance that the
effectiveness isn't judged on different people applying the
punishment.  Let's start with Tommy again if you don't
mind."  With that Tommy began crying instantly as his
backside was still sore and probably bruised by his first
spanking.  The boy began begging to avoid the impending
punishment.  

"Tommy get over there now." Mrs. Simonton ordered.
"Stephanie, you sit in front of him and grab his little ball
sack and if he moves squeeze it and yank him back to
position by his little peepee.  He can bend over you for the
spanking by putting his hands against the wall.  I'm sorry I
didn't get your name," she turned toward the older lady. 

"Maxine, Maxine Lester.  I'm the greeter here at the store."

"Oh yes, I see that on your name badge.  Well, Maxine you
need to really strap these boys.  It won't hurt them. They
need a taste of the strap every now and then."

"Oh, you're preaching to the choir, Sweetie.  I have raised
boys and I know how to get the message across." Maxine
doubled the belt and gave it a couple of test swings.  Tommy
was still crying and begging as Stephanie sat in front of
him holding his penis in one hand and testicles in the
other.

Swwwwwwiiisssshhh sllllllaaaaaapppp the belt made contact to
the already reddened bottom.  The force was so heavy Tommy's
feet were raised off the floor and a two inch wide stripe
appeared across this backside.  A high loud scream echoed
out as the next lash was applied directly on top of the
last.  Again he jumped and Stephanie closed her grip on his
little ball sack squeezing its tender contents and rendering
the child completely compliant.  Swwwwwiiiisssshhh,
sllllaaaapppp again the belt made contact.  As with the
hairbrush Maxine's spaced the contacts allowing the pain to
sink in before the next was applied.  She was deliberate and
consistent in force with each swat of that belt.  Poor Tommy
was quickly becoming a basket case.  His knees were buckling
as the continual swats rang one after another.  Each time
he'd buckle, Stephanie would squeeze his testicles and yank
him back into position with his penis.  The combination of
an almost numb backside and the sharp, piercing pain to his
boy parts was quickly approaching unbearable.  When she had
finished all twenty lashes with the belt, Tommy was released
and fell to the floor in the fetal position.  He was too
worn out to reach around to comfort his seven year old
bottom.  He had to be helped by the father of two other
little boys to a bench opposite the spanking area.

"Now, I would appreciate it if you'd vote on which you felt
was more devastating to Tommy.  My mom will collect the
completed ballots. While they do that, Johnny come over here
and get in the position."

Johnny bolted for the door.  Naked or not he was running out
of that place.  He couldn't possibly bear another beating. 
As he slipped though the door he was grabbed by the man who
helped hold him during the hairbrushing and was brought back
to the spanking area under the man's arm.  He kicked and
screamed obscenities to the man, Stephanie, her mom, and the
elderly lady.  Again, his mouth was filled with liquid anti-
bacterial hand soap.  Again, his mouth was held closed until
he swallowed the soap.  Mrs. Simonton moved into position to
say, "You're lucky this is an experiment, if it wasn't I
give you forty swats with that belt as well as washing your
mouth out.  You need to get some manners boy and I only have
a week to get that job done.  But, I'll do it and I'll win. 
Do you understand me?  Johnny, dooo youuuuu understand
meeeee?"

The boy nodded and was put in place in front of Stephanie. 
She clamped down on his balls and dick and was more than
ready to squeeze the hell out of him at the first hint of an
escape attempt.  The man who held the boys in place during
the hairbrush phase stood just to the side of the boy as a
further deterrent.  Swwwwwissssshhh, slaaapppp.  The belt
clapped and rose above the rumblings of noise caused by
Johnny's prior behavior.  He too jumped as the very visible
red mark took its place on his still pink backside. As lash
after lash was applied, his crying became more intense and
his stomach got more and more queasy from the soap he had
been made to consume.  Stephanie had to squeeze him into
compliance on seven of the twenty swats.  He threw up
following the last swat and the resulting vomit was very
evidently soap as it bubbled on the floor.  He was walked to
the opposite bench by the same father who had
compassionately moved Tommy.  "You need to get a grip on
that temper of yours, boy.  You know those things you yell
at adults piss them off and you aren't going to win having a
red hot backside and sudsy inside.  You seem like a smart
kid, you should have figured out the consequences for you
misbehavior will hurt you a lot more than your words hurt
them."  With that he compassionately patted his butt until
he saw Johnny grimace at the hurt his love taps caused.

Joey was now in place for his twenty.  Hands against the
wall and Stephanie in place.  Swwiiissssh sllllllaaaappp. 
"Well, missy, old Maxine is getting worn out with all this
exercise, but..."  Swwwwwiiiiiissshhhh slllllaaaapp..."I
think I can get done with this one before I'm totally
exhausted."  Swwwwiiiiissshhhh sllllllaaaaapp.  With that
one Joey broke and began crying and begging for release. 
Swwwwiiiiisssshhhh slllllllaaaaappppp another stripe
appeared first white, then red.  "Pleazzzzzzz let me go. 
Pleazzzz it hurts it hurts."  Swwwwiiiisssshhhhh slllappppp
another hit the ten year old bottom.  His feet left the
floor and Stephanie yanked both boy parts until he was back
in place.  Swwwwiiiishhh sllllaaaaaappppp.  Time after time
the belt left its mark.  There was no reprieve, all three
got all twenty.

The crowd finished the assessment.  Mrs. Simonton counted
the ballots and announced they felt the strap was superior
to the hairbrush for severity of punishment.   The comments
cited the feet leaving the floor, the loudness of the
contact, and the amount of coverage of the red welts as some
of the determining factors.  That left only the wooden spoon
and hand for comparison both of which would be applied in a
few days when their butts were recovered and fresh. 
Stephanie made note that she doubted anything would be more
effective than the strap was. It seemed incomprehensible
anything could devastate the boys more than what she had
just observed.  Maxine gave the belt and the hairbrush to
Stephanie for exhibit materials for her science fair
display.

Thanking all participants the boys were ushered toward the
SUV by Mrs. Simonton and the girls.  They weren't walking
too well.  Their legs were spread and their knees buckled as
they tried to get to the vehicle.  Once there, they couldn't
sit on the seats.  The pain was too much to bear so they
were permitted to kneel on the seat and place their crossed
arms on the backs of the seats.  They sniffled and pulled
the snot back down their throats as they moaned all the way
home.

The following notation was made to Stephanie's log book:

"It appears when boys are made to walk around naked in
public, their penises stay hard for most of the time.  When
well spanked they soften.  I think it's because they forget
their penises and think about the pain.  The judges of the
spanking rate the belt as worse than the hairbrush.  We can
cancel the hand spanking as, I'm sure it would not compare
to what was measured today, but it will still be interesting
to try the wooden spoon.

"After the boys regained composure from the spankings, their
penises hardened again as they became more aware of their
public exposure.  It is interesting to note that Joey and
Johnny become hard quickest when they are being examined by
girls close to their age.  When adult women, boys or men
acknowledged their penises and testicles, it took longer for
them to harden."

  
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