Strings and Sacks, Inc. Chapter 12
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2006 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved 

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Chapter 12

The women and their clans were gathered for another day of
sewing and cutting while the girls were, again, placed in-
charge of the boys.  The women didn't let on that they were
often gazing out the window as the young female contingent
found ways to humiliate their naked charges.  Not to
mention, Karen's penchant for finding any little reason to
use the strap on the older boys.

After lunch the children adjourned back to their area of the
house—the backyard pool.  A sudden sharp knocking on the
door startled all four women from discussing the article
which was soon to debut their new line of boy attire.

Sharon got the door, "Hi, I'm Dr. Williams, is Susan here?"

"Oh, we've been looking forward to your visit.  Let me get
her.  Susan!! Susan!!, the doctor's here." Sharon hollered.

Susan appeared.  "Hi Catherine, come on in."

The five sat at the table and listen to the interchange of
discussion between Susan and the doctor who was to
permanently alter her son's genital appearance in a very few
moments.

"Have you discussed this with Sammy?" the physician asked.

"No, I wasn't sure how to handle it with him.  I mean what
do I say?"

"Tell him you think his penis would look better with the
foreskin gone.  That's pretty much it isn't it?"

"Well, I must admit having looked at those boys' little
peters, I do like the clean cut look better.  It's a turn on
for me.  Well, let's just say looking at them especially
when they're aroused is a turn on for me."  Susan was
remarkably open about her motivations with her medical
friend.

"Oh, my, the boys are nude.  I hadn't noticed that.  That's
wonderful.  Little boys in our culture are too modest. 
There's no reason for them to be clothed anyway.  Does it
distract the girls?  The boys' nudity and all?  Dr. Williams
was delighted at the sight of the nude boys.

"Oh no, they get to touch whatever, whenever.  The boys are
learning to respect female control a bit.  Karen, there,
whips the fire out of their asses when they need it.  The
little girls enjoy playing with the boys packages. And,
Karen, loves to direct their play." Andrea offered.

"Well, it won't hurt them a bit to have their little penises
played with by the girls.  If anything it will help build
healthy sexual attitudes later for both genders.  Besides,
boys need for their skin to breath.  It makes their behavior
a lot less hyper.  Actually, if more parents of boys would
make them run around nude, they'd find it easier to manage
them."

"Well, that's good to know," Marjorie responded.  "My boys
are still young enough that I may save quite a bit in
clothing.  I'll just keep them that way.  I must admit, like
Susan, I love watching their little peckers bounce around
while they walk and run and play.  Those tight little ball
sacks feel so firm to the touch too.  They hate it, but I
love it.  You can see who wins."

"Well, let's get Sammy in here so I can talk to him," the
doctor directed, "I'll explain the procedure and try to put
him at ease before we start.  I assume everyone will want to
watch?"

"Oh yes, the other kids will find it educational.  So will
we.  I don't think any of us have seen a circumcision
before.  Have any of you, girls?"  Andrea waved toward the
other women present.

"No, when they did Steven he was an infant and they just
took him away for a half hour or so then brought him back to
my room.  It was the day after he was born."  Sharon
offered.

"Same with the twins," Marjorie agreed.

Susan got up and summoned Sammy.  "I want you to go with Dr.
Catherine.  She wants to talk to you for a few minutes.  No,
no, don't cover up or I'll spank.  Besides she's seen lots
of little penises and your penis many, many times.  Matter
of fact just last month for your physical, remember?"  The
doctor and naked boy walked toward the living room as the
ladies went out to discuss what was going to happen with the
other children.

"Girls, Teddy, Timmy, Steven come over here." Sharon took
control of the situation.  "Steven, stand up and come over
here."  The boy did as he was told the other children sat
with legs crossed and watched attentively.  Sharon reached
down and grabbed her son's penis.  "Can any of you tell me
how Steven's penis or even…" then pointing with her finger,
"Timmy's or Teddy's are different from Sammy's?"

Jamie responded immediately, "Yeah, Sammy's has that skin
around the tip.  His is smooth and these boys have like a
mushroom top on theirs."

"Well so does Sammy," Shaqueta defended the integrity of her
brother's boyhood.  "You just pull that skin back and the
tip is just like theirs."

"Yeah, but it's all red and wet looking.  Theirs is pink or
bluish pink and dry.  Theirs is like a little more rubbery
too." Jamie argued.

Seeing the girls getting worked up toward and argument,
Sharon interrupted.  "You're both right."  Shaqueta nodded
in a pronounce fashion as she crossed her arms as if
victorious and Jamie just smiled at the words of
affirmation.  "What we're going to do this afternoon is
we're going to make Sammy's look the same as these three." 
She emphasized her point by firmly tugging on Steven's now
erect penis.  She traced the cleft behind the glans of
Steven's now fully erect penis with her index finger to
illustrate her point, "The doctor is going to cut the skin
off to way back here and he will look like the other three."

"Do we get to watch?" Karen was beaming.  "I mean can we
watch the doctor cut him?"

"Yes, Karen you will watch if you want.  All of you can
watch.  Boys too.  In fact, there was some talk about
letting you be the nurse during the operation."

"Yes!" Karen pulled down with a closed fist to emphasize her
perceived good fortune.

"Why is he going to get his skin cut off?" Shaqueta looked
perplexed.

"Honey, your Mommy wants him to look like the other boys. 
She wants to be able to clean it easier and this way she can
see that it's being taken care of by your brother.  Besides
some ladies and girls like them better with that skin
removed.  Your Mom's one of them."

"I think they're more fun to play with when you can feel the
top part," Jamie interjected.

"I like to play with the skin on his tip," Shaqueta
countered.

"I just want it cut off because I get to watch and help. 
Man I get to be an OR nurse this afternoon.  When's he gonna
get it?"  Karen was still wound up.

"Probably in the next half hour or so.  Now, he's going to
be scared so we have to treat him nicely."  Sharon
cautioned.

"Was Steven scared when they did it to him?" Jamie asked.

"No, Honey, Steven's was cut off when he was a tiny baby and
he doesn't even remember it." Then with another tug on the
erect phallus which was still in his mother's grip.

Steven replied. "No.  It's been like this since as long as I
can remember.  All my friends' except Sammy look like mine. 
Until you and Sammy started coming here, I didn't even know
his looked like that.  I never saw him naked before."

"Karen you need to go and get a sheet and a pillow for the
picnic table so we can lay him up on it for the operation." 
Sharon instructed the 'nurse'.  Immediately, the girl turned
toward the house to retrieve the requested items.

On her way back she almost knocked the visiting doctor over
as she, Susan and Sammy walked out onto the pool deck. 
Sammy was crying audibly.  "I'm scared, Mom.  Please let's
not do this.  I'm scared."

Tenderly the mother engulfed her naked son in an embrace. 
Kissing his head, she tried to reassure him.  "Honey, after
it's over you'll look just like Steven and the twins."

"But I don't want to look like them."

"Sammy, when I was a baby they did it to me and I don't even
remember it.  You know all of the other boys I've seen naked
have the same kind of wiener.  They all have one like mine. 
You won't look different when we have to get naked and take
showers and stuff at school.  When you swim in the pool at
school you have to go naked too.  You'll look just the same
so people won't stare at you."  Steven tried hard to calm
his friend whose crying was upsetting to him as well.

Then in her rather ruthless way Karen tried to reason with
Sammy, "And now that you will have to wear the thongs for
P.E. at school everyone can see it and it should look like
the rest of the boys. Coach Hawkins won't be able to say
yours is different and embarrass you an all."

"Karen that's not fair Coach Hawkins wouldn't do that." 
Andrea argued.

"She said she makes the boys line up naked every day they
have P.E. and inspects their parts to make sure they're
keeping them clean.  It's a part of the health education. 
Besides, she gives them swimming lessons and you know what
she holds on to when she's helping them learn to swim?"
Karen was a font of knowledge.

"She holds their penises?" Sharon asked with a smile.

"Yep, says those are the handles God gave her to hold on to. 
And she won't let them go to waste."

"Does she hold your penises, Steven?" Sharon inquired.

"Yeah.  She holds them so we don't sink.  She says she has
to hold on to something.  We don't like it 'cause she pulls
them too.  Sometimes she squeezes our balls too. 
Especially, if we piss her off."  Steven even smirked as he
confirmed Karen's report.

"Well, I guess she's right.  I mean you wouldn't want to
drown or something." Sharon winked at the other ladies as
she answered her son's observation.  "I'm glad she inspects
those little penises and ball sacks.  Most of those boys'
parents don't do it often enough and I'd hate for them to
develop some rash or disease or something."

With that the ladies all giggled like school girls.  "Guess
I'll have to volunteer at the school especially for boys
P.E. classes," Susan added.

Caroline opened her bag and pulled out a sealed plastic
envelope with a syringe in it, a small vial of anesthetic,
another bag with a scalpel, and one with various metal
pieces.  She then put on some rubber gloves and instructed
Susan to get Sammy up on the table which had been draped
with the sheet by Karen.  "Here Sammy, here's a pillow to
put your head on," Karen had never been so caring of her
charges.  Obviously scared and still crying the boy was
gently stretched out on the table.

"Sammy I need for you to put your hands behind your head and
spread your legs.  Karen, I want you to rub Sammy's penis
and see if you can't make it hard for me."

Quickly Karen went to work on Sammy's penis stroking it up
and down and flopping it back and forth.  The ordeal was
more difficult than ever as Sammy was more frightened than
aroused.  Caroline stuck the syringe in the vial and pulled
the plunger back to load the cylinder with the anesthetic. 
Withdrawing the needle she purged the air by squirting a
small amount out the needle.  After wiping the target areas
with alcohol she pre-warned the boy  "Honey, you're going to
feel a little bite.  Here it goes." Grabbing the boy's penis
she slid the foreskin back and jabbed the tip of the needle
in right behind the glans.  Sammy screamed both in the pain
of the needle but more so from the fright of the situation. 
Caroline then removed the needle and jabbed it into the
other side of the semi-erect penis.  Again Sammy flinched
and yelled, "Owwwweeeee, owwweee." Tears rolled down his
cheeks.

Caroline moved the needle to the base of his penis and
injected more liquid into the pubis.  When she did so, Sammy
responded with "Owww,  owwww, owww," and began to rise
removing his hands from behind his head.  Susan quickly
grabbed her son and draped herself over the upper torso. 
Caroline injected another small amount into the pubis on the
other side of the base of his penis.  When she indicated she
was done Sammy relaxed a little.

Rather roughly she grabbed his penis and began working the
foreskin back and forth as she liberally poured bedidine
over the foreskin and glans. Sammy's chestnut colored skin
took on a deep yellow tint as she did so.  She pinched the
foreskin and pulled it out from the penis, "Sammy do you
feel that?"

Still sniffling the boy responded, "Nnnno".

"How about this?" She firmly pinched the glans.

"Nnnnno"

Then she took something that looked like a bell and pulled
the foreskin back.  Not that she had to, but because she
wanted Karen to feel a part, she said, "Karen put some
gloves on and hold this skin back for me."  Quickly the
preteen girl snapped some gloves, which were too large for
her onto her hands and grabbed Sammy's foreskin.  "Got it?"

"Sure do."

Pressing the bell shaped end of the implement to the glans
she said, "Now roll the skin down over the outside of the
bell."  She did.  Caroline took another piece and screwed it
into place over the top clamping the foreskin to a place
just below the glans.  It tightened and pinched the skin up
against the inside implement.  "How you  doin' Sammy? Do you
feel anything?"

"Mom, I don't want her to do this.  Please!!"

"Sammy, Dr. Caroline asked if you feel anything.  Answer
her."

"Nnnnooo." He began to bawl out loud.

Opening the last envelope Caroline removed a scalpel. 
"Okay, Karen hold his penis up so I can get around it." 
Karen held the phallus up straight and Caroline began the
incision which circled the metal clamp.  Removing the skin
which resembled a wide rubber band she handed it to Karen. 
"You can let go Karen.  Sammy, we're done, buddy."

"I wanna see.  I wanna see." Jamie pushed up to her sister
who was examining the skin in the palm of her gloved hand.

"Me, too." Shaqueta hollered and joined Jamie.  She stuck
her finger out and gently touched the piece of foreskin. 
"Wow.  Sammy now your peepee is outside."

After removing the clamps, Caroline gently cleaned up around
the glans with a piece of peroxide soaked gauze.  "Looks
clean and great to me.  How about you Susan, does it look
like it'll be more fun to play with?"

"Geezzz, Caroline, he's my son.  What do you mean play
with?"

"Come on ladies you mean you don't like to fondle these
little guys?  Riiiiiigggght!"

"Well we have to make sure everything works right every now
and then don't we?"

"Look, Susan, just keep it clean.  I'd like you to wipe it
with peroxide two or three times a day and apply some of
this antibiotic ointment.  Should be good as new in a few
days.  Now, I could use a drink."

"Let's all get one.  You girls keep your fingers off Sammy's
peepee for awhile.  We don't want him getting infected."
Andrea ordered.

"Hey, Sammy.  It doesn't look bad man.  You'll probably have
to get used to it being out all the time now, but that
shouldn't take long." Steven reassured his agemate.

"I thought she was going to cut it off," Timmy added.

"Yeah, me, too," Teddy agreed.  "Glad she didn't, aren't you
Sammy."

Sammy was now just sniffling as he bent forward on the table
to look at his most prized body part. Through the snot and
tears he began to laugh as the tension rapidly released.  It
was over.  Karen took some ointment out of the tube and
began to rub it around the boy's newly exposed glans.  Then
playing the role to the hilt she said, "I want to see you
back here at five o'clock this afternoon so I can clean it
and put more ointment on it.  If you miss, I'll have to hurt
your bottom to remind you.  Understand?"

"Hey, Karen, cut him so slack." Steven was pissed.

"Okay, if he's not here on time, I'll beat you instead,
how's that?"

"We'll see."

"We'll see, get over here Steven." Grabbing the strap which
was draped over the chair she ordered him to bend over the
table which was just vacated by the patient.  "I said, bend
over the table. I mean it. If I have to get your mother, I
will give you twenty now get over the damn table, Steven."
Knowing the girl's authority was absolute he bent over the
table.

Sipping a margarita Andrea had just poured from the blender,
Caroline looked out on the pool deck.  "What the hell is
Karen doing?"

Sharon looked out there, "Oh she's about to make a point on
Steven's bottom. He probably smarted off to her or
something."

"Karen gets to whip the boys?"

Susan moved next to the two onlookers, "Whenever she thinks
they need…"

Just then the first lick from the strap landed on Steven's
bare backside.  The snap produced from the contact was so
loud it was very audible in the kitchen.  Then Karen swung
again and the contact made Steven jump as she groaned in
pain.  Again, the strap made a resounding snap.

"Geezzz, how old is she?" Caroline inquired.

"Twelve."

"She'll be ready to mother some boys won't she.  She really
connects with that thing."

SNNNAAAPPP.  "Ooooooo, owwwww, I won't …"

SNNNNNAAAAPPP.  "I wooooonnn'tt say anything anyyymooorrree. 
Please sttttoppp."

SNNNNAAAPPPP.

"Does she leave welts?" Caroline asked.

"Sometimes.  He'll be okay again in a few hours." Sharon
nonchalantly offered.

SNNNNAAAAPPPP.  Steven's feet left the deck.

"How many is she going to give him?"

"Well, she has a limit of twenty at a time unless one of us
tells her she can keep going.  How many has he had?" Sharon
replied.

"I don't know, but I think she's made her point.'

SNNNNNAAAAPPPPP. The sound of Steven's crying and
intermittent screams penetrated the sliders.

SNNNNAAAPPPP.

SNNNNNAAAAPPPP, again and again the strap reinforced Karen's
authority.

SNNNNAAAAAPPPP

"Now you little smart ass, do you have anything else to say?
Or, can we stop now?"

"Please stop Karen.  I won't say anything else." Steven
didn't even stand.  He was sobbing and bent over the picnic
table.  Both cheeks were red and striped where the side of
the strap had cut into his skin.

"You'd better make sure Sammy gets his dick cleaned on time
or you're going to get more of this.  Understand, Smart
Ass?"

"Yeeeessss."

"Good God, she's a little tyrant.  Isn't she?" Caroline
observed.

"Well she has to be.  She's got the four boys to watch over
while we get the fashions done.  Her sister and Shaqueta
help, but they're too little to get much respect from the
older two."  Susan added.

"Well, ladies I hate to cut, drink and go, but I've got a
hair appointment this afternoon."

"Thanks, Caroline.  I really am happy with Sammy's new
look."

"That's good, because there's no putting it back."  With
that Caroline walked out the front door and headed toward
her car.

"Karen, come here please," Susan called the girl to her
side.  "Before you use the peroxide on Sammy's dick make
Steven suck on it to clean it up.  I want to see if it still
works right.  Let me know.  Okay."

"Sure.  I'll have all three of them take turns sucking it."

"Great.  It may help Sammy feel better too."

At five o'clock sharp Sammy, who had recovered from the
trauma and was now more curious at his new look than
mourning the loss of his helmet's covering told Karen it was
time to put that 'stuff' on his stick.

"Teddy, get over here please." Karen beckoned.  "Sammy up on
the table on your back, hands behind your head, spread 'em."
The boy followed directions partly remembering the bad luck
his friend Steven had had just hours earlier.  "Teddy, I
want you to lick and suck Sammy's peepee so I can put this
stuff on."  The little boy shrugged his shoulders and
climbed up in a chair so he could reach.  He opened his
mouth and engulfed the now exposed head.

"Yuk." Teddy started spitting and had the look of having
just tasted a sour lemon on his face.  "Yuk. That yellow
stuff tastes bad.  I don't want to."

In one swift move Karen grabbed the strap and landed on
solidly on the seven year old's backside.

"Ooooweeeee," The boy's head went back down on the now erect
penis.

"Guess you've got your feeling back, huh?" Karen commented
to Sammy.

"What?"

"Your peter is hard as a rock.  You must have your feeling
back."

"Yeah," Sammy responded nervously while looking down at the
little fella ravaging his staff.

Karen took the bottle of peroxide and thoroughly drenched a
cotton ball.  She then bathed the glans and surrounding
tissue with it.  Immediately a white foam appeared as the
peroxide did its cleansing.  Again, the girl bathed the
boy's glans with peroxide.  Then she dried it off and
lightly smeared the antibiotic cream on the head and
lacerated skin.  "Okay, Sammy, next time we'll have Steven
clean it off for you."

At six o'clock the mothers gathered their respective off
spring.  As they head to the door still abuzz with
excitement over the magazine, Susan thanked them for the
support during her son's circumcision.  The phone rang. 
"Sharon would you catch the phone please." Andrea yelled
from the hallway.

Sharon picked up the phone and very audibly yelled, "You're
kidding!" A pause was followed by, "No, we're all still
here!" Another pause.  "When?"  "Okay, I'll tell them." 
With all the excitement the women came back in and waited
for an explanation.

"Are you ready for this?  That was Angela at the magazine. 
She said Donny Milfiger had got an advanced copy of the
magazine and he wants us to come to Paris for a show.  He
will pay for the trip and everything.  He is interested in
buying the rights to our line."

"Oh my God.  When?" Andrea was a basket case.

"The end of next month.  He wants the boys to come too.  He
says he wants them to model the thongs and shorts."

"What about the girls?"  Andrea asked.

"We'll negotiate them.  You know we'll tell him all or
nothing. After all we can't leave them home alone.  Can we?" 
Sharon responded

"Oh shit, this is exciting." Marjorie was beside herself
with excitement.

"You think Sammy's peter will be healed by then?" Susan
asked excitedly.

"Yeah.  The doctor said he'd be fine in a couple of days."
Andrea reminded her.

"Wait til, Bob hears about this.  He's going to want to come
too!" Marjorie added excitedly.

  
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