Strings and Sacks, Inc. Chapter 2
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2006 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved 

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Chapter 2

"Good morning, Steven.  The girls are already out at the
pool eating breakfast.  Oh my goodness that little penis is
stiff this morning isn't it," Andrea awakened the boy. 
"Here, let me rub that a little for you, Honey."

"Please Aunt Andrea, I think I have to go to the bathroom
first.  I really gotta go bad."

"Okay, well when you're done brush your teeth and then come
on downstairs and your mother and I will fix you something
to eat."

As Steven went to the bathroom to initiate his daily
regimen, that is all but getting dressed, Andrea went back
down to sit with his mother at the kitchen table.  "Well?"
Sharon quit staring out the window to respond.

"Well what?"

"I was wondering where your mind was.  You are really
oblivious this morning.  Something wrong?"

"No, I'm just going over how I'm going to break this whole
new approach to raising our son to Dave this afternoon. 
That's all."

"Sharon, I told you there's nothing wrong with exposing a
little prepubescent kid to the world around him.  People
really do like to watch naked kids.  If that weren't true
why would so many of those self-righteous take the time to
make sure they had naked pictures of their kids?  Think
about it.  They take pictures of their naked little off-
spring running around the house, in the pool, in the yard
and bathtubs, during toilet training, at beaches and family
reunions in parks and even some cute pictures of them
urinating outside in the bushes and even on city streets. 
And, which gender is most commonly photographed in the nude? 
Right, little boys.  It's common practice.  Do you remember
when boys had to swim nude at school pools, at Boy's Clubs,
the YMCA, summer camps, scout camps and even at some public
pools?  The girls didn't have to, but the boys had to be
naked.  Why do you think that is?  Because the public is
infatuated with their little wieners and they know little
boys shouldn't be allowed to be modest.  Hell, Dave, grew up
in that era.  Bring it up.  Quit worrying we're just
bringing back the 'good ole days'.  You know it, I know it
and so will Dave." She paused to collect her thoughts and
then continued, "You know, kids don't even have to shower
after gym class anymore?  Some places it's suggested, but in
few places is it demanded.  Why?  The fucking whimps have
taken over our morality code, that's why!  Screw them.  Why
should your son have to grow up thinking his body isn't
beautiful?  It is we just want to show it off."

"Yeah, and those who complain are probably going to be
jealous."

"Now you've got it.  Don't worry about Dave's reaction. 
Screw the public.  Show off that little wanker. It's longer
than most, and it's beautiful.  Shit even the circumcision
was a clean job.  You know that kid's still bound to make
some girl really happy.

"Okay, okay.  I've got the message.  Oh here he comes, just
can it Andrea."

"Hi, Mom."

"Good morning. Come over here and give me a kiss."

"Mooommmm, not in front of Aunt Andrea."

"I said I need a kiss and a hug.  Forget about Aunt Andrea."

"Hey, hey, you two Aunt Andrea wants one too.  Remember who
made you feel good last night.  You liked that licking and
sucking stuff didn't you?" The boy blushed and looked at the
floor.  "Come on admit it you little turd," she grabbed him
and began tickling his sides.  He took a protective pose as
he laughed.  "Well, didn't you?  You liked it very much?" 
Her eyes locked admiringly on the way his penis flopped
around when she tickled him.

"Okay, okay I liked it!"

"It was worth being naked for wasn't it?" She continued to
tickle him and he continued to thrash half trying to avoid
it and half hoping it wouldn't stop.

"No.  I don't like being naked," he giggled as he spoke.

"Yes you do.  Say Aunt Andrea makes being naked fun.  Say
it!" the tickling continued.

"Okay, okay, Aunt Andrea makes being naked fun.  Now stop
tickling me."  He blurted out between the giggles.

Stopping she said, "Now go give your Mom a kiss and hug."

The boy wrapped his arms around his mother and kissed her. 
While he did his mother caressed his naked bottom.  Pulling
her head back she looked him in the eyes and said, "You know
I love you, don't you?"

"Yeah, and I love you too Mom."

"Hey, where's my sugar?  Get over here and give me a hug and
kiss, too.  I am your favorite aunt aren't I?"

Responding to the beckoning he hugged and kissed Andrea too. 
Then turning to his mother he asked, "Now can I put my
Speedo on, please?"

Sharon was convinced she had to be consistent, "Now, Steven,
you know the rules.  You've earned naked time and that means
today too."

"Do I have to let the girls play with my penis?"

"If they want to you have to let them touch wherever they
want.  And you have to pose for Karen's pictures anyway she
asks you.  Don't get started on this begging so early.  You
will be naked and you will do what I've told you.  Reprieve
denied.  Sorry!"

To lighten the moment Andrea added, "I like seeing you
naked.  You know what my favorite body part on you is?"

"What?" the boy asked.

Andrea grabbed his glans and wiggled his penis, "This! And,
if you have clothes on I can't see it or touch it and that's
just unfair."

"What's your second favorite part?" he asked out of
curiosity.

"Those beautiful, muscular legs of yours.  I just want to
take a bite out of them.  They're gorgeous.  Of course that
little ass isn't bad either."  Playfully she patted his
backside as she identified it.

"So you don't like my face?" he asked pushing for an error
acknowledgement.

"That is the cutest face I have ever seen on a boy.  Those
blue, blue eyes with that dark hair…you're a Greek god,
you're the perfect specimen Steven."  She spoke from her
heart and it showed.  "Now, what do you want for breakfast? 
And when you sit down remember I want to see my favorite
part the whole time."

"Do you have bagels?"

"Do I have bagels?  What kind would you like?"

"Poppy seed ones?"

"With or without cream cheese?"

"With"

"Toasted or not?"

"Toasted, please!"

"Coming right up!  In a few years, that won't be the only
thing cuming right up, will it Sharon?"

"Andrea, that's enough.  You've already introduced too much
too quickly.  Dave will have to spend a whole day helping
him sort it out."

"What, Mom?  What's Dad going to have to sort out?"

"Never mind, just eat your breakfast."

When he'd finished eating his mother sent him out to the
pool with the girls.  Jamie had her suit back on.  Steven
was the only naked specimen present.  "Karen, put the
sunscreen on.  Don't forget to cover his boy parts and butt
really well."

Jamie was already yelling, "I want to do it.  Let me do it,"
as she attempted to wrestle the sunscreen bottle from her
sister.

"Cut it out, Shrimp!  We both can do it!  Jamie, just stop!
Wait your turn!"

As the girls argued, Sharon returned to the kitchen. Both
ladies nursed a cup of coffee and watched the show.  Same
channel different day.  The boy's stiff penis was being
hidden in the fists of little girls, their hands sliding up
and down lubricated by sunscreen, occasionally they stopped
to coat his scrotum.  As Karen played with his dick and
fingered his testicles, Jamie tried to locate his honey spot
so she could 'feel inside him'. Then there was the belt
still within easy reach of Karen.

"What's he doing?  Karen looks really mad at him.  Uh, oh,
she's going to use the belt.  He's arguing with her.  She's
really mad.  I'm going out to find out what's happening."
Sharon rose and opened the slider.  "What's going on."

Karen yelled, "He said he was going to finger my twat while
I was sleeping.  He said if I could touch his, he could
touch mine.  He said he was going to take my suit off so he
could see my 'titties' and play with my 'twat'.  That's just
rude, Aunt Sharon.  Girls don't have to put up with that."

"Steven Joseph, I can't believe you talked to her like that. 
Where in the world did you pick up such language.  Never
mind, I don't want to know.  You position yourself over the
table and she's going to whip you as much as she thinks you
need.  Do it now, or I'll come out for sloppy seconds.  I
mean it when I get done we'll be able to cook lunch on your
ass."

The boy began to cry as he was led to the table by a girl
only one year his senior.  He bent over the table and the
still very angry girl aggressively applied the strap to his
backside.  Surprisingly she had become proficient over night
the sharp snap of the belt hitting the young boy's backside
could be heard all the way in the kitchen where her mother
was intently watching from the window.  Initially the boy
just clenched his teeth in anticipation of the belts
stinging contact.  However, after three well place lashes he
could contain it no more with a tear streamed face he
screamed a high pitch reaction to each successive stripe.
Time and again the snap could be heard followed by Steven's
scream of pain.  Each time the belt left a pink stripe.  It
appeared two or three of the first few even might have
lacerated the skin.  The whipping had to be measured in
minutes rather than lashes as she was swinging one after
another.  Sharon looked on with a stern look of justice
being administered.  She reveled in the sight and the only
thing that might have made it better would be if she were
the one swinging the belt.  But then she might have had a
touch more mercy and he needed a severe lesson.  Her
thoughts were broken by Steven's screaming, squirming and
begging for cessation.  "Mom, make her stop, please, Mom,
make it stop," was heard through screaming and sobbing. 
"Karen will decide when to stop.  You started this and I'm
going to let her finish it, young man."  Karen was
relentless; the belt rose and fell for almost five minutes. 
The boy's bottom was red and well striped.  The only thing
redder than his bottom was his tear washed face.  During the
whole punishment process, Jamie was squatting down watching
his penis. Eventually, her little hand reached over and
cupped his sack as she tried to steady them from the
wiggling caused by each blow. Finally, Andrea came out and
told Karen to stop.

Steven's hands went to his bottom immediately.  As he rose
from the punishment table, Sharon spoke firmly to her
sobbing son, "I think you owe Karen an apology.  Do it."

"Efffff….I…fff…m…..fffff….sor…….ffff….ry…Kar….en….."

"I won't ever say such a thing again.  Say it, Steven."

"Eeeefffffff….I…..ffffff……wo….fffff….n't……ev…..er…fffff….say
…..su….ffff….ch…ffff….a…..th….ffff…ing….a….fffff….a…..fff….a
….fff…..gain…"

"Karen, did you girls finish getting the sunscreen on?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Steven, you will be naked for two more days now.  That
means you will go home naked and be naked in the
neighborhood for two more days.  You keep it up and you'll
have to start school naked too.  Time's addin' up. Now, go
play and watch that mouth."

"Oooooo, that's gonna leave a mark.  She really blistered
him." Andrea observed.

"She sure did.  I don't think he's going to be vulgar with
her again."

Steven settled into the cool water of the pool try to
comfort his very painful situation.  Though it cooled the
heat, it didn't do much for the pain.

At eleven a cab pulled into the driveway.  Dave grabbed his
bag and walked in the front door.  "Hey, anybody home?"  The
smiling man hugged his wife and then her friend Andrea. 
Returning to the arms of his wife he kissed her again. 
"Where's my boy?"
He's still out in the pool.  He got his ass blistered for
using the most vulgar insults I've ever heard toward Karen. 
I let her beat his backside until I was convinced he
wouldn't be sitting for a day or two."

"Guess he's in a mood, then."

"Oh, he'll be happy to see you."

"He's serving his naked time and will be naked for two days
after this.  He's really been a handful."

"He's naked now?"

"Yep.  He's naked now."

"Well I'm sure being exposed to the girls will make him
think twice won't it?"

"I certainly hope so.  I think you are going to have to have
a "birds and bees" chat with him.  His language and his
actions are telling me he's gotten some information already,
but no one has told him how to manage the information."

"I've been trying to avoid this talk.  I wonder if every
father feels as uncomfortable with the idea as I do.  Well,
I guess the time has come.  I'll chat with him tomorrow.  If
he's got to be naked, it'll make half the talk easier I can
point out the male functions with his own body parts.  Let
me go out and see him."

As Dave cleared the sliders, Steven pushed out of the pool
and ran to his father.  Grabbing him he hugged him getting
his father's clothing wet, "I missed you, Dad."

"Well son, where are your clothes?"

"Mom is making me be naked.  She says I have to stay naked
for two days."

"She used to do that with you when you had been spanked. 
Were you spanked?  Here, turn around and let me see that
bottom," the boy turned, "Eeeeewwww, I guess you were.  Man,
you're not going to be sitting very well for a few days. 
Karen did this to you?"

"She just kept on hitting me with the belt."

"Well, what did you do?"

"Nothing."

"What did you do to her, Steven?"  He gave his son a stern
look.

"I said some pretty bad things to her.  I said some things
about her girl parts.  But that was because she was putting
lotion on my boy parts."

"Why was she doing that?"

"Because Mom told her to."

"Why did Mom tell her to?"

"It was sunscreen."

"I guess you should have just kept your mouth shut, huh. 
Now, go get back in the pool." With that Dave walked his
naked son to the pool.

"Hi, Uncle Dave, how was your trip?"  Karen hugged the tall
father figure.

"Fine, Honey.  How are you?"

"Okay, I guess."

"You sure did a job on Steven's backside."

"Well he said he was going to play with my "twat" and he was
going to pinch my "titties" and stuff like that.  It was
rude."

"Yes, it was, and he deserved what he got.  You did him up
right, Karen." Turning toward Jamie he asked, "How's our
little angel?"  She ran to him and leapt into his arms
wetting the only part Steven's hug hadn't covered.  "How
about a kiss?"

Jamie kissed his cheek and responded to his question, "I'm
fine Uncle Dave".

Following the greeting, he returned to the kitchen.  "Wow,
Karen was putting sunscreen on Steven's penis?"

"Yes, we need to talk about the whole situation.  He has to
learn to be a little more subservient to women and girls. 
He was being punished for misbehavior before this and she
was given the responsibility of supervising him.  Because he
was naked, he needed protection on his exposed parts and
that, of course, included his penis, scrotum and bottom. 
He's got to learn to do as he was told."

"Okay, okay.  I think it's interesting.  I wish when I was
his age, I had a girl playing with my penis and testicles. 
I'm not judging.  I'm just interested in what in the hell is
going on, that's all.  It's okay to let her put it on. 
You're right he needs to learn humility and it's okay. 
Anything else I need to know?"

"Yes, I've decide I'm proud of my son's body.  He's
beautiful and I think he's become much too modest for a
little boy.  Andrea and I made him a thong to wear when he
is in swimming environments. I want to show him off, even
out his tan, and help him lose his extreme modesty."

"Well, how do you propose to do that with a thong?  A thong? 
I didn't know they made them for kids. You mean one of those
bare ass bathing suits?"

"Yes, and they don't make them for kids.  Aren't you
listening?  I said Andrea and I made him one. Of course, he
didn't like it."

"No, I imagine he didn't.  What eleven year old boy would
want to saunter around with his bare ass on display and his
dick in a skimpy banana hammock?"

Andrea intercepted that remark, "I know a few, but that's
beside the point, Dave.  What eleven year old boy wants a
tetnus shot? Or a visit to the dentist? Or to clean up his
room? Or to wear a dress suit?  Kids don't know what's best
for them.  That's why they have parents."

"Where in the hell is this thong?"

"Right here."  Sharon dug through her bag and pulled it out.

Dave laughed as he held it up.  "It is kinda cute.  I don't
know that I'd wear one, but it is cute.  And white?  Why did
we choose white, girls?"  He laughed teasingly pointing his
finger back and forth between his wife and her best friend
again knowing the inevitable answer.

"The world has changed but boys' needs haven't.  They need
to be comfortable and accepting of their bodies and they
have to respect women.  Steven needs a healthy readjustment
to those values.  Do you remember when you were a kid? You
often reminisce about the times you had to swim naked at the
pools, camps, and even sometimes at the beach.  Heck today
showering after gym class is optional.  Someone might see
their private parts."

"Yes, Honey, you're right.  I remember at the Boys' Club,
the Y and even the school pool, we boys swam naked and girls
didn't have to.  Of course, there were separate swim times,
but mothers and brothers and sisters could watch from the
bleachers as we swam, so it was hardly private.  At the Y
mothers and siblings could even come into the locker room
while we showered and changed.  There really wasn't any
privacy at all.  Shoot, I remember Scout camp.  First year
guys had to stay nude the whole two weeks as an initiation. 
We all swam nude.  Geezzz, times have changed."

"And so has the mentality and security of little boys.  They
aren't the same today, and I, for one, am concerned about
the changes.  They aren't sure of themselves like boys of
twenty or thirty years ago."  Andrea added.

"I image as an elementary school teacher you see a lot of
that, Andrea."  Dave noted.

"I do."

"What do you think about this plan?  Do you really feel
Steven will grow stronger from exposing his genitals to
others scrutiny?"

"Well, that's the point, Dave.  Nudity is reserved for
punishment.  The thong just offers maximum exposure without
total nudity. His genitals will be covered for the most
part."  Andrea explained.

"Yeah, the thong is a tease.  It makes you want to look a
little further, doesn't it? I don't know.  People are
different today too.  They think any show of skin is
offensive.  They're kind of whimps, if I do say so."

"But why should we let their expectations and values dictate
ours?"

"We shouldn't! But we have to live with them." he was quick
to respond.

"People today are also hypocritical.  They act appalled at
child nudity, yet I'll bet upwards of ninety percent of
parents have photos of their kids nude.  If they're so
appalled why do they have those?"

Dave both agreed and then countered with another point, "I
never gave that a thought.  You're right.  Nudity is wrong,
except for those taboo naked pictures of my own kids in the
back of the family album. If we do this with Steven, when do
we give him the choice of exposure verse being covered. 
Where's the line?"

"Puberty!  When he grows hair and his testicles fall.  When
he starts wet masturbation that's when it needs to be his
call.  He's still a little boy, but you only have a couple
of years to get him on the straight and narrow."

Sharon re-entered the conversation. "Maybe we shouldn't have
respected his privacy so readily.  It never dawned on us to
continue his naked displays during play and around the
house. We just made him get dressed all the time when he
reached seven or eight.  We stole his innocence, Dave, and I
want to give it back."

Reaching over he held his wife.  Dave was secretly hiding
the fact he, too, enjoyed seeing his well endowed son
romping nude.  It gave him a sense of pride to show his
son's well hung maleness to the whole world.  A strange mix
of a voyeuristic sense of exhibitionism mixed with pride
overwhelmed him.  He found it personally arousing that the
boy had been made to expose himself to the women, but
especially the young girls.  To know he was made to be
subservient to their touching and examining his penis,
testicles and anus secretly aroused him. He felt an urge to
examine the boy himself, to actually touch on his son's
boyhood with a sense of wonder mixed with pride.  But he had
to play the socially expected role.  He had to be the
naysayer right to the edge of changing his wife's thinking. 
It would be tricky not to cross that line.  It had to be a
balanced approach—"it's not right, but then again you've
made a good point."  As he held her, he stared out the
window at his off-spring as he sat poolside while a seven
year old curiously played with his erect penis, as her
twelve year old sister stood as the enforcer with a doubled
up belt at her side.  He was a good looking boy and had a
wonderfully formed package.  He also wanted desperately to
watch that twelve year old tear his son's ass up as he
writhed in agony to each snap of the belt as it met his
skin.

"You know, I do remember the old days of expecting boys to
be publicly naked when they were at the pool or for
initiation at camp.  The adults were okay with that back
then.  What changed?  Why did it change?  We weren't afraid
to stand naked before any man or woman.  We didn't cover up
as that would have at the very least warranted a comment to
keep our hands away or even a spanking.  Boys' penises and
testicles were commonly on display.  It's just the way it
was.  We showered together after gym class in a large open
shower room often supervised by Mrs. Richards the girls'
P.E. teacher.  She used to stand there with her paddle and
inspect each of us one at a time as we left the shower to
make sure we were thorough, and it was just accepted as
normal.  If we farted around in the shower of locker room
she'd take that paddle and wear out our asses, and I mean
wear them out.  Today, she'd probably face charges for the
bruises she sometimes inflicted. Those were the days.  What
in the hell made that change?"

"The media centered on perversion and now parents are
skittish about letting kids run nude publicly."  Andrea
offered. "Open displays of children's skin are no longer
considered sensual they are now considered sexual."

"Yes, and that could be a big problem here too."  Dave began
his debate, "But we can't let that run our lives.  There
aren't any more pedophiles today then there were back then. 
I'm not sure if we encouraged more public child nudity that
that wouldn't remove some of the thrill and result in less
sexual assault and more tenderness."

"Why else has it changed?"

"Society has changed.  They feel it is humiliating for
little boys to be made to run around nude and they've sold
their perverted views to the children.  I know that for a
fact, as we now have to do whole 'private parts' thing with
the kids."  Andrea took another shot.

Sharon was quick to respond, "Yeah, but that's just show. 
Secretly, they're afraid if they agree boys should be made
nude publicly they will be accused of being perverted.  You
know they aren't any different that we are.  They are just
to afraid of being labeled by those who also secretly enjoy
watching by have to come off as self-righteous goody two
shoes."

Dave began reminiscing again, "When I was a boy we didn't
feel humiliated.  We didn't even remotely feel humiliated. 
That's just the way it was. Back then we were inspected and
probed by any adult who appeared concerned about our well
being.  If an adult told you to strip, you stood there and
stripped naked.  At school the teachers and principals gave
boys bare butt spankings.  They'd just pull down our pants
and underwear and spank the fire out of our backsides.  If
they didn't our parents would want to know why they didn't. 
We sure as hell didn't have the number of brats running
around as we do today.  That's a fact!"

"Yeah and now if you even raise your voice to one of the
little cherubs you end up with his or her parent in your
face wanting that to 'never happen again'.  'That teacher
hurt my kid's feelings'.  Oh God, don't get me started." 
Andrea commiserated.

Sharon finally spoke, "Society feels allowing kids to be
naked is the reason perversion happens?"

"Yeah, and argument could be made that maybe not making
little boys run around naked isn't the cause of a lot of
that perversion.  If they all did it, then it wouldn't be an
earth shaking arousal when the graduated to Speedos at
thirteen or fourteen.  But that's my opinion and I may be
wrong." Sharon was getting worked up.

The women had skillfully steered Dave's thinking from the
offensive to the defensive posture.  It became more apparent
as he countered, "I agree, I'm not sure this new modesty
isn't why perversion happens in the first place.  It builds
the curiosity that stays for a life time.  If that's the
case then there are more perverts running around now than
when we were kids.  Interesting, if that's true, their
attempts to protect kids innocence is really causing the
problem they're trying to protect against.  Kind of poetic
justice, isn't it? What idiots we are."

"Well, what do you think?  Should be make him wear the thong
or not?" Sharon sensing a point of agreement in his critical
reasoning, called the question.

"Let's try it and see.  What can it hurt?  You know he isn't
going to like it."  Then to save face with a decision he
still wasn't fully convinced was proper he built in his out,
"But, this should be a mother's call and I should support
your decision.  I would ask that you be careful about the
public nudity.  You better be sure you understand the
ramifications of making him expose himself in front of
strangers.  Promise me, if I'm not with you, you will always
have him in your sight if you make him go all the way with
this nudity thing.  You'll protect him from attack by
strangers."

"Well, duh, I think I would do that.  I mean he is my son,
too.  Of course, I'd protect him."  Sharon was somewhat
indignant at her husband's remark.

"I didn't mean it that way.  I just think we should only
allow other children and adults we trust make physical
contact with his genitals or ass.  People we trust."

"Again I say, well, duh. But now you promise, you won't
question my decisions to force him to be on display even if
you don't necessarily agree on the when's and where's.  You
understand too that the thong is his only swim attire until
I say he can go back to the Speedo.  You promise me that if
he needs wearing out, you won't get in the way of me doing
it."

With that Dave got a little indignant and his voice raised,
"Have I ever?  Have I ever, Sharon?  Don't I usually wear
him out a second time because I think you were too gentle?
Huh, Sharon?  That was a cheap shot and you know it."

"I'm sorry, that was a cheap shot.  Okay then, let's
introduce him to the public in this thong.  We'll make him
wear it to Billy Thompson's birthday party this Saturday.  I
want to see the other parents' reactions."

"I want to see the reaction of his friends!" Dave countered.

Andrea added, "And I want a full report Saturday evening on
both counts, you guys."

Dave went to the sliding glass door and hollered to his nude
son, "Steven, I need for you to come in here for a minute. 
Let's go.  Now, Steven."

A smile erupted on his face.  He just knew his father had
put a stop to this humiliation and was going to tell him to
don his Speedo again.  His 'I told you so' look was cast
very firmly in the direction of Karen.  Suspecting he was
right she stuck her tongue out at the nude boy.

"You called me, Dad?"

"Come in here a minute.  Your mother and I have had a talk
about the things that you've been going through yesterday
and today."

Steven nodded affirmatively.  The smile grew.  He just knew
it was over.  His father continued, "Here," he held out the
thong thing his mother had made him wear the day before,
"put this on, I want to see it on you."  The smile dwindled
quickly.  "Come on, put it on.  Do you need some help?"

"No, I can put it on", he put the string through the loop on
the strap which was run up the cleft of his bottom and place
one leg through the hole it made.  The while holding the
loose strings he pulled the waist strip tight and tied a bow
on his right side.  During the process he could help but
think to himself, "Maybe Dad was just interested to see how
bad this thing was.  Maybe he just wanted to see for
himself.  Certainly he wouldn't make me wear this."

"Turn around I want to start with a look at your butt. 
Wooo, Karen really did lay into you didn't she.  You still
have welts on you ass."  Dave traced a few lightly with his
finger.  "Guess you ought to keep some of those thoughts to
yourself from now on, huh?  Okay now let me see the front." 
Turning the boy lifted his hands to his head to emphasize
how revealing this scrap of cloth was.  Dave ran his index
finger between the hem and his son's pubic area sliding his
finger along the side of his scrotum and flipping his glans
a little as he moved it up.  "There isn't much room in there
is there?"  Steven shook his head from side to side.  His
father's touch to his backside and then his genital area,
inadvertent as it seemed caused Steven's penis to begin to
harden.

"No, there isn't and I hate it.  People can see my privates
whenever I sit down and when it gets wet you can see
everything, Dad.  It's embarrassing."

"Steven, you mean when it stands up and salutes like it is
right now?"  The boys face turned red with his father's
remark.  His hands began the descent to cover it, surely his
Dad would understand.  "No, no, son leave it alone and let
nature take its course.  I want to see how long that sucker
is when it's hard as a rock."  Then he continued as he kept
an eye on his son's crotch, "When I was a little boy we had
to spend a whole lot of our time completely naked.   Most
everywhere we swam we had to be completely naked.  Girls
didn't.  In fact, girls would get in trouble for being
naked, but boys were expected to be.  When we swam, your
Grandma or adult women who wanted to would sit and watch. 
Most of the time, they had our sisters and younger brothers
with them.  They all watched.  Moms could come in the locker
room and bring the little girls with them while we showered
and changed.  And if they desired, they could inspect any
boys' parts to make sure they were alright or clean.  There
was no such thing as modesty.  This little piece of cloth
gives you more modesty than we ever had, even if it does
give an occasional view of your penis or scrotum.  I guess
what I'm trying to say is little boys shouldn't be so
modest.  I'm going to support Mom's decision on this issue. 
You will wear this thong for as long as she feels it's
needed, whenever and wherever you swim for the next couple
of years.  If you wish, though you can 'go commando' and
swim nude if you'd rather.  Son, you've got an exceptional
penis and testicles it puts most boys to shame.  You need to
be proud of it."

"But Dad, I don't like people seeing me naked. I don't want
them to see my butt or my privates."

"You don't get it! From now on, until Mom decides so, you
don't have any privates.  Now, I believe she has you serving
naked time so take off the thong and give it back to Mom. 
She'll keep it for you until Saturday.  Then you're going to
wear it to Billy's birthday party and after that we're going
to take you to the community pool and you will be wearing
your thong when we do.  I don't want another word about it. 
You'll see it'll be embarrassing at first, but soon everyone
will get used to seeing you in it."

"Daaaadddddd, Uh, uh, I won't go.  I'm not going to the
Billy's or the pool in this.  Everyone will make fun of me. 
Pleaaaasssseee don't make me do it."

"Steven I know what I'm talking about.  When I was a kid we
swam in the public pools nude and we didn't think twice
about it."

"But it was just boys."

"Just boys swimming, but lots of girls got to watch us. 
What's the difference?  You'll survive it and will probably
be the better for it.  Now, take the damn thing off and give
it to your mother.  If I have any problem with you over
this, I'll take the belt to you."  Then turning his head to
Andrea he jokingly said, "Or better yet I'll let Karen do it
for me, she's better at it."  With that the adults chuckled.

Steven removed the thong and threw it to the floor in front
of him.  His still hard penis bounced at it's freedom and
his lower lip stuck out when he began to pout when his
father's huge hand made contact with his bare bottom with a
loud slap.  Overlaid on the welts left by his earlier
spanking was a big pink hand print.  "Pick that up and give
it to Mom and get your attitude straightened out.  I mean
NOW, Mister."

Steven picked up the thong and handed to his mother who
fought hard to keep the smile of satisfaction from her son's
view.  Dave was on-board.

Andrea walked Steven to the door, "Girls, you need to put
some more sunscreen on Steven now."

"But it's almost dark out there." Steven objected. "Why do I
need sunscreen on?"

"Well, Honey, it will moisturize your skin, it'll make you
feel good, and the girls like to play with your boy toys
especially when it's stiff.  Now, go out there and let them
have some fun."

  
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