Memories of Those Perfectly Awful Summers with My
Stepmother, Part Four
by David 

daphnesecretgarden@yahoo.com

copyright 2005 by David, all rights reserved

* * * * *
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
you are not of  a legal age in your locality to view such
material or if such  material does not appeal to you, do not
read further, and do not  save this story.
* * * * *


Chapter Thirteen:  An Evening in Hell


It was late and Juanita, my stepmother, still had not
returned from her day with Mrs. Taylor and the girls, which
meant I was still in the hands of my mischievous and
somewhat cruel babysitter, Marlene.  After a day of misery
and humiliation I was more than eager to get away from my
teenaged tormentor.  Until that happened, however, I was
still under her unrelenting control and I didn't dare
complain ... well, not too much.

"Marlene, I'm tired of playing dolls," I whined from the
confines of the itchy wool blanket that had served as my
punishment bed for the past several days.  I was kneeling
with my feet under my naked butt, my bare thighs squeezing
together in order to hide my boyish privates.  "I don't want
to do this any more."

Marlene raised an eyebrow and shook her head at me.  "What's
the matter, Brandon? That's no way for a pretty sissy boy to
talk.  Are you too good to play with your little girlie
dolls?"

"Can't I please do something else?" I begged.

"Like what?" the pretty girl asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at my painted
fingernails.  "I dunno.  It's just that ... well, doggone
it, I'm a boy ... plus, well, I'm almost twelve years old! 
And everybody knows twelve year old boys don't play with
dolls!"

"I guess that's true," my smiling babysitter replied. 
"Okay, tough guy, I know what you can do.  Why don't you
just get up on your pretty little high heels and go outside
and play with Phillip Prewitt and his gang of little snots?  
They're out on the street racing their little cars right now
and I'm sure they'd love for you to join them.  You could
have so much fun showing off your naked butt to your little
boyfriends!"

I looked from Marlene's evil, smiling face and then down to
my girlish shoes and naked legs.  I didn't even bother
asking for something to cover my bare butt 'cause I knew
what she'd say.  As far as she was concerned, I could go
anywhere I wanted ... as long as I didn't have any pants on.

"That's not what I meant," I said with a sniff.

Marlene clucked her tongue.  "Then what did you mean?"

"Aww ... never mind," I said with a sob.

"Are you sure?" my tormentor asked.  "I bet your little
buddies would just love to see how cute you are with your
prissy, girlie lipstick and your pretty little bottom
sticking out!"

Marlene's giggling made me feel ill.  She knew exactly how
terrified I was of being discovered in my sissy clothes. 
Tugging at my skimpy, girlie top, I felt worse than naked. 
Just the thought of being seen dressed like a sissy by the
other guys was enough to make me sick with terror.  Sticking
my bottom lip out in a classic pout, I glanced down at the
fashion doll in my hand and fought the urge to cry.  As
tired as I was playing with that stupid thing, it was a lot
better than the alternative.

"Please, Marlene, it's okay," I said with a tearful whimper
and slumped back onto that horrid, tortuous blanket.  "Just
forget it."

Marlene made a little pouty face of her own.  "Oh, are you
sure?  You poor thing, I don't want you to get bored."

From her vantage point on the sofa my babysitter seemed to
be studying my nakedness with great interest.  I looked at
the Barbie in my hand and squeezed my legs together to hide
my shame.

"That's ... that's okay.  I'll ... I'll just play with my
dolls.  Never mind ... this is fine."

The sixteen year old girl grinned.  "That's what I thought,"
she said with a cheery voice.

I wonder if hell is like this, I thought to myself silently.

As I sat there and felt sorry for myself, I pondered how
horrible my summer vacation had become.  Believe it or not,
I was so happy and excited when I first arrived at my
father's home, mostly because I was so far away from my
mother and all the troubles I had with her.  Starved for
male companionship, to me the very idea of spending the
summer with my dad, doing all that great guy stuff like
hiking and fishing and playing ball and going to the car
races, that was like a dream come true!  And to do it all
with my father, the greatest guy in the world, my hero, my
role model ... my DAD!  That was the best reason for being
alive, yes sir, and the best reason for being an eleven year
old boy.

Little did I know what cruel trick fate had in store for me. 
Not only was I NOT spending my summer vacation doing "guy
things" with my dad, I quickly found myself in the hands of
a mischievous, conniving female and her cast of co-
conspirators, all bent on making my life as miserable and as
agonizing as possible.  Instead of a summer without care, I
was literally stripped naked and beaten and trapped in
circumstances that were as embarrassing and humiliating as
any boy my age could imagine.  My dream come true had turned
out to be a living nightmare.  Worse yet, in order to
survive this ordeal with as little pain as possible, I had
become a shameful, yet willing participant.

That's how I ended up being babysat by one mean-spirited
teenaged girl with the most warped sense of humor.  Rather
than the blue jeans and t-shirt that make up the typical
all-American boy's summer uniform, my chubby little boy body
was clad in a delicate frilly babydoll nightgown that barely
covered my belly button, much less my bare butt.   In place
of smelly socks and dirty sneakers, my feet were adorned
with lacy ankle high socks and a pair of shiny white girl's
shoes.  And instead of the sweat and grim you normally find
on a boy's face and hair, my lips were painted with pink
gloss and my long blond hair was gathered up and curled and
decorated like a frivolous birthday cake atop my bewildered
head.

If there was a way to make matters worse, Marlene could find
it, of course.  Forget about packing to go fishing or
spending a day at the race track.  Instead, I was naked from
the waist down, quietly playing with my borrowed collection
of Barbie dolls and sadly wondering what my friends back
home were doing for fun.  All of this under the watchful eye
of my giggling, smiling babysitter.

And so, there I was, lost in self-pity when the doorbell
rang.  My misery suddenly turned to horror and I quickly
whispered a prayer.  It didn't come true.

"Come on, little cutie," my babysitter ordered.  "You can
help me answer the door.  Maybe it's Phillip again.  Maybe
this time he brought some of his little buddies.  Listen ...
can't you hear them on the front steps?  I bet they're here
to see my pretty little Brandon!  Doesn't that sound like
fun?"

"No, it doesn't!" I said sourly.  I could hear somebody at
the door and I was in a state of panic!  "Can't I just stay
here?"

"Not unless you want another spanking, which I'm happy to
give you, of course."

I felt my mouth go dry.  Why was this happening to me? 
"Please ... Marlene ... don't make me go to the door ...
please ...."

A cruel, burning pinch with sharp fingernails on my bare
butt reminded me that I was not the boss of me.

"Come on, sissy boy!  Unless you want me to resort to
violence!"

It felt like I was in some weird dream as I approached the
front door in my sissy-girl costume.  I felt just horrible. 
I had no pants on and my face was made up like a clown.  My
hands were trembling and my stomach churned with fear and I
just knew I was going to lose control of my bladder and pee
all over myself.

"Do I really have to ...?" I begged.

Marlene put her hands on her hips.  "I can get my daddy's
leather belt," she said with frightening authenticity.

I took a deep breath and turned the doorknob.  I about had a
heart attack until I saw who came through the front door. 
It was -- thank God! -- my stepmother, Juanita, fresh from
her trip with Mrs. Taylor and the girls!  I have to admit I
was actually happy to see her.   My stepmother, to my
surprise, seemed extremely pleased to see me!

"Yoo-hoo!  I'm back!" Juanita called out, her voice
girlishly gushing as she took me in her arms and gave me a
hug.  "Did anybody miss me?"

I am sad to report that in the wake of the horror that was
known as "Marlene," I was doomed the moment I opened that
door.  The ridiculous makeover my stupid babysitter gave me
that day sparked an enthusiasm in my stepmother that would
eventually scar me for life.  When Juanita saw me standing
at the Mullins' front door all dolled up in pre-teen drag,
naked from the waist down, she was elated -- if not
vindicated! -- by what she saw.

"Oh, my goodness!" Juanita said as she held me by the
shoulders and gazed at me like I was some work of art. 
"Just look at you!  It looks like somebody's been having a
lot of fun while I've been away!"

Imagine my stepmother's delight in seeing my plump little-
boy body draped in that short babydoll nightie and my face
made up like a pageant princess!  If she ever had any doubts
about me being anything less than boyish, well, they were
all gone now!  She was so excited to see me decorated with
red nail polish, lipstick, eye makeup and my blond hair held
up with little gold butterflies, you'd have thought she'd
won the lottery or something!

Why me? I thought to myself as I was touched and caressed
and hugged and kissed by my doting stepmother.  I just want
to go home ... I just want to be a normal boy!  Is anybody
ever going to help me ...?

"Such a pretty boy," Juanita said as she looked me up and
down.  "Who would have thought Brandon could be such a
lovely, pretty little boy ...."

While my stepmother gushed and fussed over my girlish
appearance, I watched the front door carefully for unwanted
guests.  I just didn't think I could take any more surprises
that evening.  I was relieved to see my stepmother was
alone.  At least something was going my way!

"I knew it!  I just knew it!" Juanita kept saying over and
over again.  She couldn't keep her eyes off me, nor her
hands, which made me really uncomfortable.  "Well, little
mister, it looks like you've finally found your calling! 
You look just like a pretty little doll, that's exactly what
you look like!"

"I ... it ... it's not my fault," I said hoarsely.  "Mar-
... Marlene made me."

My stepmother grinned.  "Oh, I'm sure she did.  I'm sure she
made you put on makeup and lipstick and do your hair up like
a fashion model, too."

I licked my lips.  "Well, she did!" I insisted.

Juanita shook her head.  "Oh, Brandon, you don't really
expect me to believe that, do you?  I mean, after seeing you
running around in your birthday suit I knew you weren't such
a tough guy after all, but, my goodness, I certainly didn't
expect to go away and come back to find you turned into a
life-sized Barbie!  Oh, honey, if your father could only see
you now!  Wouldn't he have a different opinion of you!"

Hearing my dad mentioned broke the spell I'd been under for
the past several hours.  Up until that moment I'd been
cooperating with my babysitter, you know, just to get along
and to keep my bare butt from getting spanked.  But now the
fun was over.  I suddenly felt an aching twinge in my nose,
the kind you feel just before you start crying, and my
stomach felt kind of nauseous.

"They ... Marlene and that other girl ... they made me do
this," I stammered weakly as my stepmother ran her fingers
over my bare bottom and toyed with the lacy trim of my
borrowed gown.  "I promise!  They ... I ... I didn't want
to, but they ... they made me."

Nobody paid any attention to what I was saying.  They were
all too busy going on about how cute I looked in my ultra-
feminine costume.  Marlene, of course, made it sound like
dressing up like a girl was my idea.

"I tried talking him out of it, Mrs. Miller, but Brandon
insisted.  He said he did this all the time in his mommy's
clothes back home.  He really wanted to wear a pair of
panties, too, but I didn't let him 'cause of the medicine we
were going to put on his butt."

"I did not ask for panties!" I sputtered.  "And ... and I
... I do NOT wear my mom's clothes, either!"

How could that ... that ... that ... GIRL say such a
thing???

"It's true, Juanita," Mrs. Mullins said cheerfully.  She'd
heard the doorbell ring and had just entered the living
room.  "I heard him with my own ears, Juanita.  It was
rather cute, actually."

Holy mackerel!  I couldn't believe Marlene's mom lied to my
stepmother!  What in the heck was going on?  I looked from
Juanita to the elder Mullins and back again.  Mrs. Mullins
knew it wasn't true, yet she fibbed, right there in front of
everybody!  I had never called an adult a liar and I was
hesitant to do so at that moment.  After all, I was only an
eleven year old boy!  Who would believe me?

Marlene's mom went on to embellish her side of the story. 
"I went out for a while and when I came back, well, I never
saw a boy so fascinated by lipstick and makeup," said the
smiling woman.  "Most boys would never put up with such
nonsense, but Brandon was having the time of his life!"

"I can see that," Juanita said, giving me a soft pat on my
bare bottom.

Marlene's mother looked right at me, daring me to contradict
her.  "I can't believe his hair, either.  Look how cute it
is!  As you can see, he just loves experimenting with
Marlene's collection of hairclips.  Especially the ones with
butterflies."

Even after hearing it, I still couldn't believe Mrs. Mullins
was saying all that ... that stuff!  It was as though she
was trying to make me sound like a total sissy!  I just
stood there, my mouth open in amazement, trying to think of
something to say to make things better.

Needless to say, I was coming up with nothing.

Marlene's mom went on with her testimony, her every word a
nail in the coffin of my masculinity.  "It seems that your
little scamp loves playing like a girlie-girl more than
anything in the whole wide world!  Of course, he begged us
not to tell his daddy.  I can't imagine why."

All three women chuckled over that last remark.  I looked
down at my skimpy girlish attire and clenched my fists.

"Juanita, that's not true!" I exclaimed.  "They ... they
made me do all this!  Really, they did!  I promise!"

Marlene butted in with, "Brandon Miller, you're a such liar! 
Just a few minutes ago you were playing with my old Barbies
and dancing around here and having the time of your life! 
And now you act like you're some sort of victim.  What's up
with that?"

Juanita gave me a skeptical look.  "Is that true?  Were you
playing with your little dollies and having fun?"

"No-o-o-o ...." I whimpered.

My babysitter let out a laugh.  "Mrs. Miller, he's fibbing
to you!  He spent all afternoon playing 'dressup' with his
Barbies!  Look for yourself and see!" she said, pointing at
the bright pink Barbie bag next to my itchy wool blanket.

"I wondered what was in there."  My stepmother nodded toward
the pink case.   She also gave me "that look," the one she
used as a warning that I better not be lying. "Whose Barbie
stuff is that, Brandon?"

I looked down at my nakedness and I felt my stomach do
another flip-flop.  I hated not having any pants!  But
before I could say a word, Marlene opened up the case and
pulled out one of the dolls -- it was wearing a ballerina
costume with butterfly wings, as I remember -- and fluffed
out the poofy tutu.  She then handed it to my stepmother.

"You should have seen him, Mrs. Miller.  He was so cute
playing with his dollies.  I've never seen a boy play with a
doll like that before.  You'd have thought he had his own
Barbies at home."

Juanita studied the doll for a moment and then pointed it
toward me.  "A butterfly costume, hmmm ...?  Why am I not
surprised?"

"It's not my fault," I muttered quietly.

My stepmother handed me the doll, at the same time pinching
me on the bare butt so hard I squealed out in both pain and
surprise.

"OW!!!  That hurt me!"

"Oh, hush up, you little liar!  Brandon, why can't you just
tell the truth?  I mean, it's just a doll, darling. There's
no reason to lie.  All that does is make things worse.  I
mean, there's nothing wrong with little boys playing with
dolls, is there, ladies?"

"Oh, no," Mrs. Mullins said, her face as straight as if she
was in church.  "Nothing at all wrong with that."

Marlene giggled as I squirmed in the trap she'd laid for me. 
I looked down at the Barbie in my hand and then back to my
stepmother.

"Oh ... I ... well, yeah, maybe I did play with them ... a
little.  B-b-but ... but, Marlene and that other girl made
me do that, too!  It's not my fault!"

I tossed the Barbie across the room like it was a hot
potato.  My stepmother immediately slapped me across the
face -- hard enough to make my eyes tear up in shame -- and
ordered me to go pick it up.

"Don't mistreat other people's toys like that, Brandon," she
fussed.  "They won't let you play with them if you do."

I screwed up my face like I was about to cry ... which I
was.  "I don't wanna play with any more stupid dolls!" I
sobbed as I retrieved the Barbie.

"Come here, right now!!!"

WHAPPP!!!

Juanita slapped my face a second time when I returned to her
side.  "That's no reason to abuse someone else's things,"
she said with a frown.

"You didn't have to hit me so hard," I sobbed

My stepmother touched my chin and directed my face to look
up toward her own.  The smile on her lips was so beautiful,
so genuine, it was a total shock when she slapped me again.

SMACK!!!

"You do not tell me what to do, little boy," she said with a
mocking, sing-song voice.  "Not unless you want more of the
same."

While I cried Marlene went on with her story, her every word
as painful as the smack of my stepmother's palm across my
blushing cheek.

"Like I said, he was playing with my dolls all afternoon,
Mrs. Miller!" insisted the teenaged girl.  "He really was! 
And he was dancing, too, just like a little ballerina!  You
should have seen him, spinning around and showing off his
bare butt!  The little show-off!  He's more of a girl than I
am!"

"That's pretty obvious," my stepmother said with a bright
laugh.  "Come on, Bran-DEE, dance for us.  Show Mrs. Mullins
and me how you danced for Marlene and Jennifer.  You can do
that for your ugly old stepmother, can't you?"

As she spoke she placed her hands on my naked hips, forcing
me to turn around several times.  I wanted to cry as her
fingernails dug into my tender skin, but I was more
concerned about losing my balance and falling down.  As
ridiculous as it sounds, I quickly found myself spinning out
of control.  "Juanita-a-a-a-a-a ...." I cried helplessly.

"Keep doing it," she repeated.  I felt a chill as her voice
took on an ominous growl.  "And don't you dare stop!"

My stepmother pushed me into the middle of the room where
she insisted I continue to dance around and around and
around until I was told to stop.  I started to just sit down
and refuse to cooperate, but the light in her eyes
frightened me so badly, I didn't dare.  Instead, I held out
my arms and I turned around repeatedly in a circle until the
world was spinning.  It was so humiliating, especially with
nothing to hide my bare butt and my privates!

"That's my pretty boy," my stepmother said with a laugh. 
"You look just like a pretty ballerina."

"Hmmm, more like the figurine on top of a music box," Mrs.
Mullins remarked.  "I had one just like it when I was a
little girl.  Until a mean little boy broke it, that is."

I remember looking at the smiling woman and feeling a shiver
down my spine.  So quiet, so respectable looking ... and yet
she really liked seeing me humiliated, that was obvious. 
The gleam in her eye told me that she was capable making
things much, much worse if I didn't watch myself.

"This is why I'm not in a hurry to put him back in pants,"
my stepmother continued.  "I really like this look.  It
showcases our little man's true self, don't you think?"

I bristled with resentment as Juanita reached out and
grabbed me by the hand.  The next thing I knew, she'd pulled
me close and was fluffing out my borrowed gown.  I squealed
like a stupid girl when she slid her hand underneath the
flimsy material and tickled my bare belly.  My face still
tear-stained, I squirmed about and let loose a reluctant
giggle at her touch.  She then turned her attention to my
hair and plucked at the little butterfly clips.

"I couldn't help but notice you fixed your hair up all nice
and pretty.  Did somebody cut your bangs?"

Marlene cleared her throat.  "Jennifer did that earlier,
when she fixed his hair.  Brandon begged her to do it.  He
said he liked how it looked on some girl he knew and he
wanted to see how it would look on him."

"I ... I di-did not!" I stammered with incredulity.  How
could she say such a thing, I thought to myself.

Juanita looked at me and grinned.  "He did, hmmm ...?  I
wonder where he got that idea?  Your little girlfriend,
Marie, has pretty bangs, doesn't she?  Did you want to look
like Marie, honey?  I never would have guessed!"

"No!  I ... I don't know!" I said, struggling against a
repeat onslaught of caresses and tickles from my stepmother. 
I giggled against my will and then let out another reluctant
laugh.  "Juanita, please, stop it!  Stop tickling me!  I
told you, they're ... they're making all this up!  You have
to believe me!"

My stepmother smiled a crooked smile, licked on a tissue and
wiped my mouth and chin.  She then held the lipstick-stained
tissue up and sighed.

"Oh, really?  And who am I supposed to believe?  Two grown
women ... or a proven LIAR with lipstick and makeup on his
face?

I starting giggling again as she attacked me with a flurry
of tickles so forceful and so furious as to cause me to
hyperventilate.

"Stop it!  Please ... stop ... it ...," I gasped.  "I ... I
can't breathe!"

"See what I have to put up with?" my stepmother told Mrs.
Mullins and Marlene.  "The little silly was whining and
crying only a few minutes ago.  Now he's laughing and having
fun, but in a few minutes he'll be whining and crying all
over again.  Just watch and see.  And they say females are
moody!"

Mrs. Mullins nodded.  "The poor boy is just a little bit
confused, Juanita, that's all.  Brandon loves playing like a
girl, but he's so afraid people will make fun of him.  It's
a shame.  Poor child ... he doesn't know which end is up."

My stepmother suddenly stopped tickling me.  Just as
quickly, she pulled me close and ran her hand across my bare
bottom again.  "Speaking of which end is up, when was the
last time you had an enema?"

Suddenly I felt the world turn upside down.  Why did she
have to ask that question?

"Well, um, I, uh ...."

Before I could reply, thank goodness, Marlene interrupted
with, "About an hour ago, Mrs. Miller.  We did it a few
times this morning and again just before supper.  I gave him
a quick sponge bath, too, just like we do at the clinic.  He
ought to be fresh and clean, inside and out!"

Juanita nodded.  "You didn't give Mrs. Mullins and Marlene
any trouble, did you?"

I clenched naked my buttcheeks together and shook my head. 
"No, ma'am."

"What about this ugly little thing?" she asked.  I shivered
as she cupped my limp penis in her hand.  "At least it's not
sticking out like a fishing pole.  You weren't a nasty boy,
were you?"

I blanched at the memory of Marlene and Jennifer making me
jack off.  I knew my stepmother would wear out my bare butt
if she knew what I'd done, but I was afraid to lie about it. 
I bit my lip and shrugged my naked shoulders.

"I dunno," I mumbled shyly.

My stepmother looked from me to our hostess and her
daughter.  Both were grinning like a pair of cats.

"Oh, well, there was one little accident," Marlene said with
a smirk.  "He made a mess, but it wasn't anything we
couldn't handle.  I smacked his butt a few times afterward
and we've been best friends ever since.  He's really no
trouble to keep.  Really."

Juanita slid her hand from under my penis to my unprotected
bottom, giving it a harsh, painful pinch  I winced as her
fingernails scraped my tender skin.

"So you had to get a spanking, huh?" she said, her voice low
and threatening.  "What did I tell you about being good?  Go
away!  I don't even want you near me!  Go stand in the
corner until it's time to go home!  Go on!  Get away from
me."

"But, Juanita," I whined.

"Go!  Now!"

Rejected and ashamed, I did as I was told and I walked to
the nearest corner of the room.

"No, go to the other side of the room.  I said I don't want
you near me!"

I cannot put into words how awful I felt as I clip-clopped
in those stupid girlie shoes over to the far corner of Mrs.
Collins' living room.  I put my nose in the corner and said
a silent hello to the wallpaper.  It was a lonely place to
be, even with a bare bottom and the women chit-chatting only
a few feet away.

"I'm sorry, Juanita-a-a-a!" I sobbed tearfully.  "I promise! 
I really am!"

"You just stand there until it's time to go home, little
mister!  And I do not want to hear another word!"

"Everybody's mean to me!" I said bitterly.  I remember
plucking at the silky material of my borrowed gown and
wishing it was long enough to cover my bare butt.  "Nobody
likes me!"

"What did I tell you?  Didn't I say I didn't want to hear
another word?" my stepmother yelled.  "Can you believe that
child?  You want another spanking, well, you're going to get
another spanking!"

"You may as well," I fussed.  "Nobody loves me!  Everybody
hates me!  I don't care if I get another spanking!  See if I
care!"

"Brandon, you're making me mad," Juanita said quietly. 
"Don't say another word!"

"I don't care what you think!  I hate you!"  I regretted the
words the instant I said them.

"Oh, Juanita, don't be upset," Mrs. Mullins said, her voice
sweet as syrup.  "Overall, Brandon has been the perfect
little angel.  He is absolutely no trouble at all.  Of
course, Marlene and Jennifer took care of him most of the
day, but I can assure you, he was as good as could be."

I watched in horror as my stepmother rose from her seat. 
"Well, he's not doing very good right now.  Excuse me,
ladies, while I wear out his little butt."

I felt my stomach flutter in alarm.  Not another spanking!

"I'm sorry, Juanita!" I cried.  "Please, don't ... not again
... please?"

"That was so stupid," Marlene said with a shake of the head
and a smile.

I did feel stupid as Juanita approached me.  All I had to do
was keep my mouth shut, but oh, no, I couldn't do that!  I
remember Marlene and her mother both grinning like a pair of
schoolgirls as I was spun around and slapped across the
face.  My stepmother then made to bend over with my hands
resting on my knees and positioned so my bare bottom stuck
out in the most ridiculous pose.  With a satisfied smile on
her face, she lifted up the hem of my girlish gown and
flipped it over my head.

"That will make it better to slap your butt," she said
softly.

Juanita then laid into me with at least a dozen slaps on
each cheek, each blow harder and sharper than the one
before.

WHAPPP!!! WHAPPP!!! WHAPPP!!! WHAPPP!!! WHAPPP!!!  She
wailed away at my bare butt.

"OW!!! OW!!! OW!!! OW!!! OW!!!" I cried like a little child.

By the time she was done, my poor bottom burned like fire
and I was a sobbing mess.

"Now, go and do like I told you!" she ordered.  "Get back in
that corner and keep your pretty mouth shut!"

I returned to my solitary corner where I leaned against the
wall and cried until I was sick.   I hadn't stood in the
corner since I was little.  And now, like this ... I felt no
more than five years old.

While I cried my heart out, my sixteen year old babysitter
said the most astonishing -- and worrisome -- thing.

"Like Mother said, Mrs. Miller, Brandon is just a little
angel," she said enthusiastically.  "I love taking care of
him and I'm happy to babysit him any time you want, no
problem!  It's fun having such a pretty little boy to care
for.  Just give me a call whenever you want to get rid of
him."

My stepmother was delighted with the young girl's offer. 
"As long as you think you can handle him," she said.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Mrs. Miller.  Whenever he gets
out of line, I do know how to give a spanking, too.  Isn't
that right, Bran-DEE?"

A titter of feminine laughter made me so mad, I had to force
myself to look down to keep from saying something that might
get me in even more trouble.  I was rewarded with a view of
my borrowed girlie shoes peeking below the flared hem of my
borrowed girlie gown.

Why me?

Despite her cross attitude with me, Juanita was rather
pleased with all she was hearing.  The three women chatted
for a bit, going on about the challenges of raising a young
boy and sharing anecdotes.  Trapped in that lonely corner of
the room, I tried to think about things I'd rather be doing,
like playing baseball or that fishing trip with my father,
but I couldn't keep my mind on such things.  Not with
everyone's eyes continually sliding up and down my bare
bottom, forever reminding me of my shameful predicament.

At long last it was time to go home.  From my prison in the
corner I watched carefully as my stepmother gathered up her
things and slowly made her way to the front door.

"Can ... can ... I take this stuff off and go home with
you?" I remember begging at one point.  "I don't want to
play dressup anymore!"

"Oh, hush, darling," my stepmother warned as she conferred
with Mrs. Mullins and her teenaged daughter.  "Unless you
want another spanking, that is!"

For a few minutes I was terrified by the possibility that I
was going to remain in the clutches of that awful Marlene
Mullins.  The thought scared me to death, as I could easily
imagine her coming up with even more humiliating and painful
tortures for me.  The image of myself bent over her knee
with an enema nozzle came to mind.  And what if that stupid
Jennifer came back ... and what if she brought her ugly
brother, Phillip?  The image of us two boys with our butts
up in the air getting enemas formed in my mind and it was
everything I could do to keep from starting to cry again.

Imagine my relief when Juanita finally held her hand out
toward me and indicated that I should go with her.  While I
resisted the urge to jump up and down with joy, I did slip
and smile a little bit.

"That's my pretty boy.  Such a pretty smile.  Now, thank
Marlene and Mrs. Mullins for babysitting you," she ordered.

I did as I was told, feeling like a complete fool in the
process.  "Thank you, Mrs. Mullins ... Marlene ... for
taking care of me."

"And thank them for your pretty new clothes while you're at
it," my stepmother added.

I blinked.  What?  My new clothes ...?

I looked down at the stupid gown I wore.  I was rewarded
with the hard vision of the even stupider shoe on my stupid
feet.

"You ... you don't mean ... I have to wear these home?"  I
looked at my stepmother, who had a smug look on her face.

"And why not?  You complained earlier about coming over here
naked.  Well, now you've got something to wear.  Don't tell
me you're not happy with that!"

"Can't I change clothes first?"  It was meant as a question,
but I've no doubt it sounded as though I was begging.

Juanita looked at me like I was retarded.  "Don't be so
dumb.  There isn't anything for you to wear, remember?"

I looked down at the girlish gown again.  Anything, maybe
even going naked, would be better than that.

"But ... but ... you ... you can't ... I can't ... go out
like this!" I pleaded desperately.  "I ... people will see
... Juanita, I can't go out like ... like this!!!"

My stepmother shrugged her shoulders.  "Why not?  Like I
said, you were naked this morning when we walked over.  At
least you'll have some clothes on when we go home."

"Not really," I whined.

As we approached the front door I glanced over at the hall
mirror and shivered.  Like I said before, that stupid gown
barely reached my belly button, leaving me completely naked
from the waist down.  The only other thing I had on were
those stupid girlie shoes and ankle socks.

"Please, Juanita," I sobbed, "don't make me go home like
this ....."

"Oh, hush," my stepmother fussed.  "The way you're talking,
you'd think it was the end of the world!"

"It just as well be," I muttered bitterly.

"You still didn't thank your hostess' for your pretty
clothes," Juanita reminded me.

I took a deep breath and sighed.  "Thank you for the ... the
... pretty clothes, I guess."  I kept my eyes focused on the
floor as I spoke.  I didn't want to see Marlene's grinning
face anymore.

Mrs. Mullins proceeded to gather up my itchy pink blanket
and pillow and said her farewells.  I felt ill as I was
handed that stupid baby bottle and the Barbies.

"Here," Marlene guided my hand through a pink shoulder
strap, "take this bag of clothes for your pretty dollies.  I
don't want them anymore, so you may as well take them."

"But ... I don't want this ...," I said with a sniff.  I
could have saved my breath ... no one was listening to me.

In addition to everything else, I found myself carrying
Phillip Prewitt's red GT-40 race car.  On any other occasion
I would have been thrilled.  But at that moment, well, it
was a symbol of everything I wanted and could not have.

"You may as well take it with you," Mrs. Mullins said
cheerfully.  "You'll probably see little Phillip long before
we do."

Marlene snorted as she tried to stifle a laugh.  "Yeah,
maybe you two can get together and play dressup sometime.  I
bet he'd like getting naked with you!  And I bet you'd like
that!"

"Oh, Marlene," Mrs. Mullins said.  "Don't be such a tease!"

Despite her tone of voice the older woman's eyes lit up with
amusement at my expense.  I wondered just what she'd do if
she ended up babysitting me instead of her daughter doing
so.  The possibilities caused me to shiver with fear.

Within a matter of seconds I found myself being pushed
through the front door of the Mullins' house.  My heart was
pitter-pattering a million beats a minute, but I was too
weak to do anything about it.  As the door opened my knees
wobbled and I felt my stomach churn as if I'd just gotten
off a particularly violent roller coaster ride.   A firm
push against my back forced me onto the porch and into the
evening darkness.  The chilly air hit my naked skin and
triggered a sharp shiver all over my plump, eleven year old
body.  The next thing I knew, my stepmother was dragging me
down the front steps and into the darkness, away from the
safety of Mrs. Mullins' brightly lit house.

"Good night, Brandy!" Marlene yelled from her front porch. 
"Be sure to come back and see me!"

"Say 'good night' to Marlene, darling," instructed my
stepmother.  "It's the polite thing to do."

"'Night, Marlene," I called out, my voice hoarse and
trembling.  "See you later ... I guess."

This last I muttered softly.  Believe me, I was in no hurry
to see that girl ever again!

Thank goodness it was nighttime.  I know, I know ... I
should have been used to being outside naked, but the truth
of the matter was that being half-dressed was just as bad if
not worse!  And being half-dressed in girls' things was
definitely worse!

Clip-clop!  Clip-clop!

The sound of my borrowed girlie shoes on the pavement
accented the alien taste of lipstick in my mouth and the
tickle of the lacy gown on my bare skin.  I tugged and
pulled at the hem of that stupid gown, but there was no way
to cover up my bare butt or my exposed penis.  Oh, how I
hated not having any pants or underwear!  My only hope was
to cling closely to my stepmother and pray that the falling
light would conceal my shame from any curious onlookers that
might happen by.

Juggling that stupid baby bottle and the borrowed Barbies
and the huge race car between my two hands, I thought about
how the walk home seemed a lot longer than the walk to the
Mullins house.  It seemed like we'd never make it.  I
remember how my breathing became more and more difficult
with each step of the way.  By the time we got to the edge
of the street I was having the hardest time just getting air
to my lungs.  I remember my mother having an asthma attack
only a few months before and I wondered if I was having one,
too.

We were just about to head for my father's property, pausing
at Juanita's insistence under the streetlight so I could
adjust a loose strap on one of my borrowed shoes, when I
heard the rushing sound of bicycles approaching.  I didn't
mean to turn around, I really didn't want to do that, but
out of habit I had to see who it was.  I couldn't help
myself ... and I paid the price for my weakness.

Holy crap!

It was a bunch of neighborhood boys, all of them grinning
and laughing and pointing right at me!

"See!  Just like Phillip said!  It's that Brandon kid, all
dressed up like a little fairy!  Hey, Brandon, turn around
and show us your little fairy dress, you stupid faggot!"

HOLY CRAP!!!

There were at least four, maybe five in total, all about my
age, all of whom I'd met at one time or another during my
visits to my father's home.  Of all people, Phillip Prewitt,
Jennifer's kid brother, was in the middle of the pack,
laughing right along with the other boys.  Their expressions
ranged from delighted to shocked to evil amusement. From
this point on, of course, these guys would never forget me. 
And they would never, ever, look at me the same again.

"Look at the sissy fairy, guys!" Phillip -- who was once my
friend -- hollered.  "You can even see his bare butt!"

"Holy shit!" yelled one of the older boys.  "He's right! 
That kid don't have no pants on!  Holy shit!"

"Stop looking at me!" I yelled, knowing that what I just
said was totally ridiculous.  Of course they were going to
look at me; how could they not look at me?  Not knowing what
else to say, I said it again out of desperation.  "All of
you, go away and stop looking at me!"

Phillip pointed at me and yelled, "Look!  He's got a baby
bottle and a bunch of dolls!  He really is a faggot!  Holy
shit!"

"Where ya goin', fag boy?" one of the other boys asked. 
"Gonna play dolls with your mommy?"

Somebody else hollered, "Nah, he's gonna suck his little
baby bottle for her!  Suck that bottle, faggot!  Make your
mommy proud!"

"You better hurry up, fairy boy!" shouted another boy. 
"Your mama's getting away!  You might get lost in the dark!"

I suddenly realized that my stepmother's hand had released
its grip on my wrist.  Glancing around, I was stunned to
discover that she was nowhere in sight.  What the ...!!!??? 
I mean, only a few seconds ago she was right there!  And it
was at least a hundred feet to the house.  Where could she
have gone so fast ...?

"Juanita ...?" I whispered.  I remember holding out the
Barbies in my hand like a weapon, just in case.  "Don't
leave me ...."

Blinking my eyes, I looked around one more time, but still,
there was no sign of my stepmother.  I thought for an
instant I saw the glow of a cigarette in the shadow of the
front porch, but I got distracted when something sharp hit -
- or bit! -- my naked butt.

Ping!  Zip!

"Ow!  Stop it!" I cried as another burning sting hit me on
my bare thigh.  I looked over to see Phillip and a couple of
other boys had some sort of toy guns and they were shooting
little plastic pellets at me, laughing like a bunch of
idiots in the process.

Ping!  Ping!  Zip!  Zip!

"Yeow!!!" I screamed as one of the pellets hit me on my
penis, right on the tip!  Another one whacked me right in
the balls.  Boy, did that ever hurt!  "Stop it, you guys! 
Those things really hurt!  Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

Ping!  Zip!  Ping!  Zip!

"Hey, Phillip, look ... the little faggot's got a GT-40,
just like yours!  Now, what is a sissy like that doing with
such a cool car?"

I glanced down to see the red race car on the ground where I
left it while fixing my shoe.  I then looked up to see
Phillip Prewitt staring right at me.  His face was all
screwed up, as if he couldn't decide on whether to be mad or
scared.

"That ain't your car, is it, Phillip?" the boy yelled. 
"Where is your car, anyway?  You ain't been playing house
with this little faggot have you?"

I felt my stomach drop as Phillip shook his head and lifted
the toy gun in his hand so it was directly in line with my
naked body.  "That ain't my car," he said with a growl.  "My
dad's got my car, getting' it ready for a race this weekend. 
I don't know where the little faggot got his!"

With that my former friend let loose a barrage of pellets
that caught me by surprise.  Ping-ping-ping-ping, smack-
smack-smack-smack, they all hit their target, the tops of my
thighs, dangerously close to my privates.  Each felt like a
hornet sting, triggering a flood of tears in my tired, sad
eyes.

Phillip's attack was just a taste of things to come.  The
other boys jumped in and more and more stinging pellets came
fast and furious, like a horde of angry wasps. My crying and
whining only made things worse, of course.  One of the
shooters was concentrating on my butt while another was
focused on my wiener.  Somebody else was busy working on my
lower legs, making me dance around like a hysterical little
child.  By this time my knees were so weak with fear, and I
was so dizzy, I thought I was going to fall down.  I suppose
I was near to fainting.  Whatever the case, I could hardly
move, but I had to, I was absolutely so terrified of the
situation I'd found myself in.

"Shoot him on the butt again!" somebody yelled.  "Listen ...
he sounds like a little girl when he cries!"

"Oh, man ... I got him on the tallywhacker again," a
triumphant voice announced following another painful hit on
my poor penis.  "That's got to hurt!"

"Cry, little crybaby!  Cry like a little girl!"

I don't know how long this went on.  Long enough for me to
get several dozen little red welts all over my exposed skin,
that's all I know for sure!  Naked from the waist down and
absolutely no way to defend myself ... I dropped my baby
bottle and my Barbie dolls and I tried to cover my sensitive
parts with the pink bag.

Oh, what nightmares I would relive over the next few years
as a result of this one incident alone!

"OW-OW-OW-OW!!!!" I screamed over and over and over again. 
"Stop it!  Please, God, stop it!  Juanita, please, make them
stop!"

All I got in return was the laughter of those mean, cruel
boys ... oh, and more pellets on my bare skin.  I remember
crouching down as low as I could go, pressing my thighs
together to protect my naked penis and balls and pulling my
skimpy gown down to deflect the stinging pellets.  This
caused my exposed butt to become the target of opportunity
for the bullies and they unleashed holy heck on me with
their stupid toy guns.

"Hit'em in the crack of his butt," somebody shouted. 
"That'll really hurt'em!"

"No, hit'em in the balls!  That's gotta hurt worse!"

Ping!  Zip!  Ping!  Zip!

The pain was so harsh, it felt like I was getting a beating
on my bottom with Mrs. Taylor's whipping cane.

Ping!  Zip!

"Stop it!  Leave me alone!" I sobbed into my hands.  "Leave
me alone!"

It wasn't until I got hit on the cheek -- on my face,
stupid, not my butt! -- that Juanita finally stepped in to
rescue me.  My stepmother literally appeared out of nowhere,
scaring me to death!  With more of a grimace than a grin on
her face, she grabbed my arm and began chastising my
tormentors.

"You boys should know better than to shoot someone in the
face with one of those things!  Fun and games are one thing,
but you could put an eye out with those weapons!  Now, get
along before I call your parents!"

"They ... hurt me," I sobbed as I clung to my stepmother's
arm.

"Come on inside, Brandy," Juanita said softly.  "If your
little boyfriends won't play nicely, then you can't play at
all!"

"We didn't hurt him!" countered Phillip.  "They're just
little plastic balls.  He's just a big ol' crybaby!"

One of the other boys giggled and yelled, "Yeah, a crybaby
and a sissy!"

"And a faggot!" someone else called out, triggering a round
of nervous laughter.

My stepmother then said something that chilled me to the
bone.  "I know where you live, Phillip Prewitt.  And I know
your mother.  I wonder what she'd think if I told her what
you were doing?"

I remember looking for Phillip and seeing an expression of
fear lock on his face.  I suddenly remembered what Jennifer
said about tormenting her little brother and I wondered how
much of that was true.  Turning toward Juanita, I was
rewarded with a mischievous wink.

"You ... you're not going to tell ... on me ... are you?"
the panicked boy asked.

Juanita raised an eyebrow and shrugged.  "Give me one good
reason why not."

The frightened boy made an ugly face.  "I didn't do anything
wrong.  I ... we ... we were just playing around."

"Personally, I think young Mr. Prewitt is going to be in
trouble," my stepmother said to me.  "Now, pick up your
dollies and that silly car and let's go home."

As I knelt down and gathered up my stuff, I could see my
tormentors watching me like a flock of buzzards.  I knew I
must have looked so stupid, so ... sissyish ... so girlie
... no wonder they kept staring at me!  I dreaded standing
up 'cause I knew they'd be able to see my bare butt again.

"Come on, guys!  Let's get out of here!" one of the older
boys called out. "You don't want to end up like that little
faggot Brandon Miller!  Let's roll!"

"See you later, fairy boy!" some of the boys hollered as
they rode away.  "Don't bother looking for us ... We'll be
waiting for you!"

Phillip waited until the other boys got a head start.  He
looked at me, then the car in my arms.  "I want that back,"
he said.  He looked tough but his voice trembled.  A lot
like mine, come to think of it.

"C'mon, Phillip!" one of the other boys yelled.  "You don't
want to get fairy cooties from the faggot!"

I felt my eyes burn with tears as my former friend gave his
beloved car a final look and then took off on his bike.  I
closed my eyes and wondered how all this had happened.  As I
caught my breath I heard the echo of mischievous, boyish
laughter fade away in the distance.  I hoped they all burned
in hell, I was so mad!  I also hoped Jennifer found out what
her little brother did to me ... and I ... and I ... I hoped
she did worse to him!!!

As I trailed behind my stepmother and followed her into the
house, I wondered if I would ever be able to look any of
those guys in the eye again.  I looked down at my girlish
gown and my naked penis and legs and I shook my head. 
Probably not, considering how stupid I looked.  I glanced up
at my guardian.  It suddenly occurred to me that she never
fussed at them for teasing me or tormenting me.  Only for
not being safe with their little toy guns.

I thought about Phillip again and I pondered what all his
sister had said.  If any of it was true, then could I blame
him for teasing me?  I mean, wouldn't I have done the same
thing if I had the chance?  I suddenly felt my face burn and
I had a surge of the guilts.  I looked down at my shameful
attire and sighed.

Once we were inside Juanita led me into the living room
where she took a seat on the sofa and directed me to put all
my things on the coffee table.  She then pulled me into her
arms and guided my tear-stained face between her soft, warm
breasts.  To my surprise, I felt safe there and I couldn't
help but cry my heart out.  I was beaten, worn and shamed by
all that had happened to me that evening.  My bottom hurt
and my feelings were hurt and all I wanted to do was lay
down and die.  What I really needed was a soft place to
fall.  To my relief, my stepmother leaned down and she
kissed me on the mouth and hugged me and assured me that
things would be all right in the morning.

"Poor little Brandon," Juanita kept saying, over and over
again.  "Let Mother take care of her poor, misunderstood
little boy."

It took me a little while, but I finally stopped crying and
calmed down.  I wanted to go hide somewhere -- in a closet
somewhere, preferably with the door locked -- but my
stepmother was restless and insisted that I entertain her
for a while longer.

"I'll make a deal with you," she said with a mischievous
smile.  "If you'll play along and be my pretty little boy
for the rest of the night, I won't make you sleep on the
floor.  You can sleep in a real bed.  How's that sound?"

I thought for a moment.  Of course I wanted to sleep in a
real bed.  Preferably my own bed.  I was just suspicious as
to what it was going to cost me.

"What do I have to do?"

My stepmother grinned.  "Oh, nothing, really.  Just be
pleasant and pretty and stop being so grouchy.  If you'll be
nice and cooperate, things will go so much better for you. 
I've been saying this ever since your father went on his
business trip, but you just won't listen.  That's why you
keep getting in so much trouble.  Just calm down, do as I
say and have some fun and everything will work itself out."

I thought some more about what was being said.  A quick
glance down at my pudgy, eleven year old boy body, half-
naked under that stupid girlie gown was enough.  Have fun? 
Looking like this?  I closed my eyes and thought for a
second.

"I'll do it," I said with a sigh.

"That's my pretty boy," my stepmother said warmly.

"Playing along" was pretty embarrassing, but not nearly as
bad as it could have been.  First Juanita had me pick out a
pair of Barbies and she made me stand there before her, a
doll in each hand, while she carried on about how cute and
girlie I looked.

"Really, Brandon, it is a sin how pretty you are!  With your
curly hair and that pretty gown and those dolls ... I really
ought to get my camera and take a few photos."  She grinned
her cruelest grin as she dug through her purse.  "Nobody
will believe how pretty you look without pictures, you
know."

"Juanita, no!  No pictures, please ...?"  The thought of a
snapshot of me in that ridiculous situation showing up in
the hands of my enemies -- or my friends! --absolutely
terrified me.

"Oh, stop crying.  Do you want to sleep on the floor again?"

And so I stood there like an idiot while my stepmother
snapped away with her camera.  The little flash was
disorienting, but no more than the idea of posing in
lipstick and makeup and with my bare butt hanging out.  I
saw the pictures later and was relieved that most of them
didn't show my naked bottom.  As a matter of fact, they
looked an awful lot like photos of one of those little girls
who enter those pageants Marlene and Jennifer were talking
about.  In a couple you could see some of my bare butt.  I
wondered if the clerks at the drug store noticed it was me.

The next thing my stepmother did was make me dance around
the living room, waving my Barbies around and singing the
most ridiculous song she could come up with.  She made a
game of making up the words, like she was trying to think of
the silliest, sissiest things in the world for me to say. 
As long as I'll live, I'll never forget that stupid song:

"I'm my mama's pretty boy,
I love to play with girlie toys!
Am I pret-tee?
Am I pret-tee?

I'm a little sissy, that's no lie,
Pinch me hard and watch me cry!
Am I pret-tee?
Am I pret-tee?

Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah,
Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah.
Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?"

"That's not good enough, my pretty!" Juanita snapped,
clapping her hands like a ballet teacher.  "Up on your
tiptoes, spin around and smile, darling.  You're supposed to
be having fun, remember?"

Some fun.  I must have sung that silly song half a dozen
times, dancing and skipping around the living room like some
prissy little five year old girl with my Barbie dolls in my
hands. I know I looked just ridiculous with no pants on
under that stupid short gown, my stupid penis and balls
bouncing up and down as I danced.

FLASH!!!

I hated her taking pictures of me doing something so stupid. 
I especially hated singing the "lah-lah-lah" part, but I was
so tired of getting my butt beat and having to sleep on the
stupid floor, I figured this was the lesser punishment.  As
ashamed I was of putting on that sissy show, I prayed this
would make things a little easier for me in the long run. 
It seemed to be working.  Reclining on the sofa like the
queen of the world, Juanita smiled and sipped on a drink as
I danced before her.   I was relieved that she seemed to be
very, very happy.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked at one point, breathless
and sweaty from my exertions.  "Didn't I do a good job?  Can
I stop now?"

A wicked smile spread over my stepmother's lips.  "Hmmm, I
don't know ... maybe you ought to do it a few more times. 
Don't stop until I tell you.  Otherwise, you'll have to
start all over again."

I wanted to tell her to go to hell, but instead I just
sighed and stomped over to the center of the room.

"Uh-uh!  No pouty faces!  I was to see nothing but smiles."

Nodding my head, I quickly forced my somber expression into
the brightest, happiest smile I could muster.  I took a deep
breath and began my silly dance routine once more ....

"I'm my mama's pretty boy,
I love to play with girlie toys!
Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?"

How do I get in these situations, I wondered in despair.

After a while I remember pausing to take a breath and
watching my stepmother look up from her fashion magazine and
smile.  "Now see, isn't this fun?  Don't you like singing
and dancing for your ugly old stepmother?"

Not knowing what else to do, I nodded my head.

Juanita smiled a wicked smile.  "That's what I thought.  I
really wish your father could see you now.  He would be so
proud of his big strong son.  Or maybe you'd prefer I keep
this our little secret?"

I shrugged my shoulders and tried not to cry.

"I don't know.  You're not going to tell him, are you?"

Turning the page of her magazine, Juanita shrugged her
shoulders.  "I don't know, either.  It depends on what a
good boy you are the rest of time he's gone.  We'll see."

Sniffing back a tear, I resumed my shameful song.

"I'm a sissy, that's no lie,
Pinch me hard and watch me cry!
Am I pret-ty?
Am I pret-ty?"

I probably only had to dance and sing for twenty minutes or
a half hour at the most, but it seemed like hours to me.  At
long last my stepmother got off the sofa and took me by the
hand.

"Okay, pretty boy, that's enough fun for now," she said. 
"Come on with me and let's get ready for bed."

Singing that stupid song along with me, she led me upstairs
to her bathroom where she produced a warm, wet washcloth, a
jar of cold cream and a bottle of fingernail polish remover.

Following her instructions, I stood silently as she lifted
that silly gown over my head, leaving me stark naked once
more.  I then fought for ten minutes with those stupid
shoes, trying to get the stupid buckles undone.  Frustrated
and crying, I finally gave up.

"Do I have to do everything for you?" my stepmother said. 
With a flick of her fingertips she had the buckles open and
my shoes and socks off.  I felt so stupid.

Juanita undid the clips and clamps in my curly hair, humming
to herself in the process.  It actually felt good when my
hair fell around my face and ears.  I wished it was long
enough to hide behind, but that wasn't about to happen.

My stepmother then scrubbed my face, first with the cold
cream, then with the warm cloth, removing my girlish
makeover.  While she soaped up the washcloth to scrub me
down from head to toe, I remember looking in the mirror and
seeing a sad faced little boy looking back at me.  I winced
as I noticed he was as naked as I was.

Juanita ran the soapy cloth all over my body, her attention
to detail as thorough as it was embarrassing.  I shivered in
the cool air-conditioning as she rinsed the cloth and soaked
it with warm water.  The sensation of the warm cloth felt
heavenly, even when it ran over my embarrassing parts.  I
was ashamed when I realized I was smiling and I was
mortified when I realized my stepmother had seen my smile.

The sharp smell of the nail polish remover suddenly hit my
nostrils, waking me up and sending a cold chill over my
naked body.  I watched with fascination as Juanita wiped
away two layers of girlish paint from my fingers and toes. 
While she worked, she hummed a soft song and patted my bare
bottom, just like I was a little baby.

"Now, isn't this nice?  Don't you like playing dressup with
your mean old your stepmother?  I bet you like getting a
bath even more."

As I nodded I felt myself being pulled into her arms.  She
pressed my head against her chest, smearing my tear-stained
face between her perfect breasts while the air-conditioned
breeze tickled my bare bottom and legs.  I was finally safe,
and for now I could just curl up in her arms and let her
rock me to sleep ....

Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah,
Lah lah-lah, lah-lah, lah lah.
You're so pret- tee.
You're so pret- tee."


Chapter Fourteen:  Mother's Precious Darling


The next morning I awoke in the unlikeliest of all places,
my stepmother's bed!  I remember blinking with confusion as
the bright, late morning sunlight filled the room.  In spite
of my bewilderment I savored the soft, warm, perfumed sheets
against my naked body.  I was curiously aroused as I
realized how much they smelled like my father's beautiful
young wife.  I blushed as I thought of her in the bed next
to me and I couldn't help but smile at the idea.  Needless
to say, the touch of those sheets was heaven in contrast to
that awful itchy woolen blanket that had been my prison the
past couple of days.  Grinning to myself, I buried myself
under the covers in hopes that I could hide there forever. 
I was so excited, so happy in my little nest, I just
couldn't stand myself!

It wasn't but a few minutes later when my stepmother
appeared out of nowhere to ruin everything.

"Time to get up, sleepyhead!  We've got places to go and
people to see and you've already slept most of the day away! 
Up and at'em, pretty boy!"

Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I sat up and put my feet on the
floor.  Juanita reached down and pulled the covers off me,
the cold chill of the air conditioning raising goosebumps on
my bare skin. It was only then that I realized that I was
completely naked once more, which was both a blessing and a
curse.  I was secretly thrilled that I didn't have to wear
that stupid girl's gown any longer!  I mean, you cannot
imagine my delight at having gotten rid of that ridiculous
garment!  Of course, I still had on that silly butterfly
pendant I got from Mrs. Taylor.            I made a face as
I stare at the stupid thing.  Oh, how I hated looking
anything like a girl!  At the same time, I was more than a
little worried that I might find myself spending another day
in my birthday suit.  I tried to remember the last time I
wore a pair of pants and it seemed so long ago.

Then again, I thought to myself, if all I gotta do is run
around bare butt in front of Juanita and her stupid friends,
then I guess I can put up with it.   I just hoped she
wouldn't make me do anything embarrassing again ... or give
me another whipping.  I shuddered at the thought of another
beating from my stepmother.  I would do anything -- even
dance around like a sissy faggot! -- to keep her from
hitting me again!

I was awakened from my thoughts by my stepmother.  "Oh,
Brandon, darling, you look so sweet, sitting there in your
curly hair and your little butterfly necklace and your
birthday suit.  I know you don't like hearing this, honey,
but you really do look just like a little girl.  If it
wasn't for that little thing between your legs, nobody would
know the difference."

Blushing furiously, I shook my head and hung my head. 
Juanita let loose a lilting, musical laugh and took me by
the hand and pulled me from her bed.

"Aw, you poor little thing," she said as I stood quietly
before her.  "You're so cute when you pout, do you know
that?  Don't worry about looking like such a sissy in front
of my friends, sweetheart.  They all just love how prissy
you act whenever you're around them.  Mrs. Taylor
especially.  That's a good thing.  Just remember what fun we
had last night.  Keep that up and you'll have a great, fun-
filled summer with your ugly old stepmother.  You'll see, I
promise."

I thought about how dumb I must have looked, skipping and
dancing around with those stupid Barbie dolls in my hands. 
Yuck!  And that idiotic song she made me sing?  Holy shit! 
The things I did to keep from getting in trouble!

Leading me downstairs by the hand like a little child, my
stepmother chitchatted about all she'd done while I was
sleeping, which was mostly sunbathing and reading her stupid
fashion magazines and chitchatting on the phone with her
friends.  I only paid slight attention to her words as I was
in awe of what she was wearing: a very flattering and
elegant white silk nightgown.  The sheer material showed off
her long, smooth legs and shapely bottom while the loose,
low cut top emphasized the perfection of her womanly
breasts.  I blushed at the mere hint of a tingle at the tip
of my exposed penis.  She shot a knowing look directly at
me, her eyes glancing down between my legs and then back up
again.

"We're going to have to do something about that," she said
ominously.  "Maybe after breakfast."

While I stood there staring at how beautiful she was,
Juanita fixed my breakfast, which only took a few seconds. 
I was torn between shame and delight when she once again
presented me with that stupid baby bottle filled with
chocolate milk.  Was she trying on purpose to make me feel
stupid?

"I know how much you like your little chocolate treat," she
said in a sing-song voice, "so I thought you might enjoy a
little bit before we run our errands."

"Errands?" I asked hoarsely as I took the cool plastic
bottle in my hands.

Juanita smirked a most childish smirk and pat me on the
head.  "Oh, sure.  Didn't I mention that?  I have some
shopping to do and so we're going to the mall this morning. 
We might even have lunch at that restaurant you and your
father like so much.  You know, the one that has all those
pretty young girls waiting on you?"

My mouth went dry and I struggled to speak.  The mall ...? 
That restaurant ... with those college girls ...?  In my ...
my birthday suit???

"I ... I can't ... you ... you're not going to make me go
... go out ... in public ... like this ... are you, Juanita? 
Do I have to stay naked?"

The smile on my guardian's face was as pretty as it was
bright.  "I don't see why not.  You've been going bare butt
naked for most of this week.  Why would you want to change
now?"

I was so angry, so frustrated, I had trouble finding the
right words to say.  Sure, I'd been naked all week, but it
wasn't my fault!  My stepmother was making it sound like
running around in the nude was all my idea and that just
wasn't true!  I was the victim of a conspiracy, not some
pervert!  Surely she didn't think she was going to get away
with this!

"Juanita, I don't wanna go out in public naked!  I don't
want people seeing me like this!"  I thought about that
restaurant with all those pretty girls in their short skirts
and tight t-shirts and I imagined myself surrounded by
girlish giggles and pointing fingers.   Talk about being
terrified!

"Please, Juanita, I'll do anything!  Just don't make me do
that!"

My stepmother took a drag from her cigarette and put it out
in her ashtray.   "Well, maybe.  We'll see.  Now, while
you're working on your bottle, let's see how our little
tushie is doing.  We don't want our pretty bottom dirty, do
we?"

I just shrugged my shoulders and started sucking on my
bottle of chocolate milk.  My stomach was upset at the
thought of going to the mall in my birthday suit, but when
in doubt, do as you're told and keep quiet, right?

Juanita hummed a pretty tune as she took a seat at the
kitchen table and hiked her gown up to her lap, exposing her
long, gorgeous legs and more than a glimpse of the curly
hair between her legs.  While I was distracted by that
little show, she suddenly grabbed my arm and spun me around
and made me bend over her lap.  I gasped with shock as my
penis and balls were caught between her powerful thighs.

"Lie still and you won't get hurt, babydoll," she warned
with a syrupy sweet sounding voice.

Glancing over my shoulder I watched in amazed horror as my
stepmother then spread my cheeks with her hands, exposing my
butthole to her amused gaze. I felt so stupid and so
helpless as she put the middle finger of her left hand
between her lips and ran her tongue over it.  She then
leaned her head over my bare butt and -- to my horror and
disgust! -- she actually spit a considerable amount of
saliva right onto my anus!

"Yuck!  Juanita, that's nasty!" I whined pathetically as I
felt the warm wetness settle against my poor butthole. 
"What are you doing to me!!???"

My stepmother grinned.  "I'm going to check your little
tushie.  A little mom-spit will keep it from hurting, silly
boy."

The next thing I knew, she reached down with that her slimy
wet finger and proceeded to poke it in the web crack between
my buttcheeks!  I tried not to squirm, but the shock of what
she'd just done caught me off guard and I found it hard not
to wriggle about wildly.

"Juanita-a-a-a-a-a!!!" I cried.

"Tickles, doesn't it?" my stepmother said warmly.  "I bet
you're just loving all this attention.  And who can blame
you ... what little boy doesn't just dream about having all
this fun with a pretty woman?"

I didn't say much as my stepmother gave my rectum a very
thorough examination.  Her finger was very active and
burrowed inside me like a curious animal, causing me to
squirm around and whimper quite a lot.  Occasionally there
would be a bit of pain, but all in all it was a shamefully
pleasant experience for me.

By this time I'd developed a huge erection -- well, huge for
me -- one that was difficult to ignore as it pressed hard
against my stepmother's bare legs.  Thank goodness Juanita
wasn't angry with me this time.  As a matter of fact, she
seemed to ignore it in favor of playing with my bare bottom. 
Although I'd been touched and examined like that several
times in the past several days, it was still a harrowing
experience for me and I was not sure how I was expected to
act.

"You know I love you, don't you, my pretty boy?" Juanita
cooed as I laid before her and cooed and sucked my bottle. 
"You know you're my precious babydoll, don't you?"

I remember nodding my head without argument.  My cheeks
flushed with shame, I watched as she resumed her examination
of my body, her hands spreading my cheeks even further
apart.  At this point the finger in my bottom was quiet and
still, but firmly attached in place.  And for some reason I
thought it felt, well, kinda nice.

"Brandon, darling, I want you to do me a personal favor,"
Juanita said as she caressed my tingling bottom.  "I want
you to start calling me 'Mother.'  Can you do that?  I mean,
I am your stepmother, after all, so it's all right if you do
that."

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled the rubber nipple from
between my lips.  "But, I ... um ... but I already got a
mom."  It was hard talking with my face laying upside down
like that, but somehow I managed.

My stepmother smiled at me and nodded.  All of a sudden, she
clenched her legs together, trapping my erection in between. 
At the same time the finger in my butt came alive and
resumed its curious tour deeper and deeper into my poor
rectum.  I couldn't help but make that silly cooing sound,
just like a helpless little bird.

"That's right, sweetie.  You do have a mama ... plus a
stepmother, both of whom love you very, very much."  She
licked her shiny lips and smiled.  "When you're home with
your ... other mama, you call her, what, 'Mom,' right?"

By this time that stupid finger was so far up inside me, I
thought it was going to come out my mouth.  I resisted the
urge to squirm and nodded without missing a suck on my
bottle.  What else could I do?

"Good.  That's perfect.  So, when you're here, you can call
me 'Mother.'  That way you have both a 'Mom' and a 'Mother'
no matter where you go.  Isn't that just perfect?  And won't
calling me 'Mother' be so much better than calling me
'Juanita'?  Won't that be a lot nicer?"

I shrugged my shoulders.  "I guess so," I whispered.

Juanita smiled and nodded.  The unorthodox massaging action
in my bottom increased and as it did, I could feel her legs
rubbing the smooth, hairless skin at the base of my trapped
penis.  If my face wasn't already red, it surely was now.

"That's my pretty boy.  So, let's try it.  Say something
nice like, 'Thank you for my breakfast, Mother.'  Go ahead,
say it."

I did as I was told.  It felt kind of funny, especially
considering where her hands were, but I said it anyway.

"Thank you for breakfast ... Mother."

"Now say, 'Thank you for checking my bottom, Mother.'  Go
on, nice and loud."

I pulled the baby bottle from my lips and I did as she
instructed.  "Thanks for checking ... checking my bottom,
Mother."

"You're welcome, babydoll," she said, her voice as warm as
butter.  She suddenly pulled her finger from my butt and
wiped it on a napkin.  I felt strangely disappointed in the
absent sensation between my cheeks.  "Now, let's get down
and have a little talk."

Still sucking that stupid bottle, I followed my stepmother's
lead as she had me slide off her legs and then turn to stand
facing her.  I gasped with surprise as her fingers encircled
my bald penis and gave a playful tug.  I glanced up to see
her face beaming with joy.  I gasped once more, then fought
to keep from squealing out loud with boyish pleasure.  Was
she going to ... to ... to jack me off?

Juanita suddenly leaned in close.  I closed my eyes in
anticipation of the kiss she was about to give me.  Instead,
imagine my despair when her fingers abandoned my genitals
and left me with a tingling erection and unfulfilled
expectations.

"I think it is so interesting that every time I play with
your butt you get a little stiffie.  I wonder what Mrs.
Taylor and Bridget would think if they saw their pretty
little Brandy like this?  I bet that cute little Marie and
her girlfriends would find it interesting, too.  And maybe
one of your little boyfriends?  What if Mrs. Taylor and I
found a pretty little boy to do this with you?  Or maybe do
it to you?  Now, wouldn't that be fun?"

"No-o-o-o ...." I whined softly.  I thought about Mrs.
Taylor's constant references to getting me a special
playmate.  Is that what she was thinking about?

"Oh, don't you lie to me, Brandon Miller.  You'd love having
a pretty little boy play with your pretty bottom and you
know it!  First it was my finger and then it was an enema
nozzle. I bet you'd just love a cute little dick deep inside
you."  I followed her eyes as she looked down at my erect
penis, the tip of which she held lightly in between her
bright red fingernails.  "I can hardly wait to get you a
little boyfriend to do that with you!  You're just going to
love it!"

"No-o-o-o, Juanita, that's nasty ...." I sobbed.

My stepmother corrected me with a gentle smack against my
poor penis.  "Now, what did I ask you to call me?  You're
supposed to say, 'No, Mother, that's nasty,' not 'Juanita.'" 
A throaty laugh caused me to turn red with confusion and
shame.

Hearing all of those awful, homoerotic scenarios didn't do
much to slow my body's reaction, unfortunately.  Just the
thought of a boy touching me in the ways my stepmother
described caused my heart to race frantically.  My breathing
was likewise strained and I thought for a moment I was going
to have an asthma attack.  The added idea that Marie or
someone else might see me being touched by another boy in
such way, well, it almost caused me to lose whatever control
I thought I had.

"Well, that's enough of that," she announced.  I looked from
my raging erection to her smiling face.  "You really enjoyed
that didn't you?  You actually liked your pretty mother
playing with your pretty bottom?  Didn't you?  I said,
didn't you?!"

I nodded my head.  "Yes, ma'am," I replied shamefully.

"You liked what I had to say about getting another little
boy to play with your bottom, too.  Isn't that right?"  I
shrugged my shoulders.  "So bashful and so cute.  It's all
right to play with your pretty bottom, you know.  Mothers
enjoy playing with their pretty boys their pretty bottoms. 
Just wait until you get another boy to join in your little
game.  Like I said before, you'll have so much fun, you
won't be able to stand it!"

Talk about getting mixed signals!  I was frightened to death
as Juanita pulled me in close.  I thought for sure she was
going to slap my face.  Instead, she pressed my face against
her breasts and hugged me like she'd never hugged me before. 
 Relief replaced fear and I snuggled up to my hated
stepmother and felt a wave of love like I'd never felt.

After a few moments had passed, she shifted around and
whispered, "Here, little darling, have a little dessert to
go with your breakfast."

I opened my eyes just in time to see her immaculately
manicured hand pull loose one perfect breast from the folds
of her white nightgown.  Just mere inches from my nose, the
pinkish brown nipple stared at me like a living, conscious
being.

I shot a guilty look up at my stepmother's smiling face. 
"Go on, Brandon.  You know you want to do it.  Suck Mother's
titty.  It's not as filling as chocolate milk, but it's more
fun"

Bouncing back from the shame of having my bottom poked and
prodded, I was now in titty heaven!  Feigned reluctance lost
out to curiosity and desire, I moved my face closer to the
proffered nipple, so close my nose rubbed against it. 
Glancing up once more and getting a wink of approval, I then
took the delicate flesh in between my lips and teeth and I
proceeded to suck away much like I'd done a few minutes
before with my baby bottle.

Juanita was apparently happy with what I was doing.  "That's
a good boy.  Suck Mother's titty all you want.  Poor little
boy ... so naked, so helpless and so pretty."

Not knowing what else to do, I sniffed back a tear, nodded
my head and made a "mmmmph" sound.

I could have done that all day.  Heck, I could have done it
for the rest of my life.  And I think Juanita knew this. 
With something as simple as putting my eleven year old boy
mouth against her perfect nipple, she had created a bond
that transcended anything that before had happened between
us.  With my lips wrapped around that precious tip of pink
flesh, I forgave her for all the whippings and the scoldings
and the face-slapping and all the embarrassing situations
she put me through.  I gladly forgave all those things and I
would forgive many more, all for the feeling that swept over
my as I sucked her nipple.  Funny, I felt closer to my
stepmother right then and there, more than I had ever felt
with my own mother in my entire young life.

"That's enough for now."  My stepmother gently pushed me
away and she looked at me with a raised eyebrow.  "Before we
do anything else, we'd better give you another enema, just
in case.  I'm sure Marlene did a good job yesterday, but it
won't hurt to make sure.  Is that okay with you?"

I felt my eyes water up.  I really didn't want to go through
all that again, not now.  I didn't know what to do, so I
just started crying.

"Good," Juanita said with a smile.  "That's what I thought."

"Please," I whispered softly, "Do we have to?  My bottom is
so sore from doing that so many times yesterday.  Don't make
me do it again.  Please?"

My stepmother raised both eyebrows and stared at me.  "Oh,
really?  So you're telling me that you're not dirty inside? 
You think you can go all day without making a mess on my car
seats, or on Mrs. Taylor's nice furniture?  Can you
guarantee that you won't embarrass us in public?  Do you
promise?"

I nodded my head desperately.  "M-muh ... M-M-Marlene ...
made me get my bottom washed almost all day yesterday while
you were gone.  She and that other girl.  I spent most of my
time either getting my butt poked or else I was sitting on
the pot."

"Poor baby," my stepmother said with a grin.  "It must have
been just so awful for you, you poor little thing, you."

I licked my lips.  Why did I feel so stupid talking about
this stuff?

"And ... a-a-and she did it again at suppertime, too.  Just
ask her!  My ... my b-b-bottom is clean, Juanita, inside and
out!  I promise!"

My stepmother gave me a sinister look.  "What did you just
call me?"

I thought for a second, then winced.  "I'm sorry ... Mother. 
Please, Mother ... please don't give me another enema.  I'll
never make another mess again.  I promise ... Mother, I
really do!"

Juanita gave me a little hug and patted me on the butt.  I
thought for a second I thought I'd done it.  I actually
thought I was going to get away with it!  But then she
started talking again.

"Well, maybe.  Then again, maybe not.  I think we need to do
this just one more time.  Just to make sure," she said
cheerfully.  "Then maybe we'll take a break and see if you
can keep your bottom good and clean.  How does that sound?"

"I don't really wanna ...." I sobbed.  "My bottom is too
sore ...."

I was not at all pleased as I followed Juanita upstairs to
the bathroom.  I felt a huge weight of dread press down on
my stomach as she retrieved the huge red rubber douche bag
from the cabinet.  Dread turned to panic as she selected the
largest nozzle in her collection.  Made of black shiny
rubber, it was almost as large as, well, as a man's dick. 
To make things even worse, I remember at the time thinking
that the only adult man's dick I'd ever seen was my
father's.

The expression on my face must have been pretty funny,
because my guardian could not stop grinning.

"I wish you could see the look on your face," Juanita said
with a chuckle.  "You look like you're scared out of your
wits."

I shrugged my shoulders ... again.  "I guess I am ... a
little," I replied sadly.  I wiped my tears on my arm, which
didn't do much good.

My stepmother smiled at me.  "Don't give me that, Brandon
Miller!  I've been watching you very closely the past few
days and I know better than that!  You act all prim and
proper and cry like a little scaredy-cat whenever it suits
you, but I see through your little scam.  I see you smiling
and grinning behind my back.  You little fibber, you really
do love all the attention you've been getting, don't you?"

What the heck was she talking about?  I didn't like any of
this stuff and I told her so right then and there!

"I, um ... I don't like being naked or getting my butt
washed or having to wear lipstick.  Honest.  This hasn't
been very much fun for me, I promise!"

Juanita rolled her eyes as she dipped her finger in a jar of
petroleum jelly.  "Oh, sure.  Like the other day when you
were with Marie and those other girls.  You pretended to cry
and get all embarrassed, but you had a great time running
around naked with them.  Didn't you?  You even tried to get
them naked, too, didn't you!!!"

I tried to clear my throat as I watched my stepmother waved
the enema nozzle in front of my face.  "Um, that's not what
exactly ...." I said hoarsely.

"That's exactly what happened!  I was there, remember?  And
then yesterday, when Marlene and Jennifer babysat you ...
you were all shy and cute when I left, but when I got home
you'd talked them into playing 'dress up' and tricked your
way into being their life-sized Barbie doll.  I know what
you're doing.  Anything to get the attention of a pretty
girl ... am I right?"

"Juanita ...."

WHAPPP!!!

I cried as I nursed the sore spot on my head where she'd hit
me with that stupid nozzle.

"I thought we had a deal.  I thought you weren't going to
call me that anymore.  I thought you were going to call me
'Mother.'"

CRACK!!!

I sobbed like a baby as I nursed a second sore spot on top
of my head.  That darned nozzle felt like steel!  I didn't
know which end was going to suffer the most because of it,
my poor, naked butt or my aching noggin!

My stepmother shook her head.  "Well, anyway, I have to hand
it to you, playing with your butt certainly has been fun,"
she said, waving the hard rubber nozzle in my face once more
and tapping me square on the nose with it.  I felt ill as I
thought about where the huge ugly thing had been.  "You put
on the cutest little act I've ever seen, the way you purr
and pout and act all prissy. You'd think I'd have better
things to do than spend my morning giving you an enema, but
if you like having somebody play with your butt, and if
that's what makes you happy, then who am I to deprive you of
a little fun?"

I was aghast at what I just heard!  To hear my stepmother
tell it, everything that was happening to me -- everything
bad that had happened to me for the past few days, in fact!
-- was all my fault!!!  According to what she said, that is. 
I couldn't believe my ears ... did she really think I
actually LIKED running around in my birthday suit or getting
my butt poked or wearing lipstick and playing with dolls?

WHAT THE HECK WAS HAPPENING TO ME???

The next thing I knew, I was down on my knees -- again! --
my bare butt up in the air, my puckered sphincter smeared
with petroleum jelly and my face buried in a rolled up
towel.  I gasped for air as that thick black nozzle pressed
against my tender skin once ... twice ... three times, until
my sphincter gave in and opened up.

"Please, Juani- ... Mother," I whispered.  "It's too big
...."

My stepmother's voice was calm and soothing.  "Oh, I don't
think so.  Your little pussy can take this just fine.  You'd
be surprised what can fit up in there."

The use of the word "pussy" burned deep into my psyche.  I
shivered with shame as the rubber phallus slid effortlessly
into my rectum, slowly spreading my anus wide apart and
reaching deep, deep into my bowels.

Breathless and trapped between panic and pain, I was just
about to cry out ...

... when the phone rang.

"Oh, that's probably your father!" Juanita enthused,
suddenly stopping the task at hand and standing up straight. 
"Stay right there ... I'll be right back!"

Curled up like a frightened puppy in the middle of my
stepmother's bathroom, I thought silently about where she
thought I might go.  Stuck with that giant nozzle wedged up
my bare butt, it wasn't like I could just get up and run
away.

"Oh, hello darling.  It's you!" Juanita gushed as she
stepped back into the bathroom.  Behind her the longest
phone cord in the world trailed back to the master bedroom. 
"Oh, we're doing just fine.  How is everything going?"

I felt myself blushing all over.  It was my father, all
right, calling from his job site nearly a thousand miles
away.  I was so ashamed.

I kept quiet as my stepmother chatted on the phone.  I felt
so stupid, kneeling there like that nude and impaled by that
awful nozzle.  Knowing that she was talking with my dad made
my circumstances seem even more bizarre, as if I was a
little baby.  It felt really strange as she reached down and
touched my naked waist and gave me a maternal pat.  I tried
to pull away, but she held me tight, patting me playfully on
my bare butt as she kept talking.

"Don't run off," she whispered.  "I'm sure your daddy will
want to talk to you."

I nodded.  I wanted to say, "Heck no!  I wanna go home to my
mama!" But like I said before, where was I going to go?

"Oh, yes, Brandon is right here," she said into the
mouthpiece.  "He's dying to speak to you, but I said I got
you first."  There was a pause.  My stepmother made a soft,
seductive cooing sound and laughed.  "I cannot believe you
said that!  You are so bad!"

Juanita took her time talking and laughing on the phone with
my father as I struggled helplessly to remain in that
humiliating position.  She knew exactly the effect her
little game was having on me.  Imagine an eleven year old
boy kneeling on the floor with his head buried in a bath
towel and his naked white bottom up in the air with a hose
sticking out.

Boy, oh, boy, I was one miserable sixth grader!

After a few minutes, my stepmother decided to continue with
my enema while she chit-chatted with my dad.

"We may as well get this over with while your daddy is on
the phone," she whispered.  "What he doesn't know won't hurt
him."

"Holy cow!" I thought to myself as I felt the hard rubber
nozzle shifting around inside me.  To my surprise, my bottom
muscles relaxed a moment and somehow accommodated the huge
phallus.  "Oh my gosh ... I can't believe this is happening
to me!"

Juanita continued to talk to my father while at the same
time working the nozzle in and out of my bottom.  She even
made sure to turn it from side to side quickly enough to
make my butt jiggle a bit, causing my eyes to widen in
disbelief as my sphincter sent a thrilling jolt through my
body.  She pretended to laugh at one of my dad's lame jokes,
but her real amusement came from the situation she had
created for me, no doubt.

After a few minutes of playful poking, my stepmother
whispered "Of course I miss you, sweetheart.  You know I
do."

The pretty woman glanced toward me and laughed.  "Oh, you,"
she said into the mouthpiece, "Stop it, you.  You're bad."

"Oh, gosh," I whispered as my penis suddenly twitched.  "I'm
sticking out!"

I really couldn't help it.  I mean, come on, I was only
eleven years old, for pity's sake!  The very sensation of my
stepmother poking and prodding inside my bottom caused my
stiff penis to bounce and dance about with joy.  My first
thought was to cover my raging erection with my hands, but
under her watchful eyes I didn't dare.  That, plus being on
my hands and knees it was nearly impossible.  There was
nothing I could do except let it show.  And bounce.

"Oh, gosh, ohgoshohgoshohgosh ....."

To make matters worse, it was now my turn on the phone.

"Oh, sure, he's right here.  No, really, no problems at all. 
Absolutely.  I promise.  In fact, he's been rather sweet
ever since you left."  Juanita winked at me.  "Yes, very
helpful.  He even helps me entertain my friends.  I know ...
it seemed like a miracle, all right, but it's true.  We're
getting along wonderfully.  Here, ask him yourself ... I
know he's just dying to talk to you."

Rolling over on my side, I tried to relax as I took the
phone in my hand.  I remember watching as Juanita
immediately began fiddling with the douche bag, filling it
with hot soapy water.  I barely heard a word my father was
saying, I was so distracted by the sound of the rubber bag
being filled.

"Your daddy wants to know all about your week so far," my
stepmother whispered.  "Don't leave anything out."

My mouth felt dry as sand as I put the phone to my ear.

"Hello, sport?  Are you listening to me?," the voice on the
other end of the line said.  "I asked you how's it going?"

"Fine."  I couldn't help but notice how weird it felt to be
talking with my father at the same time I had a rubber dick
up my butt.  Needless to say, I felt guilty and ashamed.

"Great.  You're not giving Juanita a hard time are you? 
You'd  better not."

"No, sir.  We're getting along pretty good." My voice was
hoarse with embarrassment.

"That's what your stepmom said.  That's good, buddy ...
really good.  Whatever it is you're doing, I hope you keep
it up.  I know a month is a long time.  I don't want any bad
reports on you.  You're not too big to get another ass-
whipping."

I tried to look away from my stepmother as she worked to
prepare my enema.  The smile on her face was both beautiful
and frightening.  She seemed to be really enjoying her work.

"No, sir.  I mean, yes, sir."

At long last my stepmother sat down on the toilet.  She made
sure the nozzle way up inside my bowels and then released a
trickle of soapy water into my bottom.

"Oh, my gosh!" I exclaimed.

"What's that?" my dad asked.  "What are you doing?  You're
not watching cartoons while you're talking on the phone, are
you?"

"Um, no, sir," I replied weakly.

"Well, you better not be!" he said abruptly.

I blinked as Juanita reached around my waist and began
rubbing my bare belly more vigorously.  For some reason she
seemed to be in an exceptionally playful mood.  I gasped in
surprise as a bold finger tickled my bald pubic mound and I
almost died when an errant hand rubbed over my erection.  I
felt faint as my penis twitched again.  I was sure it was
still sticking out, but I didn't dare look down at it, I was
so ashamed.

Omigosh! I thought.  She's jacking me off!

I tried to squirm my way out of the predicament, but my
stepmother held me down.  Despite my shame and confusion,
she forced me to take in the entire bag of soapy water as I
tried to talk on the phone with my father.  I can't tell you
how weird it was to hear his voice in my ear as I
experienced so much shameful, degrading pleasure.

"Hello? Brandon?" crackled the voice over the phone.  "Pay
attention, son!  I'm talking to you!"

"Um, sorry ... We're, um, getting along great, sir.  Do you
want to talk to ... Mother ... again?  She's right here."

"Mother ...?  Uh ... not yet.  I have something to tell you. 
I got you a surprise.  If you're good I'll show you in a
month or so, all right?"

"Um, okay," I whispered, my breath short and sporadic, in
keeping with the rhythm of my enema.

"You don't sound very enthusiastic," my father said.  "Is
there something I need to know about?  You're not in
trouble, are you?"

I slowed down my breathing just long enough to catch my
breath.  I got another pinch for my trouble.

"No, Dad ... every- ... everything is ... fine," I gasped.

"Well, they better be," my father's voice warned.  "I better
not hear any bad reports on you.  If I do, I'll tan your
hide when I get back.  On your bare butt, too!  Do you
understand me?"

"Yes, Dad," I whispered.

His words brought an unwanted image to mind that sparked my
illicit pleasure.  For an instant I pictured myself kneeling
over the white stone at Mrs. Taylor's patio.  I could
clearly see my father wrapping his leather belt around his
fist.  I could also imagine Juanita and Marie and several
other girls laughing at me.  What the heck was going on with
that?

"All right then ... well, let me talk to your ... your
mother."

I let loose a long sigh.  "Okay ... 'bye, Dad."

"Say 'good bye, Daddy'," Juanita instructed.  She slid the
huge rubber nozzle in and out of my young rectum as she said
this.  "Go ahead, say it!" she nudged as the nozzle was
finally withdrawn from my bottom.

I shuddered and shivered as my stepmother then vigorously
rubbed the slippery tip of the nozzle against my closed
sphincter.  The sensation was wonderfully obscene.  It made
me smile at the same time it brought a shiver of shame.

"You like that, don't you, pretty boy," my stepmother said
with a grin.  All I could do was whimper and shrug my
shoulders.  "That's what I thought.  Now, say 'good bye,
Daddy'," she repeated.

"Do I have to?" I whispered.

"Do you want me to tell him how things are really going?"

I shook my head.  The feeling of that huge rubber phallus
pressing against my bottom felt so good ... I was so ashamed
when I realized that was why my penis was so excited.  A
cloud of dread suddenly darkened everything.  I could feel
my insides tingling and I was afraid I might squirt any
minute.

"G'night ... good ... good bye, D-d-daddy," I stammered into
the mouthpiece.

There was a pause in the conversation.  I felt a familiar,
terrible pressure building up somewhere between my balls and
the base of my penis.

"Uh, yeah. What's this 'daddy' stuff?  I thought you were
too big to talk like that."

I squirmed.  "Um, I dunno.  It just came out that way."

I frowned as my stepmother mouthed some more words.  "Now,
tell him you love him," she encouraged.

Blushing brilliantly, I felt so ashamed of myself.  "Um, uh
... I ... I ... love ... you ... Daddy.  Very much ...
Daddy."

A long pause in the conversation made me regret the words,
but my stepmom insisted I repeat them.

"Say it again, sweetheart," she cooed.  She pressed the
large rubber phallus against my puckered sphincter, forcing
the tip inside just enough to send a shock way through my
body.  "Be a good daddy's girl.  Say it like you mean it."

I wanted to pull away and run and hide!  I just knew I was
about to squirt and I did not want to do it while talking to
my father!  Instead of resisting, however, I squirmed in my
stepmother's grip as I obeyed her words.

"Daddy, I love you very much," I said with a slightly louder
-- though quavering -- voice.

"Say it again," Juanita said, her voice husky and thick as
honey.

"I ... love you, Daddy," I sobbed as I spewed white junk
over my legs and the bathroom floor.  My whole body
shuddered as the spasm overtook my muscles and practically
paralyzed me from head to toe.

"Oh, oh!" my stepmother said in a mocking whisper. 
"Somebody made a nasty little boy mess!  I wonder what your
big strong daddy would say about his prissy little Bran-DEE
now?"

There was another pause, then a masculine chuckle crackled
through the earpiece.  "I, uh, love you, too, sonny boy. 
Well, I better go.  'Night, sport.  I'll talk to you next
week.  Let me speak to Juani- ... um, your mother."

"O- ... okay ... Daddy."  I  felt dizzy as I pulled away
from the phone and slid into a helpless, quivering mass on
the bathroom floor.  I wanted to pass out and rest for a
while, but that was not to be.

"Be a sweetie and clean up your little mess while I finish
talking with your father," my stepmother ordered.  I felt
awful as she helped me to my feet and handed me a wet cloth. 
"And don't you miss any of that awful stuff, please."

Kneeling naked before my stepmother, I did as I was told and
scrubbed the floor, my nude form blushing pink in
mortification. This whole situation was difficult enough,
but I wasn't used to being fondled while talking to my
father or having words put in my mouth or my belly full of
soapy water.  I sighed.  There wasn't much I could do until
my stepmother got off the phone.

"Yes, he's been a very good boy," she said into the
mouthpiece. "We're having a wonderful time together.  As a
matter of fact, we're becoming very close."

The worst part of all this, believe it or not, was having to
wait for Juanita to get off the toilet so I could get rid of
my enema.  I'd finished cleaning up and was waiting
impatiently as she smoked a cigarette and chatted casually
with my father on the phone.  It felt like I had to wait
forever, but she didn't mind.  At one point I was dancing
and moaning in agony, but Juanita merely smiled, lit up
another cigarette and winked at me like she had all the time
in the world.

At long last the call came to an end.  My stepmother stood
up and let me get on the toilet as she said her good-byes. 
I was letting go of the soapy water in my bowels when she
handed me the phone one more time.  I blushed from the top
of my head to the tips of my toes as she pushed me to resume
my "baby talk" with him.

"Be a good boy, Brandon," his voice said from so far away. 
"And do everything Juanita says.  I mean it!"

"I will, Daddy, I promise," I whispered into the mouthpiece. 
My stepmother whispered some instructions into my ear,
punctuating them with a sharp pinch on my bare belly.  "I
... I love you, Daddy.  I love you bunches!"

There was that moment of hesitation again.  "Um, okay,
little buddy.  See you in a few weeks."

"G'night, Daddy!" I whimpered as he hung up.

I just knew my dad thought I was being some sort of sissy. 
I'd never talked like that to him -- ever! -- and I dreaded
to think what he imagined at that moment.

Juanita smirked like a teenaged girl as she took the phone
from my hand.  I wanted to run and hide, but I couldn't go
anywhere because soapy water was still gushing from my butt
into the toilet.  I started crying openly at this point and
my stepmother was delighted with my reaction.

"Well, your father seemed very pleased to hear what a
wonderful helper you've been.  I noticed you didn't tell him
everything.  Imagine that."

I didn't say anything for a moment.  The only sound in the
room came from the steady stream of warm, sudsy solution
pouring from my body.  My red face spoke volumes, however.
Make no mistake about it; I was a miserable boy, trapped in
a hopeless and frightening situation.

"I can't wait for Mrs. Taylor to see you again!" Juanita
said when I was finally done.  She cleaned my bottom and
gave me a huge hug, brushing both of her nipples against my
red face.  "She already thinks you're the prettiest little
boy she's ever seen.  Imagine what she'll think when she
hears about all the fun things you've been doing!  You'll
have to watch out ... she'll want to keep you for herself
and after the way you've been acting, I just might let her!"

Next I was allowed to sit on the toilet and pee while
Juanita filled the tub.  I was then treated to a long, lazy
bath, during which I was soaped up and scrubbed from head to
toe, with not a crevice or crack untouched.

"Such a good boy," Juanita commented as she slid her soapy
fingers in and out of my butthole.  It wasn't as bad this
time and I actually smiled as the curious fingers tickled
what was once a secret place.  "Your little pussy is so
clean and pretty.  I see you smiling, you can't hide that
big grin from me!  Now, tell me the truth, you really enjoy
this, don't you?  Doesn't it feel nice?"

My face blushed bright red as a bold finger swirled around
inside my empty rectum.  Gasping for air, all I could say
was, "Mmm-hmmmm ...."

I was then helped out of the tub, buffed dry with a huge
towel and covered in some sort of sweet, perfumed powder
from a pink box.  I felt like such a fool as I followed my
stepmother around the house -- still naked -- and let her
treat me like I was her pet poodle, but there was nothing
else for me to do.  I certainly couldn't run away in naught
but my birthday suit and I was too scared to resist. 
Instead, I just sucked it up and let her have her way with
me.  After all, what did it matter as long as nobody saw
anything, right?


Chapter Fifteen:  A Morning's Social Call


I was standing in my parents' bedroom about an hour later
when I was informed that it was finally time for us to
leave.  Ever since I'd gotten out of the tub I'd had to
follow my stepmother around while she bathed and primped and
made herself up.  I'd been watching her touch up her hair
and makeup for about the tenth time that morning, oblivious
of the rhyme or reason of her efforts.   Being a typical
eleven year old boy, I was sick and tired of watching my
stepmother go through such a boring routine, though I was
too shy to say anything.  In fact, if you'd asked me if I
was having fun, I would have nodded my head without
argument, that's how confused I was at the time.

"Would you like to wear some lipstick today, sweetie?" my
stepmother asked.

I looked at her like she was from Mars.  I shook my head,
afraid to say anything that might offend her.

"Are you sure?  You looked awful pretty with it on
yesterday.  You liked that red color, didn't you?  How about
some nail polish to match?  No?  Well, maybe later, then. 
You're looking awful pale, you know."

My heart pounded like a sledge hammer.  Why was she doing
this to me?  I mean, everybody knows boys don't wear makeup
and nail polish, right?  Just like they know boys don't like
running around naked, either!  Thank goodness the phone rang
and she was distracted long enough to forget her little
offer.  Or so I hoped.

"Come along, Brandon.  It's time to go."  Juanita
interrupted my thoughts as she hung up the telephone.  She
straightened out her clothes and stared in the mirror one
more time.  She wore a bright, summery sundress with a
flared skirt and a halter top that emphasized her large
breasts.  She looked even taller than before due to the
white patent high heels on her elegant feet.  "Hand me my
purse, pretty boy, and let's head for the car."

Once I realized what was happening, I asked where we were
going.  Juanita  sighed and said, "I already told you once,
sweetheart.  We're going shopping at the mall, remember? 
What is the matter, are you deaf or something?"

"You ... you're really ... really are ... taking ... taking
me to the mall?" I whispered in total, absolute fear.  I
picked up her purse from the hall table and held it out like
a shield to protect my naked body from her gaze.  "But that
was ... I mean, I ... I thought you were kidding."

Juanita reached for her purse and pulled open the front
door.  "Do I look like I'm kidding, little mister?"

Certainly she was teasing.  Right?  I mean, the very idea of
going shopping -- in front of hundreds of total strangers! -
- in nothing but my birthday suit absolutely terrified me! 
There was certainly no way I was going to let myself be
humiliated in such a manner, I didn't care what she did to
me!

"You can't do that!" I suddenly cried.  "You're mean enough
to me and I'm not doing it anymore!  I don't wanna go naked
in public and I don't wanna play this stupid game!  I wanna
go home!  You're not my mother!  I want my real mother!"

Quick as a snake, my stepmother grabbed a handful of my hair
and pulled me close, which prompted me to tug back in a
panic.  Oh, boy, I was in for it now!  Why couldn't I keep
my mouth shut?  Why did I have to lose my temper and go and
ruin everything?  Why couldn't I learn my lesson?  I mean,
after all I'd been through there was no way I was going to
get another spanking!  I'd do anything ... yes, ANYTHING ...
to keep from ever getting spanked again!

"No-o-o-o ...."

SLAPPP!!!  A hard, painful smack across my face sent a shock
wave of agony through my entire body.  How could such a
delicate, feminine woman hit so hard?

"Please ... don't ...."

SLAPPP!!!  SLAPPP!!!  SLAPPP!!!  SLAPPP!!!

That series of smacks hurt really bad, causing me to yelp
out loud, just like an abused puppy dog.

"OW!!! OW!!! OW!!! Please, Juanita, I'll behave!" I begged
hysterically.

"Juanita?  Is that what you said?  Juanita?  Juanita who???"
my stepmother demanded, giving my face a fresh of slap with
each word.  "Juanita who???  Juanita who???"

SLAPPP!!!

"JUANITA WHO???"

"OW!!!" I squealed, just like a little girl.  "I ... ow ...
I meant, Mother!  Please, Mother, oh, please don't hit me! 
I'll be good, Mother, I promise!  Just don't hit me any
more!  Please, oh, please, Mother, oh, please!!!???"

Despite the grin on her face, my stepmother's grip locked on
my wrist, tightening to the point of scaring me.  I actually
thought she was going to break my arm.

"That's better, pretty boy.  Much better.  Now, are you
going to do as I say?  Am I always going to have to resort
to more violence?  Or maybe I ought to send you outside to
play with your little boyfriends for the rest of the day! 
Maybe then you'll be grateful you have someone like me to
take care of you!"

"Please ... Mother ... don't send me outside where those
boys can ...."

WHAPPP!!!

The force of her hand slapping against my cheek almost
knocked me cross-eyed.  It burned my skin, too, just like
those pellets did on my bare skin the night before.

"I may just send you home just like you are if you don't
straighten up!  I can do that very easily."

I looked up at her with wide eyes.  "You'd really send me
home ... naked?"

Juanita winked like that was something I wanted to do. 
"We'll do it right now if you want.  I'll just take you to
the edge of town, drop you off on the side of the road and
you can walk all the way home in your bare skin."  She gave
a huge laugh.  "You might even hitch a ride with a car load
of girls if you're lucky.  That ought to be an interesting
trip, don't you think?"

I glanced up at my stepmother and saw those magnificent
breasts, hanging loose beneath her dress, heaving up and
down as she caught her breath.  There was a frightening,
amused look in her eyes.  I quickly dropped my chin against
my naked chest and shook my head.

"Yes, Mother.  I mean, no ... Mother.  I'll ... I'll be
good.  I don't want to go home naked."

Juanita nodded.  "Argue with me one more time and that's
exactly what's going to happen!  You can walk all one
hundred miles in your birthday suit and you'll deserve
everything that happens to you!  Just you remember that,
little man!"

I wasn't completely stupid.  I knew the routine.  There was
nothing else to say, right?

"Now, go stand in the corner while I go refresh my makeup. 
We can have fun today if you want.  Or it can be misery. 
It's your choice, my pretty!"

And so I was standing in the hallway with my nose in the
corner, waiting for my stepmother, my eyes all teary, when I
was finally told it was time to go.

"Brandon, sweetheart, I don't know why you're so fussy about
going naked in public," Juanita said with a smile.  "Nobody
cares about what little boys do or wear.  You may think they
do, but they don't.  If anybody asks, you don't know any
better, see?  You're just a pretty, silly little boy.  You
don't need to think.  All right?  Now, stop making a big
deal over nothing.  Besides, I know something you don't
know."

I just stood there and shrugged.  I was too afraid to say
anything.

Juanita grinned at me.  "Aren't you going to ask me what I
know?"

I shrugged again.  "Um, I guess.  What do you know?"

She looked at me sternly and said, "How about, 'What is it
that you know, Mother, dear?'  Doesn't that sound better? 
Say it ... or I'll slap your face and send you home in your
birthday suit."

I looked down at my naked legs and feet and I nodded.  "I'm
... sorry.  What is it ... that ... that you know, Mother
... dear?"

"We're not going straight to the mall," she said in a little
girl voice.  "We're going to visit one of your little
friends first.  How about that?  Won't that be nice?"

I felt my stomach drop a thousand feet as she handed me
Phillip Prewitt's toy race car, the same one that he'd left
at Marlene's house the night before.  I'd forgotten all
about it, and about how I'd brought it home with me when we
left Marlene's house.  I looked down at the huge car in my
hands.  I'd normally admire it and play with it and even
express the desire for my own.  Instead, I treated it like
the plague.

"We're ... you're ... we're not going to see Phillip, are
we?" I asked, my voice cracking with emotion.  "Do we have
to?  Today?  With me naked?  Please ... Jua- ... I mean,
please, Mother ... don't make me go!  Please?"

Juanita furrowed her brow and shook her head as she gathered
up her things.  "I don't know why you're so upset.  We're
only going to be a few minutes, that's all.  Just long
enough to deliver the car and maybe chit-chat for a bit. 
Then we can go shopping.  My goodness, you're such a
crybaby!"

A few minutes later I was sitting in my stepmother's tiny
sports car, feeling just horrible as she lowered the
convertible top.  I remembered the previous time she'd
driven me around in my birthday suit, taking her time and
making little effort to go home with any sort of efficiency. 
The idea of being seen in public without pants -- or a shirt
or anything else for that matter! -- was terrifying for me,
and I'd had my share of bad dreams since it first happened.

I crouched down in my seat as the little roadster pulled
onto the street, desperate to hide my scant modesty from
anyone who happened to catch a glimpse.  I was grateful to
hold Phillip Prewitt's huge toy car in my lap, just in case.

We hadn't driven more than two blocks before stopping in
front of the Prewitt house.  I was horrified as my
stepmother pulled up to the curb and not in the driveway.  I
started to say something about having to walk naked such a
distance, but a glance in her direction stifled my protest.

Somehow I made it to the front door without causing a riot
or getting struck by lightning.  I did a little dance of
desperation as Juanita took her time ringing the doorbell. 
I was so eager for someone to answer the door and let me
inside, but at the same time I didn't want anyone to be
home.  Nothing good could come from any of the Prewitt
family seeing me in my birthday suit.  Not after what
happened the day before.

The door suddenly opened and I felt my stepmother pushing me
inside.  The cool breeze from the air conditioner put
goosebumps on my skin as I found myself facing an older but
pleasant woman, the very image of a typical housewife.  Clad
in a crisp housedress, heels, hose and her hair up in an
elegant sweep, she looked more like a hostess for a
homemaker program on television than the mother of an eleven
year old bully.

"Well, look who's here!" exclaimed the enthusiastic woman. 
She looked strangely familiar to me, but I couldn't place
the face.  "Hello, Juanita!  It is so nice to see you!  And
hello again to you, too, Brandon!  Oops, looks like somebody
forgot to put on some clothes this morning," she said with a
giggle much younger than her middle-aged looks.  "You're
just as pretty as the last time I saw you."

I blinked, then I looked from our hostess to my stepmother. 
"Do ... I ... know ....?"

Juanita interrupted me before I could go any further.  "Oh,
you know Mrs. McCarty, darling.  You should, you've seen her
enough times over at Mrs. Taylor's house.  Don't you
remember knocking over her tea cup the other day?"

I turned a skeptical eye toward the older lady.  Mrs.
McCarty?  At Mrs. Taylor's house?  Tea cup?  It took me a
second before I realized that this was indeed the same
beautiful woman who'd attended several of Mrs. Taylor's pool
parties, including the last two where I was stark raving
naked!  She'd seen me at my best and at my worst.  I blushed
to think how she saw me get my butt beat and I squirmed as I
recalled how I'd acted like such a prissy little wimp in
front of her and the rest of my stepmother's friends.

And yes, for those of you who are keeping score, I
remembered knocking over Mrs. McCarty's tea cup ... with my
stupid erect penis, right?  I also remembered all the
laughter and attention my clumsiness created.  The memory of
it was humiliating and I felt ill as I ran the event through
my mind one more time.

"Oh, I don't know why such a pretty boy would remember an
old woman like me," Mrs. McCarty said cheerfully.  "The
important thing is that I remember you, darling child.  I've
never been so impressed by a young boy since the day I saw
you help serve snacks for all us adults in your birthday
suit.  You were so polite and helpful, just like a little
naked boy-maid. I was so jealous of your mother for having
such a darling little boy!"

"What do you say?" Juanita said, nudging me with a sharp
fingernail in the butt.

"Tha- ... thank you, Mrs. McCarty," I said softly.

The lovely lady pat me on the head and smiled.  "You're so
welcome, sweetheart!  I just hope you haven't destroyed any
more dishes since last time I saw you."

My knees felt weak, but another nudge -- ow! -- from my
stepmother prompted me to answer.  "Um, no ma'am, I
haven't."

"Oh, to be so pretty and have such a nice smile, and you're
so polite, too!  Brandon, sweetheart, you are such an
angel!"  She winked at me in a very elegant manner.  "I
can't wait to see you at one of Mrs. Taylor's parties again. 
I hear there's a big one coming up real soon!"

Well, by this time I was blushing from the top of my head to
the tips of my toes.  On top of feeling naked and
vulnerable, I felt completely stupid, too.  How could this
woman, this Mrs. McCarty be Phillip Prewitt's mother?

"Mrs. ... Mrs. McCarty?" I stammered, "You're ... Phillip
Prewitt's mom?"

The lovely lady shrugged her shoulders.  "Well, technically
I'm his stepmother, but I like to think of myself as his
mother.  A lot like your mother here.  Right, Juanita,
darling?"

My stepmother looked at me and winked.  "Very much so," she
said.  "We have a lot in common."

I blinked and nodded.  "So, is Jenny ...."

"Jennifer," interrupted Mrs. McCarty, "has the same last
name I do.  She is my daughter by blood, if you will, and
she is Phillip's big sister by choice."  The smiling woman
laughed.  "They are quite a pair, I must say.  We're having
problems with Phillip lack of respect for Jennifer's
privacy, but I think a solution is at hand."

I remember scratching my head on that one.  "I, um ... I
thought Jenny's name was 'Prewitt' ... I never thought it
was something else."

The laughing woman pat me on the head and caressed my cheek
with her hand.  "Oh, that's a common enough mistake,
sweetheart.  Don't you worry your pretty little head about
such things.  I'm just glad you came by to see me in your
birthday suit.  I just love pretty little boys and you are
the prettiest I've ever seen!  I just love how you wear that
pretty butterfly necklace.  Most of the time Phillip is all
boy ... he'd never agree to wear something like that in
public."

Juanita laughed.  "You just haven't asked him in the proper
manner, Barbara, dear.  I'll have to show you how to do
that."

There was a long moment of silence.  It took me a while to
realize both women were looking at me and smiling.  I
cleared my throat and resisted the urge to cover my
nakedness with my hands.

"I hope this is a good time," Juanita suddenly said in a
matter of fact tone of voice.  She pat me on the shoulder
and ran her fingers down my bare back as she talked.  You'd
think all boys my age ran around in their bare skin judging
from the nonchalant way she carried on.  "We thought we'd
stop by and bring Phillip's little toy car back.  He left it
over at our neighbor's house yesterday and Brandon didn't
want him to worry."

The elegant Mrs. McCarty nodded as my stepmother talked, but
her eyes never left me for a second.  "That is so sweet. 
Aren't you the most thoughtful child!  Here, let me have
that ... thing."  She took the car and dropped it on a table
in the hallway.  I winced at the careless manner in which
she handled the expensive toy.  "I'll make sure he gets it
later.  Won't you stay a few minutes?  Jennifer is
entertaining her friend Marlene and we were all just about
to have a little snack."

A cold chill went down my spine.  Jennifer ... J-J-
Jennifer???  And M-M-Marlene???  They were both ... there??? 
In the same house???  Holy crap!

I looked up at my stepmother with a pleading look.

"Please, Juanita," I whispered.  "I don't want to stay! 
Please, don't let Jennifer and Marlene see me like this! 
Please???"

My stepmother stopped me before I could speak another word.

"What did you call me?  Who am I?  Who?  WHO???"

I blinked back the first of many tears.  "I'm s-s-sorry ...
M-M-Mother ...."  I took a deep breath.  "Please, Mother,
don't let ...."

"Don't even bother.  Just smile and do as you're told." 
Juanita gave me one of those stern looks, you know, with the
raised eyebrow.  "Mrs. McCarty has seen you in your birthday
suit and she thinks you're an angel.  And the girls have
already seen your bare butt and they like you, too, so I
don't know why you're acting this way."

I felt my nose tingle and a burning in my eyes as I thought
about all the torment Jennifer and Marlene put me through
yesterday.  And then with Phillip last night, the whole
Mullins-McCarty-Prewitt clan had seen my bare butt and
probably thought I was the biggest faggot in the world.

"Yeah, but ...."

"But nothing!  Here's what's going to happen today.  You
will do exactly as you're told, and you'll like it.  Do you
understand me?  I want to see nothing but smiles and hear
nothing but 'yes, ma'am' for the rest of the day.  I don't
care if you end up riding a float in a parade down the
middle of town in your birthday suit and a hundred girls see
you, you WILL do whatever I tell you and you WILL like it! 
Do I make myself clear?  You better wipe that frown off your
face before you answer me!"

I wiped the tears from my eyes and nodded.  "Yes, ma'am," I
replied.  I did my best to smile, but it wasn't very
convincing.

My stepmother nodded.  "Well, that's a start, at least. 
Come along ... we don't want our hostess to think we're rude
...."

The next thing that happened was rather odd.  It was like a
dream, you know, where you're totally naked and everything
else is completely normal.  Mrs. McCarty invited us into her
living room where Jennifer and Marlene were lounging on a
sofa thumbing through fashion magazines.  I couldn't help
but notice both teenaged girls were dressed rather
provocatively.  Seventeen year old Jennifer wore low cut
jeans and a short babydoll t-shirt that showed off her bare
belly and sixteen year old Marlene was in cut off jean
shorts and a skimpy halter top that did little to hide her
shapely breasts.  I couldn't help but notice that,
embroidered on the front of Jennifer's top -- emphasized by
her huge breasts underneath the thin cotton -- were the
words "Spoiled Brat!"

No kidding, I thought to myself.

To my horror, Marlene's face lit up when she saw me being
pushed into the room by my stepmother.  If lightning had
struck me dead right then and there, I'd have been a happy
boy.

"Wow, look who's here," the grinning blond said as she
dropped her magazine and stood up.  I couldn't help staring
at her breasts as they bounced under the snug halter top. 
"It's my pretty prissy little boyfriend, Brandon!  Come
here, pretty boy, and give me a great big hug!"

I blushed from head to toe as the tall beauty took my hand
and squeezed my face against her boobs.  I felt so helpless
as my naked legs brushed against her long legs and my bare
feet were stepped on by her stylish shoes.  I struggled as
she then smothered me with kisses, smearing her lipstick all
over my face and making me feel even more foolish.  Suddenly
releasing her grip on me, she pushed me off balance even
further by dragging me around by the hand and making me
perform an impromptu pirouette.

"Lookie here, Jennifer! You remember Brandon, don't you?"

The older girl giggled.  "How could I forget that head full
of curls?" she said with bright enthusiasm.  "Or that fat
little bare bottom!"

I felt dizzy and embarrassed as I was pushed from one girl
to the other.  Jennifer caught me in her arms and pulled me
up on her lap.  I remember the rough texture of her jeans
against my bare butt.  It made me feel so helpless, like a
little child.

"Oh, I just love how you keep Brandon naked all the time,
Mrs. Miller," Jennifer said with a bright smile.  "He's just
about the cutest little thing I've ever seen!  I just love
my pretty little butterfly boy."

The dark-headed beauty fingered the gold pendant hanging at
the base of my throat and then kissed me on the cheek.

"I think I'm going to marry him when he's old enough," she
said, causing everyone in the room to laugh.  "And when I do
I'm going to keep him naked as long as he lives!"

I tried to get away, but Jennifer held me tight and she
caressed my bare butt as she would a large cat or some other
domesticated pet.

"I didn't realize you two were such good friends," quipped
my stepmother.  Juanita shot a quizzical look in my
direction as she sat on the couch next to Mrs. McCarty.

The seventeen year old spun me around on her lap so I was
facing the two older women.  I felt like a little doll on
display as she continued to caress and tickle my bare skin. 
Thank goodness my penis was limp.  I worried something awful
that it would wake up any minute.

Jennifer gushed on and on about how much she liked being
around me.  "Oh, sure, we're best friends!  You little
Brandy is such a precious angel!  I never thought
babysitting a boy would be so much fun, but with the three
of us, we had the best time.  Didn't we, pretty boy?"

Juanita gave me that raised eyebrow stare.  I wiped
Jennifer's slobber from my face and nodded.  "I guess so," I
muttered.

The grinning teenager looked down at me.  "Did you come to
play with Phillip?  It's good timing if you did!  He's
upstairs being punished right now!"

"We have plenty of time for that later," Mrs. McCarty said. 
"First, let's have some girl talk."

I watched helplessly as Marlene plopped down and took a seat
on the sofa, boxing me in between her and Jennifer.  Juanita
and Mrs. McCarty then sat on the love seat opposite us,
making me feel even more trapped.  My stepmother snapped her
fingers at me as she would a dog.

"Here, Brandy, stay next to Mother," she ordered.

Following her gesture, I slid off Jennifer's lap and knelt
down on the carpeted floor before the two older women.  The
little group was so close, I was actually within arm's reach
of all, like some exotic pet.  Sitting with my feet under
me, I tucked my frightened penis in between my thighs and
tried to pretend I wasn't as naked as the day I was born.

I hope nobody else comes in and sees me like this, I thought
sadly.  Oh, geez, what if some more of Jennifer's friends
show up?  What if they brought some little girl, or maybe a
girl my age!  That would be the worst!

"So," my stepmother said brightly to Mrs. McCarty, "How do
you like raising a boy?  Is Phillip as bad as I've heard?"

Our hostess put her hand against her bosom and laughed. 
"Oh, my goodness, it's even worse!  He is such a savage! 
And I thought girls were difficult!"

"Oh, Mother!" Jennifer said with a laugh.

The elder lady looked at me and winked.  "Well, at least
Jennifer and I have something in common.  When Lawrence
asked me to marry him, I had no idea I'd be taking charge of
such a wild animal!  Of course, you know all about that
after what Phillip did to your poor Brandy last night.  I am
so sorry you had to see that."

I blushed to see my stepmother looking right at me.  My skin
still stung from being hit by all those stupid little
plastic pellets and my pride was hurt by seen by the
neighborhood guys in that stupid girlie outfit.

"Oh, don't worry about it.  I wouldn't give it a second
thought." Juanita talked as though the assault on me was
nothing more than a nuisance.  She winked at me and grinned. 
"Boys can be a handful sometimes, but there are methods for
getting them under control."

I glanced over to see both Marlene and Jennifer smiling at
me with the utmost approval on their faces.

"I can see that," the older woman said with a nod.  "You've
obviously done well with your little sweetie.  I'm learning,
well, Jennifer and I are both learning, thanks to you and
Liz and the others."

The younger McCarty nodded vigorously.  "I've learned lots,
Mrs. Miller.  Especially the last couple of days."

"Me, too!" chimed in Marlene.

My stepmother raised an eyebrow.  "Oh, really?  Such as?"

Marlene grinned first at my stepmother and then at me.  "Oh,
I've learned that taking care of little boys can be a lot
more fun than I thought.  Especially pretty little boys like
little Brandon here.  He is so easy to get along with.  You
can play with him and dress him up funny and tease him about
it, and he doesn't mind so much.  He is really special!"

Jennifer jumped in with, "Yeah, it's like that pretty little
butterfly necklace.  Phillip is such a hypocrite.  He sneaks
around in my closet, but he'd throw such a fit if we tried
to make him wear something like that in front of us! 
Brandon is so much more fun than my stupid little brother!"

Mrs. McCarty reached over and pat her daughter on the knee. 
"Don't worry, dear.  We'll make some changes.  It just takes
time, that's all."

The dark-haired girl kept staring at me.  "I know.  Mrs.
Miller and Mrs. Taylor will help us with that, right?"

Needless to say, I didn't like what I was hearing, what
little I understood.  I was really confused when our hostess
suddenly asked if we'd like anything to drink.  My
stepmother suggested coffee and not knowing what else to
say, I just nodded when I was asked if I'd like some milk.

"Anything for you, Bran-DEE!" said Jennifer with a knowing
gleam in her eye.  With that, both teenagers exited the room
in a whirl of giggles and chatter.

"I wonder if she'll bring it in a bottle," Juanita joked
while we waited for the laughing girls to return from the
kitchen.

A cold chill of fear swept over me, but I was relieved to
see a real glass of milk on the tray when our young hostess
returned.  There were even three types of homemade chocolate
chip cookies.  Having not eaten any solid food for the past
couple of days, I eagerly took a sample of each.

"Oh, Brandon, please don't be such a pig," my stepmother
chided.  "How rude!"

Jennifer laughed.  "I'm sorry, Mrs. Miller.  Perhaps I
should have asked first.  I hope this doesn't ruin his
lunch."

"That's all right," Juanita said, giving me a stern look. 
"It'll be his own fault if he gets an upset stomach.  I have
ways of dealing with such things.  It's amazing, what you
can do with a hot water bag and a rubber hose."

I winced at the thought of another enema.  Why were people
so interested in my doggone butt?  Regardless, the room
filled with good-natured laughter.  I just hung my head and
wished I was a thousand miles away.

My babysitter giggled like a little girl.  "Oh, we know all
about that!  Yesterday I showed Jennifer all about how a
little soap and water and petroleum jelly can catch a little
boy's attention," she said with a bright, womanly laugh.

Juanita laughed.  "Oh, that's right!  Jennifer, you helped
Marlene give Brandon an enema yesterday.  How did that go? 
You didn't have any problems, did you?"

The older teenager winked at me and laughed.  "Oh, no, we
didn't have any problems at all.  I never would have thought
a boy would like having a couple of girls play with his
bottom like that, but I guess I was wrong.  He acted like he
hated it, but you could tell he just loved it!  I can't wait
to do that again!"

The women continued to talk for the longest time, leaving me
to wonder how long I'd have to sit there in my birthday
suit.  I worried myself to death about Phillip or somebody
else coming in and seeing me stark naked, or maybe even
another adult.  Or what about another adult and their
daughter!  What if she was a girl my age?  Or younger?  Holy
crap!  Didn't I have enough to worry about?  I tried to
imagine all sorts of horrible scenarios, but the anxiety was
too great.  Instead, I tried to focus my thoughts on wishing
to heaven the day would come to an end and I could get back
under the covers and hide for the rest of my life.

It was a strange feeling, kneeling there naked on the floor
while my stepmother and her lady friends chit-chatted as if
that was the natural thing to do.  Except for my stepmother
reaching over once in a while and stroking my bare back and
patting my hair like I was her pet poodle, I was pretty much
ignored.

At one point Mrs. McCarty glanced at me and grinned.  "My
goodness, Brandon, you are the sweetest, most polite boy
I've ever seen.  Here we women are busy talking the day away
and you're just as quiet as a mouse.  Really, I cannot
believe how well behaved you are!  I wish I could get
Phillip to be as well behaved!"

"Me, too!" Jennifer said brightly.

"It's not that difficult," replied Juanita.  She ran her
fingers along my cheek and down my bare back, sending a
shiver over my naked skin.  "Brandon wasn't quite this ...
shy ... when I first got hold of him a couple of weeks ago. 
But since his daddy went out of town, we're making
progress."

"Brandon is really easy to get along with," offered Marlene. 
"All I had to do was threaten to stop playing with his
pretty bottom and he did whatever I wanted."

Once more the whole room filled with feminine laughter.

"Well, I wish Phillip was as well trained," sighed Mrs.
McCarty.  "Where is he anyway ... oh, yes, I almost forgot. 
Silly me, he's still being punished!  The poor thing, he's
been all alone upstairs for more than an hour.  Excuse me a
moment while I fetch him."

Jennifer suddenly grabbed me by one hand and Marlene grabbed
the other.  "I have a better idea," the older girl said with
an evil grin.  "How about Marlene and I take Brandy upstairs
to see Phillip?  They can play together while you guys talk
for a little while."

The two adult women nodded.  "That's fine," said Juanita. 
She gave me a stern stare.  "Let me know if my little
darling gives either one of you any trouble."

Marlene squeezed my hand and grinned.  "Oh, he won't," she
said with a wink.  "After yesterday, we're good friends. 
Aren't we, sweetie?"

I shot a guilty glance at the blond teenager, then to her
grinning companion.  Each of my captors seemed to know
something I didn't.  Why did I have the feeling something
horrible was about to happen?

Suddenly both girls pulled me into the hall.  I felt sick as
they tugged me toward the stairs.  Jennifer called out, "Oh,
Phillip!  You've got company!  I bet you can't guess who it
is!"

I looked back at my stepmother and Mrs. McCarty.  Juanita
smiled as she settled back with her cup of coffee and a
cigarette.

"Bye, sweetie!  I'll see you in a bit," she said as I was
dragged up the steps.

"Have fun!" said a grinning Mrs. McCarty.

I felt myself growing weaker by the moment ....


(to be continued ....)

  
AS4_Awful_Summer_4