Johnny's Punishment Part 1
By Captain J
CaptainJ46@yahoo.com

copyright 2007 by Captain J, all rights reserved

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Introduction

I grew up back in the 50's and 60's and things were
different when it came to the topic of child discipline,
children's rights and ideas of propriety.  Children's
Rights?  We had none, you were legally a child until age 21
and subject to discipline as deemed necessary.  The latter
was a particular bone of contention to my generation when as
teenagers, we were subject to the draft and could be forced
into the military at age 18, yet were still considered
'Minors' by law and couldn't vote, buy alcohol (except 3.2%
beer), cigarettes, or engage in legal contracts.  We were
considered old enough to fight (and in too many instances
killed) for our country, but not old enough to make "adult"
decisions.  

Spanking was the usual punishment for most transgressions,
usually on the bare behind and usually followed by 'corner
time' with the miscreant's behind on display as a deterrent
to others.  All adults in the neighborhood were authorized
to administer it to any child who "Needed" it.  Teachers
ruled the classroom with a paddle and were not reluctant to
administer it.  Major transgressions got you sent to the
principle or his assistant who were to be feared by all. 
One of my Dad's favorite lines was, "If you get it
(spanking) at school; you'll get it twice as much when you
get home!"

In our small town, everyone knew everyone else and kids were
considered a community responsibility.  The worst part of
this communal child supervision, was that if you got
disciplined by an adult other than your parents; they would
notify your parents of what had happened and you usually got
further punishment when you arrived home.  The telephone was
'deadly' to a kid who acted up away from home.  Things like
"time outs" or "grounding" were not in the discipline
schedule unless it was after a spanking.

The other curious facet of that society which I have always
found curious was the attitude towards male nudity Vs female
nudity.  Boys were considered to have no need for modesty in
the presence of females; yet girls were always to be
modestly covered in the presence of males (until the late
60's).  As a consequence, I spent a significant time during
my childhood naked, yet never saw a naked girl over the age
of 4 until I was in my later teens.  I learned more about
female anatomy from 'Playboy" then I ever saw for real.  In
short the view was that male nudity was not sexual in itself
and therefore no need for modesty; unless – the male made it
sexual by displaying sexual excitement, ie...an erection. 
Erections at 'inappropriate' times were cause for
punishment.  To be naked in the presence of females was not
considered 'sexual' thus the boy should only be embarrassed
if his naked display was considered inappropriate by a
sexual display.  The fact that boys were embarrassed and
humiliated many times by being forced to be naked was beside
the point.

Boys always swam nude at the YMCA and Scout Camp; group
showers were mandatory at school after Phys. Ed, skinny-
dipping in the local pond or creek was standard.; pre-teen
and teen boys nude around the house or yard was more common
than most people today would believe possible.  Here are a
couple of examples:  It was usual if you came home dirty to
strip in the garage or on the porch prior to coming into the
house; if muddy, you were expected to use the garden hose to
wash off outside prior to proceeding inside.  It didn't make
any difference who was present, you did not come in the
house tracking dirt.  If your mother was doing laundry, it
was not uncommon for her to demand the clothes you were
wearing at the time to add them to the wash.  You just
stripped there, handed over your clothes and proceeded naked
to your room to get others.  Women and girls routinely
supervised bath time for boys, as boys could not be trusted
to get themselves clean otherwise.  

The prevailing attitude among the adults was that, women and
girls were not interested it male anatomy and therefore,
boys had no need of modesty in their presence..  Girls in
general were considered to be more 'mature' than boys and as
a result were left 'in charge' more often when the parents
were absent.  "In Charge" included the authority to
administer any 'necessary' punishments.

This was the world I grew up in.  Small town mid-west U.S.A.
The events that follow are true and although I know there
are some who won't believe it, did in fact happen.

Chapter 1 – Johnny's First Humiliation

My Mother ruled the house; Dad worked usually six days per
week and was only home evenings for the most part.  On the
rare weekend, he didn't work on Saturday, he was off with
the Boy Scout Troop, he was the Scoutmaster.  I had an older
brother but he was already a teenager and worked evenings
when in school.  During the summer, he worked for a friend
of my Dad's for a construction company and stayed with the
friend's family.  That left me (age 11) and my younger
sister Jane (age 9) at home.  We lived on the edge of town,
beyond our house were only farms and fields, woods and
streams, paradise for a young boy.  Next door lived the
Ecbright family, with three daughters who were more like my
sisters than anything else.  Our families were always going
places jointly, camping was favorite of both family's and we
took trips together regularly.  The girls were Vicky (age
12), Nancy (age 11) and Debbie (age 10).  If our Mothers
needed to go somewhere, Vicky was usually left in charge of
us kids.

During the summer, my usual attire was cut-off blue jean 
shorts, tennis shoes without socks and at most a t-shirt, I
usually didn't bother with underwear as they got too hot. 
Prior to this particular summer, I had been naked many times
in the presence of the girls, one of my Mother's favorite
'control' techniques, was to use nudity as a means to keep
boys home and 'out of trouble.'  If you were naked, you
couldn't stray too far from the house or go into town.  I
had spent many of my younger days running about the two
houses without clothes in the presence of the girls and two
mothers.  It was no big deal for the most part, and the
girls liked having me bare and my boy parts bouncing about
gave them many reasons for giggles and laughter.

The day of disaster came when we were eating lunch one day,
me in just my cut-offs and the girls all wearing shorts
except Debbie who was wearing a dress.  We were sitting on
the back porch eating our sandwiches when I noticed Debbie's
dress had worked it's way up and I could see under it.  She
was not wearing panties!  Her little cleft was clearly
visible and I couldn't take my eyes off it.  My little boy
part responded and I quickly was sporting the hardest
erection I had ever had.  I quickly moved my plate over my
lap to conceal it so the girls wouldn't see my shorts
pushing outward.  All my effort at concealment however, was
in vain as just then my Mother stuck her head out of the
door and announced that she was doing the laundry and wanted
the dirty shorts I was wearing.

When I tried to delay removing the shorts my Mother wouldn't
hear of it.  "Johnny what is your problem?!  I need them NOW
so I can get the wash started."

I tried to get up to go to my room to strip, so the girls
wouldn't see but wasn't fast enough.  As I started through
the door, Mom grabbed my arm and held me with one hand while
her other hand quickly un buttoned my pants.  She then
jerked them down and I found myself facing all four girls
with my erection pointing right at them.  The girls all
started laughing and pointing as I tried to cover my problem
from view.

"WELL I NEVER..." my Mother yelled at me when she noticed
the hard little protrusion.  "HOW DARE YOU DO THAT IN FRONT
OF THE GIRLS!"  The latter was accompanied by rapid spanks
to my behind, and didn't stop for a long time until she
finally got tired.  I tried to escape, but with her grip on
my arm and my legs trapped by my shorts around my ankles,
the bet I could do was wiggle about trying to avoid the
swats.  This of course caused my little hard-on to bounce
and sway about, much to the delight of the laughing girls in
front of me.  The fact that my mother had caused my
'problem' to be displayed to the girls was irrelevant, to
her or to my behind.  In her mind, I had transformed
'innocent' boy nudity into 'sexual' nudity by having an
erection.

By the time she was done spanking me, I was a blubbering
mess, my behind was on fire and somewhere along the way, my
erection had subsided.  I was placed naked on the porch
facing the wall, with my very red and hot butt on display to
all present and told to stand there for an hour.  The girls
remained on the porch eating and drinking lemonade while I
stood four feet away trembling.  I could hear them
discussing my previous 'problem' and how funny it was waving
about while I got spanked; the current redness of my behind
and speculations as to how long it would be before I could
sit down again.  I just stood, tears freely flowing down my
cheeks, humiliation burning my entire body.

When I was released from my punishment time, Mother decreed
that I was to remain naked until my father got home.  My
butt was still on fire, I went to the bathroom and pressed
wet washcloths against it to cool it some, but it still
hurt.  My forced nakedness at that point was irrelevant as I
couldn't have stood anything rubbing against it anyway.  The
girls thought this was great entertainment, and followed me
about, commenting on how red my butt was and giving little
snickering comments like, "Gee that sure looks sore...  I
like it red like that... Want to come sit down and play
Johnny? HeHE..."

I dreaded when Dad would get home, as I knew I was in deep
shit.  I had displayed a boner to four 'innocent' girls and
embarrassed my Mother by my 'lack of control.'  Such
behavior was 'sexual' and therefore forbidden.  When Dad did
arrive, Mom spent a good hour in her tirade about me and my
'perversion.'  Dad called me into the living room  and after
inspecting my still sore behind (pink with some hand prints
still visible) decided that I had been spanked sufficiently. 
He then ordered me to stand before him and my Mother and
delivered the decision on my additional punishment.

"Johnny, we understand that you are young and need to learn
control of these things.  You will therefore remain naked
for the next month.  You are not to leave our property or
that of the Ecbrights during that time unless given
permission from us.  You will be supervised at all times by
either us or one of the girls appointed over you.  If you
should have another "dirty display" like that today, you
will be spanked immediately and given more chores to do, to
keep your mind off "dirty thoughts."  During this time, the
girls may order you to do anything they feel appropriate,
they may touch you anytime they want and you are not to
object.  You may not touch yourself 'down there' except as
necessary for cleanliness and bathroom needs.  You will
learn to control yourself!"

Later that evening, I found myself standing naked in the
same room surrounded by all of the Ecbrights, my parents and
my sister, as Dad briefed everyone on my punishment.  My
sister however, was the one who voiced the obvious hope of
the girls; "Daddy does that mean, if he...his thingy gets
stiff, I can spank him on the spot without asking you or
Mommy?"

"It called a penis, Jane, and yes you girls have permission
to punish him if he can't control himself.  Furthermore, I
don't want him left alone for a single minute, until he DOES
lean to control himself.  I will not have a Dirty, Nasty son
in my house.  Your Mother and I will have to rely on you
girls for your help, we can't keep an eye on him all the
time.  Johnny needs your help to learn to control himself, I
know you all love him and hope you are willing to help him
in this."

Four girls, all voiced their readiness to help me lean and
told our parents that they loved me and were concerned about
my welfare.  (It was BS but it was what the parents wanted
to hear.)

Shortly, the girls left the room and I spent the next hour
getting lectured by both sets of parents about how
inappropriate my behavior had been and that I should
concentrate on  leaning to control myself.  The girls were
in my sister's room discussing how to implement my
supervision and teach me that control.

When it was time for me to go to bed, I was confronted by
the girls in my room.  "Johnny, we all love you and want to
help you, so we will do everything we can to get you through
this.  You know you are not allowed to touch yourself down
there, so for tonight, we will tie your hands behind you so
that you can't do that.  Tomorrow, we will figure out some
other way to work this out."  Vicky then quickly took a
piece of cord and tied my hands behind my back, then led me
to the bed and covered me.  Each girl gave me a 'goodnight
kiss' then left the room, turning off the lights, leaving me
to wonder what the hell I had gotten into.

Chapter 2 – The Ordeal Begins

The next morning I awoke to find my bed surrounded by four
smiling girls.  My sister, pulled the covers from me and
said, "Come on sleepyhead, time to get up!"

Vicky then informed me that our Mothers were working at the
Church charity sale today and that she had been left in
charge.  Without further discussion I was pulled from bed
and stood beside it.  All for girls then sat on the bed
looking at me.  My hands were still tied behind my back and
I was on full display to their young eyes.

I should point out that I was small for my age, at 11 I was
only 5'1" and skinny.  Three of the four girls were bigger
than me physically.  Vicky about 5'4", Nancy 5'3", Debbie
5'2" and my sister although two years younger than myself
was the same height as I was.  In short, they could
physically dominate me with no problem.

"First off," Vicky started, "you are going to get a bath,
then you have some chores to do; that should get us to about
lunch.  After lunch we will start helping you learn self
control and will probably be at it all afternoon," she
finished with a big smile.

"I...I need to go to the bathroom..." I weakly responded, my
bladder had realized I was up, it was full, and needed to be
emptied.  I was fidgeting as I stood, crossing my legs to
keep it in; the girls however, just watched me fidget and
smirked.  Jane started a discussion with Nancy as to what
order the chores should be done in and Debbie and Vicky just
watched me, occasionally looking over at the other girls. 
After about 5 minutes, I dribbled a drop or two.

"PLEASE!  I NEED TO GO NOW!" I yelled with tears welling in
my eyes.

Debbie jumped up and quickly guided me across the hall to
the bathroom and stood me before the toilet, I leaked a few
more drops into the bowl as she positioned me.  "Please
untie me so I can go," I pleaded.

Instead of untying me, she just reached down around me from
behind and grasped my penis with her right hand and pointed
it towards the bowl.   "Well go ahead!" she said almost in a
whisper in my ear.

"I can't..." I sobbed, "Not with you here....and certainly
not with you holding it..."

Debbie wrapped her left hand around my stomach and pressed
her body up against my back as she continued to hold my cock
pointed at the bowl.  Her left hand was pressing against my
stomach and making circles massaging it.  "Come on Johnny,
you know you want to go, and I've always wondered what it
was like for a boy to pee, so just go, and we'll both get
what we want," she said almost purring in my ear then kissed
my neck.

Her pressing against my full bladder, did the trick, and
soon I was gushing pee into the bowl, her hand guiding my
cock as she held it her thumb and two fingers.  The fingers
were on the underside, and she could feel the fluid flowing
through, "That feels really strange," she murmured in my ear
as she continued to direct the flow into the bowl.

When the flow finally stopped, she continued to hold me
against her, her left hand wandering over my front as she
continued to hold my cock in her right.  Being a healthy
young boy, my cock decided it liked being held by a 10 year-
old girls soft hand and started to respond.  When it was
about half erect, she realized what was happening and let
go; then pushed me towards the bathtub.  "Time for your bath
Big Boy," she said with a smirk, and turned on the water to
fill the tub.

She stood me in the tub as the water filled and I looked
into her eyes and asked, "Aren't you going to untie me?"

"Not just yet..." was the reply as she adjusted the water
temperature.

When she shut off the water, and told me to sit, I looked
back at the doorway and saw three smiling girls standing
there leaning against the door jambs and wall.  "That was
interesting," my sister commented, "I get to hold it next
time he has to go..."  I then realized that they had all
watch me pee with Debbie holding my cock and turned bright
red from the humiliation.  

"Oh look, Johnny's embarrassed, that makes it even better,"
Nancy said with a giggle as she nudged her elbow into her
older sister's side.

For the next half hour I was thoroughly washed by the girls,
each of whom needed to participate.  My cock, balls and ass
have never been so clean as they were that day.  Vicky was
the last to wash me and by the end of her cleaning of my
cock it was stiff as board, all four inches pointing out and
up, straining and throbbing.  Unfortunately she stopped
before I could climax and just left me standing in the water
still with hands tied and cock hard.

Vicky helped me out of the tub and stood me so two girls
could dry me with towels.  When they were done, I was still
'at attention' and Vicky flicked it with her finger causing
it to slap against my belly.  "I guess," she said with a
faked sigh, " We are just going to have to learn the
'control' part earlier..." and led me back across the hall
to my bedroom.

When we got to my room, I saw my desk chair had been moved
to the center of the room facing the bed.  Vicky sat down on
the chair and Nancy helped her guide my to a position laying
across her lap.  She was wearing shorts and I soon found my
little hard cock trapped between her smooth inner thighs as
she gripped be around the waist with one arm and rested her
free hand on my still damp behind.  The other girls sat
side-by-side on my bed three feet away in front of us.

"Now Johnny, you know your current condition is
inappropriate in the presence of us innocent girls," Vicky
snickered as her free hand caressed my butt.  "You also know
we are to punish you whenever that happens..."  Without
further words, she landed ten hard spanks on my behind, and
I was quickly kicking and screaming.  Vicky lifted my chest
and Nancy slid onto the chair and I was repositioned as
before, only now two girls held my legs to keep them still. 
Nancy didn't say anything, just proceeded to wail into my
behind with another ten spanks; Debbie was next and although
her spanks weren't as hard, my behind was already tender
from the last 20.  By the time my Sister took her place, I
was crying like a baby and blubbering for them to stop that
I had had enough.  Jane must have taken pity on me as her
spanks were the lightest of the lot.  By the time she was
done, I was totally broken, a whimpering mess.  When they
stood me up, they all took note that my erection was gone,
just my limp two inch boy penis hanging there.

After a half hour of 'corner time' my hands were untied and
they led me to the kitchen for breakfast.  I stood at the
kitchen counter to eat as sitting at point was out of the
question.  The girls sat at the table and watch me, but
carried on a conversation as if I weren't there.

Vicky told me to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen and
after I started, told me that she and Nancy had chores to do
at home, but that Debbie and Jane would supervise me and
that if I gave them any problems, she was only seconds away. 
After the kitchen I was told to run the sweeper and dust in
the living room.  While I worked away, the two girls just
sat close by and watched, pointing out any spots I missed. 
"Deb...this is great!" my little sister commented, "I don't
have to do any housework as long as he's being punished!"

After finishing the dusting and putting a load of laundry in
the washer, I was told that I was to clean Jane's room next. 
"But I never have to clean YOUR room, I'm not even allowed
in there..." I protested.

"Things have changed!" she said with a snarl, "You do what
WE tell you...OR ELSE!" and emphasized the point with a swat
at my still tender behind.

"OK," I softly replied, "I just didn't know..." and headed
down the hallway towards her room.  Inside, I was directed
to change the sheets, dust and take her dirty clothes to the
laundry.  When returning from the laundry room I suddenly
had to pee again and started for the bathroom.

"Just where do you think you're going?" I heard Debbie say
from behind me.

"Uh, I have to pee..." I said with a whimper.

"Then you are to tell us.  You are not allowed to touch
yourself down there, so one of us will ALWAYS have to be
present and supervise you!" she responded.

"Uh OK...I Debbie...I, UH....have to pee..." I said as my
face turned bright red.

"OK Johnny....Jane your brother has to pee....It's your
turn..." she shouted down the hallway.

"Great!" my sister shouted back as she bounded from her room
to meet us in the hall outside the bathroom.  Jane quickly
led me inside and stood me in front of the bowl, then told
me to put my hands on top of my head, and moved in behind me
just like Debbie had done.  Reaching around me she grasped
my penis in hand and resting her head on my shoulder said,
"whenever you're ready brother."

It took some mental concentration to get the pee flowing
with my sister holding my cock, but eventually it started
and once it did I just let go.  "This is SO cool!" I heard
my sister say behind me.  When it finally stopped, she move
her fingers tightly from the base of my cock towards the tip
several times, 'milking' the last of the pee from it. Her
milking had me half hard before she let go and I was getting
really worried. Then as if this was totally normal just let
go and stepped to the sink and washed her hands and turned
around smiling at me. "GOOD BOY!" she said and turned to go
back to her room.

It was time for lunch, which I was expected to prepare.
Chapter 3 – Self Control Lessons

After cleaning up from lunch, the other two girls returned
and we all assembled in the living room.  Vicky was sitting
in my Dad's 'Easy Chair' Jane and Debbie on the Couch and
Nancy took my Mother's chair.  I was left standing in the
middle of the room, waiting for them to tell me what I was
to do.

As I was standing there, my hands drifted towards my
privates to cover up, if even just a little; I was VERY
nervous.  "Hand at your sides!" Nancy directed as she
slapped at my hands; "NO TOUCHING!  NO HIDING!  You have
NOTHING to hide from us!"  I quickly responded, putting my
hands behind me, not just at my sides, so I was on full
display to them.  "GOOD BOY!" Nancy responded and patted my
leg.

As usual Vicky took the lead, "OK Johnny, here is the
situation.  You are under punishment for a month and taking
care to supervise you is a full time job.  We don't want to
waste a month of our vacations with all of us watching you
all the time, we've worked out a schedule for after today. 
Each day one of us will be in charge of you and supervise
EVERYTHING you do.  The rest of us will go about our normal
lives doing what we normally would do.  In payment for
taking care of you, you will be required to do not only your
own chores but any assigned to your caretaker.  You will do
whatever your caretaker tells you or you will be punished by
all of us that evening.  Any inappropriate displays will be
handled by your caretaker immediately with punishment.  You
are here to learn self control and we will see to it that
you DO learn.  Understood?"

"Yes...Yes Vicky," I stammered.

"Now about your nighttime problem," She continued, "The only
way we can assure that you follow the 'no touching' rule at
night is to make sure, you can't get at it to touch it.  So
you will be diapered each night before bed time and these
mittens (holding them up) will be on your hands so that you
can't get un-diapered or otherwise play with yourself.  We
know boy like to do that, and THAT is a no-no in your case. 
I went to the library this morning and did some reading on
your problem and it seems that sometimes erections occur
without the proper stimulus; those are the ones we are here
to stop.  If it happens as a DIRECT result like the one this
morning in the bath due to our manipulation, then those are
OK; sorry about spanking you for something you couldn't stop
happening... Any OTHER cause however, will result in a
spanking.  Got IT?"

"I...I think so...uh...I will be diapered to prevent me from
playing with myself.  One of you will supervise me each day. 
I am to do her chores in addition to my own.  If I disobey,
I get spanked.  If I uh...get...hard because one of you
touch me there...it...it's OK....but...if...if it's hard
otherwise....I...I get spanked."

"Very good, now come over here and stand in front of me."
Vicky Directed.

It was with trembling legs that I moved over in front of her
and stood with hands behind my back.  Vicky place me before
her, standing with legs spread so that my boy parts were
right before her at eye level and proceeded to thoroughly
inspect them, probing my balls and penis, as the other girls
circled around us to get a better view.  In short order I
was hard and sticking out towards her.  Her fingers working
me caused shudders to pass through me and I was quickly
losing control of it.  "I...I'm sorry..." I whimpered.

"Sh...It's OK Johnny, I caused it..." she said in a soothing
voice, as she continued to slowly stroke up and down my hard
member and probing by small balls in their sack between my
legs.  In short order, I came, my whole body racked with a
jolt as I climaxed.  It was a 'dry' cum as I wasn't old
enough to shoot sperm yet, but it got all of them excited at
the reaction she gotten to just handling my boy parts.

"Wow! That was something!"  Debbie observed.  "Now we know
why boys like to play with themselves!"

"Can I try it?" My Sister asked.  Before anyone could
answer, she just reached out and started stroking my still
hard little cock, and with it pulled me around to face her. 
After a couple of minutes I came again and all of them
marveled at how my whole body shook with the climax.

Jane was followed by Nancy and Debbie and by the last girl I
was on the floor unable to stand any longer.  My cock was
also getting a little sore from all the handling and rubbing
without any lubrication.  But I loved every minute of it.  I
had never had a orgasm like those in my life and never had
anyone do it to me.  It was great!  Maybe this wasn't going
to be so bad after all.  By the time they were done, I was
completely exhausted and didn't even know that they had
carried me to my room and put me in bed.  

I awoke to find my sister sitting on the edge of my bed,
playing with my hair.  "Hey sleepy...Mom says dinner is just
about ready...you gotta to get up."

Jane then escorted me to the bathroom, where as was now
'standard' she held my cock for me while I peed.  Then I
washed my face and hands and we proceeded to dinner.

Mom and Dad asked my sister how things went today and she
reported on the plan the girls had devised; including the
diapers and mittens for nighttime and the division of labor
among the girls.  Mom thought they were very inventive and
ruled that they would have 'full charge' of me and that she
and Dad wouldn't have to be concerned with the matter.

That evening all the girls assembled in my room and Vicky
showed them how to secure me for the night.  Somehow she
managed to get eight diapers on me, they were so thick I
couldn't even come close to closing my legs.  The mittens
were actually winter gloves with buckled straps around the
wrists.  Once secured, there was no way I could remove them
myself.  Once 'secured' for the night all the girls gave me
a goodnight kiss and Debbie said she would see me in the
morning as tomorrow was 'her' day.

Chapter 4 – Debbie In Charge

I woke the next morning with a small hand shaking my
shoulder.  "Time to get up Baby Johnny," said a soft voice. 
When I opened my eyes, there staring back was cute little
Debbie from next door, big brown eyes and long brown hair
framing her face.  "Come on, time to get your diaper off..."
she said with a big smile.

Suddenly I realized this wasn't a dream, it was real, here I
was in diapers, hands closed in mittens and about to be
under the total supervision of a girl younger than myself.  

Debbie just pulled back the covers and then without warning,
slip her fingers under the edge of the diaper.  "Oh my...you
are a baby...all wet...good thing you had diapers on..."

I could now feel what she was talking about.  I had wet my
diaper.  I hadn't had a bedwetting incident for years...what
was happening?"

Debbie pulled on my legs and turned me around so that I was
facing her, legs over the edge of the bed.  Then quickly
started un pinning the dozen safety pins hold the 8 diapers
tightly around my body.  When the last pin was open she
picked up my feet and shoved my legs back towards my chest
so that my knees were almost to my head; then pulled the
center of the diaper down exposing me fully.  "Stay just
like you are," she ordered and left the room, only to come
back almost immediately carrying a washcloth and some
lotion.  "Don't want our baby to get a rash, do we?" she
said with a grin, and knelt between my raised and spread
legs.  
She quickly washed my groin and bottom with the cloth and
the poured a big glob of lotion into her hand and then
slowly began spreading in onto my cock, balls, ass and
pelvic region.  She worked with both hands, one on top and
one on the bottom, massaging the lotion into me; needless to
say my 11 year-old pecker responded to the warm feel of
these 10 year-old hands and was soon standing up for her. 
"I like it better like that." She declared and suddenly
stopped leaving me stiff and frustrated.

"Breakfast time bucko," she said and grabbed one of my hands
and pulled me to my feet, leading me out of the room and
down the hallway, my stiffy bobbing and weaving as I walked.

In the kitchen my sister was sitting at the table when we
arrived and looked straight at my stiff member, then looked
at Debbie with a raised eyebrow.  "It's OK Jane, I did it,"
Debbie answering her unasked question; "besides I like it
better this way."

"Whatever..." Jane responded, "It's your day to deal with
him."  And having finished her cereal just got up and left
the table, leaving her used bowl and spoon laying there.

While I consumed a bowl of cereal and two glasses of juice,
Debbie looked over the posted 'Chore List" by the kitchen
phone.  "Seems like your outside most of the day," she
offered.  "Cut the grass in back, weed the garden, take out
the trash, and sweep both porches front and back.  Then you
get to come over to our house and do my chores, laundry and
ironing."

Our house sat way back from the road with almost 5 acres of
grass most of which was in front.  Dad used a tractor to cut
the front but the backyard also held a small vegetable
garden, flowerbeds, and a patio with Dad's pride and joy,
his brick barbecue.  The backyard was too tight to use the
tractor, so it had to be cut with a small power mower and
then hand trimmed around the flowerbeds and patio.  Deciding
to get the hard work done before it got too hot outside; I
quickly washed the dishes and headed for the garage.  The
mowing went quickly as there really wasn't that much grass,
but the trimming was a hand job, on knees mostly and took a
while.  Debbie just sat on the porch and watched as I
labored in the yard. Half way through the trimming while on
hands and knees she brought me a cool drink and said, "Your
getting pink you know, if you're not careful you will get a
sunburn."  

I'll looked up at her questioningly as I already had a
pretty good tan.

She just reached down and patted my bare behind, "You don't
have a tan there guy, and it's getting very pink." Then held
up a bottle of suntan lotion.  When I started to reach for
it, she pulled back.  "Nope!  That's my job...NO TOUCHING
remember?  Stand up."

So there I stood as she with giggles massaged the suntan
lotion into my rear and then proceeded to apply it to my
front boy parts, quickly getting another hard-on for her
efforts.  Unfortunately she left it just that way and
pointed me back to my work.  When the yard work was done,
she led me back into the house and pointed to the bathroom. 
"You're all dirty, hot and sweaty, you need a bath before I
can let you touch the laundry."

I ran the bath water and quickly got into the tub and washed
my hair, face, torso and legs when she told me to stand. 
Knowing that she was going to wash the boy parts, I just
sighed and stood still.  Debbie lathered up her hands and
had me turn sideways and proceeded to wash my front with one
hand and by butt with the other.  As she held my again stiff
cock in her soapy left hand, her soapy right hand was
probing my butt crack her fingers sliding over my hole and
down to by sack.  On one of these sliding trips, her finger,
slid right into the hole and I almost jumped out of the tub,
but was held by her grip in front.  That finger in the back
hit my prostate and I let out a loud moan and my cock
twitched in her hand.  Realizing she was on to something she
moved her finger in and out, up and down until she hit it
again and got another moan and a full body tremble.  "Am I
hurting you?" she asked in a small voice.

"No...No" I croaked out, "Just very sensitive..."

Having found the 'right' spot she kept working her finger on
it and I trembled on weak legs, my cock throbbing and
jerking in her left hand as she managed to give me the
strongest orgasm of my life.  I fell to my knees with the
climax, but she followed me down holding on with both hands
as I gasp for breath.  Shortly, I went soft in her hand and
she somewhat reluctantly removed both hands from my body and
told me to rinse.  

Debbie sat on the toilet and watched as I rinsed the
remaining soap and looking me in the eye said, "Tell me
about it."

" I don't know...it just...well there is a certain
spot....and....and when your finger hit it...it was
like...electricity shooting straight through me...." I tried
to explain.

"But you liked it..." she questioned.

"Oh Yeah!  I...I've never felt anything like That before!"

"Well then we'll just have to do it again sometime.  Now get
up out of there, we still have laundry to do."

After drying off, I was lead next door and down into the
basement laundry room, where while she ran clothes through
the washer and dryer, I ironed a ton of clothes.  Every once
in a while, in between loading the machines, she would come
up behind me while I ironed and would press against my back,
hugging me from behind, and would play with my privates
until I was hard, then would stop and just hold me for a
while.  It was REALLY frustrating!

When the laundry was finished, we went back to my house and
she led me to my room and quickly sat on the bed, and
motioned for me to sit also, then pulled me face up across
her legs, holding me around the shoulders.  We just sat
there awhile, her using her free hand to explore my body
while she gazed into my eyes.  When she had caused another
erection, she grabbed hold of it and held it in her hand
then looking down at me asked, "Johnny, the other day on the
porch, when you got, you know and this all started...
what...what caused you to get like this? (the 'this'
emphasized by a squeeze on my erection).

I was very uncomfortable with that question, but laying
there with her holding my dick, I decided that truth was the
only way to go.  "You," I told her looking right at her
eyes.

"Me?" came the response.

"You....You uh...weren't wearing panties," I said almost
choking and blushing with embarrassment.

"You mean?  Why you naughty boy...you were looking up under
my dress weren't you!"

"Uh...yeah...I guess so." And I turned even redder than
before.

"Well you have to be punished!" she demanded, "Turn over you
bad little boy!"

I quickly turned over so that my butt was centered over her
legs and she gave me a lecture about looking up girl's
dresses and skirts and how naughty I was.  Then gave me
about 25 light spanks, more playful than anything else,
giggling as she spanked my behind.  Then told me to turn
back over and hugged me tightly to her chest, her head
resting on my shoulder.

I then got a huge surprise when she whispered, "You are NOT
to look up any girls dresses from here on....except mine!"
and kissed my neck and cheek, then a light kiss on the lips. 


We just sat there for a little longer until we heard my
sister enter the house and call my name.  "Johnny!   Johnny
where are you?"

"In here Sis," I responded and we quickly untangled
ourselves and were sitting side-by-side on the bed when Jane
entered my room.

"Mom and Dad will be home soon and you are supposed to fix
supper today," the turning to Debbie; "Well Deb has he been
good today?"

"Perfect!" Debbie replied, "No problems of any kind!"

"Good, I'll take over and supervise him fixing dinner, so
you are free to go." My sister  directed.  Debbie just
nodded and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and was gone.

Fixing dinner nude can be hazardous.  While cooking down the
hamburger for spaghetti a spot of grease popped out of the
pan and right on to the top of my dick.  God did it burn;
even worse, I had to ask my sister to put lotion on it, due
to the 'no touching' rule and she was doing just that when
my Mom walked in.  I was hopping about, my sister holding on
to my dick when Mom arrived.  "What the hell is this?"

"Relax Mom," Jane replied, "He got a grease spatter on it,
and I'm just putting some first-aid cream on it."

"Oh...OK...when will dinner be ready?" Mother asked as she
watched my little sister apply more cream to the now red
spot on the top of my half-hard member.  Fortunately she was
done before it could get any harder and it quickly returned
to normal.

Jane put me to bed that night and informed me that Vicky had
the 'duty' tomorrow.

Chapter 5 – Nancy Takes a Turn

The next morning it was a much sterner voice that woke me. 
"Get UP you little wimp, I don't have all day to wait on
you!"  When I opened my eyes it was a mad looking Nancy
standing over me.  She was standing with hands on hips, legs
spread looking like she wanted to tear me apart.

"Where's Vicky?" I asked innocently; "Wasn't she supposed to
have today?"

"Yes where is Vicky?" Nancy spat back, "I'll tell you where
she is...AT THE HOSPITAL!  The dumb bitch fell off her bike
first this morning and hurt her arm, so Mom and Dad took her
to the hospital.  And ME, I was supposed to go the beach
today with my friends; but NO! I'm here and stuck with YOU! 
Now get up you little Shit!"

This was not good; Nancy was pissed off and I did not want
to take any chance of making her madder than she already
was.  I should explain here that although Nancy was the
middle girl in her family, she was the strongest.  She
looked 'pudgy' if you will, not fat but heavy for her size. 
She was taller than me by a couple of inches, but out
weighed me by probably 40 pounds.  NONE of it was fat; she
was the 'jock' of the family, playing softball, tennis,
track, and any other sport that came down the pike.  On
several occasions, she had bodily lifted me like I was a
toddler, with no noticeable strain on her part.  So I
flipped back the bed covers and held out my hands to her so
she could remove the mittens.

Ignoring my hands she just shoved me backwards on the bed
and reached for my diaper.  It was wet but I apparently had
also messed it, which I just now realized as I felt it
squish beneath my butt.  Nancy quickly started removing pin
but when she pealed back the first layer of diapers we were
both made aware of the fact that they were more than wet. 
The smell caused us both the gag.

"God Damn!  YOU SHIT YOURSELF!" she screamed at me as I
turned beet red.  "Debbie told me you were wet yesterday
morning, but this is TOO MUCH!" and swinging her arm slapped
my thigh with everything she could muster.

"Owh!" I screamed "Please Nancy, that hurt!  It's not like I
did it on purpose, I can't go to the bathroom in the middle
of the night when I can't use my hands or get this diaper
off...I didn't even know I did it..."

 Pulling me up by my ear, she re-pinned the top pin on each
side and I waddled with her to the bathroom, where she put
me in the bathtub before removing the diaper.  It was loaded
with shit and it was obvious from her look at me that I was
covered on the backside with it.  Leaving me standing, she
dunked the messed diaper into the toilet until most of the
heavy stuff was off it, then reached for the hand shower
head and turned on the water to spray me with it. 
Unfortunately for me, she only turned on the cold water and
it was REALLY cold.  Standing back, she directed the spray
at my butt and moved it about as I danced in front of her
trying to get away from the cold water.  When she directed
the spray up between my legs the water hit my balls and I
jumped.  She grabbed a shoulder and held me down as she
forced the spray again between my legs and up and down my
crack; then spun me around and hit my cock and balls from
the front.  Both of which shrunk and tried to hide back
inside my body.  I was only usually about 2 inches when
soft, after the cold water, only about a half inch was
visible and my ball had retracted leaving a tight hairless
little sack barely hanging at all.

After spraying me she took a washcloth with cold water and
roughly washed me front and back, the again rinsed me with
the cold water spray.  By the time she was done, my sex was
all but invisible and I was shivering from head to toe.  I
was roughly dried off and sent back to my room with a hard
smack to my butt and a verbal warning of what was to come;
"You dirty little shit, your ass is going to pay for making
me clean that off you!"

When we got to my room, she held me by one arm, while she
pulled my desk chair out, sat on it then pulled me down
across her lap.  Hold me with a hammer lock on my arm and
one of her legs over mine to trap them, she started wailing
away at my behind putting all of her strength into the
spanks.  I begged, cried, plead, nothing worked she just
kept hitting me; I lost count a 50 spanks but she just kept
going until she finally tired, and then she just shoved me
off of her lap onto the floor where I lay in a blubbering
heap.

When I finally came back around, I was lying on the floor at
her feet as she just sat there and glared at me, crying,
trying to sooth my backside with my still mitten covered
hands.

"Stand up!" she ordered and I quickly obeyed, not wanting to
get into any more trouble with her.  Reaching out she took
the mittens off and I immediately started rubbing my
backside.  "NONE OF THAT!  Put your hands on you head!"  I
complied, my entire body shaking.

"You really are a weak little wimp, do you know that?" she
said with a sneer; "Just look at you.  Skinny little runt,
no muscle at all, so scared your boy parts are hiding, hell
you look more like a girl than a boy!  You don't even have
any peach-fuzz down here, as she grabbed my crotch, let
alone hair in your arm pits; you look like a 6 year-old."

Without further comment, she stood, grabbed me by my arm
pits and lifted me up like a little child and swung me
around to the side and placed me on her hip, with one are
holding me in place and carried me to the kitchen.  This
display of strength was too much and I just leaned my head
on her shoulder and cried as she carried me through the
house.  

When we got to the kitchen I saw she had already prepared
oatmeal and she sat down placing me on her lap, then holding
me by the shoulders, proceeded to feed me the oatmeal as if
I were a toddler.  By the time the bowl was empty, her mood
seemed to have softened and she just held me on her lap and
gently smoothed the tear streaks from my cheeks.  "Now are
you going to be a good boy today for Mommy Nancy," she
cooed, "Or does Mommy Nancy need to teach our little boy
another lesson?"

"Yes Mommy Nancy," I replied, obviously she wanted to play
'Mommy' so I wasn't about to argue with her.

"Good now go do your chores." She said as she placed me on
my feet on the floor.  

Today's list was short, clean the bathroom, mop the kitchen,
clean my own room.  I was done with all of them long before
lunch.  Nancy had been in the living room when I last saw
her, so I went back there when done with my work.  I found
her lying on the floor doing sit-ups and after a few more
she stopped.  "You get a break you know, I did my chores
yesterday, so that I would be free to go to the beach today,
so they are already done.  Come over here, you can help me
with something else."

Nancy turned onto her stomach and told me to sit on her
back.  I complied, not sure what was going on, but soon
found myself lifted up, as she started doing push-ups with
me sitting on her back.  I was absolutely amazed, I could
barely do ten push-ups lifting my self; here she was doing
many more and with me on her back as added weight.   Up and
down we went until she counted 50, then stopped and rolled
me off to her side.

"Wow Nancy, you are REALLY strong!" I complemented her, and
got a smile in return for the effort.

"Stand up, " she ordered and when she rose, she grabbed me
by the crotch and shoulder and I quickly was looking down
from above her head, as she used me like a barbell and
started doing squats with me across her shoulders.  Forty of
those and she finally put me down.  I could only look on in
awe at this display of strength by a girl the same age as
me.

Nancy decided she had worked out enough, turned on the TV
and sat in a chair and then pulled me onto her lap.  We
spent the next hour just sitting there, with her holding me
like a child, until I had to go to the bathroom.  When I
told her what I needed she just smiled and carried me there
and held my 'little pee-pee" for me until I was done; then
grabbed a bath towel and carried me back to the kitchen.  

To my surprise, when we got there, she did not put me down
but instead, put the towel on the table and laid me on my
back on the towel.  "Now you stay put little one, Mommy will
be right back with a surprise, OK?"  I nodded agreement,
wondering what was going on.

When she returned, she carried a bottle of baby lotion and a
hairbrush.  The brush was laid aside and she poured a big
glob of lotion on her hand then spread half of it on her
other hand.  "Baby Johnny has been such a good boy today,
that he gets a reward," she said as she started spreading
the lotion over my crotch and massaging me there.  My boy
parts had returned from hiding while I did my chores, and
now were getting a good massage from Nancy and responded
with a nice little stiff hard-on for her.  Nancy told me to
get up on my hands and knees with my behind in the air and
legs spread.  I turned over and complied immediately.  Soon
her left hand was stroking up and down on my little hard
cock, milking it; while her right hand was probing my back
hold.  I felt one finger enter and let out a sigh; when as
second finger entered it was a moan; and when those two
fingers found my prostate, I came; hard and collapsed onto
the table, her fingers still buried in my behind.

"Get back up," she ordered, "We're not done yet."

When I did; she held the brush in front of me.  "Debbie told
me about your 'special spot' in your behind and what it
does.  This is my very most favorite brush," she purred,
"See how long the handle is and has this nice fat end; I use
it to masturbate myself, it's just great and today I'm going
to let you borrow it!"

Nancy resumed her grip and milking strokes on my cock and I
felt her finger at my hole again, only this time once the
finger was in and more lotion had been spread inside, it was
replaced by the handle of her favorite hairbrush.  It felt
huge as it was slowly inserted and I moaned loudly as it
passed over my special spot. Then it was pulled back and I
again moaned as it passed over my prostate.  Nancy then
started moving the brush back and forth over that spot,
while maintaining her grip on my hard-on.  I came and came,
wave after wave of electric jolts jerking my body with each
climax until I just passed out collapsing on the table.  The
hairbrush handle still up my backdoor.

When I awoke, I was on my bed laying across Nancy's lap, her
holding my head and stroking my body.  I smiled up at her
and said "thank you Mommy Nancy, that was great!" then
leaned up and kissed her lightly on the lips.  

"Your welcome little Johnny, we'll have to play some more
some other time." And returned my kiss with a peck of her
own.

Nancy stayed the rest of the evening until my parents got
home, bringing my sister back from some Brownie Scout
function.  By the time they got home, I was already diapered
and asleep.  It had been a very exhausting day.

Chapter 6 – Jane & Vicky

The next morning it was my sister who woke me and like the
others immediately checked my diaper.  I was dry today
however, so she removed the diaper and mittens and led me to
the bathroom, to pee (with her assistance) and wash up.  My
little sister turned out to be the 'slave driver' of the
group.  Once breakfast was done, it was one thing after
another all day, sweeping, mopping, dusting, laundry,
ironing, everything she could find that needed doing.  If I
did not move fast enough, I got a swat on the rear with a
fly swatter that she carried around behind me like a riding
crop.

By the time our parents got home, the house was spotless and
dinner was waiting on the table.  Mom was very pleased with
the house and mumbled "maybe we should put her in charge all
the time."  I remained quiet, that was definitely an idea I
did not want to encourage.

Vicky woke me the next day, with her arm in a sling and Jane
had to help her remove the safety pins from my diaper. 
After breakfast she walked me over to their house, since all
the chores I had been scheduled to do today had been
accomplished the day before under Jane's direction.

Vicky's list was relatively short and I was done by 10:00,
so she suggested we play cards until lunch time.  I never
was very good at card games, and Vicky won most games easily
and finally became bored with the whole thing.  After lunch,
Vicky decided to work on her suntan, I and I had to help
with the lotion since she only had one good arm.  My pecker
got hard as I spread the lotion on her back and legs, but I
quickly laid down on my stomach beside her pressing it into
the beach towel; she never saw it so I got away with that
one.

Throughout the afternoon I had to keep distracting myself as
Vicky in a bathing suit was more than my young mind and dick
to handle with responding.  She was developing quickly and
already had breasts pushing out of her chest, her slim waist
and long legs were just breathtaking to my active little
brain.  So I spend most of the day face down, looking in any
direction other than at Vicky.  I managed to avoid any
inappropriate display in her presence at least she didn't
see them.

Those first few days set the tone for the rest of the month. 
Debbie wanted to spend all her time playing with my dick,
Nancy, playing Mommy and probing my behind with her
hairbrush, Jane just getting as much work out of me as
possible to avoid having to do any herself and Vicky just
playing general babysitter. 

It was a long month, but when it was finally over, I was
tired and very glad to get clothes back.  I had been
confined to the two houses for 1/3 of my summer vacation and
I wanted to get out and around with my friends for a change.

That summer was the last 'naked punishment' for several
years until at 14 I screwed up big time; but that's another
story.

  
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