Chaperoning the Weeblos – Chapter 7
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2007 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved 


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Chapter 7

"All right girls, we want you to take the boys down to the
stream and scrub them down.  We want them looking clean and
bright when we hike to Meadowlands today."  Sam gave
instruction to his daughter and her friend.  "Boys anyone
not doing as Jenny or Mary command will be sporting stripes
on their backsides today, so you best do as you're told. 
Get some towels and follow the girls to the stream."

Jenny approached Dr. Gwen, "You know their penises don't
shrink in the cold water.  They still stay hard so whatever
you're giving them really works.  The little ball sacks get
tight and shrink, but their penises keep sticking straight
out."

"Well, now, that's good to know.  I don't think I would have
thought to check that, Jenny.  That's a good researcher
checking all those variables.  Thank you for telling me."

"Now, do you think I'll get to treat Cliff's penis?  You
know shove that thing in there?"

"I'll think about it.  Maybe we'll let you clean out your
brother's, how about that?"

"Oh, I'd love to do him.  I like to hurt Kevin.  Lets him
know who's in-charge.  Mom might enjoy watching that too." 
Jenny had a glint in her eye.  "Only problem is, if I do
Kevin's I won't have as much to work with.  You know,
Cliff's is so long and all."

"Well, maybe we'll let you push it right up to the bladder
and you can watch the urine seep out.  We'll see what the
day brings," the pediatrician walked to the coffeepot
leaving the excited young girl to discuss the matter further
with her friend.

Sam broke the girls' discussion, "Come on now girls, we need
these boys spotless.  Get them down there scrub them.  Make
sure you get their fronts and holes clean as a whistle.  I
don't want any brown rims.  Here use this toothbrush to
clean the holes of those who need it.  I dropped the damned
thing on the floor of the restroom yesterday and I'm not
going to be putting it in my mouth again.  That's for sure."

"I want to shove that brush right in the twins' holes.  I
mean all the way in.  Especially that whiner, Joey," Mary
was excited at the prospect of exploring the boy's nether
regions with the tool presented to them.

"Well, go ahead, just make sure he's clean.  That's all,"
Sam walked toward the women sitting at the picnic table
nursing cups of coffee.

While the boys were getting cleaned for the day and
undergoing tough inspections from the girls the adults
chatted.  "You know Jenny wants to ream out Kevin's penis
with a swab?" Gwen offered.  "I mean wants is a little tame. 
She's chomping at the bit to do it.  I told her that would
be up to you."

"See what you started with that demonstration yesterday on
Cliff?" Mandy teased.

"Hey, the boy needed to be checked and treated.  I just did
what needed to be done."

"Well, I guess we can find a way that Kevin needs to be
done, too."

"Geeezzzz, Mandy, Cliff had a need.  I mean a medical need. 
Kevin's our son.  You'd let him undergo something like that
just for grins?  What the hell are you thinking?  Shit,
you're his mother for christsake."  Sam was really
uncomfortable at how cavalier the women were about
manipulating the boys' genitals.

"What can I say? We're girls. We like playing with boys'
things.  You know that, don't you?  I mean some guys don't
mind when we nibble on their tips and suck their cocks, do
they?  Sound familiar, Sam?"

"Hey, what goes on in our ‘tent' is our business.  You don't
have to share that with your friends."

"Gwen's a doctor.  She's okay with it." 

The doctor sat there smiling and nodding affirmatively. 
There wasn't a hint of embarrassment at the conversation. 
Sam, on the other hand, was red faced and couldn't make eye
contact with her.

Fifteen minutes later the first of the boys, Ricky and
Anthony, came up the trail complaining at the rough
treatment the girls were giving them.  Sam couldn't resist,
"What the hell are you two complaining about?"

Anthony was the first to complain, "Mary".

"What about Mary?"

"She's shoving a toothbrush in our assholes and scrubbing
them.  It scratches and when we tell her to stop she just
says, ‘Let me do it again and make sure you're clean'.  It's
unsanitary too.  She uses the same brush in each of us."

"Oh quit your complaining.  She rinses it off between holes
doesn't she?" Mandy chuckled.

"Boys, you need to put on your shoes.  No socks.  As soon as
the rest are up here were going to take the pills for today. 
Anthony come over here and let me check something."  Sam
gave the boys direction.  "You too, Ricky, come over here." 
The boys approached and Sam took their semi erect penises in
his hands.  As he rolled them around he noted, "They aren't
as stiff today as they were.  Are they supposed to get soft
like this?"

Gwen replied, "The drug only works for twelve hours.  It's
been almost thirteen since I gave them the last dose.  We'll
give them this morning's in a few minutes and they should be
back to hard almost immediately.  Here boys come over here
and let me feel you."

Timidly both boys walked toward the physician who repeated
the penile examination.  Yeah, they'll be fine.  "You boys
like having erections all the time?"

Ricky allowed, "No, sometimes it feels real tight and it
hurts a little bit.  I like when they're soft better."

"Well, Ricky, the next time you feel tight or it hurts you
let me know and we'll have someone play with it for you. " 
Then fingering his scrotum she observed, "Still a ways from
shooting anything, but I'll bet a dry orgasm will help with
that.  We'll see.  Maybe we need another urethral exam."

"Is that where you put that Q-tip up my wiener?"

"Well, yes, that's only part of it though Ricky." Gwen had
the empathetic look of a concerned physician.

"I'll be fine.  We don't need to do that.  I'm going to be
just great."

"Okay, Son, but you tell one of us if you don't," Sam gave
the boy's bare buttock a love tap and pointed toward their
tent.

After the remainder of the boys had returned they were lined
up for the morning dose.  Each of them took the pill in hand
and it was evident they had put two and two together. 
‘Every time we take these pills our dicks get hard as a
rock'.  Each boy was given a cup of orange juice to wash the
meds down.  Within minutes the phalluses were all at
attention again.  Mary walked down the line with her hand
extended and bounced each boys erection side to side.  She
was followed by Jenny who saw the results and decided to
give them a second swing.

Sam addressed the assembled scouts, "We are going to
Meadowlands campground.  Now, here are some rules.  You are
to walk in a single file line while we go along the road. 
You will keep at least three feet apart.  Now, there will be
many people who want to take pictures of you as we do this. 
It's really exciting to see naked boys your age walking
along the road with erections.  We don't have time for
dawdling, so don't stop for people to cop a feel.  Just keep
walking.  Any questions?"

Joey raised his hand, "Are we going to be right where
everyone can see us?"

"Well, Joey, I'd say the main road through the park is going
to be about as ‘right where people can see us' as it gets. 
And, you boys are not to cover up.  You let your little
packages swing around and air out.  Anyone tries to cover up
and it's butt warming time right there in front of the
crowds.  So keep your hands away from your packages."

Joey continued, "I don't feel good.  I think I might need to
stay at the camp."

Sam turned toward the table, "Dr. Gwen we might need an
examination on this one.  I'll bet his penis needs checking
and for sure you'll need to probe his hole for awhile.  I'll
bet one of Mrs. Carson's butt plugs would help.  What do you
think?"

"Oh at least all that stuff," the doctor nodded.

"Well, maybe I feel a little better.  I'll probably be all
right." Joey announced.

"Oh, I'm so glad, because the people who are making lunch
and dinner for us at Meadowlands would really miss you,
Joey.  Any other questions or concerns?" Carl raised his
hand.  "Yes, Carl."

"Who are the people we're meeting with?"

"Another group of scouts," Sam wanted to keep the fact that
it was a group of girls of similar age they'd be meeting.  
"Okay, then let's get started.  As we hike I want you guys
to sing and whistle.  Remember, hands to your sides."

The boys left their somewhat secluded campsite and were
almost immediately confronted with a road that wound through
the RV portion of the campground.  The sight of the naked
boys marching along and singing "Hey, Lyde, Lyde, Hey, Lyde,
Lyde, Lo…" to keep the cadence was too much for most of the
occupants.  Many left their makeshift patios to run into the
RV's to retrieve their cameras.  Most of the women were
heard saying, "Isn't that precious?" or "Aren't they the
cutest?"  The men were responding with, "I remember when I
was a scout." Occasionally, "Tim, or George, or Bill or
Harry get a picture of that boy with the real long one.  No,
the boy with the long one," as they pointed out Cliff's
gifted appendage. 

Following the trip through the more elderly RV area, they
approached the main entrance for the campground and turned
left down the main thoroughfare of the park.  Cars
immediately began to slow.  Women were hanging out the
windows with their digital cameras clicking away as their
husbands slowed to a crawl and smiled from behind the
steering wheel.  Children had the look of awe on their faces
to see other kids exposing all their goods to the public. 
Horns honked and traffic began to stop as cars pulled to the
side of the road and people jumped out for pictures.  The
boys couldn't look at the onlookers and found themselves
keeping their eyes straight ahead to try to avoid the
embarrassment.  But that didn't shield them from the remarks
and cat calls.   "Hey can we feel them?"  "Wow, Susan, look
at that kid's.  It must be at least a foot long."  "Can we
get them to pose?"  "Can they suck each other?"  and for the
next three miles it continued.  Sam, ever the protector,
ignored the questions and kept the boys moving.  

At the two mile mark a church bus full of older members of
the Pine Cove Baptist Church of Covington, Illinois stopped
and a man and middle aged woman stepped out.  The woman
began preaching, "How dare you defile these children like
this.  This is disgusting.  These children should be covered
immediately."  

Sam had had enough, "Lady get your ass back on the bus and
get out of our business.  These boys were created in "His
image and likeness", are you saying God should be ashamed
and hide part of His image? Our children are beautiful and
there is no part of their body that should be hidden or not
talked about or seen.   You know Jesus probably spent most
of His boyhood nude.  Back then clothing wasn't something
most kids or parents worried about.  It ain't all a nice
little Biblical movie you know.  Reality…" He was
interrupted by Dr. Gwen.

"Sam just go over and stand with the boys.   Let me take
care of this."  He walked to the group of gathered boys with
rock hard penises. "These boys are in my care.  They are
children.  If you haven't ever seen naked little boys come
over and have a good look.  If you have, then what's the
problem here?  Are you afraid they're going to rape you
daughters?  If this is so offensive how is it that all your
passengers are glued to the windows.  Here, have a look,
they're all peering out the window.  If it's so offensive
wouldn't you think they'd have cast their eyes the other
way?  Listen, keep your fucking prudish bullshit to
yourselves, not get your asses back on the bus and leave
these innocent boys alone."  As the man began to read from
his Bible, Gwen turned around and walked to the boys.  In
the background she could hear words like "abomination" and
"immodest" being shouted.  

"Okay all of you little boys stand up and from a straight
line facing the bus."  They did as they were told Joey and
Anthony had begun to cry a little at the pressure of the
moment.  "Now bend your backs so your penises are pointed
right at that bus."  There was a wide opened view of seven
pre-teen penises thrust out toward the bus.  "Now everyone
turn around," the boys complied, "bend over all of you"
again the boys complied.  Joey was crying audibly at this
point, "all of you reach around and spread your butt cheeks. 
I want to see seven holes winking at me right now."  The
boys complied.  Both the man and the woman got indignant and
rejoined their group on the bus.  "You boys just stand like
that until they're gone."  The bus pulled out momentarily
and the passengers turned so as not to miss a think until
they couldn't see the troop anymore. 

Sam took back control, "Okay, guys, we've got another mile
or so.  Let's get going.  Joey, it's over quit crying. 
Those people were jerks, son.  Hopefully, we won't have to
deal with prudes anymore today."

As they entered the Meadowland campground they were greeted
by a group of little girl's in Brownie uniforms. 
Immediately the girls began to giggle and point and the boys
started to block the view of their genitals.  "Remember you
cover those and I'll whip your butts with the strap.  Boys I
mean it," Mandy reminded the boys.  Carol walked forward and
was immediately introduced to Sam.  The boys were lined up
and introduced to Carol and the girls who were still
giggling and pointing at the erect little peckers sticking
out and pointing back at them.

"Our campsite is this way," Carol started to lead the way. 
Once they arrived at the site there were eight tents
scattered over a small field situated by the same stream
that wound its way past the boys' campsite.  "I'd like to
start off with an educational experience for my girls.  Kind
of a discovery learning session if you don't mind."

"No, not at all," Mandy agreed.  "Sam you don't have a
problem with that do you?"

"No.  You girls just run the whole session.  I'll stand by
to whip the fire out of the first boy who gives us a
problem."

"Why don't you go ahead and start this Carol as you have
already got an idea as to how it should proceed."

No further thrust was needed to get Carol to initiate the
program.  "Boys and girls let's gather around the fire here. 
You boys sit on those benches and girls you can sit on the
ground over here facing the boys."

"Boys get those legs spread.  Let the girls have a good
look," Mandy ordered.

Carol continued, "Today, girls we're going to learn about
little boy bodies.  I'm going to give each pair of you a boy
to take back to your tent.  You may touch or do whatever you
want to their boy parts or anywhere on their bodies to learn
things you didn't know.  I want you to write down the things
you learned about the little boys as you feel and do things
to their parts.  I will give each team of girls one boys and
they must do this in one hour.  That means you boys will let
the girls touch and do whatever they want to any parts of
your body.  And, if you don't, Mr. Carson will beat you with
his strap there right in front of everyone.  So a little
discomfort and pain now won't be as bad as if you don't
cooperate."  Carol leaned over her shoulder and whispered to
Mandy and Gwen, "Whoaaa, that one boy is pretty well set
isn't he?"

"That's Cliff.  I'd give him to the oldest girls you've got
with you," Mandy suggested.

Carol grabbed Cliff's hand, "This is Cliff, how about you
two take him to your tent.  Remember you can feel anything
you want and explore however you want.  Don't feel afraid to
experiment.  If Cliff gives you a hard time, let us know and
we'll have him beaten, okay?"  The two little girls were
beaming ear to ear, "You mean we can do things to his thing
and his bag and stuff?"

"Anything you need to to learn, Honey."  Carol reassured
her.  The girls ushered him to their tent and closed the
flaps.

Carol continued, "Okay this is?"

"Carl,"  Mandy offered.

"This is Carl.  You and you take him to a tent and start
exploring his body."

"Next we have," Carol looked to Mandy.

"Kevin.  He's my son." Mandy offered.

"Did you want to exclude him?" Carol inquired.

"Oh, definitely not.  Give him to the roughest two you've
got," Mandy smiled.

"Okay Felicia, you and Gloria take Kevin to a tent and have
fun.  Learn as much as you can about his body and don't
forget his anus, you know his butt hole.  Have fun."  Kevin
was ushered to a tent furthest from the fire area.

And so it went.  Joey, of course was scared and showed signs
of crying.  The campsite was alive with mumbling. 
Occasionally there were the sounds of boys screaming in pain
and many times "ooowwwww's" were heard.  The adults giggled.

"Carol, I brought this backpack.  It's filled with toys we
can help the girls use.  There are seven vibrating dildos, I
have a few men's belts so they can whip them, some lanyards
they can use to punish their penises, and, oh, don't let me
forget the butt plugs." The women flipped through the
contents of the pack as Sam entertained himself turning a
dildo on and off.  Gwen asked, "You did bring some
lubricant, didn't you?"

Mandy unfastened a pocket with a flap.  "Sure did," and she
dumped out several individual KY packets.  At the end of the
hour, the boys and girls were gathered back at the fire
site.  All boys were still sporting hard as rock erections.  

"Carl, why are you covering your penis?" Sam asked the nine
year old.

"It hurts bad, Mr. Carson.  Those girls smashed it between
two logs."  

"Let me see it, Honey," Gwen approached the boy.  He removed
his hands exposing a rather pink penis.  Gwen examined his
package fingering and prodding and looking for any sign of
damage.  "I think you'll be fine.  Penises and testicles are
very forgiving after the initial pain."

One of the little girls asked, "Did we break it?"

"Break what, Honey?" Gwen asked.

"His wiener."

"No you can't break a little boy's penis.  There aren't any
bones in there."

Still curious the girl pursued her questioning, "Why do they
call them boners?"

"That's because when they are sticking out like this if
feels like there's a bone in there.  Doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it was pretty stiff."

"Tent two, what did you discover about boy parts?" Carol
began the debriefing.

"We found out there are two like marbles in their sacks. 
You can stretch those sacks way down and the marbles show
right through.  Like this," the girl stretched Joey's
scrotum exposing the two testicles. 

"Those are his testicles and the bag is called a scrotum."
Carol was interrupted by chatter and laughter from four
girls who weren't paying much attention.  "You girls need to
pay attention.  There will be a test on this before anyone
gets a merit badge."

"Tent three, how about you?  What did you find out?"

"Sharon said her brother's looks different than Kevin's. 
She said his has come skin on the tip, but she likes feeling
Kevin's better."

"Sharon, you feel your brother's penis?"

"Yeah, he's a year younger than I am and Mom makes me bathe
him.  I like to play with his thing when I give him a bath."

"Does anyone know why Sharon's brother looks different from
Kevin?"

"Probably cause someone cut the skin off Kevin's," the
eleven year old girl responded.

Carol took the teaching moment, "And does anyone know what
we call Kevin's kind?"

One of the giggling girls offered, "Yeah, he was cir
something.  My brother's is the same as Kevin's.  We had
this thing called a Bris and all these people watched this
guy from our synagogue came to our house and cut it off.  We
all got to watch.  Isaac cried a lot too when that guy cut
off that skin, but now his looks like Kevin's."

"Okay we call that circumcised.  All of our guests have been
circumcised.  Feel free to look around at the different
shapes and things.  This part in the front is called a
glans.  So circumcision makes the glans be out all the time. 
Nothing covering it.  Tent one, what about you?"

"Cindy pushed her finger up Johnny's butt."

"EEEEEWWWWW," came the collective response.

Cindy picked up from there, "It wasn't so bad.  I had fun. 
I thought I'd feel some poop in there but I didn't.  It was
a squishy and all.  I had to really push hard to get my
finger in there."

"Did you learn anything about his anus or bowel?"

"Well there's a hard lump in there.  I thought it was poop." 
Again, the girls giggled at the taboo word.  "It wasn't
though.  It was kind of hard and poop is squishy."  Again a
round of laughter.

"No, Cindy, it was probably something called a prostate.  If
you like one of the adults can help you explore your boy and
answer your questions as you do.  We'll let you all stick
your fingers in them and feel around.  So next session you
just ask and we'll help you with it."

"How about tent six?  What did you learn?"  

"We squeezed those tes… tes…um…test…"

"Testicles?" Mandy helped.

"Yeah, those.  Susan and I pinched them real hard and he
scrunched up in a ball and screamed.  We thought it was
funny so we did it again.  Then Susan punched him in them. 
He wasn't going  to let her so I pulled out my knife and
told him if he didn't we'd cut them off."  

With that Sam raised his eyebrow and looked a Mandy as if to
say, this was a bad idea.  Noting the apparent upset with
her male counterpart Carol chastised the girls emphatically, 
"Crystal, please don't do that again.  You squeeze or punch
all you want but don't you ever threaten to cut them off
again.  Is that understood by all of you.  No, cutting of
anything!"

"I wouldn't have done it, but he didn't know." Crystal tried
to salvage her kinder reputation.

"Well, don't even threaten such a thing." Carol reiterated. 
"How about you tent five, what did you learn?" 

"We took turns rubbing this hard thing."

"You mean his penis?"

"Yeah, but my father calls it a peter."

"Well that's slang.  It's real name is penis.  We'll call it
penis while the boys are here."

"Well anyway, we rubbed it a lot, cause we liked how it
feels and he got the shivers and came right up off the floor
two or three times.  Didn't you Kevin?"

Kevin embarrassed at such open sharing of intimacy nodded
with his head down.

"He said we could do that some more if we wanted.  At first
he wouldn't let us touch him there, but I told him we were
going to tell and he spread his legs apart so we could. 
Anyway, we learned if you rub that penis enough it makes the
boy make groan noises and shiver.  It was kind of fun wasn't
it Karen?"

Karen nodded her agreement.  "Yeah, I can't wait to try some
of the other stuff though.  I want to stick my finger inside
him.  That sounds real fun!"

"Okay, moving right along what about tent seven?  You girls
had Cliff.  What did you do?"

"We rubbed it for awhile and Cathy put it in her mouth to
see if she could bite it.  She did and he didn't like that. 
She bit the tip real hard to see if it chewed like a piece
of rubber and he just tried to get her to stop.  I just
laughed.  Anyway, then we whipped it with our whistle
lanyards.  He kept saying ouch but we kept whipping it.  It
bounced every time the lanyards wrapped around it.  Then we
tried to push a pen into the hole in the tip and he started
crying, so we stopped.  We had it in this far too," she held
her fingers about an inch apart. "It was getting hard to
force it in there."  Cliff sat still  with redded watery
eyes from the ordeal. "We wanted to see if we could make pee
come out."

"Okay girls you need to go get your roasting sticks.  We're
going to try something different today.  It'll be a treat
for you and a treat for the boys.  Get your sticks."  The
girls went to their tents and each returned carrying three
foot tapered sticks starting at about a half inch thick and
tapering to a sharpened tip of about a quarter inch.  "Now
each team should cook a marshmallow.  Stick it in the fire
like this, let it catch fire, blow it out, and then take it
off the stick and push it on the penis tip of the boy you've
been assigned.  It might be a little hot for them, and they
may scream a little but just ignore.  They won't be so hot
as to make a permanent burn.  Cliff, come here," the well
endowed boy walked slowly to the lady who was igniting a
marshmallow.  It blackened and she withdrew it from the
fire.  It continued to burn.  She blew it out and before it
could cool slid it off the tip of the stick and quickly
shoved it onto the glans of Cliff's penis.  Cliff let out
with and "ooucchhh, oooucccch," and then calmed down
somewhat.  Then she pointed at Joey Benoit.  "You, Joey,
come over here and I want you to eat the marshmallow off
Cliff's penis.  Get at it."  Tearfully the child approached. 
Dropping to his knees he opened his mouth, closed his teeth
around the boy's glans, and pulled backward as the
marshmallow slid off.  "Now chew it up and swallow it."  He
did as he was told.

"Ooooo," one of the little girls observed, "there might have
been some pee on it.  Yuck!"

"Yes there may have been, but it won't hurt him.  Now, Joey,
lick it clean get all the sticky stuff off with your tongue. 
Don't use your hands, just your tongue.  Get to licking." 
The long penis bounced around as Joey tried to clean up
after himself.   Now, here's what we're going to do.  We're
going to give each of you six marshmallows and we're going
to have your boy stand where Cliff is.  You have to cook
marshmallows one at a time and put them on your boy's penis. 
Then each of the other boys must clean his penis of a
marshmallow with his hands behind his back.  We will time
each boy's licking times.  Then when the boy thinks he's
cleaned the penis of his fellow scout, he will raise his
hand and an adult will inspect it to see if all the sticky
stuff is off.   The boy whose times add up to the slowest
will be whipped by you using your roasting stick on his bare
bottom two times each.  So let's give it a go.  Each boy
will eat six marshmallows off six of his fellow scouts
penises, and the slowest gets whipped with roasting sticks
by each of you girls."

"Cliff you are already in position, so yours will be the
first penis to be cleaned by each of your friends here. 
Kevin, you're the next licker.  Get ready set, go," she
clicked the watch and the girls began cooking the sweet
penis cap.  Once on fire they twirled it, blew it out, slid
it off and shoved it on the Cliff's glans.  Again he
expressed his hurt from the hot sticky cap.  Immediately
Kevin began the clean up.  It was difficult to lick the tip
clean as it kept moving to avoid the extended tongue.  When
he felt he'd finished, he held up his hand.  Carol clicked
off the watch.  

"Mandy does it feel clean to you?" Carol asked.  

Mandy felt the glans, "Yes, I think it's pretty clean.  Wet
but clean." 

"Okay write Kevin's name down and put 47 seconds as his
first cleaning.  Anthony you're next.  Kneel down in front
of Cliff.  Ready set, go," click.

Each of the boys had licked a marshmallow off every other
boy's penis.  The adults tallied the times with a great deal
of interest.  The boys waited apprehensively for the
results.  Carol came forward with the results, "Okay the
quickest licker was Kevin.  He cleaned everyone's penis in
three minutes and seventeen seconds.  Well done Kevin.   And
the slowest licker was, Joey Benoit.  So Joey come over
here, girls get  your sticks."  Joey predictably started to
cry.  "Bend over this picnic bench young man.  Jenny and
Mary would you hold him in place this is going to hurt a
lot."  The girls obliged the bossy scout leader and held
Joeys head and trunk down on the bench.  "Now girls, you
need to be in proper position.  Stand beside the boy.  Swish
your stick through the air to hear the whistle.  The place
the stick right where you want it to hit, bring it all the
way back and…" there was a humming sound as the leader
demonstrated the swing and a snap when it hit Joey's
buttocks.  The boy wiggled and let out a high pitched
scream.  See this is called a tram line.  It's a welt the
stick made come up on his butt.  Now, each of your girls,
give him two good ones.  Line up and let's get done with
this."  As she passed Joey she patted his bare ass and said,
"Don't worry too much son.  They aren't as good at it as I
am."

The first girl smiled broadly as she took her position
beside the boy.  Mimicking her leader she swished the stick
through the air twice, quickly took aim and brought her
stick to rest across the two globes.  It wasn't a good
stripe but none the less elicited a grunt from the crying
boy.   Her second swat was much better and caused the boy to
shift his weight.  The other six boys sat with legs spread
and watched.  Two of them were unconsciously stroking
themselves for comfort during the ordeal.





"Hey, I've got an idea!  Why don't we have a spanking
training for you girls?" Carol continued her sadistic
rhetoric, "You know if you grow up to be mothers, you need
to know how to properly discipline little boys.  It might be
helpful for those of you who babysit for little boys as
well."   Turning to the boys who were somewhat shocked at
such a suggestion she continued, "And you boys, the one who
has the most decorated backside and makes the least amount
of sound will get a surprise.  So try not to scream while
the girls are whipping you.  Now, girls take your boys to
your tents and start whipping them when you hear the
whistle.  You may make them take any position you'd
like—bend over touching their toes, bending over a sleeping
bag, over your lap, or diaper position—while you apply your
sticks.  And girls, the ones who put the most marks on their
boy's backside will also win a prize so whip them hard." 
Then turning toward Sam, Mandy and Gwen she said, "That is,
if it's alright with you."

Gwen was first to respond, "Well how much damage can a ten
or eleven year old inflict?  I think it'd be okay."

"If we let them do this, you boys can get out of one
whipping you earn during the rest of the camping trip. 
We'll award each of you a ‘get out of one whipping' card. 
But it is kind of educational for the little girls isn't
it?" Mandy offered.

Sam was less enthralled by the idea, "Spankings should be
reserved for misbehavior.  They aren't supposed to be a
contest."

"Well, shit, Sam, you boys watch boxing, football,
wrestling, hockey and all those sports where males punish
males a hell of a lot more severely than this.  Come on,
‘it'll make a man out of ‘em'."  Mandy fired back.

"Yeah, Dad, Mary and I want to watch.  It'll be fun to visit
the tents and see what they're doing."  Jenny entered the
discussion.

The boys sat wide eyed as the girls giggled and whipped
their sticks through the air.  One of the younger Brownies
asked, "How do we do that diaper thing?"

Carol didn't hesitate, "You make the boy lie on his back. 
Tell him to pull his legs up and lock his arms behind his
knees.  Then you've got a tight little backside to apply the
stick to.  Now, if he doesn't keep holding them.  You whip
his little ball sack a time or two to remind him where you
want those legs to be.  We will also be listening for their
screams and the tent with the most screaming will win a
prize as well so be sure you whip their holes real hard. 
They will hate that."

"Dad, we don't want to play this," Kevin pleaded.

"Kevin, it's a girls' game.  You guys can take it.  Just
don't scream or anything.  You'll be alright." Sam tried his
best to put the boys' apprehension to rest.

Ricky was sitting next to Kevin and one of the girls was
pulling on his penis.  He, almost ignoring her fondling
followed with, "It'll be alright, Dr. Gwen is right.  How
much hurt can one of these whimpy girls do?  We can do it."

"Speak for yourself, Ricky," Joey hollered.  "I don't want
to play this either."

"I'm sorry did I hear anyone ask if you wanted to play?"
Mary tried to be helpful to Carol and avoid trashing the
plan.  "When are we going to get this thing started?"

"Right now!  Girls pull your boys to you tents by their
little wankers there.  Just grab hold and pull them."  Jenny
took control from the adults so as to avoid abandoning the
idea as well.

"Okay girls you heard Jenny," Carol got them going.  Little
hands encompassed each boy's erect penis.  There were a
couple of grunts heard as they were yanked to get them
started.  Joey and Anthony were crying at the anticipation
of the coming activities.  Ricky and Cliff were determined
to outdo these girls.  The others went compliantly without
any evidence of emotion.  As the little girls pulled Kevin
past his father, he again tried for a pardon, "Aw, come on,
Dad. Please don't let them do this."

"Just go, Son, it'll be over before you know it."

Each of the tents had one flap thrown opened so the adults,
Jenny and Mary could observe.  It was apparent the girls
were watching how each other went about position their
victims as well.  The preferred method was the diaper
position.  Joey refused to allow the girls to position him. 
"Miss Carol, our boy won't do what we say."

Jenny held the leader back, "I'll help them."  Entering the
tent she ordered the boy into the desired position and then
said to one of the girls, "Let him have one right on his
ball sack.  You know the little bag there."  Quickly the
stick whistled though the air and met the boy's scrotum
separating this testicles violently.  His tears were joined
by a blood curdling scream of pain.  "Joey, no more shit. 
You do what they tell you or I'll let them do that again. 
Do you want me to let them do it again?"

"Nooo, please, nooo," the boy had assumed the fetal
position, held his balls in his hand as he swung his body
side to side. 

"Move your hands and do what they told you.  Right now or
I'll let them give you another persuader." Slowly he removed
his hands and Jenny forced his body to the diaper position. 
"Now hold your legs up." The boy slowly wrapped his arms
around his legs.  "How's that girls?"

"Yeah, we like it.  Ooooo, look you can really see his butt
hole." 

Jenny used the teaching moment, "Yeah and that's where you
want the tip of your stick to hit when you start the
whipping.  The more you hit his hole the more likely you'll
win.  At least he'll make the most noise."  Then, in a
snotty tone, she told Joey, "And, you'll lose".

Carol took her position in the center of the campfire area. 
"Girls when you hear the whistle you can begin the
whippings.  Each tent can appoint one girl to do it all or
you can share it.  When you hear the whistle the second
time, you must stop immediately.  If you whip your boy after
the final whistle you will be automatically disqualified. 
Any further questions?"

The girls were too anxious to get started with the sadistic
activity.  No one had any questions.  Carol put the whistle
to her lips and blew.  Immediately the sounds of the sticks
contacting the bare skin of boys' bottoms echoed through the
campsite.  Momentarily, grunts and screams could be heard
from the tents.  Mary and Jenny sat with clipboards
recording which tent the sounds emanated from so the
quietest boy could be identified.  As could be predicted,
Joey was the first boy to burst into a full cry.  Carl was
giving short bursts of "Ow" "ow" after each contact.  Cliff
and Ricky were determined not to give their punishers the
satisfaction of a verbal acknowledgement of pain.

"How long should we let this go on?" Carol asked Mandy.

"Oh let the go at it for fifteen minutes.  Then we can check
them.  Remember, there are a whole lot of other motherly
activities they need to prepare for like taking anal
temperatures and giving enemas.  I know we don't have bags
to let them actually do enemas, but I have some butt plugs
they can insert.  So let's just play it by ear.  But,
fifteen minutes should have ‘warmed them up' well.  Jenny
you and Mary go around and see if you can't help the girls
perfect they swings, but only the girls can do this.  No
cheating."

After fifteen minutes the culminating whistle blew.  "Okay
girls pull them out here.  Remember pull them by their
little handle and pull hard."  Carol was excited to check
the results.  Four of the seven had tears in their eyes. 
Kevin and Joey were audibly sniffing.  "Pull them over to
the side there and line them up with their butts toward the
adults."  After the boys were lined up, Carol gave the
order, "Okay you boys bend over and grab your ankles."  They
did.  "Mandy, you and Mary and Jenny can be the judges we
want you to select a first, second and third place award for
the girls and then select a first second and third award
from the boys."

"I like what they did to Kevin.  See he had more red around
his hole than the others.  And you can feel the heat." Jenny
felt the girls who punished her brother did an awesome job. 

"Well, they're all hot.  Look over here at Cliff.  He seems
to have more lines," Mary countered.  She rubbed her fingers
across them, "They're hot and they are raised.  Here feel." 
Mandy and Gwen fingered the tram lines.  

"Yeah, they're pretty good.  Looks like I might have to put
some antibiotic ointment on this one.  His skin is broken a
little bit right here."  Gwen pointed out.

"Yeah, and he didn't cry out at all, did he?" Mandy
concurred.

"I want you to look at Carl.  He's pink, but no marks to
speak of.  Yeah and he has tears too, so that will cost some
points.  I think the girls were a little light on him,"
Mandy offered.  Then with a love swat to the boy's tight
buttocks, Mandy uttered, "Looks like you were lucky, Carl."  

Carol called the girls together, "As you can see the judges
have examined all of your handiwork with the switches and
after we tabulate the noise scores, we'll annooooouu… Oh,
my, it looks like we're ready.  The girls who won the
spanking competition areeeee… Tent One taking third place
for the work on Johnny,  second place goes to Tent 6 for the
fine job on Cliff and first place yep, Tent 2 for the
beautiful job on Kevin.  I think the difference is Kevin
made a lot of noise as you beat him.  Cliff kept that tough
upper lift and that lost you girls points, but it gave him
points.  Well Tent 2 you've automatically won a child care
merit badge for being able to adequately discipline boys. 
Okay, how about the boy's awards. In first, we have Cliff
for hot spanking and little noise, way to go Cliff!  Second
goes to Johnny as he was well warmed and little noise. 
Third is Ricky.  I think the difference is Johnny backside
was more torn up than yours Ricky, but you did a noble job
of not crying.  Now, we'll break for lunch and then we'll
get into the medical things like enemas and anal
temperature."

"What's that stuff?" Carl whispered to Kevin.

"They shove stuff in your ass.  I don't know what that enema
thing is, but judging by what they've been doing to us, it
can't be too good."

After lunch the boys were lined up.  Gwen did a quick
inspection to make sure the medication was keeping them
hard.  The girls sat on the ground facing the boys as their
penises and testicles were inspected.  

Carol took the master of ceremony position and explained. 
"Sometimes we have to make sure the boys in our care are
healthy.  That means they go to the bathroom regularly and
aren't running a fever.  Dr. Gwen here has what's called an
anal or rectal thermometer and she's going to show you on
Carl how you take an anal temperature.  Dr. Gwen…"

"When we're working with boys it's important to know how to
measure their temperatures with the least amount of worry. 
Carl, get up on this picnic table.  You other boys watch too
so it doesn't alarm you when you have things inserted." 
Mandy helped Carl into position.

"Is this going to hurt?" Carl asked with a hint of anxiety.

"Not a bit, Honey.  Just pull your legs up like you might
have had to do in the tent a little while ago."  Carl
shifted to the diaper position.  "You'll notice the rectal
thermometer is just a little thicker and has a longer silver
tip on the end of it.  What I like to do is to insert my
pinky into the boys backside just like so to loosen up his
sphincter muscles in his anus and then just quickly insert
the thermometer about his far into his bowel.  We leave it
there for three minutes or longer and then can pull it out
and look at his temperature.  While we're waiting let me
ask, are we going to let the girls do this with their boys?"

"No, unfortunately we don't have enough thermometers, but we
will be having them insert dildos for the prostate activity
later."  Mandy answered.

"Okay that's about three minutes, Karen, why don't you come
up and pull the thermometer out of his anus.  Then see if
you can read his temperature."

The ten year old stepped up and removed the thermometer with
a quick pull.  She twisted it around and said, "That long
silver line inside the glass comes to right under 100. 
Those lines are so close together it's hard to read."  Gwen
looked over her shoulder as she read it.

"Looks like just about normal.  Does anyone know what normal
is?"  Three girls' arms were up and each was grunting, "ooo,
ooo, ooo".  "Okay, how about you?" Gwen pointed out one of
them.

"My Mom says 98.6.  That's almost 99."

"That's right 98.6, but when we take the anal temperature it
might run a little higher and still be normal."  The
physician nodded to Mandy.

"Okay, let's talk about enemas.  Very often our little boys
don't have regular bowel movements.  You know they don't
poop as much as they should and we have to give them some
help.  We call that an enema.  That means we pump warm soapy
water into their intestinal tract to kind of flush them out. 
Now, we didn't bring any enema things along so we'll just
describe it to you." The boys were visibly relieved after
hearing what an enema was that the necessary equipment was
available.  A look of relief that was short lived, "What we
do have, though, are these items here.  These are vibrators
and we're going to show you how to stimulate what is called
their prostate.  First, let's all take turns feeling the
prostates, whata' you say girls?"

"Their what's?" A girl shouted from the group.

"Their prostates.  You girls pair off and find your boy."
When they were in place Mandy began the step by step
directions, "First, boys lay down on the ground, hands
behind your heads and pull your feet together so you knees
are spread apart, just like I'm doing to Kevin."  Once they
were all in a frog like pose she continued, "Now you should
be able to see and penetrate their anuses with your index
fingers like so," she trust her index finger into her son's
anus.  All of you need to do this with your boy.  Go ahead. 
Once your finger is in there feel up toward their little
sacks and you'll feel a little firm lump.  That's called a
prostate.  Only boys have them.  I'll wait until each of you
gets a chance to feel.   Go ahead push your finger inside
them and give those little prostates a rub."

"Eeewwww, hey there it is.  I found Carl's."

"Yeah, I feel Ricky's too."

The girls began giving an excited auditory report.  Mandy
stopped activity, "Okay girls now shift and give your
partners a chance."

Again, there were giggles and excited acknowledgements.  As
they girls continued to trade off and the boys were
increasingly embarrassed as these female age mates explored
their entire bodies, the women walked about and passed out
vibrators to each.  Jenny and Mary were given the chore of
distributing the small packets of KY.  Sam was checking each
of the vibrators for functional batteries.  

"Hey, what's this?  It looks like a toothbrush holder or a
curling iron without a cord.  Those young ladies are
vibrators and for many of you they will become your friend
when you get older, but for today we're going to make our
little boys feel better at least after they feel some
initial pain and embarrassment.  Mandy held up a packet of
KY and tore the top so the lubricant could ooze out.  "I
want one girl on each team to tear a pack of this lubricant
like I did.  Uh, huh Carl you stay in that frog pose.  Get
those feet together, again knees wide, hands behind your
head.  You too Cliff.  Boys stay the way you were or we'll
do the stick thing again."  Quickly the boys straightened up
so Mandy could finish the instructions, "Now do all of the
teams have a torn packet?"  The girls nodded in unison. 
"Good, now squirt some on the vibrator and kind of spread it
around like this."  Sam demonstrated for his wife.  "Put the
rest on your finger and smear it around the boy's butt
hole."  The giggles again started as the girls somewhat
timidly tickled the boys anuses.  "Okay, now one girl on the
team grab the boy's penis and yank it hard straight up. 
Just keep pulling it up.  It's okay if you hurt them a
little so be rough." The giggles were mixed with girls
verbally vying for the job.

"I want to do it."

"No, you can't pull hard enough."

One by one the boys cried out, "Ouch." "Owww, let go, let
go!" "Not so hard!"

Mandy waited and then said, "Yes so hard. The harder you
pull the less they'll think about it as your team mates
drive the vibrator up their asses.  Now, the pullers keep
pulling and the other team member needs to shove the
vibrator in smooth end first.  Stick it right in the hole
and push it all the way in until it gets to this part here
where the switch is.  The boys will not like it and some
will cry but do it anyway."

Cliff jumped up.  "They're not putting that in my butthole."

Mandy nodded at a belt and just said, "Jenny".  The girl
picked up the belt and went over to Cliff and began whipping
him with the belt.  She took no special aim except for the
final two time which landed on his erect penis and tight
little ball sack knocking him to a fetal position.  While he
rolled around holding his scrotum to sooth his hurt
testicles, Jenny continued the barrage of belt contacts
wherever they might land.  "I'm going to keep whipping you
until you're on your back and those legs are up so these
girls and drive that thing home.  I mean it Cliff.  Do what
my mother said."

It was evident she was going to win as Cliff was now
sporting belt stripes on his thigh, side, and chest.  One
mark even graced the cheek of his face where she'd caught
him on a roll.  He quickly shifted his posture as he rolled
to his back.  Jenny kept up the belting as he quickly
resumed the position he was required to be in.  The other
boys took note.

"Now, girls slip those vibrators in the boys."

"Oooowwwwuuuuuu,"  "Oowwww, owww, owww," "shit!", "stop
please it's too big, it's too big"  the cries came from all
over the campsite.  

Mary and Jenny smiled and laughed as they walked around the
site offering help to any little girl who might need it. 
"Go ahead, Karen, you can shove it in further than that",
"Push harder, Julie!",  "Susan, keep pulling up on his
wiener until the vibrator is in his butt,"  "Here Cathy, let
me help you."  Eventually, every boy was impaled with a
minimum of eight inches of dildo.  This activity caused Joey
and Carl to cry.  Finally, Carl had broken down and was
definitely concerned about his body's well being. "All right
girls, there's a little switch right here at the base.  You
need to turn it on.  You make sure, after you do, the
vibrator stays all the way in there.  Suddenly the initial
hum broke the silence and a team of girls began giggling
again as the boys silently stared straight up.

Gwen approached Mandy, "I'm going to walk around and gather
some length measurements while they're being stimulated so
wait til I'm done to shut those things off."

"Don't worry Gwen they're going to stay in there and turned
on for the next half hour.   I'm going to wait and watch all
the flailing and groaning as they all go through multiple
dry orgasms.  The girls will love watching th…Oooppsss there
goes Kevin.  He's gotten off once.  Look, Look at Cliff
there he goes. Oh this is great.  Go and get your
measurements."  Then she turned her attention back to the
scouts, "Girls, girls, leave the vibrators in and on and
listen up.  Your boys are have orgasms.  That means the
vibrators are doing what they are supposed to do.  Look over
here quickly see Ricky, there he goes he's having an orgasm. 
Now we want you to count the number of times that happens to
your boy over the next half hour.  You just make sure to
keep those vibrators going.  You can take the base and move
them around inside the boys if you'd like, you can pull them
out a few inches and then shove them back in rapidly if
you'd like, you girls just have fun.  Oh, oh, yeah, you
don't have to still be pulling on their penises.  You can
let them go now.  But if you want to play with them you
can."

"Mrs. Carson, Mrs. Carson!"

"Yes, Julie. It is Julie isn't it?"

"Yes, our boy is Anthony and he wants us to take it out."

"Julie you and your team mate can pull it out, but if you do
you might not get enough points for your badge, Honey.  I
think I'd just make sure it stays in the whole time."

"Okay, we want our badge so we'll leave it in him.  He's
crying."

"Good.  It's good for boys to cry."

"He said he's going to tell his mother what we did to him."

"It's okay, Honey, his mom and I are good friends.  In fact
we work at the same hospital together.  She likes him to be
humiliated.  And, I know she makes him stay naked so she can
massage and show off his boy parts to other people.  Don't
worry about it.  I said you should do it, okay.  Besides how
would she even know who you are?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

A voice called to Carol, "Hey, Mom, Carl is flopping around
on the ground like a fish.  It's almost like he can't stop."

Carol walked over and enjoyed the sight of the boy's
predicament.  Keep going girls, I think he likes it.  Gwen
gently brushed aside one of the girls and measured Cliff's
penis.  She smiled and nodded affirmatively as she pinned
his glans to the ruler.  

"Just how long is that sucker anyway.  He's pretty gifted."
Carol asked and acknowledged.

"Well, he's at about six and a half inches and for an eleven
year old that is quite gifted.  Actually with the dildo in
there he's about a half inch longer than he is usually when
he's erect.  I'm really loving this." Gwen acknowledged.

"Yeah, that's quite a dick that kid has," Carol mumbled as
both women turned to other interests.  Gwen went on to
measure Kevin, and Carol moved so she could eyeball what the
girls were doing to young Carl's other balls.

Following the dildo competition the points were added and
the winners automatically received human anatomy merit
badges.  The losing boys, Joey again and Carl had to insert
the dildos when removed from their anuses into their mouths
and suck on them for ten minutes.  Both boys were reduced to
tears.

After dinner and s'mores more marshmallows were applied to
penises and again boys were made to eat them off each
other's erect little sticks as the girls watched and made
sure all the stickiness was gone.  Then it was time to head
back.  But not before each boy was outfitted with a butt
plug by the girls assigned to them.  Jenny and Mary
cautioned the boys that, "those plugs had better still be
snuggly inside you when we get back to our campsite.  So you
better be sure you do nothing to cause them to fall out." 
With butt cheeks squeezed together the boys began the three
mile trek home.  Again they were one of the greatest photo
ops any park visitor could have asked for.

"You boys should be proud.  You helped those girls earn some
merit badges.  Because you did, tomorrow will be free play
and rest.  No clothes are to be worn, but you can play as
you like.  Then the day after tomorrow we have the ten mile
hike." Sam announced during the walk home.

"Mr. Carson, on the hike can we wear shorts or something?"
Cliff asked.

"No, son, you're naked all week wherever we go."  Sam was
matter of fact.

  
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