Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy

Mental Ramblings of a Twelve Year Old Boy 4

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Mental Ramblings a Twelve Year Old Boy—Part 4

By, Running Bare

Wonder what’s up. I’ve really got no idea. I hope Miss Ellison isn’t needing more photos for her exhibition? Why, are Mom and Dad calling a family meeting? Not many things both of us boys are involved in. I wonder if Joey’s in trouble. Oh well, I’ll comply with Dad’s morning announcement to,
“Get your ass out of bed, get dressed and get down to the living room. You’ve got fifteen minutes!” Come to think of it there was a hint of “pissed” in the way he ordered it. Guess I’d better not push the issue.

What? Where are my jeans? Shit, the only thing in this drawer is shorts. Where in the hell are my big boy pants? Mom’s screwing with me. I know she is. It’s her agenda. She raves “Oh, those beautiful boy legs. Jack your legs are so athletic. And those knees, such beautiful knees. I have half a mind to make you wear those shorts every day of the year so I can share more of my beautiful boy’s skin. Why are you so shy about wearing shorts? All your friends wear them?”

I don’t know, could it be that you shorten the legs? I mean my friends’ Moms don’t take the bottom of the legs up a few more inches. Maybe that’s it, Mom. Who am I kidding? If she left them alone, I still wouldn’t want to wear them. Like she said, I don’t like sharing my skin with everyone all day long.

I hollered out my bedroom door, “Moommmmm, where are my jeans?”

I know she doesn’t like me yelling, but I’m not going down there in my briefs.

The distant echoes from the kitchen respond, “Put on a pair of shorts. Your jeans are in the dirty clothes. I’ll wash them today.”

Guess I don’t have any choice. I have to either show up in briefs or wear the damn shorts. I feel like a little kid when I wear them. Wonder if Joey’s going to show up nude. After our weekend with his teacher, he just might. Funny, but I think Mom and Dad would be okay with it, if he did.

Better get down there, Dad isn’t very tolerant of lateness. Who in the hell wants to begin his Spring break with a family meeting? Oh, that’s it, they’re going to announce some kind of family outing. Might be promising, but I’ll bet Mom won’t let me take the jeans. She’s breaking me in on wearing shorts.

Wonder if we’re going to have a big breakfast? I kind of doubt it. If we were the family meeting would be in the dining room or kitchen and we’d “discuss” whatever over the meal.

Did Miss Ellison post a download of her highlights? Maybe that’s it. We’re going to preview the naked pictures of us that she intends to open up for the public. That’d amuse Mom and Dad and thoroughly devastate me. I mean my friends and girls at school and just everyone will get to see them. I know they’ll make some kind of off the cuff remarks about my penis like Mom and Dad’s friends and our relatives used to do when I was six or seven and they saw me naked. It kind of embarrassed me back then and now it will kill me to hear those comments. I’m fucking twelve now when do I get to have some privacy?

I left my bedroom. The shorts were no longer an issue. True the bottoms of the legs were at a half way point between my knees and groin, but what can I do. Talk about feeling like a little boy from the olden days.

There was a sudden blunt contact to my back. It was my kid brother racing down the hallway.

“Damn it, Joey, slow down. They’ll be there when we get down there.”

“I’m tellin’ Mom that you cussed.”

“I didn’t cuss!”

“You said the “d” word.”

“That’s not cussing. It’s not a real bad word.”

“Mooommmm, Jack said the “d” word. You need to wash his mouth out with soap!”

Thank God, there’s a hierarchy of cuss words and “damn” is way down at the bottom with such things as “fart”. That soap in my mouth is one of the worst punishments I’ve experienced. It makes me gag. She makes me keep it in for ten minutes. Oh, if that little shit gets her to do that to me, he’s a dead kid. I know he’s just being flippant, but punishing me is nothing for him to be playing with.

“Boys sit down. There’s something important we need to talk about.”

Dad’s really serious. This is kind of scary. Maybe it’s a divorce thing. Oh God, not that. No, I saw them kissing each other last night. They don’t argue. At least that I know about. It can’t be divorce. Maybe, it’s cancer. Is one of them sick. Did Grandma or Grandpa die?

Dad began with a stoic pronouncement and rather weird directive, “Miss Ellison shared something with us when she dropped you off. Joey, I’d like you to take off your clothes. Everything off and just put them over on the chair over there.”

“Everything?”

Now the kid shows modesty?

“Yes, everything. I want you to be totally naked. No shoes, no socks, no underwear—naked.”

He’s so cute when he’s stripping. I love when that little peepee bounces around when it clears his briefs. Oh shit, did she tell them about me playing with his junk? She promised, if I did what she said at the condo, she wouldn’t. Wait, it was Melinda that said she wouldn’t. Miss Ellison didn’t promise a thing. I wonder. Really, it fits. I feel it coming.

He’s naked and hard. If that’s what it is, you’re about to be in big trouble.

“Now, you Jack. Everything off.” Dad’s guiding the whole thing.

“Why do we have to be naked.”

“Because I told you to. Take off your clothes. All of them.”

Mom isn’t saying anything. She’s just watching with that deadpan look on her face. Maybe they want to check us out? But, why? I don’t like being naked even if it’s in front of them. Take it slow, maybe he’ll change his mind. No, t-shirt first. I’m blushing. I can feel my face warming up. Put the shirt on top of Joey’s clothes. If I take the belt out of the loops on the shorts, I can buy an extra thirty seconds or so. Slide it out and put it on top of the pile. Socks, socks next. That was too quick. What’s that lump in my throat? Okay, big move, the shorts. The button and fly were just too easy to come undone. Why do they slide down my legs so easily? Oh, crap my dick is hard. I mean really hard. Now, I have to unwrap it by taking off my briefs? Turn toward the living room window so they can’t see it.

Oh shit, the curtains are wide opened. I’ll have to chance that nobody is going to walk by. Left leg, right leg. Throw them on the pile. Come on dick, go down! Go down!

“Turn around, Jack!”

You better do it. He’s calm right now, but that might not last. Turn around and cup your dick until it goes down.

“Spread your legs and put your hands behind your back. We’re your parents and we can handle any situation you might have.”

So far this is Dad’s show. Why in the hell isn’t Mom doing or saying anything? She’s still straight faced as she scans my erect penis.

“Now, Joey, go over to Jack.” He complied. “Jack show us what you do to Joey while he’s naked. Miss Ellison said you two play with each other when you’re alone. We’d like to see what’s going on. You must think it’s inappropriate or you’d do it while we were in the room. Now’s your chance to show us.”

Don’t you dare. You need to deny it. Don’t cry. Just stand firm and act completely surprised.

“I don’t do anything to Joey. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Your voice quivered, it’s a dead giveaway that you’re lying. Maybe Joey will deny it too. Look at him he’s a bit scared to. Come on kid, now’s the time to be a bit deceitful. Tell them I don’t do anything.

“Joey, go over to your brother and you do to him what he does to you. Show us.”

He’s bold, but on the verge of tears. What are you doing, Joey? Don’t come over here. Tell them we don’t do anything. He’s stopping. Keep your hands away Joey. Don’t touch me.

“Go on. Show us what he does to you.”

He’s rubbing my balls. I’ve never let him do that to me. In fact, that outing with Miss Ellison was the first time in years I allowed the little shit to see me naked. Oh, his hand is so gentle on my ball sack, if I wasn’t so embarrassed, it’d feel good. There he goes, his hand is wrapped around my erection. He’s pulling on it. Not the glans. There he goes squeezing it. He’s stopping. Maybe that’ll satisfy Dad.

“Is that all?”

There’s something in Dad’s question that makes it sound like that was trivial. Maybe I’ll get out of this with minimal damage.

Head down Joey mumbles, “Sometimes he does stuff to my butt hole too.”

The inquisitor was relentless, “Well, show Mom and me what he does.”

The kid was pouting, “He has to lie down on his back and put his feet together.”

The little shit, is not boastfully displaying his package now. He’s definitely scared that he’s in trouble. What the hell, so am I.

“Okay, Jack...” He makes a sweeping motion with his hand to the floor to indicate I should comply.

Better do it. You know what’s coming, but there’s no getting out of it now. I feel so exposed. Mom and Dad are both staring at me.

“Joey, show us what he does now. Go ahead you can do it.”

“Well, he tells me to stick my finger all the way in my hole. He just watches me do it.”

Dad’s voice got much franker, “You do it? Do you like doing that?”

“No, sometimes I get poop on my finger. And, I don’t like to do it because it feels weird.”

Mom finally breaks her silence, “Then why do you do it?”

Joey just shrugged his shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell Dad or me when he does these things to you?”

Again, the boy shrugged his shoulders. “Because, it feels good except the butt hole part.”

Dad took control again. “Tell him to shove his finger in there.”

The kid was shocked, “What?”

“Tell Jack to put his finger in his hole and to stick it all the way in. I want you to make him do whatever he makes you do. I want you to do to him whatever he does to you, too. Just pretend you’re him and we aren’t watching this.”

“Put your finger in your butt.” The kid’s command came out in a confident manner.

Lie, don’t let them think you’d do such a thing to your brother.

“Come on, Joey, I don’t make you do that, and you know it!”

Joey got pissed that I’d insinuate he’s lying, “Yes, you do! You do it a lot!”

“Do as your brother told you, Jack.” Dad couldn’t be any plainer.

Go slow. You’ve never experience this before. I feel the tip of my index finger. It’s pushing on the hole. Maybe I can get by with going in an inch or so. There. Stop there.

“Your brother said all the way. Put it in there and quit pushing my patience.”

Oh, God, it’s all the way in there. It feels strange and uncomfortable.

“Now what does he make you do?”

“He tells me to wiggle it around in there.”

“Okay, Jack. Wiggle it around in there.”

This is so uncomfortable.

Finally, Dad’s reprieve, “Pull your finger out.” Then he pushed Joey again, “Now what does he do?”

Without so much as an explanation the kid says, “Now, put your finger in your mouth and suck it off.”

Surely, Dad won’t make me do that.

“Do as your brother told you.”

Shit, he’s going to make me do it. This is disgusting. Licking shit remnants off my finger. Oh God, it’s awful. Do it quickly. Pull your finger out of your mouth.

“Now what else does he make you do?”

“Sometimes he puts his finger in my butt too. Sometimes, if Henry or Billy are over, he lets them do it too. Sometimes he puts things in there.”

“What kinds of things?”

“He’s put the handle of Mom’s wooden spoons way up there. It felt like it pushing behind my belly button.”

Mom interrupted, “Not my wooden spoons! I use those for preparing food! Oh my God. I should take a wooden spoon to your bare bottoms.”

Joey continued almost ignoring Mom’s interruption. “Once he let Billy put a Lincoln Log up there. It was scratchy.”

“Is that all? Did Jack or any of his friends do anything else?”

“Jack licks my balls and penis. Once he put it in his mouth and sucked it.”

Then Dad ordered the unthinkable, “Jack lick his boy parts and show us exactly what you did. Show Mom and me. After all, you wouldn’t be doing anything that wouldn’t make us proud now, would you?”

I really don’t want to be doing this, but the cat’s out of the bag. I only sucked the little asshole’s dick once, but now I have to show them how I did it? I can feel his testes slide around as I pass my tongue over his loose scrotum. It isn’t as exciting doing this with Mom and Dad watching. Stop and see if Dad forgot about the sucking part.

“I believe he said something about sucking?”

“Dad, I didn’t do that. I swear!”

“Yes, you did! You put my penis in your mouth and sucked it. Remember, Billy bet you, you wouldn’t and you did it!”

“Put your brother’s penis in your mouth and keep it in there until I tell you, you can take it out.”

Even with the fright and embarrassment, that little dick is interesting to have in my mouth. I can feel that little head on my tongue. The shaft is soooo hard and smooth to my lips. God if it goes any further, I’ll gag. Come on Dad, enough is enough.

“That’s enough, Jack.”

I sure hope we’re done here.

“Anything else Joey? Do he or any of his friends take their clothes off or make you do things to them?”

Joey was honest, “Nope, they’re all chicken to be naked in front of me. They just do stuff to me.”

“Is that all they do?”

“Well, when Mom’s not home, they make me go outside naked and do dances on the sidewalk. I don’t mind doing it until the other kids come and they tell them to feel me as much as they want.”

Mom again entered the fray, “Funny none of the neighbors complained about it.”

They didn’t complain because they like it. Sometimes Mrs. Selisse comes over and takes pictures of him with her cellphone. She makes Joey pose, but, what the hell, you two gave us to Miss Elliot to do whatever for a whole three day weekend. What’s the difference? You let her expose me, and Joey, to other kids and she took pictures of them playing with our junk. That’s okay, but me doing it to him isn’t?

Dad’s wrap up began with, “Your bodies are very beautiful. Everyone likes looking at naked boys your age and that includes your mother and me. We are very proud of how handsome you guys are. The being naked in front of others isn’t the problem. The problem is you being so secret about it. What really bothers us, Jack, is you taking advantage of your little brother. So we’re going to let Joey reciprocate.

“Some of the activities you engaged in are not so beautiful. I don’t think the butthole stuff was appropriate and I’m sure neither does your mother. That will have to be punished. The whole licking and sucking stuff is inappropriate. We don’t care how much you touch each other, but using your mouth is out of the question. Being that you just turned twelve, I will chalk it up to curiosity as well, but you will be punished.

“From today on until your mother or I tell you different, Jack, you are to strip naked when you get home from school, you will stay naked on Saturdays, and Sundays unless Mom or I tell you different. While you’re naked, you will be at your little brother’s disposal. He can touch you as much as he wants. He can invite his friends over to play while you’re naked and you will let his friends touch as much as they want. Joey can make you go outside naked, just like you did to him. In other words, it’s his turn!”

WTF? If it was wrong for me to do it to Joey, is it right to do it to me? Don’t dare argue the point. Save it for later. I don’t know though, both he and Mom seem to be pretty calm. No, wait until later.

“You mean I get to feel his thing and make it hard? I get to show him to whoever I want?” The kid had an eager smile on his face.

Dad cautioned him, “Yes, but you be careful. If you abuse the privilege it can go away. Understand? Any of that licking and sucking or putting things in his ass won’t be tolerated. Touching and showing that’s it.”

Mom jumped in, “And, Jack, you and your brother will wear shorts to school. No underpants, just shorts. I know Joey isn’t at all uncomfortable with that. He’s been doing it for years. But, I’m going to make sure your shorts are very short and I’ll check daily to make sure you aren’t wearing underpants.

I’ll bet I can get her to back off the shorts to school thing. If I give it a week or two, she’ll sluff off on it. But what about that naked for Joey thing? He’s really excited about it. The kid knows how embarrassed that makes me. I think he’s reveling in his newfound authority.

When you guys come home, Jack you will go to the laundry room, strip naked and report to Joey. He will do as he wants with you until dinner time. I don’t care who else might be here. I don’t want to have to tell you to take your clothes off from now on. You will be naked within ten minutes of coming through that door. Jack, do you understand?”

“But...”

“Do you understand, me?”

“Yes.”

Dad ended it, “Joey you can get dressed. Jack, just leave your clothes there. You won’t be needing them. Because you have the next week off, you can just stay nude for the entire week. Remember your little brother can make you go outside whenever he wants.”

I never got to make him do that. I could only do that if you and Mom weren’t home. That’s unfair as hell. I know the kid is not going to waste any time before he makes me do that. I hope the neighbors complain. Oh shit, Mrs. Selisse will be over here taking pictures of me. Maybe the cops will come. That’s it the cops will come and tell them they can’t do this.

Mom put in her two cents, “Tonight, I want Dad to use his belt on you, Jack. I’d say you deserve it. Your little brother seems to be the victim here so we’ll let him watch.”

The belt? Can’t say I’m surprised. The belt figures into any major behavior problems. This one will be bad though. Why don’t they just go ahead and do it now? I don’t want to have to be thinking about that. Get it over with. Then again, maybe, if I don’t say anything, they’ll call it off.

“Now I can do whatever I want to Jack?”

The little brat is gloating. He’s already plotting. I can see it in his eyes and that devious grin.

“Okay, let’s go outside, Jack. Out in the front yard, like you do to me. I want everybody to see you naked.”

I knew he was plotting. Look at that mischievous grin. I can’t go outside like this. The park is one thing, but the neighborhood is entirely different. How can I ...

Dad’s booming voice overrode my thought, “You heard your little brother. Go outside. Go on. And, you’d better do as he says! Not so fun when you’re on this end, is it?”

I left the house in a partial state of numbness, covering my balls and trying to contain my erect penis. I couldn’t cover it all. My glans was sticking out from under my hands. Joey led me down to the sidewalk by the street. Now, we don’t live on a quiet road. It isn’t really a busy street either, but busy enough, especially when you’re naked. There’s always a car in sight coming down the street.

“Okay, put your hands behind you and wiggle your wiener for the people.”

The kid’s giggling. He’s enjoying this no end. Then again, so did I when I did it to him. But, this is different. I’m twelve. He’s just a little kid.

“I said wiggle your wiener at the cars. If you don’t, I’ll tell Dad.”

“Come on, Joey. Let’s go to the backyard instead. I’ll let you tie me up.”

Uh oh, here comes a car. Really cover it up. If you do, Joey might tell Dad and that wouldn’t have a good outcome. Just wiggle your dick and maybe the whole thing will pass. More than likely the people in the car don’t even know you. Here it comes.

Oh shit, they’re stopping. They’re backing up.

The middle-aged driver and his wife are amused as is their daughter in the back seat. He leans over and hollers at me, “Hey kid, where are your clothes? Do your parents know you’re out here naked and doing that little dance?”

Joey fielded the response. “Yeah, they said he had to come out here naked, because when they were gone, he made me do it. It’s his punishment.”

The woman responded as the little girl in the backseat stared at my penis. “You sure are a good-looking kid. And, I’m impressed with your boy thing. Nice and long. If I was your mother, I’d make you stay naked a lot.” She grinned.

Joey spouted back, “My Mom said, he’s gotta stay naked a lot as part of his punishment.”

The mother turned back toward her daughter, “See the boy’s peepee? That’s what boys have. That big boy is being punished so he has to stay naked.” The five or six-year-old just nodded. Apparently satisfied with the explanation, they were off.

The whole traffic scene played out for about an hour, until Joey got tired of it. There were two other cars that stopped. One an elderly couple and the only question was, “Do your Mom and Dad know you’re out here naked?” They were satisfied with Joey’s “Yes.” The old lady grinned and they moved on.

As far as the other car, there weren’t any words exchanged just a cellphone photo op. The twenty something year old woman driver didn’t even have to order poses. Joey took care of that by telling me what to do and how to stand. I just got angrier and angrier at him and he knew it.

I’ve gotta get out of the public spotlight here. How do I convince the little shit it’s been long enough?

It was like he was reading my mind. “Okay, let’s go out to the garage. We can shoot some baskets.”

He’s bored. He wants to shoot baskets? He never shoots baskets. He isn’t any match for me when it comes to baskets. Just encourage him. At least you’ll be off the street. It’s a fairly long driveway and people on the street will be watching where they’re going, not looking up driveways.

Act excited so he doesn’t change his mind. “Okay. We can play horse and I’ll beat your ass.”

Dinner was uneventful we chatted. Or, they chatted. I was preoccupied.

Wonder if Dad is still going to whip me. Nothings been said, maybe they forgot.

“Okay, Joey, you can help me clear the dishes off the table. Jack, you can go up and get one of your father’s belts from our closet.”

Well there’s your answer. Games still on. Don’t cry yet. But maybe some tears and pleading will make it go away. I don’t know. Go ahead, all they can say is, it’s still going to happen. There’s an outside chance a good showing will make them change their mind. There you go you got a tear running down your left cheek. Use it. Use it.

“Please don’t spank me. I think making me stay naked is punishment enough. It’s embarrassing. I’ve learned my lesson. Why do I have to be spanked, too?”

Maybe putting it as a question was self-defeating. Maybe you could have left the last part of the comment off.

Dad calmly explained, “You abused your authority as a big brother. You also purposely continued to do something you knew was wrong. Do as your mother told you, or do you want me to choose the belt?”

I don’t know which one to pick. The skinny one will probably leave cuts on my ass. The wide one will cover more turf. The in between one’s? This one’s not even leather, they’ll make me bring it back and pick a leather one. Okay, I’ll take the skinny one. If he cuts my ass open with it, it’ll give him a reason to stop.

I held out the implement of torture and Dad just took it from my hand. We all gathered in the living room.

The drapes are opened and the lights are on. Anyone can see this, if they look toward the house. Do I dare ask them to close the drapes? I don’t think they’re aware of how public this beating will be. Nobody’s saying a word. Oh, there’s Dad’s nod. That means the convicted party needs to bend over the arm of the couch.

I did.

There’s Dad left hand on top of my back. The action’s about to...

Wooossshhh, SNAP!

Holy shit, that hurt. Oh, my God, that hurt...

Wooossshhh, SNAP!

Oooowwweee. Here come the tears. Why’s he wait so long to deliver the next...

Wooossshhh, SNAP!

“I won’t do it again. Please that’s enough!”

Wooossshhh, SNAP!

I looked at my mother. She sat stoically with an air of “this is justice” on her face.

How can you watch this happen to one of your own children? Where’s the ‘protector’ role?

Wooossshhh, SNAP!

God, it burns! Stop Dad! It burns!

Wooossshhh, SNAP!

Then it stopped. I bounced up and with tears flowing freely, I shouted, “I hate you! I hate you!” And, I ran to the bedroom.

After the crying stopped and I’d wiped my snot on the pillow case, I reached around and tried to comfort my flailed ass. I could actually feel where the swollen areas had risen above the surface of my cheeks. It stung and my rear end must have been three hundred degrees. Joey came up to the bedroom and tried to act sympathetic.

“Go away! Just leave me alone!” I sobbed.

He tied again by sitting on the side of the mattress and rubbing my back. I liked it, but I was still pissed.

“Joey, go away. It’s all your fault! Just leave me alone.”

He left.

The burning and stinging would continue for the rest of the night.

The following morning, I had to deal with the bruising caused by the whipping. It couldn’t find a way to comfortably sit at the table for breakfast. Of course, I was sure Mom had assessed Dad’s handy work and she knew it would be at least another day or two before I’d recuperate. I was still grumpy and didn’t converse freely.

“Do you want Cherrios or Frosted Flakes?”

There was an edge to my reply, “I don’t care. Whatever.”

I sat shifting from cheek to cheek as the discomfort continued.

You aren’t going to apologize for this? Don’t you think Dad went overboard last night? Careful, don’t even say it. You know what the answer will be and you won’t like it.

Surprisingly, Joey didn’t show even a remote desire to take me outside to display the stripes Dad had applied the night before. My ass was a mixture of black, blue and red, mixed with various areas of pink. I’m sure it looked like a train wreck.

Maybe the kid does feel some remorse for me.

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