By Stainen
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Copyright 2020 by Stainen, all rights reserved
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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.
Little sister’s take over
How come,
when I was about to defend my my little sister from robbers, that I
ended up, over her very knee, crying, naked and spanked on my bare
buttocks, by her hand? My lovely little sister that always been so
sweet and close to me!
Well, about ten minutes from
home, I happened to bump into my sister just north of Queens Park. Even
from a distance, I saw something wasn’t right. Was she crying? Her
posture seemed different. She kind of kept her arms close to her chest,
while she scurried along the walkway looking down. I cared deeply of
her and of course I got worried and wondered what happened to her. She
is a very nice and caring person and we always got along very well.
Though she is two years younger than me and a little bit shy, I find
her very smart and easy to talk with. When I come to think about it, I
really don’t think we ever argued about anything. Well, this day would
indeed put an end to that peace.
”Hey, what’s happened Taylor? You alright?” ”Brad! I, just got, sniffle, robbed, waaah!” she cried and fell into my arms.
Well, to be honest, it was more like she embraced me. Though I’m
sixteen, two years older than her, she is physically bigger. We’re
actually half siblings, diffrent fathers. My sister and my mother are
both quite hefty while I, unfortunately have a very slim figure, almost
female. My hips is to wide, and of top of that, my scrawny chest and
narrow shoulders really leaves more to wish for. Well, I'm not really
comfortable with my body but with the right clothes I feel alright. My
father, was according to mom also small and slim, so I guess I got it
from him. Though she only meet him ones and never got to know his name,
or who he was, she still remembers him very well. Taylor’s father on
the other hand is a huge black man that’s still around though he’s not
living with us. It’s a little peculiar that mom and Taylor are both
black, while I seem to have inherit most of my physical traits from my
father, who was a white guy, blue eyes, ash-blond hair and skin white
as a sheet. It’s actually kind of weird. People think we’re not even
related.
So there I was, hugging my tall sister in an
attempt to comfort her. I felt small when she hugged me but it was
surely worth it. I really loved my sister. However, something was
different. Taylor’s bosom felt strangely soft against my upper chest.
Yes I admit, though she was my little sister, her well endowed bosom
make me a little weak. I can’t help it but those big, perfect shaped
boobs, I just can’t get them out of my mind! I'm only human. She
usually wears a bra and I instantly felt felt the difference when she
embrassed me. That particular day, she clearly left the bra home. She
went on, ”three girls, one of them, well it looked like she had a
knife, they took, sniffle, my jacket, the Addidas.” ”When?!” I called
out. ”Just a couple of minutes ago.” ”I’m calling the police!” ”No
don’t. I recognized one of them, a latino girl. She’s one year older
than me, goes in West Hills High. I've seen her I their basketball
team, sniffle. I think she recognized me to. It will just be my word
against theirs, anyways.”
I got furious. In school,
to be honest, my hot-headed temper got my ass kicked many times. Though
my week physique, most of my peers respect me. Some of them are even
scared of me. A big mouth and a way to great confidence somehow got me
a high position in the pecking order but from time to time, I get
myself in a fight and I always loose. It’s very humiliating to get
pushed up by a wall and slapped, thrown into a door or punched in the
stomach and leaved laying breathless on the floor. Well it’s my temper.
Sometimes I wish I would think before I speak.
”The
thing is”, she went on, ”I, I really need my jacket!” Taylor had a
white top, no cleavage but her dark nipples was clearly visible through
the fabric and I guess that made it worse for her.
”Sis, tell me which direction those bitches went! I getting your jacket back!”
”I really don’t think you should go after them! You know, they could be
dangerous?” ”Come on! They're just girls. I’m getting your jacket!” ”No
please, just leave it!” ”Wich direction?” ”Well, they went into the
park along that path, over by that old tree but, pleeease don’t go! You
know the latino girl”.
Well, I didn’thear her out,
instead I rushed after them, furious! I heard Taylor call something
behind me but I was in a hurry and didn’t pay it any attention. They
shouldn’t have robbed my sister and I wanted not get them before
they’re gone. Five minutes later I spotted three girls smoking around a
park bench in a remote area of the park and one of them actually had my
sister’s Addidas jacket on. I went straight ahead and walked right up
to the girl with the jacket. ”BITCH! What’s your deal about robbing my
sister, huh? Yes YOU! Give me that jacket NOW!” She was sitting in the
middle of the bench, long black hair, tight black jeans with ripped
knees and frayed hems. On her upper body she wore a short top that
leaved most of her stomach bare. The other two girls were black, one
sitting on the bench curled up against the hold and the third, chubby
and short, braided hair, was standing beside the bench. Right in front
of the Latino girl I reached out my hand in a gesture that told her to
put the jacket in my hand. ”Come on! Leave it back.” ”What the fuck!
This is my jacket” ”That’s BS and you know it!” I answered. Then the
other girl on the bench spoke out. ”That nigga over there. Is that your
sister?” I turned around and in a distance I saw Taylor came walking.
”Yeah, that’s her.” ”You messing with us, huh? That’s not your sister!”
the same girl said, almost laughing. ”Not like that’s any of your
business but we have different fathers, ok?” ”So she’s sending her
little brother, huh? What’s the deal with that! Haha” the chubby girl
laughed. ”I'm sixteen, she’s fourteen, so” long pause, think gestrure
”she’s obviously not sending her LITTLE brother, moron!” There was a
silence for a moment until the Latino girl suddenly reached out and
grabbed my wrists.
I was stunned! What was she up to?
Slowly she began pulling me closer to her. I tried to jerked my arms
free, but somehow she managed to keep them stuck! Her strength! I was
amazed but most of all I began to feel a little scared. My wrists
actually hurting by her strong grip. ”What’re you doing?” I asked
confused. ”What’re YOU doing?” she asked me back, with a little smirk
on her lips, slowly pulling me closer. I was now beginning to awkwardly
lean over her as she sat down. Then she released of one of my wrists
and instead gathered a bit of my t-shirt on my upper chest in her fist,
then the same with her other. She went on pulling me closer, now by my
t-skirt. This was embarrassing. How come I didn’t managed to jerk me
free! I had my hand on hers and tried to bend her fingers up but I just
couldn’t do it! The other two girls was beginning to giggle, they
probably thought if was fun to see me humiliated like this and I guess
I was beginning to blush by now. Her knees, she seem to have quite tall
legs, slowly pushed in between mine and I was forced to part them, let
her knees slip in and take a step closer to avoid falling on her. She
kept her eyes locked in mine the hole time, with a little smirk and
didn’t say a word while she was pulling me in. Then suddenly she pulled
me violently from side to side, by my t-shirt. I ended up loosing my
balance and reluctantly sat down on her knee. This was really
embarrassing! As I sat straddled over her knee like a little kid,
trying to get her hands of my t-shirt, I didn't feel so tough anymore.
With my face, now pulled close to her face, she broke the silence and
with a low calm voice she began scolding me. ”You really looking for a
fight, huh?” ”Eh, eh, well I, umh, well maybe I went a little to far.
Can you please let let me go? Eh, I’m sorry if I offended you.” ”Ok,
tough guy. I'ma giving it back. One condition though. You put it on”
she said.
Well, I thought that was a strange request,
but ok, I said with a trembling voice. She let go of my t-shirt and
pushed me off her lap. I fell backwards to the ground and as she rose
and took the jacket of I, confused and stirred by the unexpected turn
of events, remained sitting. Oh, I must have looked stupid! My feelings
in that moment can be described as a mix of amazement and fear. I now
realized that my sister had a good reason to talk me out of it. This
Latin girl was tall! I didn’t see it when she sat down but now,
standing up right in front of me, without my sister’s large jacket on,
I noticed that she really had a strong, athletic built body, ripped
arms and broad shoulders. I knew my sister was tall, but this girl was
taller. It was hard to believe this big girl was only 15 years old!
Yes, basketball must have been a match for her. ”Come on, put your arms
in” she said and held up the jacket. Off course I did what she asked
and got on my feet. When I let my arms slip in I noticed that Taylor
was now standing beside watching me as I nervously subjected this big
girl. I must have looked silly! Five minutes ago I acted all up and was
about to nail these girls, now I was like a submissive and soft like a
scared little girl. But in a minute, hopefully, this was all going to
be over. ”Hahaha, you’re smaller than your little sister, ain’t you?
You almost getting lost in that jacket. Let me pull up the zipper.”
Looking down at me, as she closed the zipper, I saw her face slowly
turn from friendly to a kind a sinister smile. I should have known that
she was up to something. ”Let me fold those arms for you” she said.
”They’re way to long.” Gullible and little confused, I held up the
sleeves for her. Well, I can tell you, she didn’t fold the sleeves for
me. Instead she twisted them in her fists and made a movement that made
me spin around, all along with the sleeves in her fists. Now behind me
with the sleeves still in her hands she held me stuck. To be clear, the
arms of the jacket was crossed in front of me, with my own arms was
stuck inside. Then she pushed me forward to the ground. It all went so
fast! Sitting down on my back she began to tie the sleeves together.
She had litterarly made made me a straight jacket! She was heavy. ”Stop
it! Stop it!” I yelled. This was so embarrassing, to be wrestled down
by a younger girl, and my little sister saw it all!
I
really thought things couldn’t get more out of hand than this but I was
wrong! Things would only escalate from here. My tormentor rose, walked
over to her friends and laughed at me, as I, unable to move my arms,
was struggling to get on my feet. When I was almost up, the the big
girl just walked over and booted my back. I fell forward, literally on
my face down in the grass. ”Come on! That’s mean. Let him be” I heard
Taylor say, but the three girls just laughed hysterically. I tried
again and got booted down one’s more. My face hurt and I was now close
to tears but managed to hold it together. As I layed down I heard my
sister continue to beg for me ”please stop! Just let him be, please!” I
slowly tried to get up again and now I was trying to speak for myself.
”I’m sorry, just let me go and we forget all about this. I didn’t mean
to offend you.” But as I was just about to stand up, she violently
kicked me down again and I fell on my face. I was in deep trouble and
it was about to get even worse! As I layed facing down and trying to
catch my breath, my fear turned to horror when I felt her hand went
inside my pants gathering the briefs in her hand! Her fingers quickly
found it's way around my briefs, pulled them up and got everything
gathered inside her fist from the hem to the leg ends, ready for a
wedgy. A perfect handle. And then the pull! ”Aaaaah! Ooooh!
Aaaaoooooouuuh!” I screamed! She completely lifted me up by my
underwear and began to carrie me around like a trunk. Oh, the pain! The
worse I ever felt! My balls was getting crushed! My sweat pants was
hauling down lower because of the stretched fabric from the briefs.
Half of my buttocks were now visable. While the girls laughed I still
heard Taylor’s voice ”No, stop it! Let him be! Let him be! Stop it!
Please put him down! Please let him be!” ”It’s to late to save your
brother now. His already made a fool of himself, haha! Just look at
him, hahaha! What a wimp!” the Latino girl laughed. I whined loudly as
I was carried around like a trophy ”Aaaaah! Ooooh! Nononono!
Aaaooouuuh!” ”You can keep the jacket, just please let him go!” Taylor
tried to barging. What a failure! Hearing my yonger sister beg for me
was devastating! The way she always admired me and now seeing me
humiliated like this. It must have been hard for her too.
”You know what? You'll get your jacket back. He got something else that
I want.” A moment later she dropped me on the ground, pulled the shoes
of me and then to my horror she grabbed my pants! ”Those pants looks
like they would fit my younger brother just fine.” Now I heard my
sister’s voice louder and closer beside me. She was crying out for my
sake, ”Nooo! Please don’t! Don’t take his pants! Pleeease nooo!” I
managed to turn my head and see her being held back by the two other
girls when I felt my pants starting to slide. Step by step the tall
latino girl yanked them of my buttocks and by the look of my sister it
was no pretty sight, she gasped and turned her eyes away as my pants
was drawn down. The only thing left covering my butt was now the my
briefs and they was pushed all the way up my crack. It didn’t leave
much to the imagination. Myself, immobilized in that awful jacket had
somehow given up. Laying there on the ground, my almost bare butt
seemed to amuse the three girls a lot and I just wanted to die. My
sister came to my rescue and pulled the white fabric of my underwear
out of my crack. She then in a hurry helped me get me on my feet by
grabbing around my upper body and lift me up. It turned out that my
briefs was so stretched and torned from the ordeal that they didn’t fit
me anymore. They almost fell down to my knees before she pulled them
back up again. The three girls, who just got a glimpse of my butt,
laughed intensely while they watched my sister hold my underwear up for
me while she was leading me away.
It sure it wasn’t
the smartest thing to do but my dear sister then suddenly and unfairly
became the target of my anger and frustration. ”You stupid cow, just
get this fucking jacket of of me! Arh! Idiot!” ”Yeah, yeah, I'll try.
Just let me lay you down first. Like an old crippled, she helped me
down and began working on that knot on my back. After a while hearing
those girls laugh and making fun of me she finally got the knot apart.
I wrapped the jacket around my waist like a skirt and began walking
away with my sister. This could have been the end of my humiliation but
of course my stupid temper got me in trouble one’s again. Hearing them
laughing and making fun of me was just more than I could handle. I
turned around, gave them the finger and yelled ”Shut up! Fucking
bitchies!”
Well, I shouldn’t have done that! A moment
later, yes she was a hell of a sprinter, the Latino girl yanked the
jacked of my waist and while I was trying to fence her of. She got my
wrists in her grip again and I didn’t stand a chance! When she
literally dragged me, back to the bench, my underwear went down to my
knees in front of my sister and all of them. I tried to hide by
throwing myself down on the ground in order to hide my genitals but she
was strong! She didn’t let go of my wrists and instead she just plainly
dragged me on my back, like a sack over the grass. Everyone, including
my dear sister saw my genitals wobbling around as we headed against the
bench. It was a nightmare! I had reached rock bottom! I had never felt
so humiliated vulnerable! Back at the bench she pulled me over her
knee. My bare butt straight up in the air!
I couldn’t
believe what happened. She was so strong this girl and angry! Suddenly
she smacked my butt so hard that only the sound of the impact almost
numbed my ears. It was terrible! The shame! I was being stripped and
spanked by a fifthteen year old girl!
SMACK!
”Aooooh!” Noooh, please!
SMACK!
”Aaoooh! Stop!
SMACK!
”Ooooh hoohoohuu! Gasp, pleeease stop!
SMACK!
”Aaaaaoooooh! Oohuuhuuuuhuu. Nooooh!
SMACK!
In all of this commotion I happened to notice that not a single time
did I hear my sister beg for me. Probably she just gave up on me and
for what I know, she just stood there watching.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The pain increased for each blow and after maybe twenty blows, the
humiliation was the least of my worries. She was really hitting me hard
this girl and my buttocks was probably crimson by now. My poor behind
was hurting like hell! I hate to admit it but I honestly I begged and
wailed like a baby as she continued to spank me. I was a blobbering
mess when she finally dropped me of her knee.
”Now
pretty little white boy, have you learned anything?” ”Sniffle, I,
sniffle, I'm sorry! Please let me be, sniffle, please!” I layed there
on the ground red-eyed, naked from my waist and down and broken, like a
little child. Well, it got worse. ”Hey girls, don’t you think he looks
hot? Why don’tyou help him out of that t-shirt? Just to cool him down.”
The two black girls went on with their task and with joined efforts,
they soon had me totally naked! As if not my genitals and butt wasn’t
enough! Now I had to show of my scrawny upper body too. ”See that
puddle over there? Get his t-shirt really wet and dirty” she told her
chubby friend. I was in shock! This was the worst thing that ever
happened to me.
Then I saw Taylor. Was she
smiling? I didn’t know what to think. I rubbed my eyes to get a better
look and, yes, it was clear. She actually stod there beside with a
little smirk on her face. I looked up pleading to her. She didn’t care
to cover her chest anymore. She just stood there, arms crossed,
watching me and looked quite pleased. Her large firm breasts, rested on
her crossed forearms and her hard black nipples was clearly visible and
poking through the fabric of her top. Me, naked on the ground, crying
and spanked like a naughty little boy. The difference between us had
never been so obvious. She was grown and I, hm, well, tried to cover my
crotch but wondered what she thought of me there and then. Had she
noticed my ”little” secret? Suddenly the Latino girl wrapped her arms
around my upper body and lifted me up from behind. Way taller than me
she held me up in front of Taylor. My arms was locked inside her grip
and I couldn’t cover me anymore. My feet didn’t even touch the ground
and Taylor, she just stood there, not even pretending to look in
another direction. She just eyed my naked body up and down. For a
couple of years I somehow managed to hide it to Mom and my little
sister the fact that I hadn’t entered puberty yet. Sure they suspected
but now it was inevitable. Taylor now clearly saw it with her own eyes,
my bald and small undeveloped genitals. ”Don’t look!” I told her. ”LOOK
AWAY!” I screamed at her but she just kept eying me up and down.
”Please sis, don’t look at me, please. Snort, sniffle.” Though I was
sixteen years old I still hadn’t even beginning to grow hair down
there! My sister on the other hand got her tits when she was twelve and
they got massive! There I was exposed and on display right in front of
her and it looked like she enjoyed it! The other two girls also watched
my exposed scrawny body and giggled intensely. ”Fuck me!” the Chubby
girl laughed ”That’s must be the smallest penis I've ever seen!”.
”Sixteen years? Did I hear him right? Hahahaha! He’s a God damned baby!
Hahahaha! Just look at that little weenie! Hahahaha! Is this even a boy
at all? Looks more like a pretty little girl to me! Hahaha!
”I'm going to forgive you calling me things, well you probably learned
your lesson now but before I'll let you go, your precious little sister
is going to spank you at least five blows, over her knee.” ”No I wont”
my sister responded. ”Come on, I saw you enjoyed watching. Just try it
yourself.” ”No I won’t do it.” ”Ok I hear you, but if you won’t, I'll
spank him myself and this time even w He won’t be able to sitt down for
a month!” ”Well then, If I spank him, will you let him go then?” ”I
told you didn’t I?”
Taylor took my hand and walked me
to the bench. I made a feeble attempt to resist, but I was worn out and
she’s a big girl my little sister. She just dragged me along with her.
The way she positioned me on her knee both surprised and terrified me.
Unlike the Latino girl, who layed me straight across her knee, she had
me straddeling her left knee. Taylor has heavy, strong legs. One of her
thigh is probably bigger than both my legs together. Well, I can tell
you that it sure didn’t felt good having my bald undeveloped boyparts
pushed against my little sister’s massive thigh. Her left arm locked
round my stomach and then the palm of her hand caressing my bare
buttocks. Like a small child about to be disciplined by it's mother.
Only this time, a fourteen years old girl, about to spank her two year
older brother, bare butt over her knee. My self confidence was broken!
They all heard my prepubescent voice softly cry, in the silence before
the first blow as I layed straddled and naked over Taylor’s knee.
SMACK!
”Aaaooouuuh!”
She was strong and her blow fell horrible against my buttocks.
SMACK!
”Aooohohoohuu! Please Taylor, no more!”
”Five was the deal” the latino girl reminded and began counting.
SMACK!
”Aaaohhhuuuhuuuhuu!”
SMACK!
”Aaaaoouuuhuuuhuuuhuuu! Please, gasp, Taylor!”
”Four!” the Latino girl counted.
SMACK!
”Aaaahuuhuuhuuuhuu! Oohhnonononooo! Stop it, snort, Taylor that’the last one” I cried
”Fiiive! Good work girl. You've given big brother a lesson, huh!” she said as they gave her an applause.
Then unexpectedly, Smack!
”Aooohohoohuu! Why! Huuhuuhuuu! Gasp, no more!”
”I didn’t hear you asking me for forgiveness.”
SMACK!
”Aooohohoohuu! No, Pleeeheeheeas!”
SMACK!
”Wow, girl power!” the other girls sheered.
”Aooohohoohuuhuuu! What, gasp, do you want me to say?”
SMACK!
”Aooohohoohuuhuuu! Please, gasp, Taylor help me! Sniffle”
Taylor had her hand raised, about to give me another blow but hesitated
when she heard me beg. Instead she pulled me up and positioned me in
another humiliating way. Still on her left knee, but turned around,
straddled facing against her, face to face. The small pieces left of my
dignity was now shattered into nothing when I saw my own shriveled up
boyparts resting soft against her big thigh. Her tits, firm and big,
right in front of me, she didn’t hide them like before. No, on the
contrary it seemed like she was rather pleased to show them of. Her
dark nipples, clearly visible through her white top made me feel even
more juvenile as her eyes was focused on my bald little boyparts. Her
face was pleased, like she enjoyed the situation. Completely stripped
of all my clothes and straddled on my little sisters knee. This was
just too much!
”Hello there, big brother. Just pay me
a little respect for one’s, like you just gave her, a total stranger. I
want to hear you begging me for mercy!”
I was in
shock! My lovely shy little sister! I couldn’t believe what I heard. I
just stuttered ”but, but, sniffle, I'm sorry Taylor. Snort, I'm sorry.”
”Sorry for what?” ”Gulp, that, that I didn’t treat you with more
respect, sniffle?” ”Look at you Brad! You look like a baby! Crying like
one! I have to save your sorry ass from girls my age! And here you are
crying like a baby naked on my knee! Your haven’t got a single hair on
your body and your dick! What the fuck, Brad! You're literally a baby.”
”I’m sorry, sis! Snort.” ”I won’t be having a little child telling me
what to do, getting himself in trouble over and over.” ”Whooohooo!” the
other girls sheered. ”Way to go girl!”
Talor pushed
me of her knee. ”Go and get your briefs. And put your shoes on.”Happy
to get some cover, I hurried away and did what she told me, but without
my t-shirt and pants, I still felt very exposed. My briefs was almost
not wearable. They was so torned and stretched that I litterarly had to
hold them up by hand. When I turned around Taylor already had her
jacket on, about to draw her zipper up. The chubby black girl handed
her a dirty little lump of fabric that I understood was my t-shirt.
”Come on Brad” she said as she took my hand in hers, heading back out
of Queen’s Park, away from this nightmare and away from these evil
girls. ”If he needs discipline, your little man, you’re welcome, any
time” they called out after us, laughing. This time I held my mouth
shut.
When they finally was out of sight, I expected
Taylor to hand me her jacket, I mean, I'm was in more need of it than
she was. Almost naked with my one hand in Taylor’s and the other,
holding up my briefs, you can just imagine how ridiculous and exposed I
felt. We were also beginning to meet other people and it sure didn’t
feel comfortable being stared at, but for some reason, Taylor refused
to let go of my hand. ”Come on, let go damnit, aof, argh! What you
doing!?” It made me feel like a baby, having to hold her hand like
that. ”Stop messing around, Brad.” ”But, but, what! Argh! What the
fuck!” Over and over again I tried to yank my hand lose but my sister
was stronger than I thought! Suddenly she stopped and turned to me,
still with my hand stuck in hers. ”Listen Brad. You’re going home with
me and if you won’t stop messing around, I promise, I'll make you go
naked! Ok?” ”But, but why? Why you so mean?!” ”Brad I can be mean for
real.” She let my hand go and instead she grabbed the hem of my briefs,
crouched down, pulled me close and made a gap between my underwear and
belly. ”I can hardly see them from here, your boyparts” she mocked as
she glansed down. ”If I was to tear these off, that little weener
wouldn’t upset anyone, don’t you think? Would you like to be just
another naughty boy getting a bare butt spanking because you've been
ruining your clothes while playing in the park? Just look at this dirty
t-shirt! Full of mud. No one would wonder why you’re naked?” ”How dare
you! You fucking bitch!” I yelled and hit her hands of of my briefs,
turned around and ran.
About 50 yards away I realized
that she didn’t try to catch me. I was feeling really ridiculous
running almost naked while having to hold my briefs up. There was
people close by and the thought hit me that Taylor might have been
right, they could actually think that I'm I naughty child, running from
his mom or babysitter or something. Having almost no clothes made it
all worse. Somehow my clothes made me look older. My slim pantless
legs, torned underwear with that aweful small bulge in the front, my
bare and pale scrawny chest, this body wasn’t at all making me any
favors in the matter. I just couldn’t run home by my self like this,
people would call the police. Then I saw the woods, close by, I could
hide in the bushes until darkness and then sneak home in the shadows.
Well, that seemed like the best option right there and then so I made a
run to the trees and bushes. Glansing back, about a hundred yards
behind, I saw Taylor talking with some black guy and they were both
looking in my direction so I ran the fastest I could and soon I was
catching my breath in the cover of the leafs. I looked back to see if I
was followed and through the leafs I saw Taylor coming in my direction.
Well not exactly my direction. There was no chance she could spot me.
It didn’t look like she saw me. I felt quite safe and was starting to
relax but just about then I heard some noise behind me and a second
later a black guy, probably the same guy as Taylor just spoke to,
grabbed me from behind. ”HERE TAYLOR! I GOT HIM!” He yelled. ”You
coming with me.” I tried to fight him but noticed that my underwear was
beginning to slip down in the commotion so I gave up. I could either
fight and loose my underwear but he would probably get me anyway, the
guy was bigger than me, or I could just follow him and at least keep a
little part of my dignity along with my underwear. Walking out of the
bushes out to the open grass Taylor was waiting, hands on her hip and a
stern face. ”Taylor” I started, ”be reasonable. What happened? You just
can’t! This, gulp, this is madness! Listen to me Taylor, you just have
to, eh, eh, I'm your big brother damnit!” I must have sounded roused
but I really thought I would be able to reason with her while the young
black guy led me by my neck. ”You always been such a reasonable little
sister. What happened? Please Taylor, get yourself together, think!”
But she just ignored me. I hadn’t really got a good look at the guy who
catched me but when Taylor grabbed me I turned to see him. I gasped
when I saw who it was! The guy was actually an old boyfriend to Taylor!
Tyrone, fourteen years old, quite tall and an early bloomer like her.
I've met him at home a couple of times when they dated.
”Thanks' Tyrone! She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Myself, I stood right next to them, they had each arm of mine in their
grip. This was terrible! Such a humiliation! I was two years older then
them and they should listen to me, not the other way around!
”Taylor, now you listen to me!” I began but was immediately
interrupted. ”NO BRAD! YOU listen to ME! Didn't I tell you earlier that
I had enough of your unpredictable whims! You coming with me!” ”Butt,
butt I have to get some cover!” I pleaded. ”I’m practically naked!” You
can’t make me go naked!”
She turned her attention to
Tyrone, ”Will you help me get this jackass home safely? I reeeally need
you now.” she asked with the softest voice. ”Yeh, off course. I'll
help.” He didn’t say much, Tyrone. He was the quite type, a little
ham-handed but strong build. He grown much lately and he didn’t seem to
have full control of his body yet. Me on the other hand was the
opposite, talked a lot, perfect balance but no growth recently, still
small and weak, though I was two years older. When I glanced at his
pants, the same soft type as I just had been bereft of, there was a big
bulge telling the world that he was a man down there. A well hunged
young man. I shuddered when I saw it and here I was, completely bald
and small down there, in the middle of these two early bloomers. Oh, I
really needed something to wear! A moment later my hands was stuck in
theirs like a little child being led home and no free hand to hold my
briefs in place!
”Pleeease, Taylor my underwear,
gulp, it’s sliding!” I begged as they forced me with them. Already,
just about ten yards later they were down at the base of my penis.
”Taylor, Taylor, I'm dropping them, aaaah! Nooo! Finally they stopped.
Taylor crouched in front of me and began to inspect my underwear.
Tyrone stood beside and watched, apparently amused. He could clearly
see the lack of pubes over my penis as Taylor pulled and tugged the
fabric of my underwear. ”These elastics are way to big. She totally
destoyed them, that Latino girl. You should have seen it Tyrone. Oh God
what a wedge! She carried Brad around like he was a trunk or something.
If you didn’t learn then Brad, you'll never learn! You should have
listened to me. Well, at least I learned something, you'll never listen
and since I mostly know better, I might as well take control. You’re
not so tough anyway.” ”Taylor, be reasonable. Pleeease Taylor! This is
madness! I'm your older brother! Just help me instead and give me
something to cover me. My t-shirt at least. People can see me.” Taylor
looked me in the eyes and grabbed my chin. ”No Brad. Not this time. I
won’t let you. You got yourself in this mess. Think of this like a
lesson you can learn from. It’s you punishment.”
I
went totally mad! ”Aaaaarh” I screamed and for the first time ever, I
hit her right in her face. Seconds later Tyrone had me stuck from
behind, his arms around my upper body. Taylor was down on the ground,
looking shocked from the blow but had her eyes fixed at me. Tyrone was
strong, although I tried to fight him, I wasn’t even close to getting
free and even if I did, he would outrun me anyway. I was in deep
trouble now. In the commotion my underwear slipped down even further.
Well, it was a miracle that they wasn’t already down my ankles but this
wasn’t much better. Half of my, very small penis, was now clearly
visible and I tried the best I could to make them stay up by spreading
my legs. Taylor’s face looked dark and I began to fear that the
spanking I got from her just twenty minutes ago wasn’t just a one time
experience. ”Just keep holding him like that” she told Tyrone. Not a
tear in her eyes, only anger and determination. She one’s again
crouched down in front of me, took the elastic band on my briefs in her
hands, as if to pull them up or in the worse case scenario, pull them
down, but then she just sat there. The visible upper half of my bald
little penis caught her attention and for a while she just watched it
and seemed to be reflecting about her options in the given situation.
Several times she glanced up at my face and must have noticed how
desperate I looked and how I was gasping for breath. My life would
never be the same if she pulled those underwear down! My blushing and
red-eyed face must have made some kind of impression on her, because
she hesitated when she sat there. Taylor always had a deep sense of
empathy and I’m sure that she understood that one just doesn’t do such
a thing like pulling down someone’s underwear in public or anywhere.
Not to anyone! But still she decided to do just that, on me of all
people, her own older brother who loved her deeply. ”These have to go”
she said and with that she swiftly pulled down the last little precious
cover I had left. ”YOU BEEN A BAD BOY!” she yelled.
Oh, if I could turn back time and take that stroke back! I’m sure that
her threat before of making me go naked through the park, was all just
talk. She would never had done it but my fist, in her face, made her
reconsider. Besides my shoes, I was now totally naked and on display in
the middle of a public park! My little sister had turned against me and
her ex boyfriend, both of them only fourteen years old, got me trapped
and totally exposed! It was all a nightmare! Standing there with my
private parts on display was simply horrible! I was so very ashamed of
my small and undeveloped boyparts that I would rather have died that
have anybody see them and now my two years younger sister had them on
display for the second time this day.
Taylor rose and
took my ear in her fingers, twisted it and continue scolding me. ”if
you act like a naughty boy, I'll treat you like a naughty boy! That
spanking didn’t seem to be enough, huh? Aaarh! You happy now or should
I put you over my knee again?” She leaned down and forward when she
yelled at me, her face only an inches from mine. She was taller than me
so I can imagine it looked a little bit like a mother scolding a
naughty boy. ”I won’t feel sorry for you the way you behave! You can
have it, the shame! You got yourself where you are, all by yourself.
This could be a moment for you to think about what you've done!”
Still with my ear in her hand she pulled me along with her as she
promtly walked me out of the park with Tyrone right behind. It was
difficult for me to keep up as she walked quite fast and she pulled my
ear upwards as she hurried along. I sort of had to run beside her
trying to save my poor ear from being teared apart. The pain was
unbelievable and I cried as I tripped along by her side. We did indeed
meet all kind of folks along the path, both young and old and no one
came to my defense. They turned and watched, some of them laughed and
one young mom with a stroller even encourage Taylor as we past her.
”Someone been a naughty boy, huh? Haha.” Not even one single person
turned their eyes away, no on the contrary they gawed at my exposed
body and genitals. At least it’s a little comforting to know, the way
they looked at me down there, they probably wouldn’t recognize my face
if they saw me with clothes.
At the exit of the park
I made one more attempted escape but only came a couple of yards before
a large older lady that we met, made an unexpected move. She catched my
arm and pulled me in. Before I knew it she reached her arm in between
my legs and lifted me up. Her fat fingers found its way around my legs
and stomach and in seconds she had my naked body like a toddler to her
chest. ”You running from your sitter boy!” she yelled. She was very fat
this lady and her large arms, stomach and her huge breasts felt like a
soft mattress as she held me with my back against her. I got the
feeling that my body almost descended in to her bossom. Her arm went in
between my legs from behind and further up to my belly where her
fingers digged into my stomach. My crotch disappeared in her lardy
elbow and I realized that this very moment I was actually gratefull
that Taylor and Tyrone was there to save me from this lardy giant! Here
you got the little rascal” she said and handed me over to Tyrone and
the rest on the way home, I spent with my face bumping against his back
with my bare butt straight up over his muscular sholder. In hindsight,
I know being carried naked over Tyrone’s shoulder in public sounds just
terrible, but even as terrible as it was, it may not have been worse
than what I experienced when we finally got home.
”Oh, I just can’t wait to get home to mom! She gonna raise more than
one eyebrow when she sees you like this Brad, and I’m gonna tell her
everything.” ”No Taylor, not mom! Please don’t! Not mom too!”
To be continued…
Boy parts unveiled 2
”My God! What’s happened!” My mom called out when Tyrone carried me
inside the house. She hadn’t seen me naked since I was about 10 years
old and now Taylor ruthlessly took me from Tyrone and just held me up
in front of her. Her arm tight around my neck from behind and my
sixteen year old boyparts on display, right in front of my mom.
”Mom, this maniac just offended a couple of fourteen year old girls in
the park who stripped and spanked his sorry ass. Totally strangers.”
”No, that’s not true!” I yelled but was quickly interrupted by Taylor
who continued. ”When I practically saved him he acted like a bitch and
hit me right in my face! Tyler saw it all!”
”Yeah, I saw it” he nodded.”
Mom sighed deeply and looked at me, up and down. ”Don’t look at me
Mom!” I yelled! But she just shook her head and continued to watch me.
”Don’t look at me! I yelled again, now even louder. ”A little to late
for that now hun' don’t you think?” she hissed, shifted her legs and
crossed her arms in front of her. ”I don’t know? Shall I really
interfere? I”m tired.” ”But mom! Tell her to let me go!” She quietly
watched me for a while as to think of what to do. Mostly, her eyes
seemed to linger at my genitals. Then her face suddenly changed and the
corner of her mouth sort of turned to a little smirk. Her eyes, who
just before looked concerned, now seemed to be scintillate with joy.
”Taylor, I just got the most splendid idea!” Mom walked over, as she
went on explaining, and crouched down right in frot of me. ”You know,
the cruise we wanted to go on, that was to expensive. Children under 13
years go for free! I think this little fellow”, she said as she cupped
her hands below my boyparts and wiggled them so that Tyrone who was
standing right beside gawed at the sight in front of him. ”This little
fellow just might go for twelve, don’t you think?” She now beamed with
delight!
”Come on” she told them as she rose and
walked over to the living room ”lets go and check on that cruise offer
again and Brad, you coming to.” We had a computer on the table in front
of the sofa where she sat down. Taylor still had me in a tight grip and
forced me along. This was the worse day ever! I had never been so
humiliated and why didn’t Mom help me! I was sixteen year old and not a
little child who could be naked among people! ”Aaah noooo, Mooom!” I
wailed as I was dragged along. ”Tell her to let go of me! Please Mom! I
can’t be naked, Mom!” ”Good boy!” she answered as she held out her arms
in a gesture to take me in her lap. ”Go on Brad, you sound just like a
whiny twelve year old little boy. And that little adorable dick of
yours won’t make anyone doubt about that. You're twelve and when I
dress you in clothes suitable for a boy that age, you'll see what mommy
can do. This will be just wonderful!” Mom pulled me up on her right
knee and gave me a smothering hug as Taylor sat down close to the left
of us and Tyrone next to her. Again she reached her hand in between my
legs and fondled my boyparts. ”This sure was a surprise to me, that all
this time I had such a cute little boy under my roof! To think that you
was able to keep these little marbles and this cute little penis a
secret to us all this time, is madness! Aww, not a single hair! She
said in a singsong voice as she kept fondeling. My very pale naked body
sure must have looked out of place. Mom had a long curly black hair and
a thick body that reminded a little of Taylor’s. They both had strong
legs, perky athletic buttocks, waists that probably looked slim because
of their quite respectable bossoms and broad shoulders. Taylor was much
taller but otherwise, they reminded of each other. The only one that
you wouldn’t think belonged in the family was indeed poor me! Even
Tyrone, well he was overall slimmer that the females in the room, but
even he could easily, depending on his looks, have been a member of the
family. The others were black while I looked like a white naked little
rascall on the lap of a black woman. They made plans, ordered the
cruise trip and all along I sat there, in a dark state of mind, like a
naked toddler in Mommy’s lap while they were in a spectacular cheerfull
mood. My dick, now semi erect, as Mom continued to play with and fondle
it as the time went by. What made it worse for me was Taylor who had
taken of her jacket. Her dark nipples was now for some reason hard and
clearly visible through the fabric, as they were poking through her
white top. It was difficult for me to accept that my two years younger
sister was fully grown while I on the other hand was small and
prepubescent. Yesterday no one knew about my secret but now they made
me the laughingstock of the family. Next to Taylor, Tyrone was trying
his best to hide his tent. He pushed his forearmes down in his knee but
sometimes when I glanced over, he changed his position a little and it
was then I saw it. It was enormous, his cock! And he was for some
strange reason not looking at Taylor’s tits, no it actually looked like
it was me he was focused at. Very disturbing! Not only that he at
fourteen had a cock probably more that twice my size by why did his
eyes seemed to linger at my undeveloped little boyparts? This was all
very stressful and humiliating for me but what was even worse, it would
turn out that this, was only the first of a serie of very disturbing
events for me. It hadn’t crossed my mind, that I at sixteen, would be
stripped, exposed, spanked, humiliated and abused by the hands of my,
fourteen years old, dear little sister and her, just as young, creepy
boyfriend! They would turn out to have a mean streak and unfortunately,
I came to be their target. Poor me!
Tyrone’s loose
fitting, shiny dark blue tanktop, FUBU written in orange over its
chest, highlighted his swelling black arms. Quite impressive for a
fourteen year old! My dazzling white and red ass must have looked like
a lighthouse on top of his broad shoulder as he had me draped over it.
His one arm looked my legs against his chest and my face kept
rythmically bumping into his back as he walked. ”Oh, my God! Is that
Brad?” Mom yelled as she saw my bare buttocks when we entered the
kitchen. She hadn’t seen me naked since I was about 10 or something and
now Taylors fourteen years old boyfriend carried me stark naked over
his shoulder! Taylor ruthlessly pulled me down from Tyrone's shoulder
and wrapped her arm tight around my neck from behind. Her big soft
breast felt like a pillow against the back of my head as she held me up
in front of mom. Struggling to get out of her grip, I didn’t have any
success, but for some reason my mom thought it was hilarious to watch
my sixteen year old boyparts wiggling as I tussled. Despite her effort
to cover her mouth and turn her face away, I could clearly see that she
kept having her eyes fixed on my genitals, she soon ended up laughing
out loud! ”Oh my God! Hahahahahahahaha!” I blushed profoundly as I was
very aware of my exposure. She closed her eyes for a while, took a deep
breath and calmed down. She managed to keep it in for a moment and then
opened her eyes. This time she made an effort to look serious and kept
looking straight at my face. ”Mom! Tell her to let me go!” I cryed. It
looked like she was about to say something when she suddenly hesitated,
turned down her gace, covered her mouth and muffled a giggle. Then she
looked up again but this time straight at my privates, quiet for
moment, but then she cracked up. ”What the, hahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha!
I'm sorry! Prrfrhahahahahaha! I just couldn’t believe, hahahaha!” Tears
were rolling down her cheeks, tears of laughter and tears were also
rolling down my cheeks, tears of crying.
When she
finally calmed down Taylor began ”Mom, you got to hear me out! This
maniac just got into a fight with a couple of fourteen year old little
girls! ”No, that’s not true!” I yelled but was quickly muffled by
Taylor as she locked her hand over my mouth. She continued ”They
stripped him totally naked and spanked his sorry ass right there on a
bench in Queens Park. When I practically saved him, he acted like a
’lil’ bitch and hit me right in my face! Tyler saw it all!” ”Yeah, I
saw it” he nodded. ”He's been acting really offensive, like a naughty
little bitch, argh! I had it with him!” Mom looked at me, up and down.
”Don’t look at me Mom!” I cried, but the words was impossible to hear
with Taylor’s hand over my mouth. Mom just shook her head and continued
to watch me.
My mom is usually very busy. I really
been trying to please her and get her to notice me by acting nice and
trying to be responsible, making the dishes, taking out the garbage or
sometimes even making her tea in the evenings. I've longing for
attention. She’s not very emotional you know. Sometimes I've been
acting up and playing tough like the young man I am, but still just a
”cut it out” from her. For the first time in weeks, she really seemed
to give me her full attention andnow I just wanted her to look away.
She wasn’t able to hide how the corner of her mouth curled up into a
little smirk. ”I don’t know? Shall I really interfere? ”But mom! Tell
her to let me go!” I tried to say, but unfortunately it was impossible
to make anything out but muffled sounds. She quietly watched me for a
while as to think of what to do. Mostly, her eyes seemed to linger at
my undeveloped and bald little genitals. She'd put her hands on her
hips, shifted the weight from one leg to another and tilted her head.
When Mom moved her body like that, though I would never admit it, there
was something about her hourglass figure and her ample bosom that
bounced when she shifted leg, that I found kind of sexy. She obviously
changed her clothes since she came home into a dark, long sleeved,
tight top. Even though she wore a bra her nipples bulged through the
fabrics. Right now, queezed in my little sisters holdfast, in my
birthday suit I just didn’t want to be reminded of mom’s voluptuous
bossom!
”Taylor, I just got a perfekt idea!” Mom
walked over, as she went on explaining, and crouched down right in
front of me. ”You know, the cruise we wanted to go on, that we didn’t
afford. Children under 13 years go for free! I think this little
fellow”, she said as she cupped her hands below my penis and wiggled it
so that Tyrone who was standing right beside shuckled out loud. ”This
little fellow just might go for twelve, don’t you think?” She now
beamed with delight!
”Come on” she told them as she
rose and walked over to the living room ”lets go and check on that
cruise offer again and Taylor, bring your brother as he is.” We had a
computer on the table in front of the sofa where she sat down. Taylor
removed her hand from my mouth but still had me in a tight grip and
forced me along. This was the worse day ever! I had never been so
humiliated! I was sixteen year old and not a little child who could be
naked among people! ”Aaah noooo, Mooom!” I wailed as I was dragged
along. ”Tell her to let go of me! Please Mom! I can’t be naked, Mom!”
”Good boy!” she interrupted as she held out her arms in a gesture to
take me in her lap. ”That’s perfect Brad! You sound just like a whiny
twelve year old little boy and that little adorable dick of yours won’t
make anyone doubt about that. You're twelve and when I dress you in
clothes suitable for a boy that age, you'll see what mommy can do. This
will be just perfect!” Mom pulled me up on her right knee and gave me a
smothering hug as Taylor sat down close to the left of us and Tyrone
next to her. Again she reached her hand in between my legs and fondled
my boyparts. ”This sure was a surprise to me, that all this time I had
such a little baby boy under my roof! To think that you was able to
keep these little marbles and this cute little peepee a secret to us
all this time, is madness! Aww, not a single hair! She said in a
singsong voice as she kept fondeling and wiggle my genitals. My very
pale naked body sure must have looked out of place. Mom had long curly
black hair and a thick body that reminded a little of Taylor’s. They
both had strong legs, perky athletic buttocks, waists that probably
looked slim because of their quite respectable bosoms and broad
shoulders. Taylor was much taller but otherwise, they reminded of each
other. The only one that you wouldn’t think belonged in the family was
indeed poor me! Even Tyrone, despite his broad shoulders was overall
slimmer that the females in the room, but even he could easily,
depending on his looks, have been a member of the family. Me on the
other hand, I was a naked little white boy on a black woman’s knee.
All along I sat there, butt naked in my mom’s knee, while they made
plans and ordered the cruise trip. I was in a dark state of mind and
they were in a spectacular cheerfull mood. My dick was now erect, as
mom continued to play with and fondle it as the time went by. What made
it worse for me was Taylor who had taken of her jacket. Her dark
nipples was now for some reason hard and clearly visible through the
fabric, poking through her white top. It was difficult for me to accept
that my two years younger sister was fully grown while I on the other
hand was small and prepubescent. I wasn’t crying anymore but my
bluching face must have contributed to their sheerfull mood. They kept
giving me looks and smiles and they almost laughed everytime they made
eye contact with me. As they talked about the trip, all three of them
occasionally looked at each other but I felt like they all mostly gazed
upon my stiff little penis and smiled. Yesterday no one knew about my
secret but now they made me the laughingstock of the family. Next to
Taylor, Tyrone was trying his best to hide his tent. He pushed his
forearmes down in his knee but I clearly saw it, when he changed his
position a little, it was like a third leg was about to rise between
his thighs. It was huge! And he was for some strange reason not looking
at Taylor’s full massive tits, no it actually looked like it was me he
was focused at. Very disturbing! Not only that he at fourteen had a
cock probably five times bigger than mine, by why did his eyes seemed
to linger between my legs? This was all very stressful and humiliating
for me and I guess me being Taylors older brother, probably made it
more inciting.
The day came when we went onboard the
cruise ship. Mom was very pleased for all the money she saved by
letting me travel for free as a 12 year old and the clothes she got me
sure made me look that age. I wasn’t happy about them and to be honest,
I think she overstated the child look. This particular day she made me
wear a white tank top, quite short but otherwise loose fitting, with a
print of a roaring, cartoon grizzly bear all over the front, standing
on its back paws and the text, ”grizzly man”. Well, that felt very
juvenile but the shorts was the worse! I mean, she could at least have
picked a couple of big and loose fitting shorts with longer legs. These
were terrible! So short that I felt like the crease between my buttocks
and thighs was visible! The soft and thin cotton fabric was
stretchable, not skintight but still tight. They were red and had a
spider web print that reminded of spiderman. But what I hated most
about them, was how they made my small bulge show which might have been
the reason she bought them. There was no way anyone could miss the fact
that this boy hadn’t entered puberty if they saw that small bulge.
I did try to refuse but Mom, maybe inspired by Taylor the other day,
had came to the realisation that I, her 16 year old son in fact wasn’t
neither especially big or strong and that she therefore had the power
to do whatever she thought was appropriate to do with me. She could
simply force me to ware those juvenile clothes. To be sixteen years old
and overpowered by one’s mom though giving ones greatest effort to
fight and resist, is a harsh experience. Sixteen years old and your mom
getting your pants down to your ankles, spanks you with a shoehorn
while you standing up, in front of your little sister who is watching
you crying and how your butt is getting redder and how your exposed boy
parts bounce each blow your get, I'll tell you, it’s devastating to
your self confidence! When your buttocks hurt after being spanked a
number of times, over mom’s heavy thighs, you will also simply give up
and let mommy have her way. I did put those clothes on, because it
wasn’t worth it, getting stripped and spanked all the time. I’m to old
for that shit!
There I was onboard the cruise ship,
looking like a silly twelve year old. Besides me, Mom and Taylor,
Tyrone also got invited. Taylor and Tyrone had been starting to see
each other again and been talking a lot about this trip since Mom
booked it. Mom liked Tyrone, so she agreed to let him come along. He
convinced his parents to pay for another room and Mom thought it was a
good idea to let me and him share. I had been dreading for this trip.
Of course I didn’t want to pretend to be twelve! It felt humiliating
and these clothes made feel like a real baby. Mom said I had to do it
for the sake of the family but why was I the only one having to make
such a gruesome sacrifice? It wasn’t fair!
The rooms
were fine. Small and cozy with a little bathroom. No windows. In mine
and Tyrone’s room there was a bunk bed. I offered to sleep on top. It
didn’t really matter to me anyway. All inclusive, pool on the sun deck
and reasturants and bars on several other decks. It was humiliating to
walk around in those awful clothes but otherwise the first couple of
hours was quite alright until the time had come to be heading for the
pool.
That was when I had to face the swim trunks.
Most kids had large trunks down to their knees but Mom, it’s like she
made it intentionally worse to me, she had bought speedos. Those kind
of small tight swimwear that professionals used. Yellow with a smiling
dolphin in the back, another one in the front and hardly one inch of
fabric in the sides. I felt very undressed and uncomfortable with such
a small and tight swimwear and on top of that, the print made it clear
to everyone around that I was a child. They supposed to be tight but
these ones was so tight that I had a hard time just to get them on.
Probably she bought me a couple a sizes to small. I had a towel around
my hips when we walked up but when we got our sunbeds Mom forced me to
show them of and make a little twirl in front of them. Taylor tried to
hide her giggle but Mom and Tyrone just laughed out loud when they saw
the dolphin my bum. ”Oh, Brad you make me so happy” Mom said, took my
arm and forced me up on her lap. ”You such a cute little boy” and
kissed me on my sheek. ”I was afraid they wouldn’t fit you but look at
them. They’re perfect!”. She cupped her hand and patted me right on my
bulge like if to emphasize what she referred to. ”These speedos is so
small, they're made to fit like a ten year old or something and yet,
look at it! Your little package fits just fine in there!” When I
glanced over at the other two, it took me back to that day about two
months ago when Mom forced me sit naked in her lap while ordering this
trip on her computer. The other two sat right beside and had a clear
view all along at my exposed genitals. Mom fondled and played with my
dick while she read on the screen. I was forced to sit there like a
fool in front of my little sister and her boyfriend! And as they
watched, my dick became erect, it was so humiliating! At least this
time I had some cover, but my thick sister in her bicini had the same
effect on me now as she did then. She watched me with a pitiful
expression in her eyes. Her breasts stocked that bikini up to the
limit. No push-up or anything, just a simple triangle bikini top that
leaved most of her big and firm tits bare. Glancing down at my own
little bulge while sitting there in Mommy’s lap made me indeed feel
like a little child in comparison. At least those tight speedos
suppressed my stiffy this time. I really got the feeling that Taylor
felt sorry for me. Next to her sat my roommate, the very well hunged
fourteen year old kid who dated my little sister. He smiled in my
direction. ”Wow Brad! No one will ever suspect that he’s older” he said
laughing. ”You look just like a little kid!” Instantly I felt my body
jolt with anger. Who was he? A fourteen year old stupid boy! He hardly
couldn’t tell left from right! Oh, what I hated him right then! He
shouldn’t even been on that trip. It was so unfair! Sitting there with
his big dick and muscles! It made me sick, just thinking about it! So
unfair!
Well, moments later I jumped into the pool,
made a long swim under water, just to get away and get to think about
something else. It was quite deep and it felt wonderful to slowly float
across the bottom of the pool, feeling like a dolphin. Well, that joy
didn’t last long. My thoughts was abruptly scattered when someone dove
down and forcefully pulled me up. It was a strong swimmer who took me
by my neck and quickly connected a bendable float equipment around my
body and towed me over to the edge. It turned out to be a lifeguard. A
blonde, young, tall and athletic build girl who pulled me up from the
pool. ”Hey kid, how old are you?” she asked in a foreign accent,
crouching down beside me. ”Sixteen” I answered without thinking.
”Hahaha, good try kid” she laughed. She was very beautiful, this
lifeguard and I felt a little intimidated just to be talking to her.”
You have to be thirteen years old to be swimming here on your own and I
would really like to speak to your parents before I trust you on that.
”Well, then eh ok, I'm really just twelve, hrm” I said just to keep my
mother’s scam safe. Yeah, that’s what I thought she said smiling. But
there are plenty of exciting shallow pools to explore around here. It’s
only this deep pool right here that you’re to young to be alone in. She
had her arm around my shoulder as she spoke to me and smiled to my face
in a way that really made me feel as a child. ”What’s your name?” ”It’s
Brad” ”Malin, my name is Malin. Cute speedos by the way! I love that
dolphin.”
Suddenly my mom came walking. ”Is
there a problem?” ”Oh hi! Are you perhaps Brad’s Mom?” ”Yes, that’s
right.” ”There are a age limit on this particular deep pool and as Brad
told me, he is actually to young to be swimming here on his own. I just
told him about the other shallow pools around here that he can play
in.” Oh, I see. Well, it feels good there’s an observat lifeguard
around here. Thank you” mom said. ”Do you know about the child care
service we offer at the evenings? Maybe Brad would like to play with
other children his age? I will be supervising myself.” ”Oh, that sounds
wonderful! And I would absolutely love to have some time to my self.
”Mooom! No, stop it” I objected. ”Brad, come on! I’llbe watching you”
Malin interrupted. ”You’re not especially old yourself are you?” mom
asked. ”I’m actually just sixteen”, Malin answered. I’m from Sweden and
are working here over the summer. My Dad owns a company who does some
construction work on the boat. But I have experience of babysitting
from before. ”Well Brad, it’s not everyday you get the chance to
hangout with such a gorgeous real Viking, huh?” mom blinked at me,
chuckled and ruffled up my hair. ”But, but Mom, I'm to, eh, old to be.
You know what I mean mom, I can’t.” ”Tosh, Brad! I'm signing you up!”
This was really getting out of hand! Having a babysitter, the same age
as me! I don’t know why mom forced me into this awkward situations.
”Don’t worry Brad. You'll have fun! ” Malin told me as she patted me on
my head. ”If he gets naughty I'll give you permission to discipline him
in any way you seem appropriate” Mom added. ”O that’s good too know but
I'm sure that won’t be necessary! Well, just in case, we have to sign
some papers about that.” ”No problem” mom smiled. ”But moom! Why do you
even have to say that!” I wined. This wasn’t going my way! Mom went and
signed me up to the childcare service and also the spanking permit and
Tyrone joined me in the deep pool after mom asked him to watch me.
Totally wacked, to have a fourteen year old boy watch me, but I didn’t
have much of a choice.
It wasn’t long before he came
up from behind, when I was at the shallow end, stuck his head in
between my legs and lifted me up on his shoulders. When I was prickly
about it and tried to get of, he tighter his grip around my ankles as a
response and pulled them harder downwards. It was very unpleasant to
feel my crouch being pushed tight against his neck! After a struggle I
manged to get of of him and was about to swim away when he got his
hands on my waistband and pulled me back. Intentionally or not, he made
the speedos come down almost down to my knees that way. Then he brought
his arm in between my legs from behind and placed his hand over my
bellybutton, the other arm around my neck and down my chest, lifted me
up over the surface and spun me around like a baby. My bare genitals
was pushed right against his forearm! So humiliating! For the moment,
no one else beside Taylor seemed to watch. He went over to were she sat
and dropped me of at the edge. As he had me laying right in front of
him, chest level, he made a motorboat on my belly and began tickeling
me, still with my speedos pulled down. Taylor just cracked up, all on
my expense! His fingers digged into my ribs and went all over my upper
body. I could hardly breathe as I involuntary laught my ass of! All
this time my speedos was pulled down to my knees and I guess that
whoever watched had a clear view of my little dick and balls wiggling
around in broad daylight! Somehow he also managed to keep me down with
his, way to muscular, arms. No fourteen year old boy should have such
arms, it’s just not fair! He pushed his hands in under my body and
instead of leaning forward, just as to show of his superiority, he now
lifted my entire body up to his head and continued to motorboat me. I
cringed and tossed around his head like a snake trying to get his hands
of me. When Tyrone finally let me down and I swiftly pulled my speedos
up and looked around, I saw her, like just ten yards away. Malin was
standing there looking and laughing. I was devastating! She probably
saw it all. Oh, I blushed! So humiliating!
Taylor
noticed how upset I was. ”Oh, come on Brad. It wasn’t so bad! You have
nothing to be ashamed of!” She walked over and sat down beside me with
her legs down in the pool to cool of and her arms around my shoulder as
I crumpled down there on the edge. ”Don’t be sad! Is it about your
speedos coming down? Well that wasn’t very nice but you know, Tyrone
probably didn’t even notice. Sure, I saw it and maybe also that swedish
lifeguard but you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of! No one here
will think your boy parts is small because they don’t know your real
age.” I had my face hidden behind my arms and bridled at her remark.
She probably just tried to comfort me in a moment of compassion, but
didn’t she hear her own words? How would they in any way make me feel
better? Hearing my own little sister practically saying my privates
looking normal for a twelve year old is harsh while sitting there
herself fully developed with firm and big tits, even larger than most
grown woman’s. She could as well have been mocking me! Well, I knew she
ment well but Tyrone, who overheard the conversation, just couldn’t
help but laugh out loud and Taylor who at first seemed to be confused,
then began to giggle herself as she realized how savage her words
really was! In an attempt to make it up to me, she turned to me and
gave me a hug. Awkwardly I let her pull me up against her, only to get
those large tits, hardly covered by that bikini top up against my head.
They even more emphasized what a little boy I was in comparison. Her
large soft body against mine, her hand in my neck that pushed my face
to rest against her bossom just made it very clear how far behind my
little sister I was. I really tried not to think about that other day
in the park when she stripped me and even spanked me, but the memory
came back to me every day and night and made me shudder every single
time! The humiliation! No sixteen year old guy should ever be stripped
and spanked by his two year younger kid sister! It just wasn’t supposed
to happen! And yet it did.
To be continued…
Boy parts unveiled 3
Well, moments later I jumped into the pool, made a long swim under
water, just to get away and get to think about something else. It was
quite deep and it felt wonderful to slowly float across the bottom of
the pool, feeling like a dolphin. Well, that joy didn’t last long. My
thoughts was abruptly scattered when someone dove down and forcefully
pulled me up. It was a strong swimmer who took me by my neck and
quickly connected a bendable float equipment around my body and towed
me over to the edge. It turned out to be a lifeguard. A blonde, young,
tall and athletic build girl who pulled me up from the pool. ”Hey kid,
how old are you?” she asked in a foreign accent, crouching down beside
me. ”Sixteen” I answered without thinking. ”Hahaha, good try kid” she
laughed. She was very beautiful, this lifeguard and I felt a little
intimidated just to be talking to her.” You have to be thirteen years
old to be swimming here on your own and I would really like to speak to
your parents before I trust you on that. ”Well, then eh ok, I'm really
just twelve, hrm” I said just to keep my mother’s scam safe. Yeah,
that’s what I thought she said smiling. But there are plenty of
exciting shallow pools to explore around here. It’s only this deep pool
right here that you’re to young to be alone in. She had her arm around
my shoulder as she spoke to me and smiled to my face in a way that
really made me feel as a child. ”What’s your name?” ”It’s Brad” ”Malin,
my name is Malin. Cute speedos by the way! I love that dolphin.”
Suddenly my mom came walking. ”Is there a problem?” ”Oh hi! Are
you perhaps Brad’s Mom?” ”Yes, that’s right.” ”There are a age limit on
this particular deep pool and as Brad told me, he is actually to young
to be swimming here on his own. I just told him about the other shallow
pools around here that he can play in.” Oh, I see. Well, it feels good
there’s an observat lifeguard around here. Thank you” mom said. ”Do you
know about the child care service we offer at the evenings? Maybe Brad
would like to play with other children his age? I will be supervising
myself.” ”Oh, that sounds wonderful! And I would absolutely love to
have some time to my self. ”Mooom! No, stop it” I objected. ”Brad, come
on! I’llbe watching you” Malin interrupted. ”You’re not especially old
yourself are you?” mom asked. ”I’m actually just sixteen”, Malin
answered. I’m from Sweden and are working here over the summer. My Dad
owns a company who does some construction work on the boat. But I have
experience of babysitting from before. ”Well Brad, it’s not everyday
you get the chance to hangout with such a gorgeous real Viking, huh?”
mom blinked at me, chuckled and ruffled up my hair. ”But, but Mom, I'm
to, eh, old to be. You know what I mean mom, I can’t.” ”Tosh, Brad! I'm
signing you up!”
This was really getting out of hand!
Having a babysitter, the same age as me! I don’t know why mom forced me
into this awkward situations. ”Don’t worry Brad. You'll have fun! ”
Malin told me as she patted me on my head. ”If he gets naughty I'll
give you permission to discipline him in any way you seem appropriate”
Mom added. ”O that’s good too know but I'm sure that won’t be
necessary! Well, just in case, we have to sign some papers about that.”
”No problem” mom smiled. ”But moom! Why do you even have to say that!”
I wined. This wasn’t going my way! Mom went and signed me up to the
childcare service and also the spanking permit and Tyrone joined me in
the deep pool after mom asked him to watch me. Totally wacked, to have
a fourteen year old boy watch me, but I didn’t have much of a choice.
It wasn’t long before he came up from behind, when I was at the shallow
end, stuck his head in between my legs and lifted me up on his
shoulders. When I was prickly about it and tried to get of, I cwas
aware of that he with my ankles in his grip as a response, pulled them
harder downwards. It was very unpleasant to feel my crouch being pushed
tight against his neck! After a struggle I manged to get of of him and
was about to swim away when he got his hands on my waistband and pulled
me back. Intentionally or not, he made the speedos come down almost
down to my knees that way. Then he brought his arm in between my legs
from behind and placed his hand over my bellybutton, the other arm
around my neck and down my chest, lifted me up over the surface and
spun me around like a baby. My bare genitals was pushed right against
his forearm! So humiliating! For the moment, no one else beside Taylor
seemed to watch. He went over to were she sat and dropped me of at the
edge. As he had me laying right in front of him, chest level, he made a
motorboat on my belly and began tickeling me, still with my speedos
pulled down. Taylor just cracked up, all on my expense! His fingers
digged into my ribs and went all over my upper body. I could hardly
breathe as I involuntary laught my ass of! All this time my speedos was
pulled down to my knees and I guess that whoever watched had a clear
view of my little dick and balls wiggling around in broad daylight!
Somehow he also managed to keep me down with his, way to muscular,
arms. No fourteen year old boy should have such arms, it’s just not
fair! He pushed his hands in under my body and instead of leaning
forward, just as to show of his superiority, he now lifted my entire
body up to his head and continued to motorboat me. I cringed and tossed
around his head like a snake trying to get his hands of of me. When
Tyrone finally let me down and I swiftly pulled my speedos up and
looked around, I saw her, like just ten yards away. Malin was standing
there looking and laughing. I was devastating! She probably saw it all.
Oh, I blushed! So humiliating!
Taylor noticed how
upset I was. ”Oh, come on Brad. It wasn’t so bad! You have nothing to
be ashamed of!” She walked over and sat down beside me with her legs
down in the pool to cool of and her arms around my shoulder as I
crumpled down there on the edge. ”Don’t be sad! Is it about your
speedos coming down? Well that wasn’t very nice but you know, Tyrone
probably didn’t even notice. Sure, I saw it and maybe also that swedish
lifeguard but you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of! No one here
will think your boy parts is small because they don’t know your real
age.” I had my face hidden behind my arms and bridled at her remark.
She probably just tried to comfort me in a moment of compassion, but
didn’t she hear her own words? How would they in any way make me feel
better? Hearing my own little sister practically saying my privates
looking normal for a twelve year old is harsh while sitting there
herself fully developed with firm and big tits, even larger than most
grown woman’s. She could as well have been mocking me! Well, I knew she
ment well but Tyrone, who overheard the conversation, just couldn’t
help but laugh out loud and Taylor who at first seemed to be confused,
then began to giggle herself as she realized how savage her words
really was! In an attempt to make it up to me, she turned to me and
gave me a hug. Awkwardly I let her pull me up against her, only to get
those large tits, hardly covered by that bikini top up against my head.
They even more emphasized what a little boy I was in comparison. Her
large soft body against mine, her hand in my neck that pushed my face
to rest against her bossom just made it very clear how far behind my
little sister I was. I really tried not to think about that other day
in the park when she stripped me and even spanked me, but the memory
came back to me every day and night and made me shudder every single
time! The humiliation! No sixteen year old guy should ever be stripped
and spanked by his two year younger kid sister! It just wasn’t supposed
to happen! And yet it did.
”Enjoy yourself now Brad!”
mom said when she left me with Malin. She wore a purple velvet dress
that made her look stunning and a little too sexy! As she walked away I
couldn’t help but admire that hourglass figure and be rapt of her
well-rounded behind that wobbled rhythmically to the sound of her high
heels as she walked away. The dress leaved her back bare, but showed no
cleavage. The fabric, from right below her bossom up to her neck, went
sheerer and loose fitting. Well, at least that part was supposed to be
a draped and loose fitting but mom's well endowed bosom still made it
look tight. I can tell you that I would have preferred a clevage. With
no bra, the bulge of her nipples caught every mans attention as they
bounced around when she walked! She had plans for tonight and I
certainly had no part in them!
Malin had a tennis
dress of the type that the player Serena Williams usually had when she
was playing. A very short loose fitting skirt that that went tight
around her waist and upper body, leaved most of her shoulders bare and
a couple of white sneakers. I was stroked by her long muscular legs and
well sculptured arms and shoulders. One could easily see that this girl
was an elite swimmer. Her long blond hair was put in a ponytail and her
perfekt rounded bust, adorned by her nipples that was bulging through
the fabric, exactly at the right place, made me breathless! Her cute
face and a couple of pimples on her forehead and jaw still revealed her
young age.
”Am I the first one here?” I asked. ”Well
Brad, it looks like it’s just going to be me and you. The other two
canceled.” ”Eh, what? Just me and you?” Yes just we two. Me and you
Brad.” ”Well” I went on, ”to be honest, I feel relieved. I rather spend
it with you alone than with a bunch of other kids” I told her. She
looked at me, smiled, layed her hand on my hair and ruffled it up. I
had just spent five minutes to fix my hair and was quite happy with the
results but now she ruined it in three seconds. ”Ah, come on! Why did
you do that!” I complained as I tried to stroke it right again. Then
suddenly she did it again! I took a step back. ”Hey, what’s the matter
with you?” I said, irritated. She then took a step forward, pulled her
arm around my neck and rubbed my hair violently for at least ten
seconds as held me stuck. I was stunned, took a couple of steps back
and looked confused at her. I didn’t know what to say. ”Why, eh, why
you do that?” She shuckled and looked in another direction. ”I just
messing with you Brad. Come on, don’t be a sissy about it.” I got the
feeling that Malin acted just like some of the guys in school. Maybe
she was more of a tomboy?
”I booked a ball pool
for us. I thought that you might think that’ll be fun. We have it all
by ourselves.” ”Yeah, sure. That'll bee fun.” I answered. In hindsight
I would rather not have went in to a closed room alone with Malin. She
might have been very good looking and at first seemed like a nice girl
but after what happened in that room I know that she has some serious
anger issues.
What I'd come to know about Malin later
made a lot of sense. There was a reason why her father got her abroad
along with him on that cruise ship. She apparently got herself a
reputation of being a bully and her parents thought to send her away
for a while was the best option. She was a good swimmer and got herself
some medals in the swedish national junior championship. One of the
younger boys in the swiming team had a crush on one of the girls in the
team. Malin had been the main caracter responsable of hijacking the boy
naked, straight from the shower and then lock him and the girl into a
toilet. To get out of there she pressured the boy to jack of in front
of the girl. One of the other swimmers involved later told the coach,
with led to Malin's suspension.
So, what can you do
in a ball pool? Well, to explain, a ball room is a room full of small
coulored balls up to above your knees. You can hide in them, dive into
them or throw them at each other. One thing kids tend to do there is to
play chase. There was still a little tension between us when I, with a
skeptical state of mind, agreed to play chase with her. It was sort of
fun, for a while. She was restless and hard to get. Those times I still
managed to hunt her down, it felt more like she let me get her. I was
tired so I gave in and began to throw balls at her. She answered by
digging her arms deep into the balls and scoop a bunch back at me. We
laughed a little, I was happy, she was happy. It was after all, like
mom said, not everyday one got to spend time with such a beautiful
viking like Malin. But that merry moment unfortunately died when I
happened to throw a ball in her right eye. Well, it turned out, Malin
really had some anger issues. At first, her face turned red and she
rubbed that itchy eye but soon her face expression went really dark. I
understood, I was in a bad spot. Even a scolding would, in my mind,
have been to to much but she didn’t settle with that. By grabbing my
ear and pulling me along I began to understand that she might had
something worse in store for me. Oh my! She real violently pulled my
poor ear and it was really hurting! She sat down one step above the
balls and directed me to lay down voluntarily across her lap and I
realized that she was now planning to get use of that spanking permit
my mom was so eager to sign.
It was purely instinct
and maybe not especially smart, but I just couldn’t freely give up my
bum to a girl the same age as me who had the intention to spank me. The
incident was clearly just an accident and nothing to blame me for! It
might as well have been me who got a ball in my eye but this swedish
lifeguard, babysitter or whatever, clearly thougt it was a punishable
offense. Anyway, I heaved myself out of her grip and fled across the
room. Well, it was obviously pointless, the room was closed and full of
balls, I was short and the balls slowed me down. Malin was tall and
with her long legs she was easily able to walk through those balls much
faster than me! When I turned and saw her stern, furious face and the
speed that she came after me I really panicked! She probably just faked
herself slow before when we played catch. A second later she violently
pushed me forward. It was difficult to get up on one’s feet ones you
fell. Face down, I’d wiggle my body trying to get in touch with
something solid, but it was difficult, almost like a beetle on its back
trying to turn around. Leaning over me she started gathering the fabric
of my t-shirt and my shorts , in her fists. Better st this point to beg
her for mercy I thought, so I began, ”sorry Malin, I'm so sorry! Please
forgive me!” but it was to late.
I was lifted
up, in my clothes and wow, the strength of that girl! She throwed me
like two yards and again, only seconds later when I helplessly was
trying to get on my feet, Malin was over me again. This time she
grabbed my ankles and spun me around like three turns before she let me
fly. I was relieved I didn’t hit the wall. Fumbling and trying to get
on my feet again, she pushed her hands down inside my shorts, grabbed
my underwear and made a horrible wedgy that made me cry out loud! My
underwear, they cut deep into my crack and was about to kill one of my
balls as she carried me across the room. I softly whimpered but the
hurt was terrible! Right below the staircase she dropped me, face down
and a second later she'd yank the shorts of me, took my wrist and
pulled me along up on the stair. It all went so fast that I didn’t even
got to adjust my underwear after that wedgy. The stair had a plattform,
four step up, intended for children to jump down into the balls. She
dragged me up there sat down on a seat sticking out directly from the
wall. One’s again she was about to put me across her lap and I one’s
again refused and began to wrestle her. Not a good idea! After a minor
struggle I was on my back, up there, with her over me, furious! ”You
little devil! I teaching you a lesson, argh!”
Suddenly she grabbed my underwear in the front and began pulling them
straight up! Not down as I would have expected if she would have
intended to pull them off me, but straight up! From below I could see
her ripped delta muscle and biceps flexing as she yerked them up, over
and over again. My hole midsection followed along and I could feel my
buttocks lift from the floor and bump down, each yerk. She looked mad!
Eyes wide open, lips tensed thighs together, loud breathing and
grunting as she kept on pulling. I knew somewhere that this was madness
and I could see in her face that she lost it completely, but this
unleashed rage must have given her already stong arms extra powers
because suddenly I clearly heard the sound of fabric tearing apart.
This girl was about to tear my underwear to pieces, right of my body!
She continued jerking. My midsection was lifted up and bumped down over
and over again. As she went on, my poor underwear became more and more
torned apart. After a minute or two she changed strategy and sat down
on my thighs, grabbed my now torned underwear with both her hands and
made the final pull. ”AAAAAAARGH!” she screamed! The friction in my
crack, the sound of fabrics tearing apart and the lump of a white cloth
in her hand mixed with a cool feeling around my privates made it clear
that I was now naked from my waist and down! Ecstatic and triumphant
she waved the underwear in her hand and threw threw them away. Then she
moved down, grabbed my ankles and pushed them straight up in front of
her. I was by now quite scared and had given up resisting. Exalted she
gaced down at me as I layed in front of her on my back, my legs
straight up in her hands and apart. There wasn’t really anything left
for her to unveil. She had everything I ever wanted to hide right in
front of her. My bald little penis resting flat on my belly, my
shriveled up balls and even my sphincter! Between my parted legs she
gazed down at me and I suddenly felt more vulnerable than before. She
really got me in a very exposed position and I thought to myself that I
wasn’t going to resist her anymore. I didn’t stand a chance against her
anyway. I only had one option now, to beg for mercy or in the worse
case scenario, let her spank me.
”Please, Malin!
Please forgive me!” I said, trying to soften her heart. She was still
winded as she answered. ”Don’t try Brad. If you would’ve cooperated,
you would still have your pants. Now look at you! Are you going to
cooperate, or do I have to drag you all over the boat to find your mom?
I will have have you completely naked and even carry you if I have to.
Oh, I swear I will do it! I can get you out of that t-shirt too, you
know! Strutting around the boat naked and having all the folks looking
at your little dick! Do you want that? And your mom, I guess she would
be really proud to see you, huh? So, will you cooperate?” ”Yes, I will”
I whispered and saw a little ounce of satisfaction in her face.
”Ok then. Stay as you are but bend your legs back like this.” She
guided my legs back to the position she wanted me in. On my back with
my knees up close to my face and apart as much as I could. She stood on
her knees, leaning over me and prepared to deliver the first spank. She
layed the palm of her hand on my buttock, then made eye contact with
me, raised her hand high over me, and ”swosh-SMACK!” I really tried to
keep it in but you can’t really be prepared for that kind of impact. A
little whine slipped out from my tightly tensed lips and then I gasped
for breath. She observed my reaction and I got the feeling that this
was her first time she spanking anyone. She raised her hand again and
”swosh-SMACK!” The same spot. I gasped for breath and ”ooouuf”. It
really hurt and I knew the pain was just going to increase for each
blow! Still with her teeth clutched tight and focused she delivered the
third spank and then the fifth, sixth, eight and ninth. Still at the
same spot, every time with great force and precision and each time she
curiously watched my reaction. Over all, I still managed to hold it
together but the whimpering became louder and my eyes was beginning to
tear up, wich seemed to please her. As my face, each blow, gradually
turned grievous her face gradually turned merrier. She continued,
”SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!” The hurt increased
and I wasn’t able to keep it in anymore. I cried and tears was rolling
down my cheeks. She, on the contrary, looked really happy as she kept
discipline me. My buttock, she targeted the same buttock every blow,
was bright red. ”SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!”
Between each blow, she kept making a pause to observe my face as I now
loudly cried and whined. It was of course very humiliating but the main
concern for me right then was the pain. It was terrible! I guess she
thought it was funny to see me in that compromising position and watch
my boy parts wiggle every blow. ”Aaaaaahaaahaaa haaaaaa! Oooohooohooo
hoooo! Stoooohoohoop! Stop! Gasp!” I cried and begged. It probably made
the spanking more enjoyable for her so she kept going for a little more
until I couldn’t bare it anymore. I was desperate and I didn’t see a
way out, so as a last resort I turned to my tormentor and fell in her
arms! Just like the little wildebeest calf, who’s mom just been killed
by a lion, in confusion sometimes turns to the lion itself for comfort,
I turned to my tormentor like if she would rescue me. Hugged her in an
attempt to make her stop.
Surprisingly she embraced
me, pulled me closer and made me staddle her knee. My legs tangled
around her hips and my body pushed closely against hers. Her very short
skirt leaved her thighs bare. It was odd enough to be nude from the
waist and down but to feel my bare buttocks, skin to skin, against her
thighs it made me even more uneasy. Cheek to cheek she softly whispered
to me as I cried. ”Hush, hush, hush. Don’t cry baby. Hush, hush. It’s
over now. Hush, hush, hush.” As I began to calm down, her hand left the
back of my head and went under my bum as if to lift me up an inch, or
just give a little support so that my jowl would rest more cushy
against her shoulder. It felt weird to have her hand digging in between
my bare buttock and her thigh, but what about all of this wasn’t weird
from the first place? Being babysitted and then stripped and spanked by
a girl the same age! Having to sitt, bare butt o her knee, crying
wasn’t in any way normal for a sixteen years old guy! The palm of her
hand reached in under my buttock and her fingers, step by step they
pushed its way up in my crack. Suddenly a shock went through my body,
like a wave from my sphincter out to the outer limits of my body. As
one of her finger unexpectedly penetrated my anus, a high pitched moan
emitted my lips. ”Oooooh, oooh!” At first it didn’t appear to me, that
someone actually would do that on purpose, so I kind of tried to jump
of the intruding finger. ”Aooh, hey your finger, ooh!” I'd bounced up
and down on her knee. But her finger kept sticking up my bum. ”Ooooh,
your finger, aaah!” It was totally confusing for me. Nobody would do
such a thing on purpose, right? I kept on wiggle and lift my butt in
order to get rid of it, as if it was a mistake, as if I accidentally
sat on her finger and now only had to lift my hiney of it. She began
laughing but I still didn’t get it! I just got more confused and almost
panicked when her finger suddenly moved inside me. ”Wha, wha, wha, you,
youh, aah, ooh, do, do, don’t” I stammered.
”Appappappappapapp, still! Still! Hush, hush! Calm down, hush” she
ordered me. Already afraid of her I followed her lead and calmed down.
In on smooth motion she tilted my body over and layed me on my back
again while she, on her knees, leaned over me, all along with her
finger inside me. My legs followed along and I found myself in the same
position as before with my knees bent almost up to my face and apart.
Malin looked exited while her gace turned back and forth between my
face and my lower regions. She wiggled her finger and I whimpered
”Oooo, please, aah, stop, oooh”. She pushed it in a little bit more and
I whimpered again ”Aaaah, oooh, no, oh, stop it, stop it”. I slowly
realized it was intentionally! She played with my body like if it was a
toy. Every reaction she got from me seemed to encourage her. She
wiggled her finger and I moaned. ”Oooooh, aaaaah, no, no, no!” It was
deeply unpleasant to have something moving around up in my butt! I
would never have thought the inside of me would be so sensitive. I was
desperately pleading for her to stop but she just giggled at me and
continued to tease the inside of my butt with her finger! ”Oh, oh, oh,
no, ah, no, oh!” Malin clearly loved to torment me like this and beamed
with joy as she watched my desperate face blush as I groaned and begged
alternately. I hardly couldn’t believe it myself. Was this really
happening or was it all a bad, bad dream? It was all so far from what I
ever had experienced ever before.
When she saw that
my little wiener was beginning to twitch, it was like she got on fire.
”OOOOH! HAHAHAHA! What about that! HA!” she laughed. Hoovering over me
she beamed with joy as she watched my little penis slowly grow and turn
fully erect.
”Brad, will you be a good boy and keep
your position for me, huh?” I didn’t answer right away wich immediately
made her angry and instantly gave my buttock a hard spank, right on the
same sore spot as before. ”Aouch, aaaaah! I’m sorry!” I pleaded. ”You
speak to me little man or I'll blister your butt again! Your hear me?”
”Yes, gulp, yes Malin”. ”It’s Miss Malin for you” she said raising her
hand in a threatening gesture. My sore behind just couldn’t take no
more spanking. ”Sorry Miss Malin, I'm very sorry!”
Malin pulled out her finger and rose. Towering over me in a confident
and proud posture, hands on her hips and legs slightly apart, she
looked very pleased as she looked down at me. Her strong legs seemed
amazingly tall from below and as the light from the sealing behind her
dazzled my eyes, her shape formed an image that reminded me of a
superheroine. One of her fingers pointed straight out to the right and
I first thought she ment for me to look that way. Then I got it. That
was the very finger she just pulled out of my butt. I stayed put on my
back, legs bent up and apart. The view of my sphincter and fully erect
penis seemed to enjoy her but I guess that my blushing face also must
have caught her attention somewhat. I never felt so silly, exposed,
humiliated and scared at once before, but right there and then I would
do absolutely anything to avoid being spanked again.
”You like this don’t you?” she asked and eager to please her I said
what I thought she would like me to say to to keep her in a happy mood.
”Yes, yes Miss Malin, I do.” ”How much?” ”Really, really love it!”
”Love what?” ”Eh, hm, I like being on my back and love being naked!”
”What did you think of my finger then?” ”Eh, hm, eh…” I hesitated. What
was I supposed to say? I just didn’t want her to spank me again or
force me out, stark naked, among people looking for my mom. What was I
supposed to say? I really didn’t want her to push that finger up my bum
one more time! ”Ok,” she went on, with a sinister smile on her face,
”what did you prefer? The finger?” she asked as she held up the dirty
finger in front of her, ”or the spanking?” ”Eh, do I have to choose?”
”Well, YES! Or maybe you'd like me to drag you around the boat as you
are with your little stiffy, looking for your mom, huh?” ”No, no, no!
Eh, I would rather choose the finger if I have to.”
She walked a few steps away and pulled a dollop from a bottle of hand
disinfectant mounted on the wall, anointed her hand and, the finger she
had in me very thoroughly. Of course it felt very degrading, laying
there on my back in that awful position, but I didn’t dare to move.
With her back against me, occupied with something I couldn’t see
exactly what, I thought she might be getting some of the snack from the
little plastic box she brought. Oh, I sure hoped so!
She continued her conversation. ”Brad, to be honest, I think it would
be nice if you said something. I feel like if I have to draw each and
every word from you.” ”B, but I don’t know what to, eh, what do you
want me to say?” ”Anything! Sing me a song, or just speak to me.
Something! Well, just sing a song! Alright?” Oh my! This girl didn’t
make it easy for me. I searched my mind for a song but wasn’t able to
remember one. I hardly ever sang anything and coming up with a song to
sing under this circumstances, totally stressed out, seemed almost
imimpossible! But when she turned around and looked sharply at me with
her hand raised in a gesture that would make me think of spanking I
suddenly found one. Slowly, very awkwardly, I beagan to sing ”You can
stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh. Under my umbrella,
ella, ella, eh, eh, eh. Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh.” My
prepubescent voice, a little cracked up and brittle, oh how I hated it!
I usually n tried to lower the tone of my voice but now, I heard it
myself, I sounded like a girl! ”You can stand under my umbrella, ella,
ella, eh, eh ,eh. Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh. Under my
umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh.”
Excited she turned
around, gaping, eyes wide open. ”Wow! What a cute voice!” I silenced
but was quickly reminded to continue, or else, as she said, she would
”not hesitate” to have another round on my already sore buttock. So as
I continued the awkward singing though I only remembered the refrain,
”You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh. Under my
umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh. Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh,
eh, eh.” She went down on her knees again, right down between my feet,
my naked lower half on display right in front of her. When I saw what
she held in her hand I immediately got a bad feeling. It turned out she
brought carrots. Some of the snack she earlier spoke about, was
actually carrots and that was what she had in her hand. Yes, she
completely screwed me up as she waved a peeled big carrot right above
my exposed behind. As my heart raced, I lost the lyrics, hummed the
song but was quickly punished by a quick slap with the carrot right at
my balls. The pain jolted through my body and somehow my brain found
its focus again. Now with my voice clearly cracked up ”You can stand
under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh. Under my umbrella, ella,
ella, eh, eh, eh. Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh” I
continued singing.
The top of the carrot felt cold
and wet against my anus. She simply pushed it lightly and observed me.
My body was affected by the attention and my stiff little penis grew
harder that ever. She moved the carrot in circles around my anus, held
up and pushed it gentle against my sphincter, moved it around and
around i circles again and watched me curiously as she continued
alternately. ”Feels nice, doesn’t it, huh?” ”Eh, yes Miss Malin, yes” I
answered with a trembling voice and then continued singing ”under my
umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh. Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh,
eh, eh. Under my umbrella…” cold and wet she pulled the carrot around
and around, very close the little hole i the center, stopped and pushed
it like if she was testing if I suddenly would loosen up and let it in
but I clenched my sphincter together as hard as I could. As I nervously
continued singing she kept on for a while, pushing and probing on my
anus. As I reluctantly, step by step became more aroused and caught up
by the carrot pushing and stroking around my most private part of my
body, my legs slowly lost it’s position. Well, Malin was a strict
sixteen year old girl and wouldn’t tolerate any disobedience, without
warning, she twice violently hit my penis with the carrot and then hit
my balls ”smack, smack, smack!” The pain was intense and I desperately
cried out in pain. ”UP AND APART!” she yelled. I quickly raised my legs
back up and apart again. I tried to focus on the lyrics of the song so
that she wouldn’t hit me again and continued the song but now with my
voice cracked up and heavy winded. While tears blurred my sight, I had
no choice but to keep it together and keep singing!
Malin now moved the carrot up and began to rub it gentle along my
penis. ”Though I peeled this carrot quite well and truly, I would say
it’s at least five times bigger than your little pee pee” she said
pleased. Her face, although it had a mean streak, was stunningly
beautiful. ”Maybe it'll get bigger when you’re older?” Aroused winded
and sobbing, I kept singing, high pitched ”’Gasp’, Under my umbrella,
ella, ella, ’gasp’, eh, eh, eh. Under my, ’gasp’, umbrella, ella, ella,
eh, eh, eh.”
This athletic tall girl, actually the
same age as me really made me feel like a baby in comparison! My
genitals was as small as a ten year old while she looked fully grown.
Tall and strong with perfect round and firm boobs. She changed her
position and was now moving up right above me, face to face, so close
that her ponytail tickled my chin. I felt so very small below her and
also, intimidated by her size. On all four, smiling down at me she kept
rubbing the carrot along my aroused penis and a tingling feeling began
to grow around my crotch.
”Brad. Your mom told me
your little secret. You’re sixteen. We’re the same age.” My heart
almost stopped! It felt like a door to a hole new dimension of
humiliation just opened! My mom did for some strange reason tell her
the secret. Why? Well, she didn’t leave me time to linger on that
thought, suddenly she pushed the carrot right up my anus! ”Aaaaaaaaaah”
I screamed! I didn’t see that coming! The loud groan, coming from me as
she pushed the carrot deep up inside me, put a stop to the singing.
Well, she didn’t seem to care about that now. By the look of her face
it looked like she had the time of her life! She almost looked aroused
as she began pushing the carrot in and out of my butt! I loudly moaned
”Aaaaaaaah, no, no, aaaaaaaah, no, aaaaaaaah, ooooooh, ooooooh, please
no, ooooooh, nooo, aaaaah!” Malin was breathing rapidly as she, close
up, studied my face! A girl , same age as me was fucking me with a
carrot! The tingling feeling grew around my groin and my breathing
increased. ”Aaaaah, no, aaaah, ple, oooh, please, ah, aaaah, ah, oooh!”
My penis twitched. Malin, face to face right above me,
was almost as excited as me. ”Aaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaah,
nooooooh, nooooooh, nooooooh, nooo, aaaaah!” She rocked her body back
and forth above me in the same phase as she shoved the carrot in and
out my bum and from my position it actually felt like she really fucked
me. ”Oooh, oooh, aaah, aaaah oooh, oooh, pooh, aaaah.” step by step she
increased the force and speed of the thrusting and I no longer begged
her to stop. The discomfort that bothered me at first had gone away and
now that sweet tingling tension was all over my middle body. ”Oooh,
oooh, aaah, aaaah oooh, oooh, oooh, aaaah.” I was at the brink of an
orgasm when she abruptly stopped. She sat up, slowly pulled the Carrot
out of me and smiled, a vicious smile.
Well, as bad
as this was and how ashamed I felt and how degrading and horrible this
rape actually was, I really only had one thought in my head right then,
”put that carrot back”! I didn’t have the guts to say it, I felt deeply
ashamed about it but I really just wanted her to go on. My little penis
was throbbing! Awkwardly, in some strange way but not with words, I
tried to beg her for more! I began to bend and twist my body in front
of her and and sort of opening up my ass to her. Thrusting and waving
my anus. My legs was already bent up and apart but now I emphasized my
desire by parting them a little bit more. I moaned a little and
displayed the most desperate face I was able to upbring. She held up
the Carrot and looked at me. ”Are my little boy bitch trying to say
something? I didn’t hear you?” ”Pl, hm, please”! I said reluctantly.
”Please what?” ”Please continue.” ”Continue spanking? You want more
spanking?” I had to give up some prestige but I was so horny right
then, I never been so horny ever before, so I just had to do whatever I
took. ”Please fuck me! Please!” ”Ok, that’s loud and clear. But say
after me. ’Im a little bitch'”. Well, whatever I had to do, so I
repeated ”I’m a little bitch”. ”Please Miss Malin, please fuck me.”
”Please Miss Malin, pleeeease fuck me!” I moaned and curved my back as
hard as I could to lift my bare butt just a ounce. She shuckled and
leaned forward. On her left hand and on her knees she reentered the
position she had above me and pushed the carrot inside me again. My
penis throbbed as she began rocking back and forth above me while
thrusting the carrot in and out. Her strength made my hole body move
with every thrust!
When it all was over, she sat on
her knees between my spreaded legs and observed the clear sticky spunk
dripping from my peepee to a little puddle on my belly. I catched my
breath for a while and she finally gave me permission to let my legs
down. She just made me cum by choving a vegetable up my ass and that
vegetable was still up there when someone pulled the doornob. ”Just a
minute” Malin called. ”You stay put” she demanded me, jumped down and
fetched the pants and briefs. With the torned briefs, she wiped up the
cum on my belly and pulled the carrot out of my butt. It all went very
fast. She eyed me sternly and reminded me to stay put right were I was
before she opened the locked door. A fat woman with three kids had
booked the ball pool after us. She and her three kids unpatiently
stepped right in when Malin opened the door. Me, laying on my back,
quickly covered my privates but stayed put as Malin ordered. It was
indeed very embarrassing to have four strangers staring at me as I
layed pantless on the floor in front of them. Malin came up with the,
not so flattering explanation, that I peed my pants. The fat lady
nodded eagerly and seemed to restrain her smile as she stepped up in
front of me. She said that she completely understood that little
accident happens so easily when little boys having fun. Luckily one of
her child, a retarded thirteen year old boy, still had diapers in
bigger sizes on special occasions and she explained that she actually
had extra diapers in her bag. Especially boys had a tendency to wet
themselves when they have so much fun that they simply forget to go to
the restroom. Her kids, all three of them, one small girl another girl
around 12 and the retarded boy, gladly watched when their lardy big
mom, without asking, took out her baby wipes from her purse, crouched
down and told me to stand up, then thoroughly began cleaning my boy
parts and bum. My little weene was still making salute, which the fat
lady also remarked while she drew the foreskin back to wipe the glans.
”To many beautiful girls here, huh? Hahaha! Well, boys just can’t help
it when they got a little attention”. Her middle daughter, also fat
like her mommy, with large fatty tits that rested comfortable on her
belly, was staring intensely and rudely at me as her mom handled my
genitals. Her face, red as a lobster, looked so stupid as she and
slowly approached until she stood right beside her Mom, biting her lip
and witnessing the humiliation close by. Her mom’s big tits wobbled
back and forth as she happily drew the baby wipe in and out between my
legs, all the way up between my buttocks. The girl’s eyes almost popped
out of her eye sockets as she watched my stiff little member
rhythmically swing from side to side, the same phase as her mom’s
wiping. ”On your back!” she suddenly ordered. Reluctantly I slowly
layed down, again on my back. The fat woman towered over me, Malin and
the fat daughter on each side of her, all smiling down at my rock hard
little penis. ”Well” she said turning to her daughter, ”you’re old
enough. Her you got” and handed her the diaper. The fat kid went down
on her knees beside me. With trembling hands she unfolded the diaper
and told me to lift my bum. From my angle below, I could clearly see a
line of snot runing down her wheezy nose. She nervously pulled the
diaper up under my butt and then foulded it up over my boy parts. When
she was about to knot the diaper together she hesitated and for no
reason at all she opened up the diaper again and couped her sweaty hand
over my ball sack and gently squeezed my balls. She smiled at me like
if I was a baby or something and then reached her trembling index
finger up and tickled my erect penis right below the glans like if she
was trying to make me laugh or something. She clucked her lips and made
eye contact as she tickled my stiff little member. Very degrading!
”Come on, get it over with” her mom said and the girl finally finished the job.
It had been a rememberable day indeed! Walking though the corridors,
hand in hand with Malin, in diapers and a t-shirt wasn’t what I had
pictured.