Peeping Thomas

By Terripop

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

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This is a true story about an embarrassing experience I had when I was in the fifth grade. The events described happened more than seven years ago.

Like any eleven-year-old boy I was bursting with new hormones. My body was in transition: not much hair down there, but man did I get boners all the time: In church, at the dinner table, watching TV. It didn’t matter where I was, my mind was always sending signals to my groin to wake up and get busy.

My mother had noticed. Having dealt with five younger brothers when growing up, she had experience in coping with a hormonal pre-teen boy. She tolerated my long showers and my ogling the scantily-clad neighborhood girls at the community pool, even as she reminded me gently that I ought to find ways to channel my “excess” energy into sports or homework.

My sister, Katherine, two years older than me and at that time well into puberty, had less tolerance for my budding sexuality. She refused to allow me near her friends and routinely asked my mother to relegate me to the other end of the pool during our frequent summer outings so that she wouldn’t have to be embarrassed by my lechery toward her friends. Mom usually supported that request, to my dismay.

My perspective was that if they didn’t want to be leered at then they ought not to wear those itty-bitty bikinis! Her best friend Laura, especially, was impossible to look away from, with her recently sprouted boobs and her plump round ass cheeks! How could it be my fault – or under my control – that I was obsessed with girls that summer?

My transformative embarrassing experience happened one sunny Saturday after one of our day trips to the pool. As we packed up to leave I was more than a little excited to overhear that Laura was coming to our house for dinner. On the ride home I sat in the far back of our Taurus wagon while Laura and Katherine sat in the middle bench seat, in bikinis on towels to keep the seat dry (Why my mother worried so much about the seats getting wet was always a mystery to me).

Since Laura’s mom had dropped her at the pool and had planned to pick her up later, this new plan left Laura without a street clothes. How nice for me! Even if my sister nagged, my plan was to spend as much time as I could eyeing her friend at our house in her dashing red bikini. I wondered whether Katherine too, would remain in her bikini when we got home, just to make Laura feel comfortable? It had been exciting for me to leer at these two nearly naked girls at the pool. For reasons I did not quite understand I knew that it would be even more exciting to see them in that same attire in our den.

As if she had heard what I was thinking, on the ride Mom told Katherine that she should lend Laura some dry clothes to put on once we got home.

I frowned. But then my lascivious mind came up with an even better idea. If they were changing out of their bikini’s into dry clothes, at some point they would have to be naked! In Katherine’s room, I guessed. What if I just went around to the back of the house and peeked in the window? I had done it before.

Yes, that’s right, I tried to peep on my own sister. I’m not saying it was my best moment. And when I say I tried, that’s because I never quite got the timing right. Mostly, I spent my ‘peeping’ time looking at my sister in her nightgown reading a book. But this time I’d know for sure that she’d be changing. And Laura too!

When we pulled up at the house I raced inside, hurried to my room, and quickly stripped off my damp bathing trunks and donned my shorts and a tee shirt. I scampered to the back door. As I was leaving Mom called out and asked me where I was going. I said I was going out to play, and she reminded me to be home by dinnertime. I slammed the door shut on my way out through the garage to the back yard.

The back yard was fairly private, surrounded in on three sides by a six-foot tall stockade cedar fence. From our back-yard patio, one could only see the rooftops of the neighbors’ ranch-style houses.

Katherine’s room was immediately adjacent to the garage, and her casement window sat only three feet or so from the ground. There were some boxed evergreen plants on either side of the window. I crept up to one corner to peek in to see if the girls were there. Not yet! I could feel my heart pounding in anticipation.

After several minutes, I heard some noises and saw the girls raucously enter the room, still rocking their bikinis and beach-towels worn as shawls. I fought the instinct to duck down, knowing that my best chance at not being discovered was to remain motionless at the corner of the window. They threw the towels on the bed, turned on the disco light, and began blasting the radio. Without the towels, my view of their jiggling breasts beneath skimpy bikini tops was unobstructed. With the disco light dazzling the room in streaks of light and the radio blaring Lady Gaga, my dim presence at the window corner was unlikely to attract attention.

And then, to my sheer delight, both girls danced themselves out of their bikinis while wailing in unison to Gaga! Laura was the first to initiate this blessed striptease. She reached behind her back and untied her top. Then, as her bra straps flopped to the side, she lifted thin flaps of her top aloft and over her head. Suddenly, I was getting my first view of a real pair of titties, and they were amazing! Pointy and capped with puffy nipples, these were the breasts I’d dreamed about. Katherine let out a hoot, and then followed Laura’s lead and pulled off her own top. It didn’t have ties, and Katherine merely stretched it outward and yanked it up over her head and off, chortling as she did. She held up her arms as if to say, “Here they are.” I was in rapture.

At that moment, I considered locking in my success and heading back inside. But I abandoned that notion as soon as Laura slipped her thumbs into the sides of her bikini bottoms! Would she really? My eyes remained locked on the tiny triangle of fabric covering her pussy as Laura tugged seductively at its upper corners. Oh please, please!

I am not going to say that every moment of that afternoon and evening is crystal clear in my memory. Some parts are still a bit blurry to me. But the image in my mind of the scene immediately after Laura pushed her bikini bottoms past her adorable hips, bent down to guide them over her ankles and past her feet, then stood up again to reveal her pussy – that image is with me forever. The perfection of the slit. The surprising definition of those vertical lips. The tuft of wispy pubic hair. These are mine forever in a mental snapshot.

I felt not the slightest guilt in preparing to shift my gaze to my sister’s lower half in anticipation of Act I, Scene II. And she did not disappoint. Katherine had her back to me. She stripped off her bottoms in one quick motion and stood to present an ass whose magnificence I had most certainly failed to notice previously. Her ass cheeks formed little crescent half-moons at their bottoms and jiggled like Jello. It was breathtaking.

At that moment, I heard a harsh rebuke from behind me. “Thomas!” My mother barked.

I turned to see her glaring at me. “You’re peeping on your sister and Laura? While they’re getting dressed?!!”

Busted.

I stepped away from the window and turned to face my mother. I tried desperately to come up with a plausible explanation, but it was hopeless.

“Well, I… uhm…” was all I could say, hanging my head. Mom glanced into the window and saw the naked, oblivious girls before turning back to me and pointing a finger.

“That’s not nice!” She said, sternly, adding “You should be ashamed of yourself!”

Was I ever! Ashamed and excited. It’s a feeling that was beginning to dominate my daily life. “Sorry Mom.” I muttered.

“Sorry Mom?!!” She spat back. “That’s all you’ve got to say?!!”

I couldn’t force myself to make eye contact with her. That was a mistake. Mom always believed you should own up to your mistakes with courage.

“You know what?” she said, “Let’s see how you like it! I want you out of those clothes, right now!” She punctuated her demand by crossing her arms. I did nothing. She widened her eyes as if to say, “Go ahead and defy me!”

I decided there was little to do but try to get this over with. I figured that Mom had seen me naked plenty, anyway, though in the past year I had made a concerted and mostly successful effort to avoid that. I began to undress, first taking off my tee shirt and then unsnapping my shorts and lowering the zipper. I paused a bit before letting my shorts drop. We were outside, after all! Maybe she would reconsider.

Mom stood as rigid as a statue. Out of nowhere, she explained how she had come to find me. “I thought it was odd that you didn’t wear your sneakers to go outside to play,” she said. “So, I came out to check on you.” Oddly, how she had caught me was exactly what I had been wondering about at that moment. It was eerie how she seemed to read my mind. “And here I find you violating your sister’s privacy and that of her guest. It’s naughty, Thomas, and I won’t have it!” She pointed at my shorts. “Now drop those shorts, Mister. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander!”

I let my shorts drop and kicked them over to where my shirt was. Still hanging my head, I faced my mother. It was embarrassing to be naked in front of her, but I was resigned to that fate. She’d made her point. And now maybe we could move on.

She unfolded her arms, reached out and grasped my right ear firmly between her forefinger and thumb, and yanked me forward as she turned to head for the garage door. “Good! Now come on inside. I think you have some apologizing to do!”

“Oww, I’m coming!” I yelped. But I really didn’t feel the pain. Instead, in my head was a voice screaming “Oh shit! This isn’t over yet. It’s about to become quite a bit more humiliating!”

She dragged me by the ear through the garage door and into the house. Once inside, she closed the door and let go of my ear. I reached up to rub it and she put her hands on my shoulders, turning me in place to face away from her.

“Put your hands behind your back, Thomas.” She said, firmly but with less hostility than she had used outside. I obeyed. Just then we heard Laura and Katherine come out of Katherine’s room. It sounded like they were heading to the den.

From behind me, mom said quietly, “Now, were going to march in there and you’re going to apologize. You’re to keep your hands behind your back.”

“But Mom…” I started to whine.

“There will be no discussion about it! I don’t want to hear a single thing from you except ‘Yes, Ma’am’,” she commanded. “Got it?”

I was paralyzed with fear and embarrassment. I said nothing. Mom waited five seconds, then took her right arm off of my shoulder. A moment later, she slapped my ass cheek hard. I grunted but managed to swallow the yelp that was on my lips.

I said, “Got it??!!” she snarled.

She was mad, no doubt. “Yes Ma’am” I said, resisting the urge to rub my ass cheek.

She grasped my upper arms to guide me forward, and we walked in lockstep through the kitchen and into the parlor. There stood Laura and Katherine with eyes wide and mouths agape. They wore shorts and jaunty tops that I recognized from Katherine’s wardrobe. Katherine’s arm was around Laura’s shoulder in a friendly embrace.

We stopped short several feet away from them, with Mom’s hands still gripping my reedy biceps. “Katherine, your little brother has something he’d like to say to you and your friend Laura.” She declared. I hung my head and looked at the floor.

“Oh my god, Mom!!” Katherine emoted. “Why is he naked?!!”

Laura stared unabashedly at my penis, smirking.

Mom explained, “He’s naked because that’s how I punish eleven-year-old Peeping Toms! I caught him outside in the bushes, looking through the bedroom window while you two were in there.”

Laura’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a look of worry. “Did he see us when we were changing?” She asked, directing the question to my mother.

“You little pervert!” Katherine yelled.

Mom squeezed my arms. “Answer Laura’s question Thomas.”

I continued to look at the floor. Mom reached around and grasped my chin in her hand, forcing me to raise my gaze to meet that of the girls. She asked again, “Did you see them changing?”

I could barely stand the humiliation. All I wanted was for this to be over. I knew that lying would be pointless. “Um.. Well, yeah.” I said, softly. “Sorry, Laura. Sorry, Katherine.”

Mom kept my chin up with her hand while addressing the girls. “There! Thomas says he is sorry. I’ve marched him in here naked to apologize, which I hope has embarrassed him. Are we satisfied?”

Laura still had a look of concern on her face. Katherine’s look was one of pure anger. She yelled “It’s so humiliating, Mom! I know he’ll brag about seeing us naked to all his stupid friends!” Then Katherine pointed directly at my penis. “It’s not fair that his only punishment is to have to show us his little pee pee!”

Mom let go of my arm and my chin. Responding to Katherine directly, she said, “I never said that would be his only punishment.” Then she put a hand on the top of my head and rotated it so that I was facing her. I took the opportunity to bring my hands quietly around to the front to cover my groin area. Mom, looking me right in the eyes, asked, “OK, Mr. Peeper, enlighten us: Are you planning to tell your friends about your little misdeed?!”

That was my cue to throw myself on the mercy of the court. “No Mom, I swear! I’ve learned my lesson!”

Katherine wasn’t having it. “I don’t believe him, Mom!” Mom nodded. She was entering into ‘judge mode’ in the case of Katherine vs Peeping Tom. And Katherine knew she had the damning evidence on her side. She pushed it. “He’ll tell! Unless we have something even more embarrassing to tell, about him!” Then she dropped the bomb. “Like what if you let Laura and me punish him?!”

At eighteen and in retrospect, I know that this was a childish thirteen-year-old girl’s fantasy scenario of getting even with her brother. Would such a punishment be well deserved? Maybe. But would it be Mom-approvable? Never. Had I kept my mouth shut, the moment would have passed, and I would have gone to bed without dinner. Done.

But I wasn’t eighteen. I was eleven. So, I said what any eleven-year-old would say to the idea of his sister punishing him. I said, “No fucking way!”

Mom reacted with stern shock. It was, I think, the first time she’d heard me use that word. “Thomas!” she snapped silencing me.

Then she turned to Katherine and said, gently, “Katherine, I don’t think…”

But before she could finish, I blurted out “Only mom gets to punish me! Not you and your dumb ass friend!” My humiliation had sapped what little blood was left in my frontal lobes, and I was now in a fury. The idea of Katherine and Laura punishing me: It just had to be raged against.

Katherine saw her opening and went in for the kill. Mustering all of the maturity and rationality that she could, she shrugged her shoulders and said quietly “You see, Mom? He’s a hothead. And he’s insulted our guest.”

Mom, in agreement, took a harsher approach. She put her hands on her hips and turned toward me. “That’s enough out of you, Thomas! With that foul language and disrespectful tone, you’re making your sister’s point for her!”

I turned away, so enraged that I lost my sense of humiliation long enough to fold my arms in annoyance, leaving my dangling bits fully exposed.

But Mom wasn’t one who would pander to a child’s rage. Instead, she poked the bear. “Maybe I will let these two punish you!”

She didn’t mean it, of course. She was just asserting that she was the boss. I had done the bad deed, had gotten caught, and ought to act with contrition. But none of that mattered to me at that moment. I muttered, “Fuck that!” I said it as quietly as I could. But not so quietly that Mom couldn’t hear it.

“What did you say?!” she demanded.

I knew I shouldn’t have said it. And I certainly wasn’t going to repeat it. But then, in an angry misguided appeal to have her see things my way, I turned to face my mother, opened my arms wide, and yelled, “This is bullshit, mom!”

For several seconds, there was a silence deeper than I had ever experienced.

Even in that silence, I could almost hear my sister’s mind shouting “Bingo!”

My mother narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare speak to me that way, young man!” She shook a finger at me. “Just for that you are going to be punished by Katherine and Laura, however they’d like, until dinnertime! And if you give them any trouble, things are going to get worse for you!”

I was stunned. She taunted, “What do you say to that?!”

My mumbled response dug me an even deeper hole: “I don’t see how anything could be worse…”

“Well, let me help you out there, Thomas!” retorted my Mom in a tone dripping with malice. “If I don’t get a glowing report from Katherine and Laura about your behavior, I’m inviting your pals Johnny, Billy, and Julie over after dinner to watch you get a spanking, dressed just as you are! Wouldn’t that be worse?!”

Whoa! That got my attention. My friends would never let me live that down. And Julie, she was the closest thing I had to a girlfriend. I’d rather die than let her see my Mom take me over her knees. I was ready to cut my losses.

Mom raised her arms, palms upward. “You have three seconds to say ‘OK, Mom’ or I’m making the call to your friends! 3… 2… 1…”

“OK Mom, OK!!!” I yelled, cupping my face in my hands. My tantrum had passed. Now I was in a state closer to panic. I was going to be at the mercy of a merciless sister. I was going to have to take whatever she dished out until dinnertime. And I standing naked and powerless amid three females who had in mind a collective plan to embarrass me into submission. So why, when I shut my eyes at that moment, did images of Laura’s delightful pussy lips and Katherine’s plump round ass fill my head? I can’t say. But I can say that the blood draining from my hot head was now causing my exposed manhood to twitch!

I bit my tongue, hard. This was the only way I knew to stop a boner in its early stages, and I was desperate not to add the humiliation of a hard-on to my predicament. It seemed to work, but when I opened my eyes I saw Laura again fixated on my penis. She had seen it twitching, and the twinkle in her eyes made it clear to me that she was going to be trouble for me.

Mom nodded her head. “Good decision!! Your first of the day! Now, I’m going to get started on dinner!” Then she turned and started walking toward the kitchen. As she walked, she commanded, “Thomas, you’ll do what the girls say until dinner, or else!!!” Then she stopped at the kitchen doorway and turned to face Katherine and Laura. “Girls…” she said solemnly. They looked up at her in anticipation. “You’re old enough to be babysitters. Don’t make me regret this,” she said.

Katherine put on her most angelic – and phony – face and said with all the sincerity she could muster, “Thanks, Mom.”

I tried to appeal to Mom for just a shred of compromise. “Mom, can I at least get dressed first?”

“Don’t ask me,” she said with a wry grin. “That’s up to Katherine and Laura.” She turned and walked into the kitchen, closing the door behind herself. Katherine high-fived Laura. Her plan had come together nicely.

“What do you think, Laura?” Katherine said, staring at my penis. “Shall we let him get dressed?”

Laura laughed. “Now where’s the fun in that? No, I think Thomas is dressed in just the right outfit for his punishment. Don’t you?”

Katherine nodded. “Brother, you fucked up big this time!” She put her hands on her hips and looked me up and down. Continuing, she said “The good news is I have no intention of sharing this punishment with your idiot friends! So, if you take it like a man, we’ll give a good report. Got it?”

Actually, that was a big relief. I had feared that even if I went along with this crazy plan, my sister would sabotage me by telling Mom I’d misbehaved, just to get even with me. “Yeah, I got it,” I said dejectedly. “Thanks, I guess.”

Katherine seemed pleased that I was cooperating. “Good! now put your hands on your head! And don’t move or speak until one of us tells you to.”

Reluctantly, I put my hands on my head. And I bit my tongue again. Laura stepped up in front of me and crossed her arms. “So, Thomas, were you watching the whole time we got dressed?” I nodded, looking at the floor. “Did you see everything?” she asked. I couldn’t refrain from smiling a little but kept my gaze down. I nodded again.

Still looking at me, Laura shook her head. “You little rat!” Then she turned to face Katherine. “Your mom is so cool! I never get to punish my brothers.”

Katherine nodded in agreement. “It’s a first for me too.” She rubbed her hands together. “So, what are we gonna do to make sure the pervert never blabs about seeing us naked?”

Laura thought for a moment, and then reached into her back pocket and took out her iPhone. “I think a few selfies might give us just the insurance we need.”

“Perfect!” Katherine purred.

I shook my head vigorously. But before I could speak, Katherine held up her hand and reminded me of the ground rules. “Mom said we could do whatever we want. And nudie selfies seem like fair punishment for a Peeping Tom!” Even at eleven, I knew she had a point.

And that’s when Laura began to snap photos. First, she just walked around me, taking snapshots from every angle while I stood quietly with my hands on my head. Then they took turns posing with me, draping their arms across my shoulders or around my waist. After a while they started using the self-timer to take pictures with both of them in the shot. One had both of them pointing their fingers right at my penis, while posing with mock ‘O’ faces. They were having a grand old time.

At one point in this photo shoot, Laura’s eyes lit up. “Katherine, can you get Buster’s leash? I have an idea!”

I didn’t like the sound of that.

Katherine laughed. “Coming right up! She said, as she bounded out of the room to get the leash. She was back in a flash and handed the leash and collar to Laura. The collar was red leather, studded with small metal spikes every inch or so. The leash was a bare length of chain that my dad had fashioned to replace the leather leash that Buster, our Siberian husky, had chewed through.

Laura gripped the collar and held it up for me to see. “Do you remember when we were younger and you were always pretending to be our puppy, Thomas?”

I did remember. It was yet another embarrassment of youth. When I was a kid, I always wanted to be with my big sister and her best friend, but they never wanted me around. Except one day I pretended to be a lost puppy and they loved it. They let me stay and play ‘house’ with them as long as I wanted. This went on for some months, until they tired of the game.

Laura continued, “You were such a pest! but we played along with you.”

I was insulted that she remembered me as a pest. They had liked when I pretended to be a puppy. I was sure of it.

Katherine chimed in, “That’s right! Oh, Thomas, you loved that game.”

She was right. I did love that game. I don’t think either she or Laura had any idea that the main draw of the game, for me, was that Laura gave me so much affectionate attention! She would pet me and talk to me and rub my belly and take me for walks, pretending to be a loving owner. My earliest sexual fantasies were somehow mixed into those memories. Of course, that was the last thing I wanted to relive now! I shrugged, saying “That was a long time ago.”

“Yes it was,” Laura agreed. “I think we were eight years old, and you were six. Let’s see if it’s still fun five years later.” She pointed to the floor next to her. “Now sit!”

Was it more humiliating to act like a dog for a girl at eleven than at six? Absolutely. But on the other hand, as punishments go this seemed like an easy one to endure. I knelt down and put my hands on the floor next to Laura. She made me sit up on my haunches so that she could get the collar on. She undid the buckle of the collar and stood behind me, gently wrapping the collar around my neck. Then she buckled it snugly and ran her hands along my neck and under my chin to ensure that it wasn’t too tight.

“Who’s a good boy?” She asked in that singsong way that dog owners do. She patted me on the head.

Just then Katherine squatted in front of us, facing away, and held up her phone to frame this embarrassing scene with her own face in the shot. As she snapped a series of selfies, she taunted, “Thomas, do you like having Laura put you on a leash? Maybe later she’ll rub your belly!”

Laura stood in front of me and leaned down to cup my cheeks in her hands. I wasn’t expecting it, but her gentle touch and Katherine’s reminder of past belly rubs sent a body-wrenching shiver down my spine. Just then Laura gripped the end of the leash and started walking, tugging in a way that pulled me to my hands and knees.

“Come on, puppy lets go walkies!” She said, leading me to crawl around the room. Katherine hooted and continued to snap pictures.

And then it happened. Laura stopped walking me around and called for me to heel. When I crawled up next to her, she reached down to pet me. But instead of just patting my head, she gave me long, slow pets down my back and over my ass. I think she knew the effect she was having on me, because after one long pet she ended with her hand on my naked ass cheek and just left it there. “Who’s Laura’s good boy?” she asked, patting my butt. Then she lifted her head to face Katherine. “You like my new puppy dog? He’s a ‘Mexican hairless’” she said, laughing.

Katherine continued to snap pictures, declaring “That’s hysterical! This is going to be my new screensaver!” Then her face changed from a grin to one of surprise. “Wait, what the hell! Thomas, are you getting a stiffy?”

It was true. I was as hard as a rock. Laura’s hand on my ass had sealed that deal. “No!!” I shouted, sitting up on my haunches and covering my groin. But it was too late.

“Um, yup! Boner city down there!” Laura chuckled, still holding the leash.

Katherine did her best impression of Mom. “Thomas, I’m surprised at you!” She put her hands on her hips. “Stand up!” she commanded.

I stood, still covering my erection.

“And get those hands on your head, young man! There’ll be no stiffy hiding today!” Katherine declared.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hardly able to bear this further humiliation. But I couldn’t refuse, lest I face an even worse fate. I put my hands on my head. I felt Laura’s hands on my neck again.

“Poor Thomas!” She said, from behind me. “Let me help you get this collar off. It just gets you too excited.” When she finished removing the collar, I opened my eyes. Katherine was squatting in front of me, with her face six inches away from my raging hard on! I squeezed my eyes shut again.

“Gotta say, little man,” she said “That’s an impressive boner! It looks super hard!” I was grateful for what seemed like sincere praise. I had expected mockery.

Just then, for the first time in my life, a hand other than mine gripped my hard shaft. I opened my eyes. It was Laura! She was looking directly at Katherine while teasingly wiggling my erection. “You’re right, Katherine! It is stiff as a board,” she said.

Katherine laughed, and widened her eyes at her friend’s brazenness. “I guess he likes being your pet on a leash! He’s such a naughty boy.”

“It wasn’t because I was on a leash!” I complained angrily. I had only a vague notion of why that idea stirred me to such fervent denial.

Laura let go of my penis and joined Katherine, who snapped a photo of me in my angry aroused state. Katherine wagged a finger at me. “Maybe not, maybe so! All I know is that you’ve always liked being Laura’s puppy!”

I couldn’t argue with that.

Katherine put an arm around Laura’s shoulder. “What shall we do with him next, Laura?” she asked.

Laura thought for a moment, while maintaining eye contact with me. “Hmm,” she said. “What shall we do with him next?” Then she raised a finger in the air as if she had an idea. “Well, your Mom’s idea of spanking him sounded good to me,” she said. And then, in a more deadpan voice, she added “Especially after he called me a dumb ass!”

Oh no. No way. Even Mom wouldn’t allow that. I threw the challenge flag: “No! You can’t spank me.”

Katherine grinned. “No? Let’s ask Mom.” Then she cupped her hands and yelled, loud enough for Mom to hear in the kitchen, “Mommmm! Are we allowed to spank him?”

There was a pause of about five seconds. Mom was thinking. I was sure she would intervene.

Laura snickered, filling in the silence, “It’s for your own good, Thomas.”

Mom yelled back “Oh yes, Katherine, good idea! Teach him his lesson!”

I couldn’t believe it. “Mom!! No!” I yelled. Silence.

Laura pumped her fist, then shouted “Thanks Mrs. B!” Then she stuck her tongue out at me. “Come on, dumb ass,” she said, “Time to get your heinie spanked!”

“NO!” I shouted. “I don’t have to listen to you.” I balled my hands into fists and prepared to fight.

To my surprise, they looked at one another and shrugged. Katherine said in a calm, clear voice, “You know what? You’re right, dumb-dumb. You don’t have to. But you should have.” She turned and motioned for Laura to follow as she headed away from me. “Come on Laura, Let’s go to the den and watch TV.” They went through the door and shut it behind them.

A victory, finally. That was the first thought I had as they left the room. My second thought, naturally, was that because of this pyrrhic victory I was in for a widely expanded round of embarrassment at my mother’s hand. And while I had previously had doubts about whether my mother would actually bring my friends over to see me get a bare ass spanking, I was now fairly convinced that she would!. My third thought was pure panic. I had to turn this around!

“Katherine! Wait!” I yelled, running to the den. The girls were already on the couch, watching TV. I stood contritely between them and the TV set, and said in my most humble tone, “I’m sorry, Katherine, I’ll listen!”

It was Laura who responded first, with pity “Aw, it’s too late, puppy!”

Katherine was more matter of fact. “Look, nudie boy, we told you if you behaved, we’d give Mom a good report! You didn’t, and now we’re all gonna get to see you get your ass spanked in front of your friends.” She let that sink in for a few seconds, then delivered the final punch. “Go talk to Mom, we’re done with you!”

I was beaten, again. I had endured terrible embarrassment at their hands, and now they had scads of pictures that were too embarrassing for me to even think about. And even after all that, I was going to pay the same price as if I’d refused to cooperate from the start! I appealed to her older-sister instincts. “C’mon please Katherine. I promise I’ll listen. I’ll do whatever you say. Pleeeease.”

Katherine turned to Laura, resolutely. “Here come the tears,” she predicted.

I was near tears, but I tried to hold it together.

Laura seemed to be saddened by this turn of events and decided to try to move things in a different direction. “OK stop crying and prove it,” she said.

I looked at her quizzically.

“Grab your willie and balls,” she continued, “and then ask me nicely to spank you for being a such a bad boy!”

“Nice one,” Katherine whispered.

I wasted no time. Sniffling in to fight back tears, I grabbed my penis in my left hand and cupped my balls with my right, then repeated: “Please spank me for being such a bad boy, Laura.”

Laura grinned. “Sure, I will, puppy!” she said cheerily. “Get over here and drape your bony ass across my lap.” She motioned for me to come to the couch. Then she punctuated her command with a harsh “Now!”

I moved to the couch. Laura spread her legs apart and pulled me down so that I was laying across her right thigh, facing to her right and leaning my elbows on the couch cushion. She draped her left thigh over my legs, which were sprawled to her left with my feet on the floor. Katherine moved to a chair near the couch. She started a new album of snapshots with her phone camera.

Laura put her right hand on my back and rested her left hand on my ass. “OK! Here we go! You getting this shot, Katherine?” she asked.

“You bet!! Another great screensaver! I’ll text it to you,” Katherine replied.

Laura took her time, rubbing my ass and mugging for the camera. Then she slipped her hand between my legs and grabbed my balls! She didn’t squeeze, but gently fondled them. I got hard almost immediately.

“Huh?!” was all I could manage.

“We’ve really got you by the balls, Tommy boy!” she said, laughing at her own corny pun. Then she let go of my balls and raised her hand. I presumed (correctly) that she was preparing for the first swat. “Get ready for a sore ass,” she said, before delivering an especially hard slap to my left ass cheek.

The crack of her spank made a loud report, which I echoed with a heartfelt “Yeoww!”

What followed were six more rapid spanks, alternating from left to right cheek. With each one Laura punctuated the spank with a staccato bark: “You!” “Have!” “Been!” “A!” “Bad!” “Puppy!”

I suppressed my yelps, and instead just gritted my teeth and grunted after each blow.

When that first barrage was done she paused and looked at her handiwork while rubbing my ass. “Ooh, Katherine, look, his bum is already rosy red.”

“Serves him right!” Katherine declared, snapping some ass photos from a close vantage point.

Laura asked me, “How many was that so far?”

“I don’t know. Maybe ten?” I said.

“Oh no, Puppy, maybe is no good!” she said, continuing to rub my ass. “You’re supposed to keep count. Now we have to start all over. You’ll get twenty strokes, and you might as well count them out loud. And after each one, I want you to say, ‘Thank you Ma’am, I’m sorry I peeped at you.’ You got it?”

“Yes,” I said, befuddled by the confusing admixture of her soft touch, my raging hard on, my sore butt, and my depthless humiliation.

Katherine broke out into a guffawing laugh. Then she fiddled with her phone. “Oh, this one has got to be a movie!” she declared. “Ready when you are.”

“Smack!” Laura delivered a hard spank.

“One!” I grunted. “Thank you Ma’am, I’m sorry I peeped at you.”

“You’re welcome. I accept your apology” she said, then landed another sharp smack.

“Two. Thank you Ma’am, I’m sorry I peeped at you,” I winced.

“Good. Next time say ‘Thank you Ma’am, I’m a bad little puppy’” she said. “Smack!”

“Three! Thank you Ma’am, I’m a bad little puppy,” I said.

Katherine joined in. “OK this time, ‘Thank you Ma’am. My sister rules’”

“Smack!”

I couldn’t hold back a yelp. “Oww! Four! Thank you Ma’am. My sister rules.”

And so it went. By the twentieth in this series my ass was horribly tender and I was thoroughly defeated. And I still had a boner.

Laura patted my ass gently. “That was the last one, dumb ass. You can stand up.”

As I did, both girls saw that I was super stiff. Laura put a hand to her mouth in surprise. “Oh, dear Lord, he’s got a boner again!”

Katherine nodded, then gave me a round of applause while staring at my penis. “Bravo, Thomas. Taken like a good little man!”

Katherine then rejoined Laura on the couch. I stood in front of them, rubbing my sore ass gingerly.

“Now Just one more thing and we’ll tell mom you did good, OK?” Katherine said.

“What?” I asked, suspiciously.

We’re going to watch some TV and Laura and I need a footrest, Katherine explained. “So, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to get on your hands and knees right here in front of us so we can prop our feet on you.”

Katherine changed the TV channel to MTV and waited for me to obey. I dropped to my hands and knees and made my best impression of an ottoman. Both girls extended their legs over my back and settled in for the half hour show.

When the show was nearly over, Katherine said to Laura, “Want to sleep over? I’m babysitting for Thomas tonight while my parent’s go out.”

Laura replied, “Sure!” Then she added wistfully, “Too bad the punishment will be over. I had fun today!”

Katherine said, ominously, “Who says the punishment will be over?”

Then she stood up behind me while I was still on all fours. She lifted her bare foot between my legs and tapped at my penis and balls with her toes. As if this were nothing at all, she said nonchalantly to Laura, “We own Thomas! To keep us from telling his friends about today’s punishments, I’ll bet he’ll do just about whatever we say!” All the while, she continued to poke and prod at me with her foot. I was too stunned to complain.

Then Laura got it, “That’s true! And he surely won’t want us to show those puppy pics to his little girlfriend Julie!”

“Wait, what?” I said. I was about to try to argue, but it was no use. They were right. I would do anything to keep my friends from even hearing a whisper about today’s events, let alone seeing actual photos and movies!

Katherine planted her foot on my ass. “So, Little Brother, you think you’ll keep obeying our commands tonight?”

I sighed, “Yes Katherine” .

“That’s ’Yes Ma’am’ to you from now on, Puppy,” Laura sang out, cheerily.

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