Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 55
by Chadlad

copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 55: Monday Morning Coming Down.

"Wake up," Gabriel was whispering into Chad's ear. "Wake up! But be quiet!" Chad opened his eyes. It was early morning, almost time to get ready for school. Gabriel was over by Tommy's bed, waking him up as quietly as he had Chad. Tommy sat up slowly, his butt obviously hurting him as he straightened up and stretched the muscles. Gabriel moved to the space between the beds now, his curved, hooded penis erect and snug against his belly, and then was squatting by the naked twins tangled together on the floor with their covering thrown to one side. He was pointing at one twin and grinning widely, his "Look!" he whispered. "Look in their butts! I don't believe it!"

Chad sat up and looked over at where Gabriel was pointing. "No! You've got to get down and see!" Gabriel hissed in a whisper. Chad slipped onto his feet, noticing only as he stepped toward Gabriel that he was still nude and had a striking morning hard-on just as Gabriel did. A quick glance at Tommy confirmed Chad's brother had one too, his pink erection looking a bit irritated, still, as he got slowly and stiffly out of his own bed. His brother's penis swayed from side to side ponderously as he stepped toward Chad and Gabriel, while Gabriel's bounced with excitement as he jumped up again and moved to the other twin's little bottom, where he squatted again and pointed.

Chad looked down. The twins were lying on their sides now, one twin's head facing the other twin's knees and vice versa, both with their legs drawn up so that their butts were bent and their butt-cracks all the way open. Gabriel was pointing into the butt of the nearest twin, his head turned sideways so he could see clearly. "Look!" he hissed. "They're both like that!"

Chad, his curiosity overcoming him, leaned over to look, then gaped and leaned closer. Opposite him, Tommy did an almost identical double-take with the other twin. The skin of the little white butt of the kid before him was traced with visible red veins that showed through the light skin, but that wasn't what Gabriel was pointing at. The kid was in a fetal position and his butt was bent so far that Chad could easily see the boy's anus from his position. But instead of the tight line with asterisk wrinkles surrounding it that he'd seen on both boys last night while they'd bent over obscenely, begging him to soap their anuses one more time, the boy's anus was wide open, open as Chad's own had been after he'd endured the butt plug in class following his diarrhea attack, and after being punished with the plastic penises in his classroom. It made an obscene little tunnel into the boy's body, bright pink tissue wetly visible inside. It almost looked like a girl's vagina, or at least what he remembered seeing in Alan's cousin Chana.

"It's all open!" Tommy hissed from his side. "You could stick your finger in there!" he added.

"I thought about doing that," Gabriel said. "But who wants their finger in some kid's butt?"

Tommy thought about his activities with Jesse of the day before and blushed, but the other boys didn't seem to notice.

"Is the other one like that, too?" He asked instead, stepping across to squat by Chad and Gabriel. He forgot all about being nude, about his stiff, still sore bottom, and about the hard-on that bobbed between his legs just as Chad's was doing. He was fascinated by this open look into a boy's insides. Jesse must have looked like that inside, too – clean and pink and wet like that. In a way, it made him feel better about what he'd done with Jesse yesterday. He was kind of squeamish about getting his dick dirty, but if it looked like that in there…well, it wasn't any worse than sticking your dick in a girl's place, was it? Not really any different. Would these little guys feel any different in there than Jesse? He surreptitiously glanced at his erect penis, comparing its width to the width of the open hole in the twin in front of him. The hole looked a lot smaller, but it probably would stretch, just like Jesse's had stretched. But not easily – if he tried to do this kid, he'd scream bloody murder, probably…

Tommy brought his thoughts up short. What was he thinking! A few days ago he didn't even want to consider that he might be attracted to boys, and now he was calmly thinking about what it would be like to have sex with the sleeping twins! He pushed the thought aside with a shudder. Doing stuff with Jesse was different. They'd been close a long time, and maybe it was just horniness, like Jesse's mom had said. But doing stuff with other boys…

"How come there' like that?" he asked loudly, to cover for his feelings and look merely intrigued, as the other boys were doing.

Chad had moved to squat by the other little boy, where he saw an identically open sphincter and a wide-open tunnel.

"I don't know," Gabriel said.

"Butt holes get like that when you stick something in them for a long time," Chad said, puzzled. "They forget how to close for a little bit. But I don't think anyone's been sticking anything in them here." He looked at Tommy suspiciously.

"Hey, don't look at me!" Tommy protested. "I just woke up! Besides, if I'd tried to do them, they wouldn't be asleep, would they?" He almost added that he his dick was too big for little boys like this, but remembered the disaster of the night before and bit his lip instead.

"Probably not," Chad said. He studied the anus of the boy in front of him. The other two studied the same spot on the other twin, all three boys so focused they were oblivious to anything else. "So how come they're like that?"

"It's because they're little kids," Beth's voice said suddenly from behind Chad. Chad almost squirted pee on the floor from his full bladder in panic, and Gabriel fell backwards onto his butt, waking the twin nearest him.

"Is it morning?" the boy said, lifting his head but remaining in a fetal position.

"Hey, it closed up!" Gabriel called.

The twin in front of Chad opened his eyes and lifted his head. To Chad's amazement, the boy's anus twitched immediately and fluidly closed until it was a tight ring again. The two boys stretched and yawned and uncurled their legs, standing and revealing miniature hard-ons matching that of the other boys in the room. Chad involuntarily looked at his own hard on in comparison, and then suddenly remembered that he was still naked and Beth was in the room. He jumped for his bed and pulled the sheet over his crotch.

"Hey, you can't just walk into our room!" he protested.

"I'm here, aren't I?" Beth said in a superior tone. She scanned the room staring smugly at the crotches of the four remaining boys. "Ready for action, I see," she smirked. Chad noticed, to his further chagrin, that Dakota was standing behind Beth in her nightgown, also staring at the sea of penises. Gabriel appeared unconcerned, but Tommy belatedly clapped his hands over his crotch, not noticing the head of his penis still stuck out the top.

"Little kids' sphincters relax sometimes when they're sleeping. Both of them, anal and urinary. That's why they wet the bed a lot. And even when you get old enough to control the peeing sphincter, the pooping one still opens a lot when you're really sound asleep. Heck, you bigger scrotes might still do that when you're really out. When they're little, kids poop themselves in their sleep when they do that. Bigger kids have trained themselves to stay tight when there's poop down there – these two probably do, too. But when the lower end of your gut is empty, they still sometimes open up when they're asleep. I've seen it all the time in kids I've babysat."

"You're looking at their butts when they're asleep?" Chad said, raising an eyebrow. "And why would you be doing that?"

"Hey, it's not like I want to," Beth said defensively. "You boys' bodies are disgusting, but especially back there. But sometimes the mom says to make sure to change them if they wet the bed, and a lot of little kids, even boys, wear open night shirts or long t-shirts to bed. And they're always curling up into a ball like these kids just were, so you can't even walk into the room without seeing their stuff – all their stuff."

"I heard when you die you poop yourself, too," Gabriel said. "They said so on Southpark. We used to have cable," he to Chad's surprised look. "I watched everything back then, even porn."

Chad felt a pang of jealousy. He'd heard other kids talk about Southpark, but he'd never seen it – his mother refused to pay for cable TV, arguing that they didn't have time to watch free TV, let alone TV that you paid for.

Beth was answering Gabriel. "I wouldn't trust Southpark much," she said. "I've seen the episode you're talking about. You don't eject it like they depict there – that would take a violent muscle contraction. But the spincter muscles do relax, and so the pee you have in you trickles out and any poop you have right in the rectum oozes out, too." She looked at the twin's crotches pointedly. "You two had better go pee before you wet yourselves," she said. The twins leapt to their feet and scampered past Dakota out the door, their little penises bobbing and their little butts pumping as they went, pushing and shoving to be the first in the bathroom door.

"I gotta go pee, too," Gabriel announced, reaching to squeeze his curved, hooded member. He started for the door.

"Freeze," Beth said. "You can go in a minute. I want to give you scrotes instructions first." Beth turned to Tommy. "Stop covering yourself," she said. "Put on your shirt and socks, and bring your pants and underpants downstairs. You won't be dressing until after breakfast. And no peeing, Tommy. You have to hold it until just before you get dressed, after you've been punished. You other two scrotes are punishing Tommy this morning. I've set up the peg chair for him already – put him on it. His food is already laid out. After he's eaten it all, take him off the peg chair and spank him so that he can go to school with his butt nice and hot. Only let him pee after he's been spanked."

Chad cleared his throat. "Gabriel can spank him," he said. "I- I'm not punishing Tommy anymore. I'm done."

"What?" Beth said, glaring daggers at him. "What did you say?"

"I said, I don't want to punish Tommy anymore," Chad said again. "I've done it enough – I'm not mad at him anymore."

"That's okay, I'll do it," Gabriel said eagerly. "I'll make him nice and red!"

"Quiet," Beth said to Gabriel. She turned to Chad. "You want me to tell Mom what Tommy did?" she asked.

"Who cares what you want?" Beth said. "You're just a scrote. And since you need to remember that, I'm ordering you to be the one give Tommy's butt his reminder spanking this morning. And you'd better make him good and red or I'll paddle you and then make you do it again until you get it right! Now are you going to spank him when I tell you to, are do I take you over my knee right now?" She looked at the dresser. "Ah, here's Tommy's hairbrush – that might make a suitable impression on your disobedient butt!"

"Just so long as we understand who's boss here," Beth said, smirking.

"Can I pee now?" Gabriel asked, dancing from foot to foot.

"Not yet," Beth said. "I have one more little surprise for Tommy-boy." She reached in her pocket and pulled out a small medicine bottle sealed with a dropper on one end. She held it up. "Today's challenge, Tommy," she said. She turned the bottle so Tommy could see it.

Tommy read the label and looked at it, puzzled. "Mercurichrome?" he asked. "What's that?"

"Medicine," Beth said. "People used to get it to put on cuts and scratches to kill germs. They don't sell it here anymore because it has mercury in it and everyone's scared of mercury now. But it's really not that bad, not when you just use it now and then. They still sell it in Mexico, and I have friends." She grinned evilly at Tommy. "They say it stings when you put it on if you're sore or have got any cuts."

"You're going to put it on my blisters?" Tommy asked, looking over his shoulder at his butt and cringing at the large number of blisters he had running down his crack and on his sit spots.

"Not at all," Beth said. She unscrewed the top, revealing that what Chad thought was a dropper was just a shaft of plastic extending into the bottle. "Hold still," she said. "And stick your crotch out toward me."

"Why?" Tommy asked.

Beth sat the Mercurichrome bottle on the dresser and picked up Tommy's hairbrush, then seated herself on Chad's bed. "Get over my knees, Tommy," she said sweetly. "Five paddle whacks for disobedience."

"I only wanted to know why..." Tommy began.

"Six paddle whacks," Beth said. She waited about 3 seconds. "Seven," she said, pausing three more seconds. "Eight." Tommy, suddenly catching on, scrambled over and climbed onto Beth's lap as she was saying, "nine." He buried his face in his folded arms, and tensed his bruised and welted butt.

Beth did not begin paddling him right away, though as he thought she would. Instead, she rested the paddle on his butt and rapped the top of his head with the knuckles of her left hand. "Owwww!" Tommy said, his head jerking up in alarm at the unexpected pain from another region entirely from what he'd been anticipating.

"Look at me," Beth said. Tommy looked at his older sister fearfully. "What position are you in?" Beth asked him sharply. "Think carefully. I'm adding an immediate spank for every answer you get wrong. Once you've answered all my questions you'll get the nine spanks you have coming. And all these are in addition to what Chad's going to give you just before you dress for school."

Tommy's mind whirled. He didn't want more spanks! But what was the answer to that? There could be lots of answers! "Ummm, over your knees?" Tommy ventured. In response, Beth raised the paddle and brought sharply down on Tommy's right buttock. It may a loud smacking sound in the quiet bedroom, and Tommy grunted, his arms tensing and his hands clenching into fists. Behind Chad and Gabriel, the twins came racing up the hall and stopped short, one on either side of the older boys, staring at Tommy's compromised position.

"Oh boy! He's getting' spanked!" One of the twins said.

"Cool!" His brother responded. "Can we watch?"

"If you're quiet," Beth said. "But if you make a sound, you'll be next!" She turned to Tommy, who was still clenching his butt and was staring straight ahead of him, biting his lips to keep from crying. He flooded with embarrassment has he realized the twins from across the street were now witnessing his paddling at the hands of his sister. "The correct answer was, 'the little boy spanking position,'" she said. "Next question. Why are you in the little boy spanking position?"

Tommy's heart beat doubled. That last spank had hurt so bad! What did she want him to say now? "'Cause – 'cause I was bad?" there was a loud, meaty crack as Tommy's left buttock exploded in pain to match his right. Tommy yelped again, and bit his lip to stop himself from crying in front of these little kids. Beth let the paddle sit where it had struck, moving it slightly to intensify Tommy's pain and humiliation.

"The correct answer was, 'because I was disobedient," Beth said, grinning. "And why is your butt always bare when I spank you?" She asked.

"So -- so it'll hurt more?" Tommy said, having a hard time getting the words out over his fear and the lump rising in his throat. Beth raised the paddle and Tommy cringed, clenching his butt tightly, ready for the pain to explode again. Instead, Beth set the paddle gently down in the center of Tommy's butt, directly over his anus.

"Very good, little-boy," she said. "I spank you on the bare ass so that it will hurt more. I want it to hurt. Spankings are supposed to hurt. This one is going to hurt a lot. It does all you boys a lot of good to lie across a female's lap, completely bare, and force yourself to hold still, while we slowly roast your little behinds. I can only imagine how it feels, nothing you can do but lie there and focus on how much your butt hurts, and how much it hurts more with each spank, and how bad it's going to hurt before your spanking is done. It helps you guys to remember that we females are in charge, and have always been in charge! And you just have to lie there and take it until we think your butt has been roasted enough. It was up to me every boy in this house would be spanked every morning before going to school. Just to remind you who was boss." She paused a minute and cocked her head slightly sideways, staring at something on Tommy's butt to she was seen for the first time with the slanted morning light through the window. "Hey," she said suddenly. "You have hairs all over your butt! Little fine hairs! All over!" She set the paddle down on the bed and pulled Tommy's bun apart roughly, looking in his butt crack. "You've got them on there, too!" She said. "All the way down to your baby balls! All the way up to the edge of your asshole." She leaned in the looked closer. "They're on your balls, too!" She said. "Stand up!" She yanked Tommy to his feet, leaning forward and examining his crotch. "They're even starting to grow back where I shaved you," she said. "Little hairs!" I guess I never saw them before because I only saw you at night. Chad, Gabriel, get over here!" She ordered.

Chad and Gabriel jumped simultaneously. Gabriel walked obediently over to stand in front of Beth, and, after a moment, Chad reluctantly dropped the sheet he'd been holding in front of his genitals and, with a sigh, walked over to stand beside him, blushing as Dakota eyed his erection with a hint of a smile. Beth leaned forward and examined each of their crotches in turn, lifting each penis and looking under it as she did. "Butts," she said, succinctly. Chad immediately turned around, so his butt was facing Beth, and Gabriel, seeing Chad's action, did the same. They each felt Beth's hands separate their butts one of the time and peer into their butt cracks. Chad blushed deeply as he heard Dakota move to whese she could see his exposed anus, too. "You guys have it, too!" Beth said. "Light little hairs everywhere, all you're your butts and your privates." She impelled the two of them away from her with a shove. "You guys – Karen's brothers! Yeah, you two little scrotes! Get your little butts over here!" Looking puzzled, the twins walked over and stood in front of Beth, who stared in each of their crotches, then lifted each little, now soft but wet-tipped penis in turn. She made twirling motion with her fingers and the two boys turned around to present their butts to her, nonchalantly allowing her to separate their buns and stare inside as if strange girls looked at their private regions every day. Well, thought Chad, knowing their mother and sister, maybe they did. She looked at Dakota, releasing the second twin's butt. "They all have it," she said. "All of them, even the little ones. Little tiny hairs all over their crotches and all over their butts and even between their legs! We'll have to do something about that tonight, at least with all ours," she said quietly.

"Back across my knees, Tommy!" She said sharply. "No more time for fun and games. I've got to paddle your ass and go get dressed for school myself."

Tommy meekly climbed back across Beth's lap and she raised the paddle. "Since we don't have time for more questions, I'm just going to assume you'd get the next one wrong, so I'm giving you 10 good ones," she said. "Then you go on the peg chair down stairs. And I'm telling you in advance that I put the pepper cream on the peg, so the inside of your butt can burn as bad as I'm going to make the outside burn!"

And burn Tommy's butt she did. Gabriel and Jesse both cringed with each blow as she slowly and methodically turned Tommy's butt bright red with her 10 spanks of his hairbrush. The twins, watching avidly, appeared more intrigued and excited than concerned. Tommy gave up trying to be brave in front of the twins, and his brother and cousin, and collapsed into uncontrollable howls by the third blow, which did nothing to diminish the force of Beth's efforts. She tossed the paddle on the bed, shoved Tommy onto the floor, and stomped out of the room as soon as she'd administered the 10th spank, leaving Chad and Gabriel to quickly get dressed, comfort Tommy briefly, and urge him to his feet. Chad held his shirt over his head. "Come on, Tommy," he said, as Tommy tearfully clutched his butt and refused to let go. "We got to get you dressed or Beth will spank all of us!" The twins had just finished tucking small genitals into their underpants and were slipping their pants on.

"Noooooo," Tommy moaned. "It hurts too much!"

"I know," Chad said. "Believe me, I know how much it hurts. Now come on, put your hands up so we can put on your shirt."

Tommy ignored him, continuing to grip his bright red, bruised butt and sniffle. His penis was still erect and throbbing, Tommy now oblivious to his three inches bouncing with his heartbeat in front of him and his swaying balls, looking larger than normal in their sack underneath. "You're still swollen from Dakota squeezing you," Chad said, to distract Tommy's attention from his butt. Tommy looked down at his balls, and let go of his butt to gently lift his sack and look at his swollen orbs.

"Relax, little brother," Chad said. "Mine swelled up worse than that when you and your classmates kicked the soccer ball into them over and over again, remember? They got twice that big! And mine still work!"

"I'll say," Gabriel said, thinking about the previous day. "Yours work really good!"

Chad shot Gabriel a warning look, but Tommy was staring at his genitals. Chad pulled at his right hand until he let Chad lift it and put it through the shirt sleeve, then allowed Chad to lift the left hand while he held his balls and stared at them. Gabriel dropped to the floor and prodded Tommy's feet up, one by one, and put on his socks. Chad handed Tommy's pants and underpants to the twins to carry, and he and Gabriel each took a side of Tommy and urged him into motion, forcing him to hobble down stairs to where the peg chair awaited him. As he caught sight of it when they went to the kitchen door, he froze.

"No!" Tommy said. "No, no, no!" Like a prisoner walking the last mile and then catching his first side of the electric chair and the fate that awaited him in it, Tommy recoiled and tried to tear away from the two boys. Gabriel almost lost his grip, but Chad held firm and spoke to Tommy soothingly.

"Come on, Tommy," he said in a low voice, pushing Tommy towards the chair. "You got to do it. You got to sit on it. It's not so bad! It's just like having a big poop! And the sooner you sit on it, the sooner you can eat your breakfast and get off of it."

Tommy let himself be guided over the chair and positioned above the peg, but then balked again when Chad suggested he reach back and gently separate his own buns to make it easier to get on the chair. "I can't!" Tommy wailed, tending his buttocks as tightly as he could. "It hurts too much!"

Chad sighed. "Hold his hands, Gabriel," he said disgustedly. "Hold them tight." Gabriel clamped down on Tommy's hands as hard as he could. Chad, reaching under Gabriel's grip, circled his brother's waist, gripped his brother's hot, welted buttocks, and pried them apart, placing his hands deeply enough that he could feel the edges of Tommy sphincter under his fingertips. Have to wash my hands after this, he thought to himself. Tommy began to squeal, kicking his legs futilely and tugging at Gabriel's grip on his hands. Bearing down on his brother with all his weight, he forced Tommy down until he could feel the edges of the peg brushing the tips of his fingernails. He used that information to guide the peg up to the center of his brother's butt hole. "Relax, Tommy." He urged his squalling brother. "It easier that way. Come on, Tommy, relax and don't fight me. It hurts, but it's not that bad!" He didn't know if his brother heard him, but he did feel the sphincter give under his fingertips, and he pushed Tommy smoothly down onto the greased peg. Tommy gasped as the peg entered him, but Chad kept pushing, and he felt the peg imbed itself into his brother until the backs of his hands were all that was between Tommy's bare butt and the chair. He then pulled his hands back and let Tommy settle on his sore buttocks.

"Yeowwwwwwwww!" Tommy squealed, trying to jump up again. Chad held Tommy tightly until he stopped bouncing and tensing and the fight went out of him. His brother hung his head and began crying bitterly.

"Now I'm going to release you. Don't try to get up," Chad said soothingly. He slowly released the pressure on his brother, but Tommy showed now sign of trying to escape any more. Gabriel released Tommy's hands, and Tommy let them fall, feeling the sides of his butt and rocking slightly, as if trying to settle the peg into a comfortable position, something Chad knew was impossible. Chad released his brother and then hurried off to the bathroom to wash his hands, and Gabriel settled down to eat the cereal in front of him. Chad returned in moments and sat in his own chair with his own bowl of cereal. The twins were noisily crunching their own cereal, eating with their mouths open.

"Better eat," Chad said to Tommy, who was managing to quell his tears again, and looking at his bowl glumly. Chad looked at Tommy's bowl, too. It appeared to be filled with some sort of mush.

"What is that stuff?" Gabriel asked.

"I think it's bread in water," Chad said. "Probably doesn't taste too bad."

"Then eat your food," Beth said, coming in the door with Dakota. "Because you're not getting off that chair until you've eaten it all. And I meant it about whipping your little boy toy with a switch if you pee on the floor!"

His rectum burning, fighting the urge to pee, and with a raging hard on from both having his anus invaded and from the need to go, Tommy gulped down the soggy, wet bread. Chad was right, it wasn't actually so bad, or wouldn't have been if his butt wasn't on fire, if his rectum wasn't burning up, if pee wasn't trying to force itself out of his hard penis, and if he wasn't naked in front of everybody and sitting with a peg up his butt. Not to mention the fact he was facing still another spanking before he got dressed for school, a humiliating spanking in front of everybody to be administered by his own brother.

Finally, though, Beth pronounced his bowl empty enough. "Get up," she ordered. "Watch this, kiddies," she added to Tommy's audience. Tommy tried to stand up, but the chair stayed firmly against his bottom with the peg imbedded in his anus. He had to reach back and push the chair off of him as he stood, feeling the terrible peg pull out of him. It hurt his irritated rectum coming out more than it had hurt going in, because the pepper lotion was still irritating his hindquarters mightily. Tommy had to actually had to bear down like he was pooping to get it out, but Gritting his teeth, he managed it. The twins though his actions were hysterical, and Dakota had a malicious grin as well by the time Tommy got the stool off his butt. He went to set it own, only to find that Gabriel was behind him now, gripping his butt and spreading it to examine Tommy's butt hole. "It did!" the smaller boy squealed in triumph. "It stayed open a second, just like the little kids' did!" The twins looked at him puzzled, but Gabriel was oblivious, dancing around Tommy chanting, "it stayed open, it stayed open!"

Tommy couldn't stand still now, with all the burning sensations from his hindquarters as well as his groin. He stood by the table dancing from one foot to the other, his hard, irritated penis flopping from side to side. "Can I go now?" He asked urgently. "Please, can I go now?"

Beth looked at him and snickered. "Not yet, little brother," she said. "Spanking time!" She pulled out a chair and looked at Chad, who sighed and sat in it.

"Come on Tommy," Chad said. "Let's get it over with. You know I don't want to do this, but I gotta."

Tommy actually began shaking. He'd made fun of Chad's fear of spanking, but that was before he'd discovered how intensely painful a spanking was on an already sore and welted butt. "Please," he said in a hoarse voice, looking from Beth to Chad and back to Beth. "Please? It hurts so bad!"

Beth actually smirked. "Good," she said. "After this it will hurt worse."

Trembling more visible, Tommy settled himself across his brother's lap. "But I gotta pee," Tommy wailed from his view of the kitchen floor, as his weight on his brother's legs pressed his bladder. "I don't wanna pee on him!"

"Then don't," Beth said. "Hold it instead of being a baby! I'll put you in diapers and sent you to school if you pee on your brother, and that's a promise. No pants, just diapers!"

Chad looked at Tommy's red, bruised butt with its extensive collection of blisters.

"I don't think we should spank him any more, Beth," he said. "Seriously. He's looking pretty bad!"

Beth glanced at Tommy's posterior. "He isn't it looking in the worst thing you did when we were spanking you," she said. "Now get to work. Don't stop until he's crying good and hard."

"He's right," Dakota suddenly chimed in. "He's all covered with welts from the paddle this morning! He might start bleeding or something if we spank him any more! I don't think we should."

Beth glared at Dakota. "What, is he your boyfriend now? This is the guy who ripped your brother's asshole wide open! You want Chad to spank him, don't you Gabriel?"

Gabriel was looking at Tommy's exposed bottom with fascination. He walked over and leaned over Tommy's butt, putting a hand firmly on each bun. Tommy flinched in pain as Gabriel pushed, but Gabriel pried his butt apart anyway and studied his crack carefully. Chad, unable to resist himself, leaned over and looked into his brother's crack, and so did the twins and Dakota. Tommy's anus was swollen, sore looking, and bright red from being on the peg chair and from the pepper lotion. It bulged like a mouth between his buns, and the skin around it was bright red from pepper lotion, too. Gabriel released his buns. "He's had enough," he said quietly. "I don't think we should spank him any more, either, or he'll still be sore when your mom gets home and then she'll find out everything."

That comment made Beth blink, and she was quiet for a moment, considering. "Fine," she finally said. "Get up, Tommy. But you're still getting punished every morning and night. Even if they're right and we can't beat your butt any more, there's lots of other stuff we can do. Not waiting for Tommy to get up on his own, she hoisted Tommy to his feet by gripping him between his legs, cupping a hand over his genitals, and then lifting under his shoulders.

"Can I pee now?" Tommy asked urgently, beginning his pee dance again. He'd made fun of Chad in this condition, but now he understood – it felt like pee was just trying to push its way down his dick, burning as it did.

"Hands at your sides," Beth said. "You get your challenge first." She brought out the Mercurichrome bottle and opened the cap again. As all eyes in the kitchen watched in amazement, she ran the applicator swiftly along all sides of Tommy's still erect penis, coloring his organ a bright orange-red as she did. She'd then did the same thing to his drooping scrotum. Stepping back, she admired her work. Tommy's penis bobbed up and down with his movements as before, but it was a shocking red in color, and so were his balls, swaying heavily below his extended organ. Beth put the bottle aside. "Go pee and wash your face," she ordered. Tommy hobbled off walking slightly bow legged. The rest of the kids cleaned the kitchen up and went into the hallway, where Tommy was just emerging from the bathroom, his penis now sagging but still a bright, shocking orange-red in color. Beth handed him his underpants, and all the kids watched in fascination as he dressed, wincing as he bent down to step in his undies, wincing even more as he struggled to drag the tight cloth over his sore butt and tuck his shockingly colored penis into the pouch in front. He winced again putting on the pants and zipping and buttoning them. It was obvious that the pants were causing his buttocks and genitals considerable irritation.

"So here's the deal," Beth was saying, as Tommy struggled into his shirt. "You're going to carry my camera to school with you," she said. "And while you're in school today, you must get your picture taken with two other kids of your choice, a boy and a girl. If you don't, you get your baby dicky switched. That is your quest. You'll have to get one of them to take the picture of you with the other, and vice-versa." Tommy, wincing as he straightened up from slipping on his school shoes, looked at Beth quizzically, wondering why getting to such pictures would be a problem. It was clear from Beth's grin that there was more to it than she was saying.

"Okay," Tommy said. He reached for the camera. Beth handed it to him.

"Oh, just one more thing," Beth said. "We have to be able to see your red baby dicky and balls in the picture, so I'm afraid the person you have your picture taken with will have to see them, too. You can figure out how you're going to explain why they're bright red." Tommy blanched as her words soaked in. Expose himself to a boy and girl at school with his dick and balls red? She couldn't be serious! It would be more humiliating than getting spanked in front of class naked! It would be almost as bad as it must have been for No Balls to have to let everyone see his lack of masculinity! What boy would be in the picture with him without spreading it all over school? And she expected him to expose himself to a girl? With his balls and dick all red like that?

Beth turned to the twins. "You to know how to get to school, right? So get there." They nodded and scampered out the door. Beth turned back Chad. "Oh, and one more thing. They can't be any of your friends. So if I see a picture with Jimmy Chen in it, or that obviously deluded girl who think you're cute, or anybody from your circle, your brother gets his little dicky whipped anyway! It has to be grade school kids. Is that clear? Good. Now get out of here, so I can lock up."

The four remaining children headed down the steps and out to the street, Tommy walking slowly and stiffly, his buttocks still a mass of pain. "You'll get me into the right class, right Chad?" Gabriel said with concern in his voice. Chad's mind was on Tommy's challenge and the cruelty of his sister in setting it.

"And can you make sure I'm not late? I don't want to get spanked on my first day, and especially not bare and in front of everybody," Gabriel said.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," Chad said. "I know where the fifth grade is." He most certainly did know where the fifth grade was. He remembered all too vividly his last visit to it, when, running gauntlet, he'd been masturbated by each girl is there in turn, then put on that awful stimulator that forced a boy to masturbate or suffer horrible internal genital pain, so that he had been compelled to milk himself shamelessly in front of Gabriel's entire class, but been deprived of the satisfaction of the orgasm when he did reach it, needing instead to stimulate himself more. He'd rubbed his penis raw that day. He also vividly remembered one of Gabriel's classmates -- what was his name, Clinton? Wendell? No, Quentin that's what was! Little Quentin, with genitals almost as big as Chad's, but brown in color, and a shit brown butt hole to match. Quentin, whose tiny butt had received a ferocious spanking for commenting too loudly that he'd like to "do that girl," who was masturbating Chad at the time, "do her right there on the floor." IT was the sort of thing Gabriel might say, too. He turned to Gabriel as they walked. "There is a kid in your grade named Quentin," he began. "You should get to know him, I think the two of you might have a lot in common."

"How am I gonna get two kids to take pictures with me with my – my – my stuff hanging out! And where can I go to take the pictures if I do get someone to do it? I don't know any girls that well! And the boys…" Tommy let his phrase hang, but Chad knew what he meant. Boys were so touchy at his and Tommy's ages – afraid of being accused of being gay, shy about people seeing their developing genitals, fearful that their penises were too small or saggy or crooked or funny looking. To invite another boy to pose with you with your pants down would be to invite endless ridicule unless he was your very best friend, and Tommy's best friend, who would cheerfully have done it, didn't go to Tommy's school but went to public school instead. And Beth had said it had to be kids at Tommy's school.

"You'll find someone," Chad said reassuringly. "Maybe Cynthia knows a younger girl who'll pose with you – maybe she won't even look at your stuff if we ask her nice. And we can find a boy – I'll help you. Everybody knows me after—after what happened. Some of them even like me. Beth said we can't use my friends, but that doesn't mean I can't help you."

Tommy glanced at Chad, but his look was bleak. He was up shit creek. He was up shit creek without a paddle, and no one could help him with this one. Heck, he could totally humiliate himself at school and still not get anyone to pose – he might approach a whole series of kids just to have them back out once they'd seen his red wiener. He'd be a laughing stock, and Beth would still whip his dick, and she had no doubt she'd do that, not the way her eyes had gleamed when she'd proposed it. Well, he'd have to go to class anyway – it was Dakota's first day at his school, and she was in his class. It's not like he could fake illness and skip. His spirits drooping, he trudged along with Chad and his cousins.