Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 88
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
[email protected]

* * * * *
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
* * * * *

Chapter 88: Revelation & Revelations

Now this was how a girl should look, Chad Henson was thinking to himself as he stared openly at the bare chest of Courtney Snetch. Firm, pert, but decent sized breasts tapering to narrower waist. Prominent nipples, standing up in the cool room, redder than his or any other boy's and quite a bit bigger. Breasts that made his penis rock hard in his tight school uniform pants. They shifted as Courtney shifted, and she shifted constantly, uncomfortable with the gaze of so many boys on her semi-nude body. With her arms pulled over her head and tied to the beam above her, her breasts were raised and jutted proudly outward. Her face wasn't proud, though – it was red with embarrassment.

Chad reflected on the last quarter hour, and how the girl had gotten in this position. Courtney, finally grasping that her blouse was coming off one way or the other, either voluntarily or in pieces, had fumblingly taken it off voluntarily (not that she cared, it was just a school uniform blouse after all, but her mother had threatened that she'd pay with her butt for any piece of clothing that had to be destroyed, and pay immediately). "Oh, you're going to be spanked, and spanked within an inch of your life," her mother had said. "But if you force me to damage any of your clothing, clothing I paid for, mind you, you'll be facing still another spanking when all of your other punishments are over – a bare-bottomed spanking where you'll get one spank for every dime's worth of clothing you damage." Courtney, who was excellent at math, quickly calculated that the $12.00 blouse she was resisting having removed was worth a horrendous 120 blows to her fragile posterior in addition to whatever other spankings she was going to get, and immediately decided fighting a losing battle wasn't worth it. Still, taking it off and exposing her bra and her bare shoulders and slightly baby-fat padded stomach to the slavering, eager little boy-turds in the room was one of the hardest things she'd ever done, and the humiliation made her flush beet red, a flush that spread onto her bare shoulders.

Somehow, illogically, she had hoped that would be enough, having to stand with her bra exposed. She almost convinced herself that her mother was just putting a scare into her, and that after this humiliation she'd say that it had all been just a ruse and let her dress again. And for awhile, it seemed she'd guessed right. The boys stared at her, her cousins giggling, her classmates silent, for an extended period of time. As time dragged on, she became even more convinced that this was the end of her mother's bluff, so she resisted the urge to cross her arms over her chest, and waited impatiently for her mother to call an end to the procedure. She'd apologize when her mother did – she'd apologize to all the boys convincingly, and vow never to do it again. It would be humiliating to have them report back to everyone she'd been stripped to her bra, but she'd get over it. But then her mother spoke, loudly, startling her.

"All right, Courtney. The boys have seen you in your bra long enough."

"Thank you, mother," Courtney said, starting the speech she'd rehearsed in her head. "Believe me, I won't do it again. I wasn't in my right mind. Emily kind of cast a spell on me. So thank you for deciding to have mercy on me. And guys, I'm sorry I tried to get you in trouble – it was all Emily's fault..."

"Was not!" Emily Git chimed in from the corner. She had turned her upper body around so that it was facing Courtney. "She had the idea first – I just went along with her! She said she'd done it to her cousins, and they got into trouble, and we should try it in school. I never..."

Her tirade ended in a yelp and a wail as her mother hit the buttons on her harness handle, and she doubled over her burning privates. She continued to double over as her mother released the button.

"Sorry about that," Mrs. Git said. "She hadn't learned much of a lesson, yet, I'm afraid."

"Neither has mine," Mrs. Snetch said. "But she will. Now, Courtney. I have no intention of forgiving you or letting you off from the punishment you so richly deserve, and I'm going to give you in front of these boys. In fact, what I was about to say was, it's time we took the next step and removed your bra."

The boys looked shocked, then hopeful. Courtney froze. "I can't take my bra off, mother!" she blurted out. "They'll see my—they'll see my—"

"They'll see your titties," her mother said matter-of-factly. "Just as you saw their little boy parts when they were punished because of your actions. "Let's see a show of hands. How many of you boys have had to show Courtney your genitals?"

The boys looked at each other, then hands tentatively began to rise. Chad was the first to put up his hand, the Jimmy and Randy. S. F., blushing again, raised his, and then so did a reluctant Alan from the back of the room. Jeremy and Matty looked at them. "What's she say?" Jeremy asked.

"Raise your hand if Courtney has seen your dick," Jimmy hissed.

"Oh," Jeremy said. "Raise your hand, stupid," he said to his brother. Both boys raised their hands.

"Looks like a case of tit for tat to me," Mrs. Snetch said. "Or in this case, titties for tat. Now stop stalling and take off your bra."

"I can see my daughter just isn't going to cooperate," she said. "we'll have to try something else." She thought for a moment. "Everyone follow me." Half dragging Courtney, she stepped out of the living room and into the kitchen, then through the kitchen door and into an attached garage. The boys trouped after her, gathering in little clusters by the garage door.

The garage was empty, obviously not used for car storage, and the floor was covered with a large section of carpet. Courtney's mother looked around her. "There," she said. "One of you boys bring that come-along over here."

Chad looked where she was nodding. There was a contraption consisting of two sets of pulleys on a bench, a lever hanging out one side, and two hooks on either end of the pulleys. Cables snaked through the pulleys twice through and then wrapped around a small drum connected to the lever.

"Hook one end on this beam," Courtney's mother said. Emily walked bow-legged through the door, her mother guiding her with the harness handle. They stopped just to the side of where Courtney was still holding her feebly struggling daughter. Chad looked up at the hook on the beam, far out of his reach. Jimmy ran and grabbed a chair by the bench an pushed it over, and Chad climbed the chair and, standing on his tip toes, was able to hook the device over the beam. Meanwhile, Courtney's mother had wrestled her hands out in front of her, and was holding them out, wrists together. "Tie her," she ordered, and Mrs. Git reached into a pocket.

"I've got some Velcro retraints the school gave me," she said. "They should work nicely."

In moments, Courtney Snetch's wrists were bound together and then the restraint was hooked over the come-along's lower hook. Her mother began cranking on the lever, shortening the device as the cable wrapped around the drum, and lifting Courtney's hands higher and higher, until her arms were fully stretched above her. Courtney stood ineffectually pulling on her wrists and shifting her feet. "Let me go!" she squealed at her mother. "You can't do this to me!"

"Quiet, Courtney," her mother said firmly. "I most certainly can do this and lots more to you. For that outburst, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." Reaching up, she pulled the lever once more, raising Courtney's heels a half inch off the carpeted floor. "I was willing to allow you some comfort, but I'm afraid you're going to have to stand on your toes now," she said.

The boys gazed in fascination at the girl stretching on her toes to the ceiling. Courtney, oddly, found herself wishing she didn't still have the small bulge of baby fat on her stomach, so that she'd look more presentable, more alluring. The boys were looking at her, but it wasn't any worse than wearing a bikini, and she'd done that often enough just that last summer, so often that she was still tanned on her exposed skin. She's stop thinking about the future – it was just too unthinkable that she was going to be stripped in front of them. It's like being at the beach, she thought. Just wearing my skirt and a bikini top.

And then her mother had rocked her world again. "Matty, Jeremy, come up here," she'd said. The two had scrambled to their feet and almost run over to Courtney and her mother in the front of the room, their little piggy eyes glittering with anticipation. "Pull off your cousin's skirt, please. But not the panties – leave them on for now."

"Mother!" Courtney said. "You can't!"

"Don't tell me what I can't do, girl!" her mother snapped. She pulled the lever over Courntey's head another loud click, raising her heels an inch off the ground. Meanwhile, Jeremy already had his grubby little hands digging under her waistband, and his brother immediately followed suit.

Courtney almost died with embarrassment, then. The skirt slid down easily and fell into a puddle on the floor around her feet. "Step out, please," her mother said, and Courtney did so mechanically, her heart thudding. She was standing there, with all these boys watching her, with her pink panties on display! Nothing but a thin layer of cloth between her naked body and the boys' greedy eyes! She couldn't help it – she looked down to see if they could really see anything, if her panties were crooked so that a side of her vulva stuck out, or if the outline of her genitalia could be seen, but to her semi-relief the cloth was smooth and covered all her vital parts. She almost breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, the boys were looking at her in her underwear, but surely this was all the further her mother would take it -- she wouldn't actually go through with making her naked and doing all those dire punishments. It was just a bluff. Any minute, now, her mother would say to her, "Okay, I hope you learned your lesson," and then she'd let her get dressed and send all these awful boys home.

"Have a seat, boys," Courtney's mother said to the little group. There was a shuffling disorder as the boy's settled down on the carpet about 6 feet from her in a sort of semi circle. Emily Git was guided by her mother into the far corner of the garage and ordered to stay there. What now? Courtney wondered. Her mother probably wanted her to apologize before she brought an end to this idiocy.

"Turn around, Courtney," her mother said firmly, ignoring her apology. "So your back is to the boys."

Puzzled as to where this was going and why she was being bound when her mother was about to release her and admit this was all a charade, Courtney turned around. Now the boys could see her butt encased only in her panties, and she could feel their eyes boring into her posterior, taking in her gentle, feminine curves. She was secretly proud of her butt. Admiring it in the mirror when alone, she'd decided it was a pretty good butt from the rear – her hips flared only slightly, smoothed by the still present baby fat she'd acquired early in puberty, but it was clearly a feminine butt, not a boy's more muscular posterior. It was disconcerting to have to stand there in her underwear, displaying her feminine curves for these slavering idiots. Yet, it wasn't much different from the bottom of her bikini, not really, and she didn't mind showing off her modest curves in it.

"Now, boys, pay close attention," her mother said from behind her. "Boys often find bras to be confusing and mysterious when the time comes that they're confronted with them, especially concerning how they are removed, and you guys can be very clumsy as a result. But as you can see," (Courtney felt her mother's hand pressing on the center of the back of her bra, by the clasps) "under this flap of cloth there are little hooks that catch onto little eyes. To remove it, all you have to do is pull the top part of the overlap this way while pulling the underside the other way," (Her bra tightened briefly as her mother demonstrated, then to her chagrin, she felt her bra part in back and hang loosely on her), "it comes right off," her mother concluded.

"Wish someone had taught my ham-handed boyfriends that," Mrs. Git said cheerfully from behind. "It would have saved me replacing several good bras."

It took Courtney a moment to realize completely that her bra had parted in back, and was simply hanging on her shoulders and loosely over her breasts. "Mother!" she protested.

"Hush," her mother said brusquely. "I was talking to the boys. Now to hook it back up, you just line up each hook with each eye, one at a time, and it's back in place." To Courtney's relief, her mother hooked her bra back up again, making it tighten comfortingly again on her pert breasts. So her mother was just teasing her again, trying to make the lesson more memorable. Now it had to be over, and her mother would release her, and...

"So who wants to be first to try it," her mother said behind her. "You, the dark-haired boy. Alan, isn't it? Would you like to try taking my ill-behaved daughter's bra off first?"

There was a moment of silence behind the thunderstruck Courtney. Her mother couldn't be offering to let the boys practice removing her bra! "Um, no thanks," Alan said hoarsely from far behind her. He must be sitting as far away from her as he could on the garage floor, back almost by the door. "Um, I think Chad should go first. Or S. F. Or Randy. Courntey didn't really do anything to me."

"You got spanked naked," Jimmy Chen said. "Just like the rest of us. So you have just as much right."

"That was my fault," Alan said.

"Yeah?" Jimmy said. "What did you do, anyway?" he challenged. "And how come you and Chad won't tell us? You know what we all did."

"I'll go first," Chad said loudly. He was cutting off this line of discussion in the only way he could think of. Courtney was mortified. Would her mother really let this boy take her bra loose? What if it fell off her breasts when he did? He'd see them! Naked!

"Mother!" she said again indignantly.

"Hush, I said," her mother chided. "One more word, and I'll rip those panties off and you can show them all your naked bum right now. And your bum will pay for those panties."

Courtney fell silent, her indignation quelled by the outrageousness of this proposal. Would her mother really do that? She had almost completely convinced herself her mother wouldn't' violate her modesty that way. She couldn't remember the last time her mother had seen her naked, let alone anyone else. Perhaps it had been her last childhood physical, at least 2 years ago, when her pussy had still been smooth and bare. The doctor had very briefly lifted her paper robe and glanced between her legs, but had lowered it quickly and pronounced her fit. (She'd been worried that he'd do more – a girlfriend had told her that her doctor had made her climb onto a table and spread her legs wide, and had put a cold metal thing in her hole down there and spread it open and stared into it, and that in that position her anus had been exposed as well, even more exposed than Emily's had been on the diaper table that afternoon. But to her relief that hadn't happened to her – the doctor hadn't even touched her down there). And since then, she'd kept her body private from everyone, even her mother. She finally decided this was just part of her mother's bluff, and she bit her lip so as not to antagonize the woman further.

She felt Chad's tentative touch on her back as he gripped her bra straps and fumbled with them, eventually making the catches part and the bra sag again. Then he was fumbling even more trying to reattach them, and she almost laughed at how much trouble he was having doing something she did easily every day. Chad was replaced by Jimmy Chen, who was rougher and he looked over her shoulder trying to see under her cups after he loosened her bra. (Her tits were big enough to prevent the bra from sagging far and she didn't think he actually saw anything). Randy Martinez was coaxed up behind her next but showed the greatest skill in actually manipulating the catches, and he buttoned her up almost as fast. S. F. replaced him, clumsy with the catches as he was with everything else. She could feel his hot breath on her bare shoulders as he fought with the unfamiliar fastener, but he did eventually get it loose. But then, in lowering his hand in relief, he brushed the left strap of her bra and it slipped, and before she knew it, her left breast popped out, pert and upstanding, right in the open where, had anyone been to her side or in front of her, they would have seen the soft, white mound with the prominent pink nipple standing boldly out from her body. But S. F. never looked at all. Instead, he turned to her mother. "It fell out," he said helplessly. "Her – her thingie. It fell out."

"Just slip it back on," her mother said. S. F. hesitated, fumbled with the strap while trying not to touch her flesh at all, then pulled the strap up. This resulted in the cup top snagging under her breast and lifting it, making the nipple point to the ceiling. But still S. F. never looked over her shoulder or around her side to see – he just kept tugging ineffectually. "It won't go back on," he finally said.

"Of course it will," her mother said. "Just reach around and guide it over her breast."

"You mean, touch her? There?" S. F. said, incredulity in his voice.

"Go for it!" Jimmy Chen burst out. S. F. actually appeared to physically shrink into himself, his hand withdrawing from the strap like it was on fire. Shrugging, her mother reached over, slid the cup up over a pert, teenaged breast, and snapped the bra again.

"You can sit down, young man," Mrs. Snetch said. S. F. retreated his spot beside Chad and pulled his legs up, ducking his head until he was almost in a fetal position. "Is that all you older boys? I don't you need this lesson yet, Jeremy, and Matty certainly doesn't."

There was a disappointed "awwwww," from both boys. Their aunt ignored it. "Turn around now, Courtney," she ordered.

Okay, this had to be it. This was where her mother would announce that this was all a charade. She'd almost been fooled, when the bra had actually slipped off her breast and her mother had actually suggested the vampire touch her to put it back on, but that obviously had been another maneuver. Her mother must have known the shy, slightly built boy currently still wearing that humiliating Sissy Boy skirt wouldn't have the courage to do it. The fact that her mother didn't force him but just fastened her bra itself, confirmed it. So with renewed confidence that her ordeal was almost over, Courtney turned around and looked at the boys gathered in a loose semi-circle almost defiantly. Matty and Jeremy were giggling as they sat snuggled up next to each other. Chad was looking at S. F. as if he wanted to say something to comfort the other boy. Alan was staring at bench on the side wall, not even looking at her. Randy Martinez was looking at her with his mouth slightly agape as if he was panting, but that wasn't unusual – the heavy boy breathed like that all the time. Only Jimmy Chen actually met her eyes as she fixed each boy with her glare. He was grinning from ear to ear, and his eyes bored right into hers, then shifted deliberately down to her bra. He made little squeezing motions with both hands, like he was holding her breasts and comparing their respective heft. Embarrassed, she looked away. The movement caught her mother's attention. "You – Mr. itchy hands! What's your name?"

Jimmy blinked, suddenly sober. "I'm Jimmy Chen, ma'am," he said seriously. He drew up his knees and circled them with his hands, looking out at her with his chin propped on his arms.

"Do you think this is all a matter of fun and games, young man?" she snapped. "This is a serious disciplinary session, and I expect you to treat it that way. This isn't a pole dancing club, or a strip joint, or the set of an X-rated movie. If you can't maintain decorum, get out."

Jimmy's face grew more serious. "I understand that, ma'am," he said. "But, um, you see, um...." He paused for a moment. "Um, you see, ma'am, I get spanked and paddled a lot. More than anyone, I think. The guys can vouch for that. I got whipped bare myself just a few weeks back, didn't I, guys?" He looked around at the group of boys, got nodding heads for support. Jeremy, relating strongly to Jimmy's statement and sensing a kindred spirit, sat up straight, pushing his brother's leaning body off his.

Jimmy's attention turned to the younger boy. "Would this friend's be the girl in the corner who's not wearing pants?" he asked. "And was she part of why you got into trouble?"

Jeremy looked over at Emily like he hadn't noticed her before. "Yeah," he said, suddenly excited. It was her! Hey, how come she's got that thing on her popo? It looks like metal undies! And what holds it on? And how come her butt's all purple and red? Hey, did she get spanked or something?"

"Whoa, boy. Focus," Jimmy said. "When you got spanked, and Emily was there with Courtney. Why'd you get spanked?"

Jeremy looked a bit abashed. "It was an accident, really," he said earnestly. "I kinda hit her. Because she was making fun of me. She said Matty and I were diaper babies. So I hit her. I barely touched her! And then she starts yelling that I'd broken her nose, and they all came running and started babying her, and then I got spanked. Right in the living room! Pants down!"

"I bet her nose looked fine later on, though, didn't it?" Jimmy said. Understanding began dawning on Jeremy's small freckled face.

"You think—you think she faked it?" he asked.

"Don't you?" Jimmy said. "I bet you hit your brother lots harder lots of times, and he never tells on you."

"Well, yeah," Jeremy said. "But we're boys."

"Let me ask you something else," Jimmy said. "Did Emily and Courtney watch you get spanked? And did you have to keep your pants down for awhile after you were spanked? Like stand in the corner or something?"

"I had to stand in the middle of the room!" Jeremy said indignantly. "Mom said everyone should get a good look at my butt and how red it was so that they'd learn from it. Especially Matty."

"He was real red," Matty chimed in. "Like a sunburn! All over his bum!"

"I had to stand on the footstool," Jeremy continued, still indignant. "So my privates were up where everyone could see them!"

"Are you heading somewhere with this, young man?" Courtney's mother asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Jimmy said. "Just let me ask him one other question. When you were bare, after you got spanked, and were standing in the middle of the room, did people leave you alone?"

"No," Jeremy said resentfully. "They kept touching me. They kept touching my bum, and rubbing it, and asking me how much it hurt. And it was sore, but they touched it anyway! Especially Courtney! And they all pulled my peenie! And the creepy girl tried to grab my balls, but Mom came in just then and she stopped."

"And was Courtney one of the people who touched your private parts while you were being punished?" Jimmy asked.

"That was just because you pulled my peenie harder when I got spanked before that!"

"Only 'cause you about yanked mine off the time before!"

"Guys..." Jimmy said, glaring at the two boys, who, recognizing who was the alpha male, subsided.

"One more question," Jimmy said. "Did Courtney's mother know the girls were pulling your di.. your peenie?"

"She told us we could! She said it was a better lesson, that way," Matty chimed in.

Jimmy looked at Courtney's mother seriously. "Same when I got whipped, ma'am. The teachers and the principal let all the girls touch me on all my private areas, all the time I was bare. And they did the same when Chad was bare, and Randy, and Alan, and S. F. And S. F. really has something to grab onto, believe me! It was part of the punishment. But even before she touched me, Courtney took her hands and made motions at me like this." Here, he took his left hand and held it down with his index finger drooping, like a dangling penis, then took his right hand and mimed a milking motion. He then shifted the right hand to the knuckles under the dangling penis symbol, miming the gripping and squeezing of a scrotum. "I knew what she meant when she did it, and I think you know, too. And when she got the chance, she followed through on it. She did it for real." He let his hand fall and shrugged. "So you see, ma'am, I was just following Courtney's example, the one she set when us boys got punished. It wasn't just me, you know. Friday, when S. F. got spanked with that electric paddle, Courtney yanked his prick.. I mean, his boy part with both hands." He gave Mrs. Snetch a conspiratorial look. "He's kinda well-hung, so it took her two hands. Like an elephant. Makes me jealous." He took a breath and let the momentary smile drop off his face again. "And when Randy got the 7-up enema, she made pooping noises at him all day. And when Chad got the gauntlet, and they let the kid he hurt butt-fuc.. um, get even with him in class, she did this in front of Chad for the next week after he served his suspension." Here, he circled his finger and thumb on his left hand, then took his right index finger and made distinct fucking motions.

He looked at Courtney's mother earnestly. "So, ma'am, I might have been a little out of line. It's not that I was saying I want to grope your daughter's breasts, ma'am. I don't, really. Not that they aren't very nice breasts and all that, but that wasn't what I was saying with what I did. Look, I'm not even hard!" He spread his bent legs so that his currently modest crotch bulge was visible in the tight school pants. "Just ask the guys – they know I get lots bigger when I'm hard. You can squeeze it if you don't believe me – I don't mind if you touch it. No, that's not what I meant, either," Jimmy said, looking frustrated. He took a deep breath. "I know I'm coming off as a total perv, here, but it's not that. There's girls I like.."

"Cynthia," Chad mumbled.

Jimmy looked at him indignantly. "No, not Cynthia," he said firmly. "Not that I don't like Cynthia – she's maybe the coolest girl I know. But she's your girl, dude – don't think I don't know it. Even if you don't know it. I'd never make a move on my best friend's girl – you know—bros before.... Never mind. Cynthia's all yours. But there's other girls..."

"No," Jimmy said. "I'm sure she's good enough for me, probably better than what I deserve. But she doesn't affect me that way. I'm not turned on by her, even now, when she's in her underwear. Just look at me -- you can see I'm not lying. I'm sorry if that offends you, but she's not my type. Too – too bossy. I like girls that are nice. So I didn't mean anything perverted in what I did. I was just telling Courtney that what goes around comes around, you know? My grandma has this saying, 'What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.'" He paused. "I've been the gander long enough – I just thought the goose should get some of it back."

"Well, then," Mrs. Snetch said. She paused a minute, as if she'd completely derailed her train of thought. Courtney decided it was time to intervene.

"Mother, don't you think this charade has gone on long enough?" she asked. "We all know you're not actually going to strip me or spank me in front of these little perverts!" She glared at Jimmy, wishing she could move her hands to point at his face. "She sees right through you, Jimmy Chen! She knows you're lying! You want me! You probably yank your little turd dick 20 times a day thinking about me! You aren't fooling anyone with your holier than thou speech about what's salsa for the goose is salsa for some glender."

"Sauce for the gander," Jimmy corrected.

"Young man, could you come up here behind my daughter," Mrs. Snetch said. Jimmy, looking puzzled, stood up and took a position behind Courtney. Courtney's mother turned and looked her daughter in the eye. "Go ahead and unsnap her bra," her mother said. "Only this time, we're going to take it all the way off."

"NOOOOOO!" Courtney shrieked, trying to twist out of her mother's grip. Jimmy, grinning from ear to ear, working more deftly than before, unsnapped the catches and let the bra straps fall to each side. He tugged the front of the bra down, spilling out her breasts, which then got caught under the bra itself, making them point their nipples, so much darker and more prominent than those on the boys, straight out at Chad. Mrs. Snetch spoke up. "Pull it up over her head," she said. "Just shove it up her arms out of the way." Pulling and tugging, Jimmy worked the bra up as instructed, standing on his tip toes to push it up next to the Velcro straps tied to the come-along hook. And that was how Courtney Snetch, to her total humiliation, found herself standing with her top completely bare, her pert breasts pointing defiantly at a room full of open-mouthed boys.

Now this is how a girl should look, Chad thought to himself. Just like this. Thin waist, flaring hips, and firm, tight breasts jutting out from her chest, topped by dark pink nipples and areolas, the tips stiff in the cool air. They were beautiful, rounded, cones, and his penis in his pants hardened immediately, creating an embarrassing tent in his tight school pants. He glanced surreptitiously at S. F., who was staring at Courtney's chest with his mouth open like he'd never seen anything like it. Randy Martinez was hyperventilating to Chad's right, and Matty and Jeremy were pointing and giggling, almost rolling on the floor as they chortled out fragments of speech, the only parts of which Chad could pick up were "boobies" and "naked." Jimmy Chen had moved to the side front quarter of Courtney, where he was viewing her bare tits at close range, his hands, at his sides, cupping unconsciously as if he was mentally feeling the pert orbs. Only Alan Delvecchio seemed unaffected. He sat to one side with his legs pulled up and his arms crossed, having given Courtney's chest only the most cursory of glances. His crotch was visible between his legs, though, and Chad noticed, almost to his embarrassment, that Alan, of all the boys in the room, was the least visibly aroused. (Jimmy Chen, despite his brave disclaimers earlier, clearly was hardening rapidly himself, Randy Martinez's little pole was prodding straight out in his pants making a visible tent, and even Matty and Jeremy sported diminutive bulges in their shorts).

Courtney, the battle now lost, stood with her chest heaving, Realizing that her breasts were now visible to every single boy in the room, her face flushed crimson, the flush spreading down her neck to her shoulders. She let out an anguished sob and let her head fall. This couldn't be happening! She couldn't be bare-breasted in front of these boys!

But she was. And with that realization came another, more disturbing one. If her bra had actually come off, if her mother had been serious about that, perhaps she was serious about spanking Courtney, too. What had she said? Courtney would get what the boys she had framed had gotten. S. F. had been paddled. Randy had been given a burning enema. Matty and Jeremy had been spanked, repeatedly, because of her. Paddled, too. And all of them had been punished – had been punished –

Naked. That's how they'd been punished. They'd all had their pants and underpants pulled down, pulled clear off, and they'd been punished naked. In S. F.'s case and in the case of Matty and Jeremy, the pant and underpants had come off to make their respective spankings and paddlings hurt more, whereas in Randy's case his pants and boxers had been removed to allow access to his butt hole, where the enema tube had to go. But in all their cases, their boyish genitals had been bared as well, exhibited to all present, with the humiliation that entailed being considered part of the punishment. It had been a big part of the payoff for her – to see those private little appendages that made the boys what they were, boys. She'd found it viscerally thrilling to stare at their foreign-looking crotches, with all the dangles and bulges where she was flat and discrete. She'd been fascinated when first Chad and then Alan had gone onto the diaper table, their legs lifted and tied beside their heads, their entire anal and genital areas wide open right in front of her nose (she sat right beside Emily in the front, after all). The tight, winking butt holes that never stood still in the boys tied on the table, looking like a seeking little mouth at times. The flat, smooth expanse of skin between their butt holes and their balls, so foreign to her. (Courtney's anus wasn't more than ½ an inch from the underside of her vulva). The boys' balls themselves, so different from boy to boy – Randy Martinez with his almost flat sack, the balls within buried in fat. Chad with his tight, high sack, bulging on each side with oblong little marbles. Alan, his sack bigger and saggier than Chad's, the balls within more prominent. Jimmy with his fatter sack, tighter than Alan's but wider, too. And then Joey Turpin and S. F. – Joey with his hairy, pendulous sack and balls that looked huge in comparison to the smaller boys, and the hair growing even at the edge of his butt hole. And S. F., with balls as big as Joey's – bigger, even, after Emily had reportedly crushed them in her ill-fated escape.

And then there was their penises – dorks, Emily liked to call them. She said boys were dorks because they had dorks – it was a favorite phrase of hers. Courtney felt a moment of sheer anger when she thought about Emily. Emily standing right there across the room, her purple and red welted butt looking swollen and huge. This was all stupid Emily's fault. Dorks with dorks, she called boys, saying the word with such contempt that it was contagious.

But Courtney didn't like that word for boys' private parts – she didn't like it at all. Penises were too cute to call dorks – too cute, too exciting, too – neat, somehow, to call such a lowly name. Courtney herself used different names for the appendage that was the most prominent difference in male and female anatomy, depending upon which of the wide variety of types of penis she was thinking about. Matty and Jeremy had peenies – a word her mother used, a cutesy name for a cutesy little organ. Peenies were small and cute, non-threatening even when erect. You just wanted to pet them, and she'd certainly petted theirs enough when they were babies and toddlers. She'd loved manipulating their little peenies when she changed them, especially when the little things would get hard when she touched them. But as they got past potty training and being bathed, she lost her excuses for having her hands on them. She'd gotten quite a fright one day when Matty's mother had come in just as he was finishing his bath. He'd been standing by the tub while he was being dried off, idly fingering his little hard peenie with one hand, (She'd fired him up with an especially extended soaping and rinsing that day). When his mother came in, he'd looked up at here earnestly and said, loudly, "My peenie is the best feeling place Courtney rubs."

Her aunt had looked a bit taken aback, but then had recovered and said, "Of course she has to rub it dear – that's how you get it clean."

"And it gets really dirty, because that's where the pee comes out," Matty had said in his high-pitched, toddler voice. "That's why she has to rub it a lot." Courtney had been sure her mother knew, then, but she didn't say anything in the days that followed. And after that Courtney had restrained herself and not handled him nearly as long, even though he twice looked up at her when she finished soaping and rinsing him and said, "more?" in a pleading voice. Not long after that, he'd decided he didn't need girls in the bathroom to help him bathe, and that had been it for seeing and handling his peenie except for the spankings she helped him get.

Now what Chad and Randy had, she called weenies. Bigger than peenies when seen next to each other, but still little-boyish. More transformed when they got hard and the mushroom heads swelled. Still cute when soft and dangling or drawn into the body like a big pimple. But more crotch tinglingly male when hard. She still treasured her memory of Chad masturbating in front of class, his little weenie pulsating when he'd climaxed. She wondered if his climax felt like hers did when she pictured him with his little hand a blur at his crotch, then pumping his lean muscular butt at the end.

Jimmy, and to a lesser extent Alan, had dicks. Bigger, longer, more threatening and alien looking appendages. Alan's was too long for its thickness, or too thick for its length. And Jimmy's was too twisted and crooked to entice her. She'd masturbated to the image of Jimmy getting whipped on the horse, but in that position you couldn't even see his dick, only his boyish, switch-striped butt.

And what S. F. and Joey had at their crotches, she thought of as dongs. Like the long clapper on a bell, swaying back and forth, banging against their bell-like balls. Big dongs, threatening and huge. She knew girls were supposed to take boy's dongs into their pussy holes, and it was supposed to feel good, but she couldn't imagine anything as big as their dongs slipping inside her. No, it was Chad that she thought of when she thought of a boy mounting her, and his small weenie proving her that she pictured as she climaxed.

It seemed like Courtney stood there forever, the boys gazing in fascination at her bare chest as she hung from the central beam, her head sagging, her eyes downcast. Finally, after an eternity, her mother addressed her. "Turn around, Courtney," she said. "I need your back to the boys, now."

Grateful to be removing her bare breasts from the boys' lascivious eyes, Courtney tip-toed in a circle so that she was looking the other way. She was grateful, momentarily, for the respite her mother had offered her. But that gratitude was short-lived. "Matty, Jeremy?" her mother said. The next instant, grubby small hands converged on either side of the waistband of her panties, and before she could react, they were sliding down her legs, past her knees to her ankles. Could air hit her bare skin, and Courtney realized her nightmare was coming true after all. Because she was standing butt naked in front of 6 boys, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.