The Farm Chapter 2
by Chadlad

copyright 2009 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Emily Git, recently departed from the lives of Tommy and Chad Henson, has been sent indefinitely to The Reverend Goodbody's Farm of Holiness and Redemption, where she joins many other children already there and will be joined by others as the story progresses. The Reverend's unique ideas about how to save the mortal souls of his young charges result in embarrassing, painful, and humiliating punishments for all who are under his care. The story begins as Emily joins the Mules on The Reverend's farm, and then will move on through various other parts of his operation, including the Monkeys, the Babies, the Pyros, and the Peons. Intermittently, flashbacks to The Reverend's own childhood will pop up and give more insight into his own character. Throughout, we'll see The Farm through the eyes of its residents as they each tell their stories.

Chapter 2: In the Beginning

For a moment, Joshua hadn't been quite able to comprehend the question, it had been so unexpected. He'd have been ready for a question like, "Do you think evil thoughts?" or "Do you look upon others with lust?" But "Do you like ice cream?" It had made him speechless. But it didn't seem to matter to The Reverend - he'd clearly made up his mind about Joshua. That day, Joshua had eaten the first ice cream he'd even seen in more than a year. The Reverend had talked to him the entire time he was savoring the unexpected treat, ranting about God giving gifts to those who were clean in mind and deed, and about God's Glory and Pureness in Ecstasy and a whole lot of other things that made no sense at all to Joshua. In fact, nothing about the whole thing made any sense to him. What he got from that talk was basically that it was okay to cum only for making babies, and then only with a woman who was "joined to you by God," or when you were punishing another kid by cumming in his mouth or up his ass, or spontaneously, from sheer, overwhelming horniness, as Joshua had three times now. Sex for pleasure was apparently something called "fornication" and was bad, no matter who it was between. And sex between boys and girls was evil, and sex between two boys or two girls was the most evil of all, because none of them had been joined by God, and thus baby making was out of the question, and sex for anything besides baby making was evil.

But for some reason, incredibly similar behaviors were okay if they were used to punish someone else. So according to The Reverend, it was okay for overseers and ward leaders to yank kids' cocks or squeeze their balls for punishment, even though cocks and balls were sexual parts. And it was all right for them to make a kid suck their cocks to punish the kid, even though asking the same kid to suck their cocks because it felt good would doom you to Hell. And fucking a girl in her cunt was evil, but fucking a boy or a girl up his or her butt was "God's work" because you were doing it to punish the other kid and bring him or her to redemption. When Joshua had asked, tentatively, if the ward leaders and overseers didn't somehow get pleasure from that, thus violating the ban on sex for pleasure, The Reverend had said the pleasure was different because it came from doing God's work, and was God's reward for doing his work. But apparently you couldn't punish a girl by fucking her in her cunt, because she would enjoy that, and then it wouldn't be punishment and wouldn't be God's work. And The Reverend took great pains to point out that all females of all ages were scheming sluts who were trying to lure boys to perdition by using their genitals, and that Joshua had to be especially wary of that trap, as did all the blessed. God had already showed him that pleasure was granted to those who were pure, according to The Reverend, apparently referring to Joshua's three spontaneous cums. So he, Joshua, had to be especially careful to never let his holy staff get anywhere near a girl's sacred Garden of Eve, unless joined by holy matrimony through God, of course, and called upon to make babies for the church. Or his pureness could be defiled, and he would lose his status as one of the blessed, and worse, unthinkable things could happen.

Well, Joshua didn't need The Reverend to spell out that part. He already knew what happened then. Because he'd seen it, during a work detail involving most of the camp and being observed by The Reverend himself. A brutish male overseer, one of the more punitive boys, had, during the job, complained to a girl's ward leader that she was dogging it and not doing her share, and that she needed "a good reaming to put her in her place." The ward leader, a shapely but vicious blond girl with the buzz cut typical of the girls at The Reverend's camp, had suggested that, since she was a girl and couldn't personally teach the other girl such a lesson (although she could whip the girl right on her genitals - Joshua had seen that happen enough), that the overseer should "do his own dirty work," a pun that had her chortling loudly. She'd even stalked to the girl and ordered her to assume the position, and had raised the other girl's tunic exposing a nicely rounded, feminine ass that would have been creamy white except for the residual marks of previous spankings, paddlings, and whippings. Her sex was clearly visible between her legs, and Joshua had looked away quickly, to keep himself from getting hard and attracting unwanted attention.

The Reverend had stood aloof and neither encouraged nor objected while the overseer had spit on his fingers and lubricated her butt hole briefly, then lowered his pants to reveal his almost adult-sized cock standing at attention. That's when the boy had made his mistake. He followed the usual procedure he used on boys, which was to step up behind his victim and slide his cock between the victim's legs, letting him feel the steely hardness against his balls and his own cock, and know it was going to be crammed painfully up his butt in moments. The overseer had liked the way the smaller boys trembled when he did that. And he liked to taunt them, so he said to her as he moved in, like he had grown fond of saying to the boys, "Feel that - that's going right up your ass." The girl was sweaty and wet from the hard work, and her legs were apart where her supervisor had positioned them, so when he made his threatening gesture, without warning the tip of the boy's cock had slipped into a new place entirely, plunging with his momentum into the girl's front hole all the way to the hilt.

The boy had frozen then, overwhelmed by sensation and yet already realizing he'd just made a monumental mistake. "Oops..." he stammered, pulling back immediately, pulling back so far that the children gathered warily around to see the punishment could see his dick, rampant and upward curving and glistening in the sun with what had come out of the girl. The Reverend had strode forward, symbol of The Avenging God himself, and had thrown the boy backwards onto the ground, ripping the boys' shorts and underpants clear off of him before he could pull them up, exposing the boy's average-sized but hard cock and plump, dangling balls to the world.

"Heathen!" he had thundered. "Damned spawn of Satan! There will be no fornication in this place of redemption and holiness!" And with that pronouncement, he had given the boy a vicious kick that landed the point of his shiny black shoe smack between the boy's plump, exposed balls, making a loud squashing sound that clearly spoke about the impact on those growing and horribly exposed organs. All the color had drained out of the boy's face instantaneously, and he'd doubled over himself, rolling into a ball, struggling to draw a breath. The Reverend had taken the opportunity to kick the boy in ass while he was in that position, landing the toe of his shoe between the cleft of the boy's buttocks so powerfully that the boy's whole body was thrown into the air and landed a good three feet away. Joshua wouldn't have been surprised if the tip of the pointed shoe didn't actually penetrate the boy's asshole, and he actually looked closely at The Reverend's shoe to see if it had any residue of such contact on it.

As the boy found his voice and let out an agonized moan, trying to hunch more tightly into a ball, The Reverend had nodded at some bigger boys and pointed to a nearby wheelbarrow. "You three, take this piece of trash up to Administration and dump it in my office," he said. "We'll see if a week in the stocks can cool his wanton lust. He's never been pierced in the holy scepter, but that can be corrected immediately. You," he said, pointing to Joshua's own ward leader- "discipline that slut and take over the overseer duties." He pointed to one of the long timers from Joshua's group. "You're now ward leader."

He'd turned to go, as Joshua's former ward leader, lust and triumph in his eye, spit copiously on his palm and moved into position behind the still bent-over girl. He rearranged his pants, lifting the right leg hole and apparently pulling his tool out of it, then massaged the spit onto it only briefly before carefully lining up with her already wet asshole and then ramming himself in and humping her rapidly while she bit her lips and moaned with his thrusts. It was his first time being allowed to discipline any of the kids, let alone a girl, and he finished quickly, after no more than three thrusts, shuddering with a grunt as he rammed into her the last time, then withdrawing quickly, his cock slipping back up his leg hole with not more than a flash of it visible to the silently watching Peons. (Joshua hadn't remembered the boy's cock as being anything particularly large and special when he'd seen the boy in the showers, an impression that was confirmed that evening when the new ward leader had emphasized his new position of authority in the shower itself, by taking first one and then the other of a pair of 10-year-olds up the butt for "fighting." (They'd been joking around, really, but Joshua had quickly learned that fairness wasn't part of the Farm's program). The new ward leader's cock was barely over 5 inches long and not even an inch wide hard even though he was almost 14 - Joshua's own younger member was almost as big by that point.

Joshua had walked carefully in the following weeks. He hadn't been taken up the butt by any of the leaders up to that point, had he certainly didn't want to be. He was pretty sure it was awful - the boys who'd gotten punished that way usually gasped or moaned, some quite loudly, and a few screamed and cried openly, and their butts were tender and sore afterward if their behavior sitting on the toilet was any sign. Well, most of them did. One or two of the "pretty boys" took their punishments with mute intensity, and Joshua had thought he'd seen one of them actually ejaculate onto the ground while being disciplined in the butt, but the overseer had taken him some distance from the other kids and it was hard to tell whether he'd cum or just squirted pee out in distress. Either way, he wanted nothing to do with such discipline.

He also hadn't wanted anything to do with the cock stocks, and he managed to stay away from them as well. The boy who'd accidentally slipped into the girl's front hole had spent an agonizing week in the cock stocks, his cock painful and trickling blood that first day from the fresh piercing required for the wire that ran through the underside of his cock, through the thick knot of skin under the pee hole. And although his butt was blotched purple and red from a horrendous paddling, The Reverend had paddled him at every meal that week, as a "lesson about wanton fornication" to all of them. Then the boy had disappeared, and Joshua heard he'd been sent to join the mules. It was whispered among the boys that the lad was one step away from "the ultimate," but he didn't really know what that punishment consisted of and was afraid to ask for fear he'd call attention to himself. A punishment worse than being butt fucked or put in the cock stocks or sent to the mules would have to be terrible, though, and he sometimes tried to imagine what such a punishment could be when he was awake in the dark at bedtime, fighting the urge to slip his hands under his covers for the blessed comfort it would get him.

A thought struck Joshua—the former overseer might still be with the mules! He might even see the boy tomorrow. If so, it would be a remarkable difference for both of them. He'd been paddled by the boy, and spanked, and forced to orally copulate another boy as punishment for imagined sins. He wondered how it would feel to see the boy now that their roles were switched. As a drover, he was limited in what he could do to another drover's mule, but a hand could slip between the thighs and out again quickly if the right moment was picked. He savored, for the moment, the pleasant thought of grinding the former overseer's balls against each other, and actually smiled.

Sitting on the bunk, Joshua reflected for a moment upon how he'd gotten to The Farm to start with. He still didn't think what he'd done had been all that bad, not really - certainly not as bad as it had looked to the court and the judge. It was actually an accident, but the whole world had fallen on him even so. The other mules he'd joined when coming to the farm had been guilty of exciting crimes, like robbing liquor stores, or beating other children to within an inch of their lives, or stealing and wrecking cars after a high speed chase. And he'd been sentenced to a longer term than most, for something that was an accident!

Joshua was one of a pair of fraternal twins. He was the older brother, actually. He'd been born a good 10 minutes before his sister, and should have been granted all the privileges that his superior age and, in his opinion, his superior sex was entitled to. But it hadn't worked out that way, and the main reason was that Joshua was an indifferent student. He just didn't care that much about learning or school, and he found learning painful and paying attention impossible. So his mind tended to wander, and he tended to talk in class, and he failed to turn in homework. After taking away privileges, lecturing him, and denying him sleepovers and play dates after each report card during the early grades school years, in the third grade his mother began spanking him for his bad grades for the first time. That first spanking had been on the seat of the pants in his bedroom, and had tingled but had not hurt very much, and he'd promptly put it out of his mind and went back to his old ways afterwards. But when the next report card was, if anything, worse, he found himself again in his bedroom, but this time over his mother's lap with his pants down, being spanked soundly on his Spongebob underpants. This time it did hurt, and he cried, and promised that he would work harder and do better in school, a promise that lasted as long as the ache in his well-spanked little butt (about 3 days in this case). So when the next report card came around, his grades were no better.

That afternoon, Joshua received his first bare butt spanking. He'd known a spanking was coming the minute he looked at his report card, but he assumed it would be on the seat of his underpants again, painful, but survivable. Thus he was nervous and in a hurry to get it over with when his mother unbuckled his pants, but he hadn't been prepared for what happened next, when she'd swiftly and without warning yanked down his underpants, exposing his bare genitals to her gaze. "Mom!" he'd squealed, reaching with both hands to cover his prepubescent crotch.

She had slapped both his hands, hard, causing him to withdraw them with a hurt expression on his face. "No covering up!" she ordered. "Little boys who earn spankings on their bare bottoms have no need for modesty." He'd been mortified then. After all, his mother hadn't seen him naked since she'd stop giving him baths back when he was a first grader. Although, to be honest, his genitals didn't look any different than they had then, he was a lot more reluctant to let people, especially girl people, see them. He had blushed red all the way to his shoulders, and had continued blushing as she had drawn him over her lap, realizing that she had a bird's eye view of his little boy butt, not only spread naked in front of her, but bent, at her command, and thus allowing her to see into his most private place, his most embarrassing place, the place the poop came out.

That bare butt spanking had been long and hard, and he'd been crying so hard when it was over, that he stood unabashed in front of her afterward, midsection still naked, pants and underpants bunched around his ankles, rubbing his butt gingerly as the tears poured freely down his cheeks. For the moment, he didn't even care that his little genitals were fully on display, bobbing comically as he jiggled about, vowing never ever again to get bad grades. His mother had assured him that he would regret it if he did not keep to his promise, showing him a short handled oval hairbrush she had just purchased - not for her hair, but for the impression it would make on his butt in the future if necessary. She'd even written, "For Joshua's butt," across the flat striking surface with a Sharpie, and she promised him that she would thoroughly blister his butt with it the next time he brought home a bad report card. To help drive the message home, she'd put it on display on his dresser and ordered him to leave it there, so that every time he looked that way he'd see "For Joshua's butt," printed in bold letters and remember to behave.

This time he tried, he really did. At least for a week or so. Then he stopped even noticing the hairbrush or what it had printed on it, forgot about the threat to his nates entirely, until the first report card in fourth grade came out and he reached a new low in performance. "Eight unsatisfactory grades?" his mother had stormed, in contrast to her murmurs of delight over his sister's high grades. "How does one get eight unsatisfactory grades? There's even a note here that suggests you are such a bad student you would've flunked recess if you were graded in that!"

"Use the paddle on him! Use the paddle on him!" his sister had chanted.

"I intend to, right now!" his mother had said. "Get your little butt up to your room!" But when Joahsua's sister had tried to follow them into Joshua's room, his mother hand closed the door in her face. "Not this time," she said firmly. His sister had been left to listen eagerly from the outside as his mother had strode across the room and picked up the paddle and turned to him with a disapproving glare.

"Strip naked," she'd said. "All they way bare." And he had, resignedly stripping himself naked while she patted her hand impatiently with a wooden paddle. "I want everything off this time," his mother had said, grimly. Joshua didn't even worry about her seeing his genitals this time - his eyes were fixed on the paddle as his heart pounded in fear. "Even your socks," she added.

He'd bent over and removed his socks, then stood there, white-faced, his hands unconsciously cupping his vulnerable butt. "I really am going to blister you, young man! Every inch of your little butt," His mother had said. "Get over here and get into position!"

Whimpering, Joshua had forced himself to comply. His mother had wasted no time in acquainting him with the special sting a good wooden paddle can inspire in a boy's bare buttocks. She had been forced to hold both his hands behind his back with her free hand as she paddled him, because he couldn't hold still or keep his hands away, and he'd wailed and screamed and begged her to please, please stop. Somehow, along the way, the door to his room had eased open gently, and his sister had watched the last part of his paddling through the crack in the jamb, unseen by their mother, who was methodically blistering his bare butt as promised, from the top of his tight butt crack to the backs of his thighs. Only after he'd been released and was doing a post-spanking dance, rubbing his butt while his bare little penis bounced freely, forgotten, in front of him, had he gotten glimpse of his sister fleeing through his tear-blurred eyes, and he was crying so much at that point that he couldn't point her out to his mother then. By the time he could have said anything, his mother was long gone, and he'd been crying face down on his bed for almost an hour. He'd lain there, feeling sorry for himself for quite a bit longer when his sister suddenly opened the door and looked in, eyeing his still bare and quite blistered butt. "I saw you thing!" she chanted in triumph, then she ducked out again, giggling.

A few minutes later, when the door opened, he screamed, "Get out of here!" but this time, to his chagrin, it was his mother. "I ought to paddle you again for that," she'd said. "I have every right to go anywhere in this house I please, young man - I pay for it all. I'll let it go this time, because you're upset, but don't you ever try to tell me to get out of a room in my house again!"

He'd given up, despairing at explaining it to her, and lay there, exhausted from the day, while his mother took out a jar of lotion and began applying lotion to his blistered posterior, creating an odd combination of pain and soothing pleasure that had his little dick hard against his bed in minutes.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she said. "But let this to be your last warning. If at least some of those grades don't pick up by the next report card, I'm going to do something a lot more drastic."

This time Joshua's butt was too painful to sit on for a day or too and ached for days after that, and he settled into chairs gingerly for a week (His sister had great fun making fun of him for that, imitating his cautious sitting motions and putting pillows down for him to sit on in various places. Still, as his butt healed, he gradually forgot about the paddling he'd received, as well as his mother's promise of dire consequences. Forgot about it entirely, in fact, until he was handed the next report card, and opened it to discover that he had received all U's once again. Then the fear begin rising in him, and he thought frantically for some way to hide his report card. But it wasn't possible - his sister had hers, and she knew he had his, and there was nothing to do but face the music. As his mother frowned at the folded piece of paper spelling his doom, he said, "I know. Go upstairs and take off all my clothes." He started for his room. His mother looked up.

"No you don't, young man!" she said. "What you will do is go up to the bathroom and take a shower, and wash your entire body, especially your nasty bits and your you-know-what! You'll then put on your cleanest pair of underwear and your robe and report to the living room. I'll be waiting for you there."

Still dreading a probable spanking but wondering why she wanted him in the living room, Joshua had done as he was bidden, returning in 10 minutes with damp hair and a worried look. His mother was sitting in the easy chair, and his sister in love seat when he entered the living room. His eyes immediately went to his twin. "Why is she here?" he asked.

With an unrestrained sigh, Joshua had disrobed, then headed to his mother to drape himself over her lap, thankful for the moment that she had not ordered him to remove his underpants in the presence of his sister. But his relief was short lived. "Not me," his mother had said. "I'm done spanking you. I just don't seem to get through to you. Go to your sister."

Joshua had frozen. "But mom!" He wailed. "She's younger than me! And she's a girl!"

"She might be younger, but she acts considerably more mature," his mother said. "And yes, she is a girl. And you're a boy. A very naughty boy who's about to get spanked. An extremely immature little boy, I might add. Now walk over and stand in front of your sister. And put your hands behind your head, out of the way."

Joshua had stood there, appalled, until his mother had threatened to take him out to the front yard butt naked and paddle him there instead. Then he reluctantly had assumed the pose in front of his sister. "Should I take his underpants down or leave them up?" his twin sister had asked sweetly. "I think I should take them down, don't you?"

"NOOOO!" Joshua had protested.

"Yes," his mother had said calmly. "Be quiet, young man, and obey your sister. And keep those hands behind your head if you don't want to be spanked by her in the front yard instead of here."

Joshua had flushed with embarrassment. His sister hadn't seen his bare genitals (except the glimpse she'd gotten during his previous spanking), for a number of years, ever since their mother had stopped bathing them together, and he'd gotten extremely shy about exposing his immature penis and scrotum. Even in the boy's bathroom, he'd get up close as he could to the urinals so that nobody could see his genitals as he peed.

That was pretty much the last words that Joshua's mother had addressed to him, though. What followed was an almost surreal scene, in which Joshua's mother had proceeded to instruct his sister in the art of spanking and paddling boys, all the while talking as if he were not present and hearing everything she said.

"Always take a boy's underpants down when you spank him," his mother said to his sister. "I had to learn that the hard way on him. You'd think that such a thin layer of cloth wouldn't matter, but it does. A bare hand or even a paddle doesn't make the same impression on the seat of a boy's underpants. Part of it, I think, is that it reduces the sting. But mostly I think it's the humiliation factor. Your brother appears to be very shy about his modest attributes, and with good reason. When you take his underpants off, you're reminding him that you're in charge, and that nothing he has can be secret to you. So if you want to make a strong impression, you do it on the bare. And make him face you when you pull down his underpants. Your brother is like a lot of these little boys -- entirely too modest about his rather paltry boy parts. As you'll see in a moment, his whole attitude is entirely ridiculous - he's hung like a toddler, after all. Talk about your teeny weenies! So take them down, by all means - he needs to be taken down a peg or two."

"Should I do it, or should I make him do it?" his sister had asked sweetly as he stood there, embarrassed and sweating, fighting not to try to run away. She might spank him in the front yard at that - she just might! And then everyone would know, and he'd never live it down!

"It's really up to you," his mother had said to his sister. "There are arguments both ways. On the one hand, having to lower his own underpants helps set a pattern of compliance, emphasizing that he has to do what you say, no matter how embarrassing or painful it is. But on the other hand, lowering his underpants yourself tells him that he has no say over what happens to his body, and that his body is yours to punish as you see fit. So, either way is fine - it depends on what you want to do. Whichever you do, you should make sure he knows he's not to cover up in any way while his underpants are down - not any part of his underpants area."

"Okay," his sister had said. "I think I'll take them down myself, so he can understand what a little boy he is." She addressed her brother, looking up at his embarrassed face. "Keep your hands behind your head, Joshua. I'm going to lower your underpants so you can be spanked."

"And paddled," his mother said. "After he's spanked. Remind him that his spanking is just a warm up, and the paddling will be the main punishment."

"Yes, I'm going to lower your underpants so you can be all bare for your spanking and your paddling," his sister said, smirking. She placed a hand on either side of his waistband. "I haven't seen your pathetic little boy thing for quite a while," she said. "We'll see if it still looks like a Vienna sausage."

"Call it a weenie," his mother suggested. "Or a pee-pee. Something juvenile like that. It'll help keep him in his place and remind him what a big baby he is."

"Okay, Joshua—let's get those underpants off your baby pee-pee, so I can get on with spanking your soft little butt, his sister said after a moment. "Then after you're good and warmed up, I'm going to paddle you within an inch of your life!" She slipped her fingers under the waistband on each side of his thin briefs. He flinched, making as if he was going to pull away. "Hold still," his sister chided.

She began pulling Joshua's underpants down. Joshua hadn't been able to stand it any more. He had jackknifed his butt, pulling away from his sister. "No way!" He protested. "I'm not letting her take down my underpants!" He clapped both hands over his crotch as butt jutted out, pulling away from his sister, almost squatting to escape losing his precious covering.

His mother had sighed. "I guess you're just going to have to paddle him naked in the front yard," she said starting to get up. "I'll have to get some rope or something to tie him, then we can carry him out there and gather a crowd."

Joshua had looked about him wildly, caught between a rock and a hard place. Paddled naked in the front yard? He straightened up again and forced himself to inch back up to his place in front of his sister, clenching and unclenching his fists convulsively as he did, fighting himself to keep from running and risking that terrible threat of his mother. "Get over here, you brat!" his sister ordered. "And get those hands back behind your head! Stop being such a big baby and take your punishment like a big boy!"

Joshua reluctantly put his trembling hands behind his head. "Good," his sister said. "Now don't you dare move, you little brat, or I will have Mom tie you and we'll carry you out front and paddle you naked! I'll do it on the porch, with you standing up and facing the road so all the kids can watch you cry and see your little pee-pee while you get paddled!"

Joshua tried to hold still. Smirking in triumph, now, his sister had gripped the top of his underpants and slowly lowered them to his knees, staring straight ahead as his little cock was revealed.

Joshua's cock had been nothing to write home about then. It was a neatly circumcised little finger of flesh, smaller around than his thumb and about as long, with a thin shaft and a mushroom head pierced by a neat little pee slit. His balls at that time consisted of a tight little sack roughly the size of a ping-pong ball, barely visible under his finger of a cock. But his cock and balls were important to him, and private, and he was mortified to have his sister staring at them. Worse yet, she had then begun examining him, lifting his penis and studying it, pulling it by its bulging head out as far as it would go and watching it stretch, and then, with her other hand gently and then more confidently palpitating his balls. She had isolated each small marble in the tight sack one at a time, while Joshua flinched, his heart thudding, afraid she'd squeeze the sensitive little nubbin at any time. Then she'd shifted to his penis again, using her thumb to rub the underside of his member, tracing the knob of tissue bulging there. To his chagrin, her handling of his genitals made his penis immediately begin hardening, until it pointed ramrod straight at her, the pee slit in the end separating slightly into an oval hole as it always did when he was hard. "Is this where the pee comes out?" she asked innocently, squeezing the tip of his little rod and making the hole in it gape wider until it was round. Joshua had stared at the ground.

"Answer her!" His mother ordered. "When she's punishing you, you have to obey her in everything!" At that means answering her questions, and answering truthfully!"

"Y-yes," Joshua had stammered.

"Must be nice to be able to pee without having to squat," she said enviously. "And without your butt sticking out!" She continued to feel his organ, tracing around the prominent mushroom head. Her mother let her explore for awhile, her gentle touch causing seriously confused feelings in Joshua. On one hand, he was more embarrassed than he'd ever been in his life, and the threatened padding he had coming had him trembling in fear. Yet is little penis was thrilling with pleasure, throbbing to his sister's touch, and he didn't want her to stop what she was goind. But finally his mother had shifted positions. "You'll have lots of other times to look his little boy parts over in the near future, I'm sure," his mother said to his sister. "But touching boys like that down there gives them pleasure, and he certainly doesn't deserve pleasure right now. What he needs now is a real butt-burner of a spanking, and then a paddling he won't soon forget! Order him over your lap. If he hesitates, it's out to the yard with him."

"Bend over my knees," his sister told him firmly. Having no choice, Joshua had awkwardly draped himself in the humiliating, little boy spanking position across his younger sister's lap. His mother immediately spoke up again.

"Don't let him get away with that," she snapped.

"With what, mother?" his sister had asked. Joshua squirmed a little, trying to find a position over her lap that was more comfortable, acutely aware of his genitals pressed against the softness of her leg below her shorts.

"That," his mother had said, pointing. "He's got his legs stretched straight out behind him. And he's clenching—he's not hard, but it's still clenching. Never let them clench before a spanking. You need to make him bend at the waist so that you stretch his bottom tightly so it will be nice and firm for his spanking, and so you can get at all of it easily. Spankings hurt more that way, and boys feel more vulnerable, too. And you should make him spread his legs a bit - boys feel less comfortable over your lap when they're more exposed back there. You should be able to see his little sack clearly if he's got his legs spread enough."

"Put your legs down and bend your butt more," his sister had ordered. "And spread your legs apart more." He had complied, acutely conscious of the feeling of air circulating around his now wide open scrotum. Then to his utter horror, she had placed a hand on each of his butt cheeks and spread them apart as wide as they would go. "So that's what your butt hole looks like, little brother," she had said, leaning in and studying his crack from close range.

"It's called an anus," his mother had said. "You shouldn't use vulgar terms like the one you just used - such language isn't fit for a young lady." His sister had let go of his buns guiltily, and Joshua almost sighed with relief. Seeing that, though, Joshua's mother had spoken up again. "What you were doing is okay, I was just objecting to your language. It's actually a good idea to check to see if he is clean back there before you spank him," his mother said helpfully. "You know what comes out of boys' bottoms. And these little boys are very lax about things like wiping. Judging by the skid marks in his underwear, sometimes I think he doesn't wipe at all."

Joshua had flinched - the truth was that sometimes a poo felt so clean that he didn't bother wiping himself, and sometimes when he did wipe he hurried the process to get back to what he was doing. Maybe he wasn't always spotless, but he'd figured it didn't matter. But now he regretted it - having his mother and sister talk about his wiping abilities was humiliating in the extreme. "Well seems clean enough right now," his sister said. "As far as I can see." He could swear he could feel her breathing on his butt hole. It seemed like forever until she let go and let his buns close again. "It looks like a little slit," she finally added. "With a bunch of wrinkles around it. I thought it would be bigger. And it's pink - I thought it would be brown, for some reason."

His mother hadn't commented on those observations, and his sister had continued studying his anus. Finally she let go of his buns and they snapped shut again.

"Now tell him what you're going to do him again," his mother said. "Anticipation is part of the punishment."

"I'm going to give you a sound spanking on your bare bottom, Joshua," his sister said. "And then when I'm done and your bottom is nice and red, I'm going to paddle you until your bottom is blistered!"

"Now warn him to hold still during the entire spanking. Maybe have him grip one of the couch pillows or something, or hang on the edge of the couch. And remind him that if he doesn't hold still and avoid resisting your just punishment, we're going to take him outside and finish his spanking there in the front yard." His mother said.

His sister had repeated this to him, just as if he hadn't heard his mother say it, and, mindful of the fact that it was light out and that whole swarms of kids were probably playing outside of the surrounding houses, he dutifully put a death grip on the couch pillow. How could this be happening? He was naked over his sister's lap, his younger sister's lap, and she was going to spank him! And she'd already seen his- his- his everything!

He still could remember that moment, the moment before his first spanking by his sister. The humiliation of being naked in front of her, of her seeing his bare genitals and bare butt and even his butt hole. The fear of the spanking to come, and the paddling, and the blistered butt he'd been promised. He'd thought at that time that it was the worst moment of his life. But, as he was to discover, he'd thoroughly underestimated the ingenuity of his sister.