The Farm Chapter 3
by Chadlad

copyright 2009 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 3: "I Wouldn't Put Up with It."

Yes, Joshua reflected. He'd been petrified and humiliated as he'd waited for his first bare-butt spanking from his sister. He'd thought at the time that his life couldn't get any worse. But he soon discovered how wrong he'd been. That night, under his own mother's instruction, his sister gave him the longest spanking he'd gotten to up to that point - smacking his bare butt with her bare hand a total of 117 times (he couldn't help it - he always counted the spanks he got, and had since his very first spanking more than a year before that. Even while he was begging and squealing, a voice inside him was chanting, "51... 52... 53..."). It wasn't the most painful spanking he'd gotten, though - his mother's hand was much bigger, and she hit a lot harder. But even a mid-level spanking begins burning if it goes on long enough, and his little soft butt was getting very hot indeed and blushing deep pink with red blotches by the time she'd stopped spanking him. He'd been biting his lip by then, and had emitted a number of startled little gasps and cries when a blow had been particularly hard or hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Still, even if the spanking had been all he...d gotten, it still would have been the worst punishment ever, because he'd gotten it from his sister, his younger sister, and she'd seen all his bare parts! But that wasn't all he'd gotten, and what followed had been unbearable. Because his twin sister—his younger sister- had paddled him then, immediately after spanking him while he was still over her lap, and that had been bad. Because a paddle is a great equalizer. Adults needn't exert themselves at all to bring even big boys to sobbing masses of tears with a good paddle on the bare butt, and even slight, red-headed, freckled, prepubescent girls can do major damage with one, given enough time. And Joshua's sister was given lots of time. His mother wanted to be sure she had perfected her swing before she quit, so his sister was allowed to smack his bare butt with the oval wooden hairbrush a total of 67 times by his count before his mother was satisfied she'd gotten the knack.

"Remember," his mother had said. "Always use a little snapping motion at the end of the swing. It increases the burn quite nicely in his hind end. And don't be afraid to mix it up. Sure, spread the spanks around some, so he gets blistered evenly. But don't be predictable - it's a good practice to sometimes strike him twice or even three or four times in a row in the same spot. You'll see from his reaction how effective that particular trick is."

His sister was a quick learner - there had followed not 2 or 3, but 5 successive blows to his lower center butt, right over his butt hole, and being hit that many times with a paddle in exactly the same spot had been extremely effective, Joshua had been forced to admit to himself later. He actually broke, then. He'd been yelping with each spank, and embarrassing "OW!" or "OH" with each spank, but when she began landing the spanks all in a row right on his most sensitive spot, the sit-spot, his yelps had become a long wail, and then he was crying openly, like a little boy, and he hadn't been able to stop.

The spanking had been several minutes long, too, because she let a couple of seconds pass between each one of her enthusiastic swings of the lethal little wooden instrument. So between striking him multiple times in the same spot, the length of her spanking, and the fact that he was still young and his little butt was soft and boyish and already tender from the thorough spanking she had given him, he was crying freely and drumming his toes into the loveseat in a steady rhythm by the time she stopped, sat the hairbrush down, and commenced exploring his hot, trembling, well-paddled bareness with her right hand. He'd cried with abandon, shamelessly into the couch pillow, as his sister, his younger sister, had been allowed to let her hands roam freely all over his most private areas -rubbing and kneading his butt, separating his butt cheeks and exploring the margin where the red of his spanked bottom joined the white of his unspanked butt cleft. She seemed fascinated by the tight, pink, and fortunately for Joshua, clean asterisk of his anus. (He was to discover later the folly of reporting to his sister for a spanking with a dirty butt, but he was spared that humiliation this first time).

So after she'd tired of exploring the spanked surface of his still burning butt, while his crying was still out of control, his sister had roughly spread his buns and examined his crack, marveling at the white skin joining the red where her spanks had penetrated into his crack. She'd pointed out the lines of blisters running down either side of his butt crack, where the skin of his buns had pinched as the two orbs had been forced together by the paddle. Then, while still holding his right bun away to keep his crack separated, she had let her fingers gently probe the tightly pursed, wrinkled line of his anus. When her mother met his sister's eyes but made no comment, his sister had grown bolder, pushing on the center of the tight, wrinkle-ringed slit, and feeling his muscle tighten reflexively to keep her out. After probing the slit a couple of more times, she let her fingers trail down between his legs, feeling the tight ridge that joined him together there, then the bulging wrinkles of his sack, pulling his baby balls tightly to his body as a consequence of pain and fright, and, when his mother still did not stop her, she grasped his barely projecting little penis. She felt it gently at first, reaching between his still tense thighs, then became bolder, squeezing it hard and tugging it out to its full length, until Joshua had finally been forced to react by clenching his incredibly sore butt and legs together, trapping her hand between them.

His mother had finally reacted then, but only to stand up, pick up the paddle from the small of his back, and give him two stunning blows on his bare butt with it, blows that renewed his crying and made him kick his legs wildly, releasing his sister's trapped hand. "You are never, never to try to close yourself to your sister," she'd proclaimed to the once again wailing little boy. "Little boys like you shouldn't be so modest, not while you've got nothing worth hiding." She'd then set the paddle down, yanked the crying boy to his feet, and, shaking him, explained to him loudly and in no uncertain terms that from now on when he misbehaved and needed to be punished his sister could do anything she deemed appropriate to his body, and he was to obey and take it like a man. She added that his sister would be in charge of all his discipline from now on, and if he complained about it in any way, or if she had to intervene to enforce a punishment, she, personally, would go through with her threat of taking him naked to the front yard, tying him between the porch posts, and paddling him there facing all the neighbors, leaving him afterward, naked and crying, letting his humiliation serve as an example for all of them.

And so had begun his sister's reign of terror. Joshua had documented it in his journal, a little book he'd kept by his bed since he'd turned nine, using it as a combination history and confessional of his secret thoughts. That first night, when his sister had given him her first spanking and her first paddling, he had carefully written into the journal, while lying on his stomach naked in his bed and rubbing his bare butt gently with his free hand, "Got spanked by Julie today. 117 by hand, 67 with the paddle. All bare. Bad report card." In the weeks that followed, his spankings and occasional paddlings became more and more frequent as his sister became more and more confident. First, she spanked him for bringing home a bad spelling test a week after the report card incident, after first asking his mother if she should. That spanking had been bare hand only, and she had pulled down his pants before putting him over her knees, but she had started his spanking on his underpants, which wasn't so bad, really, except his butt was still sore from his paddling the week before. He had tried to tough it out, hoping she'd lose interest, but when he hadn't reacted, either crying or calling out, after she'd spanked him for long enough her hand was starting to hurt, she'd made him stand and pulled his underpants down too, commenting that because he wasn't crying yet, he obviously couldn't feel it, and that from now on he was being spanked bare.

So the bad book report that followed had resulted in her pulling his pants and underpants down the before his spanking, this time without even consulting their mother, while he stood and faced her with hands behind his head, and she spent some time staring at his "thing" and his "baggie" before finally taking him over her lap and giving him 107 stinging slaps. His mother had come in half way through, nodded, said, "give it to him a little harder, and don't neglect to use the paddle if he doesn't improve," and then left again.

So his sister took that as an order. A day later, coming home late from school had earned him a paddling, even though his mother wasn't even there to supervise or approve - 57 blows from his own ping-pong paddle this time, and this time he cried right away. It had become easier and easier to cry in front of his sister, just give up and let it out. Two days later, she spanked him twice in the same day, once in the morning because he hadn't mowed the lawn yet that Saturday morning, and once in late afternoon, when she ordered him to do his homework in the middle of his favorite show and he'd refused until the show was over. She hadn't used the paddle either time, but crying was so easy to do now that he didn't even try to stop it, and his butt was so sore from repeated spankings that her bare hand hurt now. She let his butt heal a little bit after that, in part because her mother had told her privately that she was perhaps overdoing it, but four days later he had brought home a note from the teacher that he was not applying himself in school, and that had resulted in him standing in the corner for 3 hours prior to being paddled, during which time she taunted him concerning how hard she was going to paddle him, how much he was going to cry, how red his butt was going to be, and how tiny his little thing would get while she was paddling him.

(He'd been extremely embarrassed by that because it was true - his little penis would shrink up into a button while he was being paddled, almost disappearing into his body, and she enjoyed pointing that out to him. And that time, when it was finally time to paddle him, she had made him strip completely naked for the first time, not just pull pants and underpants down to his ankles, and she'd even made him take off his silver necklace, commenting that he was acting like an animal and needed to look the part.

That had been his longest paddling, because she'd used a new weapon on him, an innocent looking little paint stirrer, a weapon that did not do his bottom much damage at first, but built up a gradual burn that kept growing and growing, making his butt redder and more and more sensitive, until he was eventually howling from the agonizing pain of it. Then, to compound his humiliation, he had been sent back to the corner for the entire evening, and had been forced to remain there to even when two of her friends, who were also in his own class, showed up later with a homework question. The doorbell had rung, and Joshua had only had a few seconds to panic, wondering if he should violate her orders and flee to his bedroom, before she'd brought her two friends right into the living room, and then it was too late to flee without exposing his genitals to them and he'd been forced to push himself tightly into the corner instead. Which didn't keep them from seeing his red, well-paddled butt, of course, even when he tried to cover it with both hands. (He'd been faced with a dilemma then- do you cover up your butt cheeks, leaving your crack, where your butt hole was, embarrassingly exposed, or do you go for covering the crack, leaving the obviously spanked cheeks exposed, thus telling everyone you got spanked like a big baby?) He still didn't know what the answer to that one was, but at the time he'd elected for covering his crack, mostly.)

"Oh my god, Joshua is naked!" was the first words out of Chelsea's mouth.

"How come his butt's all red?" Catherine had added, giggling.

"Oh, he keeps misbehaving," his sister said matter of factly. "So I had to paddle him."

"Your mother lets you paddle your brother?" Chelsea said with wonder. "You're the same age."

"Yes, but you know how immature little boys are," his sister had said. "So I have to take a firm hand with him, and put him in his place."

Joshua had trembled in embarrassment and humiliation in the corner, his genitals pressed into the corner out of the girls' sight, his hands one above the other, trying to hide his butt crack and as much of his butt as he could with hands far too small to hide much.

"Joshua, stop trying to cover up and get those hands behind your head," his sister had ordered. "Or I'll march you right over here and paddle you again!"

She'd turned to her friends as Joshua had reluctantly uncovered his butt and moved his hands to the prescribed position, his face so red he looked like he was going to explode. He wanted to crawl right into the wall, and he pressed against it as tightly as he could, trying to keep his genitals hidden from eager female eyes. "I have to beat his little butt all the time," his sister continued to her two friends. "He's such a brat."

"But he's naked!" Catherine had said. "You spanked him naked! That means you saw his - his—"

"His little boy thing?" His sister had said. "Of course. But it's no big deal - it's so tiny you almost can't see it. Joshua, turn around and show them how tiny your little thing is."

He had protested, of course. But in the end he had done it. Because he had already received 247 whacks with a nasty little paint stirrer, (he counted compulsively - he couldn't help it, no matter how hard he was crying) and she threatened to give him another full fledged paddling right in front of her friends if he didn't, and if she had they'd have seen his stuff anyway, and seen him cry, too. So he'd finally, reluctantly, turned around, letting his pain shrunken little penis come into their view. That time they hadn't touched him, but only looked. But within a month that changed. He'd brought home still another note from the teacher on his misbehavior, had been dressed down by his sister and then undressed by her, and had just assumed the position over her lap and she was raising the paddle over his bare butt when the doorbell had rung. To his horror she'd just sung out, "Come in, it's open," and in seconds, there was Chelsea, this time with her little sister Chance, stopping dead in the living room archway as they caught sight of the tableau in front of them.

"I'll just be a few minutes," his sister had said calmly. "I have to give Joshua a big spanking for being a brat." Joshua, horrified, could do nothing - he couldn't stand up or they'd see his genitals, and his mother would probably spank him in the front yard when she got home if he did, so he simply buried his face and tried to pretend the other girls weren't there as his sister had administered his paddling right there on his bare butt right in front of the two of them, a long one (75 swats this time) that had him crying softly by the time she was done.

The girls had wasted no time in ridiculing him for crying, and then, after his sister had forced him to stand up and forbade him to cover his genitals, ridiculing them as well. Chance, who, like Joshua and his sister was one of a pair of fraternal twins, had made especially cutting remarks. "Chauncey's got way more that you," she'd said. "And we're just 9! Well, almost 10. But his is way bigger. His weenie thing. And his stuff underneath is bigger, too! I wish he was here with us - he'd have a good laugh at your stuff! No wonder you're such a sissy!"

That time Joshua's sister had encouraged her friends to touch his little "weenie thing" all they wanted, allowing him to rub his sore butt but ordering him to stand still and keep his hands away from his front. Despite the throbbing sting in his sore buns, he'd quickly developed an embarrassing hard on, much to the visiting girls' delight.

"You ought to use that as a handle to hold him down," Chelsea had said, marveling at the hardness of his erection. "You can get a good grip on it when it's like this. And I bet he wouldn't be going anywhere after that, no matter how much you beat his butt."

His sister hadn't replied, but his next spanking after that, this time almost a week later, she'd ordered him to rub his " baby pee-pee" until it was rock hard after he'd been stripped, while she sat and watched with a smug expression, patting her hand with the wooden hairbrush her mother had bought for him. She'd changed the legend on it, so it now read, "For Joshua's bare butt," having stuck the word "bare" above the original phrase and drawn an arrow showing where it went in the sentence. Joshua had thought this was more evidence of how stupid his sister was - the whole phrase looked dumb that way, but having to see the paddle on his dresser every morning and be reminded how much he was at his sister's mercy was galling. He never had friends over, anyway, but he sometimes thought about the possibility of another boy seeing the paddle on his dresser and the teasing he'd get over it.

In the weeks that followed, she'd made his masturbation sessions longer and longer, prolonging his wait to be spanked, until eventually he was actually nearing orgasm from his own efforts each time. She somehow could sense when he was getting close, though, and always stopped him just before he'd have slipped over the edge, denying him the pleasure his dry orgasm would give hiim. The contrast between the visceral pleasure of stroking his penis and the sharp pain she was now expert at creating in his bottom immediately afterward made the spankings even more intense. And now that she made him stand in the corner with hands on head for extended periods of time after every spanking, he'd remain frustrated for hours at times, his little penis stubbornly rising to attention as he controlled his tears and begging him to just reach down and satisfy it. Often he'd develop the need to pee while standing in the corner, a need his sister consistently denied. "You can hold it," she'd always say when he'd beg to be allowed a moment to go to the bathroom. "You just want to get out of my sight and play with yourself - I can see how hard your thing is!" The pee urge just made the need to touch himself more powerful.

Then came the turning point - the first of a series of connected events that had led inexorably to him being here at this farm. It started the day after the first anniversary of his first spanking by his sister. He had been writing in his journal when he discovered that fact, and he'd gotten a notion to add up the totals, discovering to his amazement that in the previous year he had received a total of 198 spankings and paddlings from his sister, adding up to a total, if he had counted correctly while in a haze of pain, of 19,880 individual blows.

The fact that he was so near to having received 20,000 spanks fascinated him, grabbing onto his mind and not letting go. He'd find himself thinking about 20,000 spanks in class, when he was supposed to be working, and realizing that, given that his frequency and length of being spanked still appeared to be increasing, he could reach 100,000 spanks before he was 18 and could move away. (Like most children, he didn't think about the future logically - he pictured himself as he was now, only taller, but with the same child-like proportions, and his sister as the flat, skinny kid she currently was, still taking him over her lap when he was almost an adult).

After that, a day later, had come the second event that sent him down his current path. This time, it was a Friday afternoon. Their mother had already said she'd be out until late, playing cards with friends, with just him and his sister alone. Joshua was already experiencing a tickle of worry as he got off the bus from school - his sister was much more unrestrained when their mother was gone, plus she hadn't spanked him since Wednesday, and that had been a mild little bare hand spanking, with a mere half hour in the corner afterward, for talking back to her. She hadn't even made him get anywhere near cumming when he'd made himself hard before she'd spanked him. But mild days like that often meant she felt free to punish him more cruelly the next time, and she'd be looking for an excuse.

But he had to pee when the bus had dropped him off, had to pee so bad that he raced past her, into the house, banged into the bathroom and had his dick out and gushing without even stopping. Relieved, he'd flushed and raced out of the bathroom past his sister to hide in his room, hoping not to do anything to raise her ire by that process.

Alas, haste sometimes makes waste, and undoes the best of plans. He'd barely shut the door to his room and jumped with a flourish onto his bed to reread one of his favorite "Dark Knight" comics when he heard his sister's voice raised in a shriek. "You little, inconsiderate brat!" she raged, her voice coming down the hall. In seconds his door had flung open, and she'd stood there, the avenging female at her most angry. She stalked to his dresser and snatched his "For Joshua's bare butt" paddle up. "Strip naked and get in the corner in the living room," she'd said shortly. "I'm going to give you the paddling of your life!"

"What'd I do?" Joshua had stammered in alarm, sitting up amongst his tangle covers, fear pulling his balls tight in his underpants.

"You know what you did," she said, turning to go. "You peed on the toilet seat! You peed without lifting up the seat, and left your disgusting mess for me to sit in! I got it all over me! I'm going to have to take a shower to get it off!" She stopped at the door, glaring. "You'd better be in the corner, naked, when I come down, or you're getting double!" And then she'd stormed out.

Heart thudding, he'd slowly pulled off his shirt and pulled down his pants, leaving them on the bed, then stooped to pull of his socks. He removed his neck chain and left it on the dresser, then, with great reluctance, lowered his underpants and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. He turned and looked at himself in his dresser mirror, twisting to examine his butt and see what kind of condition it was in. Only a faint pinkish blotchiness betrayed his last spanking, which meant that nothing could prevent his sister from making good on her threat to give him "the spanking of his life." This was going to be a bad one, really bad. He turned his hips back and looked at his naked body for a moment. He didn't think he looked so bad. His penis hung down nicely over his balls, and they weren't as small as his sister constantly implied, he thought. Well, sure, they shrunk when he was being spanked, but that couldn't be helped. He heard the shower turn on down the hall and, standing there holding his penis, he considered jerking off to decrease his anxiety. But she might want to paddle him right away, and she'd insist he get hard so she could hold him down, and he might have trouble if he jerked off just beforehand. And he knew from experience his dick looked different after jerking off, and it was possible his sister would know. Sighing, he reluctantly let go of his little penis and headed to the living room, where he'd deposited himself in the corner with his hands in the prescribed position on his head.

He wished he'd had the opportunity to shower first, to make sure his butt was clean by triple washing it. He'd learned the hard way over the last hear that even a whiff of body odor or pee or poop would earn him additional, painful punishment. He'd even gotten to where he would soap his finger and stick it into his butt hole to make sure even the tight slit itself was clean if he was allowed to shower before a spanking. Belatedly, he'd considered dashing to the kitchen and wetting a paper towel and sponging his butt hole with that, but then he heard his sister's footsteps approaching - she was out of the shower already. He hoped against hope that she'd spank him quickly and get it over with.

But that didn't happen, either. She'd roamed around the room, checked that he was standing dutifully in the corner with his bare butt sticking out, and then went into the kitchen. In moments he heard her murmuring on her cell phone. He didn't have a cell phone - he didn't have a house key, either - his mother had said he didn't deserve either for the same reason his sister was allowed to spank and paddle him - he was "too immature." After awhile she got off the phone and apparently made herself as snack, because he could hear her crunching something as she settled in the chair across the room. He could almost feel her eyes looking at his naked body, sizing up his butt, thinking about how she would paddle him. After an eternity, he heard movement, then her voice right behind him. "Your butt doesn't even have any marks on it," she said. "It's practically white. It's past time I did more than warm it up with a few love pats." Joshua knew better than to object that her "love pats" had stung terribly and had made him cry - she'd simply have reminded him that this was evidence that he was nothing but a big crybaby with a "teeny weenie and no balls at all." She'd certainly said it enough in the past. He flinched as she let her hand trail across his butt, gently rubbing and kneading his buns. Her hand then drifted around to his front, gripping his penis.

"You're hard," she'd said.

"I gotta pee," Joshua had answered truthfully. Even though he'd just peed barely an hour before, the pee that had gotten him into this trouble, his bladder was nervous and the urge was back. She'd just gripped his penis harder.

"You'll have to hold it," she said. "You don't even know how to use a toilet properly, so I'm not letting you pee in one until you've learned your lesson."

"Can't you do it and get it over with?" he finally begged in exasperation as she'd continued standing there, squeezing his penis just hard enough to be painful.

Just then the doorbell had rung. "Now I can," she said. "They're here."

Joshua had just had time to register the meaning of that devastating phrase when his sister opened the door and excited voices filled the room, signaling that he was about to receive his third experience of being naked in front of her girlfriends and his second bare-butt punishment with them present. He wondered if it was the usual crowd or someone new that would add to his humiliation, and almost sighed with relief when he heard recognized the first voice. "We got here as soon as we could," Chelsea's voice rang out. "We had to get Mom's permission, and we can't sleep over, and she didn't get home until just now, but here we are. We have to leave at nine."

"Oh, good, he's naked already," Chance's voice broke in. "I like him naked - his butt's cute."

Okay, it was Chelsea and Chance who were going to witness his humiliation again, witness what was probably going to be a major butt-burner of a spanking, until he was blistered and bawling like a baby. He flushed bright red in embarrassment. But at least it wasn't anybody who hadn't seen him naked and getting spanked before. He almost sighed with relief. But then a third voice piped up, a voice he recognized, and his humiliation became complete.

"I can't believe you're such a dork you let her do this to you," A little-boy voice chimed. "I wouldn't let a girl beat my butt." Oh, great - they'd brought 9-year-old Chauncey with them, Chance's twin brother. Word of his humiliation would spread through the boys like wildfire, and everyone would know before tomorrow that his sister punished him naked in front of other people. He might as well just melt through the floor right now.

"Don't bet on it," Chelsea said to her brother behind the now trembling, humiliated Joshua. "I'm working on her on that right now. I bet I get to paddle your heinie before the year's out."

A mortified Joshua listened to them settle themselves in chairs with a good view of the love seat where his sister always paddled him. His ears burned as he listened to her show them his hair brush, with the humiliating, "For Joshua's bare butt" printed on it so sloppily, and he shivered as she also produced a sturdy wooden spoon from the kitchen drawer, announcing that she'd be using that on his butt for the first time that night, "as an experiment." Then came the words he was dreading. "Get over her, brat," his sister called to him. "And keep your hands behind your head - no covering up."

Swallowing over the huge lump in his throat, Joshua had no choice but to turn around, facing them, and walk with as much dignity as he had left to the group awaiting witnessing his punishment. The two visiting girls had eyes shining with anticipation, eyes that fixed on his bare crotch immediately. Chauncey was looking at him with a mixture of contempt and superiority. Joshua's penis was still embarrassingly hard from pee urgency that was even greater now that he was about to be viciously paddled. His sister compounded his shame by making him turn and face the watching trio so they could comment on his attributes before she started.

"See, I told you your thing was bigger than his," Chauncey's sister Chance said to him.

"Sure you can - it's that little bulge under his thing," Chance said. "The wrinkly part."

"I know that, stupid. I was just saying that they're little," Chauncey said.

"Yeah," Chance agreed. "Our aunt has this baby, our cousin? And his stuff is bigger than that."

"Longer, anyway," Chauncey agreed. "Maybe not any wider."

"Still, Andy's pee-pee is bigger," Chance said. "That's all I'm saying. And yours is bigger, too."

"Way bigger," Chauncey agreed. He gave Joshua a superior look. "How come you're hard? You get off on getting your butt whipped?"

"I gotta pee," Joshua said in desperation. "Can I please, please go pee first?"

"You always say you gotta pee," his sister said.

"Yeah, boys say they have to pee all the time," Chelsea agreed. "Chauncey is always having to stop behind bushes and stuff when we're out. I think they just want a chance to go play with themselves."

"Yeah, that's what Joshua does, too," his sister said. "He plays with his thing half the time when he's in his room, or in the bathroom. She smirked at him, standing there naked with his hard genitals on display. "Well, you want to play with it so bad, go ahead! Do it!"

Joshua stood there uncertainly, looking at Chauncey. He couldn't play with himself in front of another boy. It'd be all over the school! His sister's glare hardened. "You've got 5 seconds to start rubbing yourself," she said. "Then we tie you up and paddle you on the front porch."

Reluctantly, casting his eyes down from Chauncey's disdainful look and the girls' glittering eyes, Joshua gripped his penis in his fist and began pumping slowly. Masturbating in front of the girls hadn't been as bad - they seemed intrigued by his thing and watched almost admiringly. But doing it in front of a boy, especially a younger boy had him flushing with shame.

On the other hand, his dick had a mind of its own, thrilling to the pleasure of being touched, a pleasure made more urgent by the pee urge that was constant now, and before he realized it, Joshua had picked up the pace, his hand speeding up until he was stroking himself rapidly, his eyes on Chauncey. Somehow, having a boy watch him was making him more eager. His thoughts shifted to the thrill coming from his genitals - the thrill of impending orgasm. There was something different here - a fullness he hadn't felt before. Like stuff inside him wanted out.

"Stop!" his sister ordered, just as orgasm was almost on him. Joshua couldn't stop - it was like having an irresistible pee, when you'd held it too long and you peed your pants. His hand kept moving giving his dick several more strokes. And in seconds he crested, his butt tightening and thrusting, his dick jumping in his hand, the head swelling, his balls pulling tight with each thrust, and ecstasy coursing through him. And, to his great surprise and the surprise of everyone else watching, liquid began spattering out of the tip of his dick to land on the hardwood floor, thin, watery, sticky liquid. It was only a few drops, but it spattered everywhere and stuck to his hand and his dick as well. In surprise he stopped and looked at his hand in wonder. The two visiting girls were staring at him, Chelsea looking surprised, Chance disgusted. Chauncey was staring with his mouth open.

"He peed!" Chance finally said. "Gross! He peed on the floor!"

In two steps, his sister was up from the love seat and had his tight, ping-pong ball sized scrotum in her right fist, ignoring the sticky slime on it. Heer index finger and thumb had closed like a vice, forcing his tiny balls to the bottom of the sack. And then she'd squeezed with all her might.

And Joshua had fallen down, unable to breathe, trying to curl around his genitals, but his sister followed him down, maintaining her iron grip. Joshua had finally gotten his breath then, and screamed, as his sister had moved her fingers, grinding the two little marbles together, then releasing him and looking at her hands. "It's on me," she said, dashing to the hall.

"Did you see that! He peed on the floor! Little squirts!" Chance exclaimed.

"That's not pee, you moron, that's sperm," Chelsea said in a superior tone. "The baby making stuff boys try to stick in you!"

"Chauncey's doesn't do that," Chance protested.

"Chauncey's too young," Chelsea retorted.

"But his boy thing is bigger..." Chance retorted.

"Guess that doesn't matter," Chelsea said. She looked at Joshua, gasping on the floor in misery, curled in a ball, trying to catch his breath as the awful ache from his boyhood overwhelmed him. He was aware that the other kids were talking and laughing, but he couldn't comprehend what they were saying - he was too busy trying not to throw up and not to wet himself at the same time. His sister returned, drying her hands, and threw a roll of paper towels at his butt.

"Dry your boy stuff off," she said. The awful, black pain in Joshua's balls was slowly receding to a dull ache, so Joshua uncurled slowly and took the paper towels, drying his sticky hand and his sticky dick and balls. The quartet of kids watched him with varying expressions, Chance fascinated, Chauncey looking faintly jealous, Chelsea looking bored, his sister looking disgusted. In fact, she voice her expression moments later.

"You're disgusting," she said. "Now stand up and make yourself hard again. I need a handle to hold you down with, and that baby sack of yours is too small to get a good grip on. And you'd better not sperm again, or else."

That was a lie about his balls, as Joshua now well knew—she'd had an excellent grip on them just moments before. But fearing the consequences, he obeyed, getting up slowly and then gripping his now soft, tiny member and coaxing it to come out and play again. The residual stickiness made it hard to rub himself, and his balls still ached, but he still had to pee, so he was actually able to make himself hard in short order.

The spanking he'd gotten was almost anticlimactic after that. His sister had gripped his penis with a look of distaste, but she'd squeezed it tightly to hold him still, and she'd spanked him with his hairbrush paddle for several minutes, bringing his butt to a rosy red color and starting the blisters appearing down his butt crack. Then she'd paddled the centers of his buns with his hairbrush, slow and hard, until she had two circles of blisters there, bright red and blotchy, and Joshua was crying freely despite the shame of a boy witnessing his loss of control. After that, she'd used the wooden spoon on random spots around his butt, trying it both on the well-spanked centers of his buns and the more virgin edges before pronouncing the results satisfactory and promising to use it again on him. Joshua had collapsed into full-fledged bawling by then, and a humiliating 10 minutes followed that, during which Joshua cried uncontrollably while bouncing in front of them, fighting to keep from touching his butt, unable to hold still despite the comical way his movements made now flaccid penis bounce.

Then he was ordered to the corner and the other kids went off to order pizza. The burn in his butt was excruciating, and now he had to pee more than ever, so badly his penis was throbbing in front of him and he had to focus constantly to keep from dribbling. Finally, after half an hour of standing naked in the corner trying not to think about his aching butt or his full bladder, Chauncey had come into the room, eating pizza with loud slurping noises.

"This is good," he said to Joshua's back and his bright red, blistered butt. "Too bad you don't get any. Man, I can't believe what a wuss you are, letting girls do that to you! Making you show your stuff, and jerk off, and get spanked! 'Course, maybe it's cause you balls and dick are so small. I suppose it's hard to be manly when you look like a girl down there." He snickered at his own comments and bit off another piece, chewing noisily. Joshua stared into the corner and prayed he'd go away soon.

"I'll give you one thing, though," Chauncey added around a full mouth. "You can squirt. I wish I could squirt. How long have you been able to squirt?"

"Just today," Joshua answered without thinking. "That was the first time."

"No shit?" Chauncey said. "That was your first squirt?"

"Yeah," Joshua said to the wall.

Joshua's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He turned around, facing Chauncey, not worrying any more that he was naked, needing to make eye contact. "No, please," he begged. "Please don't show anyone. And don't tell anyone. Please! I'll die!"

"Your dick is hard," Chauncey said. "I think you like it. I think your dick says you like being spanked by girls, and having people see it."

"I gotta pee bad," Joshua said. "That's why it's hard. I don't like it. I hate it! It hurts! It burns like fire! And my balls still hurt, too!"

"Uh huh," Chauncey said skeptically. "So if you don't like it, why do you let her do it?" Chauncey asked. "She says she does it all the time!"

"She does," Joshua admitted, letting his arms drop to his sides. It felt weird talking to another boy who was clothed when he was naked. "She's spanked me 199 times in the last two years, counting today," he added, wanting to impress this younger boy for some reason.

"No kidding?" Chauncey said, sounding impressed. "So she's hit your butt, what? Thousands of times?"

"Almost 20,000," Joshua said. "I'm not sure how many, because I haven't added today's 118 yet. But it's close to 20,000. I've got it all recorded in my room."

"Let's go see," Chauncey said. "Julie said to tell you she's done with you for now, and we should go to your room. She said to tell you she's going to warm your butt up again just before bedtime, though - she says she wants you to cry yourself to sleep. You are a bit of a crybaby, you know."

"It hurt!" Joshua protested.

"So, stuff hurts," Chauncey said. "But boys don't cry."

"I'd like to see you try it," Joshua said. "You'd cry too if she beat your butt."

"Like I said, I wouldn't let her. Oh, and she says you can take a piss, but I have to go with you and make sure you don't touch your baby dick. Baby dick was her words."

Joshua had looked down at his "baby dick," which was rock hard and pointing slightly skyward, aching with the need to pee. He turned and hurried to the bathroom, Chauncey in his wake. Once there, he got in front of the toilet, then stopped and stared at his dick, pointing upward and not toward the toilet. "I can't..." he said, needing to pee so bad he couldn't stand it. "I have to point it down..."

"God, you're such a dork," Chauncey said. He strode forward, seized Joshua's hard little dick in his rough, boyish hand, still slick with pizza grease, and yanked downward against its hardness, pointing the tip at the water. "So piss already," he demanded.

That hadn't been easy, and had taken a good minute, but pee urgency won out in the end, and Joshua had at first dribbled, then squirted, then flooded his bladder contents into the bowl. When he was finished, Chauncey had courteously and firmly shaken him, then released his still hard organ, leaving a streak of pizza grease behind to mix with the dried cum that Joshua hadn't been able to rub off. "Now I want to see that diary," he said.

Joshua had headed to his room, glad to get out of the hall where one of the girls might stare at his nakedness once again, or do worse to him, thinking that the sooner he got out the hall, the better. He'd pointed to the drawer of his night stand, then gingerly settled face-down and stretched out on his bed, as he always did after a spanking, slowly and carefully exploring his red, blistered butt with his hands. Chauncey settled down to read, paging back and forth and biting his lip over Joshua's scrawling, nearly illegible writing. He finally settled on the last entry Joshua had made, detailing his spanking of several days ago. "It says '198 times, 19,880 total' at the bottom of the page. Is that how many spankin's and how many spanks you've gotten?" There was an almost amused glint in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joshua had replied. "From my sister. More if you add my mom before that."

"So with today, you said 118... that makes... let's see..." He took the pencil up and began calculating on the page. Joshua, who wasn't at all good at math, didn't even try to help. Chauncey was biting his 9-year-old lower lip, scrawling numbers across the page. "Nineteen thousand, nine hundred and ninety eight spanks!" he finally concluded. "Spread across 199 spankings. That's a lot of butt whacking. That's like 100 spanks each time. Were they all bare like today?"

"Most of them," Joshua admitted. He was embarrassed by these details, but he was in that confessional mood some boys get into after being spanked and having a long cry, where they want everyone's approval and tend to spill their guts to anyone.

"Man, you looked funny getting spanked! The way you wiggle, and your butt bounces! And afterward, when you were dancing around, your dick flapping in the air..." Joshua, hurt by this mockery, turned his puffy, tear-marked face away from Chauncey and buried it in the pillow, his hands gently gripping his sore, still throbbing butt for what little comfort that gave him. He wished now he hadn't said anything to Chauncey at all. After awhile Chauncey put the diary back away and sat by Joshua on the side of the bed. "Hey, come on, man," he said. He put a hand out tentatively and rubbed Joshua's bare shoulder. "I didn't mean anything by that. It just looked funny. You'd think it was funny, too, if it was me bouncing around with my dick flopping like that!" Joshua didn't reply, just gripped his butt protectively, hoping Chauncey would go away. Hoping they'd all go away, and he'd be in the house alone.

"Wonder how many your sister's giving you?" He finally asked. "After we leave?"

"I still don't know why you let her do that. I wouldn't. No way I'd ever let my sister beat my butt, not without a fight. I wouldn't go meekly over her lap like you do and just take it. Don't you have no balls at all?" Chauncey said derisively. "Not real balls. We've all seen you've got them. Balls balls. You know. Courage. Toughness."

"Nothing I can do," Joshua said. "My mom'll do worse if I don't let my sister spank me," he added. "I don't wanna be spanked in front, where everyone can see me."

"Everyone's going to see you get it sooner or later, anyway, if you let your sister go on," Chauncey said philosophically. "She's already let us watch. Next it'll probably be Kathy and her little sister, and Jewel - your sister hangs with them too. Then she'll have the Carlson girl over from across the street and her brother - you want dorkface Calahan see you get it naked, up close and personal? 'Cause it's gonna happen sooner or later. And I bet your mom won't actually beat your butt with you naked on the porch—I bet it's just a bluff. And even if she does, she won't make you jerk off before she paddles you. But your sister will. You want to jerk off in front of Calahan? Let him drool over your little weenie? I hear he likes to do boys up their butts."

"Besides," Chauncey went on. "At least it's your mom, not your sister then. Kids understand getting paddled by your mom, but you sister? And at least if you don't let your sister do it, you're safe when your mom isn't around. And I bet your mom wouldn't beat your butt near as much as your sister does. She's given you, what did we say? About 20,000 smacks? And almost 200 spankings! That's what ... 1000 spanks each time?"

Joshua thought a minute. No, that wasn't right. "100," he finally said.

"Too many," Chauncey said. "I'd put a stop to it. Before any girl gave me 200 spankin's and 20,000 spanks, I'd draw the line. I'd say, 'bitch, ain't no way you're spankin' me again! If mom wants to spank me, she can do her worst, but I'm not taking it from you."

"Mom'd beat me on the front porch, I swear she will. She told me so," Joshua insisted.

"I bet not. And if she does, so what?" Chauncey said. "You just got beat in front of three of us. How long before your sister's had everyone else over to watch you pull your pud and then beat your butt in front of them? Might as well get it over with. Besides, your mom's probably bluffing."

"Maybe," Joshua said.

"Hungry?" Chauncey asked. "There's still some pizza."

"I'm not allowed to eat in my room," Joshua said.

Joshua buried his face again, sick of hearing about how small his genitals were. After awhile Chauncey put a hand on his bare shoulders again, then patted his back. "Come on," he said. I bet you're hungry. Joshua's stomach growled at that moment, confirming Chauncey's statement.

"Stop saying I'm little," Joshua said to the pillow. "I can't help it."

Chauncey's hand froze. "I was just kidding around," he said defensively. "Boys always kid around. We always make fun of the size of each others' dicks. It's like calling each other gay." Joshua didn't respond. "Hey, you're not really so little down there," Chauncey said after a moment. "You're almost as big as me. So come on, let's get you some pizza."

"Your sister said you were bigger, too," Joshua said. "She said your baby cousin was bigger."

"She doesn't know anything about dicks," Chauncey said dismissively. "Yours is bigger than my baby cousin's - way bigger. Besides, his doesn't get as big when it gets hard."

Joshua kept his nose in the pillow, still gripping his burning butt gingerly. "You don't know what it's like," he said. "Having everyone see you naked, and see your stuff. Crying ... crying in front of all of them."

"Hey, you can look at mine if you want," Chauncey said finally. "That'll make us even. You can look at my butt, too. And I won't really show anyone the pictures I took."

Joshua stirred, then slowly, carefully turned his body sideways without disturbing his butt. "Everything?" he said. "Even your dick and balls? Even your butt hole?"

Chauncey hesitated. "Okay," he said. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone, or I will show them the pictures."

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Joshua said, crossing his heart and holding his hand palm out. Chauncey got up and opened the door, peering out carefully. He ducked back in. "They're still in her room," he said. Quickly he undid his pants and pulled down the zipper. Grabbing his underpants at the same time, he lowered his pants just below his genitals and stood there, holding them, looking at Joshua challengingly.

Joshua studied the other boy's penis curiously. He'd never looked closely at another boy's penis - he'd caught glimpses in the bathroom, of course, but he hadn't been in a situation where he'd been invited to study one. He was struck first, by how much it looked like his own. It did look a bit fatter and a bit longer, but the mushroom head was similar, if slightly more pointed, the ridge of the head tapered in to the shaft just like his did, and it sprouted out of the boy's body with the same boyish droop. It was lighter in color, white rather than his pinker hue, and Chauncey's balls could be seen protruding out either side of the shaft, whereas his own were almost hidden by his penis, but they were clearly both the same sort of animal. "Lift it up," Joshua said boldly. "Let me see the pee slit."

Chauncey obligingly let go of one side of his pants and lifted his penis so that the underside and the pee slit were visible. Again, his organ resembled a very slightly larger version of Joshua's. "Do you want me to make it hard?" Chauncey said.

"No," Joshua said immediately. Then he reconsidered. "Yeah, just for a minute." Might as well see how big this younger kid got. Chauncey, focusing on his crotch, immediately went to work rubbing and pulling almost violent on himself, and in no time his penis was hard, curving upward quite a bit so that it almost resembled the curve of a banana and no longer lookd so much like Joshua's straighter version. He stopped rubbing himself and moved his hand, letting Joshua look. Joshua flushed little - this younger boy's penis was definitely longer than his erect, and wider, too. Well, the difference wasn't that great. And he could sperm and Chauncey couldn't.

"Let me see your butt," Joshua said. Chauncey turned around obediently to display a smooth, soft-skinned, muscular little boy butt, the two orbs smooth, rounded, and completely free of spank marks or other blemishes. After standing there a moment, Chauncey reached back and pulled his buns apart, bending forward slightly. His butt hole was visible immediately, a tight slit of dark pink surrounded by equally pink wrinkles, a striking contrast to the whiteness of his butt crack. Between his legs, his scrotum bulged like a wrinkled little fruit. The line running vertically between anus and scrotum was thick and prominent and slightly pink in color.

"Okay," Joshua said." Chauncey straightened up and rearranged his clothes.

"See, I'm not that much bigger than you," Chauncey said. "Now let's go sit at the table and eat some pizza."

"I can't sit down," Joshua said, his stomach growling.

"So you'll eat standing up," Chauncey said.

"But if someone came in," Joshua said.

"Who?" Chauncey said. "The girls have already seen it. And it's not that small - you shouldn't be ashamed of it. Don't go by me- I got the biggest one in my whole class."

Joshua began slowly easing to his feet without stretching his sore butt too much. He hated going to the kitchen and exposing himself that way if the girls were around. But he was very, very hungry.

Joshua tried to remember what a "girl's thing" looked like. He vaguely remembered bathing with Julie, stark flatness down there with the tiniest of furrows that dribbled pee when his sister sat on the toilet and had to be wiped like your butt. He hadn't thought it very interesting back then, and he still didn't.

"Come on - I could use some more pizza, anyway," Chauncey said. "And if your sister says anything, I'll just say I thought you should eat, and she can like it or lump it."

"She'll lump me," Joshua muttered, moving gingerly as the steps stretched a butt that had tightened up. "Or at least this part of me." He indicated his blistered butt.

"I wouldn't put up with that," Chauncey had said. "If she tries to spank you when we're gone? I just wouldn't let her. She can't spank you if you don't let her - you're stronger than her."

Mom can, Joshua had thought to himself at the time, but he'd let himself be herded to the kitchen, and the pizza had tasted good to a ravenous appetite, even if he did have to eat standing up and with his less-than-stellar genitals on display. And the girls had stayed in Julie's room until 9 and time for them to go, so he and Chauncey had gotten to watch TV in the living room in peace until Chance came to the door and said that they had to leave.

"Spanking time for you again, I bet," Chauncey had said with a boy's grin that said, 'you're in trouble and I'm not.' "I wouldn't put up with it."