Andy’s Difficult Weekend 1

By Nocti Raven

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Thirteen-year-old Andy Reardon rolled out of bed reluctantly one Friday morning. The autumn sun poured in through the window, brightening his room. As the grogginess of the night faded, he remembered there was a reason he was awake. Glancing at the clock on his wall, he estimated that it was at least an hour before his mother would, as usual, wake him up by knocking loudly on his closed bedroom door. Three loud knocks were code for “wake up! Get ready for school!”

Andy had recently started leaving his window curtains open specifically because the sunlight woke him extra early. Like most boys his age, he wasn’t exactly eager to get up early every day, but, like most boys his age, he had other priorities.

He took a few steps around his room, stretching his arms and legs and ruffling the creases out of his pyjama pants and shirt. Then he took both pieces of clothing off and examined his naked body in his full-length mirror. Andy frowned. He was a little short for thirteen, and behind most of his classmates in development. Where they had lean musculature, he still had lingering baby fat. The invisible dusting of light brown hairs on his arms and legs testified to his extremely slow-coming puberty, as did the tiny, sparse bush of hair above his penis.

Changing clothes for gym class had gotten harder and harder since sixth grade. The other boys spent more and more time horsing around in their underwear, showing off their bodies, and boys like Andy, who were obviously immature, got made fun of more and more often. The fact that he wore briefs didn’t help either, since manly, baggy boxers seemed to be the undergarment of choice for boys over nine. Andy knew he could save himself from a lot of wedgies just by asking his mom to buy him boxers instead, but he was reluctant to start such an awkward conversation.

But he didn’t have to think about that little problem right now. He didn’t have gym on Fridays, so he could spend the whole day being the best, showing off his classroom skills. Being smart was his advantage over the other guys. He was one of the few who could claim to be as smart as the girls. And what’s more, he had an hour to himself, so he could make the most of the time before school started.

Andy lay back on his bed and lightly pinched his penis between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing up and down. He was squishy and short at first, and he was really just pulling on it, but as he got harder and grew to around two inches, he began to feel his skin sliding up and down, building a feeling of intense pleasure.

He thought of Sarah and Alex, the two hottest girls in his class. Eighth grade had started a week ago, and the thing about going back to school he had most looked forward to was seeing them again. He never spoke to them, of course. He was far too shy. But he could certainly look at them, and think about them. Sarah’s boobs, big as can be, Alex’s legs, shapely and smooth. They dated the dumb athletic boys, and the cool boys, while Andy, their intellectual equal, was beneath their interest. They just stood by, giggling and jiggling as their boyfriends lifted him up by his underwear to prove their strength and manliness.

And oh how they jiggled . . . on groggy mornings like this, all Andy needed was the thought of those girls . . .

Suddenly the doorknob curled and the door swung open. Andy jumped, startled, and in walked his sister, eleven-year-old Amanda in her bathrobe. She strode in and stood in front of the bed, smiling. Andy was so startled it took him a second to realize he was naked and scramble to get under the covers again. His sister had just seen his dick and balls for the first time since he was six and they had stopped bathing together.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded. “Get out.”

She laughed. “What are you so worked up about? You’re a little boy Andy, you obviously don’t have much to hide.”

“Get out!” he shouted. “Get out of my room!”

“Okay, just as soon as I tell you something.” She paused as if waiting for him to calm down. Just as he was about to say ‘what?’, she continued. “Mom put me in charge of waking you up in the mornings. I have a better idea than she does of how early we have to get up to make the walk to school.”

Andy grunted. “I’ve always been just fine with when Mom wakes me.”

“Too bad. This is the way it is now. She’s not knocking on your door anymore. Honestly, Andy, stop complaining. Just grow up and learn to accept the way things are.”

With that she left and gently shut the door behind her. Andy rolled over and punched his pillow in frustration. Amanda had recently come back from her first summer at sleepover camp, and it was taking an annoying toll on Andy. Suddenly she was impossible to deal with. She just dismissed him offhand, calling him “immature” whenever he tried to argue with her, or call her names, or even just try to get her angry for fun. Somehow camp had given her this idea that she was all grown up, even though she wouldn’t even be twelve for a couple of months. She had begun talking down to him as if he were the little kid.

But despite all that, there were some aspects of her maturity Andy could not deny. Breasts were clearly forming on her chest, just like they had on Sarah’s and Alex’s way back when they were eleven. And then there was the razor, a little pink version of the one their father used, that sat mysteriously in their shared bathroom. Much as Andy hated to admit it, even his little sister seemed to be outpacing him in puberty.

Glancing at the clock again, Andy realized Amanda had only “woken” him a few minutes before his mom’s usual time. He tried to make sense of that for a minute, but found that there was really no sense to it all. Amanda just liked taking on these little responsibilities. They helped make her “maturity” more obvious to Mom and Dad.

He convinced himself that getting up now was normal, and that he wasn’t doing it because Amanda had told him to. He rolled out of bed once again and slid on some clothes, then headed downstairs for breakfast.

The family of four ate breakfast together, but it was quick because both parents had to leave for work fairly early. Andy avoided Amanda’s eyes through the meal, and didn’t speak at all until his parents made a little announcement.

“Dad and I are both going away this weekend,” Mom said. “Business trips.”

“We’ll both be back Monday afternoon probably,” Dad said, “so you two will be alone for the weekend.”

A whole weekend without parents? Without anyone to say “get up and do your homework!” Andy was overjoyed. He was going to stay in his room for two days straight, doing nothing but reading and jacking off. It was going to be the perfect weekend. The only problem was that Amanda, it seemed, was eager to barge into his room at very bad times.

“Mom, Dad,” he said. “Can I have a lock on my bedroom door?”

Without even thinking Mom replied, “You may absolutely not. Locked doors are a fire hazard, and I know you’d just lock yourself in there all day and night. Amanda wouldn’t even be able to check on you.”

“Check on me?” Andy said, confused. “Why would she...you mean waking me up? I don’t need a wakeup call on the weekends, and I’d never lock the door on weeknights. And besides, she just barges into my room without knocking. She should just knock like you do.”

Mom, Dad, and Amanda all seemed to exchange knowing glances. Dad seemed a bit uncomfortable, and unresponsive to Mom’s questioning gaze. Amanda just looked infuriatingly smug.

“What is it?” Andy demanded. “What’s wrong?”

“Andy,” Mom said, “I had hoped we wouldn’t have to make this official, but since you’re being difficult I think we have to.”

“Have to what?” he asked, growing frustrated by her vagueness. “Make what official?”

Mom looked imploringly at Dad, as if she felt she could benefit from his support, but he just shrugged helplessly. Confident and a little exasperated, mom continued. “Since Amanda’s been showing so much maturity lately, we’ve decided to leave her in charge while we’re away. As long as we’re gone, we want you to treat her just like you treat us.”

“What?” Andy said. “She’s in charge? But that’s not fair- - that doesn’t even make sense. I’m the oldest. I should be in charge.”

“Then you should learn to listen better. I said this is about maturity, not age. The two don’t always go hand in hand, you know.”

Andy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “So what...what do you mean ‘in charge’? Do you mean, like...”

“Andy,” Amanda said, “Remember last year when I took that babysitting course?” She was referring to a three week course offered to anyone eleven or over by their school. Amanda had earned a certificate signed by the principal proclaiming to the neighbourhood that she was perfectly able to babysit (technically) anyone under eighteen. “Just think of me as your babysitter. Listen to me and respect me and everything will be fine.”

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He was delivered to school in his mom’s car, where he parted ways with his sister. Andy fared pretty well at school, as he almost always did. He had only a handful of friends, mostly ‘nerds’ like him, but he sat with them in class and talked about video games. When the teacher asked questions, Andy knew the answers.

Andy wasn’t one of the cool kids, and that was just fine with him. It meant few friends but also few enemies: Andy had spent many a recess watching as two popular boys fought (or “playfought” as the teachers were led to believe) over some girl, or over who got to host some party, or something stupid like that. And of course every alpha male had his pack of loyal friends to fight at his side, so schoolyard brawls were known to happen as well. Andy stayed well away from all of it.

Of course, he couldn’t always stay away. Sometimes the cool kids came to him. Since there was no gym class on Fridays, Chris Wallace must have felt deprived of his usual game of keepaway with Andy’s pants in the locker room. Andy was standing around, talking to his friends, when one of them cried “look out!” Andy turned to see that Chris, the eighth grade’s star athlete, had been creeping up on him, hands poised to deliver a wedgie. But even though he’d been found out, he kept coming. Andy raised his hands to defend himself, but Chris grabbed him by the wrists with his massive hands. He lifted Andy’s wrists above his head, somehow grabbed both with one hand, and used the other hand to reach down the front of his pants and grab hold of his waistband. Andy really hated those frontal wedgies.

But after that, recess passed as usual, and soon the day was over. Andy’s parents had already left on their business trip so Andy walked home in solitude. He smiled as the warm autumn wind blew against him, knowing that at least the weekend ahead would be pleasant. With Mom and Dad gone, and Amanda, the social one, likely to spend the weekend out with friends, Andy was totally free to make the weekend his own.

He decided that when he got home, he would strip naked, then masturbate, then put his underwear back on, then order a pizza with the money his parents left him, then play video games till four in the morning, then maybe masturbate again, and then go to sleep. He decided that Saturday would go that way too, as would Sunday.

When Andy got home he began his weekend immediately by eating an afternoon snack of about a dozen cookies. Then he headed upstairs to his room and commenced his normal masturbatory ritual.

First he stuck his mp3 player in his speakers and set it to shuffle. He liked jacking off to soft rock. Then he lay on his bed and reached into the nightstand beside it to get his stimuli. Andy didn’t have a computer of his own, and he was far too cautious to risk Mom finding porn on the family computer, so he made due with a few old keepsakes.

Andy didn’t have any actual porn, but he did have some of his mom’s old women’s fitness magazines and even a Victoria’s Secret catalogue. Then there was a present he had received from his cousin John. John had visited a year earlier and stumbled upon Andy’s rather pitiful porn collection. Feeling sorry for him, John promised to slip him something better. On John’s next visit a month later, he had brought several printouts, pictures from the internet, he said, of actual naked girls. Andy laid eyes on a real woman’s bare breasts and vagina for the first time. John tapped him on the shoulder and said, “I’ll give you a couple minutes to get acquainted.” Then he left Andy alone with his new girlfriends.

But after a few months, the novel thrill of the naked girls wore off, and he began to hold them side by side with another of his old keepsakes: It was his class photo from the seventh grade, and his only photo of Alex and Sarah. Even now in the eighth grade, no other girls could compete. There was nothing at all sexy about the picture, which was just the class standing together and smiling, but Andy liked to look at their faces. He could at least imagine them naked, all bouncing and laughing. Sometimes he tried to imagine their faces on the bodies of John’s naked girls, and he thought about actually fucking them through those narrow little slits.

On that Friday, as Andy rubbed his fingers up and down over the two inches of his erection, he saw Sarah, whose bountiful boobs and perfect curves really could have been those on one of his nude printouts. Andy realized that his cousin John was one of his favorite people in the world.

Suddenly his thoughts--both of John and of Sarah--were shattered by the opening of his bedroom door. Amanda’s black-haired head popped in and, after her face lit up at the sight of her naked brother, she stepped in. Andy was so stunned by her arrival that he lay there confused for a moment, fingers still on his penis, as Amanda was followed in by two of her friends.

First came the brunette Nita, whose precocious preteen breasts were even bigger than Amanda’s. Then came Kelly, a skinny but well-proportioned blonde with whom Andy shared a very deep animosity.

It wasn’t until all three girls were standing around his bed, all three pairs of eyes were boring into his groin, that it occurred to Andy to grope for something to cover himself. Being naked, he had no pants to pull up, and he had inadvertently kicked the blanket off his bed in the throes of his private passion. He scrambled feebly for a few seconds before reaching for a pillow and stuffing it into his crotch. His privates were saved from view, but he was still obviously, humiliatingly naked.

“You about done?” Amanda said.

Andy stared at her, confused and afraid. Being outnumbered made him feel too powerless even to order the girls out of his room.

Kelly pushed the off button on the speakers and hoisted herself onto Andy’s homework desk and crossed her legs, and Nita eased herself into the chair before it. Amanda remained standing and paced back and forth, always keeping Andy squirming in her sight.

“Isn’t this funny?” she asked. Her friends exchanged knowing looks. “Just this morning I walked in on you in exactly the same position. Isn’t it funny how history’s so quick to repeat itself?”

Andy couldn’t reply. His whole face seemed to have gone numb.

“She was asking you a question, Andy,” Kelly said. “Isn’t this funny?”

Andy still remained silent.

“And,” Amanda continued, “you know what else is kind of funny? How it’s not just me who can see you this time, it’s my friends too.” Andy hugged the pillow more tightly against his abdomen. “And you know what else? It’s really funny that when we came in, you were masturbating. You were jerking at your tiny little dick like a horny baby.”

Andy winced at every syllable, and at Amanda’s precocious knowledge. When Andy had been her age, he had no idea what his secret habit was called, and he wasn’t even aware that it had a name until he began to share secrets with John. The fact that Amanda knew about it was another subtle victory on her part.

“And you know what else is funny?” Kelly said. “How you think that pillow actually does anything for you. We’ve all seen your little dickie, so you can’t really hide it.”

“Yeah,” Nita said. “I think you should actually put it down. It’s not like there’s much to see anyway.”

Andy did nothing but hold the pillow tighter. He still refused to look up from it.

“Andy,” Amanda said commandingly. “Lose the pillow.”

Her extended hand impinged upon his field of view. Feeling terrified and totally defeated, Andy slowly extended the pillow into Amanda’s hand. She quickly snatched it from him and tossed it back on the bed behind him. Once again he was totally exposed before three younger girls. Despite Nita’s blasé attitude, he still felt three hungry, evil stares converging on his privates. His arousal was gone completely and he had shrivelled to his normal size of about an inch long, and his balls were just a wrinkly little bulge of about two inches’ diameter. He had always suspected he was smaller than other boys, and the girls’ cruel words had just confirmed it.

“And no covering up now!” Kelly warned. “Keep those hands at your sides.”

“Now that everything’s out in the open,” Amanda said, “let’s get down to business. Andy, as you know, I’m in charge of you for the weekend, and as the head of this household, I’ve invited Kelly and Nita to share the job with me. Since we’re all mature young ladies and you’re a naughty, immature little boy, I think this arrangement will work just fine. You will do everything we say, and if you are ever disobedient or rude or naughty in any way, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

Andy didn’t understand. None of it made sense. What gave them the right to do all this? The reasons they gave hardly seemed good enough to justify it. He desperately wanted to tell them off, to tell them this was all ridiculous and to take back his weekend. But somehow he couldn’t do any of that. It wasn’t just Amanda’s new commanding presence, but his whole circumstances: every time he looked up and tried to open his mouth to say something even remotely impressive, he felt the girls’ eyes on his penis, and he felt the laughter in their heads, hidden behind their wily (and in Kelly’s case, maddeningly beautiful) smiles.

When he finally managed to get a word to come out, all he could say was a weak little “Yes.”

“Excellent,” Amanda said. “Now I think our first order of business--”

“Uh, Amanda,” Nita interrupted. “This room is a mess and it kinda smells. Maybe we should move this part down into the living room.”

“Good idea,” Amanda replied.

And Andy was herded out of his room and down the stairs. Amanda and Nita walked ahead of him, leading him on, while Kelly pulled up the rear as if to ensure that the prisoner didn’t escape. All the way down Andy felt her blue eyes burning into his newly exposed butt. As if that wasn’t enough, Nita’s remark about “this part” gave him the eerie sensation that this whole operation had been planned out by the three girls, and that they had the whole weekend plotted precisely.

In the living room the girls all seated themselves regally. Nita reclined in an armchair like a personal throne, and Amanda sat straight-backed in the middle of the sofa. Kelly sat in the corner of the sofa a few feet from her, curled up like a cat. Andy just stood in the middle of the room. He felt more horribly on display every second, but knew he wasn’t welcome on any surface. Arms at his sides, eyes on the floor, and penis shrivelled to barely a half-inch by the cool outside air that poured in through a window, Andy could only attempt bear the girls’ scrutiny. His humiliation was so built up he could feel it fluttering in his stomach.

“Andy,” Amanda said imperiously, “You’ve been very, very bad. You’ve been annoying me deliberately for pretty much my whole life.”

“And,” Kelly added, “you’ve never treated me or Nita with any respect.”

“That’s true, Andy. Whenever my friends come over you’re rude and annoying.”

“Actually,” Nita said, “I wonder sometimes if you’ve ever been nice to a girl in your life. Even the girls in your grade say you’re a jerk. I think you have some kind of a problem with girls.”

Kelly laughed. “Probably he’s afraid to get close ‘cause any girl would burst out laughing as soon as she gets to second base.” Andy winced.

“Okay, okay,” Amanda said cheerily. “We’re getting off topic. Andy, since you’ve spent your life being mean to me, and to my friends, and to all the other girls you know, I’m going to give you a much-needed punishment. And since you’re such a naughty little boy, your punishment is going to be an old-fashioned spanking. I think that’s a very good way to start this fun weekend.”

Andy shuddered involuntarily, perhaps because of the cold. He had never been spanked in his life before, but he had heard horror stories at school. He remembered back in the fourth grade when Michael, founder of the ‘cool clique,’ had kissed Sarah in the classroom, in front of everyone, without her permission. Sarah screamed, the teacher called home, and the next day Michael seemed very uncomfortable with his butt in a chair. But Michael’s spanking was looked at in a positive light by other boys: he had done what all of them were too afraid to do, and suffered the consequences. He was a hero. But the circumstances surrounding Andy’s spanking would be quite different.

“How many spanks do you think he should get?” Nita asked.

“The punishment should fit the crime,” Kelly said.

“Okay,” Amanda said. “I’m almost twelve, so that’s twelve years he’s been annoying me. If we give him five spanks for every year, that’s an even sixty.” Andy was privately embarrassed by how impressive he found her quick mental math.

“Plus,” said Kelly, “He’s known me and Nita for around five years, and I think between the two of us that’s another five spanks per year.”

“So twenty-five plus sixty is eighty-five spanks,” Nita surmised.

“And let’s add fifteen more,” Kelly said, “for all the girls he’s pissed off who aren’t here. That’s a nice even hundred.”

“One hundred spanks on the bare butt,” Amanda said, as if tasting the words. From her tone Andy guessed she liked them. “One hundred. That’s pretty perfect, don’t you think? The perfect first spanking for a stupid little boy. We’ll still have lots of work to do, of course, but at least he should start to learn his lesson.” She tapped her bare knee lightly. “Get over here, Andy. Lie down.”

Andy looked up at his sister, and suddenly felt even smaller than before. Her arms and legs, left mostly bare by her tank top and short shorts respectively, showed the beginnings of being athletically toned, and the tank top left enough of her budding breasts show that he had difficulty drawing his eye away from them. For the first time something clicked in his mind, a firmer definition of what he had always feared: she was a young lady, and he was a little boy. Even though he was the older one, she was the adult and he was the child. He hated her for what she was doing, but it was an accepting kind of hatred, like how he hated having to take gym class but knew he had to bear it. Even though he wanted desperately to escape from that moment, he had the nagging sensation that it actually wasn’t wrong.

“Get over my lap, Andy,” Amanda repeated forcefully.

Andy could hear all three girls holding their breath (and even unconsciously held it himself) as he shuffled towards Amanda. He slowly and awkwardly positioned himself above her lap and lowered his body. Her thighs pushed uncomfortably up into his belly.

Amanda placed a cool hand on his butt, making him cringe fearfully, and pushed forward. “Scooch up a little,” she said. He wiggled along with her hand, feeling her thighs moving down from his stomach to his groin. His penis slipped into place nestled in the space between Amanda’s thighs.

There was a moment of agonizing suspense, then without warning the first smack came down hard. Andy gave an involuntary yelp and his whole body jerked. Amanda slapped his butt with the same stinging skill she had used on his face the day before. But this time it had the extra painful benefit of carrying the knowledge that ninety-nine identical spanks were coming, and that awful ladylike sting was going to build up over time.

“Whooh!” Kelly cried, breaking the silence even better than the spank. She clapped her hands happily. “Spank number one! Ninety-nine more to go!”

Andy decided at the very least that he would hold in that pitiful yelp from now on, but the next smack came before he could actually prepare. He reacted pretty much the same, but the pain was a little bit worse.

“Two!” Kelly and Nita chanted in unison.

And it continued that way. Soon Andy’s butt began to feel raw and the sting began to scream through his body with each slap. Even when he was prepared he yelped, and then the yelps became cries, and the cries became sobs. And Kelly and Nita counted all the way to one hundred.

As Andy’s tears soaked the fabric of the couch beneath his face, he realized how lucky he was that they had only settled on a hundred. Then he realized that he still had a whole weekend with the girls ahead of him. The nightmare had only just begun. The possibilities were endless.

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Amanda had never been so happy. Andy, the annoying big brother who had been the bane of her existence for eleven long years, was naked, lying across her lap with his bright red well-spanked butt in the air and his bright red tear-soaked face in the sofa. Amanda had taken charge and reduced him to a bawling baby with nothing but her right hand.

She looked at her friends Kelly and Nita, who had helped her plan Andy’s downfall and watched as she delivered his punishment. She could see in their excited smiles that they shared her enjoyment of Andy’s humiliation and her satisfaction with his pain. Their presence made Andy’s embarrassment even more severe.

Amanda decided she wanted to talk to her friends in private to discuss the coming weekend. As thrilled as she was with the results of her first spanking, she was a bit confused about how exactly she was supposed to get Andy off her lap. He seemed too weak and pathetic to just get up, so Amanda stood up instead, rolling Andy off her thighs, over her knees, and onto the floor. He landed on his back with his legs spread apart, so Amanda could see his squishy little penis and his wrinkly little scrotum under his pudgy belly. She smirked at his small equipment: she didn’t consider herself a promiscuous girl, but she had seen enough penises to know that her brother was a very late bloomer.

“Get up,” she commanded, and Andy rose to his feet slowly, shivering as his sobs faded. Standing, he was several inches taller than Amanda, but the pitiful look on his face made him seem like an itty bitty crybaby. “We girls need to talk now, so you go up to your room and spend the rest of the night thinking about your punishment and what a bad boy you are. We’ll send you up some dinner and tuck you in a bit later, and we’ll wake you up tomorrow. Now get going.”

Andy turned and headed out of the living room. As he passed Kelly she reached over and slapped his reddened butt, adding her own little fading handprint. Andy winced and a sob escaped his lips, but he kept on walking to the stairs.

“And Andy?” Amanda called after him. “You are to stay naked. If we catch you with even a scrap of clothes on, well . . . then you’d be breaking the rules, so we’d have to give you an even worse spanking.”

Andy walked a bit faster after that, and almost ran up the stairs, his little dick bobbing hilariously as he went.

“Wow,” Nita said, as soon as Andy was out of earshot. “That was awesome.”

All three girls started to giggle.

“You know,” Kelly said, “Andy’s not the kind of boy I usually enjoy seeing naked, but that was fun. Dibs on tucking him in.”

Amanda smiled. “Okay. So what do we do now?”

Kelly shrugged. “I guess we order a pizza and watch a movie. Then . . . you know.” She and Nita giggled again.

“I know that,” Amanda said. “But I mean after today. What do we do tomorrow and the rest of the weekend?”

“I say we move on,” Nita said. “Like, we could spank my brother next. He deserves it for sure. And after he’s gotten his punishment we could start going for boys at school. Well, the cute ones anyway.”

Amanda and Kelly exchanged nervous looks.

“I don’t know,” Kelly said. “Your brother’s definitely hotter than Andy, Nita, but I think we still have a lot of fun to have with little minidick.”

Amanda laughed at the disagreement. Kelly was the promiscuous one of the three, and had already lost her virginity despite only being in the sixth grade. For the last year she had been aware of Andy’s crush on her and she was loving this chance to tease and torture him. Amanda had to admit that she was enjoying it too.

Nita, on the other hand, despite having the sixth grade’s biggest breasts, had never even had a real boyfriend. Developing early like she had got her a lot of unwanted attention from boys, especially after her older brother Darryl had double-dared a bunch of her male classmates to give her a squeeze. Andy was rude and inconsiderate to all Amanda’s friends, but Nita’s top priority was getting back at all the boys who were mean to her.

“Nita,” Amanda said, “I agree with Kelly. We still have work to do with Andy. One little spanking isn’t enough to turn him into a good little boy overnight. I think we have to spend at least this weekend on him to make sure it works. I agree that Darryl needs a spanking too, but he’s not like Andy. He’s actually a man, like a real thirteen-year-old. We should work our way up to him.”

“Yeah,” Kelly agreed. “After Andy we should try a couple of the boys in our year, then a seventh grader, and then Darryl.”

Nita looked pouty. “All right, I guess we can do it like that.” Then she smiled a little. “In the mean time, let’s get the evening festivities started early.”

Kelly grinned. “Usually we don’t do that till just before bed.”

“We’re all girls,” Amanda reminded her. “We could do it ten times tonight.”

Nita slid down her little skirt, revealing her white cotton panties.

“Sounds good to me.”

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Andy was lying in bed on his stomach with his face sunk into a slightly damp pillow. He took Amanda’s warning very seriously and resisted the urge to put on clothes. He didn’t hide himself by crawling under the covers.

But even as lay there half-crying about the events of the last hour, his mind was racing, trying to understand it. So many horrible sensations flooded his memory. There was the fiery sting of the spanking, the icy chill of his nudity, the tingly agony of girly eyes on his penis, and the dreadful helplessness he had felt since the three girls first saw him naked.

But beyond all the new feelings, Andy had to figure out what had gone through his mind. Why had he frozen when the girls walked into his room? Why had he just agreed to Amanda’s declaration of authority? Deep down he knew it was all because of what he had realized in the seconds before his spanking: Amanda (and her friends too) had this maturity, this authority in their girly little voices that made him feel like he was talking to his mom or to a teacher. It became so hard to talk, like he was constantly afraid of embarrassing himself even more with every move.

He tried to convince himself that he was just imagining it, and that he could just put on his clothes, go downstairs, and tell those bitchy girls to go to hell. But the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it sounded in his head. The three of them could easily overpower him. He would just be earning himself another spanking.

It just wasn’t fair, he thought, but he knew there was nothing he could possibly do.

As he lay there thinking he lost track of time. It must have been at least an hour before the door creaked open again (no knock, of course) and footsteps came through.

“Andy,” Kelly’s voice called. “Sit up.”

He smelled pizza, and suddenly realized he was famished. He rolled over onto his back and sat up obediently.

His eyes widened. Kelly had changed into her pyjamas, which consisted of a tight pink t-shirt, obviously without a bra under it, and a pair of hot pink panties. Andy’s eyes kept jumping from her totally bare thighs to the little bulges of her nipples under the shirt’s fabric.

Then he saw that Kelly’s eyes were jumping too, from his face, which he knew looked dumb and transfixed, to his penis, which was slowly hardening. Her pretty eyes and smile showed a mixture of amusement and concentration, like she was trying to think of what to do next.

In her hand she held a single slice of cheese pizza on a plate. She set the plate down on the floor, but kept the pizza in her hand.

“Come on,” she said. “Off the bed.”

Numbed by Kelly’s appearance and the smell of pizza, Andy slid off the bed and stood before Kelly. She wasn’t wearing that much more clothing than he was, but she still looked so dignified compared to him. So womanly for a girl of only eleven.

“You want some pizza?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Okay. Get down on your knees.”

Andy didn’t really understand the point of that, but he did it anyway. Maybe Kelly just wanted to stand taller than him for once, as if he wasn’t degraded enough already. Once he was kneeling, he held out his hands for pizza.

“I don’t think so,” Kelly said. “Hands at your sides.”

He obeyed. She held the pizza closer to his face, just above him. He realized she wanted him to eat it out of her hand, like a dog. A flash of anger broke through his trance of hunger and admiration. What a bitch, he thought, but then he looked straight at her panties and felt his rage go away a little.

He craned his neck to reach up to the pizza with his mouth, but Kelly pulled it just out of reach. She lowered it a little and drew it in toward her, and Andy leaned in to follow it. After a few agonizingly demeaning seconds of this torment, she let him catch the pizza and begin chewing on the corner of it. But before he could actually bite some off she pulled it toward her a little, forcing him to lean in more and keep slurping and chomping up the same bit of cheese.

Then it stopped moving. As he chewed he could feel the pizza pressed up against some soft surface. In a second he felt soft fabric on his chin, and he abruptly backed away with a string of cheese still hanging from his lips. The pizza was pressed up against Kelly’s pelvis. Andy had practically been chewing at her panties.

He felt a strange mix of fear, anger, embarrassment, and happiness.

Kelly laughed and dropped the pizza on the floor next to the plate. She turned and left the room, wiggling her panty-clad butt seductively as she walked. Andy gaped after her for almost a minute after she was gone, then hungrily gobbled up the single pizza slice that was his dinner.

Then he went into bed and lay on his back, lightly poking at his little erection. He didn’t dare masturbate, because he had a feeling the girls wouldn’t like knowing he was at it again. But he did close his eyes and think about Kelly for a long time. So long, in fact, that when he opened his eyes an hour or two later, Kelly was back in his room, standing at the foot of his bed.

He gasped, startled, and for the first time his hands rushed to cover his privates.

“Hands off,” she said. Andy realized he had not closed the door last time she left, so she had walked in without him noticing. He moved his hands down to his sides, wondering how long Kelly had been standing there, watching him lightly prod and pinch his dick.

Without warning the blonde girl climbed onto the bed and crawled toward Andy. He scrambled nervously back against the headboard, but she came after him until she knelt practically between his widely spread legs. Then, to his astonishment, terror, and joy, she grabbed his penis delicately between her thin thumb and forefinger.

“It’s almost nine thirty,” she said. “We think that’s going to be your bedtime. I’m here to tuck you in.”

She moved her fingers an inch up his shaft, sending a wave of jitters through his body. Then she slid back down, and then up again, and on and on, slowly, for at least thirty seconds. He had never felt such pleasure before. He had never experienced this sensation without having to tire his own arms.

Just as he felt on the verge of the most intense orgasm of his life, Kelly stopped. He looked at her longingly, pathetically, but she just grinned her adorable, sinister grin. She moved her fingers down and poked into his scrotum, wiggling around in the folds of skin until she got hold of one of his balls. Just holding onto it made him cringe continually.

He gasped in pain.

“Good night, Andy,” she said.

Then she clamped down on his one testicle with her thumb and forefinger, sending an explosion of pain through his torso.

“Aaagh!” he cried, suddenly finding the words that had escaped him all afternoon. “Please, Kelly stop! Stop! Stop! It hurts! Pleeeeease!” He began to cry again.

Mercifully Kelly withdrew her hand. Andy curled up immediately into a tight ball, with his arms and legs folded in to protect his aching testicle. He was in more agony than he had ever experienced. The pain was wrenching, like a stomach ache. It was less intense than his spanking, but the way the pain shot through him made it just as awful.

He was in too much pain even to cringe as he felt Kelly’s fingers pushing his sandy hair off his forehead. Her long blond hair brushed across his bare shoulder as she leaned over and planted a wet kiss on his forehead. Then she threw the covers totally over him, turned off the light, and left the room. This time she closed the door behind her.

Andy sobbed for almost a half hour before the pain subsided enough for him to think clearly. As he drifted off to sleep he reflected on the past day. It had started off perfectly normal, then quickly become the absolute worst day of his life. Amanda’s spanking and Kelly’s little squeeze were the two most painful, humiliating moments he could imagine, and he couldn’t even decide which one was worse.

(The End)