Jeannie Grants Wishes

By See Erva

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Jerry Carter looked down at the floor as he walked to his first class, afraid to make eye contact with anyone. Surely everyone knew what had happened yesterday and those who didn’t would soon find out just by looking at him. He couldn’t believe it! The experience had been so devastating, he had prayed for a heart attack - anything to put an end to his total humiliation. He couldn’t believe he had found the strength to get out of bed this morning. Today he knew he would be constantly reminded of what happened. Could he survive it? Well, there was always suicide. He would become another statistic, another teenager who had decided it was easier to check out than stick around. He wondered if his tormentors would feel sorry then.

He turned a corner and oh no! There they were - the terrible three who had caused it. He clenched his teeth and mentally prepared himself for the insulting comments they were certain to direct at him.

“Hey, Jerry!” said Stella Martin, a pixie-sized Barbie doll, “looking good this morning!”

“Yeah,” agreed Tanisha Edwards, a black Amazon, “I can hardly recognize you in those clothes.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” asked auburn-haired Jeannie. “Clothes make the man.”

The girls walked off smiling while Jerry cringed. Their words cut him to his soul. Innocuous at face value, they were not-so-veiled references to his ultimate humiliation at their hands the day before and in a short time, the whole school would know about it. He would never live it down.

How could his life have gone so downhill in just twenty four hours? Not that it had been perfect to begin with. His father was gone. His mother supported the family by working as a waitress six days a week. All her earning went for bare necessities. As a result, in a school where social standing depended on athletic prowess or financial status, Jerry had neither. He had thought things couldn’t get much worse. Yesterday he was proven wrong.

It had started when he woke up in the morning and couldn’t find any clean clothes. He ran downstairs to the basement in his jockey shorts and checked the washer and dryer. None of his clothes were there either. He climbed the stairs to the main floor and intercepted his mother before she left for work. She had taken a Sunday lunch shift to earn extra income.

“Jerry!” his sister shouted. “You can’t march around in your underwear! What if I had friends over?”

“Right,” he chuckled. “Like you have friends.”

“Unlike you, I have friends. What if they saw you?”

“I’d probably give ‘em a thrill. Unless they’re gay.”

“Jerry, your sister has a point,” his mother said in her calm, quiet voice. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

“Because I can’t find my clothes!”

“Did you put them in the hamper like I asked?” He was silent. “Last week you complained that you didn’t want me in your room, so I told you from now on I would stay out. If you want your clothes washed, put them in the hamper. Better yet, learn how to wash them yourself. I work six days a week and I don’t have time to pick up the dirty clothes off the floor.”

“I don’t think his clothes are there anymore,” his sister said. “I saw them crawling outside. Or maybe they were being carried by roaches. Mom, his room reeks! You can smell it all over the upstairs! That’s why I can never have friends over!”

“Your sister’s right,” his mother agreed. “We spoke about this before. When I come home tonight, I expect to find your room neat. No going over to Larry’s until that’s done.”

Larry was Jerry’s only friend, an overweight, nearsighted boy who spent all his spare time scarfing down junk food, playing video games and watching science fiction. Jerry didn’t even particularly like him but he had an awesome gaming system.

“I doubt he’ll go over to Larry in his underwear,” Jeannie giggled.

“Larry’s at a SciFi convention,” Jerry grumbled.

“Then no TV and no leaving the house until your room is clean.”

“Sure,” Jerry smirked, running upstairs to turn on his television.

“Mom, you know he’s not gonna listen!” Jeannie protested.

“What can I do? He’s too old to spank.”

Ever since his father left, Jerry had grown even more out of control. His suffering mother had tried everything. She grounded him but he ignored her. She withheld his allowance but he rifled through her pocketbook and helped himself. It was Jeannie who suggested she stop washing his clothes if they were not put in the hamper but so far it didn’t seem to bother him. He had worn the same shirt and pants three days running last week. She wondered about his socks and underwear. Like his room, his clothes were starting to smell and his classmates noticed.

With her mother gone, Jeannie went to her room to study but the blasting of Jerry’s TV made it impossible. She pounded on his door. He responded by turning up the volume. She went down the hall to the electrical panel and flipped off the circuit to his room. The immediate silence was a relief but she knew it wouldn’t last long. Jerry came bursting out of his room.

“What the hell you miserable bitch?”

“I’m trying to study and you’re making it impossible! You’re not even supposed to be watching TV! Your room is a pig sty! And what are you gonna wear tomorrow with all your dirty clothes on the floor? If I were you, I’d get to work on washing them.”

“If I were you, I’d shut up before I get a fist in my face! Mind your own damned business!”

“This is my business!I can’t study because of you! I can’t have friends over because this house stinks! It’s like dad never left! You just turned into him!”

“Leave dad out of this! It’s your fault he’s gone!”

“My fault? It’s his fault! And I’m glad he’s gone! I wish you would join him!”

Their father was unable to hold down a job. During prolonged periods of unemployment, he had spent most of his time in front of the TV drinking beer. The empties piled up around his armchair. He tossed his clothing on the floor and walked around the house in his boxer shorts. While their mother worked long hours to pay the bills, he helped himself to beer money from her purse and the rent was often short.

Their mother’s sister, Jane was as different from the mousy Mrs. Carter as Jeannie was from Jerry. She was a paralegal with a strong personality. She would often come in to bail out the family and lay down the rules to her brother-in-law. She convinced her sister to have her salary direct deposited into a bank account her husband couldn’t touch. The only cash Mrs. Carter now carried was from tips and most of that went for the daily groceries. For a while, Mr. Carter found gainful employment, if only to earn beer money.

But that only lasted until Jane was gone. Without her sister to support her, Mrs. Carter cowered before her husband and gave him what he asked. One evening after polishing off his beer supply, Jim Carter rifled through his wife’s purse and was furious to find only eight dollars.

“You made more than eight bucks today!” he shouted. “Where’s the rest of it?”

Mrs. Carter flashed a terrified look at her daughter.

“I’ve got it,” Jeannie said. “And I’m holding on to it to cover necessities.”

She was somewhat proud of how much she sounded like her aunt.

“And where’s my share?”

“When you earn it, you’ll get it.”

“I need a little something to help me unwind at the end of the day!”

“Sure. You have to relax after a whole day of relaxing!”

While the screaming match was going on, Jeannie had moved toward the door. She had expected this to get ugly and hoped he would not follow her outside in his boxer shorts. Her hopes were dashed.

“Dammit, girl, I’m your father! That’s my money - your mom’s and mine! Hand it over!”

“It’s not your money, it’s mom’s. And she doesn’t want you to have it.”

“Don’t you talk to me like that!”

He slapped her so hard, she fell to the ground. Drawn by their raised voices, neighbors had come out to witness the argument. Now a few men came running to restrain Jim while others called the police. Jim was arrested and sentenced to probation. He was served with a restraining order. If he approached the home or any family member, he would be immediately arrested and jailed. Jeannie thought it was good riddance. But just as she had channeled her aunt Jane, Jerry seemed to be turning into his father.

Knowing she couldn’t win a fight with Jerry, she returned to her room to study. Unable to concentrate, she found herself thinking about the conversation she had with her friends on Friday.

The three of them had been walking home from school together as they usually did. They were a study in contrasts. Stella Martin was a blue-eyed, platinum blonde with pale skin and perfect features. The only thing which kept her from entering beauty contests was her height. She was under five feet tall. She looked even smaller and paler next to Tanisha Edwards, who at five ten was the tallest girl in class. She was also the darkest. They made an unlikely pair and not just because of their physical differences. Tanisha was an athlete and could best almost any boy in several sports. Beneath her curves were some serious muscles. Stella loved reading fashion magazines and getting make-overs. She wouldn’t be found on a sports field for fear of breaking a nail.

Jeannie was the catalyst which held them together. At five four, with bright green eyes and long hair which sometimes appeared red in sunlight, she felt she was the average. She was not a jock like Tanisha, but would join a game if they needed another player. She was not obsessed with her looks but enjoyed the occasional manicure. She balanced out the group.

On that particular day Tanisha was hosting. Jeannie’s home was out of the rotation because of the smell and sound emanating from Jerry’s room. Some boys from their school passed them and made the usual comments concerning Tanisha’s height and Stella’s lack of it. These had been repeated so many times over the years, it has almost become a ritual. The same way folks wished each other a good morning, Tanisha was greeted with “how’s the weather up there” and Stella with “get up off your knees.”

“I wish just once I could show one of those boys what humiliation feels like,” Tanisha said.

“So do I,” Stella agreed.

“Really? What would you do?” Jeannie asked.

“Well, for starters, I would beat him up,” Tanisha replied. “I imagine it’s humiliating for a boy to get beaten up by a girl!”

“And then what?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

“If I could beat him up, then I’d give him a choice,” Stella said. “Get beaten up every day or submit to a spanking. Beating up a guy would humiliate him but making him submit to a spanking would be a hundred times worse. Particularly if it was a bare butt spanking.”

“Ooo, you’re evil!” Tanisha said. “I’d go with that. Particular if he was cute. I don’t think I’d want some skeezy guy over my lap, not to mention touching his bare butt. What would you do next?”

“Probably sit on him. My brother, Chris does that to me when we fight. It’s the ultimate humiliation. You’re not even a person, just a piece of furniture or a horse. And it’s even more annoying to me because he’s younger.”

“Be careful, Tanisha! That comet almost took your head off!” a familiar voice called out.

“Jerry, that wasn’t even funny the first time you said it!” Stella retorted. “And that was back in third grade!”

“Kiss my ass! Oh, I see you’re already in position.”

Laughing uproariously, Jerry passed them with his only friend. Larry just looked down.

“Cases in point,” Tanisha continued. “I wouldn’t want Larry over my lap and I don’t even wanna know what his butt looks like. But Jerry’s another story.”

Jeannie stopped walking suddenly. “You think Jerry’s cute?” she asked in shock.

Her friends looked at each other.

“Well, yeah,” Stella said. “He looks a lot like you. But that’s only natural. You’re not only siblings, you’re twins.”

“We’re fraternal twins - not identical.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I don’t know how you’re planning to pass biology. Identical twins grow from one egg which splits in the womb. They’re usually so alike, you can’t them apart. Fraternal twins come from two different eggs which happened to develop at the same time. They’re no more alike than any two siblings. And there are plenty of siblings who don’t look like each other.”

“But you and Jerry do. You both have those gorgeous green eyes and clear skin and a great smile -at least, when you used to smile. And that amazing hair that looks brown one minute and red the next. Though his is a bit long.”

“Because he’s too lazy to get it cut. Are you saying you think I’m cute?”

“If I can say that without you thinking I’m gay.”

“Come on! I’m just average!”

“Not even compared to Miss Beyonce-on-steroids. Haven’t you noticed the guys smiling at us in school?”

“Sure. They’re either smiling at Miss Living-Barbie-Doll or Miss Beyonce-on-steroids.”

“Don’t kid yourself. They’re not interested in a girl who looks eight years old or in an intimidating Amazon who can outwrestle any guy. They’re smiling at you.”

Jeannie resumed walking with a renewed spring to her step as her friend continued.

“So we’ve established that you’re seriously cute and Jerry looks a lot like you, though in a grungy sort of way. If Jerry cleaned up, he’d be cute, too. It’s too bad you lost your powers.”

This was a reference to an ongoing joke which began the day they met back in first grade. When Jeannie introduced herself, Stella had said, “You’re a genie? Can you grant wishes?” She had wished for a lolipop and by coincidence, Jeannie had one. They continued the game over the years but as they grew older, the wishes became more serious. Jeannie couldn’t find a sports scout to see Tanisha play and offer her a multimillion dollar contract. And she had been unable to prevent her Aunt Jane from dying or Stella’s father from running off with his secretary. They had long decided she had lost her powers.

“Other than the lolipop, I never granted any wishes,” Jeannie said. “I couldn’t even grant my own. Otherwise my aunt would still be alive and my dad would have stayed under control.”

“Genies can’t grant wishes for themselves, only for others.”

“Too bad I can’t do either.”

“Have you ever given it a serious try?” Tanisha asked. “Name your top three wishes.”

“That my Aunt Jane was alive.”

“I think even genies can’t bring back the dead.”

“Okay. That my mom grow a backbone and deal with Jerry.”

“Why don’t you just wish for Jerry to grow up?”

“That’s a better idea. So wish one is for Jerry to grow up. Wish two is for my mom to grow a backbone. I’ll keep wish three in reserve. Better yet, I’ll give it to you guys.”

“Which one of us?”

“Well, it sounded to me like you both want the same thing. You want to teach some boy a lesson so he treats you with respect. That’ll be your wish. But what if we each get one wish? Mine would be for Jerry to grow up. Tanisha’s would be to teach some boy to show respect and Stella’s would be for some slave boy to humiliate.”

“Not just some slave boy,” her friend corrected, “a boy of my choosing. Like your brother or mine.”

“You’d want to spank your brother’s bare butt?”

“Ewwww, that would be like incest! No, but I’d want to teach him some respect.”

“So that’s our three wishes. With the power vested in me as a Jeannie, I grant them.”

Now as she sat in her room trying to shut out the deafening sound of Jerry’s TV, she recalled that conversation and it gave her an idea.

Jerry lay on his bed staring at the ceiling as his unwatched TV blasted away in the background. There was nothing good on Sunday until the late afternoon. Now aside from news, there were just kiddie programs. The TV was actually giving him a headache but he left it on because he know how much it bothered Jeannie. After a while, the cans of soda he had guzzled down needed unloading, so he went to the bathroom.

While he was there, the sound suddenly cut out. He seethed as he realized Jeannie must have shut the circuit again. Well, two could play that game! He stormed out of the bathroom and then stopped as he saw the light to his room still on. So she hadn’t touched the circuit breaker; she must have just turned the TV off. He entered the room and pressed the power button. There was no response. Had the TV just blown? The coincidence of it happening just when he was out of the room did not escape him. He took a closer look and noticed that the cord was missing. He crossed the narrow hall and twisted the knob to Jeannie’s door expecting to find it locked. To his surprise, it turned and he almost fell into the room.

“What the hell do you mean by...?”

He stopped. His sister was not alone. Stella and Tanisha were with her. Panic seized him as he realized he was standing there in just his undershorts. For a second he considered fleeing to the safety of his room. Then he realized they would laugh at him, now and every day thereafter. He decided to play it cool. After all, boxer shorts covered him as well as a bathing suit. They might not even notice.

“What are they doing here?” he growled.

“And a good morning to you too, Jerry,” Stella said with saccharine sweetness. “Jeannie invited us over. Something about granting wishes.”

He wasn’t really listening. “Where the hell is my power cord?” he demanded.

“No TV until your room is clean,” Jeannie reminded him.

“You’re not my mother!”

“You’re right. Mom would let you get away with it. I won’t.”

“Give me back my power cord, bitch!” he shouted, slapping her across the face.

To his surprise, Jeannie smiled.

“You really turned into Dad,” she said. “There’s only one way to deal with that.”

“You’re gonna serve me with a restraining order?” he sneered.

“No. I brought my own police force.”

Tanisha twisted his arm behind his back and frog-marched him to his bedroom.

“What a pig sty!” she exclaimed. “As a matter of fact, I’ve seen cleaner pig sties!”

The floor was covered in dirty clothes, candy wrappers, empty soda cans and several pizza boxes. There wasn’t hardly a surface of the room or furniture that was visible beneath the detritus. Tanisha dragged him to the bed and threw him face down across the side. His feet were on the floor and his chest across the width of the bed. Tanisha held him down by pushing on his back. Jerry couldn’t see what was happening behind him but he could hear and it was making him very anxious.

“He’s in the perfect position,” Stella noted with glee. “Jeannie, take it away.”

No! He thought to himself, she wouldn’t dare!

“Ewww! I don’t want to touch his butt or his grimy underpants!” Jeannie said to his relief. Then his stomach clenched as she added, “Wasn’t this your fantasy? Then you can have the pleasure.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Stella said.

“No! Don’t you dare!” Jerry shouted and tried to rise, but Tanisha was too strong.

Smack! A hand crashed into the center of his posterior. The girl might have looked dainty but she knew how to hit! Pain flared through his backside. Smack! Another blow rained.

“Are you finished?” Tanisha asked. “Because maintaining this position is uncomfortable for me. In any case, you don’t really know how to spank.”

She doesn’t? Jerry thought incredulously, his backside stinging.

“Let me show you how it’s done. It’s time I got my wish. Now how am I gonna hold him down and spank him at the same time?”

Jerry had been thinking the same thing. He decided that the instant she let go, he’d find a weapon and hold them off. There was no way the Amazon was gonna touch him!

“Allow me,” Stella said.

Jerry almost laughed. The little pipsqueak thought she could hold him down? He heard her come up behind him. Then he felt her turn around and for an instant they were rear to rear. Stella hitched herself up and sat on the bed - on his back - as if he were a cushion. He writhed and bucked but despite her diminutive size, he couldn’t get the traction necessary to dislodge her.

After a moment, he stopped. Despite the humiliation, it suddenly occurred to him that an extremely attractive girl was sitting on him. Only a thin piece of cloth separated her nether regions from his bare back! He had fantasized about Stella many times, though not exactly like this. Still, he had never had such close contact with a female. The thought excited him and he felt his body responding. Now he desperately needed to get up because his manhood was pressed painfully into the mattress.

Stella spread her legs so that Jerry’s boxer-clad buttocks appeared between them and pounded as if they were bongo drums. She didn’t use as much force as before, but the blows came more rapidly and the pain was cumulative. He bucked and writhed.

“Now that’s how it’s done!” She announced. “That was fun, like those horsey rides outside the department store, only instead of a quarter, this one works by spanks.”

“Now it’s my turn!” Tanisha exclaimed.

“Don’t you touch me, you gorilla!” Jerry shouted, followed by insults which pertained to her size, gender and color.

Stella scuttled backward on him until she was sitting on the back of his head. His face was pressed into the mattress and he was unable to breathe. After a few seconds, she raised herself slightly.

“Maybe you want to kiss my ass since you’re already in position,” she said. “Now did you learn your lesson or should I actually make you do it? Keep your mouth shut because every time you open it, it’s gonna get worse!”

She moved a few inches forward and sat on his shoulders. He couldn’t move but at least he could breathe. Then Tanisha straddled his back and arranged his buttocks between her legs. Though Jerry had fantasized about Tanisha as well, her weight combined with Stella’s was agony which only increased when she began her bongo routine. Her hands were larger and the force greater. He moved his rump up and down in the closest he could come to the spank dance. Tanisha enjoyed the ride for a minute, before she and Stella climbed off. Jerry rose, stretched his sore back and rubbed his stinging backside.

“I can’t believe you did that to me!” he shouted, tears forming in his eyes. “You’re going to be in so much trouble when Mom gets home!”

“What’s Mom gonna do?” Jeannie asked. “Ground me? Take away my allowance? We both know that’s ineffective.”

“Besides, you enjoyed it,” Stella said, snapping another photo with her cell phone. “Little Jerry came out to play.”

They all looked in the direction she was staring. Jerry cringed and turned around quickly to adjust himself. He now realized why it was not a good idea to walk around in boxer shorts. They did not cover as well as a bathing suit. Bathing suits didn’t have slits for easy access which popped open when he became aroused.

“Can I put some clothes on?” he pleaded.

“You could if you had clean ones,” his sister answered. “Now you’re gonna hafta wait until they’re washed. So start picking them up and putting them in the hamper. Then strip the sheet, pillow case and quilt cover off the bed and add that. Then carry the hamper down to the laundry room. We’re gonna teach you how to do laundry.”

Having no other option, Jerry did as he was told, tossing the items into the wire-basket hamper. When he was finished, he carried it downstairs. The girls followed. At the bottom of the stairs, he turned and threw it at them, then ran for the front door. His plan might have worked except that he had forgotten the door was locked, Tanisha was on the track team, he was barefoot and in his boxer shorts. It took him a moment to turn the lock and throw the door open. Then he had to slow down because the cracked steps and sidewalk were brutal on his bare feet. Tanisha caught up with him in front of the house.

“Where ya gonna go?” she asked. “You’re in your undies. What if Little Jerry makes an appearance? You want Carla Hicks to see?”

Carla Hicks was the prettiest girl in school and lived only a few houses away. Jerry stopped and considered his position. Shoulders slumped, he returned to the house.

“Come back, Tani!” Jeannie called. “We’ll just lock him out.”

Tanisha beat Jerry to the house and locked the door. He pounded on it and rang the bell.

“Come on, let me in!” he shouted.

“That’s right, keep shouting!” his sister called through the door. “The neighbors will be coming to see what’s going on.”

Jerry immediately became quiet. Peering from behind the bush which blocked off some of the front porch, he could see some of the children playing further down the block looking around to ascertain where the noise was coming from. He certainly didn’t want them to see him.

“Please let me in,” he whispered. “I’ll do the laundry - whatever you want.”

“That’s much better,” Jeannie said, unlocking the door. “Now pick up the clothes you threw and bring them to the washing machine.”

Docilely, Jerry retrieved the garments and put them back in the hamper, then carried it to the laundry room. His sister showed him how to load the machine, set the cycle and add the detergent.

“Just one more thing,” she said, “I want all your dirty clothes in there.”

“They are.”

“Not quite.”

Before he could comprehend her meaning, Stella stuck her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to his ankles. For a second, he couldn’t react and stood on full display in extreme mortification. Then he turned and bent down to pull up his boxers, knowing he was exposing his bare butt to the girls behind him but deciding it was the better choice. Stella stuck her foot between his legs and stepped on his shorts, pinning them to the floor. With no other option, he did the only thing left to hide his privates from view - he crouched on the floor.

“Oh, goody, another horsey ride!” Stella exclaimed, mounting him.

If the previous session in his room had been humiliating and painful, this was a thousand times worse. He was not kneeling on carpeted floor with his body on a mattress. His hands and knees pressed against the hard, wooden floor. And he could not concentrate on the positive aspects of the experience - the pretty girl’s crotch pressed against his bare back - because all he could think was: “OMG! I’m naked in front of my sister and two classmates! I’m being a naked horsey for a girl in my class!” Tears of humiliation dripped from his eyes.

Stella bounced on his back, slapping his now bare behind. That stung so much more than when she had done it over shorts, both physically and mentally. She stopped slapping and instead explored his body, moving her hand lower until her fingers touched the sensitive spot between his legs.

“Get off me!” he shouted.

“Jerry, it’s time you understood you have no options here except to do what we tell you,” Jeannie said. “Every time you don’t listen, it’s gonna get worse. Got it?”

“Yeah,” he sobbed.

“Now Stella’s going to get off. You are going to stand up and put your shorts in the washing machine. Then you are going upstairs to your room and cleaning up.”

“But what do I wear?”

“Your birthday suit. Next time, put your dirty clothes in the hamper and don’t wear the same underwear for so long that it stinks.”

Stella dismounted and Jerry rose, holding his hands in front of his crotch.

“You might as well put your hands down. You won’t be able to clean your room with your hands covering yourself.”

“I can’t do it!” he protested.

Tanisha grabbed him from behind in a half-Nelson. Jerry cringed as Stella got a good, long look and snapped a photo. Jeannie glanced quickly and looked away.

“Not that I’m an expert, but I don’t think Jerry has anything to worry about,” Stella said. “Tani, what do you think?”

“I can’t really tell from this position.” The tall girl was behind him looking down over his shoulder. She suddenly spun him around and pinned him against the wall by his shoulders. Then she took her time looking.

“I’ve seen bigger,” she said, “on my little brother.” The girls laughed as Jerry crimsoned. “I’m just kidding. I’ve never actually seen a boy our age. But after the comments you made to me earlier, I thought you deserved it.”

The girls followed Jerry upstairs, stopping to retrieve a fresh sheet, pillow case. quilt cover, several garbage bags and the vacuum cleaner. Together, the three girls and the naked boy made the bed, collected the trash and vacuumed the room. When the washing machine beeped, they went downstairs to transfer the laundry to the dryer. By the time the clothes were dry, the bedroom had undergone an amazing transformation and several garbage bags had been carried out to the curb by the girls.

“Now I can get dressed,” Jerry decided.

“You’re not gonna put those freshly washed clothes on that dirty body!” his sister said. “When was the last time you took a shower?”

“So I’ll go take a shower.”

“You’re taking something else first - a haircut.”

“I hafta get dressed to go to the barber.”

“No, Tanisha’s gonna cut it right here.”

“Don’t worry. My mom’s a stylist and she taught me,” Tanisha assured him.

“So what are you gonna do - give me a mohawk?”

“Not at all!” Jeannie said. “Jerry, what we’re doing now is for your own good. You were turning into dad and I hate it. So does Mom. I want to turn you into a normal, good-looking young man. You know, both Tani and Stella think you’re cute.”

“Jeannie! You’re not supposed to tell him that!” Stella protested.

“Why not?”

“Well, it’s embarrassing.”

“After what we just put him through, does it really matter?”

“You’re right,” she conceded. “Yes, Jerry, both Tani and I think you’d be really cute if you cleaned up your act and got a haircut.”

“You know what they say, Jer,” his sister added. “Clothes make the man. Clean ones.”

She brought a folding chair into the bathroom and spread newspapers under it. Jerry took a seat. Tanisha went to work with large scissors. Some time later, she told him to look in the mirror. He stared. She had done a good job.

“Okay,” Jeannie announced, “bath time!”

“Fine. Get out of here!” her brother snapped.

“Oh, no. We’re staying to make sure you do a thorough job.”

“I know how to take a bath!”

“Doesn’t smell like it to me,” she said, and her friends giggled. “Jerry, your ordeal is almost over. I hope this is the only time we’ll ever hafta do this. But that’s up to you. From now on, you’ll take care of your room and your clothes. You’ll take a bath or shower every day, either last thing at night or first thing in the morning. Do that and we’ll never speak of this again. Now get in that tub!”

Jeannie took photos and video as her two friends soaped Jerry thoroughly, paying particular attention below the waist. At first, Jerry was mortified but after the girls ran their hands between his legs, he began to respond to the sensation.

“Hey!” Stella shouted, “Little Jerry isn’t so little anymore!”

“You’d better cut that out!” he advised.

Unable to contain himself, he rose and turned his back. The girls laughed as his hips bucked several times.

“I’m turning on the shower!” he warned them.

They stepped away as he used the shower nozzle to rinse himself off and the surrounding area. He stepped out and the girls dried him with a bath towel. Then Stella held out a clean pair of white brief and he stepped into them and then his freshly washed jeans.

“So we turned Little Jerry into a man!” she proclaimed.

“How do you feel?” his sister asked.

“How do you think I feel?” he responded angrily. “I’ve been spanked, ridden, stripped and felt up!”

“And you can’t deny you definitely enjoyed some of that,” she pointed out. “But how does it feel to be clean, have clean clothes, a clean room and a decent haircut?”

“That part feels good,” he reluctantly admitted.

“Then keep it that way and what happened today is over.”

“You won’t tell anyone?”

“Not unless you force us.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. It would be bad enough having to face these girls every day but if the whole school knew, he’d never live it down.

“And that goes for the photos and videos, too.”

“What!?”

Now he remembered them snapping some photos, but videos? Stella and Tanisha held out their cell phones. There were photos and videos of almost every bit of the action. There he was across the bed with first Stella on him, then Stella and Tanisha. Then he was naked on the floor being ridden, cleaning his room in the buff, taking a naked haircut and being given a bath.

“OMG! If you show this to anyone, I’ll...kill myself! Don’t laugh! I’ll kill you first, then me! If these get out, my life is over!”

“Don’t worry. We don’t plan on blackmailing you for anything else,” Jeannie assured him. “These are just for insurance. You hold up your end of the deal and keep your mouth shut and so will we. No one will ever see these.”

“No one but us,” Stella amended.

The sound of the front door opening brought an end to the conversation. Jerry went downstairs, trailed by the girls.

“We have company? How nice!” Mrs. Carter said. “Good thing I brought plenty of food.” One of the perks of working as a waitress was that she could bring home leftover food. “So everyone getting along okay? Jerry, what happened? You look so handsome! And are those clean clothes you’re wearing?”

“The girls did it,” Jerry said.

“How nice!”

“It wasn’t nice at all!” Jerry shouted. “Mom, they stripped me naked and molested me! They forced me to take a haircut and clean my room to get my clothes back!”

“Clean your room? This I have to see!” She climbed the stairs quickly. “This is amazing! Where are the soda cans and candy wrappers?”

“In the trash,” Jeannie replied.

“And the dirty clothes?”

“Washed and put away in the dresser. And Jerry promises to keep his room clean and put his clothes in the hamper from now on.”

“That’s wonderful! Jeannie, you did a great job!”

“But, Mom, did you hear what they did to me?” Jerry whined.

“I should have done it a long time ago!” Mrs. Carter snapped. “Dealing with your father was hard enough! I didn’t need you to take his place! At least now I know how to keep you in line! I’m putting Jeannie in charge. If you backslide again, she has my permission to call her friends and give you a reminder!”

“What if I call my friends and give her a reminder?”

Jeannie laughed. “Who you gonna call? Larry? He runs out of breath walking.”

“Or when he looks at a girl,” Stella chimed in. “If he had to do both, he’d hyperventilate.”

“Larry wouldn’t know what to do with a girl who wasn’t on a video screen,” Tanisha added. “He’ll probably click his game controller at you, then be surprised when nothing happened.”

“Sorry, Jerry,” Jeannie said. “You’re stuck with us until you get a better class of friends. And that’s only gonna happen if you do what we tell you. You’re already starting off on the wrong foot. I thought we had a deal to keep our mouths shut. Now we have to determine your punishment. How many people are we gonna show those photos and which ones?”

“Hey, your mom grew a backbone!” Tanisha noted.

“That’s right, she did!” Stella agreed.

“So how many wishes does that make? Let’s see. I wanted one of the guys who harassed me to learn respect. So did you, but you specified Jerry or Chris. Jeannie wanted Jerry to straighten out and her mother to grow a backbone.”

“What’s this about wishes?” Jerry asked. “You said something about it earlier.”

“It’s a game we play,” Stella explained. “Since her name’s Jeannie, we tell her our wishes. But except for a lolly years ago, they never came true - until today.”

“Do I get a wish?”

“It depends on what you wish for,” Jeannie said.

“Well, I wish...never mind.”

“Does it have anything to do with Carla Hicks?” He colored. “Sorry. I don’t think genies can cast love spells. You’ll have to get her by yourself. In any case, we still have your punishment to discuss. Maybe we’ll show Carla some of those videos.”

Jerry stomped up the stairs angrily, the girl’s laughter ringing in his ears.

The next morning, Jerry looked down at the floor as he walked to his first class, afraid to make eye contact with anyone. Surely everyone knew what had happened yesterday and those who didn’t would soon find out just by looking at him. Could he survive this day? He turned a corner and here came the terrible three who had caused it.

“Hey, Jerry!” said Stella, “looking good this morning!”

“Yeah,” agreed Tanisha Edwards, a tall, black Amazon, “I can hardly recognize you in those clothes.”

“Didn’t I tell you?” said Jeannie. “Clothes make the man.”

Jerry cringed at their not-so-veiled references to his ultimate humiliation at their hands. Who else had they told? Here came Carla Hicks, the prettiest girl in school and one of his neighbors. He had harbored an unrequited crush on her for years. She spotted him and a grin lit up her face. She had never looked at him like that. She must have been told! Any possible doubt was erased as she approached him smiling.

Jeannie and her friends were walking to Stella’s house after school when they heard him calling.

“Hey, Jeannie! Wait up!”

“What’s up, Jerry?”

“Uh...are you sure you don’t have powers?”

“After yesterday I’m not so sure. Why do you ask?”

“Because I got my wish granted.” He related what had occurred earlier.

“Hey, Jerry, what happened?” Carla asked.

“You know what happened.” He was so sure she had been told.

“You want me to guess? Okay, you finally got over what your father did and decided to resume your life. I know how it is. After my dad left us, I was in a funk for months. Congratulations on rejoining the human race.”

“Uh...thanks.”

“Are you doing anything Saturday night?”

“Uh...I have plans.” He was going to play video games with Larry. “But nothing I can’t change,” he added hurriedly.

“There’s a new movie at the Cineplex. Or we could go to the arcade.”

Holy cow! Was she asking him out? He had to be cool.

“Whatever you want. You decide.”

“Okay, I’ll let you know later.”

“You’re kidding! Carla Hicks!” Jeannie exclaimed when he related what happened. “Good for you, Bro! I told you clothes make the man! Now keep it up, if you want to keep her.”

“So everybody gets their wish except me,” Stella said, as Jerry walked away.

“You got yours,” Jeannie reminded her. “You said you wanted to spank and ride someone who humiliated you, either Jerry or Chris.”

“Too bad I didn’t say Jerry and Chris. Can I have a do-over?”

“Maybe you should just make another wish. You’re supposed to get three.”

Jeannie didn’t voice her own wish. Having seen the fun her friends had with Jerry, she wondered what it would be like to do it to a boy who wasn’t her brother. Stella unlocked the front door of her house and they followed her inside.

“Look who’s here!” her brother, Chris called out. “The munchkin, the sasquatch and the red dork!”

“I guess I’m the red dork,” Jeannie commented. “That’s not too bad. It almost sounds like a superhero.”

Chris was a thirteen-year-old of angelic appearance: blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect features and clear skin. Too bad his behavior didn’t match his looks. Though a year younger than his sister, he was of average height. This allowed him to dominate his petite older sister. He also ran roughshod over his suffering mother who was still coping with a husband who had abandoned her.

“Hi, girls!” Stella’s mother greeted them. “I saw Jerry earlier and I couldn’t believe my eyes! What a change! Your mother tells me you were responsible.”

“Yes,” Jeannie confirmed. “We sat him down and put a little pressure on him. Then we hit him with the naked truth and he saw the error of his ways.”

Stella and Tanisha bit their lips and struggled not to laugh.

“Yes, your mother told me you had a unique way of handling the situation,” the woman said. “I’m having a little problem with Chris and I’d like to get to the end of it. Do you think you could help?”

Jeannie stared. Surely this woman couldn’t be suggesting...? But she was! There was no denying the twinkle in her eyes. Chris was not her brother and he was also good-looking. Her excitement began to grow. Stella didn’t miss what was happening and her eyes grew wide.

“We’d be glad to help. We only need a few uninterrupted hours.”

“I’m about to go shopping. I’ll be back in two hours. Is that enough time?”

“For the first session, sure.”

“How many sessions are there?”

“That really depends on Chris, doesn’t it?”

“Well, then, I wish you’d get started.”

“Your wish is my command.”

(The End)