Mrs. Henderson Takes Back Control Part 1

Mrs. Henderson Takes Back Control Part 1
By Mister X

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

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Disclaimer: First and foremost, this story is completely fictional. None of this has ever happened (at least I hope not), and all of the characters and events have been completely made up. This story is for entertainment and literary purposes only. Any person who considers doing any of the following actions should seriously consider seeking professional help immediately.

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Mrs. Henderson Takes Back Control Part 1

1. Julia's Ordeal

Julia Henderson was a hard working mother of 6. Recently single, after a 24 year marriage to a controlling, obsessive husband named Larry, Julia had the hard task of raising her six children by herself, 3 boys and 3 girls, all while working a full time job to make ends meet. The girls were the oldest, Julie, age 16, Whitney, age 14 and Teresa, age 13. The boys were Tommy, age 12, Michael, age 10 and Brad, age 8.

Larry was one of the most controlling men you could ever meet. He raised his sons to always be demanding of women, and treat them like inferiors to men, something that Julia just couldn't stand. He believed that men should always be in charge of the situation, and that women should always do what the men say, no matter what. Larry taught his sons at an early age to always disrespect women, and that men are always right, no matter what.

Larry also believed that men should always have complete control over their body, which was why at birth he refused to have them circumcised. He believed that an intact male was the way it should be, as they were born that way, and that it should be the man's decision to have any operation done to his body. Julia preferred her men to be circumcised, mostly on an aesthetic basis, but also on her misguided knowledge that "all boys must be circumcised" and that it was cleaner. Julia resented many of her husband's decisions throughout the marriage, but mostly, she resented his choice of keeping his sons intact, as she had no say in the matter whatsoever.

After the final court date on one day in October to finalize the divorce decree, Julia and her 6 children rode in their SUV back home to their suburb home in Michigan. The boys were not happy with the court's decision to only allow them one visit per month with their father, and were even more upset with the new changes she was setting forth, immediately.

"All right everybody, listen up." Julia chimed in to break the silence. "There are going to be some significant changes beginning immediately. First, boys, you will be treating your sisters and me with respect. No more going to daddy when I tell you to do something, no more talking back to me, and no more calling your sisters names or picking fights with them, understand." The silence gloomed longer. "Yes" they all meekly replied in a monotone tone. "Yes, what?" she snapped back. "Yes, ma'am" they replied.

"We will also be starting a new punishment system immediately. I will be explaining this new punishment when we get home, and it will remain in effect until you all leave the house when you're 18. If you don't like it, that's too bad, because I am taking back control."

The car ride remained silent as they turned off the interstate to their quiet neighborhood, and the boys could only imagine what their mother had in mind.

2. Julia Lays Down The Law

As the SUV pulled into the driveway of their modest, two story house. The family suddenly jumped at the explosion of their mother's harsh voice. "All right everybody go to the living room and girls, sit on the couch. Boys, I want you standing up, facing the girls, and I'll be in there in a few minutes."

The children quickly scurried in ahead of their mother as she went to tend to several chores before she addressed the family. The boys stood nervously waiting for their mothers' arrival, not knowing what she had in store, as their sisters could not help but giggle, knowing their day of retribution had finally come.

"OK everyone, sorry to keep you waiting" came Julia's beckoning voice. "As I said earlier in the car, a new punishment system is going in to effect immediately. This system shall only apply to the boys, as the girls have gone through enough of your crap, and it's time you boys learned how to properly respect women. The days of you talking down to your sisters, punching them, pulling their hair, and calling them names like "bitch" and "whore" are over."

The boys stood with their eyes open, and began to quiver, as their mother continued her rant that would eventually seal the boys' fate.

"Furthermore" she continued "I am laying down rules that will apply to boys only. First, swearing of any kind will result in an immediate punishment by me, on location. If we are at the store in another public location, you will be taken to the nearest Women's bathroom for your punishment to be carried out. Other punishments that will result in an immediate punishment include talking back to me, or another female adult, picking fights with, or calling your sisters names, fighting in general, and not doing what you have been told."

The boys immediately began to get nervous, as this was the majority of what boys did! "What was she trying to do to them?" They wondered, as they exchanged looks amidst the giggling of their sisters.

"Your punishments will be as follows. Since regular spanking has apparently not worked over the years, and grounding does neither of us any good, we are going to be focusing on the place that's been giving all of us the most problems." She said, as she pointed to Tommy's zipper. The girls instantly began laughing, as this was more than they could have ever imagined. The boys stood in complete amazement, with nothing to say. Their mother continued her explanation.

"First time punishments will consist of you standing in front of those you offend, or all of your sisters, my decision, and you will have your pants, and underwear, pulled down by me. You will then stand, for 15 minutes, with everything on display, in front of your sisters, as they will have full permission to view your privates."

Brad began to cry, as Michael and Tommy began to get angry. How dare she violate them this way? They were boys! They were supposed to be in control. Tommy tried to be the big one and speak up in protest, but his mother continued her in depth analysis of their forthcoming humiliating punishments.

"The naked punishment is only one, and, might involve 10 to 20 spanks with the belt afterwards, depending on the severity of your misdeed. Your next punishment will be after you have received your first punishment, as it clearly did not do the trick." After saying that, she went to the other room, and in a short moment, returned with an industrial sized can of police issue pepper spray.

"This is what will happen after your second misdeed" she explained "After your first, should you misbehave once again, you will stand up in front of your siblings and those you have offended, and again, will pull down your pants and underpants. This time, however, instead of standing with your little weenies on display, you will pull your foreskins back, and will get a 3 second spray of pepper spray on top of your penis and must stand in front of everyone for 15 minutes."

The girls immediately began laughing once again, trying to control their laughing as the boys stood before them in complete disbelief.

"That's not all." She said, interrupting the sea of laughter. "Three times plus will result in you standing in front of your sisters, and those you offend, pulling your foreskins back and getting 10 slaps with a mini leather strap on the top of your penis."

The boys stood in complete disbelief as their mother finished her speech amidst the roaring laughter of their sisters. "I have already had constructed a restraining device that will aide me in your punishment." Their mother concluded. "This will allow you to be restrained with your hands bound above your head and your feet in firm place, to minimize movement and assure a proper, sound punishment. Also, I have had the builder make a separate holder that will hold your penis firmly in place, so when you are to be disciplined there, we have no problems gaining access, as we understand they lack in size right now." The boys blushed as the girls snickered. "Finally, each time you receive a punishment, you will receive a point, 1 point for a level 1 punishment, 2 points for a level two, and 3 for a level three. For each type of punishment you receive, you will receive that particular amount of points added on, and you can receive additional points for misbehaving, not obeying during a punishment, bad grades in school or for any other reason I choose. Once you have reached 50 points, you will have an appointment made at the doctor, where you will be circumcised."

"What?!" Michael screamed at the top of his lungs. "How can you do that?" "Hush!" his mother barked back. "Don't interrupt me when I'm talking to you." Michael stood back silently in complete disbelief at what he just heard, as his other two brothers were just as shocked.

"When I married your father, we both agreed to have an equal say in parenting. Then he suddenly changed, and instilled this "boys are superior" ideal in to your heads, and since then, you have been nothing but rude and disrespectful to me, your sisters and every other female, enough is enough. You should have been circumcised at birth, but, your father being the controlling bastard that he's always been would hear nothing of it. Circumcision is a completely necessary operation in a young boy's life, and furthermore, it's cleaner and neater! I'm sick and tired of your attitude towards women, and since you boys seem to think with your weenies, and not your brains, it seems to me like we need to go straight to the source."

The boys were all trembling in fear by this point...their manhood was in complete jeopardy, and their mother was right, she was taking back control. They all couldn't even imagine being naked in front of their sisters, much less humiliated in such a way.

"When you go to the doctor to get taken care of, there is only one way of doing it...my way, and it will be high and tight. This should have been done a long time ago, and had your father listened to me in the first place, we would have never had this problem with authority. Well mark my words boys, this little attitude of yours is about to change, and it's about to change fast! Now go upstairs and get ready for bed."

"But mom" Michael chimed in again "it's too early to go to bed."

"Damn it, Michael!" Julia screamed. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. No respect for women or authority. I just told you to go to bed, this and talking back to me earlier has earned you the first punishment under the new rules. Tommy and Brad, you're excused to go to bed, this instant. Michael, it's time for you to get punished.

Brad and Tommy scurried upstairs as Michael stood in disbelief, not knowing what was next to come.

3. Michael Gets Punished

As his brothers quickly left the living room to go get ready for bed, Michael stood before his mother and sisters awaiting the first punishment, in what seemed to be the first of many to come.

"Come this way, Michael" was all that his mother said, as she led her son and daughters to their dad's old office, which had now been converted into a punishment room. The windows had been boarded up, with soundproof panels and flooring throughout the room. No sound would be able to leave that room, and probably with good reason. The back where the desk used to be was the contraption built to restrain them. It was like a chin up bar you'd see on the playground, however the bar overhead was constructed to be able to be raised and lowered to accommodate the size of the individual. There were chains on each side of the device to secure the legs, and were able to be tightened to lessen movement. On the bar above were two sets of handcuffs attached to the bar, to hold their hands in place. On the side of the device was a swiveling platform, which could be raised and lowered upon request. It was brought up to the mid-section of the boy, and had a place to securely hold his boyhood in place for receiving his punishment.

As Michael gazed in amazement at the contraption set before him, he was quickly jolted back to reality by the sound of the door slamming behind them, and the 4 deadbolt locks that ensured privacy...and confinement.

There were two rows of chairs that were before the punishment center, and the girls easily assumed that those were for them, and happily took their seats front row and center to witness Michael get what was coming to him.

"Stand up and face your sisters" was all she said, as Michael shook nervously. Michael stood facing his sisters as his mother stood behind him and quickly fastened his legs and arms in place so he could do nothing but squirm, but very limited. "Unless you want to fall down and risk getting additional time, I suggest you keep your hands on this bar at all times." His mother advised.

"One more thing." His mother continued before carrying out his sentence. "You are to keep your eyes open and facing your sisters at all times. Your punishment is because of what you have said or done to them, therefore, they must witness it firsthand. If you have the guts to be mean to them, then you have the guts to look them in the eye and take it like the man you say you are. Not doing so will result in an immediate point towards your circumcision."

Michael stood trembling as his mother stood firmly behind him and was raising his t-shirt above his chest and tying it into place. "Don't want this in the way, now do we girls?" His mother said as his sisters chuckled in agreement.

Michael jumped softly at the feeling of his mother nearing his genital region, and took a deep breath as she unfastened his pants, and slowly unzipped his zipper. Julia was taking her time for a reason, of course. She figured the longer it took, the more time they would have to remember why they were there in the first place, and would hopefully deter them from future misbehaving.

His pants were slowly lowered to his ankles as his sisters sat on the edge of their seat in anticipation, as Michael stood completely rigid. His mother slowly slipped her fingers in between the waistband of his shorts, and with one short pull, yanked his underwear down to his ankles, exposing his small, uncut penis and small testicles to his siblings.

Michael let out a soft cry as the cool, dry air reached his genital region and instantly began to fidget and move in a meek attempt at hiding his newly exposed boyhood from his sisters.

"No, no mister." His mother said firmly. "We will have none of that. Any additional moving or looking away will result in a spank with the belt."

His sisters could hardly contain themselves, as the sight of their little brother, and they meant LITTLE, was standing before them, so vulnerable and exposed, and could do nothing but stand as they gazed so freely at his small, undeveloped anatomy.

Michael had a normal sized penis for a boy his age. Still uncircumcised like the rest of his brothers, his penis limped freely in its flaccid state, with his head completely protected by his foreskin. The cold room with the temperature set to 60 did nothing to help his shriveled state, as the vent below him just happened to be right under his genitals.

The seconds ticked away in what seemed to be an eternity, and Michael began fidgeting once again. He wasn't able to do it much longer as he felt an unsettling sting on his backside.

"Ow!" Michael screamed, as he jumped as far as he could, making his package flop around much to his chagrin. "What did I tell you?" his mother bellowed as he hopped around. "No fidgeting!" His mother quickly put the belt down as she turned to her son. "Your time is up. I'm going to let you out, and let you go to bed, but after you apologize to your sisters."

"I'm sorry for being so mean and talking back." Michael said gloomily in his exposed state.

"That's better" she said, beginning to unfasten his restraints. "You have earned three points towards your circumcision." His mother said firmly. "One for each time you talked back, and one for fidgeting during your punishment. You have 47 points to go."

Michael quickly pulled his pants up and quickly ran upstairs. With his mother nodding in approval and his sisters chuckling away, it was obvious that Julia was beginning to take back control.

4. Brad Feels His Mother's Wrath

The next day was a calm and unsettling day for the entire family, as they all sat down for breakfast at the table. One obvious change was the empty seat that sat at the end of the table where their father would always sit. It was a Saturday morning in September, and was after their first six weeks of school. The whole family was anxious for the arrival of their report cards, most importantly, the boys, who knew that any bad marks would mean a detailed punishment. The family sat quietly for the most part, with the exception of the girls chatting about the wonders of school, relationships, and everything else the boys could care less about.

"Oh my God" Whitney started. "This boy at my school, his name is Billy, he is soooo cute, I mean, he has these eyes, and his smile....like he's so cute."

"Nobody cares, Whitney" Brad said, in an attempt to shut his sister up. "No one would go out with you anyway, you're too ugly."

"BRADLEY WAYNE HENDERSON" his mother snapped "How dare you talk to your sister that way! You go to the punishment room right now! Your sisters will be right behind. Tommy and Michael, go clean your room. I'm going to go check the mail."

Tommy and Michael quickly scurried to their rooms to avoid any further confrontation as Brad stood with his mouth open trying to hold back the tears. His mother went outside as Julie said "You heard her, squirt. Come on, go into the punishment room."

"I don't have to listen to you, you're a girl, and not a grown-up. Don't tell me what to do."

"Well you better start listening to me and the rest of us pretty soon, Brad, unless you want to be a few inches shorter down below." The rest of the girls started laughing.

"Shut up, you stupid bitch! Don't talk to me that way you fucking piece of shit!"

"BRADLEY!" his mother's voice boomed as she came into the kitchen holding the mail. "I thought I told you to get into the punishment room, and instead you disobeyed me AND you're talking disrespectfully to your sisters? You'd better march right in there young man, because you're about to get a punishment you'll never forget!"

Brad quickly scurried into the room and sat in the chair next to the punishment apparatus that loomed beside him. His sisters quickly followed behind him and sat in the same chairs as they did the night before, while their mother followed shortly thereafter with the mail in hand."

"Well, well, well." His mother said, smiling. "Looks like report cards just got here. This might just be the beginning."

Brad gulped.

"Ok Brad" his mother started. "First of all, you were disrespectful, twice, to your sister at the table. I told you before we will have none of that. Second, your behavior has been the worst out of everyone, so it's safe to say that you've had this coming for a long time. On top of your disrespectfulness, you disobeyed me when I told you to go directly to the punishment room, and not only that, you were talking disrespectfully AGAIN, to your sisters, not to mention you called her a "stupid bitch" and a "fucking piece of shit" Where did you learn such language, young man?"

Brad could do nothing but stare at the floor for a good, long minute, until he was finally able to stammer out..."Uh, uh, uh...I, I d-d-d-don't kn-know, I'm, s-s-sorry mommy, please don't punish me."

"Don't apologize to me, mister, you apologize to Whitney for being so mean to her, and yes, you're getting punished, that's why you're in here, there's no getting around it."

"I'm sorry, Wh-wh-Whitney" Brad stammered out, as Teresa and Julie looked on snickering.

"I'm sure you are, Brad, but I'm tired of being talked down to all the time for just being a girl. You don't have to be so mean to me all the time."

"Thank you Whitney" her mother said. "Have a seat while I deal with Brad."

Brad looked to his mother with a look of concern, not knowing what his mother had in mind.

"Ok Brad. Apparently my little demonstration with Michael last night wasn't enough to spark some fear into you boys, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to go a little harsher today. You get 2 points automatically towards your circumcision, one for the initial talking back to your sister, and another for not doing as you were told. Like I said, there will be zero tolerance for swearing, and there will be 5 points per swear word added on to your total. You have a total of 17 points towards your circumcision, with 33 points remaining."

Brad stood in complete disbelief to what he was hearing.

"We will open up your report cards later, and, there will be an additional 5 points added on per "F" you get on your report card, and 3 for every "D"."

"Now, unfortunately" she continued "my message last night did not get through to either of you, so I'm afraid we're going to have to get out the pepper spray for this one. Julie, go to my room and get it from under my bathroom sink. Brad, go stand up and let's get you situated."

"Yes ma'am" Julie happily agreed as she bolted for the door.

Brad was trying to hold back the tears. Pepper spray? On his weenie! In front of his sisters? How fair was that?

Brad reluctantly stood beneath the bar as Julie bounced back in and shut the door and deadbolt locks.

"Here you go mom." Julie chimed eagerly.

"Thank you, sweetie. Ok Brad. Let's get this going. Hands up on the bar."

Brad unwillingly did as his mother instructed, as she slowly unfastened his clothes and left him exposed to his sisters. Brad, like the rest, was also uncircumcised, and while his penis was still starting to grow, had not yet reached the size of his older brothers, and still shriveled up when it was flaccid, and didn't sport much when erect.

"Ok Brad" his mother continued, as she cuffed his feet into place, and then his left hand. "Since your father didn't listen to reason and didn't remove this useless skin, I want you to pull your foreskin back, all the way, and keep your eyes on your sisters."

Brad quickly retracted the tightly elasticized skin covering his glans, shivering slightly as the cool air from the vent below him chilled his unprotected head.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHT came the hissing tone from the aerosol can as three seconds passed. His uncut glans was completely covered in police grade pepper spray as his mother quickly secured his other hand in place. The sting takes a few seconds to take effect, but once it does, the one at the receiving end knows all about it.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!!" Brad screamed in pain as he attempted to squirm in absolute pain. "My weenie! It burns! OWWW!!!" Brad began to cry as his mother quickly put an end to it.

"That's enough of that, young man!" She barked as the belt came down on his backside. Brad jumped in pain and danced in place for what seemed to be an eternity as the never ending aching pain lingered on his genitals for as long as he stood there. His penis began to turn a bright red as his foreskin began to adhere to his glans, and the pain began to increase significantly the more he moved.

As fifteen minutes finally passed, and his sisters laughing finally subsided, the tears of pain were just beginning to cease. Brad was finally able to pull up his pants and underwear, and was on his way to his room, when his mother said what he didn't want to hear.

"Go get your brothers, Brad and meet us in the living room. It's time to open up your report cards."

5. Report Cards

The six Henderson siblings sat eagerly in the living room as their mother came in holding the mail with anticipation. Brad sat sulking on the couch with his member throbbing constantly. The children usually did well in school, with the girls usually scoring higher than the boys do.

"OK, lets start with Julie" her mother chimed in as she opened up the envelope. "As always, no complaints from me, sweetie....ALL A's! I am so proud of you!" her mother said, beaming. "Thanks mom, I've been working really hard." Julie responded.

"Whitney, you're next!" her mother said, as she opened up the envelope "4 A's and 3 B's! Very good Whitney, I see your math class has improved! Very good!" Whitney beamed with pride.

Teresa was next in line, as usual, and was not worrying about her grades one bit. "All A's again, Teresa! Very good! Your teacher says in the "comments" portion that you have "improved well" I'm very proud of you girls!"

The girls high fived one another for a job well done.

"OK, now it's time for the boys" she said as her tone changed dramatically. "Tommy, here we go...." Tommy sat on the edge of the couch in anticipation. He had tried harder than he had the previous year, as his grades had been slipping as of late. "Hmm, you could have done better." She said in distain. "You failed Math for the second time in a row, and you also failed Science. Everything else is a D, except for P.E., well there's a surprise, all you do is play basketball in there anyway, not even YOU could fail that." She said in a mocking tone.

"That has earned you 10 points towards your circumcision for the two F's, and 12 points for the 4 D's, 5 points per F and 3 points per D." Tommy sat in disbelief. "You have 22 points towards your circumcision, you have 38 points remaining."

"Now on to you Michael." Mrs. Henderson continued. Michael was still in a foul mood from his escapade the night before, and come hell or high water, he was going to be voiced, he thought to himself.

Michael's grades had been slipping, but in all fairness, he didn't really care. His father didn't really put much effort into school, and therefore he didn't really either. He sat anxiously as his mother read their grades out loud.

"Michael J Henderson" his mother said with obvious contempt in her voice. "6 F's, in EVERY subject? You passed P.E. BARELY with a C, and you didn't even attempt to do anything in your other classes! Combine this with your punishment yesterday, do you know what this means?" His mother's voice boomed."

"You now have 47 points against you for your circumcision. You have 3 points until you get changed from "Mr. High and Mighty" to "Mr. High and Tight". You'd better watch yourself, young man, or your sisters will be watching you get clipped."

His sisters instantly started laughing, when Whitney chimed in. "I don't think the doctor can make him smaller than he already is, mom."

"Shut up, Whitney, you stupid bitch!" Michael screamed.

"MICHAEL!" It was done. Michael was up to 50.

The room instantly got quieter as his mother stood before him in obvious distain.

"First thing Monday, I'm calling Dr. Johnson to set up your appointment."

Michael's eyes suddenly became heavy, as the look of horror on his face became adamantly clear. His sisters sat and snickered while his brothers couldn't believe it. Michael tried to object, but was quickly escorted to the punishment room with his siblings following close behind.

"Hold on Brad, not you." She stopped him. "We still have to look at your report card." Lucky for Brad, he knew his grades for the most part, and he was relieved to know that he had only received one "D" in History, and the rest were just fine. He quickly accepted his meager three points for the D and scurried out to avoid anything else.

6. Michael's Day of Hell – Part 1

Michael's nightmare was just about to begin. After his attempts at pleading with his mother had failed, Michael found himself once again confined to the punishment room, with only mere days until he would be forever changed.

His siblings all sat before him, not knowing what to expect. They had seen everything else, or so they thought, until their mother came in to explain.

"Fortunately for us, Dr. Johnson has an emergency pager. I just spoke with her on the phone and can get Michael in first thing on Monday morning. Get ready mister, you're gonna get clipped!"

Michael tried to express his discontent, and even cry, for that matter to get at least something out in his defense, but was quickly stopped and led to the punishment stand where he was promptly secured into place. This time, however; Michael was a bit uneasy as he saw his mother unfastening the side penile securing device that was attached to the left side of the center. "Let's get these pants down." His mother said firmly as she finished fastening the arm and leg restraints, making sure his moving capabilities were as limited as possible.

With that she quickly pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles and continued by lifting his shirt just past his navel, tying the tail in a knot to secure it in place. Julia then swiveled the resting mechanism around the side of the station, and lowered the platform to just the right height to secure his flaccid member onto the platform. She locked the piece in place, and then proceeded to retract his foreskin and hold it back with a separate restraint attached to the platform.

"What are you doing, mommy?" Michael said in distain, and obvious discomfort in his voice. "We're getting this useless skin out of the way, you're getting 15 straps with the leather on top for your last outburst. Apparently you still haven't learned your lesson, so it's time to play hard. Besides, it's going to be gone anyway, might as well know what you're up against for the rest of your life."

Michael softly moaned as his mother finished securing the strap, holding his limp penis in place for a world of hurting. Julia went behind him to get the special, half millimeter leather strap, made especially for penile punishments.

"Eyes forward." His mother instructed. "Any unnecessary talking or yelling will result in additional smacks." Michael knew she meant business. Without hesitation, or chance to react, Michael was just beginning to soak in her last words, when he was suddenly awakened by the sharp blow that landed on his penis.

"OOWW!!!" Michael screamed as the first blow sank in, much to the amusement of his siblings. SLAP "YOW!" Michael screamed, as he fidgeted and moaned in agony. SLAP "Mommy! OW! It hurts!" he pleaded!

"That's enough from you!" she barked.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP** SLAP

"AHH!" Michael grimaced and moaned under his breath as he danced and grimaced in a child like manner as the tears flowed freely down his face. His penis was red and swollen and covered with welts from the leather strap, as his sisters sat laughing and pointing at his current state of dismay.

"GET YOUR PANTS UP RIGHT NOW AND GO TO BED" his mother barked as Michael ran upstairs as fast as he could. "You're going to stay in your room all day tomorrow, and first thing Monday morning, you're getting clipped!" She bellowed after him. She door slammed shut as his cries of pain echoed throughout the house as his sisters sat laughing. The other two boys walked quietly to their rooms, only imagining what could happen to them.

7. Michaels Day of Hell – Part 2

Monday came far too quickly that Michael would have hoped. As his siblings chirped downstairs at the full day ahead of them, Michael moped downstairs to the table for breakfast.

"I hope you washed your little penis thoroughly." His mother greeted, with a little quirky emphasis on the word "little". His siblings giggled. "We don't want to have to stay gone much longer than we need, as I've already taken a day off of work to tend to this little matter, and your brothers and sisters have to miss a full day of school because of this."

His siblings cheered and clapped at their mothers announcement of a free day, which would be highlighted by the discomfort and humiliation of their bratty brother.

"I had to talk to your school today, Michael." His mother continued "and due to your age and the lengthy time in which it takes your penis to heal after the surgery, you have to stay away from others while it heals, which will take at least three weeks."

"Three weeks!" Michael thought to himself. This might not be as bad as he thought it would be. Three weeks of being at home with no school! This would be a blast!

"So" she furthered "so you don't miss class, I went ahead and got all of your schoolwork and assignments for the next three weeks. Your grandma and cousin Lisa will be coming over every day to take care of you, as you will need special care to clean it and make sure it doesn't get infected. We will talk to the doctor during your appointment to make sure we get everything squared away. Finish your cereal and lets go to the car. We don't want to be late."

All of the others seemed to be the first to finish their cereal, almost immediately, as Michael scurried to slurp his Cheerios and be moments closer from hell. As he finally finished, his mother escorted the kids to the car, where they all got in and rode down the highway off of exit 232, where they quickly pulled in to Dr. Johnson's office.

The family walked in the front with Michael slowly trailing behind, and was greeted by the receptionist with glasses that could start a fire they were so thick.

"Good morning, and welcome to Dr. Johnson's office, may I help you?"

"Hello. We have an appointment for Michael Henderson at 10:00 a.m."

"Oh, yes" she chimed in. "That's the little boy who's here to get clipped. All right, let me give you this form to fill out while you wait for the doctor to see you. Has your insurance or anything changed since his last appointment?"

"No, not yet." His mother affirmed. "We will be switching to my primary health provider at work within the next couple of months, but until then, we're good to go." "All right, very well." The receptionist concluded. "Make sure Michael goes to the bathroom before you go back for the procedure. Once the procedure begins it cannot be stopped until it's complete...and make sure he cleans up really well, we don't want any infections."

"You're right" his mother agreed. "Teresa, go with Michael to the bathroom and make sure he goes to the bathroom, and I want you to personally wash and check his penis to make sure its clean, ok? I have to sit here and fill out this paperwork. Hurry up, we're next in line to be seen by the doctor, OK?"

"OK Mom" Teresa piped. "Let's go, Michael, hurry up."

Michael and Teresa went back down the long hallway of the doctor's office to the unisex bathroom at the end of the hall, where they both went in. Michael lifted up the lid of the toilet and began to unzip his pants.

"Do you really have to stand there and watch me go?" he asked, hesitating to let his sister watch him "do his business."

"You heard mom. She wants to make sure you go pee and clean up that thing of yours. Hurry up, we don't have all day." Teresa said, firmly.

Michael let out a hesitated sigh, as his pants and underwear dropped to the tile floor below, and he slowly retracted his foreskin for the last time, and aimed his member to the bottom of the toilet and tried to empty his bladder and still remain calm.

"So Michael" Teresa chimed in with her usual, beckoning tone. "What does it feel like to know that in a few minutes you're little wee wee is going to be cut on? Does that make you sad? What's it feel like knowing we all get to watch?"

The tormenting was unbearable, but finally he was able to go, and was just about to pull up his pants before his sister stopped him once again.

"Ah ah ah!" his sister cautioned. "You heard Mom. I have to clean it for you. Put your hands behind your head."

Michael reluctantly did as he was told as his sister turned the warm water on in the bathroom faucet, and began soaking his limp penis with warm water, causing him to shudder slightly. She began to lather her hands with the generic Dial soap they had on the sink and began firmly massaging his glans with the warm soapy water. She retracted and stretched his foreskin as much s she could, paying close attention to the head, making sure to pinch and pull it as much as she could. She rinsed off his glans over the toilet with a Dixie cup of warm water, and repeated the process, making sure to make his penis nice and clean.

"OK, dummy. We're done now. Let's go back to the lobby so Mom doesn't think you fell in."

They returned to the lobby just as Mrs. Henderson was turning in the paperwork for Michael, and just as he sat in, the nurse walked in from behind the counter.

"Michael Henderson, the doctor will see you now." With those words, his stomach began twisting in knots, as his mother quickly escorted him by the arm to lead the way to the second door on his left, clearly marked "Inpatient Room B"

The family followed close behind into the cold, empty and sterile room which was fitted with one examining table, and a few chairs for the rest to sit in. The nurse followed quickly behind.

"OK, Michael. I'm going to need you to take off all of your clothes and give them to your mother and get up on this table. Put your feet in the holders at the end of the table and lie down on your back."

Michael quickly did what he was told, not wanting to prolong this torture any longer. As he stood before his entire family in his original birthday suit, he was quickly helped up onto the table by the nurse. His legs were securely fastened at the end of the table, which had his legs spread out in a very embarrassing manner. His waist, chest and arms were also secured at their respective ends, to avoid any additional moving during the procedure. Lastly, a protective shield was placed around his waist, to prevent him from viewing the procedure at all.

"What's that for?" Michael questioned, fearing the worst. "We find that when boys aren't able to look at themselves during the procedure, there is less moving or unnecessary complications" Was her reply, as she firmly fastened the shield into place.

The doctor came in behind the nurse just as she had secured him to the table, followed by another assistant with several medical tools and IV's.

"Hello Michael, I'm Dr. Brenda Johnson, and I will be performing your circumcision today. First, I have to ask your mother a few questions. These might be a little embarrassing, but this is to ensure that nothing goes wrong afterwards and your little penis heals properly. First of all, Mrs. Henderson, do you know if Michael has begun to masturbate yet?"

Michael's jaw dropped in dismay as his 4 older siblings began snickering. Brad sat there looking just as confused as ever, not knowing what was so funny.

"Well" his mother started "now that you mention it. He has begun fondling himself a lot lately, I've noticed during baths and at other opportune times. He hasn't really made it a secret since he found it when he was 2." She joked.

"Well." Dr. Johnson explained "For the next three weeks following this procedure, Michael must refrain from touching his penis at all, in fact, I'm going to give you a special device that will keep him from even LOOKING at it until it has completely healed. We do this for two reasons, first to keep the wound protected from normal touching and fondling that he may do, and second, to keep him from viewing it at all until it has completely healed. This way, there will be no unnecessary touching or trauma caused after the surgery. Even the slightest mishap can cause a serious infection and other health problems."

"OK" his mother agreed. "We can take care of that. His grandmother and five year old cousin are coming over to look after him for the next three weeks. I pulled him out of school to let it properly heal. Is three weeks usually enough time?"

"Usually" she explained "it takes 2-3 weeks, but we give it a full three weeks just to be on the safe side. Remember, he cannot even look at it during the healing time, as emotional stress can cause health problems too. You want to make sure someone is there to aid him in going to the bathroom, and ALWAYS have an adult clean it twice a day."

"All right, anything else?" his mother seemed hurried.

"Nope, that's about it, he's going to be under a mild sedative during the procedure to calm him down, but this shouldn't take too long."

With that the nurse came over to promptly find a vein, and inserted the needle into his arm to begin a slow, IV drip of the pain killer. He felt his foreskin being tugged repeatedly, and was retracted a few more times to get the size and elasticity factor considered.

"I forgot to ask you Mrs. Henderson, how would you like him circumcised?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you on the phone. High and tight please. No foreskin left whatsoever."

"You got it. Ok nurse, let's start the procedure."

With that, Michael felt a sharp pinching sensation on his penis as he felt his foreskin being torn from his penis. It didn't hurt as bad as he thought, but the burning and tugging sensation was quite unpleasant. After a few short moments, the doctor was putting the finishing touches on the tidying up, and with a few short clips, invited his mother and siblings over for a first peek.

"There you go, Mrs. Henderson, I give you the new Michael. How does he look?"

His sisters began laughing uncontrollably while his brothers stood in horror, with Brad grimacing as his legs closed tightly together in fear. Michael could only stammer the words out. "What's so funny? Let me look!" "No young man." His mother said firmly. The first look you'll get is in three weeks when it's finally healed, when we have a butt-warming party in the punishment room with your sisters and all of the girls in your class at school. It's kind of like a house-warming party, only with your butt, as it gets warmed with the belt. I'll start sending out the invitations this week. Thank you, doctor. You did a great job!"

"Wait Mrs. Henderson" the doctor stopped. "Before he can go, we have to get him fitted for our custom protective covering. It's like a chastity belt, only it protects all types of touching, fondling, everything. Only you will have the key, but you must remember, he cannot look at his penis for three weeks."

The nurse returned with a box that was just Michael's size. "Sorry doctor" she apologized "We only had it in hot pink. Guess that will have to do." The kids snickered.

"Well Michael, you're in luck. Your favorite color! All right, let's get him out of here. We've got a party to plan in 3 weeks!"

With that the family cheerfully left the doctor's office with Michael hobbling behind, walking with his legs as wide as they could stretch, trying to avoid and unneeded bumping of his freshly cut member. The family rode home silently, as Michael could only imagine what lay before him.

8. The Spanking Party

The three weeks of pain and torture from his family had finally ended. Amidst the constant antagonizing and baby talk from his grandmother, and the fact that his recently clipped genitals were on display to everyone but him, Michael got up on a cool Monday morning, exactly three weeks since his operation. His protective belt was still on as he went down to breakfast, but it didn't matter. It would be off soon, but only to reveal his privates to his entire class and family first. The family sat quietly at a breakfast of pancakes and fresh fruit, when in the back of Michaels mind, all he could think of was what lies before him.

"Now remember boys." Julia started in. "Just because we have company over, the rules still apply, and in fact, it's double points. You know you're each tied at 35 points each from the past two weeks because of the stunts you pulled at school. Today will be a reminder of what will happen to you if you keep misbehaving."

At precisely 10:45, Michael was escorted to the punishment room early to be fastened in with his clothes on, as soon after the guests were arriving. For the next 10 minutes, the doorbell rang several times a minute, as the parents of every girl in his class dropped them off for the next hour. The girls were greeted by Mrs. Henderson, and each was escorted by Whitney or Teresa to the punishment room to sit in the seats provided. Once they were all there, all 14 girls from his class and his three sisters, the door of the punishment room slammed shut, causing Michael to jump.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. Let's get down to it, shall we?"

The girls all clapped.

"Now, as many of you have heard by now, I'm sure, little Michael here recently had a visit to the doctor. Michael, as you know, has had a real attitude problem at school, and I've heard from your teacher and from some of your parents that he has been saying mean things, and being a bully."

A couple of girls just nodded silently. Michael stood with his head down.

"Eyes forward, Michael." She snapped. "Now, Michael, like other boys, doesn't usually think with his brain, he thinks with his wiener." She explained as the girls chuckled "So, we went to the doctor to have that little problem taken care of, and now that he knows that I'm in full control of him, and his body, I think we've taken care of this little problem. I have his brothers in here too to see what's going to happen to them if they don't shape up. I hate that I had to come to this decision, but, I think that in the long run, this was the right thing to do."

Michael couldn't believe his ears. Modifying his body...the right thing to do.

With that, his mother finished her explanation. "Now, he's going to give everyone a sneak peek of his newly trimmed little penis, and for your viewing pleasure, will be spanked 20 times with this leather belt, so his wee wee can do a nice dance for you too."

The girls all laughed and clapped in excitement, as his mother prepared the punishment stand. His legs and arms were securely fastened in place with his shirt tied up, and his mother slowly stepped behind him to begin the slow undressing process.

"Eyes forward" his mother instructed. Michael looked in front of him amidst the sea of 10 year old eyes looking upon him, rather, looking at his midsection waiting for his mother to finish undressing him.

Her hands firmly unfastened his pants and zipper, and inch by inch, slowly pulled them down, side by side until his pants flopped loosely at his ankles.

Michael's head soon lowered to his waist, as the moment of truth had finally come.

Mrs. Henderson put her fingers between the waistband of his briefs and yelled proudly "OK girls, I give to you, the new and improved, Michael Henderson!"

With those words she quickly tugged his briefs to his ankles, exposing to the crowd, and himself for the first time, his tightly circumcised penis, that had no remains of a foreskin to be seen.

"AAHH" Michael gasped as the girls roared in approval. "What...what did she do to my wiener mommy?"

"You got your foreskin cut off, sweetie. Remember? That entire skin is gone."

Michael could hardly find the words to express his disbelief. He stood there, shivering, at the shriveled up organ that once was his beloved penis. It looked nothing like it did before, and it was much smaller than it was before. Granted it was average in size to begin with, still, it was much smaller.

The head was already beginning to dry out from exposure, as his foreskin was never retracted much to begin with. Nevertheless, Michael was not happy with his recently modified friend, but was not able to think about that for much longer.

"OK, let's start the spanking. Michael, eyes forward!"

With those words Michael received twenty of the hardest spanks on his bare butt that he had ever gotten in his life. Each whack caused him to yell in pain, and every third slap being extra hard, causing him to jump in pain, sending his package flipping and flopping about. The girls were no help at all, as they simply clapped and cheered along, pointing and laughing at his misfortune, all of them making sure to point out that his "weenie looked weird."

After the lashes had completed and the girls had left to go home, Michael was unfastened from the restraints and sent to his room for the day, where he would spend a majority of the time carefully examining his newly trimmed member, and trying to forget the sight and sound of every girl he knew laughing at him.