The Sisters' Plot 3

By JC6

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Jon was quiet as Vivian led him into her house. It wasn't until he felt the breeze from the ceiling fan on his skin that he realized he was completely naked. With a gasp and a blush of embarrassment, he tried to cover himself up.

Vivian laughed musically. "Oh, stop being so modest silly!" she said gently moving his hands. "It's not like I haven't seen a little boy naked before. I used to be a pediatric nurse, remember?"

Jon nodded blushing again. He had used to like watching Ms. McCarty leave the house in her starched, white nurse's uniform.

"I still volunteer at the clinic and give physicals and wellness checks to little boys like you all the time Jonny," she said pinching his cheek as she had earlier. "In fact, let's take a look at that bottom of yours. Your sisters really seemed to be letting you have it."

Jon backed away his cheeks flaming. "No...uh...it's...I'm.I'm..."

"... disobeying me," Vivian said her voice becoming stern, "I just want to see how your bottom is doing, but if you want to be a disobedient little boy, well, you will soon see that I can make a spanking from your sisters seem like a Sunday picnic," she said in a tone that caused Jon to shiver.

Not wanting to risk another spanking so soon, Jon turned around and presented his bottom to his neighbor. "Hmm...yes, it's quite pink, but I think you will survive," Vivian said rubbing his sore cheeks lightly. "Now, your mom said you could help me tidy up around here, but before you do that we need to get you cleaned off. You're covered in sand! It won't do one bit of good to clean if you are dropping sand everywhere. Let's get you in the tub."

Jon's protest was cut off by a sharp swat to his bottom. "A bath sitting on a sore bottom will not be any less embarrassing little boy," Vivian said. "Quit worrying. Little boys are far too modest, and it's time you learned to loosen up. Soon you will be too old to walk around with your little wee-wee hanging out."

Jon blushed again thinking that 12 was far too old as it was! He was wise enough not to argue though as he was led to the bathroom.

With the bubbles up around his ears, Jon had to admit that the bath actually did feel nice. He even bit back on the refusal that started to come out as Vivian got a sponge and started to wash him - first his shoulders, then his back, his chest, down his legs and finally, well, it made Jon blush just to think about it. Vivian had laughed at his discomfort and given his hairless member a little squeeze.

He had blushed again as Vivian laid him over her lap and rubbed some lotion into his sore rear-cheeks. She had taken the time to spread some of the smooth cream over his penis and scrotum as well. "We wouldn't want you to chafe," she said sagely as she massaged the cream deep into the skin.

Jon squirmed feeling his dick stiffen, but his boyhood shriveled again as Ms. McCarty landed ten fast, hard, and very stingy spanks to his vulnerable and well-presented bottom. "That's just to let you know what to expect if you are anything but a diligent little helper," she said helping him up and kissing him on the cheek.

The next few hours were a blur to Jon, who seemed to have become Vivian's naked house keeper. He cleaned the refrigerator, dusted shelves, vacuumed the floors, and washed the windows. Anytime his attention or effort flagged even a little Vivian seemed to be right behind him to deliver a motivational flurry of stinging spanks.

When the house was finally declared to be finished, Jon was tired, flustered, and sporting a pair of very rosy rear cheeks. "Good work little one," Vivian said kissing Jon's cheek again. "Now, you had best hurry home. Your mommy is taking you shopping this afternoon," she said giving Jon one final firm swat on the bottom as she led him into the garden and pointed him in the direction of home.

(The End)