Birds of a Feather

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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After reading the story about the voyeuristic mother, I decided to share another perspective. I am currently the mother of a boy who is the product of a mistake I made twelve years ago. Somehow I was wrestling with my sexuality back then. I slept with his father trying to shed what I felt was my natural attraction to other women. It wasn’t until three years after Sean’s birth that I finally “came out”. I was promptly abandoned by my very straight laced parents. Guess love is fleeting, huh?

Sean is a good looking kid. I can tell you people usually comment on the boy’s handsome form. My straight friends talk about his muscular “abs”, his “great” legs, tight little ass dimples and all, and exceptionally long penis. My gay friend’s remark about how it’s a shame the boy isn’t more oriented toward being gay as “he’d be a keeper”. I keep his blond hair cropped in what I guess you’d call a butch haircut, not too much different than mine. It’s easier for me to cut that way. I just slap an attachment on the clippers, make a few passes and he’s good to go.

The guys like that I dress him in what might be called gay fashions during the warmer months. To humor my male counterparts I make him wear cutoffs that are short enough to display his lower ass cheeks, and, if I’m inclined to allow him to wear a shirt, it’s usually mesh. Richard, one of the gays I know, swoons over the kid and the other day brought him a pair of leather shorts without much of an inseam. They fit, so I’m going to make Sean wear them. We’ll just call them his dress shorts. You know something to wear to church and special occasions at school. I must admit, even I love to look at the kid’s legs.

You may be asking what the boy feels like about wearing such out of style or as he and his friends call them “gay” clothes. Frankly I don’t give a shit. He’ll wear what I decide he’ll wear. Besides, I love the embarrassment the boy has when he is publicly humiliated by his clothing. I also love when he tries to hide his developing boy parts from my friends and me. Tanya, my significant other, is what you might call a male hater. She is absolutely sold on making him be embarrassed and she will stop at nothing, not even complete nudity if that will do the trick. I think Sean is scared of her. She’s usually the one who strips him and whips his ass with a man’s belt she bought at the flea market on Sean’s seventh birthday. She had it embossed with “Sean’s Enforcer”, and that’s exactly what we use it for. She told him on the occasion of the purchase, “This is your mother and my birthday favor from your party. You’ll get to know it very well over the next years.” Needless to say, she uses it more than I.

Until that purchase, we’d discipline stripping him and either using our hand or a wooden spoon on his bare ass. Three days after his birthday he experienced a whole new level of pain when Tanya unloaded the new tool on him. He left the session with several deep red lines crossing his ass cheeks. I remember that belt brought a whole new level of crying too. I was sold. We should have bought it when he was four.

I failed to note that Sean is quite “gifted” down below. If I was into men, I’d be looking for him in a few years. His penis is what I’ve heard called a “slapper”. When he was little, we’d strip him when our friends visited and we’d all watch him “slap” his thighs as he ran. That little mushroom head is really pronounced as well. It is sizeable, not those little button kinds, but prominent. Sure am glad I had him cut. I wouldn’t want to have to hide that. Anyway, it wasn’t until recently that even his peers started commenting on his penis. Guess its locker room chatter and the boys are into comparing. I’m sure he wins the comparison easily.

Now, Tanya and I have been a couple since 2004. I met her at a gay bar and we’ve been living together ever since. Both of us have this thing about men. We really feel some animosity toward them. Not so much our gay friends as they aren’t competitors in the sex game, more the heterosexual guys. Unfortunately, Sean often takes the brunt for our perceived male transgressions. We love to punish the kid. I think he actually despises Tanya, but seems to be attached to me. Maybe it’s a maternal thing, because I punish him nearly as often as Tanya does. Maybe it’s her demands that he expose himself whenever she tells him to, even in public situations. Maybe it’s the fact she is usually heavier handed with the “Enforcer”. But, the two of them have never really mixed well.

Frankly, we both get off on humiliating Sean. I love it when he cries or shows a lot of embarrassment when we make him prance around nude in front of whomever whenever. And, like that Kelly woman wrote, when one of us is using the Enforcer, we do enjoy watching those boy parts jiggle around. Lately, Tanya asks me to sit in a kitchen chair and grab Sean’s dick and hold it while she wails on him. That way he doesn’t seem to move as much. But, sometimes he shifts so hard I’m afraid I’m going to pull it off.

We have friends who like to be called to watch the punishments as well. At times we’ve invited as many as ten of our friends to come and watch. Sean is made to walk into the room completely nude. He then walks past each of the witnesses and presents his penis and ball sack to their examination. Then he walks to the punishment stool positioned so all present can watch the stripes and the jiggle. He’s made to bend over, grab the sides of the stool, and Tanya or I get busy. After the show, he has to present his boy parts and reddened ass, both for visual and touch inspection by each witness and then has to stand at attention in the middle of the room while we serve refreshments to our visitors. I love it when he’s standing there with a stiffy.

Now, I don’t care what his sexual orientation Sean turns out to be. He isn’t in the least bit effeminate and certainly doesn’t seem to be gay, but who knows. The kid is very athletic. He is a fanatic for Little League baseball and likes to swim and he avoids musicals (how’s that for stereotyping?). But all that aside, he is also our surrogate to punish the male sector and believe me we do.

When Sean was seven we decided he would not have any “private parts”. I don’t know if Freud was right about penis envy, but I’m sure there might be some of that fueling our desire to let everyone see and touch his. Actually, we both love seeing that bad boy hard as a rock and sticking out, I swear, no less than five inches. Bear in mind, it hasn’t really had its growth spurt yet. We’d know too, he spends a lot of time naked in front of us.

Since Tanya and I were dating we made the rule that Sean would be nude all the time while he was at home. We did it not so much for our viewing pleasure, but more to enjoy his humiliation and embarrassment and to antagonize the self-righteous neighbors. Our neighbors quickly grew used to seeing our son romping nude in the front and backyards and riding his bike down the street in the all together. Of course, they were more put out by the fact that the “two lesbos” lived in their neighborhood than they were a naked seven and eight year old was clearly visible.

Early on someone called social services about us making Sean present himself naked. Some lady and the cops came out to investigate the complaint. Sean answered the door naked. Both the cop and the social worker were a little embarrassed, or should I say awkward, as we sat in the kitchen and my nude son was in and out. I remember their faces when I said, “Pretty well hung isn’t he?” The woman choked and the male cop nodded. Turned out, in our community, it wasn’t indecent exposure until after the child went through puberty. That gave us a whole lot of time to further outrage the neighbors.

At about nine years of age, Sean began to balk at our demands for him to remove his clothes. He tried to stay in the house when he was naked. It was evident he was developing some modesty. I remember on one occasion Tanya told him to strip. He argued even knowing how precarious it would be to argue with Tanya, she loved taking the belt to him. His argument was, “I’m too big to be naked. I’m nine and none of my friends have to be naked. Besides, I don’t like people seeing me.”

Tanya’s answer was, “People like seeing your schlong there. It’s a prize winner. Besides, I like it when you’re embarrassed, and, if for no other reason than I told you to strip, you’d better get at it. If I have to I’ll get the ‘Enforcer’.” That was all she had to say. Off came shirt, shorts. We didn’t allow him to wear underwear.

Speaking of shorts, that was another bone of contention. He begged time and again for some board shorts or camo cargo shorts to wear. He called the high cut shorts we made him wear “gay” stuff. Tanya again responded, “Yeah, well Richard and Frank like to see you in those, so you’ll wear them.” Richard and Frank are as I said earlier a couple we know who often buy clothes for Sean. Of course, most of what they brought were clothes designed by gay men and show off the lower part of his ass cheeks. I’m sure he got chided at school for them especially when his position allowed his pecker head to peek out one of the legs. Oh, well.

We really didn’t have much problem with the school. His principal, Alicia Weber was a member of “our” community. She’d been privy to many a belting session at our home. In fact, we encouraged her to buy a belt to use on him at school and she did. When she whipped him at school, she made him strip and invited the teachers to stay as “witnesses”. I think everyone likes to see nude little boys getting their asses busted, don’t you?

This year, Tanya and I have been asking Richard and Frank to come up with something for Sean to wear at the beach, for cutting the lawn or just for playing with his friends. The charge was to show off as much of his beautiful boy body as possible. Tanya wanted his ass easily accessible for discipline as well. I don’t know why, she never to my memory, ever used the belt on the boy without stripping him naked first anyway. The two didn’t disappoint. They told us about a company called Strings and Sacks that sold mesh thongs for boys. They had purchased one for Sean. I remember Richard joking that we’d have to pack that rather attractive snake of his in carefully or the head wouldn’t fit. Didn’t bother me if his glans was peeking out the top or sides. It was cute and he would wear it.

Sean came in from school and I purposely called him into the kitchen where we four were having coffee. I remember it well as it wasn’t more than a month or so ago. “Sean, look what Uncle Richard and Uncle Frank found for you.” I held up the thong.

“What is it?”

“It’s your new swimming suit. Here take your clothes off and try it on.”

“I’m not wearing that!” He shook his head and snorted, “No way.” He began to walk off when Tanya entered the fray.

“Sean, get in here and get your clothes off now. You’ll damn well wear whatever we tell you to wear.”

It was then Sean began to cry. He slammed his book bag to the floor and started to undress.

Frank for some reason had to make it more intriguing, “Besides, Uncle Richard and I haven’t seen that cute little penis of yours for months now. I can’t wait until I can see how he’s grown.”

I remember thinking, “Oh shit, just what we needed he’s making the kid more adamant about not stripping with that remark.”

The short shorts were the last vestige of security the boy had. Tanya took the liberty to unbuckle the boy’s belt, unbutton and unzip them and pull them down to his ankles. That exposed his long woody. It pointed right at Richard who gently took it in his hand and examined it. “My, I think it’s growing. What do you think, Uncle Frank?”

Frank motioned Sean to come to him. He too gently cradled it and poked lightly at the boy’s balls. “Yep, I think you’re right. It’s growing.” Then he gently slapped Sean’s ass and said, “Some boy or girl is going to be really lucky. By the way, any girl friends or boy friends?”

Pouting Sean indignantly said, “No” as he pulled his penis away.

“My, I think you touched a nerve there Frank.” Richard then took Sean by the arm and said, “Let’s try on your new leisure wear. Here we’ll help you learn how to put it on.”

I must admit I loved watching those two pack Sean’s erection into the skimpy mesh triangle on the front of that thong. There it was the string riding up the boy’s ass crack and around his waist, all supporting a white triangular for better terms fishnet. In fact the head of his woody was exposed sticking out above the triangle wedged between his belly and the waist string. The mesh was about half inch so there really was nothing left to the viewers’ imaginations. His nards were partially popping through the mesh openings. I loved it. In fact I announced, “Oh, that’s absolutely perfect. It allows him to have absolutely no modesty.”

Tanya had to add, “And, this way I don’t have to wait for him to strip. I have the full moon readily available for the Enforcer. Well, that is unless the viewers want to watch his dick and balls bounce when his ass is whacked.”

“Oh, but that’s not all,” Frank opened a bag and pulled out what appeared to be leather pants, “Look, its little boy assless chaps. Aren’t they cute?”

Tanya and I started laughing. Through my laughter all I could say was, “I didn’t know they made them in that size.”

Frank continued, “Oh these were special order for our favorite ‘nephew’”.

Sean immediately started, “No, uh uh, no way, I’m not wearing those.”

Richard teased, “Oh but look those cute little tight dimpled butt cheeks could be open for everyone to enjoy. Come on, Sean, you’ll turn heads, guaranteed.”

Tanya still laughing said, “Oh, you’ll turn heads all right! Hey, we could make him wear those to school on cold days. It’d keep his legs warm.”

Sean began begging to be able to dress like the other boys at his school. He was really passionate about it. His tears were streaming as he tried to make his argument. In an attempt to help, Frank offered “Maybe the other boys should want to dress like you. Wouldn’t that be the cutest? All those little asses popping out the back as they walked down the corridors.”

Sean got angry, “Are you kidding. Who would want their dick and balls or their bottoms where everyone can see them? It’s nasty and wrong.”

“No, it’s beautiful. Your body is beautiful and with this,” I held up the thong, “it will get nice and tan. You have nothing to be shy about. Your penis and testicles are in the top ten percent.” I added calmly.

“Yeah, well the kids all grab me. This will make it even worse.”

Tanya explored the remark, “They grabbbbb you?” She held back her laughter.

“Yeah, they grab my penis and sometimes pin me to the ground and finger my ball sack or butthole.”

“How in the world do they do that?” Sometimes I think Tanya is stupid.

“These shorts. They don’t keep anything private. I mean you guys don’t even let me wear underwear. The shorts don’t hide my dick and balls. I mean they tease me about my ass. They pin me to the ground and then feel me up. Now, with this thing, it’s worse. Pleasssseee, let me wear normal clothes.” He argued through his tears.

“I saw you and Vicky in your room yesterday and you were naked and she was pulling that pud of yours. I didn’t say anything because I thought it was cute. Did she suck it too? Huh, did she suck it, Sean?” Tanya had no ‘people’ skills at all.

“Let him alone. He’s all upset and that isn’t helping.” I tried to defend the boy.

“Who’s Vicky?” Frank asked.

“She’s the little girl from down the street. She’s in his class.” I responded.

He looked a little dejected and said, “Oh.’

Tanya picked up on it and jokingly said, “Don’t worry boys. The jury’s still out. He and Chad and Phillip have been in similar situations. Those guys have all played with his wanker and even stuck stuff up his ass. Haven’t they Sean? I mean all three of you have been naked out in the garage on many occasions. You just thought you were alone. I was right there behind the garage listening and peeking through one of the windows. How did you think their penises matched up with yours? From what I saw they couldn’t even stretch theirs long enough to match up to yours when it’s soft. Not that either of the three of you ever was soft out there.”

That was just plain mean, so I replied, “Tanya, that’s enough. Leave the kid alone.”

Frank audibly whispered to his partner, “Oh wouldn’t that have been fun to watch? Think about it Richard three little boys romping in the garage naked as the day they were born , and” he put his hand up to his mouth for drama, “and, playing with each other’s things.”

Secretly, I’d have given anything to watch any of those things occurring myself. Maybe I could make it happen again openly, where we could all take part. I made a mental note to call the boys’ mothers and make the arrangements. But for now all I could say was, “Sean, this is your summer attire. Get used to it.” Then I asked my friend, “Richard, can you get these things in blue? Red? Black?”

“Oh yes, they have a variety of colors. I especially like the yellow ones.”

“Why don’t you get me a couple of yellow ones since you like them so much and a red and a blue. I’ll reimburse you.” I was excited. I was going to make my son expose himself everywhere this summer.

It wasn’t a week later, one of Kenny’s girl classmates invited him to her birthday party. Of course, being a boy, he didn’t want to go. I remember telling him it would be rude if he didn’t. I called Monica’s mother and inquired about the whens and wheres. She told me he was the only boy who she wanted to invite. When I asked why she picked Kenny of all people the mother was very direct. “She says he wears short shorts and you can see his ‘thing’ when he sits certain ways. At first it embarrassed me, that my daughter would be into that kind of thing, but then I felt why not.”

As luck would have it, the party was to be a pool party. Now, I was certain we were going to make him go. I told the mother to expect him. I also told her three important things. First, he was to mind her and she could use a belt to make sure he did. And second, she could let the little girls take off whatever items they’d like for a better show. And last, they could explore whatever parts of his body they wanted to while he was naked. I remember she asked what he’d have to do to get the belt. My response? “Hell if you don’t like the way he looked at you, strip him naked and wail the tar out of him. When he’s in your care you decide what gets the belt.” There was a pause as her temperature stabilized and with a choked up voice she actually mumbled, “I’m sure I’ll find something.” Oh God, I was hot. I wished I could see it all come down, but I’d have to settle for video and photo replays she promised to collect.

Monica was turning eleven and she wanted her friends and her to have a private showing. Her mother was right on board. Now my devious mind went to work. He’d wear the white thong and cover it with the assless chaps. That should give them something to talk about. I recommended to her mother that she have Kenny do a dance and disrobe in front of them. You know a male stripper kind of event. I even suggested he do lap dances and allow the girls to handle his boy parts while he was wiggling around on their laps. Happy birthday, Monica!

Well, it all came off without a hitch. When I told Kenny he’d be wearing only the thong and chaps and sandals to the party, he cried and told me he would be embarrassed. I told him that he should be happy to be the gift Monica wanted most. He insisted he didn’t want to go and I told him he didn’t have a choice.

I can tell you the videos Monica’s mom took were precious. She started recording when I brought him purposely late so all the little girls were there. They gathered on the lawn and were giggling as he got out of the car. His head was cast downward as I walked him up the lawn. I could tell he was on the verge of tears and it wasn’t long until the barrage began. When we got closer to the house, now mind you all this was being video recorded, I made him turn around exposing his cute little bare ass to his classmates. As the girls laughed excitedly the tears started. I forced the boy to say “happy birthday” to Monica and then quietly handed the mother my belt. “You know what this if for”. She nodded and smiled, but I could tell from her flushed look and choked up response she was hot and anxious to see and do more to my little boy.

She told Kenny that she was going to play some music and when she did she wanted him to take off the chaps and then the thong slowly while he danced. He’d never done an erotic dance so she took some time and left her mother in-charge of the girls while she had him practice in her bedroom. The choice of music? “The Stripper” of course! Remember that tune? Kenny told me when she practiced with him she made him do a lap dance on her. “And, she pulled my wiener and pinched my balls when I was on her lap.” I think he thought I’d be upset. I just said, “Good. You made her happy.”

On the video she played the stripper as my crying son wiggled his hips and began disrobing for the girls. From all appearances they were captivated and totally excited as his hands went to the button on his chaps. Ooooppppsss, there they went. It was cute he actually picked them up and twirled them around in front of them as his erect dick and cute little balls were clearly visible in the thong pouch. Monica’s mother should have been a dance teacher. He threw the chaps into the audience.

Then he pulled the string hanging from the bow which secured the thong, still crying and dancing, he slowly peeled it to the side and removed it. He swung it around like he did the chaps and threw it into the small crowd. As the music played he went over to Monica and with his boner not three inches from her face began to wiggle his hips. Eventually, he straddled her lap. With legs spread wide he reached down and took her hand and placed it right on his package. Man, I was wet just watching it. You could tell Monica’s mother had either threatened him or given him a taste of the belt to make him do that.

Monica rubbed his package and grinned, Sean cried, and the other girls repositioned to watch whatever Monica was doing. They we so close, it was hard to see on the video what she was doing. Then on the recording I heard the mother, “Girls, if you sit back down, he’ll come and sit on each of your laps. Sit down so I can record this. Everyone will have a chance.” I loved it. I must watch the video at least twice a week. It is soooo cute! They pulled him and most gently massaged his scrotum. Each time Monica’s mother asked, “Have you ever felt a boy’s parts before?” Surprisingly, for the ten or so kids there, only two had felt a boy’s package. Guess it was their lucky day. Must not have been any up and coming lesbians in the group, except of one little girl who wanted to finger his asshole. Yep, she drove her middle finger all the way in with her hand cupping Sean’s balls. It truly is great viewing and I’m forever thankful for having these recordings available to me. Tanya enjoys them too. For that matter, even Richard and Frank got a charge out of it. Sean, of course, hates it and is quite embarrassed every time he sees it on our big screen.

Things went so well at the party, that we decided to make Sean wear the same clothing to the PTA meeting two weeks later. Of course he had to wear a mesh shirt as well, because we didn’t want to incite a lot of criticism on his first public unveiling of his chaps. He was so frustrated with Tanya and me when we arrived at the school that night, he was crying and begging us to let him stay in the car. But, you know me. I insisted he come into the school. Those cute little ass cheeks had tanned well at that point and he was really a cute little stud. As we walked down the hallway toward his classroom, kids laughed and commented, mother stopped chatting and father’s laughed and made macho remarks about the little gay kid. Well Sean bolted and ran back out to the car. When I got there and told him in no uncertain terms to “get your ass back in that school now” he began a whole new barrage of begging to go home. I walked him back into the school and back down the hallway.

“I think his little boy bottom is cute,” one mother said as she kept her eye on it. I know she did, I couldn’t see her behind my back, but I could feel her staring.

Then as we approached his classroom Alecia, the principal, came up behind him. “Looks like Mom has taken it to a new level.” I could hear her pat his bare ass. When I turned to make eye contact with her, she just stood there smiling. “I’ll never tire of looking has his tight little cheeks. Guess I’ll never tire of taking a strap to them either, huh Sean?”

Sean still had tears in his eyes. Alecia took his chin in her hand and pulled his face up to look at her. “What you say Sean, do you think Miss Weber likes to spank you?”

Not knowing quite how to answer her he just nodded yes.

“Well we haven’t beaten your butt in weeks. Hope you’ll do something to warrant a spanking sometime soon. Those cute little cheeks are so tan, firm and smooth, but the only thing missing is some red stripes. Don’t you agree?”

He didn’t but he knew better than to disagree with her remark. He just nodded timidly again.

She continued, “You know, Miss Webster likes to see those cute little legs too. So when you wear those pants all she gets to see is your butt. I can’t decide which I like better those or the short shorts. How about we save these for sometimes in the winter and wear the short shorts all the other times?”

He had no reaction. He looked to me to respond. I told Alecia we could do both. I explained he got a new thong to wear for swimming and on her next visit to the house I’d have him model it for her. I also told her there was a veritable variety of colors and fashions that Frank and Richard were buying for him.

“Those two are crazy. They’ll sway him to their side by hook or crook. Won’t they?” She patted, well more like rubbed, Sean’s ass for a minute and excused herself to make the rounds.

Sean’s sixth grade teacher was excited to see him. She too took time to compliment his new “pants”. I could tell she was not the least bit genuine in her remark, but was trying to placate us. That said, it was evident she couldn’t take her eyes of his ass as he showed Tanya the bulletin board. But, she did ask to speak privately so I went with her out the door to the playground.

“I’m concerned about the way you dress Sean. He’s eleven and he’s dressing like a gay.”

“And?”

“Well, don’t you think he should have the right to make some decisions about how he dresses, who sees him naked, and all for himself? I mean the girls and the boys make fun of him, they fondle him on the playground, they tease all the time. It isn’t good.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what Mrs. Jacobs, how about you teach him and I dress him. As far as being teased and fondled, if that’s a problem all I can say is where in the hell are the teachers who are supposed to prevent that from happening. I’ll bet you’re one of those who blames the girl who is raped because of what she was wearing. Look, that kid has an amazingly good looking body and I like to make him show it off.”

“Yes, he is a beautiful child. That’s not the point. The point is he should be able to make some decisions about who he is and what he will be without you and your friends swaying him toward your lifestyle.”

“Now that is out of bounds. Who in the fuck are you to criticize me or my friends? Even your principal for that matter. You need to stop this line of remarks right now.”

“I’m sorry you feel the way you do. I’m just concerned about your son.”

“Well, you don’t need to be. Just teach him and let me be concerned about what he wears and who he becomes.”

“Again, it wasn’t my intention to make you angry. I just…”

“Yeah, you just wanted to preach to me.” I was livid. So much so when I entered the classroom there were three or four parents and two or three little girls and a boy waiting to talk to Mrs. Jacobs, but I stripped Sean down to his thong right then and there. Both of his hands immediately moved to cover his package. I forcibly pried his hand free exposing his mesh covered package. All in attendance were aghast. I could see the disapproval as that eleven year old five incher stood up even though it was trapped. “Take a good look folks. You’ll see more of it as the year goes on.” Sean was crushed with humiliation. The little girls had joined each other with gleeful smiles and contained laughter. The mothers were just at a loss for words. But, I know it was fake distain. I’ll bet any one of them would love to cop a feel. I knew their daughters would. And, I was tempted to invite them to do so. The one father in the room cast his eyes elsewhere as if looking at Sean’s penis or even just looking at the essentially naked kid himself would brand him as a pedophile. Then I couldn’t resist, “Beautiful boy isn’t he? Look, he’s really endowed too!” and I pointed at his pecker. When I released my hold on his arms, Sean bolted again. He really got the looks as he ran down the crowded corridor toward the doors clutching his penis and ball sack. He collected cat calls and whistles from the boys and immature men, and screams and wide eyed stares form girls and women as he exited the school. Tanya and I strutted proudly far behind him. With his chaps slung over my shoulder, I proudly shouted, “Good looking kid isn’t he? What’s the matter you folks never saw a naked boy before.” Tanya and I exchanged a high five as we exited the building.

I was going to beat the livin’ daylights out of my son’s bare ass as soon as we got him home. Bolting, much less covering his package was never to be option in the future. I was committed to him showing it all, and this was totally unacceptable.

A few days later his teacher sent me a note. She suggested it would be good for us to meet privately from now on rather than at PTA meetings. She apparently thought I’d never figure out her reasoning. I sent a note back that simply said, “I prefer to meet with you on PTA nights as it is much more convenient for you.”

Just for grins we took Sean to Walmart in his assless chaps. He tried every argument he could not to have to get out of the car. But, again, you know me by now. I literally dragged his ass out of the backseat. A good hard swat connected with his bare right cheek. “You will go in there, you will stay with us and I’d better not catch you running anywhere. People all have butts so yours is no treat.” Really it was, it was a cute little ass, but I didn’t want him to feel different.

The greeter smiled and greeted us with the usual, “Welcome to Walmart”. Then the old lady must have seen the folks behind us staring at Sean’s ass. She turned to see what the attraction was and almost fell off her stool. That tight little ass bouncing alternately as the kid strode down the main aisle was truly getting a lot of attention. His nervous look really added to the thrill for me. “Mom, they’re all staring at me. Everybody’s quiet.”

A rather low, booming voice coming from behind me asked, “The kid gay or something?” I turned to see a middle aged burly man standing there alternately staring at Sean’s cheeks and my face.

“What if he is? Does it matter to you?” He hit a nerve with the insinuation that would be something bad.

“Well, only gay guys would wear those.”

“See Mom I told you. I told you they were gay clothes.”

Just for shock value, I said, “You do realize your mother is a butch, don’t you?”

The man who challenged me then brushed by us and continued his shopping.

Not to be out done as we were clearing aisle 11 a woman with three boys, who appeared to be between five and ten years of age, trailing her said, “Hey, lady where did you get those?” I turned and she was pointing at Sean’s chaps. “Where’d you get those? I’d love to get some for these guys, especially Joey here. He’s ten and he’s shy about being exposed. I’d love to embarrass him by bare assing him.” She laughed at her own pun.

“They were custom made for him. My friends got them. “

“Oh, I’d love to know where they came from.”

“Sean, pull your chaps down and show her your thong.”

“Mooooommmmm, please don’t make me.”

“I said pull ‘em down and do it now.” I growled back at him.

Sean slid his chaps down exposing his erect penis and ball sack all contained in the mesh.

“I can tell you these came from a place called Strings and Sacks. I think they’re on the net. We’re using these as both underwear and a swim suit.”

“Oh my God, I love them. Look boys, Momma is going to get some of these for you.” The little boys didn’t bat an eye, but Joey the eldest immediately pulled a Sean. “I won’t wear one of those.”

“What do you do with kids who argue like that?” She wimped out .

“Tell her Sean.”

“Mom or Tanya would whip me with a belt if I say those kinds of things to them.”

The mother got a blank look, “Oh.”

I added, “So he doesn’t!”

“I guess I should take control, huh?”

Tanya immediately spouted, “Maybe you should have seven or eight years ago. You can’t let a boy tell you, a grown woman, what he will or won’t do. Beat his ass.” Then she looked angrily at Joey, “And, I’ll tell you what kid, if you said that to me you’d be sporting red stripes on your bare ass for days.”

The boy moved to a more protected position behind his brothers.

“Mom, can I pull up my pants?” Sean was standing there airing out his crotch. It was apparent the whipping I gave him for covering at school had made the point as he didn’t even attempt to cover while he was standing there.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

The lady fumbled in her purse and pulled out a pen and scrap of paper. “My name is Rachel and this is my number. If you could have your friend call me and tell me where he got those, I’d really be grateful.”

“I’ll make you a deal Rachael, I’ll find out where they came from for you if you will do three things for me. First, I want you to promise me you’ll make the kids wear them, especially this one and I pointed at the ten year old.”

“Oh, for sure. He’ll wear them.”

“No I won’t!”

The brat was really grating on me now. I think Sean knew it because he grabbed my right hand and held it tight.

“Well the second thing I want you to do is make all three of them pull down their pants and underwear right here, right now.”

She paused and got a nervous smile. “I don’t want to get in trouble, here.”

“You won’t get in trouble. Sean just did it. The only thing between you and his penis was a mesh pouch. Tell your boys to drop trou now, especially, this one.” I pointed at the ten year old again.

“Boys pull your pants down for the lady.”

She didn’t have to say it twice to the youngest. He was nude from the waist down within ten seconds. The seven or eight year old hesitated, but eventually was supported by his little brother’s willingness and she slid his down.”

“Hold your shirt up,” I ordered the middle child. He complied immediately exposing a two or three inch cut boner.

Joey wasn’t doing as he was told. “I think ol’ Joey here thinks he doesn’t have to do what you told him.”

“Joey just pull down your pants and be done with it,” she almost begged the kid. He stood there defiantly glaring at his mother.

Tanya was as pissed at the weakness of this mother as I was. Finally, she said, “Joey, do what your mother told you or I’ll help you do it.”

I argued with the mother, “How are you going to make him wear these, if you can’t get him to follow a simple command to pull his pants down?”

Sean spoke up, “Kid, I’d pull my pants down. Aunt Tanya will put a hurtin’ on you if she has to pull them down for you. Trust me, she will.”

“Mrs. Wimpy” then said to her son, “Does this nice lady have to take them off you or will you do it yourself?”

He didn’t move. The mother gave the nod to Tonya and true to form she grabbed the kid holding him with her forearm around his neck. My immediate concern was some do-gooder would be coming by and call authorities about the “abuse”. Luckily things were kind of slow.

The kid was wiggling wildly trying to fend off the aggressor. Tonya held firm. She slid the boy’s belt from the loops on his jeans. Then a well placed yank actually freed the left half of the jeans from the button. I unzipped is pants and then pulled them to his ankles. In one fell swoop I slid the underwear to the ankles as well. His penis was hard as a rock and grabbed it. “Look Joey calm down or I’ll pull it off. I swear I will.” The kid was crying, shouting and occasionally swearing, but soon gave up.

I then said to the mother, “And, the third thing I want is for you to wear out Joey’s ass right here, right now. Here,” I handed her the belt form his jeans. “It’s not much, but you can get it to hurt. You need to buy yourself a man’s size forty about two inches wide for the future.”

The lady stood there looking at the belt. I repeated, “Go ahead, hit him with it. I don’t care if you whip the front or the backside, but I want him hurting when you’ve finished.”

Then the unthinkable happened. Some older woman turned her cart down our aisle. Seeing the three half bare boys and one in an assless costume kind of made her shake her head disgustedly. Then she said the damnest thing. “Well, Honey, it’s about time some old fashioned discipline came back into kids’ lives. We used a belt on ours and they ended up very well behaved and successful. I just don’t know what will become of kids today. Are you going to just stand there or are you going to teach these boys a lesson?”

I rescued the two younger ones, “The little one’s aren’t the problem. It’s him.” And I pointed at the crying Joey.

Then the old lady said, “Here” and took the belt from the wimpy mother. She grabbed Joey by the arm and pulled him over to the beer cooler. “Bend over the shelf here.”

I guess the boy thought he was being rescued, because he complied. There was a loud snap as the belt hit the target. The kid initially lunged forward with and “oooowwww”. He stood up. Tonya then firmly said, “Did she tell you to stand up? I think she wants you bent over. I don’t think she’s done. Here put that little peter of yours right over this.” She pointed at a twelve pack of Coors bottles. Then she forced him over it. “I’ll hold him you teach Momma there how it’s done.” The old lady continued.

By the time she was done we had a growing audience of shoppers. I was shocked when boy sporting a now striped backside rose bawling like a baby. He didn’t try to cover his penis and ball sack. Instead, he reached around and rubbed his on fire ass.

“Can they pull up their pants now?” The mother of the year asked.

“Yeah, they can pull ‘em up. Except, maybe Joey.” I then ordered, “Hey, take your pants and underpants off, Joey.”

He did as I told him all the while choking back tears. He hand me his jeans and his jockeys. I in turn handed them to his mother. “Here he won’t need these for a few days at least. Keep him this way. You can take his shirt off if you wish, but you make the decision not him.”

The last we saw of them the two little boys were walking with their shorts up and in place while their older brother had absolutely no covering below the waist. His jeans and underwear were in the cart. I did, by the way, get the contacts for Rachael and called her with the information. I couldn’t help but ask if she made Joey stay naked for the three days I suggested. She confidently reported she made him remove his shirt in the parking lot and that he was in fact totally nude from the time he got home right up to this phone call.

My response? “Good keep him that way.” Another male got the message of who is really and rightfully in-charge.

Sometimes I wonder what life will be like for me when Sean hits puberty. I mean I love exposing his hairless boy parts to the world, but when he gets hair it all really has to stop. I guess Frank had it right when he too lamented making Sean expose his penis and balls to the world. When I shared my concern with Frank and Richard, Frank just said, “Honey, I have one word for when that happens—Schick. We’ll just shave that crotch for a few years. I mean Richard and I love to fondle those little boy balls. The thought of not encouraging and monitoring his growth would be awful. Yes, we’ll just keep him clean.”

I love those guys.

(The End)