Birds of a Feather 2

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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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Birds of a Feather

Part II (In response to requests)

I have received a number of remarks from other, I assume mothers, who read my account of working with Sean. They all asked that I share a few more of our “moments” with them. So, here are a few more of our more memorable experiences.

It was a Thursday a few months ago, I was really looking for an experience to get my sexual juices turned on and Sean accommodated me. His principal, Alicia Weber, called to tell me she had stripped him and whipped the fire out of his bare ass for disrespect toward his teacher. She said she allowed the teacher to take a turn with the belt as well. My hormones had an immediate realignment with commitment for me to take the belt to him when he got home as well. You know the old, “If you get it at school, you’ll get it again when you come home”. I was fulfilled just thinking about the damage I could inflict on his already damaged ass. No, Tanya (my husband) wasn’t going to do this one, I was. The only problem I had was waiting three hours until he got home.

He came in the door and no sooner had he shed his backpack I told him to “Get naked. NOW!” I think he then knew Alicia had contacted me. He started to cry as he bared his eleven year old body. Surprisingly, even under the pressure, he had a boner. “What are you so excited about?” I hollered as I took his penis into my hand.

“What Mom? What do you mean?”

“I mean this hard-on. You think being in trouble is exciting?” I was pissed.

“No”, came his muffled and humble reply. After I released his erect phallus, he unconsciously pinched his glans as he stood there, tears rolling down his cheeks as he anticipated what was to come.

“What happened in school today? Why did Miss Weber whip you?”

“Nothin’”

“Oh bullshit, Sean. You were disrespectful to your teacher.” His boner was really a turn on for me, but I wanted to watch him try to make it otherwise. “You need to get rid of that stiffy, NOW! It’s starting to irritate me that you would think being in trouble is so arousing.”

The boy got frustrated and started to cry. “I can’t. I don’t know how to make it stop.”

“Well, I do. Get over here.”

He approached and I took his ball sack in hand and squeezed. I’d never done that to him before. I could feel his marbles float around until they were cornered in my palm and I just closed on them. Sean yelled out in pain and begged me to let go. After I applied still more pressure he continued to cry and was screaming “ow, ow, ow, please Mom let go”. I finally did and he fell to the floor clutching his ball sack as he closed into a fetal position.

It was then I noticed his still pink backside. There were a couple of red welts present and I knew it would bruise. It was apparent the school had done an admirable job of getting the message across to the boy.

“You know you’re getting the belt from me too, don’t you?”

There wasn’t a reply. The kid just lay there still in the fetal position sobbing and holding his package. I called Vicky’s (the little girl down the street) mother and asked if Vicky might come over to help me. It wasn’t ten minutes until the girl arrived at the front door. By the time she arrived, Sean had recovered from the pain of having his nuts squeezed, but he was still crying.

Vicky had seen Sean nude over the past few months so the sight wasn’t new to her. Shoot she’d been given permission by us to touch him wherever, whenever she wanted.

“Vicky, I need your help. I’m going to whip Sean with the belt and I need someone to hold him down. It’s going to really hurt and I plan to take my time doing it. You think you can hold him?”

She was quick to nod affirmatively. “I think I can.”

I sat her in a kitchen chair and made Sean spread his legs and hold the back of the chair with his hands over each of Vicky’s shoulders. “Now, you grab is penis and balls. I want you to hold him position that way. If he moves yank on his dick and squeeze his ball sack, okay?”

The young girl immediately smiled and took hold of Sean’s package. She seemed much more confident now that she literally had the project in hand. Before I could start the punishment, Sean bellowed in his crying and begged me to not follow through.

His bellow was followed by a loud and sharp snap as the belt made contact with his already red ass. “I guess you know the answer,” as I swung again. The snap caused Sean to shift and Vicky closed tight on his balls and peter. Sean screamed from the combination of pain from both sides. God, I was feeling good. I waited for at least ten seconds before is snapped that belt against the boy’s ass for the third time. He flinched but not enough for the now smiling Vicky to apply pressure from her side.

“Hey, Brenda, why don’t you whip his front instead? You know, so he has red marks on his dick and balls to match his butt?”

Now I’d never considered that, but this kid Vicky was kind of devious. I guess it was a hidden quality she’d never shown to me before.

“That’s a good idea, Vicky, but we’ll just finish the work on his backside for today. Maybe next time we’ll figure out how to hold him down so we can whip his balls, huh?” I must admit the temptation was heavy and had Tonya been there, she’d have insisted on trying it. I know Richard and Frank would have loved to observe that session as well. “Yeah, we’ll think about doing that next time.”

After I’d put the belt strategically across his now well welted backside six more times, I let him up. His face was red, his nose was running prolifically, and the tears had not only drenched his face but had covered his bare chest. Not to mention the mess his fluids had made in Vicky’s lap.

“I think you should let me hold his balls and dick anytime you whip him so I can pull them off, if he doesn’t cooperate.” Like I said Vicky was a devil girl under all that deceptive innocence.

“We’ll see, Vicky. I don’t think your mother would like knowing what I asked you to do to him. She might have some hard feelings about it.”

“No she wouldn’t!”

“What?”

“She wouldn’t. I told her you make Sean stay naked all the time when he’s home and that I got to touch him wherever I wanted and he had to let me do it.”

I guess Sean’s nudity wasn’t all that much of a secret around the neighborhood anyway. We made him parade around outside in the all together so I’m sure most all of the neighbors were aware of it. If you’ll recall, one of them tried to get us arrested until he/she found out from the cops we could make him stay naked until he’d gone through puberty and there wasn’t anything anyone could do about it.

“She didn’t mind that?”

“No, she said she’d like to have him over to our house naked so she could play with his boy parts too.”

“She did? Well, when his backside has recovered I may just let you tow him down there pulling on his peter, so she can have a turn with him.”

And, not too long ago I did just that. I’m assuming she enjoyed his visit as it must have lasted four hours. When Sean was literally pulled home by his erection, he complained of skin burns on the shaft. Not to worry we let Vicky rub some lotion on it for him. I mean one of his school mates sliding her hand up and down the shaft was a turn on as well. He had several dry orgasms that day. In fact, Vicky got so tickled by his gyrations she made it a game to see how many times she could do it.

Like Richard and Frank though, I must admit I wanted to watch another boy do that to him as well. Not that I wanted to force my sexual orientation on Sean, but I did want him to at least have some alternative sexual experiences.

That said, enter Kevin Connor. Kevin was a year older than Sean. He, for some reason, made fast friends with my son at school. Sean said, “Kevin likes to rub my legs. Sometimes his hand slides up to my thing and he acts like it was an accident when he touches it.”

I told Sean to bring Kevin home so Tonya and I could meet him. I’ll never forget the first visit. The boys came in from school and I reminded Sean to strip naked. He didn’t want to in front of Kevin, but with the threat of a whipping he did so. Yep, as on most days, when he pulled his shorts off, his pecker was at full staff. One couldn’t help but notice Kevin’s gaze fixed on Sean’s package. It was evident Sean’s new found friend was tenting his Levi’s. There was an unmistakable bulge in the crotch.

“Why don’t you boys go into the family room and play. Kevin, Sean has to stay naked all the time. He likes to have his pecker rubbed, so…”

“No I don’t, Mom. I don’t like people touch it. I don’t like that you make me stay naked and all. Quit telling people that.”

“Well, like it or not, your friend here can touch you wherever he wants and you will let him feel your boy parts or your backside as much as he wants. Kevin, feel free to touch Sean anywhere you want, and, if he tries to stop you let Tonya or me know, okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Now, Kevin grab Sean’s pecker and pull him into the family room.” The boy looked perplexed. “Go on, now. Grab it a pull him into the family room.” Hesitantly the twelve year old fist clenched the five inch stiffy and closed tight. “Pull him.” It was cute watching that boy yank Sean into his lair. “Oh and Kevin, if you want to get naked too, feel free.”

He didn’t, at least that day, much to my dismay. When I told Frank and Richard about it, they were disappointed, too. Richard actually admitted, “I’d have loved to make them suck on each other’s straws.” Again, I think Richard and Frank were secretly hoping Sean would grow to join their ranks.

Another really cute idea came from Richard. Tonya and I were planning on getting married. Richard and Frank and many of our straight and gay and lesbian friends were invited to attend the beach front wedding we planned. All were invited to wear casual attire. Sean was required to go nude even though every other kid in attendance would be in shorts and t-shirts at the very least. We decided our son would be the ring bearer, and Richard, you’ve probably already guessed, suggested he wear the rings on his peter. To say it required a lot of preparation would be a lie. That boy was hard as a rock realizing he would be walking on to a public beach surrounded by many clothed kids and he’d be on full display to all. However before being led out of the dressing cabana, Richard coaxed Sean’s penis to full staff and then slid the rings on it. They were a little loose, but he told Sean they weren’t go fall off, and, if they did he’d get the belt after the wedding. He also told him he couldn’t hold them on, “nothing should be hiding that perfect little penis of yours, Sean”. I have to admit it was cute. Thank God for the natural upturn down at the glans, and in the case of one of the rings the cleft where the shaft meets the glans, as they didn’t slide off, but one got stopped at the cleft of his head. His hard-on definitely tightened up as he walked up the path between the guests. There were a lot of giggles and snorts at the sight of a nude boy wearing the rings on his shaft, but that made my day. Most in attendance were aware we made him romp naked most of the time, but several had never actually seen Sean in his naked glory. Some of the guests patted his bare ass as he walked down that path and facial expressions definitely showed his embarrassment with having to do so. With all that, I can’t help but think if he hadn’t been circumcised, those damned rings would have easily slid off and his ass would have been grass.

During the reception we turned him over to a group of little girls and told them to have fun. By the time we were ready to go home I think every kid there had, at one time or another, felt Sean’s penis and ball sack, and in the case of a couple of the boys, he’d had a finger or stick shoved up his cute little hole. Sean often whined and shouted “leave me alone” at the other children, and when he did Richard, Frank, Tonya or I swatted his ass and embarrassed as we loudly corrected him with a reminder of what was required. We all pretty much adopted the line, “That’s no way to treat guests at your mothers’ wedding. Let them feel you, or we’ll let them watch you get the belt.” Yeah, Tonya had the “Enforcer” right there beside her chair.

There were some other folks our age who couldn’t resist a rub, a pull, or a swat as he navigated through the crowd. Those who swatted were often chided by one of us, “Hey, no love pats. Slap it like you mean it!” Not to mention he was almost always followed by age mates and younger kids who couldn’t fulfill their curiosity about his package or anus. There was one kid who must have been five or six. He continually tried to shove a cannoli in Sean’s hole after Tonya made him assume the famous “frog position”. Talk about cute. That little dude would squat down and push the pastry right at Sean’s hole. Sean would just lie there whimpering. The attempts at stuffing Sean were reinforced by the entire adult crowd cheering the little boy on, but to no avail. Sean tried to push the kid away and I told one of the little girls to go over and squeeze Sean’s ball sack every time he did. Of course, Frank amused at the sight told Sean he’d regret it if he didn’t straighten up. Sean’s rose was covered in cream filling. Each time the little kid tried the cannoli would crumble. All of the adults would let out sympathetic groans as the kid failed to achieve his goal. “Maybe if you stuck you fingers in there first and stretched him out it would fit, Trey. Honey, push your fingers inside of him…” his mother instructed.

“Sean, you get those legs up so the little guy can loosen the hole,” Tonya ordered. Sean, not wanting the belt, especially in front of the crowd, pulled his legs up and held them with one hand behind each thigh until the little guy had his fill of trying. My concern was the number of cannoli’s the kid ruined. I mean, those things weren’t cheap by any means. It turned out to be okay, when the crowd watched as I made Sean eat the remnants of several of them that had accumulated at the base of his hole after Trey was done. I also made Sean scrape the cream left behind off his anus and lick it off his finger. Just enough grossness for all to “ooooo” and “aahhhh” over as they watched.

“Brenda, you’re making him eat that stuff after where it’s been?” One of the mothers pointed out.

“Yeah, especially because they’ve been partially inserted. That will give them some flavor. I mean it’s all Sean isn’t it?” She looked perplexed at that. So I clarified, “You know, everything that might be on it is from Sean’s body so why shouldn’t it go back.” I continued. “It keeps him humiliated and grounded. He needs that, and so, if I do say so, do all boys. Let them know who’s in-charge.”

“Well, Trey would take off his bathing suit right now and not think a thing of it.” The boy’s mother commented.

My response was almost immediate, “Yeah, and that kind of wrecks it for me. I did make Sean run nude when he was Trey’s age, but it wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as when he began getting embarrassed to do so. Believe me when Trey hits nine or ten, you’ll love watching the embarrassment and humiliation. But, until then just enjoy blistering his little ass with a belt or the back of a hair brush.”

“Right now, I just use me hand on his bare ass. He seems to be impervious to it.”

Tonya chimed in, “Get ya’ a belt. It sure got Sean’s attention fast.” Then she nodded at Trey, “He’s a cute kid. He should be nude for all to enjoy.”

The mother called her progeny over and pulled his suit off. Like she said and I knew, the kid’s little pecker was cute, but he wasn’t fazed by his exposure. Actually, I think he liked the freedom of his nudity. “Don’t worry, he’ll get to the point where you’ll enjoy his public nudity in a few more years. When he’s embarrassed by it.”

“What about the girls? Should they be made to run naked?” one of the other sets of parents asked a little disdainfully.

Tonya was quick with her (and my) philosophy, “Girls not so much. It’s the boys who really need humiliating.”

All and all the day went well. We were married under the State’s new law. Sean was totally embarrassed and continually fondled. And, we inspired several new converts to boy nudity. The only thing that would have made the day better would have been publicly punishing Sean with the belt so all could enjoy watching. Oh well, maybe at the next get together.

Then there was the time, actually a first and I missed it, Sean’s class from school went to Hampton Beach. I, of course, signed the permission slip for him to go on the field trip. I also made it a point to send him to school as always in his short shorts and t-shirt purposely not bringing up the swim suit (wouldn’t have helped anyway as he doesn’t, and won’t, ever own one until he can buy if for himself). The trip was scheduled right before school let out this past year.

As Alecia (the principal) tells it, after they arrived his class mates removed their outer clothing to reveal their swimming attire. Some of the boys just stayed in their board shorts. As they ran to the waterfront, Sean removed his shirt, shoes and socks and ran with them. Alecia (the principal) snagged Sean with her arm as he ran and, as she tells it, just said, “You think your Mom would let you swim in those shorts?”

Sean apparently wasn’t sure what she meant. “Yeah, I don’t have a swimsuit.” She said he was smiling and anticipating the romp in the surf.

Alecia said, “I don’t think so. Let’s take them off and I’ll keep them here.”

He reminded her he didn’t have any underwear on. She said, “Well if you did that’d have to come off too! So I guess you’ll be swimming nude today.”

She reported he started to cry. That didn’t stop her. She slid the kid’s shorts off right in front his teachers and classmates, patted his bare ass and sent him to join the rest of the class. She said all the kids giggled and teased him about his situation and his prevalent stiffy. She said she then cornered some of the more interested kids and told them they could feel his parts whenever they wanted.

As she told it, he was really humiliated as several of the teachers made him the center of their photographic endeavors. I know I’d have loved to share the experience watching him have to expose himself to his classmates so publicly. Can’t you just imagine the kid being accosted by both boys and girls from his own class? Or, the teachers posting images of him romping naked in the surf and on the beach on public websites? I love it. Sean didn’t mention the situation to me, but I brought it up at the dinner table that evening. He was sitting there naked as the day he was born and staring at me with an angry look. I couldn’t help but bring up the idea of visiting some of the more popular websites where the teachers posted class pictures to revisit his great day. I wanted to see him, the lone naked kid in his class, having to romp with his clothed classmates. I wanted to know how they went about checking out his stuff and all.

So, on the next visit from Richard and Frank, Tonya and the guys and I made him sit there rubbing his shaft and ball sack while we all looked over the photos his teachers had taken. All and all, I wish they had more of Sean posted, but of those that were almost all showed frontal nudity. There was a 2MB shot of Miss Connor rubbing sunscreen on his balls which I downloaded at the request of Richard and Frank. They had it made into a life sized poster for their living room. A few others showed kids feeling his pecker. Predictably we all enjoyed the ones with other little boys feeling him. Girls were okay as that embarrassed him more, but the boys feeling him gave Richard and Frank hope for the future of their orientation.

Sean was embarrassed to revisit the day in such a way with his family. I had to tell him, “Look, Honey, every kid and every person who wants to can come to this site and check out what you’ve got. Isn’t that great?” He pouted. “And, they will keep these online so the other kids can share you with their families and friends whenever they want. Cool, huh?”

As the evening moved on I served wine to Richard, who was holding my naked son spread eagle in his lap and fondling his balls and rock hard penis as we talked, Frank, and Tonya. Sean hates it when any of us play with his “thing” so we do it as often as we can--no sex, just petting and lots of it. It’s just calming to be that at home with him. The only thing he hates more than having to let us play with his boyhood or asshole is getting his ass beaten with the “Enforcer”, which is my second favorite thing to do to him.

Hope that gives you readers a further taste of what our extended family is all about. You horny mothers (and fathers) who get a kick out of what we do to Sean need to start doing some of this to your 8 – 13 year old boys. Buy a good 2” wide leather belt for enforcing. Clean out the boys’ closets and bureaus. Remember forced nudity and minimum clothing means minimum clothing expenses and certainly cuts down on laundry time and costs. But, then, if nude little boys become too common, it won’t be as humiliating to the boys nor as stimulating to mothers like me.

(The End)