Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 3

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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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I was at a party the other day. It was at my friend Carol’s house. Her daughter was turning ten and there were a dozen other little girls within a year or two of Casey’s age attending. Casey’s twelve year old brother Ian was on the living room couch watching, of all things, the fishing channel. How in the hell can males get off on fishing, much less watching someone else fish? God, talk about boring.

Carol asked about how the program with Anthony worked out. I was kind of taken aback as she’d been at our home on occasion, saw both Anthony and Joey in all their glory and could probably have noticed it did. It hadn’t been a year since we finally allowed Anthony to grow hair on his nether regions as we, and the doctor both felt he was too old to continue. I must admit it worked well. She should have known it though. More than once she enjoyed playing with the boys’ erect penises on her visits as did Casey her daughter, Ian, her son, not so much. Ian was definitely uncomfortable being around my naked boys.

“Well, Carol, it was great. He spent the better part of three years totally naked almost everywhere except for school or maybe if we were going out to eat. Now, he lets his sister and me come into the bathroom while he’s naked without too much complaining. Shoot even my mother is allowed to see him naked without apology. Either one of us can feel his package, even now, without too much crap from him. Roger is pleased as he now showers nude in the locker room at the pool and the coach says he isn’t the least bit shy about his nakedness in the school locker room either. He even swims nude at the school pool during P. E. We’re just pleased as we could be with the outcome. Why?”

“Well I’ve been thinking about Ian. He’s showing a lot of shyness about his body. Actually, he’s been shy about letting me look at him for the past few years, but I make him show himself to me. His sister is a whole ‘nother story, she gets nothing. I kind of went easy on him since his Daddy past away three years ago. I just felt he didn’t have the proper male support to feel good about himself and forcing him to be naked would really hurt more than it helped. But now I’m not so sure.”

“We had the program prescribed by Dr. Carlson. She said the only way to fix the modesty problem with boys was to force them into nudity and fondling. Roger wasn’t so sure, but he was frustrated as well. Now that I think about it, if Bobby were still alive it wouldn’t probably have made a difference. Roger was there for Anthony, but Anthony still came down with the problem. Anyway, I might suggest you go to Dr. Carlson with him. It’s precious on the first visit when she makes the kid bare all for her and she sits there playing with their peter. I wish could have been in there to watch that. Man can you imagine the boner the kids must pop when she does that? Then she makes them strip nude for every session and she literally tells them she does it so she can look at and feel their penises.”

“I can’t afford a therapist. I felt that you might be able to reach back in your memory and we could try some of the stuff you think might be helpful on Ian.”

“Have you checked with your insurance company to see if they’d pay?”

“No. But even, if they do,” Carol finished putting the last cupcake on the tray and licked the icing from her finger, “even if they do, I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take him there.”

Now, I’m no therapist but what I can tell you is that Ian is a looker. He is one of the most handsome young boys you’d ever want to look at. Though I only remember his penis from when he was five or six and Carol and Bobby would drop them off at our home when she went on business trips with her husband, but he was cute. I’d say he wasn’t as pronounced in the penis category as Anthony was when he was five or six, but he sure wasn’t little by any means. I remembered his ball sack looking like two peanuts in the shell pressed into the kid’s pubis. They were cute, but they were the typical of a five year old, small. Unlike Anthony, Ian never had a shyness to wearing shorts and even today as he lay on the couch, I couldn’t help but drool a little over his gorgeous tan legs. When he was little and I watched him, I made him run through the sprinkler in the yard totally nude alongside Joey. Ian was cute and he giggled a lot while he experienced that freedom. Even then I remember those little brown legs. I also remember the stiffy I’d coax when I rubbed the sunscreen into his penis and scrotum. I don’t think he was even aware of his hard on. He also didn’t balk too much with my finger inserted into his anus to ensure his bottom was fully protected from the sun. Truth be told, I was starting to get horny about the prospects of showing off my friend’s only son to the general public. It was up to me to convince her.

I was startled back to reality, “Let me help you with the cupcakes.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll take them down stairs to the girls and they can sing ‘Happy Birthday’ and I can come up here and talk to you a little more about Ian’s problem.”

She went down to their basement recreation room and the screaming and hollering of the happy kids subsided as they sang to Casey. I could hear Carol telling them in a little while they’d open the presents. In the meantime the girls could go back to the activities they were playing.

While she was downstairs I couldn’t get my head off the pleasure I’d get by making her son expose himself to me and any stranger who wanted to look. The challenge of such a plan was part of the excitement. Now that Ian was twelve the prospects were good his penis was on the verge of puberty. That would mean it’d grown fatter and longer than it was six years prior. I was dying to find out. Carol came up the stairs and we continued the discussion.

“How does he do with stripping for showers at school? Any idea?”

“Well, he loses points for P.E., because he doesn’t shower after class.”

“How do you know?”

“I asked the P.E. teacher why he only gets C’s on his report card. I mean the kid is very athletic he should be getting A’s or at least B’s. Not that the P.E. grade is a game changer, but I was curious.”

“So far it sounds a lot like Anthony.”

“Well is it important for him to lose this modesty stuff?”

“It depends on where your values are. Roger says boys shouldn’t have any modesty at all when it comes to their bodies. Other males see that as a weakness. If you ask me, I have to agree but for a totally different reason.”

“What’s that?”

“I love to see little boys nude and to see them humiliated when they have to be exposed publicly. I get a rush from it. I also love to fondle the peepees to get them hard as a rock. I love watching little girls have authority over them too. Watching a naked boy get the belt is another personal favorite. I made Roger whip them so I could watch their wieners and ball sack jolt up and down and back and forth each time the leather hit the skin. It’s hot Carol. Roger and I had the best sex after he’d beaten one of the boy’s asses while I watched. It really turns me on. I’ll bet it would do the same for you.”

“If we were to put Ian on a ‘program’”, she emphasized program with her fingers doing the quotation mark gesture, “how would you start. And, if we did, would you guide me through it?”

Oh, God, at that point my underwear was going to be wet. I was excited as hell to be embarking on such a thing for the second time. But in an effort to hide my arousal I nonchalantly just said, “Oh, sure. I don’t mind helping. You do know it means I’ll also be touching him a lot.”

“Yeah, that’s okay so will I,” she smiled for the first time since we started the discussion. “When do we start?”

“Carol, old girl, no time like the present. Call Casey up here. No, better yet, we’ll go down there so all the girls know what’s about to happen.”

Getting a hoard of little girls, especially excited little girls, to shut up and gather around you is not as easy as one would think. But after a few minutes we had a captive audience all sitting cross legged on the floor.

“This is Mrs. McCutcheon and she wants to talk to you about something I think you’ll all agree would be fun. Now, Kelly, the girls will be here for the whole weekend. This is actually a two day slumber party.” She then rolled her eyes and sarcastically said, “Lucky me.”

I still don’t think she had any idea about how really lucky she was. Just thinking of the twelve year old swinging dick having to be around a group of little girls was going to be the ultimate in arousal, at least for me.

“How many of you girls would like to see Ian naked?” I felt I might as well come right to the point. Every hand, even Casey’s, went up and the giggles started. “Why?” I asked and pointed at what appeared to be the oldest girl.

“He’s in my class and I could tell the other girls what he looks like. I mean what his thing looks like.”

“How about you?” I pointed to another girl.

“If he was naked, would we get to feel his thing?”

“Well, I guess if you wanted to you could.” I replied.

“How about you?”

“Well, I’ve never seen a boy naked before, only pictures in books my Mom showed me. I’d like to see a real naked boy.”

“What would you do if Ian was naked for the whole party?” Carol asked. She was finally getting sold on the idea.

“I’d pull his thing.” One little party goer shouted. “I’d take pictures of him with the camera you gave me last night for my birthday.” Casey added, causing the crowd to giggle. “I just want to feel his bag and stuff.” Another child offered.

“So you girls would like to feel and take pictures of him naked?” Carol summarized. They all nodded and most covered their mouths to prevent giggles. “Well then let’s do it. We’ll let Mrs. McCutcheon tell us how.”

My turn. I’d been dreaming this for the past thirty minutes, “Here’s what we’ll do. When Casey is opening her presents, we’ll make Ian come down to the party. When he gets in here, you Carol will ask Casey what present she would like to unwrap first. Then Casey you’ll say ‘My brother’. When Mom says ‘What do you mean?’ you say, ‘I want you to take his clothes off so the girls can see him naked’. Then Carol you will ask the other girls, ‘Who wants to see Ian naked?’” Even though I was setting the plot when I let out the last line all the hands went up again. “No, not now, raise your hands when Mrs. Wright asks who wants to see him naked.” You could feel the anticipation in that group of little girls, but none could have the anticipation I had.

Carol called Ian down for the gift opening. He of course complained that he didn’t need to watch it. Carol tried to justify it with telling him he needed to share in his sister’s excitement. I could have told her he probably couldn’t have given a rat’s ass about his sister’s excitement. If only he knew. Ian came into the recreation room wearing a pair of board shorts, no shirt, no shoes. This was going to be a piece of cake. I couldn’t take my eyes off the kid’s browned torso and the little bit of calf that was showing. Now that I think back about it, his modesty couldn’t have been too overblown, Anthony would never be seen in shorts much less with his shirt off. After he plopped down in an overstuffed chair, Carol began.

“So Casey, what present do you want to unwrap first?”

“Ian,” she shouted. The rest of the girls just laughed with excitement. It was real, it was going to happen.

Ian spoke up, “Yeah, well I gave you the present last night—the camera, duh?” Oh, his attitude was really bad.

“I don’t care. I want you to take off your clothes. That’s what I meant.”

“Like that’s going to happen,” he sarcastically protested her suggestion of such a thing.

“No, Ian, it’s your sister’s big day. If she wants you naked, just take off your shorts and underwear and let her have her way.” Carol suggested.

“Really, Mom? Really?”

“Yeah, really take off your clothes. I’m sure the other little girls would enjoy it too.”

He got out of the chair and shrugged it off, “I’m going back up stairs.”

Then I entered the fray, “No you’re not, Ian. You’re going to strip naked right here right now.”

“You can’t tell me what to do!”

I grabbed him and he started struggling to get free. Carol came over and doubled up on my effort. We held the very strong twelve year old as he tried to wiggle free. “Casey, take your brother’s pants and underpants off,” Carol managed to get out the command. Ian began kicking at his sister as she went for the drawstring on his shorts. “Well, are you girls going to help or are we going to have to do this ourselves?” Carol asked the dozen or so onlookers. Immediately, four girls grabbed Ian’s legs as we held him upright. He struggled but the weight of two on each leg was too much for him. Eventually Casey got his shorts down and stopped as if to say, “What now?” I just shouted, “Now pull down his underpants.” She did freeing a five inch boner which, by the way, I couldn’t help but notice was topped by a rather pronounced mushroom. A cheer went up from those who were still just looking on.

“Let’s put him back in that chair so we can get his clothes completely off.” I suggested. We backed him up and forced him into the chair. I put my knee in his exposed groin and said, “Don’t make me hurt you, Ian.” The kid was literally crying, shouting obscenities, and still thrashing. I jerked my knee backward and then thrust it rapidly and forcefully forward pushing his testicles back into his body. He cried out in pain and began bawling. The wrestling stopped, I guess he finally accepted the futility of it all.

“Are you done, now?” I asked.

“Can you just sit there and calm down if we let go of you, Ian?” his mother asked.

Frustrated and submissive he cried, “Yessss”. We let him go. He did stay in the chair.

I ordered him to, “Spread those legs. The girls want to see what you’ve got down there.” He ignored me so I took hold of both knees and spread them for him. Most of the girls leaned forward for a better view. Ian put his head in his hands and continued to cry.

I cornered Carol and told her that I would take care of the situation in the family room and she had to go up and round up all of Ian’s clothes and lock them away. I scooped up the board shorts and underwear on the floor and handed them to her. After she left to perform her chore, I went over to Ian. In an effort to make sure his humiliation was not on the wane, I told him to lie on the tile floor on is back. Head still in his hands he purposely ignored me. I repeated myself. Still no action. My temper must have been pretty undone as the room full of rowdy girls was quiet. I slapped the naked boy on the inside of his thigh hard enough to leave a perfect pink hand print. “There’s more where that came from, now get up and on the floor, boy, NOW!” He didn’t respond so I slapped him again right below the other swat. He yelled “Ooooowwwwww” and continued to bawl. “On the floor,” I raised my hand again and this time he slowly lowed himself to the floor. It was cold on him, I’m sure, but once on his back I moved his arms to above his head completely exposing that five inch shaft. Needless to say every eye in the house was on the boy. Then I pushed his feet together and up toward his now exposed anus. I couldn’t resist, the plum sized scrotum and the stiff shaft were too inviting. I reached over and grabbed him. I could feel his boner and it was like a warm steel rod. I mean it was stiff. Then I played with his glans rotating it back and forth between my palms. He tried to stop me and I swatted his upper leg hard enough that he returned his hands to above his head. “I’m going to do whatever I want to your penis and you’re going to let me.” I rubbed it, slapped it around a bit, yanked on it, I mean I really got to know the boy’s phallus and ball sack. The girls all watched intently. When Carol returned I spent a few more minutes playing with his genitals and looked up at the girls. “Okay, who wants to feel Ian’s penis?” All hands went up. “Well, you girls come here and play, and, Ian, don’t you dare try to stop them.” Carol gave me the okay sign to indicate his clothes were all removed. About that time Ian grabbed his balls and rolled over on is stomach to ward off the attack of the little girls. “Ian, roll over and put yourself back the way I had you.”

“No,” came the muffled response.

“Carol, do you have a belt?”

“No, only my dress belts upstairs. I got rid of Bobby’s at the Goodwill after he died.”

“Well you need to buy a heavy leather man’s belt. Like two inches wide and probably a size 40 or 42. It’ll be the tool of choice for correcting him. In the meantime let me see,” I looked around the room and found a thin extension cord, unplugged it, doubled it over and whipped Ian on the ass. That sucker whooshed through the air as I swung. It had the ominous sound of authority and left a very thin welt, now I’m not saying pink stripe, I’m saying welt. The boy screamed. I responded, “Ooooo, that’s gonna leave a mark, but then again so is this,” and I whipped him again harder, “and this” and a third stipe appeared, “and this” and a forth. “Now Ian, let’s try this again. Roll over and get back in position.” He stalled and I came down with a fifth red welt. He then rolled over. I’m sure the cold tile floor felt good on those welts. “Geezzz, Carol maybe you don’t need a belt.”

“I think you hurt him.” She sounded almost sympathetic.

“I hope so. The more the hurt the less likely we’ll have to do it again.” Then I told the girls, “Okay girls it’s playtime. Feel whatever you want. Ian don’t you even THINK of stopping them.” He didn’t.

As the girls gave his penis and testicles a work out, I took Carol aside. I told her that she would have to harden up a bit on the discipline. I explained boys respond best to pain. The more painful the punishment the more likely it will fix the behavior. We both agreed the extension cord would be her go to implement. I also told her, if she didn’t leave welts she didn’t do it hard enough.

“How long should he be naked?”

“All the fucking time Carol. Let him wear clothes to school—short shorts with no underwear and half shirts would be best. When he’s not in school he’s naked. That’s the way it is until he grows hair down there. After he does, we’ll shave him for a year or two so he has to show it all until he’s okay with his body. It’s that simple.”

Our conversation was broken by Ian yelling “Owww, owww, owww,” some little girl was straddling his stomach and working on his penis and balls. When he cried out, she stopped and looked apologetic.

“No, Honey, keeping doing whatever you were doing. It’s okay to hurt him.” She slowly started to squeeze Ian’s nut sack. He started complaining again. I was really getting into it. I could tell Carol was a bit concerned over Ian’s complaints, but I told her they were ploys to get out of the situation. She then surprised the hell out of me, she actually went over and knelt down and began stroking the boy’s penis and ball sack, “Ian, I love to see your beautiful boy parts, so we’re going to make you stay naked at all times unless I tell you otherwise. I will rub your boy parts and so will your sister at least twice a day. Other folks will want too as well I’m sure. Grandma is gonna love this. Anyway, you will do as I tell you or I’ll use the cord on you again. Do we have an understanding?”

Ian began to cry and beg his mother to let him get dressed. She ignored him as she played with his genitals for the first time in six years I’d bet.

“Now these little girls will be here all weekend long and you will let them play with your body as much as they want. Let me make it clear, if you don’t I’ll use the cord and so will they. Don’t push your luck. Your penis, testicles and anus are now community property. They aren’t yours, they’re mine and I want them open to the public.”

I noticed one girl sitting quietly in the corner of the room just staring at Ian while other girls played with his penis and testicles. He was crying and trying not to think about it as girl after girl flicked, squeezed, rubbed and pulled his various body parts. I went over to her and introduced myself and she told me she was eight years old. Her name was Tammy. I asked her why she wasn’t feeling Ian’s boy parts. She told me she was an only child and she’d never touched or even seen a boy’s genitals. I asked her if she wasn’t curious as to what a penis felt like. She timidly nodded. Taking her by the hand I walked her over to the naked boy lying in what I call the frog pose and asked the girls engaged in exploration to move away so Tammy could have a turn. I lifted her up and plopped her down so she straddled Ian’s stomach and faced her toward his erection.

“Go ahead, Honey, you can do whatever you want. Feel it.”

She took one finger and slowly touched the tip right at the urethra. She quickly withdrew her finger.

“Can you put your pinky finger in the hole?”

She nodded, “No”.

“Go ahead and try. Here,” I grabbed the boy’s glans and squeezed it so the hole opened somewhat. “Stick it right in there.” She slowly lowered her finger again and touched it to the opening. “Push it hard—real hard. Let’s see how far in it can go.” It didn’t go very far at all, I didn’t expect it would based on my own experiences with Anthony and Joey. “Why don’t you grab his penis? That’s this thing.” The timid little blond encircled his erection with her right hand. “Now pull it.” She gently lifted it. “No really pull it. Pull it really, really hard. Pull it right off if you can. Use two hands if you need to.” She did and Ian let out a scream. “See you can hurt Ian if you want.”

I placed my index finger at the boy’s anus. “What’s this?” It was then I became cognizant the whole room was sitting silently and watching intently as I coached the eight year old.

“It’s where his poop comes out.”

“Exactly. That’s where his poop comes out. I wonder what it feels like inside him? Did any of you stick your finger in there?”

The girls all started scrunching up their noses and verbalizing, “Eeewwwww”. No one had.

“Well,” I started at the same time I pushed on the hole with my finger. Finally, it popped open for me and allowed my entrance. I was up to my knuckles inside the boy. He started to cry again and begged me to stop. I ignored him. “Well, it’s kind of warm and squishy in there. Oh, wait there’s a bump. Let me push on it. Oh look his peepee is dancing.” The girls were amused and laughed openly. “You know what I like best about having my finger in here? I like it that Ian doesn’t like me doing this. I like it that Ian is very embarrassed. But, my favorite thing,” I pulled my finger out, “is making the boy clean up my finger. I pressed my finger to his lips and ordered, “lick it Ian.” He forced his lips together in a locked manner and turned his head side to side. I grabbed him and held him under his chin. “Lick it off or do I need to get the cord over here and add some stripes to your ass. Now lick it off.” He slowly succumbed after hearing the alternative and stuck the tip of his tongue out touching my finger tip. He cringed. I ordered him to “open up”. He did slowly and I stuck my finger into his moist mouth. When I withdrew it he tried to spit. I again grabbed his face and forced his mouth shut. “Swallow”. He did and then cried in frustration.

“And that, my dear little girls, is how you treat a boy. Anyone else want to try?”

Surprisingly, Tammy hollered, “I want to do it!” So I moved aside and let her.

His sister had put the batteries in her new camera and was busy taking images of the whole situation. Her friends, especially the girl from Ian’s class, wanted photos of them in a trophy pose holding the boy’s hard penis. Casey was quick to oblige. Carol was also into enjoying the situation.

We quietly retreated to the corner of the room as the little girls antagonized the naked twelve year old. “Carol I want you to use the extension cord on him at least once a day. He needs to remember the pain so he walks the straight and narrow. Just find something to punish him for.” I turned and called to Ian, “Ian come over here for a minute,” the boy walked over still red in the eyes from the spanking and obviously anxious to find a way out of the humiliation of the anal exploration I’d just introduced to his antagonists. “Ian turn around and let me see your backside.” He complied. “Here Carol take your finger and trace over the stripes on his ass.” She did. “Feel the bump? They are all raised welts. That’s what you’re looking for if you whip him. It’ll take the better part of a week to get back to normal. You know you might want to whip the hell out of his peter as well. Look it’s still hard as a rock. Great little target wouldn’t you say?”

Ian began to whimper, “No, please. No don’t whip me again. Pleeassss…” and he started to cry.

“Calm down Ian nobody’s going to whip you, at least not yet. Maybe tomorrow, huh? You know your Mom and I have decide you aren’t going to wear any clothes for years. You’re going to be naked almost all the time. Remember how Anthony had to be naked and now Joey is naked a lot?”

He nodded affirmatively.

I continued, “Well, you’re going to do the same thing. Now Joey doesn’t have to be naked as much because he never got to the point that he gave me a hard time about stripping whenever I told him to. I like him to show off is peepee to other people. It’s kind of cute. So is yours, so we’re going to let everybody see it. I think they’ll like it, don’t you?”

“Please Mom don’t make me.” His voice quivered as he looked at her with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry Ian I think it’s for the best. You’re going naked for a couple of years. Quit crying you’ll get used to it. That’s the whole thing, getting you used to it. Now, go back over there and let the little girls explore your beautiful body. I’m going to have some fun with it later. I want to put my finger in there.” He developed a sudden look of fear hearing that from his mother.

After he left, I felt the need to give Carol an alternative punishment I stumbled on quite by chance with Joey at a picnic in the state park. “You know if you want to experiment with punishments, I found something I use with Joey and it came to me quite by accident. Geezzz I wish I’d thought of it when Anthony was running nude. Anyway, I was going to put some sunscreen in Joey’s hole. I know ‘the sun don’t shine there’, but I sure liked poking my boys there. It really embarrasses ‘em. Anyway, I wanted to kind of bore a pre hole so my finger could slide in better. I had just been eating nachos and had jalapeno juice on my finger, so I popped it in there. The kid began screaming and dancing around yelling, ‘It’s burning, oooowwwww, oooooowwww, it’s burning. Make it stop, make it stop!’ Tears were rolling down his cheeks and I couldn’t figure out what in the hell was happening. Roger mentioned it might have been the pepper juice on my finger. So, I experimented much to the pleasure of the relatives present and the total displeasure of Joey. Mom loved it. I put him up on the table and made him hike his legs up under the guise of trying to see what was wrong. You know the old diapering posture. You should see them when you have them like that, they’re so vulnerable. Well, his little hole is right there just below his tight little nut sack staring right at me. Roger slipped a plate of jalapeno peppers to me and kind of chuckled a devious laugh. In fact, all the adults were chuckling knowing exactly what was going on. I took two of those jalapeno slices and shoved those suckers right up his hole. It was so funny. The kid jumped up and danced around digging in his hole with his index finger. He tried to dig those suckers out, but all he did was push them in deeper. After that I used jalapenos, tabasco, and habanero peppers interchangeably. What I found is if you snap a tabasco pepper open and insert it, it is probably the worst for the boy and the best for the audience. Try it. In fact, I’ve pushed part of a tabasco up his dick. They’re so small it isn’t all that difficult to do. Try that. You’ll really love it they dance wildly as they try to get it out. You might try it for the girls’ pleasure sometime this weekend.”

“Oh my God, I can’t wait to try that with him.”

“Well, if he keeps complaining about being naked, you need to punish him. If he denies any little girl access to any part of his body, you should punish him. If he covers his penis for any reason, you need to punish him. So there’s a lot of opportunity to try different things. Just remember if it doesn’t hurt him, it does no good. The old, no pain no gain saying is very true. I’ve gotta run. I’ll stop by tomorrow to see how things are going.

I couldn’t help but notice the pile of unopened birthday presents as I grabbed my handbag to leave. I guess Casey opened the most fun present and forgot about the rest. I needed to go home to Roger, I was hot.

(The End)