Confessions of a Voyeuristic Mother Part 9

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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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My name is Betty. I won’t give you my last name as I’m afraid of the consequences of doing so. I have a story to tell about my twelve year old son Troy and what I did with him. Until this series, I felt like I’d broken the bond of motherhood by subjecting him to some unusual circumstances this past year, but now I know I’m not alone.

Troy’s sister Sophia is two years younger than he. She is a typical nine year old interested in building social ties and not to the point of appreciating the opposite sex.

My story begins as I was changing the sheets on Troy’s bed. As I lifted the mattress and tucked one side of his sheets in, my fingertips bumped a flat object. I lifted the mattress and found a ‘girly’ magazine. It was pure pornography. There was a ‘special’ coverage of the ‘women of the pole’. It was photos of totally nude strippers’ pole dancing while men reached out to fondle whatever parts they could reach. Ever wonder why the men’s faces are pixelated and all of the girl parts are clear as a bell? Of course, there was money thrown everywhere. It was actually vulgar to me. These poor women were mere objects to satisfy men’s lust. They had to rely on such humiliation to make a living. Now, my not yet pubescent son was voyeuristically sharing in such displays of dominance by looking at such trash.

When he got home from school I confronted him. As I explained to him I found his ‘stash’ and threw the magazine at him he blushed a bright pink. Of course he tried to deny those were his, but really? How could he? They were under his mattress. How did they get there?

My explanation of why I felt these were so bad entailed me telling him how I felt these women were degraded. They had to put up with manhandling by men who had no relationship to them. They were photographed and pictures of their nude bodies were apparently widely distributed. Their lives and bodies held no more vestiges of modesty or privacy. As I talked, my mind went to the fact I didn’t know whether he was just looking at the photos or had passed the magic point of puberty and he was masturbating to them. Could he be capable of ejaculating at this point? I hadn’t seen his item in over two years, but for some reason I really wanted to. I hadn’t noticed the telltale starch yellow sheets or briefs had I? I am his mother and I’m entitled to know! I made him stand up and pull is pants down. He tried to stall using every technique short of out-and-out defiance. I threatened to get the belt. Finally, he stood up and started fumbling with his belt. “Do you need some help, Troy?”

“Why do I have to pull down my pants?”

“Because, I said so. I want to see how you’re developing. Get them off now.”

Slowly he slipped his shorts down to his ankles. Then he hooked his thumbs on the elastic and gave me one last ditch opportunity to abandon the order. I didn’t. I just nodded with my head to indicate I wanted them down. In one swoop he pushed his jockeys to just below his knees. There he stood with a stiff four or five inch boner sticking straight out at me. He diverted his eyes as if that would cause me to do the same. Yeah, right.

“Cut it out, Troy. I’m your mother. I can look at any part of you anytime I want. There’s nothing here I haven’t seen before. Funny how it’s okay for women to strip for photos in front of hundreds of men and make your life more interesting, and you have a hard time exposing yourself to me—someone who has seen your penis and balls on many occasions. What’s with that?”

Ever since he was a baby, I loved to look at his naked form. He was, what I would consider, gifted in the length of his weewee. Right up until he was eight or nine, there were times when I would make him run naked with his cousins or friends’ kids. His penis was definitely an attention getter on those outings. Then, he took to demanding privacy very suddenly at the age of nine and held to it up to today.

But on this day, I know he stood there, hands to his sides, only because I am his mother. I really was just interested in his state of development. I wanted to know whether he was ‘shooting’ yet or still just wiggling his hips during orgasms. His ball sack was hanging low and I could see his marbles were also hanging down. I don’t know what over took me, but I reached over and grabbed his erect penis; did a quick examination; then gently fondled his balls. No hair, no evidence at all that he could ejaculate yet. His stiff penis stood hard as a rock and no leakage at the tip. Really, I did enjoy it not so much from a sexual perspective, but more it was an aphrodisiac for me to seek roll in the hay with an adult male. I wanted to play with an adult penis and then screw the hell out of the guy. It got the juices flowing. Too bad there wasn’t a man in my life to help me relieve that feeling. I fed the feeling by fondling my boy for a few more minutes. His penis was so hard, but wasn’t at what I would consider full girth. Oh, it was long. It always was. But it still had that boy sized circumference. His bulbous mushroom shaped glans was well pronounced, medium rose in color with just a hint of cyan. His scrotum was soft as moleskin and his little marbles moved about freely as I massaged it. My God, this kid was a turn on. That said the whole experience gave me an idea for a creative punishment.

I told him I wanted him to know the humiliation, pain, and embarrassment those poor women felt. His sister was having a sleep over the very next weekend and I decided he could suffer the same experiences at the eyes and hands of his sister and her friends. He begged and begged to the point of crying not to make him do it. I was committed to the idea. And, truthfully, the more he begged the more committed and horny I was getting. Yep, I’d give each of them an SD card and a couple of cameras so they could record their weekend with a naked boy, a box of toys, and permission to touch and command him to do whatever they wanted. He’d learn how it felt from the other side of the situation.

I hadn’t shared my decision on the specifics of Troy’s punishment beyond that he would be exposing himself to Sophia’s friends that weekend. Frankly, the specifics I developed over the following days would have probably put the boy over the edge. What follows is some of my voyeuristic observations of that weekend.

That Friday, before the girls arrived, I handed Troy the clothes I’d chosen for him to wear that evening. Basically it consisted of a pair of wide legged cotton athletic shorts with an elastic waistband, a pair of white ankle socks (I like him in short shorts and ankle socks, especially white ones, they really made his tan muscular legs pop), and a pair of white athletic shoes. I told him to put those on and only those—no shirt, no underwear. He was trembling and began to cry in a desperate attempt to reverse the punishment decision. He even offered to allow me to use the belt on his bare backside every night for a week instead. His begging only solidified my decision to go forward. I could feel the horniness growing in me just thinking of how humiliating this was going to be for him. His crying and pleading only made me hornier.

After he changed, I made him stand with me at the door as I greeted each girl and her parent. He was (and still is) a beautiful specimen. His tanned and well developed legs, muscular and trim upper torso and his face, well, what can I say? His face was that of an Adonis—dark complected, oval shaped, beautiful smile of almost perfect teeth, hazel eyes, all set off by a black crew cut. I just wish on this occasion he was donning his toothy smile. Understandably, he wasn’t.

As each of the girls’ parents arrived to drop their daughters off, I took them aside and explained what I was planning to do so there weren’t any surprises. I also felt if that wasn’t acceptable with them they could take their child home. Amanda’s mother was excited and she asked if she could stop by for an hour or so sometime during the ordeal. I, of course, was more than happy to share. Kristin’s mother just grinned and told me not to let them hurt Troy. It was going very well. Then, Beth’s dad came with her. I must say it did give me pause. Telling other women about it was a snap, but how would a father take it? He kind of looked at me funny as I explained. I remember his only big concerns—the girls would be keeping their clothes on and no sexual contact from Troy towards the girls was to be permitted. What really drove him to accept the idea was when I asked, “How would you feel if Beth grew up to be dragged through the dirt like the girls in the magazine? Maybe a bite of the dog will fix it.” And, he left.

After the girls got their stuff put up in Sophia’s room, I could hardly wait to announce what I had in store for them. Only Troy knew what was coming and he was not a happy camper. I summoned them to the living room, where I already had Troy standing with tears in his eyes anticipating his unveiling. The girls hit the floor sitting with their legs crossed and staring at my crying son. Then Sophia asked me why he was crying. I just told her he was upset because he was going to be punished. Then her little friend Beth asked, “Can we watch?” Curious how kids like to watch other kids being punished. They assume the culprit is going to get his tail whipped. I guess wanting to watch is understandable. I even liked watching young boys getting the belt. Something inside me yells “hit him harder, harder!” throughout such ordeals. Anyway, I told Beth and the rest of them they were not going to just watch, they were going to participate. That brought smiles to all four faces.

“Troy is going to spend the whole weekend naked. From a few minutes from now until the last little girl goes home in two days. While he’s naked you girls can touch any part of him you’d like—his boy parts, his butt hole, anything. You can stay inside with him or you can take him outside. I have purchased four SD cards for these two cameras and each of you can take pictures to your hearts content. Any pictures on your card are yours to keep and do whatever you want with. If you want to share with each other we’ll set up a computer so you can do that, or you can unload your card so you can take more.”

At that, they were smiling and wiggling and giggling.

Sophia wanted to clarify. “You mean Troy will be naked and we get to touch his wiener and stuff? And, we can take pictures of him naked, even his wiener?”

“Yes, Sophia, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“Mom, you’re foolin’ us. Aren’t you?”

I walked over and yanked Troy’s shorts down exposing a five inch boner. “Step out of them.” He clutched his boy parts to shield them from the girls’ view as he lifted his left foot free and then his right. I picked up his shorts. “Put your hands down.” He balked and I slapped his bare ass, “I said put your hands down.” Every eye in the place including mine was on his rock hard penis. That cleanly circumcised tip was engorged. I pinched the head of it to demonstrate to the girls where the boy’s urethra opened. “You might want to play with this. Or,” I pinched one of his balls in the sack that was hanging loose or “feel these. Or,” I turned him around and bent him over and spread his cheeks, “you can think of things to do here.” Troy was now crying uncontrollably.

“Or, would you prefer I let him get dressed?”

“Keep him naked!” “Make him stay naked!” the girls were unanimous.

So it started. I distributed the SD cards to the girls and gave them a brief demonstration on how to use them. Then I brought out the toolbox. “I have some things in here that might be fun to play with while you explore him. Here is a pin you can use to pretend to give him a shot.”

I was interrupted by Kristen, “In his butt?”

“His butt, his peepee, anywhere except his eyes I guess. Here’s a string you can tie around his tip and use as a leash when you walk him around. Here are some markers you can use to decorate him or stick them up his you know. You’ve got some cotton swabs to shove in his pee hole if you’d like, just have fun doing whatever you want to him. Oh, and here Sophia, here’s a belt in case you need to whip him.”

Sophia asked the inevitable, “What can I whip him for?”

“Any time you think he needs it. I don’t care what it’s for. But, you’re in charge of whipping him. Now, I’ll leave you ladies to get started getting to know Sophia’s big brother a little better. Have fun. Oh, and don’t stay up too late tonight. We’re going to the beach tomorrow.”

“What about Troy?” Sophia asked.

“He’s coming too, Silly. How could I leave him home?”

She continued as if I was oblivious to the situation, “I mean he’s naked. You said he had to be naked all weekend.”

“He does. Oh, I see. Yes, he’ll be coming to the beach naked too, so bring your cameras.”

I then left the room and listened as they ordered Troy to comply with their touch exploration of his package. I heard them negotiate the time for the cameras. We were off to a tremendous start. I couldn’t resist popping in at one point to show them a very useful position to put him in for their exploration. I had him lay on his back with the soles of his feet together and his hands behind his head. I called it the ‘frog position’. “See you can get to any of his boy parts or his hole when he’s like this. Have fun, he’s all yours.”

And, fun they did have. I overheard Kristen telling Sophia she wished she had a brother so she could do this to him whenever she wanted. Beth admitted she’d never felt a boy’s ‘thing’ before. She asked why they were so hard. Sophia reassured her that sometimes they were soft. Amanda mumbled something about, “Are we allowed to stick our fingers in there?” I assumed she was talking about his anus. After entering the room and inquiring I was assured she was.

“Sure, Honey, whenever you want. Just shove it right in there.” Troy was weeping and begging me to let him get dressed. He promised never to look at “those kind of magazines” again. I just told him no, he couldn’t get dressed and he wasn’t being punished for looking at magazines in the future, he was being punished for what he’d already hoarded.

Of course, the girls started to inquire, “What magazines?” I told them not to worry about that, and redirected them to their naked prey.

The quiet one, Amanda, was quite the dominatrix. She turned out to be the most sadistically aggressive of the group. Often she’d pull Troy’s peter so hard, he’d hit her out of frustration. She teased him about cutting it off if he didn’t stop hitting her. I let them work it out, but certainly was attentive to the interaction. Amanda was the first girl to impale Troy by shoving her middle finger into his ass so far only her knuckle was showing. Of course, the other three just “eeeewwwww”d and waited to see what her finger looked like when she withdrew it. I just sat there and reminded Troy they were allowed to do whatever. Frankly, I don’t know how Amanda would explain herself to her mother should the photos taken while she rummaged Troy’s rectum got into her hands.

Kristen and my little Sophia were much more interested in Troy’s boyhood. They rubbed it; squeezed it; and were the first to shove the cotton swab up his urethra. Troy cried out in pain as they inserted it. I had to reassure them and tell them to push it in further. Every scream and moan was music to my ears. They must have shoved that swab three or four inches up his shaft. Every push brought some pain to Troy. He tried to stop them and I slapped the belt across his chest. He got the message. Funny, after watching the two of them do that, the other two wanted to do it for themselves.

They decided to find objects they could “put in his butt”. I remembered reading somewhere about using a carrot to impale a kid, and I went into the kitchen to find one. When I returned, they had the tip of a dust mop handle stuck in him and there sat Kristen pulling up on his penis. It was funny, but I was concerned about having to replace the mop when they were done with it. I had to reground myself during that activity as they wanted to see how far up him they could shove it. I stepped in to limit them by drawing a line on the handle at the six inch mark. I could just see myself trying to explain to some emergency room doctor how my kid tore his intestinal wall.

Amanda found the sewing needle. She wanted to see how what giving him a shot in his penis head would work. I cautioned that before she stuck that through his penis she’d better have the others holding him down. They did and then she did—right through the glans. Of course, Troy screamed in pain and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Then Kristen had an idea. “Let’s stick it in his olives down there”. She was pointing at his testicles. So, while the other three held him down Amanda didn’t hesitate to spear his right nut with that needle. Again, Troy responded with an agonizing scream. Good thing we were acres from the neighbors or they’d think someone was being murdered in here. After Kristen took the needle and stabbed his other ball, I decided one stabbing a night for his genitals would be enough and channeled them to his backside for more “shots”. He must have been a sick boy because each girl took multiple turns jabbing his rounded ass with that needle. One time I thought they might lose it in there. Beth shoved that sucker into his ass cheek up so deep only about an eighth of an inch of the eye end was showing. Thank God she stopped before it got buried in there.

After supper, Kristen spent hours rubbing the boy’s erection as they watched television. He calmed down considerably and accepted his situation as she did so. I took pictures of that. It looked so loving that I was concerned Troy wasn’t going to feel any punishment from it. The other girls were glued to the television show. I was worried they might be losing interest in Troy.

Then, I believe it was Sophia who suggested they take him for a walk around the block so other people could see him. She and Amanda tried to secure the string around his penis, but no matter how tight they tied it the string slipped off right over his glans. I think it was the looseness of the skin on his penis, anyway it didn’t stay on. Not to be beaten by this, the girls tied it over the base of the shaft and down under his scrotum. They tightened it until he complained about it hurting and tied it off. I shared with the girls how when I grew up on the farm, my father would put big rubber bands around the calves’ balls and in a few days they’d just fall off rendering them steers. Of course, that brought a mixture of laughter and “oooooo”s. Kristen, true to form, said, “Hey let’s do that to Troy!” I waited and let fright set in for Troy, before I nixed the idea. After all, even though I found the concept arousing, I’m not totally sadistic, and I am his mother.

The girls did take him on a walk around the block. When they got back they talked about the passing vehicles honking, neighbors out mowing their lawns stopping to get a closer look and chatting about what was going on, and other kids actually feeling Troy’s package with their blessing. Troy was totally embarrassed and I loved it. The experience was a great precursor to what was to follow. I was curious how Troy was going to do the following day. We were all going to a public beach and he was going naked.

Well, at 8 a.m. the next morning the girls and a completely nude twelve year old boy showed up for breakfast. Troy was beginning to lose his embarrassment with the girls as he was no longer erect. I found that a little bothersome. His circumcised, five inch boner was a thrill for me to look at and occasionally stroke. How did I know it was five inches? Well, the girls measured it the night before. I did tell him he was to sit with his legs spread wide apart so we could all see his boy parts, and, if so moved, the girls or I could play with his penis. He spread his legs and didn’t even argue. It was bothersome. Amanda took a couple of pictures of him at breakfast.

I directed the girls to finish up and go up to get their swimsuits on. Troy asked about his. I reiterated that he didn’t need to worry about one because he’d be nude the entire time. Ahhhh, there it was. His peter started to stand up and he got argumentative. I told him to watch his mouth or he’d be nude anytime we went to the beach that summer. He kept on and I passed sentence. “You will not wear a suit at any time the rest of the year. Get used to it Troy, you’re nude whenever and wherever you swim this summer. And, I’ll make sure we go swimming at least once a week.” He was so frustrated he started crying. He slammed a plate down on the table and I swatted his bare ass so hard my hand hurt and a clear handprint showed up on his cheeks. I know it hurt him as well. The handprint was still visible when we loaded the car fifteen minutes later. “Sophia, pull your brother to the car by his penis.” She did.

I was nervous as we unloaded at Hampton Beach. What would the other people present think about my naked son? What kind of judgmental bullshit would I suffer from people who didn’t even know us? Three of the girls ran toward the surf as Sophia pulling her brother by his penis and I walked slowly with blankets and chairs looking to stake out our spot. As was expected, the “naked boy” did turn some heads and was one of the most interesting things on the beach. I’m sure he was the topic of many remarks and conversations among the other beach goers.

As we placed the blankets and chairs in place, a middle aged lady walked up with her husband. “He is a beautiful little boy. Stand up, son, let us have a good look at you.” I nodded in a way to instruct Troy to stand for the examination. “He’s just gorgeous. Nice boy parts too. Oh, George, he’s got a stiffie.” Troy was totally embarrassed. I couldn’t resist.

“Would you like to put the sunscreen on him?”

I thought Troy would bolt. He had a panicked look on his face. The lady just said, “Oh I don’t know. He doesn’t look like he wants me to.” Which, unbeknownst to her, is exactly why I wanted her to do it.

“It’s really not up to him. He’s learning that little boys and their boy parts are perfectly normal and everyone has seen and touched them at some time. Having a stranger put the sunscreen on him is a great way to send that message.”

“Well, if you insist. We don’t want him to burn, especially in those places do we?” She took the tube of sunscreen from me and squirted a line in her hand. To my surprise and I’m sure Troy’s she went directly to his penis first. She slid her hand back and forth on the hardened shaft. As she squirted more on her hand and began massaging his boy sack, her husband George stood there and watched. “So what about your daughters?”

“Oh this is Sophia. She’s my daughter. The others are just her friends.” We both glanced down toward the beach where the other three girls were getting used to the water.

“I mean, why only your son? Why does he have to be naked and not the girls?”

“It’s the whole boys shouldn’t be modest thing. I decided he needed the opportunity to get used to being naked in public. The girls are loving it. They spent the last night examining and exploring his body. So, really it’s good for them too. They’re learning about boys and their bodies. Even more, I like it because it is a statement that boys aren’t dominant over women and girls. If anything, it should be the other way around.”

“Interesting. Did you hear that George?” The old man just nodded to acknowledge he’d heard what I said. “George and I raised our three sons in a similar fashion. We made them present themselves naked at various family and friend functions, for pretty much the same reasons. I don’t know if you feel it or not, but it was somewhat arousing for me as well to make them exhibit their boy parts to others.” She continued rubbing his penis and ball sack the whole time. I could see Troy becoming bored and concerned but that pecker was still hard as a rock. “Don’t you love feeling their little appendages when their stiff like this? It’s almost more rewarding than feeling a grown man for me.” She lightly slapped his hip. “Roll over, Honey, let Granny put some on that pretty little bottom for you.” Troy rolled over, most likely to hide his more ‘private’ parts from further fondling. She began sliding her hands over his butt cheeks in a circular fashion, “Aren’t their little bottoms so smooth. They’re firm but soft too. Oh, Honey, he’ll lose those ugly tan lines if you keep him nude. That’ll be sooo pretty.” She rubbed the side of her hand up and down Troy’s crack. “Ever put your finger in his hole?”

Wow that was direct. “What?”

“Did you ever put your finger in his hole? You know,” she spread his cheeks exposing his anus, “in here?”

“No, I can’t say that I have.”

“They hate it. But you should do it anyway. I always fingered my boys when I was going to give them enemas. I even took their temperatures rectally whenever they were sick. I did that right up until they were fourteen or so. God, they hated that. Didn’t they George?”

“Yes, Dear, but could you blame them?”

“Well, you have to admit, they didn’t fake being sick to my knowledge. They went to school without complaint and if they said they were sick you could almost guarantee they were.” Then the lady started again, “But I enjoyed doing those things to them. It humiliated them so much. It kept them grounded in the fact that they were still little boys and that I was in-charge. Okay, Honey, roll over on your back again so I can do your peepee again. We can never be too careful with that, can we? Then we’ll do your legs.” Troy moved slowly but complied. As he plopped down again it was clear he still had a throbbing erection. She took his penis in her hands again and rolled it back and forth between her lotion covered palms. Actually, watching that and through our discussion, I was picking up ideas about humiliating him at home from this lady. “So, tell me, do your mom and dad use a belt to spank you?”

“Yes.” Troy was somewhat indignant with that question.

“Oh, I used to love to whip their butts when they were in trouble, but I really enjoyed watching George whip them even more. Do you like watching your husband whip his backside?”

“I’m divorced and his father isn’t in the picture.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. You need to find a man to whip him for you. Men really can put the hurt on boys where women aren’t so good at it. They are really impressive when you watch them whip a naked boy. The snap the belt makes is loud and echoes and the boys lurch forward all the time crying out in pain. I just love it. I know when George whipped the boys very often he’d leave welts and bruises. They literally couldn’t sit down for a week. I guess they send a stronger message to little boys than mothers do. Anyway, when you watch that their little boy parts giggle around with each snap. It’s comical. Sometimes, and this sounds impossible, the boys got erections while they were getting their asses beaten. Go figure.”

I was getting horny envisioning Troy getting a belting from a strong man. I just continued to take it all in as this lady kept expounding. I’d love to watch Troy getting it.

As the woman came to a conclusion of applying the sunscreen she once again ended up at his penis. She twisted the knob as she finally relinquished control. “Now, Troy, go down with the girls and don’t give your mother a reason to whip you.”

Embarrassed by his nakedness he rolled over on his stomach and ask if he could just stay at the blanket. I told him he had to join the girls. I wanted everyone within view to get a good look at his bobbing penis. He begged to stay. I took the lady’s advice and told him I’d use the belt, or have George do it if he didn’t move. The lady told me George would be more than happy to do it. He too assured me that he wouldn’t mind. It was weird that complete strangers would offer such a thing, but they did. They agreed to watch the kids for me so I could retrieve the cooler from the car. When I returned they moved on.

I’ll bet Troy had his picture taken a thousand times that day. I’d also bet two thirds or more of the photos were frontal. He was somewhat aware of it. I had to warn him about covering his penis. I actually said, “Troy, you know what they want in the picture. Don’t cover it up.”

I asked the girls to take him for a walk up the beach. They must have walked him a mile or two. He did get a lot of attention.

The following day Sherry Cartwright called me. She had been a friend since high school. She and her husband Richard had a nine and eleven year old sons, no daughters. Trevor, the nine year old, was one good looking kid. Of course, Richard Jr. wasn’t a bad looking kid, but Trevor? Wow! His little boy legs were tanned and muscular. He had a tight little six pack and very cute little ass. Guess it came from his athletic endeavors. I can’t speak to their boy parts as I hadn’t seen them since they were three or four years old. At the time, I’d have to say both were average in that area as I don’t remember them being as remarkable as my Troy’s. Anyway, Sherry had heard from Amanda’s mother that I was making Troy stay naked so the little girls could ‘play’ with him. She was curious.

I told her that it was a lesson he’d earned by having girly magazines. I wanted him to know the degrading experience those poor women had to suffer. I also wanted him to know being a male isn’t anything special. She loved it. She called it very creative punishment.

While we talked I couldn’t help but ask if her husband, Richard, might be called upon when I need to make a point with Troy using a belt. I told her I didn’t think my whippings were hard enough to get the point across. Secretly, ever since that lady at the beach, I wanted so much to watch someone beat Troy’s ass with a belt I couldn’t stand it. I was almost looking for a reason, any little reason, to have it done and now I was on the verge to getting Richard’s help. She said she was sure he’d do it for me all I had to do was call. Then she took me close to an orgasm by telling me, “Yeah, it’s great to watch the boys get their asses whipped. I love it. After Richard’s done all I want to do is have sex. Seeing those nude little bodies getting a good comeuppance is beyond description. When he takes the belt to one or the other he strips them naked and then takes his time between swings. The sound gives me a rush, but watching them lurch forward each time the belt hits their butts and the scream in pain…Oh my God, Betty, you just want to have a sexual encounter after watching it. The other night he laid into Trevor and I didn’t want him to stop. You know I used to swear that I wouldn’t become one of those ‘wait til your father gets home’ mothers, but, really, the rush from passing the belt to Richard has been indescribable. ” She paused and picked up with, “Shit, Betty, I must be a bad mother.”

I reassured her that she wasn’t alone in thinking that way. I too desperately wanted to watch someone tear up Troy’s ass. I told her about the lady at the beach and how she described it. Pretty much the same as what we both felt. In fact, I told her that if Richard had to come do it, she and the boys could all come with him to watch.

When it finally happened, Troy had smart mouthed me about having to be naked when he swam in the above ground pool we had in the backyard. He told me he was ‘tired’ of everyone seeing him naked and “if Sophia’s friends touch my penis again, I’ll beat the shit out of them”. True he’d had a terrible day at the hands of the neighborhood kids, both boys and girls. But, that didn’t give him the right to talk to me that way. I called for Richard. He came with Richard, Jr., Trevor, and Sherry in tow. Richard, Jr. was quick to announce, ”We’re here to see Troy get a whipping from Dad”. Richard brought his own belt for the job. It appeared to be very heavy leather and was about two inches wide. I’d day it must have been a 38 or 40.

Troy was in his room. Richard offered to go summon him to the living room so the audience could watch the execution of sentence. I let him go knowing Troy wouldn’t argue with him as he might me. Momentarily my naked son followed by his punisher came down the stairs and was ushered to the living room. The reaction was immediate. Sophia and I were seated on the couch, Sherry in an easy chair and the boys sat cross legged on the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off Trevor’s bronzed legs. Well, that was up until he announced, “Wow, look at how long Troy’s wiener is!” One couldn’t help but smile.

Sherry followed her son’s loud observation with, “Yeah, I remember how we used to coach it to stand up just to admire it. It’s been a long time and it does look like the years have been good to it.”

Richard pushed him over to a kitchen chair in the middle of the room. He told Troy to lean over and put his hands on either side of the seat and spread his legs. “That’s pretty much for Sherry’s enjoyment she likes to watch their package gyrate when the belt makes contact. Don’t you, Sherry?”

My friend was blushing. “Well…”

Richard quickly went from smiling to a more serious look as he said, “Troy this is to teach you not to argue with your mother. Every time you do from now on I’ll be here to do this again. Understand?”

There was no response from my angry and scared son.

“I asked if you understand.”

“Yes…” came the belligerent response.

Richard wound back with that belt doubled over. He quickly and forcefully brought it forward. “SNAP” and a red line crossed Troy’s butt cheeks. With the contact Troy did lunge forward, but was not about to cry. Five or six seconds later, the same “SNAP” rang out. Troy lunged and grunted at the same time. Trevor let out a “whoooaaa”. Another five or six second wait and another “SNAP”. Troy started crying and yelling “I hate you! I hate you!” I was still enthralled watching the whipping play out. Richard had reached a point where he had to put his left hand between Troy’s shoulder blades to keep him in place, As a result, the swipes were less powerful and the snaps weren’t as loud a crisp. My son’s dark pink backside was a testament to the punishment though. I loved watching his body react as justice was meted out.

After ten swats Richard felt Troy’s butt. He withdrew his hand and nodded. “I believe he got the message.” Then he brought him over to me and turned his red backside toward me. I reached down and felt it. The boy’s skin was on fire. ,

A choir of “I wanna feel!”s was chimed by the two boys and Sophia.

“First, I want to feel,” Sherry corrected. She pulled Troy over and caressed his backside with her right hand as she pushed him toward it with her left cupped over his penis and testicles. After a minute or two she released him to be felt by the children. Troy was angry and pushed Sophia. Richard corrected him. “You let them feel whatever and I don’t want to see you hit, push or yell at them, young man."

When Trevor felt Troy’s backside he also cupped his genitals. Richard, Jr. started teasing, “What are you queer or something, Trev?” With that his father jumped in, “Quit teasing him. You want to feel it too, but you’re just too shy. Admit it, Richie. You want to feel Troy’s package too, so quit teasing your brother.”

I jumped in to put the boys at ease, “You guys can touch whatever you want when he’s naked. Go ahead Richie, if you want to feel his penis grab it.” Surprisingly the kid did.

Richard ushered Troy to the middle of the room. “You stand right here with your hands on your head until your mother tells you to leave.”

With that the kids had Cokes and the adults had merlot. We chatted looking at my naked progeny. He gradually went hard while standing there. I don’t know whether it was the situation or all the genital fondling by Sherry and the kids, but it grew. Trevor was very intrigued with Troy’s erection and played with it openly as did his mother. She rubbed it up and down. Trevor just slapped it and yanked on it. Troy stood silently.

Well, that’s part of my story. I just wanted to share it with you.

(The End)