Natural Boys Love Nature Part 5
By Sir Cum Sizemore
copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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The following morning Joey felt something rubbing his stiff penis and was awakened to see Mrs. Simonton smiling down at him. "It's time to rise and shine, Joey, today we have more lab tests for Stephanie's science fair project."
At the same moment, his brother Tommy was having his anus impaled by Stephanie's forefinger as he slowly turned from his sleeping position on his stomach to his side to determine what was happening. His eyes still full of morning drowsiness he saw Stephanie's face come into focus. "Yeah, Tommy, you need to wake up."
Johnny had awakened earlier and was in the kitchen with Samantha eating breakfast as the two nude boys joined their similarly unclothed friend. As Mrs. Simonton and Stephanie entered the kitchen Samantha surrendered her chair to Tommy and joined the other females near the kitchen sink. Johnny bent forward and whispered, "Hi, guys, what do you think they're going to do to us today?" The budding urologist, her mother and her friend busily fixed something for the late arrivals to eat.
Tommy more audibly responded, "I don't know but I hope it doesn't hurt like those sticks they put in our wieners yesterday. Man, they really hurt, bad. And then that rubber band..."
Shortly, Mrs. Simonton broke the semi-quiet of the kitchen, "Stephanie you and your little friends need to go set up the lab for this morning's tests. Where are Jo Ellen and Mandy?"
"Jo Ellen is coming at eight thirty, but Mandy has to go to the mall with her mother today, so she won't be able to play," Samantha reported.
"I'll finish up with the boys if you and Samantha want to get the lab ready." With that Stephanie and Samantha left to prepare the next round of exploration. "Boys, I hope we can get these tests done so I can spend some time soothing your little bodies. I really want to feel those little boy parts in a more pleasurable way when the girls are done. Maybe, when we return from our afternoon running around town errands, I can rub those little penises and then make you pleasure each other for fun."
At that, Tommy turned to Joey and whispered quietly, "What's she mean? What is she going to make us do?"
"I don't know, I'm still trying to figure out what the 'errands around town' meant." He whispered back to his brother. Turning toward Johnny he continued, "You think she's going to make us go into town naked?"
"If she does, everyone will see us!" Johnny responded.
Then from the sink, an adult voice entered the discussion. "Yes, she is going to show you off in town. And, yes, everyone will see you. But, if they want to, they can touch you too."
The ever embarrassed Joey spoke at a conversational level, "Can't we just stay here? I mean its bad enough these girls have been touching us and doing mean things to our things. Why do we have to let everyone see?"
"You boys aren't going to find it too uncomfortable. After all, you and Johnny were naked all day in front of your classmates on that field trip to you grandmother's house. Remember? And you, Tommy, are too young to be concerned about who sees your little boy parts. Maybe if either of you had looser balls, I'd understand some of the embarrassment, but even then, no hair? You shouldn't be so modest. Though I must admit even though you're not developed each of you is gifted with length in the part that matters. And, Joey both you and Tommy have very well developed little legs. Johnny you have that cute little ass with the dimpled cheeks. You guys are beautiful and most people like to see naked little ones. Oh, they might act startled at first, but when it comes down to it all of them would click away if they had cameras. I'm not sure any of them would avoid feeling those little sausages if they knew they wouldn't be ridiculed for it. We're just going to arrange the opportunity, that's all."
Johnny spoke up, "You'd let a complete stranger feel our privates?"
"Yes, dear, but it seems you don't have 'privates', only 'publics.' Believe me, you'll like your bodies a whole lot more after today, and you won't feel bad when you have to be naked in front of other people."
Johnny again questioned the determined mother, "What do you think my Mom will say about taking me around town naked and letting people touch me there?"
"Not much, she asked me to do it. Enough talking, now eat! We have a busy day today." With that she gave Johnny, who was kneeling in his chair, a maternal pat on his bare ass.
When the boys had finished eating Mrs. Simonton ordered them to her daughter's lair. "Get on the beds, boys, so the girls can tie you down."
Tommy immediately began to cry. "I don't want to play this again. I don't want you to put those things in my peepee. Please...." He struggled as Stephanie took him by his arm.
"Tommy, we aren't going to put those things in again. We're done with that experiment. These won't be so bad", the young girl tried to reassure him as she helped him onto the bed and began securing his arms and legs. Johnny was also being belligerent about the prospect of being abused for the second day in a row. Rather than crying he was yelling. With that Mrs. Simonton put him over her knee and began slapping his bare bottom leaving red handprints as she did so.
"Samantha, go up to my bathroom and get the hairbrush on the vanity. The one with the long handlejust bring it to me, please." With that the girl disappeared, only to reappear momentarily with a long handled hair brush. Shortly after she handed it to the irate mother, sharp pains began to rain on Johnny's ass. After four or five such blows he was crying very loudly with an extremely red rear end which continued to field blows from the torturous item. His sobs turned to screaming requests to stop and promises to behave. After finishing with him, Mrs. Simonton secured the much more cooperative boy to the bed. When she finished she grabbed his penis and gave it a violent yank which again elicited a loud scream partly of fear and partly of pain.
Seeing this Joey complied with Samantha's orders and was overly polite and cooperative. He was sure he didn't want any of what he'd witnessed Johnny get.
The three boys were lying spread eagle on the beds and unable to move with much success. Stephanie left the room and returned with three gallon sized plastic zip lock bags and the ice tray from the freezer's ice maker. Filling each of the bags she asked her mother and Samantha to hold them on the boys' genitals for fifteen minutes. Just as they began the experiment, Jo Ellen came in through the kitchen door and walked to the "laboratory".
"Hi, what are we doing to them today?"
"Well, we're starting the study to see what extreme cold does to their penises and their bags." Stephanie answered.
"Scrotums, Stephanie. They aren't called bags, they're called scrotums. Let's be sure you get the terms right for the project," her mother corrected.
After the ice bags were placed on their genitals each of the boys complained and tried to wiggle free from the initial discomfort from the coldness. The ice was so cold it hurt. After a few minutes their genital area was numbed by the ice which made it more bearable.
After fifteen minutes, Stephanie removed the bag from Tommy's penis and testicles. She instructed the others to keep the ice on their respective boys as she measured the length of Tommy's now very retracted penis. Then using her forefinger she stroked his scrotum. "Well, its obvious his penis is much smaller after icing than it is normally and his little bag, I mean scrotum, is firmer and has tight little wrinkles in it. Jo Ellen would you take some pictures of it close up?"
"I sure will."
"After you've done that you can rub him down there to warm him up again."
"Okay, Samantha, let's have a look at Joey. Take the ice off."
Again the future physician began her measurements and examination. As with his younger brother she noted his penis was smaller than other times she'd measured it in its flaccid state. She also noted his scrotum to be hard and firm with the tiny firm wrinkles. As she eventually did with Johnny. After logging the results of her experiment and making sure each had been photographed, she had her mother and young friends continue a warming genital massage.
"Okay, now that we've got them hard let's stop and let them settle down again. I want to move on to the next experiment. I want to know if they can make their own penises hard, by touching them themselves. Let's leave them tied up and go down stairs for awhile so they can calm down." It was apparent Stephanie was getting to understand the workings of erections if nothing else. Everyone adjourned to the living room leaving the boys tied spread eagle on the beds.
"Man, that wasn't so bad. At least it wasn't like yesterday," Joey observed. "Are you okay Tommy?"
"Yeah, I was just sacred they were going to put sticks in our wieners. I'm glad they didn't do that again."
"Johnny, are you okay?"
"Yeah, but my ass still hurts bad. Mrs. Simonton really spanked hard."
"Well, just do as you're told from now on. Don't piss 'em off. You know they're going to win every time, so why fight it. When I saw that spanking, I knew I didn't want any of that action. Twist over and let me see your ass."
With that Johnny twisted as far as the ropes would let him. "Oh man, its real red. I'll bet that's gonna hurt for awhile. You might even have some bruises."
"If I do, I'll report her to Children's Services."
"Your mother won't let you and the school doesn't care if you do. You have been a pain to the teachers and they'll like it if you tell them you got spanked until you were bruised. Your Mom will like it too, she's been real pissed at you lately. Reporting it won't work. The adults will stick together. Just lie there and forget it," Joey counseled his friend.
"Well I think they'd better not push me. I will call that number. I mean it."
"My Grandma said she and your mother called to clear the experiments with someone and they said under the circumstances there would be no follow-up on complaints from us, only from our parents, so calling them won't work. Man, they even gave a green light for us to be paraded around in public naked so people can look at us and touch us. Mrs. Simonton did say she was going to take us into town like this today."
"Well, I ain't goin' into town like this. I'll tell you that right now", Johnny began talking brave again. "Besides, what would making us walk around naked mean for Stephanie's stupid science project?"
"Jo Ellen said it had to do with our woodies. They want to know if we would stay hard the whole time if we were naked in front of people we don't know or if we would get soft after awhile."
Shortly, the girls returned to the secured boys. "Jo Ellen you sit by Johnny, Samantha you take Tommy and I'll do Joey. What I want you to do is to rub their little wieners for ten or fifteen minutes and I want to see if anything happens if we do that," Stephanie instructed as she encased Joey's now erect penis in her hand and began stroking it. Eventually, Tommy went into throes of wiggling and groaning and then settled down. It wasn't three minutes later both Joey and Johnny went into similar spasms and groaned. Jo Ellen noted, "That was interesting. I wonder why they did that?"
"When Joey did that in class, the teacher called it an orgasm or something, but she wouldn't tell us about it. She just said that boys liked that feeling. Is that true Joey? Did you like that? Do you want me to do it to you again?"
"Yes, Steph, keep rubbing me there and do it again." Joey was completely enslaved at this point wishing only to have that feeling surge through his eleven year old body again. Even Johnny and Tommy were eager to have the same charge run through their bodies again.
"Okay, girls, let's take one arm rope off each of them and then make them rub themselves to see if they can do it to themselves. I want each of you boys to keep rubbing your own penises until that little wiggling thing happens to you. If you stop or don't do it, I will whip your wiener with a belt until its red. So you just keep rubbing until I tell you to stop."
The girls released one arm of each of their subjects and relinquished the rubbing to them. Each watched their particular charge with great interest as the boys jerked themselves off. As Joey's little ass left contact with the mattress and he began breathing very hard, his legs flinched and his toes curled as he groaned in ecstatic pleasure. The girls laughed, "Oh yeah, Joey, oh yeah. Don't stop that was cute and I want to see it again," Jo Ellen teased.
Suddenly Tommy thrust his hips into the air and flopped momentarily with a distant gaze in his eyes. "Wow, this is like a jack-in-the-box. The boys are just popping up and then laying there breathing heavy. It certainly is fun to watch," the usually silent Samantha observed. "I think its cute."
Johnny followed Tommy almost immediately. Then the cycle started all over again. The girls compelled the boys to continue the activity until both Tommy and Johnny had spasmed three times and Joey twice. At that point, Mrs. Simonton entered the room and instructed the girls to load the boys into the SUV for the trip to town. "How's the list of experiments coming, Honey?"
"Fine, Mom. We iced them this morning and then we rubbed them until they did the org...org...orgas..."
"Yeah the orgasms happened. Then we made them do it to themselves. It was cute to watch them."
"Oh, Stephanie I wish you had called me to watch them play with their penises. I would have really enjoyed it."
"Well, Mom we can do it again with them. Maybe we can make them do it in town. You know where a lot of people can watch. I mean, we thought it was really cute."
"That might be an idea."
Johnny turned and under his breath whispered to Joey, "Oh shit, they're going to make us rub our things in front of complete strangers. Oh man...."
The boys were untied and ushered to the car totally nude. They weren't even allowed the shoes they had each brought nor flip flops. The pavement was going to be extremely hot, but that just meant they'd move faster and their little peters would bounce a little more as they did. As the SUV entered the public parking area, Stephanie gave instructions to her 'nursing' staff.
"Samantha and Jo Ellen, I want you to watch your assigned boy to see if his wiener stays hard the whole time he's in public or if it goes soft. If it does go soft, time how long it stays that way. I want to know if being embarrassed publicly will make them hard all the time."
The kids left the car. Mrs. Simonton walked them toward the discount center to pick up some toiletries. Each of the girls led their subject by the hand as people began to point and smile. Children audibly asked their parents why those boys were naked. One mother responded to her five or six year old son, "I don't know, baby, but are they cute? Maybe you should walk around naked too."
"I don't want to be naked, Momma."
"But you'd be cute. You have such a beautiful little peepee."
"Stop it Momma. I don't want to be naked."
With that both mother and son's conversation faded as they walked toward the parking lot with the child's head turned back to watch the boys for as long as he could.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but the boys can't go into the store like that." The voice of an elderly lady who greeted the customers and policed the carts of those leaving stopped the entourage. "No shirt, no shoes, no service. I guess they don't need pants." She chuckled. "But they can't come in naked. Why don't you leave the kids out here with me and I'll watch them while you shop."
"Are you sure, they won't be a bother?"
"No, I'm a grandmother. I love kids. And, I love looking at naked little guys. They're very cutepinchable bottoms and all."
"Well, if you're sure. Maybe, Stephanie, you can have them rub themselves for the entertainment of the people coming in and out. You know like you did in the bedroom. Better yet, have them rub each other. Wasn't that one of the experiments?"
"Good idea, Mom."
"Okay, boys, line up against this wall." The embarrassed boys backed to the ceramic tiled wall. The tiles were very cold on their asses, but the cold felt good. Each still sporting a totally stiff penis stood against the wall gathering more than passing glances from the people coming into and leaving the store. The other kids were especially curious more about why they were naked than the fact that they were.
"Joey I want you to start rubbing your little brother's penis like you did to your own at home. Rub it good because if he doesn't do that little orgasm thing, I'm going to ask Mom to whip you with a belt right here in the lobby of the store, so get going."
Apologetically, Joey reached down and encompassed his brother's skinny little shaft and began masturbating. Tommy kept his hand between his ass and the cold wall during the manipulation. Both boys were exceedingly embarrassed. A crowd gathered to watch the boys play with each other. Soon Tommy gazed into the distance, rose to his toes and thrust his hips forward from the wall. With that the crowd, and especially the elderly greeter lady clapped and cheered.
"Okay, Johnny, you do it to Joey now."
"I'll do it for him." A girl who appeared to be twelve or thirteen called from the crowd. Others in the crowd laughed at the offer.
"Okay, if you really want to, go ahead and do him," Stephanie agreed as she wanted to observe his reaction to the touch and fondling of a complete stranger and to have it a girl his own age would be interesting to observe. "Joey let this girl feel your thing and you better not give her any trouble."
The girl came forward and without hesitation grabbed Joey's penis. "I just had to feel it, I've been admiring it for the last half hour. Ooooo, this little head is rubbery. You know I've never felt a peepee on a boy older than six. I do a lot of babysitting and every chance I get I feel the little boys, you know like when I bathe and change them. I love it when I make them hard. How about you, do you like to have girls play with your boy thing?"
"It's okay, I guess."
"Can I play with his little ball sack too?" the girl questioned Stephanie.
"Sure, anything you like. Squeeze one of his balls while you're at it."
"Really? Squeeze it, wouldn't that hurt him?"
"Yeah, that's the idea. I want to see if his little pecker will get soft after he feels some pain. It's an experiment. I've got this log book where I keep all the observations."
Grabbing his scrotum she fingered around until isolating his right testicle and she did, she literally squeezed it hard. As it slid out from between her forefinger and thumb it dropped Joey to his knees. He held on to himself as he folder over in pain. As if she'd done nothing wrong, the girl then asked, "What are the next experiments?"
"Well, all three are going to be spanked with both the hand and a hairbrush. I want to see how long they can hold out without crying. Tomorrow we're going to use belts and a wooden spoon."
"What's your hypothesis about the spanking?"
"I think the older boys will hold out longer than Tommy here. He's only seven and his brother, Joey, and the other boy over there, Johnny are ten. I think the belt will prove to be the best way to get them crying. To tell you the truth, I'm going to spank their penises and ball sacks with the wooden spoon after I use it on their butts. I want to see how long it takes for them to beg for me to stop when it's applied to their boy parts."
"Sounds interesting. I don't suppose we could do some of that here or out in the parking lot so I could watch. I know many of the other people here would like to watch the spanking show too."
The older lady who was watching the boys suggested, "I used a hairbrush on my boys. I can go pick out a good one. I'll even pay for it, if you'll do it to them here. I'd like to watch that."
"Well you're cramping my experiment schedule, but if you'd like to do that, then go ahead and we'll do that part here and now. In fact, ma'am if you've used a hairbrush on your kids, we'll let you use the brush on them. I think I'd have more accurate results if a pro does it than if my friends and I do."
"I'll go pick out a good brush. While I'm gone one of the other mothers here needs to start with the hand spanking and you can get the data. Oh, would you like me to pick out a stout belt while I'm at it. If they're no worse for the wear from the other spankings, maybe we can get the belt part out of the way today too. I do wish I could watch you lay out their balls with that wooden spoon though. I imagine they'll have had enough after the other though and they'll need the break." With that the old lady went off into the store to pickup the brush and a long wide belt from the men's department.
As they waited, the twelve year old girl was feeling up Tommy. For some reason she liked his little boy parts. Johnny whispered to Joey, "I think she's going to spank us in front of all these people. It ain't right, man. It just ain't right. We didn't do anything to deserve to be spanked. If we did somethin' then okay, but we didn't do anything."
"I know, but what can we do?"
"We can run for it."
Joey whispered his thinking, "If we do, how will we get back home. And when we do, my grandma will whip me worse than that old lady can and then she'd bring me here to be spanked again and then she'd take me to Stephanie's and tell her to whip me and then she'd let Stephanie's mother whip me too. Uh, uh, I'll just take it. Besides, if we cry quick, she'll stop. I mean that's what she wants to know. Which hurts worse? So just cry quick."
The greeter came back toward the kids waving a bag she was holding with a great big smile on her face. "I've got it. I have got it." As she approached she removed a heavy plastic brush with a long handle from the bag. The receipt fell to the floor. She was so excited she sat right down on the folding chair she used at the store entrance. "Who's first?"
"Let's take Tommy first, he's the youngest. Now it's important you try to keep each swat about the same force all the way through. That way we can get a more accurate measurement," Stephanie instructed.
"What's happening here?" Stephanie's mother had finished her shopping and happened on the kids and the gathering crowd.
"Oh, we're doing half of the spanking experiment. This lady is a pro with a hairbrush so I'm letting her wail them first."
"Oh, I'd so wanted to do that."
"Mom, you can use the belt."
"Oh, yes, I got this belt," the elderly woman retrieved the bag from the floor beside her. She pulled out a very wide leather belt. "It's a man's size 44. I thought it would be better if it was longer, so when you doubled it, you'd still have plenty of 'whip' left. Here." She handed the impressive belt to Stephanie who in turn gave it to her mother. "Which one's Tommy? Oh yes, the little one. Come here son, it's time for you to get warmed up."
Tommy began crying before he even walked over to the old lady. "It appears using crying as a way to measure this isn't a good idea. I mean if he's already crying how will we know? Let's change the measurement to having the lady give each twenty with the hair brush and then compare the color of their butts."
"Well, Honey, both Tommy and Joey have tanned bottoms. Johnny's is white so his will probably show more red than the other two."
"How about how many swats until they bruise?"
"Let's just try twenty and have the audience judge which they feel was hurt the worst."
"It's your experiment. Go for it."
"Tommy get over her lap. And if he moves, sir," she pointed to a muscular man who appeared to be in his thirties, "would you hold him down until she finishes?" The man nodded in agreement and walked over to be in position if needed.
The lady placed Tommy neatly across her lap and copped a feel while he was lying down. Tommy screamed in fright as she wrapped her leg around his legs to make sure he was subdued. Eagerly, she picked up the brush and patted the naked boy's cheeks with her hand which was immediately followed by a loud snap as the brush contacted his butt. The boy tried to free his legs but was unable to do so. Another loud smack came down leaving an oval shaped pink spot on Tommy's left cheek. Then another. Tommy's crying became loud and forceful. Another loud snap was heard. The area located by the shopping cart area was open space with concrete floors, walls and ceilings so each connection echoed giving it even more of a forceful presentation. Smack another one landed. The lady was deliberate at how she delivered each timed stroke.
Smack, Tommy began to wiggle around and the man waiting to hold him down placed his hands on the boy's shoulders. Again the brush came down on the backside which was now a light pink. Again the brush was brought down with force and again Tommy tried to wiggle free. He was screaming for mercy, but the old lady just ignored him. Smack, the contact was now making the entirety of his bottom a deep shade of pink approaching red. Smack another fell, the man holding him had to strain a little to keep him controlled, but it was apparent Tommy wasn't going anywhere until he was soundly spanked. The loud snapping sounds of each stroke echoed through the area. Sitting against the wall both Joey and Johnny showed a face of dread as they watched the younger boy getting his ass worn out. Snap another loud swat was administered.
Tommy was screaming continuously. He was even yelling, "I won't do it again, I promise." He really hadn't done anything. The old lady played along, "I know you won't, Baby, I know you won't. I still have many more to give you so just be still." Another loud slap was applied. The boy's bottom was red now and was obviously on its way to being bruised. Maybe the bruising idea wasn't too far off base. Sllllaaaapppp another landed on the boy's well browned and now red bottom. Again and again the brush made contact with the boy's soft hide. Having completed twenty, the old lady said, "Now you can go stand over there. Make sure you face the wall, we don't want you cooling it off on the ceramic tiles. Who's next?" It was obvious she was no worse for the wear. It was also evident this exercise was bringing back fond memories.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Mrs. Simonton asked the older woman.
"Why, yes, very much. I remember doing this to my boys. It brings back fond memories of what was needed to raise well mannered boys. I only wish I had made mine run nude like you are doing. Look at how brown those two boys are and their little butts too. Except maybe the little one. He's kinda'red at the moment. Their little peepees are brown too. I think they're very handsome. Tell me is the bigger one going to stay nude and get some color?"
"We only have them for the week. It'll really be up to his mother whether he stays naked. The two younger ones will be nude all the time. Their grandmother loves to watch their penises flop around and she also likes ready access to their bare butts for spankings."
"Oh yes, I never thought about that. My boys used to take forever getting those britches and underpants down when I spanked them. Okay, let me have the big boy."
"Johnny, you're up!"
"No, I'm not letting you do this to me," Johnny was on a belligerent streak. No sooner had the words left his mouth then he was grabbed by the man appointed to hold them. He twisted and wrestled a little bit but was no match for the man.
"Maybe I should sit and hold him and you can pepper his ass standing in front of him. What do you think?"
"Oh, that'd be fine. You hold him and I'll hit him," the old lady responded.
With that the man draped the still wiggling boy across his lap. As with the old lady he used his left leg to contain Johnny's legs, bent one arm to the small of the boy's back and pressed down with his forearm on his back. "Go for it!"
Slappppp. "You need to do it harder than that," the man encouraged.
"I have to try to keep them the same as for the younger one. It's an experiment, isn't it, Honey?" She looked toward Stephanie for validation. Snapppp. The hit echoed through the open area. Slllllaaappp another well placed swat was administered, but still not tears, just wiggling and gritting of teeth. Slllllaaaappp the brush left a large pink oval area. Slaapppp still not crying. "He's a tough one, he is." Slllllaaaapppp again the brush made contact with the bottom. Slllllaaaappp the eyes started tearing but no audible crying was heard. Sllllaaapp again the brush brought down with force left its mark. This time the boy gave a momentary verbal response. Sllllllaaapppp, This one brought audible crying and some very profane language. Between the crying words like "you asshole" and "shithead" were being screamed at his spanker and her enforcer. Unphased by the vulgarity, the spanking continued slowly and deliberately. Slllllaaapppp the brush again made its stinging contact. Johnny's white bottom was now red. The spanking continued and after his twentieth, the man released him. He shouted profanities in the direction of both. As he took a step away, Mrs. Simonton walked over, grabbed his hair and as he yelled from the pain she squirted about two tablespoons of antibacterial soap into the boy's mouth.
"Maybe that'll clean up your language."
Johnny tired to spit it out. "No, boy, you swallow it. Don't you dare spit it out or I'll make you finish the whole bottle. Lick that up off the floor."
The man who played holder grabbed him again and he tried to twist his arms loose. But alas, Johnny couldn't get away. "You fucker, let go of me. You asshole." The man squeezed his cheeks inward opening the boy's lips, and Mrs. Simonton squirted about a half a cup of the soap into Johnny's mouth. The boy began gagging on it and the man held his mouth shut to close the exit route. The only alternative Johnny had was to swallow it. When he was released he fell to the floor and cried. He didn't call any more names, he just sobbed. The gathered crowd wasn't sure to applaud or just stand silently, they chose the later.
The old lady, apparently very satisfied with Johnny's discipline turned her attention to Joey, "And now for you young man. Come over here and let me redden that pretty little hiney for you. I promise it will hurt." With that the gathered crowd laughed. Again, the elder took a merciless posture toward the final bottom. She cut loose with the hairbrush with each slap echoing throughout the entry way to the store. Again a prepubescent boy was brought to begging and again the crying and begging fell on deaf ears.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen and children of all ages, we are going to whip each boy with this belt twenty times each to see which was the more effective tool for straightening them out. Those of you who have observed since the youngest boy was spanked with the hairbrush are asked to remain for the duration of his spanking and vote on which you think made the greatest impact on him. Those who came to observe one or both of the later boys will be asked to rate each of them. If you have been here for all boys, please stay to vote on all three.
"Mom, I'm sorry but I think we need to have the same person do both the brush and the belt. I know we were going to have you use the belt, but then I couldn't be sure which was the best, because you might hit harder or softer than this lady. If she does it, the same person will administer both and that will help us avoid any chance that the effectiveness isn't judged on different people applying the punishment. Let's start with Tommy again if you don't mind." With that Tommy began crying instantly as his backside was still sore and probably bruised by his first spanking. The boy began begging to avoid the impending punishment.
"Tommy get over there now." Mrs. Simonton ordered. "Stephanie, you sit in front of him and grab his little ball sack and if he moves squeeze it and yank him back to position by his little peepee. He can bend over you for the spanking by putting his hands against the wall. I'm sorry I didn't get your name," she turned toward the older lady.
"Maxine, Maxine Lester. I'm the greeter here at the store."
"Oh yes, I see that on your name badge. Well, Maxine you need to really strap these boys. It won't hurt them. They need a taste of the strap every now and then."
"Oh, you're preaching to the choir, Sweetie. I have raised boys and I know how to get the message across." Maxine doubled the belt and gave it a couple of test swings. Tommy was still crying and begging as Stephanie sat in front of him holding his penis in one hand and testicles in the other.
Swwwwwwiiisssshhh sllllllaaaaaapppp the belt made contact to the already reddened bottom. The force was so heavy Tommy's feet were raised off the floor and a two inch wide stripe appeared across this backside. A high loud scream echoed out as the next lash was applied directly on top of the last. Again he jumped and Stephanie closed her grip on his little ball sack squeezing its tender contents and rendering the child completely compliant. Swwwwwiiiisssshhh, sllllaaaapppp again the belt made contact. As with the hairbrush Maxine's spaced the contacts allowing the pain to sink in before the next was applied. She was deliberate and consistent in force with each swat of that belt. Poor Tommy was quickly becoming a basket case. His knees were buckling as the continual swats rang one after another. Each time he'd buckle, Stephanie would squeeze his testicles and yank him back into position with his penis. The combination of an almost numb backside and the sharp, piercing pain to his boy parts was quickly approaching unbearable. When she had finished all twenty lashes with the belt, Tommy was released and fell to the floor in the fetal position. He was too worn out to reach around to comfort his seven year old bottom. He had to be helped by the father of two other little boys to a bench opposite the spanking area.
"Now, I would appreciate it if you'd vote on which you felt was more devastating to Tommy. My mom will collect the completed ballots. While they do that, Johnny come over here and get in the position."
Johnny bolted for the door. Naked or not he was running out of that place. He couldn't possibly bear another beating. As he slipped though the door he was grabbed by the man who helped hold him during the hairbrushing and was brought back to the spanking area under the man's arm. He kicked and screamed obscenities to the man, Stephanie, her mom, and the elderly lady. Again, his mouth was filled with liquid anti- bacterial hand soap. Again, his mouth was held closed until he swallowed the soap. Mrs. Simonton moved into position to say, "You're lucky this is an experiment, if it wasn't I give you forty swats with that belt as well as washing your mouth out. You need to get some manners boy and I only have a week to get that job done. But, I'll do it and I'll win. Do you understand me? Johnny, dooo youuuuu understand meeeee?"
The boy nodded and was put in place in front of Stephanie. She clamped down on his balls and dick and was more than ready to squeeze the hell out of him at the first hint of an escape attempt. The man who held the boys in place during the hairbrush phase stood just to the side of the boy as a further deterrent. Swwwwwissssshhh, slaaapppp. The belt clapped and rose above the rumblings of noise caused by Johnny's prior behavior. He too jumped as the very visible red mark took its place on his still pink backside. As lash after lash was applied, his crying became more intense and his stomach got more and more queasy from the soap he had been made to consume. Stephanie had to squeeze him into compliance on seven of the twenty swats. He threw up following the last swat and the resulting vomit was very evidently soap as it bubbled on the floor. He was walked to the opposite bench by the same father who had compassionately moved Tommy. "You need to get a grip on that temper of yours, boy. You know those things you yell at adults piss them off and you aren't going to win having a red hot backside and sudsy inside. You seem like a smart kid, you should have figured out the consequences for you misbehavior will hurt you a lot more than your words hurt them." With that he compassionately patted his butt until he saw Johnny grimace at the hurt his love taps caused.
Joey was now in place for his twenty. Hands against the wall and Stephanie in place. Swwiiissssh sllllllaaaappp. "Well, missy, old Maxine is getting worn out with all this exercise, but..." Swwwwwiiiiiissshhhh slllllaaaapp..."I think I can get done with this one before I'm totally exhausted." Swwwwiiiiissshhhh sllllllaaaaapp. With that one Joey broke and began crying and begging for release. Swwwwiiiiisssshhhh slllllllaaaaappppp another stripe appeared first white, then red. "Pleazzzzzzz let me go. Pleazzzz it hurts it hurts." Swwwwiiiisssshhhhh slllappppp another hit the ten year old bottom. His feet left the floor and Stephanie yanked both boy parts until he was back in place. Swwwwiiiishhh sllllaaaaaappppp. Time after time the belt left its mark. There was no reprieve, all three got all twenty.
The crowd finished the assessment. Mrs. Simonton counted the ballots and announced they felt the strap was superior to the hairbrush for severity of punishment. The comments cited the feet leaving the floor, the loudness of the contact, and the amount of coverage of the red welts as some of the determining factors. That left only the wooden spoon and hand for comparison both of which would be applied in a few days when their butts were recovered and fresh. Stephanie made note that she doubted anything would be more effective than the strap was. It seemed incomprehensible anything could devastate the boys more than what she had just observed. Maxine gave the belt and the hairbrush to Stephanie for exhibit materials for her science fair display.
Thanking all participants the boys were ushered toward the SUV by Mrs. Simonton and the girls. They weren't walking too well. Their legs were spread and their knees buckled as they tried to get to the vehicle. Once there, they couldn't sit on the seats. The pain was too much to bear so they were permitted to kneel on the seat and place their crossed arms on the backs of the seats. They sniffled and pulled the snot back down their throats as they moaned all the way home.
The following notation was made to Stephanie's log book:
"It appears when boys are made to walk around naked in public, their penises stay hard for most of the time. When well spanked they soften. I think it's because they forget their penises and think about the pain. The judges of the spanking rate the belt as worse than the hairbrush. We can cancel the hand spanking as, I'm sure it would not compare to what was measured today, but it will still be interesting to try the wooden spoon.
"After the boys regained composure from the spankings, their penises hardened again as they became more aware of their public exposure. It is interesting to note that Joey and Johnny become hard quickest when they are being examined by girls close to their age. When adult women, boys or men acknowledged their penises and testicles, it took longer for them to harden."