A Midsummer's Daydream, Part 4B
By David
daphnesecretgarden@yahoo.com
copyright 2002 by David, all rights reserved
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explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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Chapter Twenty-Seven The Fairy Maid's Debut
"Naked Davy's going to be our little fairy maid!" Pam sang at
the top of her voice. "Fairy maid! Fairy maid! Naked
Davy's going to be our little fairy maid! All the live long
day!!!"
Boy, was I ever mad! I hated it when the girls talked to me
like that. I also hated when they came up with new ideas to
torture me. Wasn't it bad enough I was forced to run around
in front of my girl cousins without any clothes?
"Nana! Make her stop teasing me!"
My grandmother sat down at the table where she pulled me close
and gave me a big hug and a sloppy wet kiss on the cheek.
"Oh, David, honey, please stop being such a crybaby. I would
have thought you'd be used to all this attention by now.
After all, you're the one who started it. You have to be
careful what you ask for."
"Yeah, you started it, so get used to it, crybaby!" echoed the
girls.
"Oh, he's not a crybaby, see?" Nana said with a laugh.
Holding my wrists together in a firm grip, my grandmother ran
her fingers over a couple of ticklish spots, forcing me to
laugh when I actually wanted to cry.
"See, he's having a great time! Aren't you, sweetie?"
"Nana, stop it!" I squealed loudly.
I about jumped as Nana snatched the tip of my penis and
playfully shook it. I couldn't believe she did that, not in
front of the girls!
"Na-a-ana-a-a-a!!!"
I didn't start any of this, I thought to myself. It was those
dumb ol' girls who started it! Just 'cause they caught
Christopher and me skinnydipping, they thought they could
embarrass us to death. We weren't hurting anybody!
When is this going to end? I lamented silently.
It was about that time that Aunt Margaret returned with a huge
bundle of brightly colored, frilly material. At first I
couldn't tell what it was, but I knew it wasn't going to be
any good for me. I watched nervously as my grandmother helped
sort through the pile of girlish garments, nodding and smiling
with the utmost approval.
"Oh, this is just perfect, darling. It's perfect. I would
have never thought of this, but I'm certainly glad you did.
It will go perfectly with his new wings."
The second phase of my humiliation turned out to include a
frilly red dress with a white lace apron attached to it. My
aunt held the poofy outfit up against my naked body.
"I found this in the sewing room," she explained. "It's a
Valentine dress the girls wore back in elementary school.
More importantly, see the little apron? Isn't it cute? It's
sewn into the dress, but don't worry, a pair of scissors will
take care of that."
I blushed to see the upper portion of the tiny apron was
heart-shaped, the skirt was drastically flared and the whole
thing dripped with lace. Red-faced and teary-eyed, I shook my
head in defiance.
"I ain't wearing some dumb ol' dress."
"Nobody said you were going to wear a dress, David. But you
ARE going to wear this apron." My aunt raised an eyebrow.
"But, you know, since you mentioned it, I think you'd look
kinda cute in a dress. This one might be a little small, but
I'm sure we can squeeze you into it if you want to try it on."
"I ain't wearin' that dress!" I said tearfully.
"Don't worry about it, Mother," Sheila said, her voice full of
acid. "David doesn't deserve to wear a dress. He may look
and act like a little fairy, but he's still just a nasty
little brat! He doesn't deserve to wear a dress!"
I watched helplessly as my Aunt Margaret took a pair of shears
and cut the threads that held that tiny lace apron to the
frilly frock. I then stood silently fuming as she draped the
flimsy apron over my head and around my naked waist. I felt
pretty foolish as she tied the back up. Those stupid apron
strings tickled my bare butt, but I didn't say anything. The
next thing I knew I was being twirled around and inspected by
four sets of smiling eyes.
My aunt was the first to speak. "The material is a little
thin. You can see right through it." I remember shuddering
as she poked through the gauzy fabric and touched my tender
penis. "Good thing you don't have much to hide, honey."
"Aunt Margaret, please don't!" I whimpered.
My stomach went sour as I caught a glimpse of my reflection in
a nearby mirror. Turning from side to side, I couldn't
believe my reflection. That stupid apron looked so ... well,
so tiny on me. Not much bigger than a lady's hanky, all it
did was (barely) cover my lap and my belly, the lace trimmed
heart not even reaching my nipples. The entire garment was so
teeny, you could see I was still naked underneath.
"Oh, my god! It's perfect!" Sheila said. "It actually looks
good on him! I mean, with those goofy wings ... I hate to say
it, David, but you're adorable! What a little cutie!"
Pam clapped her hands and laughed. "Mom, this is so great!
He looks like a real live fairy maid now! Look how the
apron's skirt is all poofy and stands out like a teeny little
tutu! It goes perfect with his butterfly wings! Ooooh, and
look at that cute heart-shaped top! See how it shows off his
necklace? And how it makes him look like he's got boobies!
How neat!"
Pam was right: with my hair brushed out and fluffed up, I did
almost look like one of those little fairies in her picture
books. A blushing, pouty-faced fairy with her chubby breasts
and bare bottom exposed to the world. I felt a warm confusing
glow as I noticed how the little fairy pendant looked right at
home hovering above all the ribbons and lace.
"Oh, I changed my mind, Mother!" Sheila said, clapping her
hands like a grade school girl. Despite my embarrassed state,
I actually thought at that moment she was kinda cute. "Make
him wear the dress, too! Please, oh, please, let's make him
look like a girl!"
As much as I hated to admit it, Sheila was right, too. I
didn't look anything like the twelve year old boy who came to
visit earlier in the summer. With that stupid sissy apron and
those ridiculous fairy wings, I was the youngest drag queen in
the world!
"I don't want to dress like a girl," I whispered to myself.
"I already feel stupid enough."
"Well, the apron is a little small, but I like it," Aunt
Margaret said. I forced myself to stand stone still as she
pulled and tugged and adjusted the fit. "It gives you some
curves and really helps you show off your butt. With your
poofy hair, you look so sweet! Too bad you're not really a
girl. I'd put you in that dress in a second! What do you
think, Nana?"
To my surprise my grandmother disagreed completely. That
didn't mean my day was going to get any better, unfortunately.
"I think we have enough girls in this family. My new little
fairy maid looks perfect the way he is."
Pam giggled. "Oh, please, Nana, make him wear the dress! I
want to see if we can make him look like a girl. Please?"
Sheila picked up that awful dress and waved it in front of me
like a toreador teasing a bull. "You'd like to wear this
pretty dress, wouldn't you, li'l cousin? Wouldn't that be
nicer than showing off your bare butt all day long?"
What a question! I sure didn't want to dress up like a girl,
but I sure didn't want to go butt naked all day, either. What
a thing to ask a guy!
"I guess ... I guess so ...." I whined.
Sheila nodded toward my grandmother. "Then you better let her
know. If you don't, you'll end up play naked fairy games the
rest of the day!"
I took a deep breath and went to my grandmother. "Please,
Nana, can I wear that dress? Please?"
Nana raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? You want to wear one of
your cousins' dresses?"
I felt like an idiot, but I nodded my head. "Um, yes, ma'am."
My face burned as my cousins giggled wildly in the background.
"Please, Nana?" I begged. I couldn't believe I was doing
this! "Oh, puh-leeeeeeezzzz!!!!"
"No, absolutely not! You are going bare butt naked until I
say otherwise. If I remember correctly, you wanted to play
'fairies,' not 'dressup,' remember? No dresses or panties or
any other such thing. Nothing but your birthday suit ...
well, that and your fairy maid costume. But nothing else!
That's final!"
"But, Nana, people will see my bare bottom," I fussed.
My grandmother looked at me. "What part of 'no' do you not
understand? Absolutely not! That's my final word on the
matter! Do not ask me again!"
"But, Nana ...."
WHACK!!! I got a slap across the face for my trouble.
"What did I say? Did I say for you to argue with me?"
SLAPPP!!!
"Did I ask your opinion about any of this? No, I did not!"
WHAPPP!!!
"See what you did? You made me lose my temper! Just for
that, my little fairy, you'll go another week in your birthday
suit. It's your own fault! Don't say I didn't warn you!"
I wiped tears and snot from my nose. "Two ... two weeks?
Please, Nana, no! I ... I can't stand that! Two weeks is too
much! I can't do it! I WON'T do it!"
I regretted my words the instant they came out of my mouth.
The problem was, I was too late! I couldn't believe I said
that to my grandmother, not then, not ever! I braced myself
for another hit. It never came. Instead Nana just looked at
me. Like she was thinking really, really hard about something
important.
"You won't do two weeks, eh? Okay. Then make it a whole
month. Yes, you heard me, pretty boy. A whole month in your
birthday suit. No matter what we do, no matter where we go,
you'll do it in your bare skin ... FOR ONE STRAIGHT MONTH!!!
And if I hear one more smart remark, it's the rest of the
summer. Is that what you want? If it is, just say so and
I'll make it so!"
"No, ma'am," I said quietly.
"Then shut your mouth before you make me do something really
ugly. If you cannot say something nice, then don't say
anything!"
My cousins grinned at me. They knew I was miserable and they
were loving every minute of it. Hey, you'd be pretty
miserable, too, if you were faced with a month of running
around dressed like a little fag! How in the world was I
going to survive that? Afraid to do anything that might upset
my grandmother, I just stood there and wiped my tears.
Aunt Margaret nodded. She looked me dead in the eye and
smiled. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You'll make a great fairy
maid for the next few weeks. We won't let you get bored. You
can clean house and help Nana with her little get togethers
and you can help me do my hair ... all sorts of fun things!
And I'm sure the girls can come up with some good ideas, too,
can't you, girls?"
"I've already got a list, Mom!" shouted Sheila.
Pam jumped in with, "David is going to have lots of fun! We
promise!"
Aunt Margaret looked me dead in the eye and smirked. "Not
exactly what you had in mind when you got here last week, is
it?"
I blinked. Several times, in fact. "No, ma'am," I replied
quietly.
"I didn't think so. Still, isn't this a lot more fun than
hanging around a bunch of nasty, ugly boys? Isn't this more
fun than playing some dumb old baseball game, or running hooks
through nasty ol' worms and trying to catch a poor little
fish?"
Not know exactly what to say, I forced myself to smile and
nod. "Yes, ma'am."
Aunt Margaret looked at me carefully. "Tell me, sweetheart,
are you having a good time? Isn't this fun? Don't you just
love playing fairy games with your old grandmother and your
aunt and your girly-girl cousins? Isn't this just the perfect
summer vacation?
Nana cleared her throat. "Do you want to go the rest of the
summer with your bare bottom exposed?"
I shook my head.
"Then tell Margaret what she wants to hear."
I started crying. "Nana, please don't make me .... I ... I
forgot the question," I whispered tearfully.
My aunt laughed. "Poor darling. He's so cute when he gets
all confused." She smiled her Hollywood smile and touched me
on the cheek. "Sweetie pie, I asked if you were having a
wonderful time. Playing fairy games is more fun than anything
in the world, don't you agree?"
Blushing red-hot, I shrugged my shoulders. "I ... I guess it
is."
"You better do better than that," Nana warned hotly.
A chill swept through my body. I found it hard to swallow.
"It ... my ... playing fairy games is pretty fun. I, um, I
like it ... a lot."
"That was pretty lame," Sheila said. "Ask him about his fairy
costume. Does he hate it or does he like it?"
"Do you like it," teased Pam, "or do you LOVE it?"
I thought for a second and shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I
love it."
"Then say so," ordered Nana. "And act like it when you say
it!"
I forced myself to smile the biggest smile I smiled that
morning and I took a deep breath. "I really love my new fairy
costume!" I hated myself for sounding so enthusiastic.
"Thanks for putting it together for me, Nana!"
Everybody laughed.
"That's better," Nana said with a mischievous grin. "That's
exactly how I want you to act when our guests arrive this
afternoon."
Aunt Margaret nodded and smiled her movie star smile one more
time.
"You know, there's still something missing," my aunt said
thoughtfully. "There ought to be something else to make your
outfit complete ...."
"I know what it is!" Sheila shouted. The seventeen year old
dashed from the table and out of the room. " Shoes! The
little fairy can wear shoes and still show his bare butt,
right? I'll be right back!"
Everybody laughed at Sheila's enthusiasm, except me, of
course. I was busy watching Pam. She'd picked up the little
red Valentine's dress and was looking through it.
"There used to be a little lace hat with this costume," my
cousin said. "I remember wearing it to a costume party when I
was little. It's really silly looking. I mostly remember it
kept falling off my head."
I watched with despair as my cousin dug around and finally
discovered something in a pocket. It turned out to be the
hat, if you can call it that. It was basically a simple
hairband with a length of eyelet and lace material sewn to it.
There were also a pair of lace wristbands, the really puffy
kind that look like a cuff from a fancy party dress. I didn't
realize what they were until Pam slipped them over my wrists.
They looked so stupid on me ... and yet so right.
"Here, put this on, too." My cousin straightened out the
little lace hat and was eager to stick it on my head. "I
can't wait to see how it looks on you!"
Despite my reluctance to wear that stupid hat, Pam clipped it
atop my head, stepped back ... and laughed.
"Oh, David, wait 'til you see yourself in the mirror! You are
just too cute for words!"
"Hold out your hands," said my Aunt Margaret. I did as I was
told, inadvertently showing off my lacy accoutrements. I felt
like a total geek. "Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! What
do you think, Nana?"
"They're perfect!" my grandmother looked at me with the most
awful shine in her eyes. "It's all so ... well, it's all just
perfect. That's all I can say. David, sweetie, if this
doesn't make you look like a little fairy maid, I don't know
what will."
"Nana ...." I whined. My grandmother slapped my bare butt and
warned me to keep quiet.
"I don't want to hear a word from you. You got yourself in
this mess, you're just going to have to deal with it!" Nana
spun me around and adjusted my newest accessories. "Besides,
Pam is right. You're cute as can be, sweetie. Please, don't
ruin everything by acting like a spoiled brat."
I stood unsteadily in the middle of the room as my family
continued to make a fuss over me. My cousin Sheila got back
about that time and she had a huge fit of the giggles when she
saw my latest additions.
"This is just too sweet!" she said, touching the little lace
hat and wrist bands laughing. "All that's missing is the
little black dress and he'd be a perfect French maid."
"I like him naked better," Pam said. "With his little wings
he's just like the fairies in our books. Even with that
little apron, he looks just like them. Here, I'll show you!"
My cousin was back in a flash with a huge picture book of
fairies. Sure enough, she showed us more than one artistic
drawing of fairy folk that looked an awful lot like I did,
from the transparent wings down to the tousled hair and lacy
garments. This generated a lot of enthusiasm, which was
exactly the kind of attention I was trying to avoid!
Nana laughed out loud on that one. "Of course, you can't call
him 'Naked Davy' any more, Pammy. Not while he's wearing his
little fairy maid costume! We'll have to come up with some
sort of fairy boy name for him. Anyway, here, let's see how
Sheila's shoes fit him."
Sheila's contribution to my humiliation was an armful of shoes
for me to try on. Of course, I had to try on each pair and
model them several times for my advisors.
"Walk across the dining room and back, sweetheart," instructed
my Aunt Margaret. "We need to see how you look in your new
shoes when you walk."
A couple of pair were some god-awful huge high heels from my
aunt's closet. Those were way too big for my feet, thank
goodness! Nana didn't make me keep them, 'cause I'd have
fallen and broken my neck if I had to wear'em for any length
of time. A couple of others were -- in Pam's words, "All
right" -- but either they didn't go with my outfit or just
nobody liked them.
"There's gotta be something here," Sheila fussed. "This is
too good a chance to pass up!"
"I can just go barefoot, okay?" I pleaded. "Please, don't
make me wear any of these! Please?"
"No way!" my cousin insisted. "Looking like that, you've just
got to have a pair of high heels."
More shoes were produced and more than once I almost fell on
my face. Aunt Margaret offered some advice, but no escape.
"Take smaller steps, David. You're not in a race, you're
wearing high heels, silly boy. And while you're at it,
pretend you're on a tight rope. That will help keep your feet
in line and help you keep your balance."
"And don't shuffle your feet," offered my grandmother. "If
there's one thing I can't stand it's a child who shuffles
their feet!"
"A boy in high heels," gushed Pam. "This is just great!"
There was a lot of arguing, but the shoes everybody finally
did agree on were a pair of tiny white strappy heels with huge
white lace bows just above the open toes. The heels weren't
so high that I couldn't walk in them, but they were definitely
high enough and narrow enough to make me feel like I was
walking on my tiptoes. There was a strap around the ankle
with a particularly difficult buckle, so once they were on I
couldn't get them off. And worst of all, the big white bows at
the toes, well, they looked like something that should have
been on a pair of clown shoes.
"Perfect!" Sheila said proudly. "A pair of sissy shoes for
one sissy cousin! Just per-r-r-rfect!"
"Oh, my gosh," I said as I stared down at my feet. "This
isn't right ...."
To this very day I still get chills thinking about my poor
feet, all bound up in white patent leather, brass buckles and
huge satin bows; just perfect for a prissy, pretty little
fairy! I normally wore Red Ball Jets, the most popular boys'
shoes at the time, but those disappeared down at the
waterfall. And now, well, my feet sure didn't look like they
belonged to any twelve year old boy I knew! Not with those
shoes, they didn't!
"I can't believe it ... you actually look quite sweet like
that," Pam said quietly. "I gotta go get my camera!"
"No, Pam, don't!" I pleaded, teetering precariously on my
borrowed high heels. "No pictures, please!"
I felt like such a prim and proper little ... I don't know ...
fairy princess, I guess, as I minced around in my new wings,
apron and heels. I hated them! I also hated getting my
picture taken dressed like that but Nana told me to act
'normal.' That was kinda difficult what with my stupid cousin
up in my face shooting her flashgun and making rude remarks
every time she fired off a frame.
"I can't wait to show these to some boys I know," Pam teased.
"I don't know what it is about chubby butts and high heels,
but guys seem to love stuff like this."
"Pamela! You're awful!" My aunt tried to be serious, but she
was doing a lousy job of it. She smirked as she patted me on
the head, just like I was a French poodle or something.
"Don't say things like that in front of poor little David.
You'll scare the dear child to death!"
Sheila shot back with, "Oh, Mom, can't you see? He's loving
it! If he didn't, would he be standing here posing and
primping like a little fairy? A real boy wouldn't let us get
near him with a pair of high heels."
My aunt nodded in agreement. "You're most likely right," she
said with a knowing smile.
Nana spun me around and primped and poked at me from head to
toe ... laughing and giggling the entire time! "Well, either
way, you're staying like this the rest of the day. We've got
work to do and I need my fairy maid to help out!"
"No, Nana!"
My grandmother touched her fingertips to her lips, signaling
me to hush up. "And why not? Those sweet little shoes keep
you from clomping around the house like a herd of horses and
that adorable apron covers up your weenie, so I don't have to
look at that ugly thing anymore. Best of all, there's plenty
of bare bottom for me to whip on when I need to."
"But, Nana ...." I whined.
"Don't 'But, Nana' me, David. You've been wanting something
to wear ever since we caught you playing your silly little
game, so now you've got it. From now on whenever you have
chores to do, you put this on. Hat, apron, shoes, everything!
Understand me? We'll hang it all here in the kitchen where
you can find it with no fuss ...."
"No, Nana!" I cried. "Please!"
"... and every time we give you some sort of housework you can
slip your new things on and do your business like a good
little fairy maid. Any questions?"
My grandmother stood over me, hands on her hips, daring me to
challenge her. Ashamed and helpless, I hung my head and
sobbed.
"No, ma'am."
Well, sure, I had about a million questions, but I knew better
than to ask any of them. I mostly wanted to know if my
grandmother and my aunt has lost their minds! Making me run
around naked all day, and then putting me in a pair of high
heels and a stupid maid's apron, with my bare butt showing ...
what the heck was wrong with these people???
True to her word, Nana made me do the rest of my chores in
that stupid outfit. That stupid hat kept falling off my head
and I was constantly tugging at the apron to cover myself and
I couldn't move too fast in my new shoes for fear of falling
down. Nana and Aunt Margaret would smile and grin at me, and
say things like "You silly, clumsy boy! All that running and
jumping you do, and you can't even walk around the house in a
pair of high heels? What is wrong with you?"
The girls were much worse, naturally. They fed on the idea
that their twelve year old boy cousin was dressed up like some
sort of prissy faggot. I mean, they really loved it! Their
teasing was relentless and sadistic, driving me to tears for
most of the morning, and yet the adults never said anything to
discourage their cruelty.
"I wonder what the guys at school would say if they could see
our little fairy maid?" Sheila teased. "Do you think they'd
like our little cousin in his prissy little girlie costume?"
Pam bounced back with, "I guess we'll find out this afternoon.
I think about half the football team is supposed to show up
Nana's little party. I bet they won't be able to keep their
hands off him!"
I froze in my steps! Boys? Football team? At Nana's party?
Hands!!!??? Oh, gosh, no!!!
"Nana! You ... you didn't ... invite any guys to this thing,
did you? Please, don't tell me you did!"
My grandmother looked at me with amusement. "Okay, I won't
tell you," she said with that evil grin of hers. Seeing how
upset I was, she just threw more fuel on the fire. "Maybe I
didn't ... and maybe I did."
"Nana! No!"
"So what if I might invite some boys over for the afternoon?
It would just be for fun. Maybe I thought you might enjoy
showing off your little outfit. Don't be a party pooper.
Maybe I'm just trying to help you have a little fun!"
I felt my face screw up like I was going to cry. I remember
at the time I was holding a can of lemon-scented furniture
polish and a rag in one hand and a broom in the other. I must
have been quite a sight.
"This isn't fun! I hate looking like this!"
"Oh, David, stop acting that way! You're having the time of
your life and you know it," Aunt Margaret teased.
"I am NOT!!!" I said hoarsely. I looked at her like she was
crazy. "How can you say that?"
"We're not stupid, honey. We know what you like. Between
what the girls told us and what you've admitted yourself, it's
all pretty obvious. Trust me, sweetie, you can play 'fairies'
all you want and we won't care. How's that silly fairy song
go? 'Playing in the garden, I got no toys' ...?"
There was a long pause. What the heck was she talking about?
"Come on, finish it for me. 'Playing in the garden I got no
toys' ...." my aunt repeated, this time singing the words.
The look on her face was scary, but hearing that horrid song
in an adult woman's voice was even scarier.
"'Playing in the garden I got no toys' ...?"
I suddenly knew what she wanted me to say, but I didn't want
to do it. I bit my lip and prayed for a miracle. All I got
was my grandmother fussing at me. And smacking me on the
butt.
"I guess I'm going to have to whip on somebody's little
behind."
"Ow! I-I ... I'll say it," I whispered hoarsely. The last
thing I wanted was another spanking, believe me! It took me a
second, but I finally got around to it.
"P-P-Playing in the garden, I got no toys." I took a deep
breath. "I ... I get all my ... my ... my f-f-fun from ... k-
k-kissing ... b-b-boys."
A soft wave of giggles fluttered about the room. My cousin
Pam smiled a very satisfied smile and said, "Say that last
part again, li'l fairy."
I hesitated about half a second too long. WHAPP!!! I about
jumped as a burning pain hit my bare bottom.
"I just love smacking that cute little butt," mused Nana. She
raised an eyebrow and pointed at me with a switch the girls
cut from a tree the day before. "Do as your cousin said. Say
it. Say that last part again. Sing it loud and strong!"
Staring at the offending weapon in my grandmother's hands, I
tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry.
"I ... I get all my fun from ... kissing boys," I sang softly.
My cousin Sheila had to get into the act, of course. "Once
more!" she insisted. "And say it like you mean it! Use your
fairy voice!"
I gave a deep sigh and did as I was told. "I get all my fun
from kissing boys," I sang in a soft, pretty tone, just like
when I sang for the girls a few days before.
Aunt Margaret smiled. "See, now that's more like it! You get
all your fun from kissing boys, do you? See, sweetie, was
that so hard to admit? We just want to make sure you're having
a fun summer. That's all. I don't know why you're upset that
a bunch of rough and tumble, mean ol' boys might show up here
in a little while. We'll let you play with them all you want.
Who knows, you might get to kiss one. Now, won't that be
fun?"
"No-o-o ...," I whined.
Sheila flipped up the front of my apron. "Don't listen to
him, Nana!" she teased. "See how his wiener is sticking out?
It only does that when he's having fun! Liar, liar, panties
on fire!"
Doggone it!!! I'd been good all morning, and all of a sudden
I realized my stupid penis was tingling on me. I didn't have
to look down to see I had a raging hardon under my fairy maid
apron. Darn it, I should have been outside playing baseball
or fishing, not primping and posing like some fag and talking
about kissing boys!
WHAPPP!!! I yelped as Nana laid another stripe across my
butt. I looked over my shoulder to see a horrid look on her
face.
"You best get THAT under control, young man, or else I'll take
care of it for you. You know how I feel about such
nastiness!"
Unfortunately for me, the excitement was overwhelming. Even
as she made that childish scissors gesture -- "snip-snip-
snip!" -- I could feel a painful load squirt through my poor,
tender penis. After all that happened to it the last day or
so you'd think it would take a rest. But oh, no, it had to
wake up and cause me all sorts of problems! I fought to stop
it, but I failed miserably; my efforts only made me squirt
harder and I ended up staining my new apron and making a
silvery-white mess all over the kitchen floor.
"Oh, David, not again," my aunt said with a sigh and a shake
of her head.
What happened next was a blur.
All I really remember is Nana grabbing by the hair of my head
and dragging me around the kitchen as she wore my butt out
with that darned switch. Oh, sure, there was a lot of yelling
and screaming, but that was mostly me begging for mercy. I
tried telling her I couldn't help myself, but all that fell on
deaf ears.
"I'm sorry, Nana!" I screamed over and over again. "I'm
sorry, I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry ...."
Somehow I was able to keep on my feet, this despite teetering
precariously on my borrowed high heels. Between whacks I
heard my grandmother say something along the lines of "Stand
up here, don't you dare sit down!" "You think that's funny?"
and "Nasty boys and their nasty habits!"
SLASH!!! SWISH!!! WHACK!!!
"I'm going to fix this little problem if it's the last thing I
do!"
"I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry ...."
After it was all over I had to apologize to my cousins and my
aunt individually and promise to "never do something so
despicable like that again." I was so humiliated by all this
I wanted to stare at my feet -- stupid high heels! -- as I
made my apologies, but Nana made me look everyone in the eye
so they could see my shame. As I stammered out the words to
first Pam, and then Anita and then my Aunt Margaret, I knew
that this was a promise I'd never be able to keep. From the
looks I got in return I figured I'd be in trouble again before
the day was done!
WHY ME???
According to my cousins I only got about twenty stripes across
my bottom for my little indiscretion, but it sure seemed like
a lot more. They thought the whole thing was funny, of
course, and still to this day when we get together they laugh
about how "little David danced and sang the day his Nana beat
his butt in the kitchen." Oh, sure, I laugh now, too, but
that's because this all took place a long time ago and I now
know how it all ends. At the time, however, I was one
miserable twelve year old boy!
Anyway, next to dressing up like a drag queen and getting my
butt beat because of my alleged "obsession" with kissing other
boys, the worse thing I did that morning was scrub the kitchen
floor on my hands and knees.
The girls, of course, loved seeing me humiliated this way.
"Look at the mess David made, Nana!" Pam said proudly. "He's
not a little fairy, he's still just a nasty, ugly boy! Bad
David! Bad!"
My grandmother shook her head. "I cannot believe you did
that, sweetie. Get it cleaned up before Nana gets mad again."
"But, Nana, I didn't mean to do it! I really didn't! I
promise!"
My grandmother handed me a dishrag and pointed to the mess on
the floor.
"I don't care. You made the mess and you're the fairy maid,
right? So it's your job! Get down there now and clean that
up!"
I took the rag and gingerly got down on my hands and knees.
That was NOT easy in those stupid high heels, believe me!
"Stupid me! I didn't mean to do it! I'm never doing THAT
again!"
WHACK!!! Down on all fours like that, it's impossible to
protect your butt. A second, and then a third hard SLASH!!!
let me know that everything that went wrong that day was going
to be my fault.
"That's what you get for being a nasty boy," Nana said. "I
warned you over and over again, but you wouldn't listen. Like
I said, you made the mess, so you're going to clean it up.
Until you're told otherwise, you're my little maid and you're
in charge of cleaning up messes!"
One more WHACK!!! on my bare butt punctuated her orders.
"That little apron is working out pretty good," Aunt Margaret
said as I nursed my sore bottom. "It keeps you looking neat
and pretty in front, but shows off plenty of your cute little
bottom in case you need a whipping. How convenient."
"It's just too bad you had to stain the front of it like
that," Nana fussed. "I should beat your butt for that, too!"
"I ... I can wash it out, Nana," I stammered. I looked down
and grimaced to see the offensive stain. It was nasty
looking. "I mean, I'm doing everybody else's laundry, I can
do this at the same time."
Well, that was a mistake. The girls acted like that was the
most disgusting thing they'd ever heard.
"Ew! Nana, we don't want his messy old spunky stained clothes
mixed in with ours!" Pam cried.
Sheila made an ugly face. "Yeah, that's ugly!"
I glanced over at my cousins, both of whom had big grins on
their faces.
My grandmother nodded. "Well, sweetheart, you heard the
girls. And I have to agree. That IS an ugly thought. You
really need to wash it all out by hand. The problem is
there's not enough time. I've got a whole list of chores for
you to do before our guests arrive. I guess you're just going
to have to wear it like that for now."
I looked down at the wet stain and felt my face burn red hot.
"But, Nana, it's all wet and sticky!" I whined. "Ew! I don't
like it."
My grandmother smiled. "Good! Maybe wearing it like that will
teach you to control your nasty urges. Now get to work!"
I just sighed, wiped my tears and went along with my chores.
"This can't last much longer," I fumed as I scrubbed little
clumps of semen from between the floor tiles. "They surely
can't keep me like this the whole summer!"
At least I hoped not!
Once I had the washing machine going and the kitchen cleaned,
I foolishly thought I was going to get a break. Instead, Nana
made me take all the lingerie I'd handwashed to the back porch
and hang it up to dry. It felt so funny handling all those
panties and bras and things while wearing hardly a stitch
myself. I'm sure I made a dignified sight standing there in
my little fairy maid's outfit with all those girlish undies
hanging overhead!
Nana came out on the back porch to check on me when I was
done. "Good job, sweetie. See, I told you it wouldn't take
too long. Oh, my ... look at that rain! I hope that doesn't
ruin my little party this afternoon."
At that point I started to ask if I could put on some clothes,
but I stopped myself. It was a good thing, too. The way
things were going I probably would have gotten my clothes
taken away for the rest of the summer!
Besides, Nana had another task for me ....
Chapter Twenty-Eight When It Rains It Pours
The sky was gray as I stepped out onto the back porch. I was
in total disbelief of what was happening to me. I mean, so
far it was the worse day of my young life!!! So you can
imagine my bewilderment as the back door slammed shut and I
padded barefoot down the steps and toward my grandmother's
garden.
Yep, I was outside again, bare butt and all! This time Nana
sent me out to collect some roses from her prized plants to
display at her party. To do this I had a huge basket, a pair
of garden shears and specific instructions on what to cut.
Oh, and my new fairy wings, of course. Other than that I was
in my bare skin.
"Be sure and hurry home if it starts raining again," I was
warned. "Don't you dare let your new fairy wings get wet!"
"Yes, Nana." I shook my head. A week before such a
conversation would have been out of the question.
Want to hear something funny? Despite all the earlier fuss, I
actually missed my new apron and those goofy high heeled
shoes. No, seriously! Remember how stupid I thought they
made me look? How fruity they made me feel? Well, despite
all that, no matter how ridiculous I felt wearing that silly
piece of sissy lace and those skimpy, girlie high heels, I
was reminded of how much I hated being completely naked! When
Nana insisted I take off my apron and heels and put them away
for safekeeping, believe it or not, I really didn't want to
give'm up! She even took away the frilly little lace cuff
things I wore on my wrists. They weren't worth much, but at
least the apron covered part of my front and the shoes, well,
shoes are shoes! My grandmother, of course, noticed my
reluctance and she reassured me everything would be waiting
for me when I got back.
"Oh, David, don't be such a fuddy-duddy. It won't hurt you to
go naked for a little while. Think of how nice it will feel."
"But, Nana, I ... what if somebody messes with my new clothes
while I'm gone? What if they're not here when I get back?"
"Oh, you said 'my new clothes'! That's so cute," Nana purred.
"Did you hear that, Margaret? Wasn't that sweet? David likes
his pretties."
My aunt nodded. "I knew he did. Getting him to admit it is
the hard part."
"Don't you worry, sweetheart," Nana gushed. "Your pretty
things will be here, I promise. You can be my little fairy
maid once you're done in the garden."
"I can't believe you said that," teased Sheila. "You actually
admitted you liked being a fairy maid! You're more of a sissy
than I thought!"
"David will make a great garden fairy, Nana" chided my cousin
Pam. "You just have to be careful. He's got a special fairy
fertilizer!"
"Oh, my gosh! I forgot about that!" Sheila said with a
giggle. "We'll have to check your roses when he get through,
just in case! We don't want them all sticky!"
"You're nasty!" I whimpered. "Both of you!!!"
"Hey, I'm not the one who jacked off on his apron," Pam
replied.
I felt my face turn red. I couldn't believe she said that!
Especially in front of my grandmother!
"I ... I didn't jack off on it. I ... I had an accident. I
didn't mean to do it..."
I don't know why I even bothered. I mean, some arguments just
can't be won.
Well, anyway, I'm sure I made a pretty picture as I padded
barefoot and bare-bottomed along the path toward the garden,
picking flowers and dreading what might happen next.
My misery was compounded by those stupid fairy wings Nana gave
me to wear. With the morning breeze those big ol' floppy
things fluttered and flapped as those they were trying to take
off. Absolutely NOT the kind of thing a twelve year old boy
would be caught wearing, especially in the nude! I knew I
looked stupid with them on, but except for it and my fairy
pendant, well, I would have been completely naked!
Oh, geez, I lamented. What if my mom showed up at the house
and saw me like this? Or my dad? I'd die if THAT ever
happened!!!
As miserable as I was, I have a confession to make. Once I
was away from the house and my bullying relatives ... and
after spending some time alone and not getting teased, well,
it actually was kind of fun running around with nothing on.
No, really, it was! First of all, I didn't have to worry
about getting my clothes wet or muddy from where it had
rained, and like I said before, the morning air felt kinda
good against my skin. Plus, the strangeness of the situation
made me feel rather brave, like I was on some exotic adventure
in one of my make-believe stories. And best of all, I was on
my own with nobody to boss me around or make fun of me!
"This isn't so bad," I muttered to myself as I splashed and
squished my way about the muddy flower bed. I carefully
plucked a single bud from each of the plants Nana directed and
laid them neatly in the basket.
"At least there ain't nobody poking me with a stick and
telling me what to do!"
When I got back to the house Nana exchanged the basket of
flowers I brought for two more empty baskets. I was kind of
hoping to be let back inside -- knowing full well the dangers
I'd face at the hands of my screwy family, of course -- but
instead I was to go back into the gray morning and pick some
fruit for the luncheon my grandmother was planning.
"Fill one basket up with strawberries," she instructed. "The
other is for plums and blackberries. We'll serve some to our
guests this afternoon and the rest we'll save for tomorrow to
make some jams and jellies. Won't that be fun?"
"Yes, ma'am, I guess so," I said nervously. "Um, where's Aunt
Margaret? And the girls?"
"Oh, they left for church a long time ago. Why do you ask?"
They were gone to church already? That was great news!
Struggling to conceal my excitement, I shifted my weight from
bare foot to the other. "Just curious. Uh, what time is it?"
Nana put her hands on her hips and faced me. "What do you
care? You're asking an awful lot of questions. You just do
your chores and let me worry about the time."
"But, Nana ... what if somebody comes home from church early
and sees me? You're not really going to make me be naked in
front of people, are you? Please don't!" I took a deep
breath and sighed anxiously. "Please?"
My grandmother sighed. "Darlin', I'm not making you do
nothin'. If memory serves me correctly, you're the one who
chose to go without his clothes." With a grin she reached out
and tugged on my wings. "I don't know what you're complaining
about. You're not completely naked, you know."
"But Nana!" I fussed.
"And don't 'But Nana' me! The only 'butt' I want to see
around here is your chubby little bare butt. You're the one
who started all this, remember? I said, remember? Answer me
when I talk to you!"
Feeling betrayed, I nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
Nana smiled. "That's right. And on top of that, it's your own
fault you got to go the rest of the summer with no clothes on!
If you'd learn to keep your mouth shut and do like you're
told, you wouldn't be in this mess!"
The whole summer? My stomach ached with fear when I heard
those words. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.
"The whole summer? No, Nana, you said just one month, not the
whole summer! Remember? Just one month!"
My grandmother raised an eyebrow. "Only a month? Are you
sure that's all? I could have sworn you were supposed to be
like this all summer. Didn't we discuss this already?"
A sudden gust of wind caused my wings to suddenly rustle. I
felt my stomach drop. "No, Nana. Remember, we agreed to make
it for one month. One single month, remember? Just a month!"
"One month, eh? That's only four weeks or so. I thought for
sure it was more than that."
I had to restrain myself from getting mad or upset. That
would have just caused more problems. Instead, I forced
myself to calm down and to speak slowly and clearly.
"One month, Nana. I promise! It was for just one month!"
"Well, if that's what you want. I guess a month is okay. Of
course, we can make it longer if you want. How about two
months?"
I dug a bare toe in the porch floorboards. "Um, one is okay."
"So, is that what you want? To go naked for a month? Speak
up, I can't hear you shrug!"
I squirmed a bit. How was I supposed to answer that?
"That's not exactly what I WANT ...."
"Well then, we'll just make it all summer instead. I don't
mind. Whatever. It's up to you."
My face went flush with heat. "Please, Nana, let's just make
it a month. Please?"
My grandmother smiled at me. "So, you do WANT to naked for a
whole month, then. Right?"
I nodded. "I ... I guess ... that's what ... I want."
"Then say it. Say, 'I want to go naked for a whole month,
Nana.' Say it."
I struggled to get the words out. I just couldn't do it.
"Please ... Nana-a-a ... do I have to?"
"Would you rather make it the rest of the summer?"
"No-o-o-o-o ...."
"Then say it! Say it, or I'll make it all summer and add a
second paddling everyday!!!"
Standing there on the porch, I was suddenly seized by the urge
to pee, I was so scared.
"I ... Um, I want to ... g-go na- ... naked ..."
"A whole month. Say it. Say you want to do it 'a whole
month.' Say it!"
I tried to swallow, but my mouth was so dry it hurt. "I want
to go naked ... for a whole month."
"And be Nana's good little fairy."
"Nana! No, please!"
"Say it ... OR ELSE!!!"
Well, of course I said I'd be her good little fairy. Heck, I
said every stupid, childish, humiliating thing she demanded.
What choice did I have? I mean, there I was, standing on the
porch in my bare skin with my stupid fairy wings, holding a
stupid basket in each hand ... and I couldn't do anything
about it. I was completely at my grandmother's mercy and she
was loving every second of it.
"I ... I want to go naked for a whole month ... and be Nana's
good little fairy," I repeated for the umpteenth time.
"Okay?"
"That's a good little fairy. Now that we've settled that, I
don't want to hear any more complaining. We're doing what YOU
WANT, so don't you dare go back on your word. You do and
you'll be sorry."
"Yes, Nana."
* * *
I couldn't even begin to tell you how long I was outside
picking fruit. Long enough to realize I was being punished, I
guess. For exactly what I didn't know. I remember squatting
next to my grandmother's strawberry plants, plucking berry
after berry, and then looking at that huge basket and
realizing it was a lot bigger than it looked.
"Crap!" I said to myself. "I'm gonna be here all day!"
It didn't take quite the whole morning, but I picked berries
long enough to become one miserable fairy. I was at it so
long, in fact, that my fingers were stained from touching so
much fruit!
I was working on filling up the second basket when I heard the
sound of a vehicle pulling into the driveway and car doors
slamming. A chill went up my spine. I could have sworn I
heard children's voices echoing in the distance.
"Who the heck is that?" I worried frantically. In spite of
the warm sun I felt my body shiver. "This better not be
another one of Sheila's stupid tricks!"
Even though I didn't have my wristwatch I was pretty sure it
was too early for Aunt Margaret and the girls to be back from
church. I mean, I THOUGHT it was too early. The truth was, I
wasn't sure. I tried not to think about it too much.
The sun finally came out as I picked my last berry. I thought
that was a pretty good thing until I heard a screen door slam,
followed by the musical sound of children's laughter. I was
pretty worried about it, but it seemed to come from way up by
Nana's house and I was far enough away to be safe. I just
squatted in the garden and listened to the laughter and felt
sorry for myself.
"Stupid girls! Stupid Nana!" I thought to myself. I looked
down at my skinny naked body. "Stupid me!"
A chill generated by panic suddenly shot through my body. I
could hear the sound of young feet running up the path.
Stupid me, indeed! While I'd been feeling sorry for myself
the girlish voices were quickly getting louder and louder ...
and a lot closer!
Jumping up from my resting place, I looked around and took
off, fairy wings a-fluttering, for a small field of corn
adjacent to the berry patch. With cornstalks taller than an
adult man, it was about the only place I could reach in time
where I could hide. In my haste I left behind the two
baskets of berries and plums I'd collected. Darn it! Oh,
well ... I had more important things to worry about at the
time, right?
As the voices got closer I worked feverishly to find a hiding
spot. I ended up in the far corner of the cornfield, as far
away from the approaching voices as I could get without
exposing myself to view. It was a pretty good hiding place,
and in my mind an unlikely location for a bunch of wimpy girls
to look.
Straining to figure out how many pursuers were after me, I
about had a heart attack when I counted between five and six
either voices or names, most of which I did not recognize.
Two of the voices, however, sounded frighteningly familiar.
"Oh, geez!" I whispered in disbelief. "It's Becky and
Samantha! What the heck are they doing here?"
I was absolutely terrified! After all the agony those two
caused me the day before, I certainly wasn't looking forward
to seeing either girl any time soon! I remembered those
idiotic fairy wings on my back and cursed. If the girls saw
me looking like this, well, I'd NEVER live that down. Scared
to death, I knelt between some cornstalks, clasped my hands
together and prayed for the next few minutes to pass quickly
and painlessly.
"Oh, Naked Da-a-a-a-a-vid!!!" one of the girls hollered.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!!! We want to play with
you-u-u-u-u-u!!!"
I winced to hear myself referred to as "Naked Davy." I mean,
how humiliating is that? Like that was going to get me to
give myself up. Yeah, right!
I could hear the scuffing of footsteps and giggling whispers
as somebody approached the cornfield. My heart beat so hard I
was sure it could be heard a hundred feet away. Scrunching
down as far as I could in my hiding place, I repeated my
prayer not to be found.
"Nana said he was picking berries, but I don't see him," Becky
fussed. "All that's here are a couple of dumb baskets."
Becky's voice was too close for comfort and worse yet, it was
clearly angry. For some reason an angry Becky scared me a lot
more than an angry Samantha. At the time that didn't make any
sense to me.
"David!!!" she screamed. "You better come on out! You're
gonna get it if we have to come lookin' for you!!!"
My ears perked up to hear a little girl's voice reply with,
"Do you think he's near? Are you going to try and catch him?"
"Oh, we'll get him all right. He's just a dumb old boy,"
Becky said haughtily. "We'll get him good!"
Samantha giggled. "See these foot prints? See how they're
from bare feet? Those are fairy footprints. I bet our little
fairy boy is hiding in the corn somewhere. I hope he gets bug
bites on his wiener!"
"Bug bites on his wiener!" said a fourth girl. "That's
funny!"
I winced when I didn't recognize that voice, either. A wave
of giggles swept through the cornfield. Who all the heck did
my grandmother invite out here anyway? The whole Sunday
school class??
"Oh, it's funny, all right," Becky said with a cruel laugh.
"Mean, but funny! Oh, Naked Da-a-a-a-vid! Come out before
you get bug bites on your wie-e-e-e-ner!
"Oh, Naked Da-a-a-a-vid! Come out before you get bug bites on
your wie-e-e-e-ner!" the younger voices echoed. The laughter
that followed was both amused and mean-spirited.
I didn't know if I was supposed to laugh or cry. My situation
was so stupid, so comical, yet so terrifying. Completely
naked -- well, okay, except for my grandmother's stupid fairy
wings! -- and in tears, I felt like some poor little mouse
being pursued by a herd of cruel, mischievous cats on one of
my Saturday morning cartoon shows. In this case Samantha and
Becky were leading the pack ... and they were rapidly closing
in for the kill.
Chapter Twenty-Nine Fairy Found and Bound
Just like everything else that happened to me that day, the
way I got caught was kinda stupid and extremely embarrassing.
I mean, what with my outdoor skills and all (translation:
"being a boy!") I surely didn't expect to be tripped up by a
handful of elementary school girls. As it turned out, it
didn't take a genius to catch me. The girls merely surrounded
the small cornfield where I was hiding and then tightened
their circle until I was forced to move from my improvised
nest. Naked -- and most importantly, barefoot -- I couldn't
run far without either being seen or hurting myself. True to
form, I didn't get five feet before stepping on a sharp stick,
which stopped me in my tracks. The instant I was spotted a
cry went out and my pursuers were on me like ants on honey.
Samantha was the first girl to actually touch me, grabbing me
by the wrist and twisting it so hard I squealed like you'd
expect one of her little girlfriends. In retrospect it was
pretty sad, how easy it was for her to catch me. I knew I was
pathetic, but I was so worn out, feeling so helpless, I just
gave up.
"Look what I caught everybody! I got him, I got the little
naked fairy!" Samantha hollered. "Wings and all!"
Getting behind me, she applied a firm lock on my arm and
pushed me out where everybody could see me.
"Nice wings, fairy boy!" she said with a cruel laugh. "These
were your idea, I suppose. You're a bigger faggot than even I
thought!"
"It's not my fault," I mumbled. "My grandmother made me wear
them. Please let me go! Please?"
The twelve year old beauty flashed a fabulous smile at me and
laughed. "No way, Twinkle Toes! Your fan club is just dying
to see you. Becky and I told them all about you. We can't
let them down."
I felt my eyes go wide with panic. "Who all ... how many are
there?"
"Oh, only a couple of dozen or so." My insides melted as I
imagined myself facing an army of giggling girls. Samantha
tugged on one of my wings and shouted. "You guys better hurry
up. I've got one scared little fairy here. He's about to fly
away!"
I started crying as a chorus of girlish voices got closer.
"Sammy caught the naked fairy!" Becky called out. "Don't let
him go! I want to play with him!'
"We want to see the naked fairy, too!" yelled one of the other
girls. "Don't let him go! Don't let him go!"
"You better hurry," my captor yelled. "He's flapping his
wings!"
"Don't do this to me," I sobbed. "Please let me go. Oh,
please, please let me go!"
Normally I could have wrestled away, but fear and shame
drained my strength so that a kindergartner probably could
have kicked my butt. Samantha grinned like it was her
birthday or something.
"You crybaby! Wait 'til the other girls see what a sissy you
are. They just love little sissy boys!"
The red-headed beauty winked a wink that would have warmed my
heart only a few days before. Now, well, just being near her
scared the heck out of me!
"Come on, fag boy, let's take your fairy wings and go meet
your fan club."
Samantha twisted my arm a little harder, increasing the pain
enough to push me away from the cornfield and out in plain
view of the entire hunting party. Embarrassed and hurting, I
was finally allowed to drop to my knees and sit on my heels.
I quickly tucked my penis in between my thighs. If I couldn't
escape, I had to at least try and protect my private parts
from being seen.
It didn't take but a few seconds before I was completely
surrounded by at least seven little girls, maybe more, all
grinning, all giggling, all wide-eyed and eager to see the
naked boy trapped before them. In retrospect I'm grateful it
wasn't more, but at that moment I thought the world had come
to an end. The worst thing was their age: none of them could
have been a day older than ten years old! And there I was,
taller and stronger than any of them, nearly a teenager, in
fact ... and I was cowering on all fours like a poodle at a
dog fight.
Dressed in a variety of colorful shorts, skirts and
sundresses, my new audience pointed at me and laughed as
though they were watching the opening act at the circus.
"Sammy caught the naked fairy boy!" one of the little girls
yelled. "Look! Sammy wasn't kidding! You really can see his
naked butt! Yay!!!"
"And he's got wings!" someone else shouted. "Real live fairy
wings!"
"Maybe he really is a fairy!"
"Omigosh!" Becky exclaimed. "You were right, Sammy! He
really is wearing wings! I can't believe it. I thought you
were teasing."
A collective gasp erupted from the remainder of the girls.
"He DOES have wings!" someone said. "Just like a real live
fairy!"
"They're not real wings, stupid," a know-it-all voice
declared. I recognized her from Sunday school as Julie
Something-Or-Other, a ribbons and bows nine year old. "I got
some like those on my ballerina costume."
Another girl wasn't impressed. "Yeah, but do you let your
naked brother wear them?"
"Maybe I will," Miss Know-It-All said thoughtfully.
A ripple of giggles ignited, and another round of teasing was
set off. Through my tears I started putting names to faces.
To my horror I realized each child was the daughter or niece
to a friend of either my grandmother or my aunt.
"So, is he a fairy or just a big ol' sissy?" Bobbie Sue
Thompson asked. Her mom was one of my Sunday school teachers.
I shivered at the thought of having to face Mrs. Thompson
after all this was over.
"I vote fairy," somebody shouted. That was Karen McCarty.
Her brother was a friend of mine. I closed my eyes as I tried
to imagine having to explain all this to Mikey and his
buddies.
"He might be angel," a quiet voice intoned. "Angels have
wings, too, you know."
Becky grinned. "Oh, he ain't no angel, that's for sure! He's
too mean to be an angel."
I winced as Samantha gave me a sharp rap on the head, exactly
like my cousins did.
"That's for sure! Besides, angels don't have wings like that.
Those are fairy wings. Frilly, girlie fairy wings, just
perfect for a little girlie sissy!"
"It's not my fault!" I cried. "My grandmother made me dress
like this! You weren't supposed to see me! It was supposed
to be a secret!"
My red-headed mistress gave me a little jab in my side. Right
in my tender spot.
"But we DO see you, twinkle toes," she said with unsettling
satisfaction. "And don't give us any of that stupid 'my
granny made me' stuff! That's all lies and you know it. You
dressed up like a fairy 'cuz you love it."
"Undressed is more like it," Becky said with great authority.
The girls all giggled again.
"It's not my fault!" I sniffed.
"Look at the fairy boy cry!" shouted one of the new girls. I
can't remember who. It was either Kathy Wade or Sarah
Honeywell, both daughters of friends of my Aunt Margaret.
"How funny! He's just a big crybaby!"
"He's not so tough, now," another voice else said quietly.
That was either eleven year old Emma Mitchell or her little
sister, Janie. For some reason I used to pick on both of
them. Nothing malicious, just typical twelve year old boy
stuff. Those days were over, no doubt.
"I want to make him cry, too. Can I? Let me, please!"
"Me, too!" said the other sister. "I want to make him cry,
too!"
"David's a crybaby!!! David's a crybaby!!!" the girls all
chanted in chorus.
I looked up at Samantha, who still had fierce grip on my
wrist. Smiling like the proverbial Cheshire cat, she shrugged
her shoulders.
"Looks like your secrets are coming out," she said. "Too bad
we don't have a boy for you to kiss. Then they'd know what
kind of little fairy you really are!"
I glanced around and blushed like crazy as my audience giggled
and pointed. I closed my eyes. Oh, geez, wasn't it bad
enough that I was stark naked in front of all those girls?
Did she really have to say that?
"Ooooh, boys kissing boys ... I want to see!" Julie said with
a typical "Miss Priss" giggle. "I've never seen boys kiss each
other before."
"Me, too ..." whispered a couple of others.
"I ... I want to go home," I sobbed. "Please let me go!"
Becky looked down at me and smiled. "But you can't go home,
li'l fairy. Your Nana sent us down here to keep you company.
Everybody wants to play with you, so you have to stay and play
with us. Remember the fairy rules: you're our fairy slave and
you have to do everything we say!"
Before anybody could play with me it took several of them a
few minutes to get me to my feet. I felt so weak, my knees
were like jelly I could hardly stand. On top of that, I had a
growing urge to pee.
Someone, I think it was Becky, of all people, cut several
switches from a nearby tree and passed them out to the younger
girls. I remember thinking that the pocket knife she used
looked just like the one I'd lost that first day down at the
waterfall.
Anyway, the next thing I knew my legs and butt were burning
like a swarm of bees had gotten to me. I jumped up and danced
around in pain, crying out, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" over and over
again. The only thing keeping me from taking off was Samantha
and Becky holding me by the wrists. Well, that and the fact
that my wings weren't real.
"If you'd stood up the first time like we wanted, we wouldn't
have to whip you," Becky said in a very mature voice.
"Stand up straight, hands behind your back," Samantha
instructed. "Now, stay still. We promised the girls a
special lesson on fairies. And since you're our prisoner we
can do whatever we want."
"Please let me go," I begged.
"Let's go over in the shade," Becky suggested. "Just in case
the grownups come looking for us."
Nodding agreeably, I allowed myself to be led from the garden
and under the shade of my grandmother's apple and pear trees.
Gingerly picking my way barefoot along the path, I bit my lip
and wished I was a million miles away.
"How about here?" Samantha asked. She was standing under a
lattice archway entangled with a colorful array of rose vines,
honey suckle and a couple of other flowers I didn't recognize.
"Perfect!" declared Becky. "We can play all we want and the
adults won't see."
I felt my stomach drop about ten feet.
"To bad we don't have some rope," my eleven year old tormentor
said wistfully. She looked at the archway and licked her lips
thoughtfully.
I winced as one of the younger girls -- I think it was Emma's
little sister, Janie -- yelled out, "I got something that we
can use, Becky!"
It was like one of my stupid dreams, watching this little girl
-- shoot, she couldn't have been nine! -- produce a long piece
of ribbon which Becky and Samantha used to bind my hands
together behind me. Standing there with absolutely no clothes
on in the midst of all those girls, I watched in horror as the
ribbon was then tossed over the top of the arch and pulled
snug. I couldn't believe it as my hands were tugged upward
behind my back until they were almost touching my shoulder
blades. Surprisingly strong, the ribbon held tight as I was
lifted up on my tiptoes.
"Please don't let them touch me," I thought to myself.
"Please don't let them touch me!"
"Where's his wiener?" a young voice queried. "He ain't got a
wiener!!!"
You see, in an act of desperation I had wriggled around at the
last second and trapped my penis between my thighs. It was
actually a pretty good hiding place. A quick glance revealed
little more than a triangle of smooth, shiny pale skin. It
was a silly attempt to hide my most precious possession, but
it worked ... if only for a little while.
"Sarah's right, it's not a boy, it's a girl!" one of the
little children -- I think it was that prissy Julie --
shouted. "Sammy, that's not nice! I thought we caught a boy
fairy, not a girl fairy."
"Ew!" Kathy giggled. "I thought he was a boy, too! He can't
be a boy, not without his thingie!"
"Oh, silly, he IS a boy," Becky said with a tone of authority.
"He's just such a pretty fairy, it's easy to mistake him for a
girl. Let's see if I can get him to show us his weenie."
I watched in horror as my chubby tormentor reached down and
gave me a fierce pinch below my belly button, right in the
middle of that delta of tender flesh.
"Ow! Becky, no! Please, stop it! Ow! No! It hurts!"
"Go ahead, Becky," cheered Samantha. "Give it to him good!"
"Oh, I'll give it to him, all right. I know where all his
ticklish spots are. I've been paying attention," my young
mistress proudly declared.
Funny, at the beginning of the summer I wouldn't have given
Becky a second look. Or a third or even a fourth look. At
that stage in my life tubby little sixth graders with ugly eye
glasses and braces on their teeth were worse than cooties.
Like I said before, if I had eyes for any girl it was
Samantha, slender and pretty with curly red hair and a magical
smile. But the once-shy Becky had finally taken center stage.
Now, after a couple of chance encounters and a little coaching
from her older sister, this nerdy eleven year girl had total
and complete control over me. Physically, emotionally and
intellectually, she was the most important person in my life
at that moment.
Desperate to hide my erection, I kept my legs pressed together
for as long as I could. But it was no good. Between Becky
tickling and pinching me and Samantha poking me in the butt
with a switch, I couldn't do it. Stupid me, I let my legs
part just enough to lose my grip, and the next thing I knew my
little treacherous friend popped up from his hiding place for
everyone to see.
"Yay!!!" shouted the younger girls. "You did it!"
"There it is! Just like I said," Becky said with the air of
an expert in such matters.
I closed my eyes as she grabbed the mushroom-shaped tip and
tugged on it. I felt a frightening tingling sensation shoot
through my body.
"Careful! You might pull it off," a girlish voice warned.
I remember squirming my hips back and forth in a futile effort
to free myself from Becky's tenacious grip. My reward was an
abrupt SLAPPP!!! across the face. I couldn't believe it at
first, but a second blow shook me into reality.
"Stand still, li'l fairy," Becky ordered. "Don't you dare try
to get away!"
SLAPPP!!!
She did it again. I couldn't believe it! It was only a
couple of days before that I was teasing this plain, plump
child without a worry of retribution. Now, well, she had me
bound and naked and was slapping the heck out of me.
"You ... you ... didn't have to hit me!" I sobbed. "N-n-not
so hard. You ... you ... you hurt me."
My young mistress seemed rather pleased with herself. She
looked me right in the eye. "My sister said I can do anything
I want to you, any time I want."
I thought about Linda and shivered. Before I could say
anything Becky hit me a fourth time.
SLAPPP!!! Right across the face!
I tried holding back, but I ended up crying like a baby.
"There's a lot more where that came from," Becky said with
frightening confidence. "From Sammy and the other girls, too,
if you don't mind us."
I didn't even try to respond. All I could do was sniff my
runny nose and nod.
"We're allowed to hit him? Really?" one of the younger girls
whispered softly. "This is going to be fun!"
My plight felt hopeless -- and familiar. I realized it was
similar to the kind of situation I'd read about in my
adventure books or see in movies or on television. Most of
the time it was some silly, helpless half-dressed girl who
would be taken prisoner by brigands or pirates or whatever,
threatened with humiliation, death, mutilation ... or worse.
In this case Samantha and Becky were the ringleaders of a band
of girly kidnappers. And, needless to say, I feared the
worst.
"Samantha, Becky, let me down. Please?" I whispered
carefully. "I wanna go home!"
My captors didn't respond, preferring instead to let me suffer
shamefully. My arms ached behind my back, I struggled on my
tiptoes, my entire body tingling with goosebumps, my nipples
hard as pebbles and my penis in a raging erection. I never
felt so vulnerable, or so scared.
"Can I touch it?" one of the little girls asked. "Please?"
Small hands grasped my penis and clumsily stroked it. The
thought of my private parts being touched and examined by a
bunch of little girls was too much to bear. My arms screamed
with pain as I tried to free myself. I made a sort of
whimpering sound as someone laid a couple of quick slashes
across my bare butt with a switch. I would have yelled if I
hadn't been so worn out.
Samantha looked at me and grinned. It was her turn to torture
and humiliate me, and she was enjoying it!
"Stand still, fairy boy! Unless you actually LIKE getting
your butt whipped," she said with the air of a schoolteacher
holding class. "Okay, girls, everybody gets a chance to touch
IT. But you have to wait your turn. Get in line, in
alphabetical order, and no talking!"
With my naked body exposed to the world, I licked my lips and
blinked the tears from my eyes. The girl I once had crush on,
I once loved and dreamed of kissing, was taking the greatest
pleasure in my agony.
Boy, who knew being twelve years old could be so
complicated!!!
For the next little while I suffered exquisitely as each girl
took turns touching and examining my private parts. What with
everybody poking and pulling away to their heart's content, my
poor penis and balls were treated as though they were
something that had been found in my grandmother's garden. I
never knew some many hands could go so many places so fast.
Some tickled, some squeezed, some pinched. All in all, seven
little girls had their way with me until I was both giggling
and crying uncontrollably.
"Janie, watch this!" Emma called out. I winced as she pulled
on the tip of my penis really hard, stretching it out a lot
further than I would have dared. My pain -- and embarrassment
-- triggered a blast of laughter and excitement.
I begged for help, but Becky and Samantha merely stood by and
watched with big ol' grins on their faces. Neither was
impressed by my tears.
"I've never seen such a crybaby," Samantha complained. "Stop
it! Fairies aren't s'posed to cry. You're s'posed to be
smiling and laughing, not crying. If you're going to cry,
then I'm going to give you something to cry about."
"Oh, let me do it!" one of the younger girls begged. I was
stunned to see it was little Julie. A glint of cruel pleasure
belied the thoughtful smile on her face. "May I make him cry?
I like it when boys cry!"
I watched helplessly as Samantha handed over the switch. She
looked me dead in the eye, daring me to stop her. I, of
course, wasn't in a position to fight off a butterfly.
"Go for it, Julie! Give it to him good!"
SLASH!!! WHACK!!! The first couple of strikes were clumsy
and shy, but those that followed burned fiery stripes across
my tender bottom, prompting me to squeal out with pain. And
deep, deep, shame. The idea of a twelve year old boy getting
whipped on his bare butt by a nine year old girl, well, let's
face it ... that isn't exactly something for a guy to brag
about.
Julie took her time, singing along with each blow as though
she was skipping rope with her friends:
"Naughty little fairy
naked as can be!
Smack his little butt,
he's a cry-bay-bee!
Pull his pretty hair
or pinch his little cheeks!
It doesn't take much
to make him weep!
One! (WHACK!)
Two! (WHACK!)
Three! (WHACK!)
Four! (WHACK!)
Do it again (WHACK!)
He asked for more! (WHACK!)
Naughty little fairy
naked as can be!
Smack his little butt,
he's a crybay-bee!"
Oh, geez, that was awful! What was it with those stupid
rhymes!!??
Unfortunately for me, the other girls all thought spanking my
bare butt looked like more fun than playing with my penis. A
line quickly formed for anyone and everyone who wanted to whip
the naked boy's bottom.
To my horror and shame the older girls turned this impromptu
spanking session into what amounted to a game. Each of the
younger girls was given three whacks at my bare bottom and
whichever one evoked the best -- or worst, depending on you
point of view -- reaction won the grand prize: to have me as
her fairy slave for an entire day! I was pretty sure they
were just kidding, but the way things were going I wasn't
going to make a bet on it.
What happened next turned a long and painful ordeal into an
excruciating nightmare. As the contest progressed the pain
from each hit enhanced the next, until I was a withering mass
of exposed nerves. Knowing what was at stake I bit my lip and
suffered with quiet sobs through the first two rounds of
blows, struggling in defiance as stripe after stripe was laid
across my bare butt.
WHACK! THWIPP! SLASH!
It was during the third rotation, at about the thirteenth or
fourteenth lash, I think, that I finally lost my composure. I
cried out like a baby as each of the littler girls laid into
me with their best efforts. I begged for mercy toward the end
but my pleas only seemed to fuel my tormentors' enthusiasm.
The winner of the contest turned out to be little Janie
Mitchell, of all people! I don't know how she did it, but
that little wisp of a girl unleashed three of the meanest hits
I experienced that summer. Maybe she knew exactly where to
strike, maybe she just got lucky. Maybe all that teasing
came back to haunt me. I don't know what happened. All I knew
was that I sobbed and cried openly at the hands of that
dainty, elf-like little monster. I was truly scared of her.
"Good job!" Becky said with genuine appreciation of Janie's
prowess with her switch. "You really made that mean ol' boy
cry!"
"I've been paying attention, too," the eight year old child
said with a serious look on her face.
Samantha nodded. "We'll have to get you with Sheila and Pammy
and tell them what happened. They'll make sure you get your
fairy slave for the day. Maybe you can get him to come over
and clean your room for you tomorrow. I hear he's really good
at housework."
"And my room, too!" added Janie's older sister, Emma.
"But of course!" Becky replied. "Heck, he can clean your
whole house, if you want. Can't you, David?"
I felt myself melt to hear all these girls talk about me in
such terms. I was a boy, not some simpering faggot! My dad
was in the army, for pity's sake. I wanted to do what he did,
not be somebody's fairy maid, doggone it! Guys weren't
supposed to do stuff like that!!!
"Oh, David, I don't know why you're crying," Becky said with
mock sympathy. "It's obvious your wiener having fun. Look at
how stiff it is! It's like a little animal begging for
attention! My sister says whenever boys get like that, you
can make them do anything! Is that true?"
As she said this she grasped my penis very lightly and gently
stroked it. Her touch caused me to shiver all over. She then
got in my face so close we were touching noses and she gave me
a little kiss on the lips.
"I know you'd rather be kissing a boy, so you can pretend I'm
one if you like."
She kissed me again, rubbing the tip of my poor penis at the
same time.
WHAPP!!!
I was more startled than hurt when somebody laid a switch
across my butt.
"Yuck, the naked fairy's kissing Becky!" Janie yelled. "Leave
my Becky alone, nasty fairy!"
That stupid little brat hit me again, right in that tender
spot in the back of my thighs, right in the crease under my
bare butt. If you've ever gotten a whipping by somebody who
knew how to swing a switch you know what I'm talking about.
"Please, Becky ... OW!!! Janie, stop it!" I cried out as
another stripe was laid across my poor butt. "I'll do ...
whatever ... OW!!! ... whatever you want. Just -- OUCH, that
really HURT!!! -- Just make them stop ... OW!!! Please!"
This was pretty intense stuff for a twelve year old boy.
Between Becky's kisses and pinches and the cruel lashing I
received from little Janie, my mind was like jelly. The link
between pain and pleasure was fast taking hold in my young
mind, surpassed only by the weird thrill I seemed to, um, well
... kinda enjoy from being humiliated. I guess any attention
I got from girls was better than no attention at all.
"You hit him enough, Janie, now it's my turn!" one of younger
children fussed.
"But I only gave him four whacks," the little girl complained.
"A while ago Julie spanked him at least six times!"
"Girls, girls," Samantha's sarcastic voice cut in. "Be
patient. There's plenty of time. You'll all get plenty of
more turns to spank the naked fairy."
"Naughty little fairy
naked as can be!
Smack his little butt,
he's a crybay-bee!
Pull his pretty hair
or pinch his little cheeks!
It doesn't take much
to make him weep!"
One! (WHACK!)
Two! (WHACK!)
Three! (WHACK!)
Four! (WHACK!)
Do it again (WHACK!)
He asked for more! (WHACK!)
Naughty little fairy
naked as can be!
Smack his little butt,
he's a crybay-bee!"
And so it went on, for who knew how long. A moist kiss, a
tender touch, a fiery lash across my aching flesh, all that
combined with the constant teasing and giggling that comes
only from a group of elementary school girls ... that was my
little hell on earth.
Ironically, all this agony actually ignited a little fire
inside me and I soon felt myself approaching orgasm. Becky's
touch was firm and intimate, and not at all cruel, not like
the other girls. It seemed that this goofy eleven year old
girl had indeed been paying attention watching us boys jack
off each other. As much as I hated the idea of an ugly ol'
fatty like Becky having her way with me, I was secretly
grateful that it wasn't Samantha jerking me off. As pretty as
she was, the last time she'd touched me down there she'd
scratched and clawed at my boy parts like she was trying to
tear them off!
"Say you love me and I'll be extra nice to you," my young
mistress whispered in my ear.
I wasn't sure what "extra nice" meant. I just kinda shook my
head and waited for something bad to happen. Instead, my
captor just smiled and gave me a quiet kiss on the tip of my
nose.
"That's okay, David. You'll do it, if not this time, then
maybe the next. You're going to love me, I just know it," she
said with a frightening confidence. "I'm going to MAKE you
love me. And I can, too, 'cause I can do anything to you that
I want!"
I remember gasping for air as she then did something just
awful to my penis. Stepping back a bit, she nodded for me to
look down. I watched anxiously as she spread the slit at the
end of my swollen dick wide open with her forefinger and thumb
and then -- to my horror! -- she traced the edge of my pee-
hole with a pink lacquered fingernail, all in a playful,
childlike manner.
"Say it," my torturer said. "Tell me you love me. Make me
your girlfriend."
I hesitated too long. Becky flicked the tiny lips of my slit
a couple of times, then inserted the tip of her forefinger as
deep as she could. This looked as bad as it felt, giving me
a devastating panic attack. I mean, my knees went weak and I
literally felt my heart stop beating in my chest.
"Ow-ow-ow-ow!" I cried. "Please, Becky' be careful ... please
...? Oh, g-g-gosh, that hurts!"
I didn't know where she learned that little trick, but it sure
scared the jeepers out of me, causing me to shiver all over,
even to this day. This was no doubt the worst feeling in the
world ... the very worst!
"Please, don't hurt me," I whimpered.
My agony tickled Becky. She actually giggled as she wriggled
her fingertip deeper inside my pee-hole. I thought I was
going to die!
"What's the matter, li'l fairy? I thought boys liked girls
playing with their tallywackers. You liked this yesterday
when Teresa did it. I paid attention."
"No ... I didn't," I gasped. "P-p-please ... stop ...."
Becky smiled. "Oh, that's right. I forgot you like boys
playing with yours. I saw how much you liked Brandon playing
with it. You loved that, didn't you?"
"No-o-o-o ...."
A sharp jab caused me to yelp, just like a puppy dog.
"You liked Brandon playing with your wiener, didn't you? Say
it and I'll be nice."
I took a deep breath and let it out. "Yes, yes, I liked it,"
I sobbed. "At least he didn't hurt me!"
Just as I nodded I felt a shocking WHAPP!!! against my
backside.
"Forget about his stupid tallywhacker, Becky," Samantha said
with a giddy laugh. I glanced over my shoulder. She was
breathless and red-faced. "Those things are nasty! Let's
beat his bottom instead!
Samantha licked her lips and shot a sly smile right at me.
"Good thing you're not my fairy slave. I love whipping your
naked butt. It's the most fun thing in the world! I could do
this all day long!"
Becky pulled back and shook her head. I was relieved to feel
her hands release their hold on my poor, aching penis.
"Sammy's right. You're just a big ol' sissy-boy. You'd
rather let a boy jack you off than let a girl. Oh, no you'd
rather kiss a boy's wiener than kiss a girl on the mouth. But
that's okay. Be a sissy-boy. I hope you become the sissiest
boy in the whole wide word, 'cause I just love sissy-boys!"
Samantha clapped her hands and laughed. "Oh, he's a sissy-
boy, all right. And sissy-boy needs is his butt whipped!"
The grinning girl then laid into me with a long, slow series
of lashes across my bare bottom. And as before, I cried like
a baby. I've no doubt I would have cried until bedtime, but
thank goodness it started raining!
Chapter Thirty The Calm Before The Storm
Well, the good news was those dumb ol' girls finally left me
alone. The bad news was, well, they left me alone.
The instant the rain started my tormentors took off squealing
like the prissy little girls they were, leaving me bound and
helpless like the foolish fairy I'd become.
"Don't leave me like this!" I yelled. "Please? Somebody come
back and untie me! PLEASE??!!!"
I hollered and I screamed and I yelled some more, but nobody
came. I did hear some adult voices up near the house, along
with the haunting echo of girlish giggles. But nobody ever
came.
"Please, don't leave me ...."
I was pretty miserable. One minute I'm the center of a circus
of horrors, and the next I'm like the last kid on earth. I
mean, just imagine being twelve years old, tied up with no
pants on and abandoned in a rainstorm for who knew how long.
Oh, and don't forget raging hardon! You'd think with as much
pain and misery I'd endured that stupid erection would go
away. Instead it only got harder. No bigger, just more
excited. Lucky me.
There was a flash of lightning, followed a few seconds later
by a ferocious rumble and BOOM!!! of thunder. Then rain came
down in torrents so heavy I could hardly see the barn in front
of me. Thank goodness the little archway I was trapped in
sheltered me from most of the rain, or else all the hard work
my grandmother put into my silly fairy wings would have been
in vain. Still, it was a pitiful predicament, and I cried
more at that moment than I had all summer long.
I cried so hard, in fact, that I didn't even notice I'd come
loose from my bonds. Don't ask me what happened. All I know
is one second I'm strung up like a turkey in a butcher shop,
practically twisting in the wind and sobbing my little heart
out. The next thing I knew my arms and hands were free. I
guess all that tugging and pulling finally paid off. Whatever
the case, it didn't take but another moment to unravel myself
from the tangle of ribbon that once held me helpless.
"Good thing those stupid girls can't tie knots," I muttered to
no one in particular.
Shivering in the cool, rainy mist, I hugged myself and
wondered what I should do next. There was no sense in trying
to go anywhere. The rain was so coming down so hard, I knew
if I ran for the house my fairy wings would be ruined and then
I'd really catch hell.
While I waited for the rain to subside I carefully examined
and nursed my wounds, the worst being my bare butt and legs.
Little scratches and red, inflamed lines of abrasion covered
everything from my waist to the backs of my knees. I couldn't
see it all, of course, but there was enough to cause me some
worry.
I ran my fingertips over my bare butt and sighed. "How am I
supposed to explain that?" I thought aloud.
Something else I was going to have trouble explaining was
bouncing up and down in front of my eyes.
"Stupid wiener!" I muttered to myself. "How can something so
small and helpless looking cause me so much pain?"
Sore and aching, my erect, pink penis craved a gentle touch,
and believe me, it felt so good when I was finally able to rub
it without fear of retribution or punishment.
"Poor little guy," I whispered to myself. I thought about all
it had been through and I shook my head. "Stupid girls!"
Well, you probably know what I did next. I didn't really want
to, but it was almost like I was in a trance ... I cupped my
slender member between both hands and I began rolling it left
to right and back again. I couldn't help myself. Heck, you
would have done the same, right? I mean, it felt so good, it
almost made all my suffering worthwhile. Really, it was that
wonderful!
As I masturbated I thought about how my life had changed in
the past few days. Before coming to stay with my grandmother
I'd never been naked in front of a girl. Nor had I been
kissed or touched by a girl. And now, well, all that had come
true and much, much more! Oh, sure, things weren't exactly
what I'd expected, but for better or for worse, life was
definitely exciting!
A shiver swept over me as I thought about the first time the
girls made me whack off in front of them. Then there was the
first time Christopher and I kissed. And then the next kiss
and the one after that and the next! And then I remembered
his touch on my penis, and how I had to touch him, and then
how we kissed and touched each other throughout the remainder
of that fateful day.
As embarrassing as those situations were, there was an obvious
element of pleasure embedded in each of them. Even when the
younger girls showed up and I was forced to make out with
Brandon ... and suck him off, oh, geez, that was just awful!!!
Everyone, even my dark-skinned playmate, laughed at me and
made fun of me. I hated it then -- oh, I despised it! -- but
now, well, the memory of it ... excited me.
I then imagined for an instant what it would have been like if
Brandon had been forced to suck my penis. I thought about how
humiliated he would have been, especially with his sister
there making his life miserable. And then ... well, then my
thoughts drifted to how I would have felt, sitting there,
stark naked in the middle of all those meddlesome, giggling
girls and with Brandon's lips around my wiener. For an
instant I could feel a dozen sets of eyes locked in on me and
a powerful shiver swept over my body.
"Oh, gosh!" I gasped at the unexpected spasm of joy that hit
suddenly me. I wanted to spurt so bad it actually hurt!
I continued to jerk off at a frantic rate. My poor penis, it
felt so wonderful to be able to rub it as much as I wanted.
Funny thing ... you know what scared me the most about all
this? What really disturbed me? Aside from the pain, I mean?
Even now I blush to admit it ... but, well, I was thinking
about Christopher and Brandon and the intimate things we'd
done together ... and I smiled. I actually smiled! I mean,
let's face it, they were the only ones who'd ever really
kissed me on the mouth, or touched me between the legs with
any kind of tenderness. Everybody else handled me with
contempt or with the intent of making me miserable.
The way I saw it, a week before I would have done anything to
have gotten naked with Samantha and kiss her and let her touch
me in my private places. But after seeing how mean she could
be, well, I thought about how nice it felt to be in
Christopher's arms. He would have understood. Experience had
taught me that only a boy knew how to treat another boy in an
affectionate manner.
"Oh, gosh!" I thought shamefully. I stopped masturbating and
I stared down at my pink penis as it bobbed stupidly in the
morning air. "Does this mean I really do like boys more than
girls??? Have I turned into a faggot???"
I didn't get my answer that afternoon, nor did I finish
jerking off. There I was, on the verge of an earthshattering
orgasm, one so powerful I expected it to hurt ... and my
grandmother's voice shut everything down.
"David! You're not out in this rain, are you? Come on back,
sweetie! It's time to get ready for the party."
Needless to say, I about had a heart attack! I thought for a
second Nana had come down from the house and seen me jerking
off! My poor heart was racing with fright, I was so scared!
Thank goodness, it turned out she was up at the house, calling
to me from the back porch. Thanks to Becky and Samantha's
quick thinking I was out of sight or I'd have really been in
trouble!
"I'll be there in a second, Nana," I yelled back. I looked
down at my stupid erection. There was no way I could go back
with that thing staring me in the face. My grandmother would
have a fit! "Give me a minute!"
"I said come to me right now, boy! Don't be contradicting me
unless you want another taste of my hairbrush."
There it was again ... the distinct, and equally deplorable
sound of girlish laughter. I remember wrinkling my nose as
though something smelled bad.
"Yes, ma'am. Be right there." I sighed a sigh of
resignation. My penis was sticking up like an eager puppy
waiting to be pet on. My only hope was it would go to sleep
by the time I got back to the house.
I looked around for the fruit baskets I was supposed to
collect. Where did I leave them?
"Come on, fairy boy!" Nana called down again. "It's time to
get in out of the rain!"
"Oh, great ...." I said as I finally located my baskets.
"When is this day ever going to end?"
Thank goodness the rain lightened up and little more than a
mist accompanied me back to the house. Still, I took my time
walking back. This was pretty much a necessity because of the
two heavy baskets of fruit I had to lug along. I was also
dreading the reception I was sure to get. Besides my folks,
there was a handful of girls eager to ambush the silly fairy
returning from the garden. I glanced down at my feeble
nakedness. I'm sure anyone watching thought I was quite a
sight, a bare bottomed fairy boy wandering around in the rain
like a fool. Having that stupid erection didn't help matters,
either.
I was more than a little worried when I found the screen door
to the back porch locked. It was bad enough I had to carry
those stupid baskets all the way from the garden by myself,
but now for some reason I was expected to bring everything
around to the front of the house. I gave a shiver when I
tried to imagine why.
As I padded barefoot around the side yard it became obvious
what was happening. There were half a dozen cars in the
driveway, more than I previously thought. Doggone it! Nana
was going to make me march in the front door where everybody
could see me!
"Oh, geez," I said softly. "She wasn't kidding! She's going
to make me go naked in front of all her friends! Oh, geez,
oh, geez ...."
Through the soft rain I could hear several voices chattering
away inside the house. Desperate for information, I stopped
by a window to eavesdrop. Nana's voice rose above the rest,
of course, and I kinda wish I hadn't heard what she had to
say:
"... so cute! Just wait 'til you see him, with that adorable
little bottom and that pouty little smile, he doesn't look
anything like the dirty little roughneck that arrived at the
beginning of the summer."
There were several other voices, all definitely female. I
strained to hear, but all I could hear was my Aunt Margaret
talking about "other boys" and "skinnydipping" and "teach him
a lesson" or something to that effect.
The part I hated to hear was "Oh, he puts up a little fuss,
but it's really been a lot of fun. We're not letting him near
a pair of pants. By the end of the summer he won't remember
what it's like to wear any at all!"
I blushed to hear my family talk about me like that. It
sounded at though they actually enjoyed making my life
miserable!
Funny, now that I'm looking back at all this, I think the real
question is, why was I so surprised? Wasn't that pretty
obvious, considering all I'd been through?
Remember, I never claimed to be a genius. That's for sure.
Anyway, I stood in the rain for a little while, trying to
think. Despite being soaking wet from head to toe, I was
terrified to go inside. What, me face all those stupid girls
in my birthday suit? And go with no pants for the rest of the
summer?!!! Holy cow! Talk about a nightmare come true!
Studying the cars parked in the driveway, I felt my stomach
flutter wildly as I realized my grandmother was deadly serious
about showing me off to her friends. There was no telling who
all would be there to see my bare butt and laugh at me. Then
again I couldn't very well just stay outside. Nana was
expecting me and the rain was only getting worse.
I was climbing up the steps to the front porch when another
car drove into the driveway. Man, talk about being put in a
panic! I drug those two baskets up the steps as fast as I
could and hurried to the front door. If I was lucky I'd get
inside and hide before anybody saw me.
Wouldn't you know it? That darned door was locked, too!
Terrified at who might show up on the porch behind me, I rang
the doorbell and waited, impatient and scared to death. I
braced myself as the sound of car doors slamming and feminine
voices hit my ears. Darn it, they were coming! How many
people were invited to this shindig, anyway?
As the voices got closer I had to turn around and see who it
was. I didn't want to do it, but I couldn't help myself. I
regretted it the instant I did it, of course, but I did it
anyhow.
Oh, geezus!
It was Clara Johnston, the youth director at my grandmother's
church. With her were her daughters, two little girls and
young woman. Young woman, heck, it was a teenager! And not
just any teenager! Oh, geez, of all people, it was Anita!
I'd forgotten all about Anita. You remember her, don't you?
The sixteen year old beauty from down at the waterfall? Anita
was the one who teamed up that day with Becky's sister, Linda,
to decorate me in flowers and together they started calling me
a "flower nymph." Anita, in fact, was the first girl outside
my family to touch my penis. I'll never forget that ... ever!
In comparison to the younger girls, Anita was actually kind of
nice to me. I remember at one point she offered to take me
home and let me live in her mother's flower garden. It never
occurred to me that her mother might be one of my
grandmother's best friends. Or that she'd show up today with
her daughters!
"Hey, cutie pie!!" Anita said with a big smile. She looked
very different that day, very grownup in her Sunday dress,
makeup and high heels. "I see you're still playing fairies.
You even grown wings! How sweet!"
"Well, hello, David!" Mrs. Johnston said brightly. "I was
wondering why you weren't at Sunday school today. I guess I
now know why."
Tall, her silver hair in a bun and with exquisite facial
features, Mrs. Johnston was beautiful enough to be a fashion
model. Standing there in her Sunday dress, shaking out her
umbrella with the grace of a ballerina, she looked me up and
down with a critical eye, as though she were appraising a
purchase.
"And I agree with Anita, by the way. I really like your
wings," she said with a smile. I winced as she pulled on my
grandmother's creation, reminding me of just how silly I
looked. "But should you really be out playing in the rain?
Poor baby, you look like a drowned rat! Does your Nana know
about this?"
The girls all giggled at hearing that little insult. I felt
goosebumps forming all over my body, a poor defense for
curious eyes.
"I, uh, was b-busy ... N-N-Nana had some ... some chores for
me to do," I stammered. "It started raining ...."
My newest tormentor did that one-eyebrow-raised thing that
always made me feel like an idiot. Feeling desperately
exposed, I held one basket behind me and the other in front,
as though that was going to hide the fact that I was as naked
as a jaybird. Mrs. Johnston laughed and shook her head.
"I think it's a little late to try and hide anything, silly
boy. But I appreciate the effort. You remember the twins,
Lindsey and Whitney? Anita has told us so much about you.
I'm glad to see it's mostly true."
I shook my head. That wasn't good news at all. What with
Anita's big mouth, every ugly detail of what happened to me
that awful day with Christopher was at risk. This was the
very same Anita, remember, who'd taught me the words to the
dreadful "Fairy Song." That memory in itself was enough to
put the fear of God in me, as much misery as that stupid
little ditty caused me the past few days.
"Oh, I know David quite well, Mother," Anita said, her eyes
locked on my nude form. "He's my little flower fairy. Aren't
you, cutie pie?"
As if I wasn't already blushing my face turned red at hearing
the "F-word" -- "F" for "fairy," not that other word, you
goof! -- in front of all those people, Anita went on,
determined to embarrass the crap out of me.
"I told my sisters all about you playing 'fairies' with
Christopher the other day. They just love fairies and they've
been bugging me about seeing you ever since. Say hello to a
real live fairy, girls!"
After all I'd been through, I hated having to face those two
little girls. Wide-eyed and bearing huge grins, they couldn't
have been older than nine or ten at the time. And here I was,
a twelve year old boy, naked as a newborn baby, standing
helplessly before them. I should have been in my baseball
uniform or wearing my dad's old army jacket. It's tough
impressing girls when all you're wearing is your birthday suit
and an embarrassed smile. This just wasn't right!
Funny, how neither of the twins made eye contact with me while
we talked; they were both too busy staring at my penis and my
bare butt, of course! I continued to try and hide myself
behind the basket of strawberries, but it was as useless as it
was ridiculous.
"Hi, little fairy," the twins said with grins and giggles.
One of them, I couldn't tell which, pointed at me and said in
a loud voice, "Your thingie is sticking out. That looks
funny!"
I dared a glance toward Mrs. Johnston. She just smiled at me,
raising one eyebrow as though she expected me to explain
myself. It was her sixteen year old daughter, unfortunately,
who spoke up.
"That's probably 'cause he's been out kissing boys. It always
sticks out when he's kissing boys. Tell Lindsey and Whitney
about kissing boys," ordered Anita, her eyes locked on mine.
"I can't wait for you guys to see David kiss a boy! It is so
cute!"
I about had a heart attack! I shot another guilty glance up
at Mrs. Johnston, who still had that raised eyebrow look on
her face.
"Don't look at me, honey. I don't know any more about it than
what Anita told me. Though I have to admit that I'm kind of
curious about this boy-kissing-boy-stuff myself."
I tried to swallow, but a huge lump in my throat almost caused
me to strangle.
"I, um ... that's not exactly how it ... I mean, I don't think
...."
"To heck with kissing boys," Lindsey -- or was it Whitney? --
said whimsically. Staring right at my wiener, she licked her
lips and smiled. "I want to know if you are going to stay
like this for the party? If so, you're going to attract an
awful lot of attention if any more girls show up."
It was at that moment that Nana opened the front door, thank
goodness! Her appearance was both a blessing and a curse.
"Greetings everybody! Welcome to our little party!" My
grandmother looked at me and grinned. "Oh, there you are,
David. You can show off to your little girlfriends later.
You've got visitors to attend to, but you really have to clean
yourself up first!"
I wanted to run into the house and go hide somewhere, but Nana
insisted I let our guests go in ahead of me. No matter that
my arms were aching from carrying those two baskets of fruit
for who-knows-how-long. After handing them off to my
grandmother, I was instructed to wash myself off at the old
well. Good thing, too, as I had mud all over my legs and
feet. It must have taken me ten minutes to get the grime
cleared out from between my toes. When I got back on the
porch I was handed a small towel.
"Here, hurry up and dry yourself off, slowpoke," Nana
instructed. "I don't want you dripping all over my good
floor. You didn't ruin my wings, did you?"
I shrugged. "I, um, don't think so, Nana."
"You better not have. And don't take so long. I've got a
surprise for you!"
"I don't want any more surprises," I said bitterly. "I
already met Mrs. Johnston and all those stupid girls."
Glancing out the window at the cars in the driveway, I
wondered if any boys showed up. "Who else is here? You
didn't let any of the guys come, did you?"
A sharp RAP!!! on top of my head caught my attention.
"It's none of your business who else is here, nosy boy! You
mind your own business and everything else will take care of
itself. Now, hurry up ... people are already here and we're
running late!"
"Can I go to my room?" I asked as I entered the front foyer.
I looked about to make sure there was nobody to see me and
tease me. "Please, Nana? I don't feel so good."
RAP!!! Oh, wow, now my head REALLY hurt!
"What did I just tell you? No, you cannot go to your room.
It's locked up, remember? Now come with me ... we've got work
to do instead. Like I said, I've got a special surprise for
you."
Chapter Thirty-One A New Set of Rules
Nana pulled me toward the main stairway. I could hear
feminine voices coming from the living room, but I knew better
than to ask what was going on; my head still ached from
getting rapped. Instead, I obediently followed my grandmother
upstairs to the master bathroom, wondering when this craziness
was ever going to end.
First things first, of course. Nana undid my fairy wings,
leaving me completely and totally naked for the first time
since breakfast. She then pushed me toward the tub and told
me to take a bath and clean up my grimy face and hair. All
this was done in an old claw-footed tub as old as my
grandmother, probably even older.
"I'm going to go dry off your fairy wings before they're
completely ruined," Nana explained. "I'll be back in a few
minutes. Meanwhile, soap up and wash yourself good. You
don't want me to have to do it for you."
"Yes, ma'am."
She pointed between my legs. "And if you don't do something
about THAT, I'm going to cut it off! Do you understand me???"
Rats! I'd forgotten all about my erection. I tried to
swallow, but it hurt. "Yes, ma'am."
Stupid penis!
I did exactly as I was told, making sure to wash myself
thoroughly everywhere I could reach. I did it twice, in fact,
to ensure I wasn't punished for being careless. The only
thing I didn't do was get rid of that goofy erection. I was
terrified of what Nana might do if I didn't, but the only way
I knew to get rid of it was, well, masturbate. Of course, I
also knew if she caught me playing with myself I'd get the
beating of my life. I didn't really think she'd cut it off,
of course, but still, I didn't want her mad at me. Also, just
in case she was serious about making me go naked in front of
her friends, I sure didn't want to do so with my dick sticking
up in the air!
"Oh, heck," I said to myself. "Darned if you do, darned if
you don't ...."
I was just about to start jerking off beneath the soapy bath
water when Nana came back with a handful of shampoo and
conditioner bottles.
"Wake up, lazy boy! We have to get going. Our guests are
getting restless and we're not even close to being ready. I
put the girls in charge of setting up the snacks, but you'll
have to serve once we get downstairs. Here, stand up so I can
wash you hair real quick."
I watched anxiously as she rummaged through the cabinet where
Aunt Margaret stowed her douche bag. Glancing guiltily at the
rubber contraption hanging within, I stammered out a question.
"We ... you're ... not g-g-going to use ... THAT ... on me,
are you Nana?"
My grandmother shot me a quizzical look. She then looked at
the bag and laughed.
"Well, it all depends, sweetie. Do you need me to? Do you
feel dirty in your bottom? Do you need to go poop?"
I quickly shook my head. "No, ma'am!"
Nana smiled. "Then I guess we'll go without ... this time."
I sighed a sigh of relief like you would NOT believe!!!
My heartbeat suddenly quickened as I heard the doorbell ring
and a fresh wave of girlish laughter come from the front of
the house. This wasn't sounding good at all! I was shaking
like a little frightened bunny rabbit as I scooted around the
tub and stood up.
"I thought I told you to get rid of your stiffie," Nana said
acidly. "Can't you do anything right?"
"I ... I can't help it," I said breathlessly. "It ... it just
does it on it's own, Nana. Honest! I ... can't help it."
My grandmother shot me a skeptical look. "Fine," she spat.
"You can't control yourself, then just leave it be, then.
Don't you dare touch it, or else I'll wear your butt out! You
hear me? At least your apron will cover it up. Hopefully you
won't disgrace yourself by playing with it in front of my
friends and making another mess all over everything. Maybe I
ought to clean your bottom with that douche bag after all!"
With my blond locks reaching well past my neck and nearly
touching my shoulders, there was a lot of hair for my
grandmother to scrub, rinse and repeat. Just like a woman,
she did this at least three times. I wasn't too crazy about
the flowery smells that came with the process, but I was smart
enough to keep my mouth shut. My goal was to somehow get
through the remainder of the day without getting my butt beat
or my face slapped. There was also the matter of getting my
clothes back ... sometime.
It was a challenge that I would fail miserably.
Once I was out of the tub things started getting weird again.
Nana dried me off with a towel, then poured a huge glop of
lotion in her hand and literally coated my entire body with
the stuff. I felt like a little baby getting its diaper
changed as she slicked up every square inch of my naked body,
poking in every crease and crevice with an annoying
enthusiasm.
"Nana, you're tickling me," I said with a nervous laugh.
"Here, maybe your little man will like this," my grandmother
said sarcastically.
I gasped in pain as she ran a greasy, lotion-covered hand over
my ballsack and squeezed. She then slid her fingers up and
down my erection a few times, punctuating her ministrations
with a cruel PINCH at the tip.
"Nana, don't do that," I whined as she then rubbed a huge glop
of lotion on my bottom. I squirmed like crazy as she rubbed
and massaged in between my buttcheeks for the longest time. I
felt my eyes pop wide open as a forceful finger slid up inside
me.
"Nana! Oh, gosh, please, stop!!!"
A glaring look stopped me from complaining.
"You whine an awful lot for someone who's almost a teenager.
You didn't whine this much when you were a baby and I was
changing your diapers." She wriggled her finger around inside
my bottom. "Instead of crying, you used to giggle and coo and
smile so cute when I did this."
I didn't know which was more discomforting, having my
grandmother finger my bottom or knowing that she used to do
that to me when I was little ... and that I supposedly liked
it!
Geez, Aunt Margaret said the same thing about me. What the
heck was all that about ...?
"Stop squirming, David! Please! This is to keep that nasty
boy stink from coming back," she said in a stern voice. "Plus
it just makes you feel good all over, don't you think?"
Once I was completely lotioned up and smelling like the prissy
little fairy I'd become, my grandmother had me stand before
her while she brushed and combed my hair. For some reason I
wasn't surprised when she produced a curling iron and plugged
it in to heat. Now, don't misunderstand ...I wasn't very
happy about it, either.
"Please, Nana ... don't. I hate it whenever my hair looks
like a girl's."
"But that's the surprise I was telling you about. You're
going to look so adorable when I'm done. With your little
fairy maid costume you'll be prettier than any of the girls
downstairs! Trust me. This will be so much fun!"
Fun? What fun? I kept hearing the word "fun" for the past
two days, and all I was getting out of the deal was a lot of
tears. I shivered at the thought of parading around in front
of a room full of people wearing little more than wings, a
girlie apron and a head full of curls.
"Please, don't. I hate curls in my hair. Everybody already
teases me about how long it is. I don't want to be pretty! I
wish I could cut it all off! I hate it!"
Nana looked at me kinda funny, almost like I'd said something
dirty. There was an odd twitching in her jaw and for a second
I thought she was going to reach over and give me a good slap
across the face.
"Okay, Mr. Smart Mouth, how about this. You don't want to
look to look like a girl? Fine, I can fix that right now.
I'll fix it so there's no doubt you're a boy, no matter how
you're dressed!"
I watched anxiously as my grandmother stormed out of the room.
There was some fussin' and cussin' down the hall, followed by
a clatter and a bang. A few minutes later she returned with
something shiny in her hand.
"Here you go, big boy," Nana snorted. I watched her plug a
cord in the wall. Almost immediately a horrendous buzzing
sound filled the room.
"What's that? What are you going to do to me?"
"Look, you wanted your hair cut off, right? Right? So,
that's what I'm doing. I'm sorry, I'm not a barber, so I
don't have any clippers. I do have these sheep sheers
though."
I winced as she switched the clippers to a higher speed. The
buzzing sounded even worse than before.
"I'm tired of arguing with you, so I'm going to give you a
buzz cut and get on with things. You'll never have to worry
about being mistaken for a girl by the time I get through with
you. A bald little sissy boy, but not a girl."
I was suddenly struck by the thought of what Sheila and Pam
would say if they saw me with all my hair cut off. Or worse
yet, Becky and Samantha! They'd already seen me humiliated
beyond belief and had thoroughly enjoyed themselves. I
couldn't begin to imagine how they'd react if I showed up
naked AND bald. As bad as I thought things were now, that
would be the worst!
Well, after the little fit I threw about getting my hair cut
off, now I had to beg my grandmother NOT to cut my hair. I
pleaded, I cried, I begged ... I even got down on my knees at
one point. Naked and tearful, I apologized over and over
again and I promised that I would never, EVER question
anything she wanted to do with me ... NEVER!!!
"I promise, Nana, I promise ... please, don't do it ... Please
...."
"So we have an understanding?" Nana said, her voice breathy
and strained. She still had a grip on my hair with one hand
and the clippers were buzzing away in the other.
"No more fussing, no more whining and complaining? You do as
you're told and everybody lives happily ever after?"
I nodded, desperate to bring the whole mess to a quiet,
peaceful resolution. At that point I would have let her paint
me pink and parade me down the middle of town if that would
have made her happy. Anything to keep peace in the family.
And to keep from being shaved bald!
"I promise, Nana. Anything you want, I'll do it. I promise."
"Anything I want?"
I forced myself to swallow. "Anything you want."
Nana's expression softened and a huge, loving smile replaced
the surly grimace she'd brandished earlier. I felt a huge
load lift from my shoulders.
"Good. That's good, sweetie. You won't regret this, I
promise. You do as I tell you and you'll have so much fun,
this will be a summer you'll never forget. I guarantee you
that!"
What I didn't realize was that I'd played right into my
grandmother's hands. By giving her license to do anything she
wanted with me, I'd given up all -- and I do mean ALL! -- of
my options. I mean, I couldn't even roll my eyes if I didn't
like what she did to me. With this agreement, whatever
happened next was my own fault. I had become, in effect, an
accomplice to my own humiliation.
Once Nana had my complete cooperation it didn't take that long
to get ready. I mean, let's face it, it's not like I had a
lot to put on and I was too weary to argue. Besides, I'd
given my consent for her to do as she pleased and I was not
about to back out of my promise. I think that pleased my
grandmother above all else. She happily hummed and sang to
herself as she curled this and primped that. She was more
like a little girl playing with her dolly than a mature woman
with a farm and a family to take care of.
Just before taking me downstairs to meet our guests she pushed
me before the triple-paned dressing mirror in her sewing room
and gloated over what she'd done to me. I know I've said this
before, but right then and there, I tell you I could have died
of shame!
"Well, what do you think? Tell the truth now. Aren't you
just the cutest thing?"
I stared at the monstrosity reflected before me and I felt my
pulse racing. I was completely and utterly humiliated beyond
mere words ... and there was nothing, not a single thing I
could do about it.
"It ... um ... I look nice, Nana," the creature in the mirror
whispered softly. "I guess ...."
The truth was, I looked so silly, so ridiculous, so unlike
what I thought I looked like, I have to laugh about it now.
At the time, of course, I was miserable, but in retrospect I
remember looking about as silly as a boy could look.
Take my hair, for instance. It was so girlish I couldn't
stand it! Nana had curled every available lock with that
stinky curling iron, and then froze them in place with half a
can of hairspray. Rolls of stiff blond curls draped down over
my ears and irritated the back of my neck. The sides of my
face were framed in tube curls and, worse yet, a huge, single
golden curl -- as big as a half-dollar! -- was plastered in
the middle of my forehead, branding me as a prisoner at the
hands of some very, very demented women.
"O-o-o-h ... my-y-y ... gosh-sh-sh ...." was all I could say.
And then there was that silly maid's apron. It was so frilly,
so small and useless, it only served as a shameful reminder of
my lowly place in the world. My grandmother had doilies on
her couch bigger than this thing. It was bad enough my bare
hips and butt were showing, but my stupid erection kept poking
out from underneath the fragile lace.
"Don't worry about it, David. As long as you take small steps
you won't fall down, and nobody will see your precious weenie.
Trust me. You look perfect."
I looked perfect? Not hardly. Studying my reflection, I felt
sick. In the middle of the lower part of the apron was a
stain. Not a large stain, but a stain nonetheless, dark,
almost yellow in color. I felt my ears turn red. Darn it,
that was where I'd accidentally made that stupid mess ... uh,
you know, when I got a little too excited and I, um ... oh,
hell, you know what I'm trying to say.
Okay! It was a cum stain, all right!!??? I admit it! I got
excited, embarrassed, aroused, whatever, and I made nasty
mess! There! Are you happy now? Fine! Great! Hope you're
pleased with yourself ....
Sorry. I still get frustrated thinking about all this stuff.
Anyway, there I stood, twelve years old and looking more like
a lingerie model than a boy. I shook my head and looked once
more at my skimpy apron. The thin, gauzy material made that
dried spot of semen look so obvious, so disgusting. What made
things even worse was the scratching sensation I felt as the
tender tip of my penis repeatedly rubbed against that crusty
stain.
Holy cow ....
And I wasn't getting any help from the home front, either. I
begged my grandmother to let me wear something else.
"No, I'm not giving you another apron to ruin," Nana said with
a sniff. "You made your little mess, you didn't bother
cleaning up, so you can either wear it or go without."
I imagined myself standing stark naked in front of a bunch of
total strangers. The impulse to run and hide was
overwhelming.
"Nana?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
I took a deep breath. I didn't want to make anybody mad, but
I had to say something. Despite my promise to do as I was
told, I really didn't want to go through with any of this.
"Nana, even with my apron ... I-I-I'm still naked" I quietly
complained. "People can still see my bare bottom. I ... I
mean, they can see everything. I look stupid."
SLAPPP!!! I actually saw stars, my grandmother hit me so
hard.
"You think this is naked? How about I show you naked? Would
you rather go without the apron? I can arrange that, you
know. And a whippin', too. I'm sure our guests will enjoy
seeing you bare naked, with your weenie sticking out and a
big, fat, red bottom. You'd be so pretty that way, I can't
imagine anyone with a complaint. How does that sound to you?"
"Not good." I hung my head and sniffed back my tears.
Nana lifted my face up to meet hers. "Look at me!'.
I did as I was told. Beneath the confidant smile lurked a
threat and a promise that scared the begeezus out of me.
"I'm serious," she said with a voice somewhere between
dangerous and delight.
"I ... I-I know, Nana," I nodded. "I'll wear the apron. And
I promise. I'll be good."
"I know you will, sweetheart."
I resumed walking around the room so Nana could appraise my
appearance. Conscious of my modesty, I took tiny steps, which
wasn't much of a problem, not with the shoes I had to wear.
Those stupid high heels my cousin Sheila dug up for me to wear
were the hardest things to put on. I finally just had to give
up all my dignity, bend over and show my bare butt and strap
them on one at a time. Besides looking silly as heck, they
added to my clumsiness -- a twelve year old boy in high
heels??? -- but Nana seemed rather pleased with the way I
managed myself.
"You're doing fine, don't worry about it," she said when I
complained about being afraid of falling. "You'll get used to
it. By the end of the evening you won't even notice you're
wearing them."
Completing my "fairy maid" costume, of course, were my new
wings. Like before Nana knotted them so I couldn't remove
anything without her help. Besides making me look like an
idiot, the wings were a constant nuisance 'cause whenever I
moved forward they would flutter and tickle my bare back and
my shoulders. I knew better than to say anything, of course.
It wouldn't have done any good anyway, right?
Before heading for the stairs and our guests Nana insisted on
slipping those silly lace wrist bands over my hands and then
topping off my blond curls with that goofy maid's hat.
"Oh, Nana," I whispered as she worked. "Do you have to?"
"Of course! I knew you'd look cute in some sweet girlie
curls," my grandmother said with a twinkle in her eye. "This
little bit of lace will really show off your bouncy hairdo."
Adding insult to injury, I had to hold a handful of bobby pins
while she fixed that goofy hat to my hair. I looked down at
my hands. Geez! Those stupid lace cuff things on my wrists
... they were so unnerving! No matter where I moved my hands,
I had to look at them, a constant reminder of how silly, of
how sissy looking I was.
"Maybe later we'll get you a perm. Still, you turned out to
be a perfect little fairy, if I do say so myself."
"Yes, ma'am," I said softly.
A perfect fairy? Oh, boy, I knew that! I knew I looked
completely and utterly ridiculous, which I later realized was
the whole point of the exercise. For some reason Nana was
determined to humiliate me in front of her friends and there
wasn't anything I could do about it. All I could do was play
along and hope this madness would soon end.
We were about to leave the sewing room when my grandmother
spun me around, took a firm grip on my naked shoulders, and
gave me the following speech:
"Okay, now listen closely, David. Here's how this is going to
work. We are going to go into the living room in a minute and
we are going to have a wonderful time."
"Nana, no! Please, don't make me go naked in front of people
...."
"Did I tell you to say anything? Do you want me to slap your
face again? Then hush up!"
Confused and frightened, I meekly tugged the bottom of my
apron tight against my bare legs and nodded.
"Now, my little fairy maid, unlike the pouty little face you
have right now, you will smile and you will be polite and you
will speak when spoken to. Several of my friends will be here
and several of your friends will be here, and I will not
tolerate impolite behavior toward any of them! You will serve
coffee and tea and treats to our guests and do whatever else
you are told, and you'll do so cheerfully and willingly. No
questions, no hesitation, no balking. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, ma'am," I sniffed sadly.
"And above all else, no more of this sad, pitiful 'poor little
ol' me' stuff. You will be a smiling, happy fairy and you
will exhibit nothing less than a bright, cheerful manner.
From this point on I want nothing but pretty smiles, a
pleasant attitude, and lots of happy talk. Act happy and
you'll be happy. And I know you want to be happy, am I
right?"
I nodded. If I said anything I probably would have started
crying. I mean, I was a twelve year old boy, for crying out
loud! I looked down at my nearly nude body. How did I get in
this mess anyway???
"I can't hear you nod, sweetie. What did I say about speaking
when spoken to?"
I cleared my throat. "Um, I'll ... I'll be good, Nana," I
whispered hoarsely.
"And ....?"
I thought for a second, then it hit me. I straightened up my
posture a bit, broke out a weak smile and cleared my throat.
"I'm a happy fairy, Nana. I'll do a good job. I promise."
My grandmother ran her eyes over my body and smiled.
Something she saw obviously pleased her.
"Excellent, sweetie. And just in case you change your mind,
let me tell you what will happen if you make a mistake. First
off, you will get a paddling like you will not believe, right
there in front of our guests. I'll spank you so hard your
butt will blister. Then I'll drag out the clippers and shave
you bald, right there in front of your little girlfriends."
My heart skipped a beat. "Nana, no ...."
"...That, plus you will go the rest of the summer bare butt
naked. You already owe me a month, I have no qualms about
making it the rest of the summer. All summer, day and night,
no matter where we go, no matter what we do, no matter who we
see. You won't see another stitch of clothes until you go
home to your mother. And maybe not even then. Do you
understand that?"
For an instant I thought about what it'd be like riding nearly
500 miles across the state in the front seat of my mom's car
dressed only in my birthday suit. Talk about a nightmare!
Not only would I have to worry about people outside the car
seeing me, I'd have to put up with my mom's doting and teasing
for the entire way. The way things were going lately, she'd
probably get a kick out of me running around naked. That, and
the mere thought of showing up in my neighborhood in my bare
skin was enough to make me ill. It was bad enough all these
girls and women were seeing my bare butt ... I don't think I
could have handled it if any of my old buddies saw me this
way! I quickly nodded, eager to please and even more eager to
get this horror show over with.
"I don't see any smiles."
I nodded one final time. I had a lump in my throat so large I
thought I would strangle. I looked at my reflection and
sighed. It was me, all right, golden curls, frilly apron and
fairy wings, bare butt and all ... no doubt about it. I
stared at the fairy pendant dangling at the base of my throat.
Stupid fairy! I was doomed and there wasn't a thing I could
do about it. Oh, well ....
Forcing the biggest, brightest smile I could muster, I fought
back the tears and resigned myself to my new role as my
grandmother's little "fairy maid."
Nana smiled. I shivered as she gave me a warm, wet kiss on
the cheek and a light pat of the hand on my bare butt.
"That's my boy ... such a lovely smile. Now, let's practice
your introduction ...."
(continued in part 4C)