Billy's Story (ff(f)/m, otk, nc)
by A. Swineburne
swineburne@hotsheet.com

copyright 1996 by A. Swineburne, all rights reserved

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IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING:  This post
is not meant for you.  Titillating and/or shocking images
encountered during adolescence can make a powerful and
lasting impression.  Repeated exposure to such images can
easily lead to an obsession which does not go away as you
grow older -- even if you then want it to.  If this type of
story interests you, DO NOT READ IT.  You may wish to come
back after you emerge from the hormonal maelstrom you are
currently experiencing, -- maybe you'll be able to handle
things better then.  Meanwhile:  STOP READING NOW, WHILE YOU
STILL CAN!

IF YOU ARE OVER 18, you may choose to read on.  Understand
that what follows is intended to depict a mere fantasy being
enacted by consenting adults.  The purpose of posting this
story is not to arouse any prurient interest whatsoever (I
wouldn't want to violate the spirit of the CDA, regardless
of whether the courts strike it down), but the purpose is
rather to solicit therapeutic and insightful comments from
the denizens of this site who seem to have a unique
perspective on such matters.  

I strongly disapprove of any such activity actually
involving anyone under the age of 18. This story should be
considered as being in the "ageplay" genre.

I have thought about creating a series with these
characters. I'm not sure whether to continue in the
first-person mode or switch to third-person. Your thoughts
or comments would be welcome.

Very respectfully,

A. Swineburne

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Billy's Story (ff(f)/m, otk, nc)

It was one of those hot days --  a Saturday just a few weeks
before summer vacation starts.  Mom had gone shopping, and I
was watching TV with my friend Hilary.  She had come over so
we could do our math homework together.  Math is easier when
you work it with a friend, and finishing early gave us a
chance to watch Gilligan's Island.  

My sister, Katie, comes in with her stuck-up friend Barbara
-- "Babs" I like to call her, especially because she hates
it.  They're both 15 and think they're so cool.  Babs walks
over to the TV, like she owns it, and flips the channel to
Geraldo.  He's interviewing skinhead transvestites, or
something just as stupid.

"Hey!  We were watching that!" I yell.

"Bug off, brat!"  That's my sister's standard answer.

No matter.  I've got the remote, so I switch the channel
back to our show.

"He is a brat," says Babs to Katie, and she turns the TV
back to Geraldo.

Hilary kind of rolls her eyes, so I feel like I've got to
answer back.

"Yeah, right, Babs," I say, as I hit the remote again.  But
Katie's standing in front of the TV, blocking the remote's
signal so the channel can't change.

"I told you not to call me that," Babs tells me.

"Y'know, Babsie, you're lucky I don't call you 'Boobs,'" I
tell her, throwing down the remote in disgust.  It's true --
Babs' t-shirt is straining over her growing hooters.  Hey,
I'm thirteen now, and I notice things like that.  Babs
actually is very noticeable, with her wispy blonde hair
falling across her face and her smooth, firm legs looking
even longer when she wears those short shorts.  Right now,
though, her pouty lips are pressed tight together and her
brown eyes are flashing.  Babs is ticked -- big time!

Anyway, I start to get up, 'cause Hilary and I aren't going
to be able to see the rest of our show, anyway.  But Babs
steps in front of me, blocking my way. Her fists are on her
slim hips, and she's looking me right in the eye (okay, okay
-- she's looking down at me.  She's taller than me, like
just about every girl).  

"This brat's gettin' too big for his britches.  He's beggin'
for a spankin'!" she says.

"Yeah, right!" I say, and I start to push past her.  But she
grabs my arm and starts dragging me over to a chair.

"Let go!"  I try to twist and pull away from her, but Katie
is right there, grabbing my other arm with both her hands. 
"Let go, or I'll tell mom!"

"Tell mom, and we'll tell everyone in school that we pulled
your pants down and smacked your butt red!" Katie says.  I
could hear that my sister had a big grin on her face, but I
didn't see it 'cause Babs is sitting down on the chair, and
she and Katie are hauling me across her lap.  Katie twists
the back of my t-shirt in her fist and shoves me across
Babs' knees.  My feet slip off the floor, and I've got to
get my hands in front to catch myself or get my face smashed
in the carpet.  Babs has me across her lap now, my feet
slipping up and my butt pointed at the ceiling!

"Alright!  I'm sorry!  Leave me alone!"  I got my balance
now, and I'm trying to squirm forward off Babs' legs.  In
the struggle, someone must've popped the button on my
cutoffs, 'cause now I feel one of the girls reaching
underneath to zip my fly down, and before I know what's
happening, Babs grabs the back of my pants with both hands
and jerks them down to my knees!  I reach back to stop her,
but Katie is in the way, and I lose my balance and almost
fall on my face again.

"Alright!  Come on!  Let me go!"  I yell.  "Let me go!"

"No way, brat!  You're gettin' spanked!"  Babs replies.

I can't tell if she's serious, but Babs has got hold of the
back of my underpants.  I can't try to scoot forward off her
lap -- no way I'm going  to leave my underpants in her hands
and let them see me bareass!  I can't roll off, 'cause
Katie's standing right at Babs' knees and keeping me from
rolling by twisting her fingers in the back of my t-shirt
and pulling hard.  I'm trying to back up, but I'm
over-balanced and that only makes my butt stick up higher. 
I'm trying to kick my legs, but that's not doing any good
either.  Katie's pushing her fist into my back, and my
t-shirt's riding halfway up my back.

Now Babs is pulling up on the bottom of my Jockeys, jerking
my cotton underpants right into my buttcrack.  Whoa!  She's
even pushing my buttcheeks apart with her palm and pulling
hard to get even more of my underpants up my crack.  I mean
-- this is the *mother* of all wedgies!  I can't believe it,
but she's starting to slap my butt -- her hand really
stinging my naked cheeks.  I can't tell, but I think Katie
is spanking my butt, too.  Maybe they're alternating slaps
or maybe Babs is just spanking me real fast.

Cheez -- Hilary is watching all this!  My naked cheeks are
hanging out and I know my butt's real white -- I've been in
the backyard working on my tan in preparation for the
summer, pulling my swim trunks up so that my legs are tan
all the way up to my buttcheeks.  I can feel the tears start
to come, not from the stinging slaps but from the
embarrassment of these girls looking at my naked butt that's
so white it probably glows and the humiliation of me being
across Babs' lap getting spanked like a little kid!

"Let me go!  Not in front of Hilary!"

"Why not?" Katie asks, and she leans harder on me to keep me
across Babs' lap.  The spanks are coming fast -- right
cheek, left cheek, right cheek, left cheek ...

Well, I'm yelling for them to let me up.  My butt is
starting to really burn.  Babs can hit hard!  Then I notice
that my underpants in front are pulled real tight around my
dick.  The cotton fabric pulled up between my cheeks feels
real strange, and my dick starts to swell and throb a
little.  And the bigger it's getting, the tighter my
underpants are getting around it, and the more it pushes
against the pressure!

I'm squirming and kicking on Babs' lap, trying to get away,
somehow.  And I notice that I'm squirming right on her
smooth, bare legs, and my dick is kind of pushing against
her legs, and I don't like what the girls are doing to me,
but at the same time my butt's getting hot and the pressure
on my dick is starting to feel real good.  And I'm getting
scared that Babs is going to notice me rubbing on her leg,
and I yell some more about them letting me up.  But Babs and
Katie just keep smacking my butt with their hands!  They're
going at it as hard as they can, slapping me down low, where
Babs has pulled my underpants up off the bottom of my
buttcheeks.  I know I'm gonna have trouble sitting down when
this is over!

"Alright!  Alright!  I'm sorry!"

"Are you reallllly sorry?"  Each word is punctuated with a
stinging slap to my cheeks, with three slaps on the
drawn-out realllly.  I can tell from her voice that Babs is
grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes!  Yes!  Please!"

The girls stop spanking me.  Oh, thank you!

Babs asks:  "Katie, do you think he's really sorry?"

I hold my breath, waiting for the answer.

"His butt's pretty red," Katie says, rubbing her fingers in
lazy circles on one stinging, naked buttcheek.

Babs pulls even harder on my jockeys, which squeezes my
penis and makes the fabric rub hard up between my cheeks,
right on my hole, and also also showing them even more of my
naked buttcheeks.  Babs runs her palm across my skin.  Her
touch makes me shiver.

"He's not so red," she says, rubbing back the other way. 
(Oh, her soft rubbing feels good after the spanking!) 
"Here, let me show you!"

Suddenly Babs pulls my underpants down my thighs!  They must
have been signalling each other, because before I can react,
Katie grabs one of my legs and pulls my cutoffs and jockeys
completely off!  I reach back to stop them, but I almost tip
off Babs' lap, the carpet coming up to meet my face, and I
have to catch myself with my hands.  Katie's moved between
my legs, now, with one of my ankles tucked under her arm. 
And I'm struggling, reaching back, rolling, squirming, and
shouting.  I'm trying to kick, but then Katie's got my other
ankle, too.  I almost tip off her lap again, but Babs holds
me on with her arm around my waist.

"Let me go!  Let me go!"

The girls are laughing.  I'm bent over Babs' lap, centered,
my sore red butt pointing directly up at the ceiling, feet
off the floor tucked under Katie's arms, legs forcibly
spread apart, with my weight on my hands in front of me down
on the floor.

"Here," says Babs.  "Look here."  I feel her fingers lightly
brushing up and down my crack.  It tickles and I squirm and
try to squeeze my nake buttcheeks together.  I'm also trying
to close my legs, but Katie's between them.  "Completely
white, still."  Her fingers dip deeper between my legs,
tickling me behind my balls.  "And this part hasn't been
touched at all.  Hilary, be a dear, get my hairbrush from my
purse and bring it over here."

Oh no!  Not Hilary, too!  I feel the tears well up in my
eyes.  But I also feel my naked penis lengthening and
rubbing against Babs' leg.  Oh, gosh, I hope she doesn't
notice it!  But I'm noticing it!  My hot erection feels good
against her cool skin.  But I want to get out of here!

"Cut it out!  Let me go!"  They're not listening to me at
all.

"Here's the brush," says Hilary, in a hushed voice. 
Ohhhhhh!  I can't believe that she's joining in!  I thought
she was my friend!

"Here," says Katie to Hilary.  "Grab this leg and hold it
tight."  

I feel Hilary move between my legs, along with Katie. 
Hilary's grabbed one of my ankles, too, and both she and
Katie are between my legs so they are pushed even further
apart!  I try to kick out but I can't.  They've got me
trapped and ... oh, gosh, they can see everything!  They
must be able to see my balls hanging between my legs,
resting on Babs' leg!

With all the shifting around, Babs suddenly reaches around
me and grabs my balls, pulling my sac forward between her
legs.  She lets go, and her thigh is now stretching my balls
forward and stretching tight that tender triangle of skin
directly behind my balls.  I'm clenching my buttcheeks as
hard as I can -- I've got to try to keep my cheeks together
so they don't see my hole!  Now Babs has hold of my stiff
penis, pulling it off her leg, sqeezing it tight.  Please! 
Please don't say anything!

WHAP!  She brings that hairbrush right down on my buttcrack! 
OUCH! The hairbrush HURTS!

"See," she says.  "He can get a lot redder."

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

She's into a rythmn now, smacking that brush up and down my
butt crease.  Now I'm clenching and flexing my cheeks to
resist the pain.  I squirm too far once and feel an almost
painful tug on my penis.  Oh, cheez, will this spanking ever
be over?!

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
WHAP!

Babs is squeezing my dick a little tighter with each spank,
releasing it slightly in between.  I feel incredible
pressure and tingling building up inside my penis, and I
want the next spank because it will bring the next squeeze.

She sqeezes my swollen dick tight and pulls on it, to hold
me still.  She must have put down the brush, 'cause I feel
her palm rubbing up and down my sore, nude cheeks.  Her palm
feels cool, good.  I hope the spanking is over.

"Think this is red enough?"  She asks.  I hold my breath
again.  Please, PLEASE, make them let me go.

"NAH!" say Babs and Katie together, and they laugh.  Babs
starts up the spanking again, spank-squeeze, spank-squeeze,
spank-squeeze ...

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
WHAP!

Her stinging spanks are going everywhere -- all over my
buttcheeks, up and down my crack, the tender spots at the
top of the thighs, and right up in between my legs!

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.  I'll never do it again.  Never! 
Please stop!  Stop!  Please, BARBARA!"

I can't control the intense feeling in my dick, and I'm
pushing it into her hand.  And she's rubbing my dick and
squeezing it and spanking my naked butt, aiming her spanks
right over my butthole, making me try to tighten my butt
even more.  And maybe I don't want her to stop.

Then, suddenly she's not hitting me anymore ... but her
hand's still rubbing my dick between her bare legs!  It's
all I can do to keep myself from pushing my hips down and
up.  My buttcheeks are clenching and unclenching by
themselves.  I'm pushing my hips forward -- I just can't
help it -- and I feel this deep tickling pressure in my dick
and behind my balls.

"At least he's learned my name.  I think he's sorry, now,"
says Babs (I think: thankyou thankyou thankyou -- it's over
-- it's got to be over!), but she's still rubbing and
sqeezing my dick and I can't help jerking around on her lap. 


"I think HE'S VER-RY SOR-RY NOW!"

Babs punctuates each syllable with a hard, hard hairbrush
spank right between my legs, right behind my balls!  The
pressure inside me explodes in her hand, and my dick is
jerking and spitting -- and she pushes me off her lap.  The
girls are giggling and laughing at me.

I land on my sore butt, with my penis sticking straight up,
exposed, squirting this white stuff -- and I've got to get
my hands covering my dick 'cause I don't want the girls to
see!  I roll over, having to stick my red sore butt in the
air, but I can't use my hands to get up 'cause I've just got
to keep my penis covered ...  And then I run out of the TV
room and into my bedroom.  I slam the door shut, still
hearing their laughter, crying from the spanking and from
the embarrassment and shame.  But I've just got to keep
rubbing my stiff dick, till it quits squirting ... because
it feels so good.

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"You get a canoe later and I'll paddle you."
                          --Groucho Marx
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