Training Big Brother 9 
by Statue550
statue550@yahoo.com

copyright 2001 by Statue550, all rights reserved


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This story is a complete work of fiction.  It deals with a
make believe older teen aged 
boy being disciplined by make believe teenaged females.  If
this offends you, is of no interest to you, you are a minor or
is not allowed in your municipality-do not read any further.
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Chapter VIII - Tennis Anyone?

The next morning as they pulled up in front of Amy's tennis
club, Brad's mother turned to her errant son and warned, "Now
be a good boy Brad, or so help me I'll tan your hide but good
when you get home.  Whatever Amy says goes.  You don't listen
to her and  you know what she'll do, don't you?"

"Yes mommy", Brad answered.  "But I still don't know why I
have to do this with no clothes".

"You know perfectly well why you lost the privilege of
clothes, Brad", his mother continued.  "Besides, Amy has
already taken you over her knee and spanked your bare  bottom,
so you don't have anything she hasn't seen already. Amy says
the matches will be for girls 12-14 years old.  I'm sure
they've all seen boys before. If you had behaved yourself in
the first place, you wouldn't be in this position".

"Now do you think you can behave yourself or does your bottom
need a quick reminder of what will happen if you don't?"

"I'll remember", Brad sighed as he got out of the car.

His first instinct was to cover his groin with his hands, but
he knew his mother was still watching, so he resisted the
urge.  The last thin he needed right now was for his mother to
get out of the car and whack his bottom a few times before
leading him by the hand to see his cousin Amy.

Being a seventeen year old boy, bare as the day he was born,
and with his pubic hair now completely gone was bad enough. 
But to be led onto the court by his mother and with a reddened
rear, would have been the end of his world. 
As it was, his cousin Sue stopping her car in the middle of
the street the day before and paddling the daylights out of
him was sure to get around school and the neighborhood.  He
knew some cars had driven by while she was paddling him, but
he still didn't know who was in the cars or how much they had
seen or guessed.

Serving as Amy's naked ball boy and for a bunch of 12-14 year
olds was bad enough today. He was determined to get this over
with as quickly as possible and not give his mother, Amy or
any of the other girls an excuse to slap his rear.

Finding his way to the courts, he found his cousin Amy lobbing
balls back and forth with another girl as a means of warming
up for their match.

"Oh goody", Amy shouted, "Our ball boy is finally here".  

Calling the other girl over she said, "Jessica, this is my
cousin Brad.  He so very generously volunteered to be our ball
boy for all of our matches today.  Wasn't that just the nicest
thing for him to do?"

"Absolutely", Jessica agreed.

"I hope you don't mind his appearance.  He apparently likes
the no clothes look.  He was naked yesterday when I gave him
his spanking and I guess he hasn't behaved any better since
then-hence the nudie look".

"I don't mind at all", Jessica said looking him over.  "This
should prove to be a most interesting match".

Brad, for his part, was too busy looking around at all of the
young competitors to pay much attention to what Amy and
Jessica were talking about.  All of the girls were extremely
attractive.  Most wore the usual short tennis skirts but some
appeared to be wearing thong panties underneath.  Others wore
skin tight latex shorts with tube tops that left very little
to the imagination.  Either way he was getting more than an
eyeful.

For some reason it didn't occur to him that the girls were
getting an even bigger eyeful of him.

"Brad", Amy yelled in his ear, "Pay attention or you'll be
starting this match with a  red bottom and doing your little
after spanking dance.  I told you to kneel over by the net. 
We're about to start the match".

"Oh yeah, right", Brad stuttered, suddenly coming back to
reality.  As he went over to his spot, he suddenly became
aware that all of the girl flesh around him had caused his
cock to become erect.

"And put that away", Amy ordered, pointing to his rising dick.

For the first few points, all went as usual.  When either of
the girls hit into the net or missed a shot, Brad would sprint
to the center of the court, retrieve the ball and then kneel
again by the edge of the net.  Unfortunately, Brad's mind and
eyes were on an adjacent court where two other girls played. 
One had large breasts and was wearing a tube top, so they
bounced every time she ran after a shot.  Her opponent was
wearing a tennis skirt and a thong.  Every time she served or
bent over to return a shot, Brad made it a point to stare at
her butt.

As he became more engrossed in that match he started paying
less and less attention to Amy & Jessica's match.  He also
sported a full boner.  He realized this when he got up to
sprint after a ball and instead of flopping like before, he
found his cock bobbing as he ran.

"What did I tell you?", Amy warned.  "Keep your eyes in your
head and pay attention to my match.  If you want to run around
all day like an idiot with an erection, fine by me, but I want
you to pay attention to what's going on in this court.  Is
that clear?"

"Um, yeah, sure Amy", Brad stuttered, his face turning a
little red and realizing he'd been caught staring.

And he did keep his mind on the match-for about two more
serves.  Watching the girl with the bouncing breasts, he ran
onto the court to retrieve a ball, only to run into Jessica as
she came to the net for a return and knocked her clean on her
ass.

"What's wrong with you?", she cried angrily.  "You caused me
to miss that point!"

"Oh, Sorry I guess", Brad apologized.  "I guess I got
distracted for a minute".

Jessica meanwhile picked herself up off the court, walked over
to Brad and lightly slapped him across the face and warned,
"Pay attention to our match and stop watching the other girls. 
You'll get to be their ball boy soon enough.  You could have
caused an injury just now.  If you can't keep your mind on
this match, maybe Amy will have to put some color in your ass. 
Maybe that will keep your mind where it's supposed to be".

"You don't need me for that", Amy called over.  "If you want
to add some color to his ass, feel free to do so.  Just bend
him over and go to town, that's what I planned on doing".

"Why thank you Amy", Jessica responded.  Looking at Brad once
again, she instructed, "Now kneel back down like you're
supposed to.  Don't think I won't slap your ass in  front of
everyone because I will.  Now go".  And with that she gave his
bottom a quick couple of slaps to send him on his way.

A newly chastised Brad quickly took his spot by the net and
began paying much better attention to the match at hand.  For
a while.  For maybe five minutes.  Until the  girl with the
thong panties caught his attention again.  She was having a
long rally against the girl with the bouncing breasts and Brad
totally forgot about the match he was there for.

He realized his mistake when he stood up with a full erection
and both Jessica and Amy were standing there with their hands
on their hips looking at him in disbelief.

"Are you going to get our ball or what?", Jessica asked.

"Yeah, in just a minute", Brad answered dismissively.  "I'm
watching something right now".

"Yes I can see that", Jessica said sarcastically.  "And I'm
watching a disobedient boy with a woody ignore my warning from
a few minutes ago".

"What do you think we ought to do, Amy?", she asked, turning
to her partner.

"I think you should do what you promised", a grinning Amy
called back.

"I think you're right", Jessica agreed.  "Brad, get over here
and I mean this instant", she ordered, pointing to a spot at
her feet.

Brad the rocket scientist sensed trouble, so he quickly
shuffled over to the spot Jessica was pointing to.

"Get down on your knees and look at me", Jessica ordered.

Brad did so.

"What did I just get done telling you?  Didn't I tell you to
pay attention here and you'd get to help the other girls soon
enough?  I believe I did.  And I also believe  I told you I
didn't have any problem spanking your sorry ass right here in
front of everyone.  Do you remember that conversation, Brad?"

"Yes Jessica.  I'm sorry.  It won't happen again", Brad
promised.

"Yes I know it won't because I'm going to give you something
to think about besides the girls in the next court.  Now get
up, go over to the net, bend over and grab the top rope".

Brad got up and ever so slowly did as he was instructed.

"That's as fast as you can move?", Jessica asked.  "I have a
feeling that when I'm done with you, you won't be able to move
fast enough.  Now don't let go of the top rope and back away".

This caused Brad to be both bent over and stretched out. 
Realizing the position he was now in, Brad kept his legs
together and squeezed his butt cheeks. 

Grabbing him around the waist with one hand, Jessica slapped
the backs of his thighs and said "Now open those legs.  Open
them!"

She then slapped the inside of his thighs to punctuate her
command as she made him hold a much wider stance.

Looking at the girls in the next court who had distracted
Brad, she yelled, "I hope this doesn't ruin your match girls,
but I have to give some undivided attention to our naked
little ball boy.  He's been staring at your breasts and asses
all day so I need to pay some attention to his ass right now. 
I hope you don't mind".

"Not at all", they both cheerfully answered.  "We like the
view.  I think we'll just halt play until you're done.  You do
realize that he's completely exposed like that, don't you? 
And I do mean completely.  There's not an inch of him that's
not showing".

"Yes", Jessica answered.  "When I give a boy a spanking I want
it to be memorable.  I think Brad's going to remember this one
for a long time".

And just like that Jessica began the spanking.  She may have
only been thirteen, but she sure seemed to know what she was
doing.  Brad wondered how she got to know so much about
spanking boys at her age, but he never finished the thought as
her hand  caught the inside of his leg.

In fact, she landed blow after blow on one butt cheek and
after seeing a little color would move to the inside of that
leg, see some color and then repeat the sequence. More than
once he felt her move her arm from around his waist and grab
his ball  sack to move it out of the way as she slapped the
inside of his leg.

In spite of the rising heat in his ass and legs, this only
caused his dick to swell to full erection.  Ignoring this,
Jessica kept up the pattern until Brad was visibly squirming
and hopping in place.

Grabbing his balls and applying pressure she hissed in his
ear, "Stand still or I'll have one of the girls hold these. 
We're not even close to finished yet".

Changing sides, Jessica then began doing the same thing to his
other butt cheek and leg. Like before, she would grab his
balls to move them out of the way as she slapped the inside of
his leg.

Soon both cheeks and legs were showing a bright red.  Brad for
his part was whining and crying like a child.  Heeding
Jessica's warning, he was keeping his feet on the ground as
best as he could.  Just when he thought he'd have to start
hopping frantically, Jessica stopped and straightened him up.

Brad took that as an okay to grab his bottom run in place.

"Hands away, mister", his cousin Amy warned.

So Brad carefully moved his hands to his hips and kept right
on running and hopping.  Of course Jessica's handling of his
balls kept his cock at full alert and it bobbed every which
way as he danced.

Grabbing him by the arm, Jessica turned him around to look at
her work.  "Nice and red, just the way boys should be", she
commented.  "What do you think Amy?  C'mon over and feel.  Do
you think he needs a little more?"

Amy put her hands on Brad's sore, red bottom and felt the
heat.  "Feels nice and toasty to me Jess.  Where did you learn
to spank like that?  I think you do nice work".

"Oh that", Jessica answered.  "I've been spanking my brothers
for about three years now-since I was ten.  Mom spanks Dad
when he needs it and I get the boys.  Brad should be thankful
it was here and not at my house where I could really lay into
him, otherwise he'd still be howling.  That's why his 'no
clothes look' didn't bother me.  Seems like almost every day
there's a naked male grabbing a freshly reddened bottom and
prancing around my house".

"Whenever my brothers do something wrong, my mother gives them
a lecture and utters the dreaded "Now go report to your
sister".  They have to completely strip, find me, tell me what
they did and ask me to spank them.  It doesn't matter if we
have company in the house or I have girlfriends over or not. 
It's up to me to decide how they get spanked, how hard and for
how long".

"I usually take them over my knee-I have more control that
way.  My girlfriends love it when supposedly big boys have to
knock on my door, come in stark naked and ask me to give their
fannys a good spanking.  Most times I'll make them kneel in
front of each my girlfriends one at a time so they have to
look up and apologize  for being so naughty. That way their
faces and asses end up the same color. The boys  usually put
on quite a show by the time I'm finished with them.  My
girlfriends have  seen the males in my house naked and with
red bottoms so often they just kind of  expect someone's going
to get paddled while they're over".

"Well I'm impressed", Amy replied.

"Me too", the other girls agreed.

"Check the insides of his legs Amy, I don't want to miss any
spots", Jessica asked.

"Open your legs", Amy ordered her cousin.  Feeling between his
legs in the back she  brushed against his balls.  Feeling them
from the front she grabbed his dick to move it out of the way.

That was too much for Brad who suddenly stiffened and began
bucking his hips as shot after shot of cum flew into the air
and landed on the court.

One of the girls watching just said "Ewwwwww".

The big breasted one said "Nice touch.  Way to go nudie boy".

Amy looked at the mess on the court and said "You know you'll
have to be punished for that, don't you Brad?  Now go get
something to clean up this mess.  We have a tennis match to
finish.  And when we get done, we'll finish with you.  As if
a red bottom isn't enough to think about, now you can wonder
which of us will give you your next spanking-or maybe all of
us?  Now move!"