Wild-bill

Cordova's Boys Home

Chapter 1 N-R

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Both of the young mothers, Renée and Mrs. Durden like to take their time with punishment sessions. So it appeared that it was going to be a long drawn out session for both of the two naughty boys. Perhaps the only thing that was going to save their young fannies even greater abuse was the fact that they both had to be at school in a few hours. Of course both bad boys would be sitting on very sore fannies. Tommy was completely naked and in a very exposing position, kneeling on his just spanked palms, and having to lean forward with his nose right against the corner, in order for him to keep his balance. Having to lean forward like that put his red spanked bottom in an even more exposing position than he was before. He had just gotten into his penitent position and already his hands were starting to ache from the weight that he was forced to put on his palms. It was hard to think about being in a hurry to get out of his position however, because the famous cordovian hairbrush awaited his already sore butt. Certainly none of the three adults, and especially young Janine wanted this punishment session to end any time soon.

Meanwhile, the meek and quiet Percy was called into the center of the room, to be dealt with next. His diapered presence was meant by four very eager and hungry sets of eyes. There was no turning back for him now, he could only hope that nobody would notice the small amount of wetness that had leaked into his small diaper, only minutes before. For he knew that his diaper was going to be removed very shortly.

Mrs. Durden stepped back and now allowed Renée and Janine to take center stage with this very naughty boy. By this time Janine herself was playing a much greater role in Percy's punishment sessions. Renée following through with her plan to let her teenage daughter drive the young boy to unparalleled heights of embarrassment. Especially to have now the two other adults and Tommy witness his complete disgrace.

Tommy and Percy had become pretty good friends. They sat right next to each other at school and had gotten to know each other rather well. And Percy was very ashamed to know that Tommy was going to find out just how much control this young teen age girl had over him. There was no escape for him, because he certainly knew that any resistance on his part would be dealt with much more severely then whatever had been planned for him already. Only prolonging his punishment in front of everyone.

It was going to be a mutual sharing of punishment ideas between the two women. Renée had already been introduced to Tommy's spanking apron. Now it was the Durdens turn to find out the effective use of a shame stool! Percy was in the second day of his diaper punishment. During one of his routine diaper checks some very unsightly yellowish stains had been found in the inside of his briefs. His punishment for that had been two full days and nights of wearing diapers. Also his normal spanking had been upgraded for the next two mornings to also include a dose of the paddle after his initial spanking had been completed. There was one other little creative shaming part that was added to it…

Whenever he felt he had to go to the bathroom in his little diaper, he had to go to any of the three of them and let them know that he was about to either pee or poop his diaper. When this occurred he was lead out to the middle of the living room where the others were called there. He first had to get the shaming stool and place it directly in the center of the living room. As everyone watched intently he had to get up on the stool and announce that he was either peeing or pooping into his diaper. He then proceeded to do one of those bodily functions in front of them. he had to say 'mommy, daddy and Janine, I am being punished for having bad boy stains in my underpants. I am peeing my diaper like a naughty baby. Please watch me…'

Everytime during that first day of diaper punishment he had to say those same lines whenever he had to do his duty into his diaper. After that Renée would insert a large pacifier into his mouth, which would have to remain there for the duration of his public forced nature's call punishment. Once he was finished urinating, or defecating or whatever the case may have been, in front of every one he had to then take off his own diaper, which was not an easy task balancing on the small shame stool. Now naked he had to hold up his messy diaper with both hands to show everyone what a baby's used diaper looks like. At this point the pacifier was now removed from his mouth. While this was going on he had to ask Janine, and in front of all people, to spank his bare fanny while he stood naked on the shame stool. Then the pacifier was again inserted. It was mostly just a reminder spanking, but it did not end until Renée said so. And it was usually not over very quickly and still would reduce him to tears in front of everyone. And having him fidget on the stool with muffled cries through the pacifier.

Janine was now being allowed to do these more minor hand spankings. She also had just recently gained mother's permission to decide when Percy should be spanked as long as she had a reason. Though up to this juncture she was only allowed to spank him with her hand. But she was allowed to spank him bare fanny. It didn't matter if it was a wet bottom or a poopy bottom that Janine spanked. But spanked soundly he was. Once the spanking was completed he was taken by either Renée or Janine to the special diaper changing table and wiped and changed into a fresh diaper until the next occasion. Of course it was always more embarrassing to be changed with a red spanked and sometimes poopie bottom on display. Since he had behaved himself and taken all his punishments the first day like a good boy, on the second day of the diaper punishment he had to still take the morning paddling, but he would be allowed to go back to letting Janine take him to the bathroom, like before. Instead of having to go into his diaper in front of everyone and then be spanked for it. Of course at other times, he had to remain on display in the diaper.

So while Renée was asking Mr. Durden where she could get a small stool from, Percy let it be know that he was exercising his right to ask to be taken to the bathroom. Of course neither Tommy nor the Durdens knew anything about his shameful bathroom request. But he thought about how infinitely worse it would be if he had to go through with the forced bathroom, shame stool procedure, in front of the new onlookers, like the day before. Renée was still somewhat exasperated when he asked to go now. When it seemed to her that this was a silly little boy delaying tactic. But now the a shame stool had been located and placed in the center of the room.

"Very well then Percy. But I want you to ask while your standing on that stool in your diapers in front of everyone. And make sure you do it properly."

Percy hadn't bargained for that. That he would have to do it this way. But stand up on the small, short stool he did, while Janine eagerly came over to him.

"And make sure you ask her in a loud voice so everyone can here how a little boy asks to have to be taken to the bathroom."

But before Percy had a chance to perform his shameful verbal task, Renée had once last request…

"Janine, remove this naughty boy's diaper!"

"No NO!, wait mommy, please!. Can't we wait until were in the bathroom. I need to go real bad mommy, please!"

"Nonsense my boy. We will do it right now while your up on that stool. Really Percy, I don't understand why your making such a fuss. All naughty little boys look the same when their all bare. You are no exception. Besides you won't be needing that diaper for quite a while young man. Among other things we have a paddling to finish. I'm sure you haven't forgotten about that. We will have you naked right now… Janine…? Remove it! Percy you keep still."

The safety pins on the diaper were quickly removed. Of course in addition to being greatly embarrassed by being put on display in front of people he barely knew, Percy also had to pray that they wouldn't discover the wetness of the soiled diaper.

"Okay, now you really look like a boy who is ready to ask to be taken to the bathroom."

As he fearfully watched Janine hand over the soiled diaper to her mother so far the coast was clear. Nobody had noticed that the diaper was wet. He could tell by everyone's mood this morning that he would really be in for it if that happened. He just wanted to get this over with so he could get to that bathroom. He really had to go badly.

"Now Percy, you you stop all that fidgeting around and stand still, REALLY… Now you know what to say, so say it like i have taught you to say it. "

There was an eerie silence as Percy began his little speech to ask permission to be taken to the bathroom…

"J… Janine, I am a naughty boy who has lost my privileges to use the bathroom by myself. I am just a little boy who needs to be taken there. P…please take me there now, so…"

Renée abruptly cut him off and seemed very agitated.

"Now Percy, you know that you are forgetting something, aren't you ? And I'm sure you are doing it on purpose too. You know that if we were doing this normally back at the cottage, that you would have to ask Janine to take you there with both your pants and briefs pulled right down to your knees. That you always have to state it that way, Percy. Now look at everyone and tell them how you normally say it. Right now!"

"Yes mommy. I… I would have to say Janine, Please take me to the bathroom with my p… pants pulled down."

"Yes exactly, Percy. And they would be pulled all the way down. And then off you would shuffle to the bathroom with your pants and undies around your little ankles, just like a naughty little boy who is about to get a good spanking. In other words you always have to say what state of undress you are in when you ask properly. And you know that begin we have been over this before."

Percy couldn't believe that she was going over all of this now in such detail. And in front of everyone too. And he had to get to that bath room so badly. It was so hard for him to keep still. But it made him even seem that much more juvenile, the way he was shuffling around, trying to hold it.

"Percy stand still! What state of undress are you in right now, young man?"

Oh! This was so terrible he thought. The way that she was dragging the whole thing out on purpose, deliberately shaming him. But he knew cooperate and we get to that bathroom that much quicker.

"N…Naked mommy."

"That's right Percy, NAKED! And there is certainly a good reason why you are NAKED right now, isnt there? Why are you not wearing any clothes right now, young man?"

"B…Because I'm being p…punished," he stammered.

"Very good. Then let's all hear you say it the proper way like you have been taught. And quick trying to evade your situation. Is that clear ?"

"Y…Yes mommy. Janine would you please take me to the bathroom… n…naked! B…because I'm want to learn how to be a good boy, and not the n…naughty b…baby I act like."

"Good boy!", she mocked him.

"You finally asked properly. Now you run along to the bathroom with Janine. And make sure you don't miss the toilet this time," she scolded him. So out he put his little hand, for Janine to take him. As he turned to leave everyone got a good look at his fading red fanny. It was so shaming, having to go there naked, a well spanked little boy having to be taken to the bathroom. And the main problem was the bathroom was not very far away. And of course he knew when he got there that he was not allowed to close the bathroom door. And from where everyone was they could easily see him doing his duty. Janine of course went inside with him, but stood out of the way, so as not to block anyone's view. It was very embarrassing as everyone could clearly hear him peeing into the toilet. Looking at his still reddened bottom as he stood there.

But it was about to get even worse for him, for as Renée held the soiled diaper in her hands, she of course took a good look at it. She quickly discovered that it was a little damp from his pee. She was not very happy about it either. There was definitely going to be some additional punishment for this she thought. She couldn't believe that he would try to get away with this, especially in light of the fact, that she was letting him use the bathroom. She wondered if he had remembered that she promised him a good dose of the cane, if he tried to pull this little stunt again. When he finally was led back from the bathroom, it was a very angry mommy that the naked boy faced. She wasn't going to pull any punches, verbally chastising him in front of everyone this time. He knew right away from the mean look on her face and the way she was accusingly holding up the diaper. You could see a small damp spot where it was still a little wet. Percy hung his head down. He knew he had been caught. He should have told her.

"You know perfectly well young man, that you are supposed to tell someone right away when you have wet your diaper. What did I till you about getting a rash young man. My goodness you really are a baby, if you can't even tell your mommy when you wet your diaper."

"B…but mommy, it's only a little spot."

"But you knew that you wet it didn't you. And yet you didn't say anything."

There was nothing that Percy could say to that. It was certainly true that he knew about it.

"Why didn't you tell either Janine or me about this ?"

"Mommy please, I was so ashamed to say it in front of everyone here."

"That's no excuse, and you know it," she glared at him.

"And then to stop it off, not only didn't you ask someone to take you there, then you went anyway and still didn't let anyone know. Thats why I'm really upset at you. It's because you were deliberately trying to be deceitful with me."

There was simply no argument against that line of reasoning. he could only hope for some clemency and it certainly didn't look like he was going to be getting any this morning. He knew from past experience that once it reached this point, it was better to just take what he had coming with the best attitude that he could. He had certainly learned that much from his brief stay with Renée. But it seemed so hopeless. The best he could hope for was for them to run out of time, and that he had to get to school. He figured that this was one of those occasions where, he would be having some time of punishment that would continue beyond this morning's session. He was right!

He was very scared thinking about what she would do on top of what he already had coming to him. He knew at the very least he was going to get the cane. Oh how he would carry on in front of everyone. He knew how much it could sting. And he also knew Renée would not spare him as angry as she was. And he had never gotten the cane before on a previously paddled behind. What would that feel like he wondered. But that was not all Renée planned for him. He would have never guessed. "Yes, Percy, it would have been very shaming for you to ask to go to the bathroom in front of everyone. But not nearly as shaming as what you are going to have to do for the next day and a half."

Percy started to get nervous at the way she said this. Also he was very worried about getting an erection in front of everyone, like he had been known to do in situations similar to this back at his own cottage. Meanwhile as it looked like things were going to drag out a little bit longer than what had been planned for Percy, Tommy remained in position in the corner, naked, kneeling on his hands with his palms now starting to ache more than his sore fanny. And he still had the dreaded hairbrush to go through yet.

"Percy, I think you need to get the shame stool again. Everyone is anxious to hear what your additional punishment will be. That's right up high on the stool so we can all see what a naughty bare boy looks like."

Once again on shaky legs, he had to mount the small stool naked, in front of everyone. And had to wait, without covering himself to hear what his additional punishment would now be, added it on to the resumption of his paddling.

"Very well Percy, here is what your continued babyish behavior and deceit has earned you. First of all you have just added on an additional two days of forced public, going to the bathroom in your pants, days. Of course there will also be an additional sound spanking to go along with each shameful, babyish act. I'm sure you would have guessed that part. Right up there while you stand up on that stool. Where we can all have a good view of a naughty little bare boy, getting his just desserts."

Inside Percy fought the urge to burst into tears at any second, and give credence to the baby part. But he hadn't even heard how, and where, his extension of his punishment would take place.

"But its going to be conducted a little differently then the way that you did it before. So I want you to listen carefully to mommy on what you will be expected to do."

He was trying his best to listen, but it was so hard having to stand in front of everyone all exposed and everything. And for some strange reason he was starting to get hard again.

"I am going to find a very special pair of "pee pants" for you. The smallest cutest boy pair of cotton shorts I can find. They will only be used over the next two days for one purpose. Wetting your pants like a naughty boy. If you have to go poo-poo, I will allow you to do that in your diaper. So you will have to have someone change it over at our cottage. But if you have to go pee, you will of course first have to notify one of the three of us that you have to go. Naturally at this point you will still be wearing your clean diaper. But your "pee pants" are not going to be over at our cottage, oh no, my dear boy. They are going to be hung right out here on the front porch of this cottage. Tommy's cottage."

"But mommy please, everyone will be able to see them out here!"

"That is the idea my bad little boy. Not only simply see them. But know what they are used for as well. And do you know why they are going to know that?"

Percy was much to horrified to think about asking why.

"Because after we finish your punishment, you are going to be sitting on a very sore bare fanny, if we have time before school, on a very hard wooden chair doing a sign. The sign is going to say in big large colorful letters, "Percy's Pee Pants". So that nobody has any doubt why those pants are hanging out there all wet, damp, and urine stained."

"No please mommy!, can we at least keep them inside please!"

"Dont be silly. Do you want to have Mrs Durden's living room all smelly with your pee pants. No I want them kept out on the porch. Why hide them ? There are no need for secrets at Cordova. Just like all the other boys, your being punished. Some days depending on what you do, you need to be punished more than other days. So anyway, at some point when your still in your dry diapers at the house, you are going to have to go pee-pee like a little boy. As soon as you think you have to go, you will notify Janine as you normally would. Except now you will be taking a little walk in your diapers all the way to Tommy's cottage."

"Please, Please mommy, I can't go out in my diaper again, NO!|"

"Percy if I here any more complaints from you about this, you will walk over with the pacifier in your little mouth. You know you deserve this."

"And when Janine walks you over there, you will hold her hand, without complaining about it too. Once you arrive at the cottage, you will get your special pants down from the hook. While still remaining on the front porch you will ask Janine take off the diaper your wearing and put your pee pants on. No underpants will be allowed. Just the pee pants only."

"But mommy, that means I will be all n…naked in front of everyone out there."

"Yes you will Percy. And the more you fuss and carry on about it, the longer you will have to be naked right out on that front porch, while your pants are put on by Janine. Then once they are on you, and it may take quite awhile to get them on as damp and small as they will be, at that point you will knock on the door and wait until somebody lets you in to be punished. From there I think you know the routine… The shame stool in the middle of the living room,. You standing on it while everyone watches you pee your pants like a little boy. And then that followed by a good sound spanking after. First on your tight wet shorts. Followed by having them taken right down for a good portion on your bare wet little fanny. Then while everyone is still in attendance, a fresh diaper put on, right up on the changing table, in full view of everyone there. Finally walked back, to your own cottage in the diaper again. There will be more for you to do perhaps as i work on the fine details of your shaming punishment. Like having to give a little speech while your up on the stool. Things of that nature. But I will let you know about that when you get back from school."

"M…Mommy do I still have to wear the diaper under my school shorts?"

"I think you know the answer to that young man. Of course you do. And if you happen to wet it at school, I of course expect you to raise your little hand, and immediately let Mrs. Matlack know right away. So she can make arrangements to have it changed. I know that she wouldn't want you to get a rash or anything," she said with a rye smile.

Now do you think that all of this, is going to help remind you, that when you have to goto the bathroom in the future, to let somebody know about it. Or to tell us when you have a wet and messy diaper?"

"Y…Yes mommy it will," he replied nearly defeated in shame. "Very well then. We will be going over this more when you get back from school, about your punishment. But we still have two naked naughty boys who have a few lessons to learn down in this basement. And we need to take care of that first, dont we young man?"

"Y…Yes mommy."

It was at this point that Percy out of the corner of his eye, noticed that Mr. Durden was holding a very large paddle in his hands. A paddle that was about twice the size of his own paddle that had just broke across his bare fanny just a short while ago. When Renée saw the alarm on his face, she couldn't help but comment.

"Yes my naughty boy. That great big paddle is for your fanny. Its time we got your little bare bottom off that stool, so you can take your medicine. And I think its high time, that Janine learned how to give her first paddling to a very naughty boy."

Percy's face burned red in shame. The best he could hope for was perhaps because the paddle was so big, that he wouldn't get it as hard as when Renée gave him a paddling.

"Do you think you can take this small boy over your lap to do the spanking Janine? It looks like you may be able to handle him. I just want to make sure you have enough room to swing that paddle and give that fanny of his a good tanning. Here let's place this chair right out in the middle of the room, so we all get a good view of that naughty fanny being blistered. Now young man, bring your shame stool right over here beside the chair. We will want to prop your feet up on it so its putts your bare fanny into a proper position for the paddle. Here is the paddle Janine. You might want to take a couple of practice swings with it to get your arm limbered up. It is quite a heavy paddle, isn't it. I'm sure this will produce quite a healthy sting in this naughty boy's fanny."

The preparations all feel into place. Janine took a seat in the chair, with the large wood paddle resting in her lap. Everyone else repositioned themselves to get a better view of the imminent paddling. Percy was brought over by Renée and the naked boy was helped into position across the young teen girl's lap. his feet were carefully positioned on the stool, which had the effect of giving his bare bottom that full rounded shape, that was just perfect for a large paddle. Janine felt a surge of excitement flow through her loins as she realized that she was going to be solely responsible for producing quite a sting in this boy's bare fanny. Renée stood at the front of the chair holding the crying boys hands. Percy was softly whimpering as the large heavy paddle rested against his entire bottom. He knew that this would sting more than anything he had received up to this time with the exception of the junior cane. Janine started tapping the paddle against Percy's rounded buttocks as if trying to gauge her aim.She was almost dizzy with excitement.

"Now Janine, make sure that they are good, crisp, hard whacks. Not too fast now, I will give you the sign for the next stroke. We want this naughty boy to feel each and every whack of this paddle. I can assure you young man, that this will hurt quite a bit," she exclaimed while tightening the grip on his hands. "Mommy how, many should I give this naughty boy ?"

"We shall see… Percy, keep those naughty legs together and keep yourself still. You are here to learn a lesson. Janine, you may begin…"

WHACCKKK!

And it was a good hard one too. Janine felt the power of wielding the large paddle. There was that slight pause and silence before the true sting set in to Percy's backside. And then a wave of fire swept over his hot fanny.

"YeOOWWW!"

"It hurts, it hurts, mommy…"

But ignoring him and not wanting to wait too long before the pain from the initial stroke started to subside, Renée gave the nod to Janine to give the next stroke…

WHACCKKK!

Right across the center of his little bare bottom. Both of his feet kicked from the intensity of the stroke. Not waiting as long for the third stroke, Renée gave Janine the sign again…

CRACCKKK!

"NO NO more, mommy, please… my bottom, oh my bottom," the naked boy cried in anguish. But the paddling continued. After one more stroke Percy was reduced to a blubbering punished boy. By about the ninth stroke, already in the center of each punished cheek a darker red circle was forming. But still the paddling continued.

"Oh Oh Oh!, Please MOMMYYY Please… no more please!"

WHAcKK! craCCKKK!

"Legs together… Keep that bottom still, continue Janine…Renée commanded… Despite the pain, you could see how much progress she had made with Percy as he still was quick to obey.

"Im trying mommy. But it hurts my poor, poor bottom so badly. Please no more. !PLeasEEEEEE…"

WHACCCKKKK!

Renée settled on about 15 total strokes. She knew Percy still had a taste of the cane to go, and she wanted to be careful not to overdo things. Janine's face was flushed with excitement. And she scared her ownself by actually being disappointed that the paddling was over… There was no mercy to be found for Percy anywhere left inside of her. She had felt the power of the paddle. Renée and Janine both tried to comfort the well spanked boy the best they could while they let him remain over Janine's lap for a good five minutes. He was in no hurry to get up… And his crying was still continuous.

But it was now time to deal with Tommy and his dreaded hairbrush spanking…

— O —

While Percy continued to weep and cry from the throbbing he felt in his young spanked buttocks, Mrs. Durden was busy getting some colored markers and a large piece of plain white paper, so that Percy could get his humiliating sign done, while Tommy was undergoing his hairbrushing. Naturally, she made sure that she had a very hard wooden chair for Percy to sit on, bare bottom, while he performed his task. Tommy remained in his penitent position in the corner, naked on his palms. But he knew that it was just about his turn one again. While Percy was brought over naked by Renée to the table where he would begin his writing task, at the same time, Tommy was brought out of the corner and token to the center of the room where the action would take place by Mr. Durden. As Percy winced as he sat down on the very hard wooden stool to begin his task, he was quietly remained not to forget that he still had a dose of the cane coming to him before he would be allowed to get dresses for school.

As Tommy was brought over, he looked on with surprise and horror as it was Janine sitting with the very large hairbrush in her lap, who was waiting for him. her face flushed with excitement from Percy's previous encounter with the paddle. She now had a new younger boy to take care of and complete his spanking. She was feeling the power and excitement of having the two naked boys under her control. This time there would be no coaching at all from the two woman. She would be left to deal with Tommy at her discretion. little did Tommy know that, as his sobbing started to begin again, it did not make Janine feel sorry for him, as was partly his intention. It only seemed to enflame Janine passions to punish this young boy's bare fanny. Tommy could see in it Janine's eyes right away that sparkle of excitement that he knew indicated that he would not leave her lap for a very long time. And would not be allowed up until his bare young fanny was blistered. but there was not a thing he could do about it. She was the designated spanker. And he was under her control and direction. For Renée it was sort of like the next test for Janine. A hairbrush spanking to a boy, where she called all the shots.

Tommy was brought out of his punishment corner and he immediately knew what was required of him in these situations. Naked as the day he was born, he went over to get his spanking apron down from the wooden peg. He knew that especially for the hairbrush, that he would be needing it. He obediently returned with it and stood with his daddy to await further instructions. Holding the apron noisily with both his small hands.

He was brought right over by his daddy to stand right directly in front of the eager young teen spanker. Naked his fanny already reddened, he held his head down shyly and sniffled through his tears. He looked very much already, the punished little boy, and yet his hairbrushing had not yet begun. Wishing to be taken across the knees of the young girl right away, and just get the painful business over with as quickly as possible. His bare fanny facing toward the rest of his audience.

"Stand up Janine and Tommy will put his spanking apron on you all by himself. He knows what to do in these occasions."

Janine did as asked and turned around so Tommy could tie the spanking apron around her trim waist. The apron only gave Janine another symbol of feminine authority over Tommy and helped serve to increase her confidence in being able to administer a sound hairbrushing to this deserving boy. Tommy went back to stand in front of the young girl again, but he was obviously forgetting a few things…

"Tommy what in the world is the matter with you my boy", quipped his mommy.

"Just because it is Janine who will be doing your hairbrushing, does not mean that you shouldn't be in your scolding, pre-spanking position. You know the position very well young man, resume it!"

Never having been punished in front of this many people before, Tommy nevertheless, wisely did as he was told. But it was still horrible having to take the shaming position in front of a young girl. Slowly he clasped his hands behind his back, being careful to place them just above his spanked bottom. And then the worst part having to move his feet wide apart spreading his legs to expose him further. The worst part of all though, was when he felt his bare 11 year old penis start to rise so painfully slow, until it stood at an obscene angle, jutting straight out ahead, It was at eye level with Janine. And she did not take her gaze off it for a second. Nothing had been more Embarrassing in his whole young life to this point, as this exposed moment. He could only pray that it would be a very short lecture. But realizing his shameful predicament, his mommy was going to do anything but make it a short scolding. She wanted to prolong this moment as an important part of the young boy's punishment.

Only a short distance away at his table, Percy could not help glancing over from time to time at his young naked friend's predicament. But this only served to make his own bare 13 year old erection grow that much more stronger, as he began to relate in his mind the shame that Tommy was now going through in front of all of them.

"All right Tommy, I want you to tell Janine and everyone here, one more time, why your naughty fanny requires a painful application of the hairbrush this morning. You certainly know that you don't have to be spanked with the brush often, do you?"

"N…No mommy…"

"And what does that mean about your behavior when you do have to get the brush, Tommy?"

"That Iv'e been extra naughty, mommy."

"Yes, a very naughty boy… And I'm sure you agree that wetting the bed at your age is very naughty and requires a through punishment, dosen't it?"

"Y…Yes mommy."

This was always so hard to have to agree to these kind of statements, when you knew it meant that the hairbrush awaited you. But arguing would only get you a worst spanking, so what was there to do.

"Mommy, please tell Janine not to hard? That hairbrush sting so much… ohh… mommy."

"Yes, it certainly does young man. Renée, has Janine ever used the brush before?"

"No, she hasn't. But she has watched me used it a time or two on Percy's bare fanny. So she does have some idea of how to use it."

"Well Tommy, you just heard what Percy just got from that paddle. I certainly see no reason to spare you after the shameful act that you committed. No I'm afraid its going to be a good one for you this morning and we need to get started so we have plenty of time to learn what happens to baby bedwetters at Cordova…"

All Tommy could do is hang his head and sob and he knew he his fate was sealed for a through bout with the brush.

"Go on Tommy right over that aproned lap for a good dose of the brush. And you know the position for the brush… Yes, the same one for Janine too. This brush is going to sting your bare little fanny quite a bit I'm afraid, and we have to have preparations for all the struggling, kicking, and trying to protect your burning bottom with your hands, don't we?"

Weeping and scared half to death of that hairbrush, Tommy reluctantly climbed across the noisy, aproned, pre-maternal teenage lap. He made sure his bare bottom was pointed straight up directly in the center of his lap, just like when he crawled across mommy's lap for a sound spanking. It made him feel extra ridiculous when he had to get a spanking over the lap when completely naked.

And oh…how shaming to be spanked by a girl only a few years older than himself. Suddenly being naked, the age difference seemed much greater to him. Position for the brush meant, legs a bit apart, about shoulder width. Hands in the center of the lower back wrists crossed just above the bottom. The other option was to have a third party holds the hands out in front. But it would much more interesting to see what kind of control would exercise over Tommy, giving her very first hairbrushing. And also a test for compliance on Tommy's part. With all these people watching him, he was going to do his best to take the hairbrush with as much dignity as he could muster. Trying to keep as still as possible and not be thrashing all about like a little baby. but he also realized that no boy could take a sound spanking from a Cordova hairbrush without some animated reactions.

"All right, Janine, we are ready to begin. Now the hairbrush is a pretty severe implement, so you will not want to spank as fast as you use your bare hand for a spanking. Especially when you start out, you want to start him slowly and let those first few individual swats sink in. So that he feels the first few spanks, before the next one is delivered. Perhaps a little faster tempo at the beginning than whenever your mom or myself, gives a paddling. Later in the brushing you will want to speed it up faster, and faster, so that he feels all the strokes together. Like perhaps more of a series of bursts 6-10 in a row, and then a pause. Then another series. Near the end of the spanking if it is to be a severe brushing, a few spanks in a row to the same spot is a good idea. Also some spanks to the place where the lower bottom meets his thighs and even some spanks on the back of his bare legs."

"Is this to be a severe hairbrushing?", Janine eagerly inquired, hoping that it would be.

Tommy held his young breath in anticipation of that answer. "Yes my dear, Tommy has been a very bad boy this time, and it is to be a severe hairbrush spanking. I want him to remember this when he sits down at school today."

This stern response immediately set Tommy off whimpering as he felt Janine's small hands pin both his wrists into the small of his back in preparation for a sound hairbrushing.

"First try to cover all the areas of his naughty bottom. So that his entire fanny is hot and stinging. Then later you can concentrate on certain areas of his bottom or legs. Are you ready to learn a good lesson from this, my boy?"

Crying Tommy, shakily responded, "Y…Y…Yes M…mommy."

"Very well then Janine, begin the brushing! Make each stroke count," she called out as Janine raised the brush.

WHACCKKK!

Janine played it safe and aimed right for the center of Tommy's small butt. She did it hard, with a little wrist snap just like she had seen her mother do before with Percy. If Tommy thought that he would be getting off easy, he knew that he was sadly mistaken from that first stroke of the hairbrush. It hurt like hell ! Just like when his mommy did it. His whole little bottom tensed all up and it was a minor miracle he did not yell out on the very first stroke. There was a pause of a few seconds and then the second fiery stroke landed on the right buttock.

WhaPPPPP!

"Oh Oh Mommyyyyyy, it hurts. It hurts!", he called out. And even after only the second stroke his little bottom wiggled a bit from side to side and his little feet kickup a bit. but before he could fully recover from the second stroke, the third was smacked down hard right in the middle of his other buttock.

CRACCKKK!

Janine felt a surge of excitement flowing through her loins like she had never felt before. Nobody said anything. She was in control. Complete control for the moment. And she felt a strong confusing desire, to really make this small cute fanny sting a lot. Tommy lets out more of a cry this time. His feet kicked up a bit higher. And his little fanny danced around after that stroke. Janine's voice almost sounded hoarse with excitement as she scolded him. Tapping his hot fanny with the brush as she spoke. She remembered being there to hear how her mom scolded these naughty boys on these types of occasions…

"You just keep still young man. We have only just gotten started. This naughty little fanny needs lots more spanks," she chastised him as she went back right to the center of his bottom with both the fourth and fifth strokes. From there she went back to alternating between his buttocks. First the right and then the left side. Still not rushing the strokes at this point, but letting each one sink into his burning bottom. By the time only a dozen strokes had been administered, there were already to round dark red spank circles on each cheek of his hot fanny. Tommy still did all the shameful crying and verbal pleading and protesting that he did with his mommy. It was so shameful with all of the people looking on. But he simple couldn't help himself. God this brush really hurt. And having his hands pinned like this, there simply wasn't a thing he could do about it. And left up to her own devices, it certainly didn't look like Janine was going to stop any time soon. She was truly intent on teaching this bad boy a lesson.

Over at the table, just a short distance away, Percy was finding it very difficult to concentrate on his own punishment task. He winced everytime he heard that loud smack of the hairbrush into his friend's small bare bottom. And hearing the pitiful whimpering, and the cries for mercy, he knew what that was like. But still he couldn't help from stealing a glance over from time to time. And somehow he felt guilty himself, because the scene being played out was strangely exciting to him in a way. it always seemed that way when he was observing someone else taking a good hard spanking, instead of him. And usually what was the most confusing to him, was the closer the friendship he had with another boy, the more exciting the spanking was to him. When he reasoned out, that in fact he should be feeling more sorry for Tommy. Well actually he did feel bad for him in a way, but he was also conscious of the fact that he now had a full erection that was standing straight up. He scooted the chair a bit closer to the table trying to hide it. And hoped that nobody noticed. there wasn't much chance of that though, as the other adults were intently watching the continuing hairbrushing with as much interest as him.

Janine was now wisely picking up the pace. Tommy's reactions were becoming much more animated. His pleas for clemency were getting harder and harder to understand. He was crying harder and continuously now as the brush was now going over old territory. But yet it continued. There would be pauses for scolding and admonitions, but then it would quickly resume again. Then Tommy made a big mistake. He kicked his foot up much higher in a tantrum like fashion. He nearly kicked Janine right in the face.

Mrs. Durden's loud voice could be heard easily above the spanking and the crying…

"TOMMY!, you know better than that young man. You know some minor kicking of your feet is allowed. But that kind of show of rebellion will be punished. Janine five spanks in a row on the back of each leg…"

"Mommy! please! I'm sorry. Really I am, I didn't mean it. Not the legs mommy, oh that hurts."

Mrs. Durden simply ignored him and she came over and pressed down on the left foot to keep it still.

"Five hard ones in a row young man on each leg for that outburst of temper. You will keep these feet still. Begin Janine…"

"No NO NO!", but already the brush was doing its work.

Tommy's whole body flopped about. The sting was intense. No boy could take five in a row with the brush, no boy! It seemed harsh. But this was an example of the key to Cordova's system. Total control. There had to be some form of immediate retribution for the kind of act of defiance that Tommy just displayed.

Nip it in the bud. All the parents at Cordova knew this.

A large dark red spot immediately appeared where the brush had fallen.

"And now this other naughty thigh Janine, hard ones too!"

The other leg got the same harsh treatment. Sensibly mommy continued to hold down both Tommy's legs until the sting died down some. She then gave Tommy's bottom a few good spanks of her own…

"We are not nearly finished with this red bare fanny young man. Not after that outburst. Now keep still and take what's coming to you."

Taking a clue from Mrs. Durden, Janine resumed the brushing with even more vigor than before. As if she knew that she wanted to emphasize what Tommy's mommy was trying to say… Tommy did his best to keep his kicking under control. But the pain was quickly intensifying. He wanted to avoid any of the extra fiery spanks to the back of his legs. He knew that he would be getting a few of those randomly during the latter portions of the brushing. But to get five in a row like that, it was unbearable to consider it. Even up to this point, he had never taken a brushing like this before. And yet the brush still continued its angry assault on the dancing stinging cheeks. Finally Janine paused again and looked up at Mrs. Durden for some direction.

"Do you think that will do mam?", in a sense hoping the answer would be 'no'. Tommy held his breath in anticipation of her answer. Oh!, how his little bare bottom smarted.

"I think perhaps just a few more across his bottom and a couple across the back of his legs will leave a lasting impression on this naughty young man."

Tommy let out an audible sigh as he felt the hairbrush rubbing in circles across his bottom. And then those last few anticipatory light taps that he always felt right before the spanking would resume. But at least he knew he was nearing the end of his ordeal. But goodness his hot bottom could hardly take much more of this assault. Knowing that it was her last chance at it, Janine did not spare this young boy's buttocks either. With an occasional good spank to the back of his tender legs. Tommy writhed and struggled all over the young girl's lap for all the good it did him. His bottom of course was doing the most movement, as the hairbrush was falling continuously in a random pattern everywhere across his small bottom.

"Keep that bottom STILL!", she admonished him.

Knowing at that point that, it was rather impossible at this stage of a hairbrushing. No young boy could. She was nearly finished when Tommy felt a particular nasty spank right on the inside of his left upper thigh. He really couldn't say why he did it. It just happened instinctively. He committed a very grave offense indeed. That showed the ultimate act of defiance. He bit Janine on the leg, hard! Caught off guard by his rebellion, she let out a shocked piercing scream…

"HE BIT ME! OWWWW, THE LITTLE BRAT BIT ME!"

This immediately set a very angry Mrs. Durden into action. She came over to Janine and grabbed the large hairbrush from her hand.

"He will very quickly regret that action, I can assure you of that. Hold his hands tightly Janine, lets see if this will keep him from biting people…"

Tommy of course immediately regretted his actions, but it was far to late for him. He could only try and brace himself against the coming flurry of spanks… And it began hard and fast, all over his already sore dark red fanny and back of his legs. Even Renée was impressed with what she saw.

"No No wait mommy!, Im sorry ow ow ow!, It was an accident, I didn't mean too I'm sorryyyyy!"

"You bad, bad, bad boy. Take your medicine you naughty boy… Biting people eh… This is what happens to naughty boys who bite people…"

It only lasted for a minute or so, but it was an intense minute of some very painful spanking…

"You know what this means dont you young man! Janine, dont let him rub that fanny, keep holding those hands."

" Mommieee …?"

"Yes young man, it means a little trip to the blistering room, where daddy will be doing the honors this morning."

"No mommy, no mommy, I'll be good, I promise. I didn't mean to bite her, noooooo!"

"I'm sorry Tommy its bit too late for your promises now. I'm sure you will be in a mood for promising when you come out of that room… You can promise all you want then… And then afterwards your still getting your punishment enema. Don't you think that I've forgotten about that. In front of everyone!"

Acts of defiance of this magnitude if they happened upstairs, earned Tommy a trip down to the basement. But there had to be a way of handling acts of defiance down in the basement too. The solution was the "blistering room". Most boys that stayed with the Durdens did not require a second trip to it during their stays!

Especially since the blistering normally took place on an already well spanked little fanny. This would be Tommy's first trip to it. But he was certainly aware of the room. He had been told about it, and even been given a quick look at it. It wasn't used often. It was formerly an old utility closet down in the basement. It had a long medal rod that you could hang clothes from and everything. The rod had been adjusted at a lower height. It was located in the back of the room. Everything else had been cleared out of the closet of course. The metal pole was reinstalled at the perfect height for a young boy's hands to be at just about full stretch above his head. There were to silk scarfs that hung from the pole. They were there to attach a young boy's wrists to. Out of the floor were two eyebolts that were slightly wider than shoulder width apart. These has a silk scarf attached to each one to secure a boy's ankles. Thus immobilizing him. On the side wall hung implements that the Durdens seldom used. A cane, very large wooden paddle, strap, and a length of rubber hose. Quite a collection! Having seen the room earlier, it sent a chill right down Tommy's spine to even think about what might happen to him in that room.

After Tommy was let up, he immediately collapsed to the floor in a seated position. He winced as his butt contacted the hard floor. It really wasn't another act of defiance, he was simply paralyzed with fear about that room. Both the Durdens knew that they had to handle this situation delicately.

They had been through this in the past many times. This wasn't a time for sternness, but a need for commissary, calm, and tenderness. At least until they arrived at the blistering room.

"Tommy… daddy will take you to the room now. You need to goto the room with him. Mr. Durden walked calmly over to the seated naked little boy. He showed a lot of patience wisely. Finally Tommy realized that the situation wasn't going to change. That he was going to get a "blistering" now and he would only make it worse through further rebellion. Finally he look up with those sad tearful eyes.

"Daddy ?, will you carry me to my spanking.

"Please daddy?" And he put his arms right out there for his daddy to pick him up.

"Of course son. Let's get this nasty business over with."

He then picked the naked boy right up into his arms. Tommy lovingly wrapped both his arms around his daddy's neck. He then wrapped both his legs right around Mr. Durden's back, like he was attached to him. Mr. Durden took both of his large hands and cupped them right under Tommy's small, bare, spanked, bottom. He could feel the heat from the spanking radiate right through his hands. It was a very special poignant, emotional moment. The two just stood there for a few moments. Daddy kissed the boy gently on the cheek.

"Are you ready son?"

"I'm ready daddy. But I'm real scared!"

The two then began a slow methodical march toward the "Blistering room". It was a touching scene as they turned and walked away, everyone who watched saw Tommy rest his head gently on his daddy's shoulder and then slowly he inserted his thumb into his mouth and began to suck on it. Trying to gain all the security possible to combat the growing fear that he felt inside of him. A sort of not wanting to face reality approach and the inevitable blistering that soon awaited him.

Meanwhile back over to the other main event, it was now back to Percy's turn again. It was to be the cane this time, even though it was the junior cane, it would hurt. He had gotten it a few times already, so he knew the sting that it possessed. But he was a bit unprepared for the position to be used… He was commanded to go over to the diapering table! Perhaps they were merely going to put his diaper back on, and forget about the canning that he was supposed to get. But he should have known better than that. It was going to be a most embarrassing caning that he would have to get in front of them. At the same time Tommy was being prepared in the blistering room. He still didn't know what nasty implement would be used on his already red, sore fanny… Percy heard the door to that room close at the same time that he was ordered to lie on his back on the diapering table…

— P —

Percy knew what was in store for him as soon as he was ordered up on the diapering table, on his back. It meant the upside down position for his canning. He has only gotten a spanking a few times in this position, but never the cane. It was a position that he hated for a few reasons. For one thing it hurt a lot more than just about any position he was put in, especially when they made him bend back his little legs. Sometimes all the way back to his head at times. This stretch the skin very tightly on his bottom and the back of his upper legs, and made them very sensitive. Even if he was just spanked by the hand it made the spanks, even those that were only taps, very painful. If he was fortunate his legs would be picked up more in a straight position. This would prevent his skin from being stretched so tight on his exposed fanny. His legs were usually lifted so high up that it would first bring his entire bottom off the ground or table. To just hang there bare in the air. All exposed and ready for spanks. Usually part of his lower back was lifted off the ground too, so that more than half of his body would look silly being upside down. But the higher he was lifted, the more it straightened out his body and put his cute bare fanny in more of a rounded bubble butt shape, than one that was stretched and would hurt more. So everything depended on the position of his legs and how high off the ground he was being lifted.

He had gotten the ruler, strap, and paddle in this position, and they all proved to be quite painful for him. It was difficult for him to imagine what that nasty cane was going to feel like on an already punished fanny. He hoped they at least wouldn't make him bend back his legs for the cane. But he had a sneaking suspicion they might. Oh that would be positively awful, he thought to himself.

The other terrible thing about this upside down position was the exposure that he had to go through. Of course he was bare bottom for it when it happened this way. And often his pants and underpants were removed entirely for this particular position. Now he was completely naked for it. it was so embarrassing to first have to climb up on that table, or lie on a small rug in the living room, face up. Many times he even sported an erection which made it doubly difficult for him. And when they got him up on the table, it was always hands on top of his head so that he was fully exposed. The exposure seemed to be a big part of it. Renée knew it would be difficult for a boy to handle this kind of exposing position at this age. She went to great pains to enhance it. In this particular case with three females looking on, it certainly was going to be enhanced. Renée had to be sure that the table used wasn't too high or she wouldn't be able to hold his legs up high enough. She was a strong enough woman that she could hold up both his legs with one arm just wrapped below Percy's knees. And yet still be able to spank him with her other hand or with an implement if that was being used. It was a low enough table and Renée was tall enough, so that it was determined that this diapering table would work with this spanking method.

The exposure of course worsened once the spanking got underway. If the legs were bent back, then Percy's bottom, his little bottom hole, and his bare ball sac would be seen by all. If the legs were lifted straight up it was even worse for him. His bare fanny and his whole front side would be seen. And normally as the spanking progressed, the more he wiggled around, which was of course inevitable, the more his bare front parts would bounce, and wiggle all about, shamefully.

And then there was the matter of his cute boy's face being seen during the punishment. His tortured facial expressions, his crying, and pitiful yelling, to all be fully seen. This simply wasn't the case in most of the other spanking positions used. And normally since this position was reserved for the more severe occasions, the spankings were typically long and protracted events. As painful as these events were. The ways things had gone so far in the basement, there was no reason to believe that this was going to be a short canning. Most of the time, for these painful events, the number of strokes were kept track of, and counted. That was at least Percy knew how many strokes he would receive. But this looked like one of those rare times, when the number of strokes were not counted. And on those occasions, he always count himself a very hot sore striped fanny.

Because Renée was the bigger of the two women, it was determined that she would be the one to hold Percy's legs when that position was called for. Though she really was experienced at giving caning, she had given very few in her tenure at Cordova, Mrs. Durden was the one designated to give the canning to Percy. At least for the first part of the canning anyway. For the more severe portion, where Percy had his legs bent back, it was logical that they should let Renée finish it. Since she was Percy's substitute mommy. Mr. Durden of course was occupied with a naughty Tommy. Janine would be on the sidelines for this one. She wasn't quite ready to give something that took as much care and experience as a good canning. Mrs. Durden of course would have Renée there for any coaching and advice that she needed. Renée could still get Percy into position and give out all the necessary commands and instructions. And with a canning, especially at the first stages of it at least, Renée was very meticulous that a boy be in the exact position that she requested of him. Of course in the first part of the canning, with her holding Percy's legs, she had the advantage of having some say, as to how she could position his bottom or back of his legs, by moving his legs, lower back and bare fanny around. Turning Percy slightly or twisting him around a bit or lifting the legs up a bit more. It wasn't easy work especially, when she had to perform this type of canning by herself. of course there were some occasions if Janine happened to be around, that she could hold up the boy's legs, to present his fanny for the stinging strokes of the cane. But even having someone's assistance it was very tough work, having to hold those legs, and turning his lower body, and putting up with all that twisting and turning and struggling. So the canning had to take place in stages, to allow Renée a chance to rest herself for the next onslaught.

During the interims, Percy was scolded and chastened about his misbehavior, whatever it was. Then the legs would once again be lifted and canning would resume from where it left off. Naturally the poor punished boy never knew how many of these stages would be required. And no about of pleading and begging, on the boy's part would change that fact. He did however, know when he was in the home stretch, because there was always that last part where he had to hold back his legs bent for the final strokes. At least then he would know that he was into the final portion.

Even though Percy's bottom had been heated up sufficiently from the previous severe paddling that he got, Renée couldn't resist the temptation for a few touch up spanks with her hand, before she turned the reins over to her good friend Mrs. Durden. Besides she thought it was such a childish, juvenile position to be spanked like that. The hand spanking just seemed to fit in. Especially in light of the small feminine audience that was looking on. It would be a good shaming lesson for Percy, she thought, before the more painful application of the cane.

For that part of the punishment it seemed much more appropriate and relevant to the position, if she did both the holding and the spanking. As though one mommy was plenty enough to handle this naughty little boy. The canning was a much more formal part of the punishment.

Percy was a product of Renée's methods and control. Without being asked to do it, he had already put himself into the position that he knew was required of him. Naked, lying face up on the low table, he obediently clasped his hands together and placed them on top of his head. He mad e sure that his bare legs were together, so that they could easily be lifted up and held for his spanking. All of this without question or argumentation in front of three excited females. About as shaming as it could get for a young boy his age. Renée was secretly pleased that Percy was behaving in such a submissive and controlled fashion. They had come a long way indeed, since those first few shaky days together. Her methods were paying off. Even Mrs. Durden was very impressed with the naked thirteen year old's demeanor.

Renée gave the short cane to Janine to hold for the time being, but not to be forgotten and came over to stand beside the table. Percy did not stir from his position, though he knew that his time was at hand. When he realized that mommy didn't have that mean old cane for the moment, there was the fleeting chance, that perhaps maybe it wouldn't reach that stage. Perhaps if he took the hand spanking like the best behaved boy in the world, that maybe he could talk his way out of then cane. He certainly knew the best thing to do at this point was to take his spanking with a very contrite attitude. He would try his best.

"Percy !, pulls those knees right up, young man."

He knew why she wanted him to do this. It was so she could more easily put her arm under his knee hollows to lift his legs, to get at his bottom.

"I think this little bare fanny needs another good warming-up before we move on to the cane. Thats it get those knees right up there." She swooped her one arm under his knees and easily lifted both of his legs up exposing his red fanny for more punishment.

"Thats right you naughty boy, keep those hands right on your head.", she said as she lifted his legs up even higher, exposing his whole fanny and now a portion of his bare lower back. Even if he wanted to block the spanks with his hands, it would be a very difficult task the way almost half of him was upside down. it was very difficult to reach is burning fanny, the way he was positioned. The higher up is legs were pulled the more difficult it would become. Renée rested her hand right across the middle of Percy's already spanked fanny. She lifted up on his legs just a bit higher, so that this narrowed his bare buttocks some and pushed the twin mounds out some, giving it that more full rounded shape, that she craved for hand spankings. Even though he was supposed to be a big thirteen year old boy, his bottom was pretty small for that age and now her large hand nearly reached across both of the huddling mounds. Just by pulling up and down a little on his legs, she could change the shape of his little fanny and the way it looked. As if she had control of that fanny not him. Liked she owned it or something. That is what she secretly liked about this spanking position.

It was such a babyish and mortifying position for a teen like Percy in front of them. Not lifting up too high yet to cause her any undue fatigue, Renée took her time with starting the spanking, showing everyone there her control over the boy and how easily she could handle him, to show him that he wasn't a big bad teenager in this environment. As long as she didn't lift up his legs too high, she could hold out for quite a while without having to put his legs back down so she could rest her arms. She gently patted his babyish, soft, rounded, bare cheeks as she scolded him in a chastening manner, one would expect a mother to do with a much younger child and not a big boy like Percy.

"Percy you should be ashamed of yourself having to be in the uppsy-daisy position in front of these two young ladies."

She called it the 'uppsy-daisy', to make him feel even younger of course. His bare bottom turned completely upside down.

"Now you will see what outright deception will earn you at Cordova, young man. First another sound hand spanking for you, and then your getting a good long dose of the cane. Lets see if you try to hide anything from mommy again when were done with you this morning," she said in a very determined tone of voice.

"Oh I wont wont mommy, really im sorry ! Oh !, not too hard mommy, wait wait !"

Bit it was too late for any last second negotiating. Already the spanks were falling one after another. Each one forcefully right across the center of his huddling bare cheeks. With his bottom unhindered and completely in the air, it immediately wiggled all around and started to do a little spanking dance, as Renée did not spare the boy. Such it was the nature of the position that his bottom would move around quite a bit more than when he was over mommy's knees. There really wasn't a thing he could do about it even if he wanted too. So his fanny continued to do a little jig and dance as the spanks were falling fast and hard randomly, putting a fire back in his bare bottom. His teenage fanny twisted and turned, move in circles, wiggled from side to side, and did everything it could to evade the spanks, but of course to no avail. Though there would be occasional admonishments to keep still, he knew that in this position there would be no extra strokes or some other penalty for moving his bottom about. The main thing was to make sure his hands stayed on his head. So he just had to concentrate on that as his bottom was soundly spanked.

"Keep still, and take your spanks, you bad, bad boy", Renée scolded him harshly. "This little bottom needs lots more spanks. Yes such a naughty bottom…", she chided him as she lifted his legs up more, which lifted up his entire body upside down even a bit higher, which had the effect of pushing his bottom out further, and making the cheeks even more rounded and boyish.

She was raining down the spanks even faster. Not in any one spot, but everywhere and anywhere on his hot reddening fanny. It was really rhetoric, her commands to keep still, keep his bottom still. She knew he couldn't comply. In was more to scold him in a shaming childish fashion than anything else. As the frequency of the sound spanks increased, the spanking dance that his fanny was doing only got more and more energetic, and now he was moving around so much that it borders on downright lewd. And since his audience was standing, looking on from the side, they also had a full view of his boyish bare parts flopping and moving all about. But the increasing pain in his scorched fanny was his main concern at the moment.

At first Janine held her attention to the spanking and the rapidly reddening bare bottom, but now as Percy increasingly moved around, Janine eased forward a bit so she could get a better view of Percy's bare front side bouncing all about. She was glued to it, and stared intently, feeling an ever increasing warmth in her loins. And the more that Renée pulled up on Percy's young legs, the more openly visible the bouncing parts were to her view. She found herself deeply disappointed when the short spanking ended suddenly. But it was only a preview, the cane was next !

Renée dropped Percy's legs, nearly exhausted from holding them and all of Percy's wiggling about. Percy winced noticeably as his freshly spanked bottom came back in contact with the diapering table.

Renée quickly went to get the cane from Janine. It would be a short reprieve for the boy. Renée came over and glanced down on the frightened crying boy. Menacingly she tapped the short junior cane into her palm. His bottom would not be spared this morning.

Meanwhile, Mr. Durden reappeared from his task with Tommy. Being careful to close the door behind him. But not long enough for the three woman to glance up and see Tommy's already spanked bottom facing them in the distance. It was an eerie and scary sight to catch a quick look at the boy standing facing the wall. His limbs restrained in the soft scarfs. Standing prone, almost at full stretch, spread eagle, to await his whipping. When the 'blistering room' was used there was always a short period of reflection and contemplation, before the harsh punishment was meted out. There wasn't too many trips necessary to the 'blistering room', and the Durdens wanted to make each and every trip to it a memorable one! So not wanting to miss any of the caning action with young Percy, Mr. Durden quickly came over, hoping things hadn't gotten started yet. He at least wanted to see a portion of this spectacle before attending to Tommy. But time was running short and there still was the matter of Tommy's public enema to take care of. He got back just in time to see the final childish scolding given to the young naked boy

Renée was just handing over the cane to his wife, as he looked on in suspense.

"Mrs. Durden will start your canning young man, I'll finish it. Dont worry Mrs. Durden is a very capable caning mommy, and she will give you all you have earned."

As the time was drawing near for his strict caning, Percy had to try one last attempt that all naughty boys attempt to have their young bare fannies spared from the cane.

"Please, please mommy… Ive learned my lesson already. I dont need the c… cane really mommy… Ive learned, yes I've really learned," he pleaded hopefully.

"Im the best judge of that and you know it. Now this is not the kind of attitude that mommy expects from a boy who knows that he has been a very naughty little boy. No Percy, this kind of deception call for nothing less than a good dose of the cane. And that is precisely what you are going to receive right now!"

Seeing her rising anger with him, Percy wisely kept his mouth shut. He had plenty of experience with Renée to know what direction he was headed when she was this determined to teach him a lesson. As she walked over to the table to lend her assistance she softened her tone with him somewhat.

"No I'm afraid that this kind of deliberate disobedience, calls for more than just a mere taste of the cane. It calls for a sound licking and I expect you too take it with a lot less thrashing around than during your hand spanking. Now place those hands on your head and keep them there. We are ready to begin… Thats better. Now legs right together… Good honey, now those knees right up again so mommy can lift these legs and get this bare fanny right in the air and all good and ready for the cane."

Right on cue, Mrs. Durden took her position on the opposite side of the table from where Renée stood. The first strokes at least would be given length-wise. Not having caned to many boys Mrs. Durden tried to hide her excitement as Renée slowly lifted up the boys' legs into the position she wanted him in to start with. Using both her arms to do it this time, it would prove to be an easier task than doing it alone. She lifted them out at a slight angle to retain there roundness and fullness, at least to start with. Mrs. Durden, her hands shaking with excitement, nervousness and lust, took aim. She placed the licking cane right across the very center of his shaking fanny. Giving his fanny those small little nervous taps, that you see from someone who is clearly enjoying their work.

"Do not spare him," Renée hoarsely told Mrs. Durden right before she was set to begin. And she did not…

SWISHHHHHh- Crackkkkkk….!

The long stripe of hot fire quickly left its impression on the young boy.

"OwIEEEEE, that smarts oHHHHHH."

There was a good 10 second pause to let it sink in to his bouncing bottom. The next stroke would not be given until everything was set and ready. He finally got still again and…

SWISHHHHHh- Crackkkkkk….!

Having barely recovered yet from the first stroke, the second bit into his bottom flesh with vengeance. A good caning was always a most memorable lesson at Cordova. Even if this was only the junior cane. Renée and Mrs. Matlock's caning method was always to start out the caning very slowly. Everything was organized and calm. Then there would be a steady increase in the frequency of the strokes until the conclusion came about. As the third searing stroke fell right across the center of his bottom, Percy's red fanny tensed up noticeably and he lifted his entire back up off the table. Renée fought to hold the legs still enough that they were thrashing around. The bite of the sting was intense. But already the cane lied across his lower bottom is readiness.

"Ohhh, Oh it burns. it burns so bad…lyy…"

This one landed a bit lower across his lower bottom cheeks.

"Keep that bottom still and take your punishment…" Renée calmly informed him. The four lines from the cane were clearly visible against the spanked red background.

"KEEP still…", swisshhh- Cracckkk !

Percy's burning bottom danced around in a sea of agony. It was a harsh lesson indeed for the young boy. Even in the 'blistering room', Tommy naked in his restraints, clearly heard the tell tale signs of the wicked cane. And especially his young friends cries, and pleas for mercy. He could tell from the atmosphere that was taking place that morning that his own young fanny was certainly not going to be spared. And oh, how it already ached so from what he had already received. He was very frightened about his own situation making it difficult for him to be too sympathetic about what Percy wa currently going through. He didn't even know what implement was in store for him. Really none of the choices were very good, no matter what was going to be chosen for him.

Meanwhile, back over at the canning table, it was time for Renée to take a rest from her tiring arms. The sixth full searing stroke had just been delivered to Percy's tensing bare bottom cheeks. His legs were gently put down, but the canning was by no means over. There was always that flicker of hope, but he knew that he was far from finished. He wanted so bad to rub and soothe those burning hot stripes on his fanny, but he knew even during pauses that he was required to keep his hands glued to his head. His little lower back arched slightly up and down, as he sought relief from the hard table, for his blazing fanny. Crying hard enough that his face was twisted and contorted to the onlookers. He was learning quite a lesson about deception with Renée.

It wasn't a long break for him. But it was an excellent time for a little scolding and lecturing to take place, on what happens to naughty boys who try to hide things from there mommies. Though with the fiery sting in his backside only half of what she was saying was getting through to him. He just wanted the whole horrible thing to be over and done with.

Unfortunately, his brief respite was over and he once again was ordered to raise up his knees. Softly whimpering, he felt his legs being slowly lifted up by Renée once again. This time, his legs were lifted up even higher than Renée, so that his entire fanny was well up in the air and ready for that burning stick again.

For the next set of licks, the pace was quickened somewhat. The cane falling against the dancing bottom cheeks at shorter intervals. The strokes were beginning to meld into each other, becoming just a single mass of pain. The pleading and crying grew in intensity, but fell on deaf ears with either of the two charged up women. Percy got ten more across his bare fanny before his bottom was set down to the table once again.

"Oh mommy !, Oh mommy ! … Please no more, NO MORE, Ohhh, it hurts."

But the pleas were really useless for the final stage of the canning was always the knees to the chest position. And that had not taken place as yet. So it couldn't be over as yet. Renée took the cane from Mrs. Durden. It was time for the final stage for the boy. A most painful one it would be for him too.

"It will be over soon, my boy. Over soon…", she tried to encourage him. "Percy,… Knees UP!"

Percy knew that it was useless to fight her. And he just wanted to get this painful business over with as soon as possible. So he brought up his knees to his chest and then wrapped his hands around his knee hollows and pressed his knees right into his chest. This left his little bottom completely exposed. His crack, his bottom hole, everything! It also stretched the skin on his red fanny very tight. Even light taps from the cane would have been very painful in the stretched position.

"Now, dont you dare let go of those naughty legs of yours until I say. You do need this."

Then the strokes started to fall again. Not hard, they really didn't need to be at this point. But they fell fast then the second dose had. Now a stroke about every couple of seconds or so… it was amazing really the compliance that Percy showed. holding up his own legs for a very painful lesson. Now after a few more length-wise, Renée repositioned herself, so that the strokes were now given up and down. Some of the strokes were now falling into his bottom crack. Still he held his legs firmly against his chest. His whole body seemed to bounce up and down off the table as a testament to his agony. Right on his little bum hole the strokes fell. Renée was quiet now, there wasn't much point in further scolding. Just a resolve to make sure that this naughty boy learned his lesson.

Finally, the canning came to an end and Percy was allowed to lower his legs to the table once again. It was over, and what a stern punishment it had been. Near the latter portions of it, Mr. Durden left. He had some unfinished business to attend with a naughty Tommy. As the door to the small room opened, Tommy heard him reach for one of the severe implements hanging from the wall. He quickly held his breath, as he heard the door to the small room close once again. It was now time for his lessons to resume. Stripped naked and restrained, he would not be spared…

— Q —

The caning had pretty much exhausted everyone involved. For Renée and Mrs. Durden both emotionally and somewhat physically. Janine's face was positively flushed red with excitement. She felt a stirring in her loins that begged for some relief. She mumbled out some excuse to go to the bathroom, and was granted permission to go back upstairs, as her assistance was longer required anyway. She quickly took off for the stairs in rather a hurry.

Somehow the other women knew that it wasn't simply a matter of having to go to the bathroom that sent her off in a rush. The final straw for her, was watching on his girlish amazement, as after the canning once Percy was lied back down on the hard table (padded diapering tables were not around in those early days), that from the nudity and the exposure and perhaps to some extent from all the spanking he had gotten that morning, that he started to regain his erection that he had from earlier. Janine having been a rather sheltered child for her age, simply could not look at anything else, as she looked on in awe of what was happening to the young spanked boy. To her it was a bit like boyish magic, that she watched as the little bare boyish penis rose all on its own, all bare and sticking right up. It stood right out and all on its own.

At first Percy didn't even give it any thought as the stinging and burning in his bare fanny cheeks was his main concern. But when he opened his young tearful eyes and saw the young teen girl staring straight at his privates he quickly became aware of his condition. Unfortunately this knowledge did not help him in getting rid of his erect condition. In fact it only seemed to make him even more stiff despite its condition. The most shaming moment for him of all, was just before the young teen girl took her hasty exit, she couldn't help but comment on Percy's condition…

"Mommy, look ! … Look at Percy. I…Its all stiff… Standing right up and all stiff…" Percy could only cry harder in his utter shame. Then in front of the two other woman. Renée calmly explained to Janine that this was not so unusual a condition in a boy of Percy's age and especially when they were all naked and/or just been given sound bare bottom spankings. Though she did add that, usually it was just a further indication that the boys were still being naughty. Emphasizing the word naughty. And showed that there spankings had certainly been deserved.

Shortly after Janine left, Percy asked and was granted permission to lie on his tummy instead of on his back. He complained of the hard wooden table aggravating the condition of his spanked bottom. Of course both woman knew that though this was true, the main reason was of course to get his bare erection hidden from view. However Percy's punishment for the morning was basically completed. And for both boys it had been indeed quite a session for them, and Tommy was still in the blistering room being dealt with. But once the punishment was over, but women had the philosophy that it was done with and finished. The scene would now switch over to comfort, sympathy, motherly love, consoling, lotioning, holding the little boys, hugging, and forgiveness and especially love and care. More so after a harsh session like this than normal ones.

Wisely both woman knew, in part from Mrs. Matlocks lectures on the subject, that this was as much a part of the punishment process itself as the actual administration of the punishment. That when this kind of severity was called for, it would prove to be most ineffective if it wasn't followed up with love and care. This of course also helped to emphasize the boys juvenile status. And after sessions such as this one boys normally welcomed this kind of lavish treatment from their loving mommies. They had to know that they were still loved when there bare fannies were still all sore and burning. They seemed to crave the attention and security right after the punishment. They needed their mommies now, and at Cordova there mommies were always there for them.

Unfortunately over at the infamous 'blistering room', Tommy had just a bit more punishment to take. But the Durdens were the most lenient of the surrogate parents, as had been pointed out. Though Mr. Durden's opportunities for administering corporal punishment did not occur too often, so he aimed to take advantage of each and every chance that he happened to get. But just before he went back to take care of Tommy, Mrs. Durden wisely pulled him aside to let him know what implement she wanted used and putting a limitation on the number of strokes. The implement was the old fashioned birch rod. A very seldomly uses implement in the Durden household. By the Durdens, implements of this severity were reserved for very special occasions. They were only ever used in the 'blistering room'. And even then they were used as more of a scare tactic and for their psychological emphasis than the damage that they caused to a young boy's bare fanny.

It also had to be remembered that Tommy was still only 11 and even then he was emotionally immature for that age. Percy was 13. And those missing two years meant quite a difference in their development and the way that each had to be handled and punished. You had to be very careful not to cross that fine line of really over doing things. Tommy had already taken a lot this morning. Still, biting was considered to be a very significant offense, and one simply couldn't let a boy get away with something like that.

Control was praised very highly at Cordova and to have something like this happen during the administration of corporal punishment, certainly had to be nipped in the bud. Of course a lot of this fine line between severity and over doing things had to do with the boy himself, his personality. And both Tommy and Percy were similar in that they were both meek and sensitive boys. They both had to be handled with great care, not to break them down too much. Then what complicated matters further was the regression and juvenile status that they both obtained after weeks of regression therapy. This only served to make there personalities more fragile as time went on. So it wasn't easy to do the right thing at times, but at least all mommies and daddies at Cordova were experienced.

Back in the 'blistering room', Tommy was petrified. The worst part about it was the silk scarf restraints. He was simply numb with fear when his daddy was preparing him earlier. Even when his hands were pinned into his back during a spanking, he hated that. But this was at another level altogether having to be tied for a whipping. So numb in fact, that he could not even offer any resistance to what he knew was going to happen to him. Like stories his parents or grandparents had told him about. And now it was going to actually happen to him ! The restraints were not painful of course. But just that helpless felling of not being able to do a thing about the whipping that he was going to get. Knowing that when he was like this, that daddy could whip his spanked little fanny for as long as he pleased. Was indeed a very scary feeling for a young boy his age. And now it was time as he heard daddy's slow footsteps echo across the expanse of the concrete basement floor. Those familiar hard wooden work shoes that he always seemed to wear. So loud and so foreboding to him. All of this was taking a toll on the young boy. And then first hearing him rummaging through some of the implements on the wall, like he was savoring each one. And then finally hearing the sound of water and a little slashing as Mr. Durden pulled the birch from its watery resting place, soaking in a tall vase in the corner of the room. When Tommy heard that he knew it would be the birch, and his little heart banged in his chest.

Of course the three other factors that did not occur to his young fearful mind as he heard the birch being lifted out of the vase, were … the number of strokes being given (11 one for each year of Tommy's age. The force of the strokes (neither one of the Durdens ever went beyond moderate force using the birch rod.) and finally the size of the birch (This was a rather short birch with 4-5 twigs perhaps tied together with the customary blue ribbon for boys at the handle ).

This was what ultimately determined the severity and the bite and sting that his young fanny would feel. Of course Tommy was not particularly thinking about those three factors. He only knew that this was the Birch ! … And he had heard some very horrific stories about this particular implement from others. Tommy certainly showed none of the defiance that he exhibited earlier with his biting incident with Janine. He was a very contrite and obedient boy indeed as he heard that birch being slowly lifted from the water. In many ways his lesson had already been learned from what his shaking naked little body had been through already. Of course both of the Durdens knew this. They had been down this same road many times before, with how to handle acts of rebellion of this magnitude. But they were sympathetic and they certainly had compassion. On the other hand they also enjoyed there roles as surrogate parents. And for Mr. Durden to walk through that old utility door again and to see that young boy tied up, spread eagled naked, with an already cute reddened fanny, was still an awesome sight for him. And now that spanked little bottom was going to have to have a taste of the birch too ! It certainly was a good thing for Tommys cute rounded fanny that the words compassion and leniency were a part of daddy's vocabulary.

Tommy heard his daddy's quiet footsteps walk up close to wear he stood restrained. So close that he could feels his daddy's body right next to his.

"Now Tommy, I'm certain that you are going to learn a good lesson about naughty boys who bite people during there deserved spankings. Your mommy and I don't like having to use the birch often, but you really have left us no other option, now have you. I know you have never had a taste of the birch before. I can assure you it has quite a remarkable sting to it, and you will not soon want a return visited with it across your naughty bare fanny…

"Please daddy ! I know I deserved to be punished. I'm real sorry. But can you please let me get down from the bar to take my punishment. I promise to take my punishment like a very good boy. Just please untie me first daddy…"

Mr. Durden's heart started to grow a bit more sympathetic to hear the boy crying and pleading like this. So though he didn't like to go against tradition. He came up with a bit of a compromise…

"Very well Tommy. If you can promise that you will take your birching like a good boy and not kick your feet all around and keep still… I will untie your legs. But if I find you cannot take your birching properly, then they get tied again. But your hands are staying tied to that bar until your birching is completely over. No boy can take a good birching on their naked fannies without both trying to protect there little bottoms and without resisting to rub their smarting naked fannies between strokes. Ok son…". emphasizing the word son, affectionately.

"Thank you daddy," the boy responded through his tears.

It seemed like a pretty small compromise. But actually it made quite a difference in the sting that a boy felt in their burning bare fannies, as to whether their feet were kept together, or when their feet were stretched wide apart, so that the skin of their bottoms was stretched much more tightly. This of course was not lost on Mr. Durden, as he issued his next command…

"All right young man", Mr. Durden began again as he swished the birch in the air for additional emphasis. "You're getting eleven good full strokes of the birch of your bare bottom. One for each year you are. I'm going to give you the first six with your feet together, like you have them now. And then the last five you are getting with your legs wide apart like you had them before. I will not give the next stroke until you are settled down, in position and ready for it. Before each stroke I want to see you push out your little bare fanny, like you know you are deserving this and to show daddy that you are ready to be a much better boy like I know you can be, and not bite people who are spanking you."

"Y…Yes sir," Tommy was trying to be brave.

"Very well then. I think we are ready then. I'm sure you want to get this over with as quickly as possible. So I hope I will have your cooperation, and you will take your birching like a good boy. I'm sorry son, but this is going to have to sting quite a bit…"

As Mr. Durden shakily laid the long birch twigs shakily across the red little bottom. Tommy remember to arch his back some and stick his bare bottom right out there, presenting quite an inviting target for his daddy…

"Thanks my good boy Tommy…! I'm afraid that this little bottom needs a good and proper birching…"

SWISHHHH. Smack!

Though the stroke had really only been given with moderate force at best, the sting was quite intense in Tommy's young hindquarters. His whole body immediately lurched forward and his little stinging fanny tensed all up into a little stinging round ball. And it was only the first stroke. He omitted a loud cry that surely was heard by everyone else in the basement. Mr. Durden patiently waited for Tommy to regain his young composure and slowly get back into position for the next fiery stroke. It perhaps hurt a bit more that the birch twigs had been so damp.

Tommy barely had time to catch his breath when he felt the birch twigs being laid across his burning fanny once again. Although the rod wasn't a large one, the sprayed out twigs easily covered Tommy's small round bottom.

"Tommy, I would strongly advise you too put your feet all the way together. It will sting a bit less if you do what I'm asking, I can assure you. Yes… very good… Now push your little fanny right out there again. We are on number 2.

SWISHHHH. Smack !

And so the next four strokes were delivered in a very similar fashion. Not too hard for Tommy to take, but with enough moderate force that he would certainly remember his first ever session with the birch whenever he sat down at his hard chair at school. Even after only six strokes of the birch, the thin little red lines were clearly visible on Tommy's small bare fanny, standing out against the slightly less red background from the earlier hairbrushing that he had received. They were certainly hard enough that Tommy was pleading at every sound stroke and that he was crying now just as hard as when he had gotten the brush.

Mr. Durden tried a bit of encouragement to the boy… "Just five more to take son and then we will be all finished with this nasty business."

Before moving on to the legs apart phase, Mr Durden paused, set the birch down, and ran his large hand up and down Tommy's small bottoms, cupping and testing each small cheek at the base. Examining the long darker red thin lines and feelings the welts that were already raised up on his bottom from the stinging twigs. The feel of that small rounded boyish fanny, that his whole hand practically fit over, was quite a moment for him. He tried but his large hand still shook a bit noticeably, as he was surprised at the heat that the small rounded fanny generated. He rubbed a few times up and down for the boy in sympathy for him, but he knew that he had to complete his task with the boy. That he couldn't go back on what he had promised him.

"These are going to have to be with the legs wide apart son. Its going to sting a bit more in this position, but we are almost finished and I'm sure that you won't be biting anyone any time soon, will you my boy ?"

"N…No Sir ", the boys answered truthfully as he complied by putting his feet wide apart. This also had the effect of stretching his arms up tighter as they were starting to tire from being tied to the bar. But it was almost over for him.

Mr. Durden decided to try something a bit different for the last five. Instead of delivering the strokes across the center of his bottom, he opted for up and down, the birch perpendicular to the floor. So he walked around to the front of the naked boy first. Then wrapping his arm around the waist using his left arm to brace the boys body, he found that he could easily reach around with the birch in his right arm over the boys shoulder. He figured that two on each bottom cheek lengthwise and then one last final one down into the center of his bare fanny would complete the boy's punishment nicely. So now reaching over and tapping the birch onto Tommy's left bottom cheek, he held the boy tightly around his waist.

"Keep those legs apart, young man. And we can get this finished with."

SWISHHHH. Smack !

He figured to deliver these last five a bit more rapidly and to get it over with. So now being able to hold and restrain the boys flinging body with his strong left arm, he could accomplish that. He quickly alternated the next three strokes from one cheek and then the other. The angry hot, red, lines quickly becoming criss-crossed. Because the skin on Tommy's scorched fanny was already stretched pretty tight, he did not require the boy to push out his bottom like he had done for the first six strokes. Nevertheless he made sure that they were hard enough to sting and burn plenty for the boy.

"Just one more to go son."

SWISHHHH. Smack !

The boy was crying much to hard at this point to answer him. The stinging in his bare fanny was agony. He was completely caught off guard by the last swishy stroke going right into the center of his bottom, a few of the twigs coming down right into his tender crack. That was very painful indeed for the boy. But now at least the birching was over. In quite of display of emotion, Mr. Durden quickly dropped the birch to the floor. He simply held the boy tighter with his left arm around the bare waist and began quickly rubbing the boy's small burning fanny all over with his other hand. Doing the best he could to try and comfort and console the poor, punished, naked boy. And to see if he could get that constant crying under control. That when on for a few emotional moments, but he knew that the boy wanted his tiring arms untied from that bar. The excitement of the birching having left him very quickly. He now felt nothing but love and compassion for the crying little boy, as he continued to hold him and rub his poor punished fanny for quite some time.

It was quite an interesting transition for both of them really. When they were ready to finally rejoin the other three ladies back in the main part of the basement, Mr Durden just automatically picked up the crying, naked, birched boy in his arms as though he were still a toddler. He didn't even bother to ask the boy, he knew that the punished boy needed and wanted to be carried. They were just to the point in these punishment situation that it was an unsaid thing that the boy wanted to be carried. Well he was a big boy for sure, but certainly not in the context of a punishment situation.

So Mr. Durden came into that utility room perhaps a little curious, and a lot excited about birching this bare little fanny. But he left having strong fatherly feelings for the boy, and there bond was obviously closer than ever. Mr. Durden in that strong moment realized what he had missed with the other boys perhaps, wanting to stay on the sidelines usually. It was just that he was so fond of this quiet young boy in particular for some reason. Tommy came into the room, still thinking that his daddy was somewhat cold, greatly fearing the birching, and thinking how grossly unfair this whole situation was becoming. Tommy came out of the room with an equal, fondness for his new daddy, a deeper security in his strong arms than ever before, and a feeling of being more loved and needed than he had even with his real parents. No feelings of resentment whatsoever from the birching and even a bit ashamed of the childish biting that had caused the whole birching incident in the first place.

When the two of them arrived back in the basement, Mr. Durden did not even set Tommy back down on his own feet. He just continued to hold him, both large hands cupping Tommy's spanked little bottom and Tommy again sort of had his legs wrapped around the sides of his daddy for a little bit of extra security. The sight of them did not draw any unusual or surprised looks from the rest of them. Even though he was a big boy of 11, the sight of a daddy carrying a spanked boy, no matter what his age, was not looked upon as anything out of the ordinary at Cordova.

Percy was still killing time, over at the table pretending he was still finishing up his shaming sign. Really, he had finished long ago. Its just that he feared there would be some other form of punishment for him. That perhaps he would be made to take up some painful, penitent, position in the corner, or something like that. He knew that they would be going to school soon, so what was the rush. Tommy was finally set down on his feet and sent to go over to the table to sit on his sore fanny and wait quietly. Janine was over at the table with Percy also. The other three adults were a short distance away, having a discussion on how to proceed next. Tommy sitting uncomfortably on his freshly birched fanny, had not forgotten about the punishment enema, that had been promised to him this morning.

Both boys sat across the table from each other, but could not bare too look at each other and Janine. They of course pulled their chairs under the tables very closely to hide as much as their naked bodies as possible. They could never get used to having a young curious teenage girl any where near them when they had no clothes on, no matter how many times they had to do this.

Percy no longer had an erection, but Tommy still did, probably from being held and all the bottom rubbing that was going on. He was certain that Janine had noticed it, despite his attempts to cover it up and rush that chair under the table. Now at least his chair was far underneath the table. He could only hope it would subside before he got his enema. But then he remembered that he had gotten a little bit stiff during his last enema anyway. Surely they would all see it again anyway he dreaded. Both boys were still very fearful. They certainly knew why the parents were having this little discussion. It was about them and what to do next. They prayed silently for an end to there punishment. And also that they would both be allowed to get dressed very soon, as the complete nudity and erections were taking a toll on both of them.

Very fortunate for them, all three parents were in agreement, that for the most part the two naughty boys had been punished just about enough for the morning. Both of the women were very pleased with the fact of Tommy taking his birching so well. That he was learning to take his spankings without a lot of rebelliousness and did not even have to be told to push out his little burning fanny for the birch. Renée pointed out her philosophy to both of the Durdens that it was okay, too sometimes let them off a little of the promised punishment if they behaved well during it and showed the correct sort of attitude that they deserved it and were truly sorry for it. Mr. Durden told both women that Tommy was indeed truly sorry for the biting incident. Actually the state that his little fanny was in right now, he would be sorry for a while longer yet. So it was decided between them, that in order to reward Tommy somewhat.

Also too show both boys that they were trying to be fair and they were reasonable parents. It was decided that Tommy's punishment enema would be switched to more of a semi-punishment one. One that would best be described as more of a bonding sort of enema. But he would still have to get his enema in front of all the others present, but that he would be allowed to expel it in private. They thought that it was a fair compromise. Both boys would also be rewarded by getting extra long bottom lotionings on their very sore bare fannies.

But neither were getting out of the diaper portion of their punishment. It was also decided that Percy would have to perform one last shaming task before his punishment for the morning was considered finished. But first, after all the harsh punishment that they had received, it was time to make sure that they were loved and cared for too. Percy's shame and Tommy's enema could come afterwards.

So it was decided that both boys would be brought over to the more nursery portion of the basement to have there well spanked fannies rubbed and lotioned. The place where naughty boys were rocked gently after there spankings. A place of consoling and bonding. Where diapers were pinned on. Where naps were taken for punished boys weary both mentally and physically from their spankings.

Of course both boys being still very embarrassed by their nudity, wanted at least their underpants back before they were taken to that portion of the basement. But their underpants would just have to be pulled down anyway, to have their small bottoms lotioned. And there was also still the concept of associating their nude conditions, that they were still under punishment while down in the punishment room. The regression also seemed to have more effect, in truly making believe that they were simply little boys anyway, who had a lot of growing up to do, when they were without their clothes. For Percy especially, since he was 13 years old, this was an important aspect.

During the past few weeks, Mrs. Durden had become very close friends with Renée. They had of course known each other for years before this, but now they were close enough to visit each other and share methods and techniques. One area in particular where Renée had influenced her was in the way that the punishment was organized. her main influence being to have a portion of it be more devoted toward the nursery and regression aspects, rather than have the whole basement necessarily devoted to Tommy's punishment only. She encouraged her to take Tommy down there for the purposes of regression, consoling and juvenile humiliation, rather than just a place devoted only toward corporal punishment.

A couple of additions that were made by the Durdens just over the last week in fact was, the addition of a nursery bed that was best suited for a small child and not a boy of nearly 12. And a special padded rubbing table, that was similar to the enema table, but was built more for a boy's comfort rather than his punishment. In the middle, it had small permanent type cushion, that was designed to raise up a boy's spanked bottom for easy access during rubbing. There was also a soft pillow up near the top for a boy to rest his head on. Both the Durdens had been making frequent use of it after spankings. The table was very comfortable, and it was certainly not unusual even for Tommy to fall completely asleep with his pyjama pants pulled down to his knees, as he lied face down on the table, bare bottom, with his pajama top rucked all the way up to his chest. It was becoming almost a nightly ritual for Tommy.

So now that the adults were finished with there discussion, the boys were informed of the next step. Since for the most part, they had taken their punishments fairly well, they were to be rewarded with soothing bottom lotionings. Both naked, punished boys were led by their little hands, like toddlers over to the converted nursery portion of the basement for some motherly care. The one indication that they weren't really toddlers was the fact that they both sported partial erections that stuck out like sore thumbs, almost straight out. Obviously they were both anticipating the pleasurable experience of their imminent bottom rubbings. Each boy was taken by there surrogate mommies, followed in the rear by Janine and Mr. Durden.

Mrs. Durden wanted to make sure that they all stayed down in the basement until at least Tommy's enema was completed. That was the aspect that was going to make it a semi-punishment enema instead of strictly a bonding one. It was having to get the enema in front of an audience. But before that the rubbing of sore boy fannies would take place. And two bare fannies were certainly in need of rubbing if there ever were two that did! One birched one and one well caned one.

Though it had never been tried before, it was decided that they would try to do the lotion rubbing with both boys on the table together, at the same time. Rather than to do the boys separately. It was going to be a tight fit on the narrow table, but it looked as though there was enough room to pull it off. Both boys appeared very eager for the bottom rubbings. They both quickly climbed on to the table together.

"Lay right next to each other boys. Right against each other. Your fannies right over the cushion. Yes… Nice… Very good."

Janine was instructed to bring over two large containers of 'ponds lotion', and place one each on both sides of the table. What a cute sight the two boys made, lying side by side, hip against hip, with their raised well reddened fannies so noticeable in their positions. Both of them wiggled and moved their fannies around just a bit, trying to get comfortable and in excited anticipation of the rubbings. Their bare penises rubbed and pressed right into the center middle narrow cushion. They both looked upon the process as truly a reward. Though both boys had similar body builds, because of the two year difference in their ages that had slightly different shaped fannies. Tommy's birched red fanny was the more rounded of the two. Percy's cane streaked bottom, still maintained some of its boyish roundness but was just a bit more narrow.

The mommies took up their respected positions, one on each side of the table and began the lotionings together. They both spread a liberal portion of the cooling lotion on the well spanked fannies. As the lotioning commenced the boy's wiggling and moving around of their bottoms over the cushion increased slowly. They moved their bottoms both in circular motions, sort of side to side as well was moving their hips a bit up and down pressing into the raised cushion in delight. The lotioning effect was certainly having its intended calming effect on both of them as a couple of "oohs" and "ahhhs" escaped their lips. Both sets of eyes were closed as their heads shared one large pillow. Their heads even moving a bit in the pillow. No part of their bottoms was spared the effects of the lotion, as the motherly rubbing continued for some time… The mommies free hands gently rubbing or patting the boy's lower backs.

About halfway through the lotioning, Janine brought over two large pacifiers and inserted them one at a time, into the boys mouths to their embarrassed shame. Yet shortly after being inserted both boys sucked vigorously as the rubbing continued unabated.

— R —

Getting a long bottom rubbing or getting to go to the 'rubbing table', was not something that happened after every corporal punishment session, at the Durden household. It was looked upon as a reward for having taken the spanking(s) like a good boy, and it was something that had to be earned by a good attitude and cooperation during the spanking. Of course taking into consideration, the severity and implement used during the punishment. So Mrs. Durden was being extra generous this morning allowing young Tommy to get his sore fanny lotioned. But she knew that he had been through quite a lot over the past few hours. Perhaps she was feeling just a little bit guilty, thinking that she may have gone a little bit overboard. Tommy was a very sensitive, fragile child, the kind of boy that seemed to benefit from being loved or told he was loved all the time.

Naturally, the boys would have wanted the bottom rubbing to go on indefinitely. But there was still school to contend with. A roll of toilet tissues was brought over just in case of any accidents that occurred during the bottom lotioning. At least in Percy's case, not Tommy's. Tommy was still a couple of years away from that sort of occurrence. In certainly wouldn't have been the first such accident to have occurred at Cordova during a post spanking bottom rubbing. Bottom rubbings or 'lotioning' as they were sometimes referred to, was a practice that all the surrogate parents employed from time to time at Cordova.

Both boys were deeply disappointed when the rubbing was halted. Tommy in fact had started to drift off to sleep. Despite the fact that in the back of his mind, he knew he was still getting an enema. Percy also still had one last shaming act to perform before the morning was out. And both boys were still under diaper punishment, as well. Also in Tommy's case he knew that he would have to go through a little ritual and also the intense shame of having to have a diaper put on at their advanced ages.

The worst part about it, was that at Cordova when a boy was undergoing the shame of being in diapers, it wasn't something that was hidden or kept in private. That wasn't how diaper punishment worked. Depending on which household and ritual, there was at least some public exposure that went along with it. It really wasn't that rare a sight at Cordova, to see a boy coming around somewhere, or doing yard work, wearing either the tell-tale rubber pants or even in just a small cloth diaper. Small enough that the outside and lower portion of his bottom was on display. Many times the evidence of an earlier spanking being quite obvious to any onlookers.

No, in fact every boy knew it and of course Mrs. Matlock knew about it. And they knew about it for two good reasons. The first, was any boy having to come to school in diapers had to bring a note from there surrogate parents saying that they were in diapers, the reason for it, and the punishment they were under, as well as any special punishment instructions that they had for Mrs. Matlock during school hours. Like for example maybe a spanking in front of their classmates at the start of the school day or perhaps standing in the corner in their diaper for part of the school day was not an unusual occurrence.

After any special punishment instructions were carried out, any boys who were undergoing diaper punishment, next had to come right up to the front of the class. Face them and pull down their regulation school shorts all the way down to their knees, completely exposing their rubber pants. They then had to read the special punishment note outloud to the rest of the giggling, smiling boys present. And all the parents went out of their way to make the notes as shaming and juvenile as possible. Writing enough in the notes so that the boy would have to stand for more than merely just a few seconds. When the note was finished being read to the class, the boy was finally allowed to pull his tight shorts up over the rubber pants and diaper, which usually took quite awhile in front of the giggling boys.

All of this was designed not only as part of a boy's shaming punishment, by Mrs. Matlock, but also to show the rest of the boys who was undergoing diaper punishment that day, so their curiosities could be satisfied, cutting back on the inevitable giggling, whispering, and gossip.

Once that first part of the diaper demonstration was completed, there was to be no more kidding, or making fun of a diaper boy while classwork was going on. Any boy who was caught making fun of a diaper boy was immediately given a good, long, bare fanny spanking, right up in front of the rest of the class. They were then put into diapers the rest of the school day, thus becoming a 'diaper boy', themselves.

And Mrs. Matlock had plenty of extra diapers and rubber pants to go around right in the back of the classroom, in the diaper supply cabinet. In addition, a note was sent home to the surrogate parents detailing what had occurred that day.

And if there was one thing that all parents held in common at Cordova, it was that all of them would be extra upset about misbehavior at school and took bad boy notes from school very seriously.

For most minor offenses, Mrs. Matlock preferred to take care of a boy's misbehavior herself, right then and there in the classroom. But for more serious transgressions, she always sent home notes. But in any event, a diaper boy's school day often started with a spanking, at the start of the school day, some corner standing perhaps, in their diapers or plastic pants, or perhaps a special request by the parents to spend the entire school day in plastic pants or just their diaper. Though it was a bit of a distraction to the rest of the boys. Things along those lines. This was done right at the start of class, to help Mrs. Matlock get control of the class right away and to cut down on whispering and gossiping about it.

The second reason, just as obvious, was the bulky appearance of the boys normal school pants. Even though they had to show everyone their rubber pants when they read the note, the bulky appearance of their school shorts over the top of the rubber pants, reminded everyone that they wore a diaper. Not only did he have on a diaper, but he also wore a pair of baby rubber pants over the diaper, to try and protect the nice tight school shorts that the boys normally wore to school, in case of any accidents. Of course back in those days there were no such thing as plastic pants, only rubber pants. And unfortunately, for the naughty boys who were undergoing diaper punishment they were a lot more bulky and noticeable then even today's plastic pants.

Before the diaper boys could begin reading their shaming notes out loud to the rest of the class their embarrassment for the day was not over by any means. Immediately after they pulled down their school shorts they had to go get their diaper shirts that were always worn for the duration of the long school day. They had to exchange their button down nice white school shirts, for special 'diaper boy shirts', that were always kept in a cabinet in the back of the classroom. It was a special shirt that almost resembled a pyjama top. They were very small, tight and juvenile looking. They had long sleeves, were made out of flannel, and were very colorful and juvenile looking. They were button down shirts too. It was always so humiliating having to go through the little ritual of first having to back to the 'baby supplies cabinet', that everyone of course knew about.

First having to waddle back with their school shorts pulled down to their knees, their baby rubber pants completely exposed to all the rest of the boys' views. Get one of the special diaper shirts out of the 'baby' cabinet. Waddle back very slowly, carrying their baby shirts under the smiling and giggling gazes of their classmates. They then had to hand over their diaper shirts to a waiting Mrs. Matlock at the head of the classroom, where she performed the little ceremony of putting their diaper shirts on. Not even being allowed to put on their diaper shirts themselves. And then having to go through the seemingly endless process of having all those buttons undone from their normal school shirts. Having that taken off, and having their special 'diaper boy', shirts slowly buttoned back up by Mrs. Matlock herself, right in the front of the class.

And boys who were undergoing diaper punishment were never allowed to dress or undress themselves. it was an incredible shaming experience in front of the other boys to have to go through this. And Mrs. Matlock's scolding and the fact that she was the expert on knowing how to effectively use shaming language, and knowing how to reduce and regress big boys, who were undergoing 'diaper punishment', in her classroom, certainly didn't help matters either.

But the worst part of the classroom experience was the changing table. Located right next to the 'diaper supplies cabinet' of course. Right in the classroom itself in case of naughty accidents. Well, it couldn't very well be put in Mrs. Matlock's office. Sometimes Mrs. Matlock was the only adult in the room, though she did at times have volunteers come in, by way of some of the other surrogate parents. She couldn't very well leave all those needy, naughty boys in the classroom all by themselves. Thus, the need to have the diaper changing table right in the main classroom. And even though the table was located in the back of the classroom, and of course the students were admonished to keep busy on their work, while the changing was going on, that didn't mean that there weren't some little heads turning around, and some quick glances stolen. And every boy in the classroom knew it too. And schoolrooms back in 1937 weren't like they are today. Things were very structured in a Cordova classroom. You didn't have students get out of their seats, or walk around and about the classroom without Mrs. Matlock's permission.

So in order to prevent diaper rash of course, any boy who wet their diapers and rubber pants during school hours, had to first raise their little hands, then get out their seats and stand politely next to their desks and ask permission to do whatever it was they had to do it. Of course in the case of a diaper boy, who wet there diaper, it was with a very red face, and in a loud clear voice, state that they wet their diaper, and ask permission to have their diaper changed right away. And it would be, despite the fact that Mrs. Matlock would usually be right in the middle of something and quite annoyed. It was quite a embarrassing task for a boy to have to do this in front of their classmates, but was just a required part of diaper punishments.

And despite their best efforts to hold it, they still had small bladders, and it was a fairly common occurrence in the classroom. A few times depending on what their mommies made them drink the night before and that morning, sometimes even more than one diaper change. Of course especially shaming, was having to stand in front of everyone and have to ask to have a poppy diaper changed. And then to have to be taken by the hand to the back of the classroom. Usually in a room that was so quiet you could hear a pin drop and to have everyone listen to having your diaper changed among the quietness of the room. Hearing the cabinet door opening and closing. Hearing Mrs. Matlock give her shaming instructions when the diaper was being removed, or the wiping process, or the new diaper put on, or a few spanks to a bare fanny when you didn't act quickly enough or you weren't listening. To hear those noisy rubber pants being taken down to past your knees. The squeaking and rustling about on the changing table, which was also rubber coated for protection. And also to know that the other students could smell the odor of a poopy diaper or even a urine soaked one.

Then the additional humiliation of having to carry the 'diaper pail', carrying your own soiled diaper out to the garbage can, which was located out of the classroom to get rid of the old soiled diaper. The whole process was quite an ordeal for a preteen or young teen boy to have to go through, and one they certainly ever got used to.

Of course for both Tommy and Percy, what was going to be particularly shaming was the state, and appearance of their red fannies, if they had to have a diaper change during school hours. Then Mrs. Matlock would see their freshly spanked fannies, a condition she was familiar with of course, and probably have some comments audible to the rest of the boys about it, Especially one caned spanked fanny, and one birched, spanked one. And the spankings had taken place the same morning they went to school, so the evidence would be rather obvious. But all of this fun awaited the boys later in the day. Right now, Percy was to be put in his diaper for the day, and it was time for Tommy's enema. And he knew it would not be in private either. Spanking was one thing, but being given an enema, all naked and exposed, and with the presence of a young 14 year old girl was almost too much for him to bear.

It was a little bit of consolation, when mommy informed him it was to be a over the knee enema on the nursery bed. He had figured on a full punishment enema on the specially designed table. This more gentler, bonding enema, meant that most likely there would not be as much soap in the solution, which caused the terrible cramping. That also mommy would not make him hold the solution in his tummy for as long. And finally the best part, that there was no chance of him being restrained for either the administration of the soapy mixture, or the long retention of it. But it was still going to be the witnessing and shame element that he was most concerned about with either type of enema.

This was to be a new experience for both Renée and Janine. They were only familiar with the punishment variety of enema. So this was going to be quite a learning opportunity with another bonding and regression technique to use with Percy. While both boys recovered from the deeply emotional experience from there exciting time on the infamous rubbing table, Mrs. Durden prepared Tommy's enema solution. It was mostly just warm water, but it did include some soap. For over the knee enemas, the large bulb syringe was used instead of the large red bag, that was typically used for a large volume of solution, when the more intense punishment enema was given.

Not wanting to waste any precious time that they had left, Renée thought it would be good to get Percy pinned into his diaper at the same time as her helping Mrs. Durden make final preparations for Tommy's enema. There were also a few differences in how the two woman handled diaper punishment. Mrs. Durden had developed a little ritual with Tommy, whenever he was scheduled for diapers. The others would find out about this a bit later in the morning after his enema was finished. It was a great example really, of the benefits of punishing two naughty boys together, this sharing of ideas, methods, and little rituals of punishment and shame.

In the meantime, Percy was almost constantly complaining about his nudity ever since the bottom lotionings were finished. Mainly because he hadn't been able to get his erection down afterwards. The constant rubbing of his cute fanny had gotten him very aroused and he was very conscience about the condition of his hairless penis. But it wasn't much of a victory having to be in his babyish diapers either. He even was not allowed to wear his rubber pants yet. And there was a good reason for this as we will see what Renée had intended for him a bit later. Percy did a bit more grumbling when he found out that it was Janine again who was responsible for his diaper change. But at least he could get out of his fully nude condition. Leaving Tommy in the nude state alone now. Tommy was very close by as a spectator as Percy was brought over by Janine too the soft diapering table in the nursery, that was heavily padded.

When Mrs. Durden was angry or upset with Tommy he was diapered on the hard wooden tables. Even with all they had been through together, Percy was still very upset and embarrassed that Tommy would have to see him get is diaper changed. It was going to be an extra shaming diaper change for him, as he had not lost the erection from the earlier bottom rubbing episode. Though it wasn't unheard of for him to have a partial or even full erection during diapering, it was going to be horrible to now have both Janine and Tommy seeing him diapered in this state. Most times he got the erection during part of the diapering process.

Either the wiping stage or sometimes the powdering stage, when Janine or Renée would take their time with either one, more than what was necessarily. As if they were deliberately trying to cause the erection. And it seemed so cruel to him, what with all that rubbing and wiping going on, in and around his private area, that he would be admonished and scolded for it, when they would notice it, and say what a naughty little boy he was, and even at times have to suffer through some additional spanks, while he laid right there on the table. Even if it wasn't a full diaper change or a regular one. Because Percy was already naked before he ever got on the table, he at least didn't have to suffer the additional humiliation of having his shorts pulled down and the old diaper removed. And he figured that because he hadn't really wetted the old diaper, that he would be able to get by without the wiping stage, which was always the most humiliating for any teen boy. On that account he was wrong as he sickly watched, janine get the damp washrag. (In those days that didn't have things called 'baby wipes'.)

Tommy looked on in fascination and dread for his young friend. It was really the first time he had seen the 'diapering' of an older boy like himself. Except for those curious quick glances to the back of the classroom, whenever there was a diaper boy at school. He suddenly realized how silly, childish, and vulnerable he looked, when he was being diapered. And he too, had been known to get an erection or two when he was being diapered, rubbed or powdered, and that was always the most shaming part of all when that occurred.

And when Percy saw Janine go for the wet washrag, he protested of course, that it wasn't necessary, that he had only wet a little, as he put it. But it was even shaming to have to say this outloud. Renée quickly scolded him, that he better cooperate with her, unless he wanted some more bare fanny spanks. Given Percy's condition of his sore fanny from the caning especially, this had the effect of quieting him down right away. Any additional spanks at this point, even lighter ones, would have been most painful. After that he didn't give Janine any trouble with the rest of the diapering. Janine seemed to take an unusual amount of time with every aspect of the diapering, seeming to want to prolong Percy's shame.

Tommy also had his own embarrassment to worry about. He had by now lost his own erection since the bottom lotioning. But now as the diapering progressed, and seeing the naked state of Percy and the rubbing, and Percy's own growing erection, to his intense shame his own penis was again standing straight out. Though he knew that it was never allowed when he was naked and in the context of punishment, he did his best to conceal it from time to time with both his hands, not wanting of course for Janine too notice it. He knew what was causing it. It was Percy's diapering session. He really didn't understand why he was excited. But on the other hand he couldn't bring himself to look away either as the diapering process continued. It was with the utmost relief, when the diapering was finally finished and he could get this terrible erect state of his penis hidden from view. He never thought he would be so happy to get into a diaper.

Percy's diaper was very small and tight on him. It only covered the center part of his bottom. The white of the fresh diaper contrasting, with the red outsides of his spanked and caned round fanny. It was an interesting sight, for the rest of the adults whenever they caught sight of his diaper covered fanny.

Meanwhile Tommy had one little shaming task to perform before everyone made their way over to the nursery to witness his enema.

"Tommy, we are just about ready to begin your enema… I think you know what your supposed to do dont, you ?"

"Yes mommy", Tommy answered with shame.

For the second time that morning, the well spanked, naked boy had to go get the childish spanking apron, that also doubled as an enema apron on occasion. Dreading what was still to come, and while everyone curiously watch, once again get down the childish apron from the place where it always hung. He then had to hold on to it until he was ready to submissively hand it over to his mommy for his punishment. In the meantime holding it noisily in his hands served to remind him and his curious audience the shaming experience he was about to undergo.

By this time the preparations for Tommy's enema were completed. The mixture which would consist of one and a half quarts of warm soapy water was finished, and was then put in a large bowl. When the enema was designed to be even more of a punishment one usually two quarts were used and even on rarer occasions as much as two and a half quarts. Those took place usually on the specially designed enema tables to distinguish them from semi-punishment enemas that normally occurred on the nursery bed. So as everyone gathered over to the nursery bed, to witness Tommy's bonding enemas, Mrs. Durden with a determined stirde walked over to the childish bed. Tommy hung back reluctantly with the rest of them.

"Tommy !, right over here young man and bring that punishment apron with you. Delaying what you know you have coming isn't going to do you a bit of good, child."

The little pre-punishment rituals were continuing… Now came the putting on of the apron. Sometimes he would have to hand mommy over the apron and she would put it on while he waited. But lately, she had been requiring him to put the apron on her himself, before his punishment began and he was put into position. It was only a little thing, but it did seem to emphasize her control and his submissiveness when she did it that way. And she didn't have to say a word to him. All she did was turn slightly sideways and raise her arms up a bit, so he could put the rubberized apron on her. He knew what to do and red faced with shame, and in front of everyone's bemused looks he began to tie the apron on her for his punishment.

"I always use the spanking apron for these enemas. There is always some water and stuff that gets spilled and also little boys have been known to have accidents, when there given these types of enemas", she remarked much to Tommy's distress.

When Tommy was finished with her task she set down on the edge of the bed. She made sure that the tray that held the large bulb syringe and the large bowl that held the soapy enema mixture was in easy reach.

"Now young man, put yourself over mommy's knees, just as though you were going to get a sound spanking."

The aproned lap always made so much noise when he climbed over it, much to Tommy's intense shame.

Mrs. Durden found herself now in three roles. As Tommy's mommy, she was almost always in that role. As Tommy's punisher to some extent, since this was still a semi-punishment enema. And finally as teacher, especially to Renée and to some extent Janine. She was going to give, Janine some hands on experience, so to speak, much to Tommy's humiliation. And though Percy was starting to get a little used to Janine being both a witness and a participate in Percy's punishments, this aspect was whole new territory for Tommy. The shame being more intense during an enema experience more so than even a spanking one.

So when Janine was asked so sweetly to help in Tommy's enema, "Would you like to help me with this naughty boy's enema, sweetheart ?", Tommy couldn't help but to protest some about that… "No mommy, can't you have someone else help you, please!."

Tommy should have remembered that he was in a very vulnerable position across his mommy's knees.

SMACKK !

It took just one moderate spank across Tommy's bare, very sore, fanny to quickly put on end to Tommy's protests. When Mrs. Durden had Tommy over the knee like this, she practically had to have some assistance since she didn't want to have to get up to get something, once she had Tommy in position. So as she got Tommy into the exact position she wanted, her explanations and the litany of shame continued… She went on to explain the difference to Renée between a full punishment enema, and a semi-punishment, bonding type one… There were five basic differences between the two:
1) The volume of solution was smaller in a bonding enema. Though one and half quarts was still plenty in a tummy this small.
2) The solution in a full punishment enema was always even soapier, causing more cramps. And even on occasion some other not so pleasant ingredients could be mixed in. But there was still enough soap in the bonding one to at least cause some discomfort and cramping.
3) The retention time in the punishment enema was longer. But it was long enough in the bonding enema to accommodate some discomfort on the part of the boy.
4) The use of the bulb syringe in the bonding enema, instead of the large bag. This necessities multiple insertions into a boy's fanny rather than just one, when using the bag method.
5) Finally, and probably the most important was the environment. Over on a hard wood punishment enema table with restrains, versus the soft warm comfort of mommies thighs and being given in the nursery, the intimacy and motherliness of the bonding one. This made quite a difference to the boy and made the bonding one a bit easier to take, though it was still supposed to be punishment too.

And Mrs. Durden explained that it was usually easy to gain a boy's cooperation and compliance, when it was a simple matter to upgrade a bonding enema to a punishment enema. And because of the differences between the two that have already been explained, a boy certainly didn't want the punishment one! Tommy had certainly gotten a few of the full punishment enemas to know that he had better behave himself during a bonding one. The shaming language got only worse…

"Now as you know, probably like you do, I normally first start the lubrication process of Tommy's little hole with some vaseline. But since we have already done some spanked fanny rubbing, the lotion or creme works just as well with the syringe nozzle. MMM, Janine can you bring me over the jar of ponds, please honey."

This was most likely the most shaming part of any boy's experience with getting enemas, the lubrication of his little bottom hole, more so if there were others watching it. As the bonding enema process unfolds we will see how in some ways, it is actually more shaming the strictly punishment variety. As Janine went off to get the 'ponds', Mrs. Durden's explanation continued.

"In order to gain better access to Tommy's hole, we need to pull this boy up a little bit on mommy's lap, there like that and also to make sure that we have his little feet off the bed and on the ground. Having his naked body in more of a bent position like this enables me to have better access to his hole, when his bare cheeks are spread wide apart, and the syringe can be inserted easily. Now, young man put your legs wide apart so we can get this little bottom hole all lured up and ready."

Mrs. Durden then gouged out a fair portion of the ponds with her index finger.

"So far, Renée you are used to this. But now here is where it is a bit different from having the special enema table. With the table we have that special middle raised up portion to have the cheeks spread the way we want them. But here we will have to do it ourselves, manually so to speak."

Tommy feeling a little bit sick to his stomach knew what was coming next, because daddy had done it before.

"Janine come right over here and kneel down right next to Tommy's naked bottom. We need someone to spread these naughty, punished, red cheeks apart."

She felt Tommy nervously shift around.

"You just stay still, young man, and take what is coming to you. A nice warm enema will do you some good anyway."

Tommy was mortified. But he knew better than to protest as sore and tender as his small fanny already was.

"All right, Janine, now place each one of your palms right on each one of Tommy's spanked cheeks. This should work good your hands are pretty big for a girl and Tommy's bottom is so small for his age."

Tommy moved just a bit in embarrassment at this.

"Now spread this bad boy's fanny cheeks wide apart for me, so I can get this hole worked on."

Janine felt another surge of excitement that nearly made her dizzy. First to feel the still warm, smooth, well-spanked, bare cheeks and then to spread the little cheeks and get a bird's eye view of Tommy's little bottom hole. Mrs. Durden then began the familiar lubing process. Putting her well oiled finger in and out of Tommy's bottom. Making sure that it was all well lubricated and ready for the syringe.

"Just keep holding this boy's fanny wide open Janine, I want to make sure we do a good job of it."

Mrs. Durden was very gentle with her finger. A lot more gentler than she would have been if this had been a full blown punishment enema. The constant manipulation and rubbing of his little bottom hole started to give Tommy some pleasurable feelings. In response to this he again felt himself start to get another erection. And Mrs. Durden seemed to be deliberately taking a lot longer than she needed to with the lubrication. This only made his erection grow larger, somewhat against his wishes, creating another potentially embarrassing situation for him. To his shame he was sure that mommy felt it against her leg, but at least because of the over the lap position he was in, it was hidden from the other's scruntinty.

"You might as well stay just as you are, Janine. We will be having to spread Tommy's little cheeks several more times before this enema is finished."

Somehow, Janine didn't seem to mind. It was quite exciting for her to be involved in Tommy's enema. And it was quite embarrassing for Tommy.

"All right young man, I think that will do. Janine, you can let go his fanny for a minute now."

"When using the syringe, I have found that about five bulb fulls are equal to about one and a half quarts of the solution. I always have the first bulb already filled and ready to go into Tommy's fanny. Each bulb gets just a little bit more uncomfortable for him to take as we go along. Now we are ready to begin your enema young man. I hope after all we have been through this morning I am going to have your cooperation for it. You will take five full bulb fulls. I expect you to hold each one in that little bottom of yours and not let one single drop of that solution spill out. Is that understood Tommy ?"

"Yes Mommy," the boy meekly answered.

"Very well Janine, spread this boy's bottom cheeks again for me so he, can learn a soapy lesson."

Janine did as asked, and the syringe nozzle went in fairly easy. Once it was in fully, Tommy immediately moved his feet from the floor, up on to the bed, so that his entire body lied flat. Mrs. Durden continued the explanation.

"Once I have the nozzle inserted, I like to have Tommy move his feet up on to the bed. This makes his little bare fanny cheeks come right together. It makes his bottom act like a vice, surrounding the nozzle of the syringe. This makes sure the nozzle does not slip back out and also it makes it a bit easier for Tommy to hold the solution in his fanny."

Mrs. Durden waited until Tommy was still and in position. She then gave a gentle squeeze in order to get the solution to begin rushing into Tommy's bottom. It was quite a sight for all of them to see Tommy's red, birch streaked fanny, sticking right up like that with the nozzle of the syringe sticking out of it. His bare fanny moved up and down just slightly as the solution made its way inside of him, which gave the appearance that his bottom was helping to drink up the solution. The first bulb full was never painful or uncomfortable for him. In fact it was almost a bit of a pleasurable sensation to feel the warm soapy mixture surge into him. After that things would get progressively more uncomfortable as each bulb full was inserted and emptied into him.

Another interesting concept using the syringe was there could be breaks and pauses between applications of the syringe. So if she wanted to, Mrs. Durden could use the breaks, for scolding, possibly a few spanks during the pauses, or simply to make him hold the solution until the next bulb full was ready to go inside him. To think about his behavior and to contemplate what the next one was going to feel like as it got harder for him to hold and to take more of the solution. It just depended on how severe she wanted to make the enema, in terms of its punishment value.

Though it would have been very cruel in this situation, with all of the spanking that Tommy had gotten, for there to be any additional spanks to his very sore bottom. Unless it was absolutely necessary to do so. In any case, it was always a more drawn out process than using the large red bag on the table method. Since they were starting to run a bit short on time, since she didn't want either boy to be late for school, she proceeded directly to give Tommy the second bulb full. She once again had his feet down on the floor, with his body back in the more bent over position. Janine was eager and ready to do her part.

The hardest part for Tommy was that he had to really work a lot to hold the solution in, when he was in this position and especially when his spanked cheeks were spread and the new bulb full of solution ready to be inserted into him. Of course this too got progressively more difficult as the volume of solution continued to grow inside of him. So the process continued in the manner described. it was about at the end of the third insertion that the enema crossed that line from being a pleasant sort of experience to one where the first bit of uncomfortable feelings started to creep in. And the first rumblings of complaints escaped Tommy's lips.

Despite the fact that he knew that once mommy had her mind made up, that he was getting all five bulb fulls of the solution. At first there were just some "oohs", and a little bit of whimpering. But then nearing the end of the forth bulb full, complaints that his "tummy was getting real full", and asking if he had to take any more.

It was good at least that the delays were very short in-between insertions, especially after the third and fourth ones. But he also knew that after he had taken all five that he would have to hold the solution in him for five minutes. It was ten minutes or more, when it was a full punishment enema. But five minutes was bad enough. In fact after the fifth and final bulb full of solution was finally inside of him, the old kitchen timer was brought out and set to five minutes, to insure that he held the solution that long.

"Five minutes young man! You will hold that solution inside of you for five full minutes. And then your soapy lesson will be over."

Well… not exactly. Tommy still had to deal with the evacuation from his body of the solution. That could be quite shaming for him, depending in what manner he was forced to expel the solution, once the retention time was finished.

So for the five long minutes he laid across mommy's lap on the bed. His red cheeks squeezed together very tightly, to make sure he kept all of the solution inside. Sometimes when Mrs. Durden was in a very generous mood, she would insert her thumb all the way in Tommy's bottom hole, while he laid over her knees on the bed. Sometimes she would carry him over to the rocking chair with the solution still inside of him. She would hold him against her on the rocking chair, with her thumb all the way in his little spanked fanny, acting as a plug and making it a little easier for him to hold it.

When it was a punishment enema it was the coldness of the retention plug that he would feel. Asking him to hold that much solution, (Some times up to two and half quarts), for a longer time period would have been impossible for a boy his age. Even lately during a bonding enema, he had even been known to ask her for assistance. With such cute requests as… "Mommy will you help me hold it" or, "Mommy, I'm having a hard time. Will you put your thumb in my fanny for me, please…"

But with all the people present and watching everything, he couldn't bring himself to make such a shaming request. So near the end of the five minute retention period, his pleas to be let up to relieve himself were becoming more frequent, despite the shame in making such a requests. And also the fact that he knew his mommy would never reduce the time that he had to hold it. And his little bare fanny was starting to wiggle and squirm around on his mommy's lap as the discomfort continued to increase. His red bottom, tensing and clenching up more and more, and then relaxing a little before, tightening up with even more strain. He still had to deal with that uncomfortable feeling in his tummy and there was even some minor cramping beginning from having to hold the soapy solution. But he was nearing the end of his ordeal.

Now the only question that remained, was would mommy make him use the special nursery potty chair that was located in the back of the room in front of everyone. That would be the ultimate shame for him. If it had been a full punishment enema she would have. But she knew that the boy had been through a lot this morning so she settled on a bit of a compromise. Janine would take him to the bathroom to expel the enema, though he would have to leave the door wide open so that the rest of them could at least hear his final shame. When he started to protest about Janine doing the honors, "Please mommy, cant you take me to the p…potty ?" He was quickly reminded about the special baby potty chair right here in the nursery. If they had more time, or perhaps for the next occasion, Renée could tell her good friend, how to make Tommy make a formal and polite request to be taken to the potty to do his shameful task.

"You may go honey, go with Janine."

Without being asked to do it and showing an obvious need to get there badly. Tommy grabbed Janine's little hand and practically dragged her off to the bathroom, which was not located far away, thank goodness. It was quite a sight to see the naked boy, with the scrunched up little round fanny, walking in a very funny manner and noticeably looking like he was in a big hurry. When they got there he immediately jumped down on the toilet and the loud noisy expulsion began. At least he had lost his erection finally during the retention period. It was with a mixture of relief and shame and is took a bit of time before the solution and pits and pieces of fecal matter were all out of him. It was certainly loud and splashy enough, that he was certain that everyone heard his humiliation. He knew though, that if he wet the bed again, that next time it would be the special potty chair, and that would be even worse for him in front of everyone.

Now that this part of the ordeal was finally over his main concern was to get dressed again and cover his nudity, even if it did have to start with a baby diaper. it seemed that he had been naked forever. So after the expulsion was complete the red faced boy, now had to face the little diaper punishment ritual, but at least that wouldn't be as bad as an enema in front of an audience.

In the meantime, both Renée and Mr. Durden had search around and found a small pair of cotton, high absorbent pair of shorts. They would be perfect for Percy's 'pee pants"'. They were obviously a perfect pair of shorts for a girl because they were pink! And having to hang outside on the hook and being pink, just about anyone who happened by, would notice them hanging high from the wall. So while Mrs. Durden was preparing things to show everyone how she handled diaper punishment with Tommy, Renée and Janine led Percy out to the front porch to perform his little shaming task of hanging his little pink pee pants out in full view on the porch. But not before they made him take off his plastic baby pants and put on the ridiculous pair of pink pee pants. Of course especially when he was under diaper punishment he knew that he was never allowed to dress or undress himself at any time. So without being told to, he shamefully walked over to Janine to have the pee pants put on him.

"But mommy, if I have them off outside, I will only have my d…diaper on."

"Would you prefer to go out their with nothing on under the pee pants, Percy ?"

"N…No mommy, please !"

"Then stand still while Janine gets your plastic pants and the pee pants on."

The shorts were the longer type that ended up just above his knees. That was good so they could absorb much of the urine. But they were still very tight and Janine could just barely undo the snap to get them over the diaper. It took her a considerable amount of time just to get the small pants on him. They got one of those eye hooks you could simply screw into the wood out on the porch, Renée carried the shameful homemade sign he had made and a couple of tacks. The letters large and colorful enough that even someone walking down in the street would see it. and they were on their way. With every step he too, the tight cotton pants rubbed against a very sore and well spanked and caned fanny, reminding him what he had already gone through. The special pants fit him almost like a second skin and his very small fanny bulged and stuck right out there noticeably. he just prayed that there wasn't going to be anyone around.

His prayers were not answered. being close to school time when they got out the front door there were parents and boys being taken to school. Renée had to tug a little on Percy's hand to drag him right out in the open on the front porch.

"Please mommy, cant we do this later, after school, there are so many people out here!"

"NO !, right now young man. The more time you waste the later you are going to be for school. And I can assure you that Mrs. Matlock will not be pleased about that. Now I want you to put your own 'pee pants' up as high as you can so everyone will have a view of a naughty boy's pants…"

She was deliberately saying it louder than she had to, so everyone who was near by good hear her. It was having its effects as the gazes of both parents and boys who were very curious, were starting to be seen. It was fortunate for Percy to some degree, that the parents were trying to get their charges to school on time. So though all who passed by would slow down and look for a few seconds or stop for a bit, they basically had to keep moving. What caught there attention the most was Percy standing in front of a young teen girl with his hands planted on his head, while his pee pants were unsnapped, the zipper slowly pulled down, and his pants worked down an inch at a time, revealing him wearing only a childish diaper. And though it wasn't easy to get the pants off of him, Janine seemed to be deliberately taking more time than she needed to, prolonging his shame intentionally. Percy was practically in tears again as he heard whispers and giggling in the background. Finally they were off and in his diaper only he had to first screw the eye hook in as quickly as possible. And then shamefully hang the the brightly colored pee pants on the hook. Then it was time for the sign.

"I want that sign tacked to that wood above those silly pants of yours, young man."

"B…but mommy, I cant reach that h…high"

"That is correct young man. Then you will need to get the stool won't you ?"

"M…Mommy please !", Percy cried knowing it would get even worse having to stand on the stool in just a diaper, as there were still people around…

"Would you like to add having your diaper taken off, and a public bare bottom spanking first…?"

Knowing she was serious… "NO Mommy, no !", he cried as he was already on his way into the house to get the stool. Then he had to perform the task in his babyish diaper, high up on the stool, of course again as quickly as was possible.

"Thats a very good boy, Percy. Now when you come home from school we will go over again what you will be required to do when it is time to go pee-pee," she exclaimed loudly, "I am sure this is one punishment you will remember this time and learn a good lesson from. Now go on… back to the basement…"

Both of the boys were getting antsy, because they knew that Mrs. Matlock did not appreciate students coming in late to her classroom. And they were certainly late. And both there bottoms were still extremely sore from their punishment. Neither could well imagine what anymore spanking would feel like, given the state of their bottoms. But Tommy still had to demonstrate how him mommy performed his little diaper ritual, before either of them were going to be allowed to go.

Both of their diaper punishment notes had been written, so at least they knew that was taken care of. They were always put into sealed envelopes, with their names on them. This was done so they couldn't read what their mommies had written. Not until they actually had to read them before the class. That was always a cause for worry initself as to what was in the notes and how shaming their mommies decided to wear them. Everyone was to be seated on the nursery bed, when Percy got back.

Tommy still naked of course. And his mommy was seated on a simple hardback chair a few feet in front of them.

"We may begin now. Okay, Tommy you know what to do you naughty boy."

Then addressing the people on the bed, "This is how we always begin Tommy's Diaper punishment. And since we have had to have this little punishment a few times already, Tommy is aware of what he knows he is expected to do. It seems that Tommy has had quite a problem with bed wetting for a boy is age. In fact I have been seriously considering keeping Tommy as my little diaper boy, for the duration of his stay with us," she said loudly to Tommy's chagrin.

Without protest Tommy walked over to the opposite wall where a special back hung from a hook, up high on the wall. The bag hadn't been there before. It had large black letters on it that simply said 'Tommy's Diaper Bag'. Lying on the bed beside her were Tommy's little boy shorts that he had worn the day before and his shirt.

"This is Tommy's own personal little diaper bag. He always has to get this first. He never knows what little goodies are inside of it until he opens it. Usually, before we get to that, he is undressed completely and divested of every stitch of clothes. But of course we dont have to worry about that because we already have a naked well-spanked little boy on our hands, dont we Tommy?"

"Yes mommy", he answered obediently but nearly in tears already from this humiliating little ritual he had to perform in front of the others.

"Naturally he is undressed by mommy. He knows that little boys who still wet their beds are certainly not old enough to dress or undress themselves, are they Tommy ?"

"N…No mommy."

Tommy was trying to pay attention to her, but he was very worried about what was in his diaper bag. Normally there was some kind of spanking implement in it. Surely he had been spanked enough this morning, he thought. Besides that there was no telling what other things were in the bag.

"Thomas, you may now open your diaper bag for us…"

With his heart pounding Thomas undid the multiple knots on the bag. He got a little happier when the first thing that he looked around for was a small paddle or even the hairbrush. But of course that didn't mean that he might not be hand spanked again. He pulled out some of the normal items that were typically found in his diaper bag. The diaper of course, plastic pants, his baby shirt, baby wipes, powder, lotion for any rashes, and his large pacifier. But there was none of the 'extra" items that his mommy put in the bag, just the basics. Mrs. Durden explained to the others…

"Normally when Tommy is undergoing diaper punishment, there is always a spanking that goes along with it. And he would normally find a spanking implement or two in the bag. But I think,and I'm sure you will all agree that this naughty boy has been spanked enough this morning. So no additional spanking will be given this time, young man. Tommy breathed a large sigh of relief. Sometimes Tommy will also find a baby bib in his bag and he certainly knows what that means. It means that this naughty boy will not be allowed to eat any of his meals on his own. It means he gets spoon fed his baby meals while in the big high chair I always keep for little boys who insist on acting like babies. This occurs for the duration of his diaper punishment. Every meal. He also could have found a pair of baby mittens in the bag too. When this happens, it means that every evening after dinner is finished, on the days he is scheduled for diaper punishment, he has those mittens put on. With the mittens on, he really can't do a thing on his own. So he has to have either mommy or daddy do things for him, to remind him of his babyish status. Other items I sometimes put in the bag are, a retention plug. Which means that he has to get a nursery enema every morning, to start the day off with a good cleaning out… And a… Oh my !, …Tommy I believe you left something in the bag. Look in there young man…"

With great shame Tommy pulled out a long skinny rectal thermometer."

"I think you know what that means dont you young man. Tell all of us what that means…"

"It means I have to have my temperature taken every night…a …after my last d…diaper change mommy."

"And where do little boys, especially those that act like babies get there temperature taken Tommy ?"

"Mommy…!", he complained.

"Answer me, young man !"

"I…In their b…bare bottoms…", he said red-faced.

"Yes Tommy. You cant be trusted to get yours taken like a big boy in your mouth. So you will get yours taken bare fanny while you lie face down on this nursery bed right here…", she emphasized. "Now young man, I think you know what you have to do next."

Tommy took the now empty diaper back and held it open while his little boy clothes were dropped into it one by one by his mommy… First his shirt, then his short pants, and finally the last to go his little boy briefs.

"A boy who has been as naughty as you have this morning, certainly doesn't deserve to wear underpants like a bigger boy, does he Tommy ?"

"N…No mommy", he shakily replied with just one soft tear rolling down his cheek. Then when all his clothes had been dropped in the bag, mrs. Durden tied the bag in at least four good knots. She handed the bag back to Tommy. He then walked over still naked, and with still showing the evidence of his morning punishment on his bare fanny, walked meekly back over to the wall, and hung the bag back on the hook, where he had taken it down from.

"You may be allowed to get that bag back down Tommy, when you show mommy you are ready to start behaving like a boy your age and not a baby. It may take just a couple of days. It may take several. In the meantime it's diapers for you my dear boy. Now come over here and give your mommy a little boy hug. And then we have to get your diaper on, and you two boys off to school. You're late !"

Tommy then had to have his bottom all powdered and his privates. His diaper put on, while he laid all naked on the changing table. In full view of the others present. There special diaper notes were handed to each of them with their names written in big letters on them. Finally the two of them were rushed off to school together. This time their mommies did not go with them. they hurried as fast as their little legs could carry them, wondering what was written in the notes, and worrying how their teacher, Mrs. Matlock would handle the fact that they were very late. Back at the Durden cottage the three adults and Renée discussed what had transpired over a warm cup of tea and continued to share and trade other ideas, rituals, and methods.

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