Chapter
1
Two Girls and a Boy
I focused on the popsicle
stick that lay on the ground between Judy and me. The game was to
hit it as I bounced my rubber ball to her. Judy broke my concentration
with an exclamation, "Oh no, here comes Dennis Swenson."
Dennis was another 8
year old who lived down the block. "So what's the problem," I asked.
"I bet he's going to
want to play with us, and I don't want to do that now."
I bounced the ball to
her. "Dennis and I have played before, he's not that bad."
"I know," she said,
"but I don't feel in the mood to play with boys right now -- at
least in that way."
I was about to ask,
"what way?" when Dennis came up.
"Hi, Judy. Hi, Susie.
Whatcha doing?"
"What does it look like
we're doing?" Judy responded. "We're doing nothing".
That was true enough,
as Judy had stopped bouncing the ball and was holding onto it.
"Can I play with you?"
Dennis asked.
I was about to say,
"Sure, come on over," but Judy cut me off, "No, you can't."
"Why not, Judy?" I asked.
"Because he's a boy."
"So?"
"So, we don't play with
boys."
I couldn't understand
her reasoning, but she was my very best friend, and besides given
a choice between supporting Dennis or Judy, I had to side with a
member of my own sex.
"I'm sorry, Dennis.
Judy says you can't play."
"That's not fair," Dennis
protested.
"What's not fair?" Judy
said.
"I can't play."
"Oh, it's not your fault.
It's just that you're a boy," Judy responded, "If you were a girl,
it would be different."
"Why," asked Peter.
"Because girls are better
than boys," Judy answered.
Just as Dennis was about
to call it quits, Judy gave in a little, "You can play but it depends."
"Depends on what?" said
Dennis.
"On if you can be good
like a girl," Judy responded.
"I'm good," confirmed
Dennis.
Judy ignored his response,
"What do you think Susan, should we let this boy play?"
By this time, I was
thoroughly confused and I didn't know what to say, so Judy didn't
wait for an answer and continued, "Maybe, if he's done just as he's
told."
Dennis pleaded, "Why
can't I play?"
"Who says you can't,"
said Judy, "only, you have to play the way we want you to. You got
to prove you're good. This is a girls' game, and if you want to
play, you're going to have to play by girls' rules. OK?"
"OK," agreed Dennis,
"what do I have to do?"
"First, you can't have
to have a dumb boy's name. You have to have a girl's name. Hmmm,
I think we'll call you Penelope." Judy said.
I giggled, "I have a
doll with that name!"
"Are you ready to play,
Penelope?" Judy asked.
"OK," Dennis said. Judy
wasn't satisfied just yet, "Not so fast. If you're going to play
like a girl, then you have to look more like a girl. Here, take
off your sweatshirt. Put mine on. It's pink, and it has flowers
on it."
"Do I have to," complained
Dennis.
"Yes you do, or you
can go home. If you don't stop fighting with me, we won't let you
play, right Susan?"
I still had no idea
where all this was leading, but I nodded my approval anyway. I was
beginning to like the way Judy was ordering Dennis around. There
was something about a girl telling a boy what to do that pleased
me. "Yes, you have to do everything Judy tells you."
Dennis took off his
sweat shirt, and put Judy's on. "Now can I play?"
"I don't know," Judy
said," Something is missing. Too bad you don't have a skirt."
"Why do I have to wear
a skirt? Susan's got a skirt, but you're wearing shorts."
"Yeah, but my shorts
don't have a fly in them. OK, it will have to do, but we're not
ready just yet," Judy continued, "You see, Susan and I don't play
with boys. You got to do something to make up for it. Since you're
not a girl, and you don't have a skirt, you're going have to show
us how you make pee."
Dennis stammered, "Here,
in front of everybody?"
"No silly, come with
us," Judy said leading him by the hand. "Susan, let's do it in your
basement. You have a bathroom there."
"Yeah, but," I said.
"Yeah but what?," asked
Judy.
"My cousin Ken is in
the house. He'll know." Ken was my 13 year old cousin. He often
got to watch me while my mom was at work. Ken was very strict with
me, but really, he was a nice type of guy. Besides, he was kind
of cute, and Judy and I sort of had a crush on him.
"Oh no he won't. He's
too busy watching the ball game to pay attention to us. We'll just
be really quiet."
Judy, Dennis and I tried
our best to sneak into the house. We got to the bathroom and turned
on the light. Judy stood on one side of the toilet. I stood on the
other.
I was glad I had Judy
there with me. I don't think that I would have had the nerve to
go through with this all by myself. Besides, it was the kind of
thing that us girls should share.
"OK, you can do it now,"
said Judy. Dennis stood facing the two of us, unzipped his shorts,
pulled out his penis, and started to urinate. I started giggling
as soon as I got a sight of Dennis's organ. It isn't that I didn't
know what one looked like. I saw one once before -- sort of. Judy
had drawn me a picture. I wondered how she knew what one looked
like. I guess this wasn't her first time.
"Wow, Judy, this is
great." I whispered huskily, "I never saw one up close like this.
There's something special about this. I've never seen a boy just
do it before. I mean, all we did was ask, and he took it out for
us. I like that."
"Wait, it gets better,"
Judy told me.
Just as Dennis had finished
and was about to put his penis back into his fly, Judy told him
"Oh no, don't put it back. Now that you've played with it, it's
our turn. Pull down your pants all the way, so we can touch it."
"Are you sure this is
OK?" I asked. I felt that just watching him was naughty enough,
but actually touching it was something entirely different. It seemed,
so -- evil.
Dennis protested, "My
mom says that I'm not supposed to let strangers touch me down there."
Judy had the answer
to that one. "We're not strangers, Penelope, we're friends. Besides,
your mom means that about grown ups, not kids like us. Anyway, this
is part of the game. If you don't obey the rules, you can't play.
Now, let us touch it, or we won't let you play with us."
Dennis took off his
pants and as he was stepping out of his underwear, he asked, "Is
this going to hurt."
"Oh no," Judy assured
him, "In fact, I think you are going to like it."
At first she held his
penis in one hand while she rubbed it with the ball in her other
hand.
I couldn't believe what
I saw, "Look at that, it's getting bigger." I had never seen an
erection before, and as an 8 year old, I didn't understand the significance
of it. All I knew now that watching Dennis get one at Judy's hands
was fun.
Once she got it big,
Judy put the ball down, and used her fingers to continue playing
with Dennis's private parts. She wet her fingers with saliva and
just sort of rolled his penis around with them using the tips to
spread the spit around the head of his organ.
"There, how does that
feel," Judy asked Dennis.
"It feels kinda funny,
sort of like when I have to make pee, only a little different, and
only I just went."
"See, I told you it
would be fun, now let Susan try it. Susan, do you want to try it?
It's fun, you'll like it."
"You bet! How do I do
it?"
"You just put your fingers
under it like this, and your thumbs on top and rub it. Move your
fingers back and forth, and make little circles with your thumbs.
Make sure you spit on it every now and then to keep it slippery."
I remember telling Judy,
"It feels squishy, but it's hard."
I loved the way it responded
to my rubbing and really got a kick out of having such control over
a male playmate. I began to wonder if all boys were so easy.
Judy and I took turns
playing with Dennis's penis. We were so much into it that we didn't
notice Ken had opened the door until he asked, "What are you girls
doing?"
I was so scared, I couldn't
breathe.
Ken told Dennis to get
dressed and go home. "Dennis, I want you to forget this, and don't
tell anyone, especially your mom or dad. This is something between
me and the girls, I'll make sure they are punished properly."
When Dennis was gone,
Ken brought us into the playroom where he made us stand in front
of him while he sat on the couch.
"Well, what to do with
you girls?"
"Please don't tell my
mom," Judy pleaded. "The last time she punished me and wouldn't
let me play outside for a couple of weeks."
"So you've been in trouble
for this before. Then I don't think you'll want me to tell her what
I caught you and Susie doing." (I hated that name, 'Susie' -- it
sounded so 'little girl'. I wasn't a baby. I was 8 years old! I
wish people, particularly Ken would call me 'Susan').
"And you, Susie, what
do you have to say for yourself, young miss."
My God! He sounded just
like my mother.
I couldn't answer, so
he continued. "Just what do you think we should do about this?"
He let us mull that
one over a while, and then said, "Which would you rather have. I
could punish you, or I could tell your moms, and then you'd really
be in trouble."
Judy and I shuffled
uncomfortably. I felt my stomach knotting. Finally Judy broke down
and said, "OK, what do we have to do?"
"Well, you've been naughty
girls and you will have to each get a spanking for it."
I wanted to object,
but I barely got my mouth open when he said, "Susie, what do you
think your mom will do if I told her?"
He pressed for an answer
and I had to admit, "She'd probably give me a spanking."
"And what else?"
"I think she'd make
me stay in for a week."
"You're right. You have
a choice, you can submit to a spanking by me and settle this right
now, or you can wait until your mom gets home and really be in trouble."
Well, better to get
this over sooner than later, I thought. I stammered, "OK, Ken. You
win. Who do you want to do first?"
But Ken had some additional
demands, "Wait, there's more. Pull down your panties, and lift up
your skirt. This will be a bare ass spanking."
I swallowed hard. This
couldn't be happening.
"Take - off - your -
panties!," Ken restated with commanding authority annunciating every
word clearly.
I looked at Judy. I
could see her embarrassment at my predicament. I reached under my
skirt and pulled off my panties. They slid down my legs and I kicked
them off.
I could feel Ken's eyes
on my body as I pulled down my panties. I wasn't ashamed of my body.
As a child I used to run around naked by the pool until mom caught
me and made me put my bathing suit back on. I felt funny because
I was doing it because I was ordered to do it.
"And you," Ken said
to Judy, "Take off your shorts and pull down your panties."
Ken's order was so strong
that she unhesitatingly obeyed, and had already started to pull
her shorts down before he was even finished issuing his order. Now
I felt embarrassed for her, as I watched her strip off her clothes.
Soon Judy and I were
standing there naked from the waist down as Ken smiled his approval.
Although my skirt still covered some of my body, I felt more than
naked. Ken made us turn around to face him. I wanted to hide but
I couldn't.
"I'll do you first,"
said Ken, pointing to me. "Now get over here and lay down over my
lap." "And you," he said pointing to Judy, "stand right there and
watch."
I felt so embarrassed.
I did as I was told. As I laid over his lap, he lifted my skirt
so that both my front and back were exposed. I felt cold all over
my body except for the part laying against his rough denim jeans.
That part was already glowing with warmth.
Ken placed his left
arm over my back holding the upper part of my body on his left leg.
He used his right leg to elevate my rear end.
My mind was in a whirl.
Only minutes ago, Judy and I seemed to be so much in charge of everything,
now the whole situation was reversed. Minutes ago I felt so proud
of the things we were able to do to Dennis. Now I felt nothing but
shame. I just knew Ken was going to make us pay for it.
Ken laid his hand on
my butt and slowly rubbed it. My butt felt so cool, and his hand
felt so hot. I tensed with anticipation.
"Don't clench your butt
like that. It'll only make things worse for you," he warned.
Finally he lifted his
arm and swung it down planting his palm squarely on my right cheek
with full wrist action. It made a loud smacking sound. My skin stung.
He gave me a dozen or so swats and then told me to look at him.
I did so with anger and humiliation in my face.
"Why are you crying?
You're not really hurt, are you?"
I had to admit that,
physically at least, I wasn't. His slaps weren't really hurting
down deep. He was merely spanking the surface of the skin. Blood
rushed to the surface, and it felt all tingly and warm, but I didn't
feel like there was any damage to the muscle underneath.
I was humiliated beyond
belief. Here I was in front of my best friend being spanked by my
very cute cousin. I wanted to impress him. Instead here I was in
this ridiculously submissive position.
I tried to retain some
of my dignity, "No, it doesn't hurt," I told him through gritted
teeth.
"Good," he grinned,
"In fact you like this. Don't you?"
He was so dominating!
I didn't know what I thought of having my naked butt arched up in
the air and being so vulnerable, nor did I understand my mixed feelings
towards the humiliation and pain he inflicted upon me. What I did
notice was that I did enjoy the physical sensation he spanking was
causing elsewhere.
My ass was burning,
but it felt so alive. I could feel it throb with each beat of my
heart. I was suddenly aware of every little parcel of skin on it.
I was surprised at myself. I did want him to do more and I nodded
to let him know.
"You've been a bad girl,
and you deserve this. Maybe you think you were so cool with Dennis.
Well, you're nothing! I'll teach you what happens to little girls
that do dirty things! Now, you do want me to keep spanking you,
don't you?"
He made me feel so insignificant.
I felt I was only getting my 'just due' and that the punishment
was well earned. I nodded again and he continued to paddle me.
Each time his palm slapped
against my bare skin, I felt a tiny jolt of excitement as my flesh
rebounded. Every time he hit me, I could feel my front clinch up
as well. I wanted to grind my crotch into his knee. The tingling
and warmth traveled all over the middle part of my body and my stomach
tensed again. This time it tensed with excitement and not fear.
I tried like heck to
rub my legs together so I could rub my clitoris. It certainly made
for some interesting gyrations on my part. I think Ken liked watching
me move that way too. My stomach had the same exhilarating feeling
of free fall it got when I went on a scary ride like a roller coaster.
As he continued to whack
away at my rear end, the cramping in my stomach increased. This
reaction caused tiny waves of contractions to travel down to my
crotch. I felt my bladder spasm. Now it was my time to feel like
I do when I make pee only different.
I was surprised to find
myself squirming on his lap as I tried to move my butt up into his
strokes instead of flinching from them. I didn't know what I wanted
more; to grind my crotch into his lap, or get my ass as high into
the air as possible. I wanted to expose all of my ass to the smacks
he administered with his firm hand, yet I wanted to get some of
'my own'. I must have looked so silly. I felt like a fish flopping
around out of water.
Ken was so masterful
and powerful. He had me under so much control! I felt totally helpless.
I felt like a rag doll flopped over his lap. It seemed like we'd
been at it for hours, yet I knew that he only spanked me for a couple
of minutes. My ass felt so wonderfully tender and warm, and the
feeling, both on the surface, and inside my body, stayed with me
for the rest of the afternoon.
Ken finished by rubbing
his palm over my butt. His hard hand was hotter than before, but
then, so was my butt! As his skin gently touched my skin, I felt
tiny pin pricks of excitement radiate from every well-spanked nerve
ending.
I felt weak and wobbly
kneed as I dismounted from his knee.
It was Judy's turn next.
Ken didn't have to order me to watch. I could do nothing else. I
had a perverse fascination with what was about to happen. I just
had to watch as Ken gave Judy hers.
Ken went through the
same ritual with Judy as he did with me. I was amazed at how he
could combine forceful slapping with such tenderness. As a spectator,
I was able to notice how evenly and smoothly he administered his
strokes over her backside. I was enthralled by his dominance over
the pair of us.
For a moment, I had
a vivid vision that it was I who was spanking Judy. That also gave
my insides a twinge.
Judy's pure white butt
was the same shade of bright pink as her sweatshirt and sneakers
by the time Ken was done spanking her. With every slap, he lectured
her about being a bad girl, and how she needed to learn how to behave
properly.
Ken gently rubbed her
butt as well and finally released her saying, "That's enough --
for now." Judy didn't cry at all, but she was breathing very heavily
by the time she got off his knee.
As she got up, I wondered
if the spanking had forced some pee out of her as there was a wet
spot on Ken's pants. I know how excited I got and wondered if she
couldn't hold it. As a mature woman now, I now know that the wet
spot came from the inside of Ken's pants. However, at that age I
was left to wonder what it would be like to be spanked so hard as
to literally knock the piss out of me.
Addressing both of us,
Ken said, "There, now the both of you have something to remember
you manners by. You girls remember this the next time you even think
about playing with a boy. You best behave yourselves. Bad little
girls get spankings and they deserve them."
I couldn't describe
my feelings. I was angry at Ken for spanking me and humiliating
me, especially in front of Judy. How could he think anything of
me after what I did? I wanted so much for him to like me. I was
thoroughly embarrassed for having gotten caught, and I felt very
guilty for playing with Dennis' penis. Yet I also felt a special
emotion borne out of the combination of all these events: the sexual
situation with Dennis, being naked in front of Ken and Judy, the
physical contact of the spanking, the inner throbbing. My young
mind put it all together in such a way that even the word "spanking"
caused a funny feeling inside of me. From that day on, spanking
was no longer a punishment, but a treat.
Ken dismissed us and
Judy and I picked up our clothes and went back to the bathroom to
clean up. I looked at my tear streaked face. It was as red as my
rear end. I felt weak, like I did when I finished a fast run. It
was such a great feeling.
"Well, what did you
think of that," Judy asked.
"I don't think it's
going to stop me. How about you?"
"No way. If I want to
look at boys, I'm going to look at boys."
"You got that right,"
I answered. "And if Ken wants to spank us for it, he can. One of
these days we'll pay him back."
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