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Chapter
3
T ables Turned
"March yourself into
that room." Judy ordered Ken. "We've got a discipline problem here,
and we're going to take care of it." She was enjoying her new found
power. It excited me to see her exercise it.
I had to add my comments
as well, "Before we do anything else, let's get a look at you. Stand
in the middle of the room and turn around so Judy and I can see
you." His body was absolutely beautiful. He had a strong muscular
frame. His legs were powerfully shaped and ended in such cute buns.
In the front, his broad chest tapered into a narrow waist that accentuated
the triangle of pubic hair outlining his penis and balls.
"Not bad," Judy approved,
"Even his cock is beginning to stiffen up again."
"Hey, I got an idea!"
Judy said, "Let's do to him what we used to do with some of the
little boys. You know, make him big and hard with a rubber ball."
"Yeah," I agreed, "That
would be fun."
Judy grabbed his cock
in one hand, and her rubber ball in the other. She started rubbing
the ball under the shaft of his penis. He "popped to" quickly. She
giggled nervously, "It's so nice to be able to play using all your
toys."
I felt my stomach churn,
and a chill run down my spine as the implication of Judy's words
sunk in. We had taken Ken's proudest possession, his penis, his
holy of holies, the very essence of his maleness, and made it into
a girl's toy in a girl's game.
"That's better," Judy
said, stepping back to admire her work.
How did she manage to
keep her cool? I found myself shaking even though I wasn't cold.
I directed Ken to move one of the chairs to the center of the room
where we'd have more room. Even my throat was constricting, and
my mouth was dry. I felt a little better as I sat down, pointed
to my lap and croaked, "Assume the position!"
Judy's observation really
got to me. Making him jerk off for us was one thing. It was simply
a big girl's version of the games we used to play as kids. What
we were about to do was serious stuff. Judy and I were about to
take control of another human being! Judy's confidence re-assured
me enough to at least try going on.
Ken meekly laid over
my lap. I put my left arm over his back and had him position himself
until his ass was in just the perfect spot to swat at it. I clamped
his prick between my legs. I could feel it through my shorts. It
was so hot! I still wasn't sure about this.
Judy was absent mindedly
bouncing her ball trying to look cool as she watched this little
tableaux. I overcame my own fear long enough to get a good look
at her. Suddenly it hit me. Confidence my foot! She was as scared
as I was! The ashen look in her face gave her away. I've seen that
same look before -- in the principal's office after the two of us
were caught doing some stunt.
The seemingly trivial
game she was playing with the ball was simply a way for her to release
the nervous sexual energy she was building up. She picked up her
leg, and bounced the ball under it a few times.
That gave me an inspiration.
"Judy, let's play a game. Why don't you call off the names, and
every time you bounce the ball, I'll give Ken a swat." If I could
just pretend it was a game, I could accept it better and get over
my anxiety. This was supposed to be fun. Instead I was nearly sick.
A part of my mind did
push me on -- revenge. I did owe him a spanking for what he did
to Judy and me so long ago. "He deserved this. He did. He did it
to Judy and me, and we're going to pay him back." I kept repeating
these words to myself over and over trying to rationalize why a
twelve-year old girl would be giving a bare- assed spanking to a
seventeen-year old boy.
Judy started bouncing
the ball while chanting, "A my name is Alice and my husband's name
is Al we come from Alabama and we sell Apples. B my name is Barbara
..."
I was shaking so much
that I couldn't even wave my arm properly. I'm not sure that Ken
even felt the first couple of spanks. Every time Judy's ball hit
the floor, my hand hit Ken's butt. By the time Judy was up to Eileen,
her husband Ed, England and earrings, I felt more confident in myself
and was able to put some more force into it.
Judy and I did the math
later on. If Judy had gotten through the game in its entirety, I
would have delivered 416 swats to Ken's waiting ass. But she never
did get through a full game, she was so nervous, she let the ball
get away or missed a name or something, and we had to start all
over again. We lost track of exactly how much we did spank him.
I was really hitting
my stride after a couple of minutes. I got over my initial nervousness,
and felt a funny kind of excitement setting in. I was getting aroused!
I wanted to stop and relieve myself. I wanted to pull down my shorts
and panties, put my fingers up my vagina and rub for all I was worth.
I didn't care who would watch me do it too.
But I was too much into
spanking Ken. It was fun and I didn't want to give it up. I was
dizzy with power and sex. Unfortunately, I could keep spanking only
so long. My adrenaline was directed at my reproductive system, and
not my large muscle groups. I was getting tired, and my hand began
to hurt. I mentioned this to Judy, and she offered to take over.
When Ken got up, I noticed
a wetness at the tip of his cock. It was still rock hard, and very
red. He was getting off on this!
When I got up, I noticed
how dizzy I was. I had to go upstairs and get a drink.
After a short rest,
it was my turn to bounce the ball as Judy took her turn spanking
Ken. Forewarned, and not wanting to hurt her hand, she took off
her sneakers, held one of them by the heel and used it to paddle
him. The sneaker gave a little bit every time it hit Ken, and maybe
this made it a little easier (or worse) for him, but his butt was
well sore before she ever got to it. In a sense, Judy gave Ken a
combination spanking and ass kicking.
I had played this ball
bouncing game an uncountable number of times as a little girl, and
I could do it in my sleep. Yet, I had a tough time concentrating
on the ball. I was weak from the physical activity of spanking Ken
and whatever. My insides were in turmoil, and I was nauseous with
excitement. I was hesitant about lifting my leg. I just knew I was
making a mess of my panties, and I didn't want anyone to see it.
I had on dark denim shorts and that helped, but I think I even soaked
through them!
I was mesmerized watching
Judy paddle his ass with her sneaker. Although she had the wisdom
to arm herself with a spanking "toy" that saved her hand from getting
sore, she still couldn't keep her arm from getting tired. She was
really breathing hard, and the pale, clammy face that she had when
she started was flush with a generous flow of blood.
I had the opportunity
to look at Ken's ass. It was pink all over. As Judy spanked him
I could see a momentary white spot when she lifted her sneaker back
up to administer the next slap. The white spot didn't last long.
It was soon filled back in with pink.
I'll say this for Ken.
He took his spanking like a man. He flinched a little every time
the sneaker made contact. He gave an occasional gasp, sucking in
air through clenched teeth when Judy found a particularly tender
spot, or mustered a more forceful blow. But he didn't cry. He didn't
ask for mercy. He just laid there with his eyes closed tight, and
absorbing swat after swat.
Eventually, Judy wound
down. Ken got off her lap, and we could see his cock was still hard
and ready for action.
Judy was exhausted,
yet jubilant. She turned to me and said, "I want to see him jerk
off again. How about it Susan?"
I turned to Ken and
challenged him, "You got to be able to do it again."
His answer surprised
us, "I don't know about able, but I certainly am willing. Here,
sit on the couch."
Ken had Judy and I sit
on the couch as he knelt in front of us. We had a perfect heads
on view as he performed his act for us. He came even sooner, if
that were possible.
Judy and I sat for a
moment in silence as we looked at the pools of come on the floor
at our feet. Finally, she recovered and said, "Clean up that mess."
While Ken was getting
a sponge and some towels, I conferred with Judy, "Wow, that was
even better than the first time. I think Ken liked it too."
"The only thing is,"
she said, "is that Ken gets to have all the fun -- I mean, it's
fun just watching, but Ken gets to do it to himself and enjoy the
ejaculation as well. I want to do it. I want to make him come."
"Yeah, I know what you
mean. Next time, we jerk him off."
-=o=-
It went slow. The only
time the three of us could be alone is when my mom was at her Saturday
morning aerobics class. After that, she'd shower and change at the
gym and shop, so we'd have several hours to play.
At first, Judy and I
just jerked on his cock as we saw him do. It wasn't as easy as it
looked, but we eventually learned how to stroke it just right.
I'll never forget my
first time as I wrapped my small hand around his giant member. His
penis felt so hard, yet squishy all at the same time. I could feel
it get even harder as I started pumping him. My pinky finger was
at the base of his shaft and I felt it contract just before he came.
The tips of my fingers
were resting at intervals under the shaft of his penis. I could
feel it pulse with every gush of semen. I was surprised at the force
of the ejaculation and how far he could squirt his stuff. I was
also taken back by how hot it was!
When it was done, I
went into the bathroom to wash up. I'm sure it was totally psychological,
but try as I might, my hands still felt sticky even after several
lathering and rinsings. Judy complained about the same thing except
she didn't like the slimness of his ejaculate. We decided to use
protection the next time around -- rubber gloves.
If one could judge by
reactions -- both Ken's groaning and the amount and distance on
his ejaculate, this was a good idea. Either Judy and I were getting
better, or there was something special about rubber gloves. Ken
seemed to enjoy it more, and Judy and I liked keeping clean. At
first we used rubber gloves like my mom wore when she did dishes.
These worked, but we couldn't feel that much. Then we discovered
latex surgical gloves. They were the best of both worlds: rubbery,
and we could feel as well as if we wore nothing at all.
Judy observed, "You
know, rubber gloves work really well for jerking him off, and a
rubber ball can make his cock really big. I wonder if we could use
the ball some way to make him come."
"Yeah," I concurred,
"I wonder what else we have that's made of rubber that we can use
on him."
"Well, the ball should
be easy. All we have to do is keep rubbing the thing with it."
It took us several tries
before we perfected putting Ken "on the ball". Judy was better at
it than me. She held his penis in her left hand making a loop with
her fingers at the base. She squeezed down on this loop to trap
more blood in his cock making it even bigger, harder, redder, and
more sensitive.
Then she'd tease it
with the ball rubbing it back and forth along the underside of the
shaft, gently nipping the "cheeks" (the 5 and 7 o'clock positions
as you look at the penis head-on) until a drop of pre-come appeared.
She'd stop, push the
ball against his pee hole, and give it a couple of twists. Then
she would use the ball to spread the fluid all over the head of
his penis using little circling motions. Then she would go back
to work underneath, repeating the process over and over.
Within moments, she
could have his penis drooling with anticipation, and she could keep
him on the verge of orgasm for as long as she liked.
When we decided to let
him come, he'd came with such force and volume that we would have
contests to see how far we could shoot him.
Rubber bathing caps
were a natural progression from rubber balls. They were so simple
to use. Slip it over his cock and rub. Both Judy and I enjoyed how
funny it was to feel his cock sliding around inside the cap once
Ken got lubricated. Both of us were quite surprised how well we
could feel his prick through the rubber. We liked doing it this
way because it was easy, we could measure exactly how much come
Ken put out, and it was so easy to clean up. The only thing bad
about it was that the other girl couldn't see what was going on.
We discovered sneakering
by accident. Judy and I had been out at a dance the night before
and our legs were tired. Judy ordered Ken, "Come here and sit facing
me on this chair. I want a leg massage." She swung her feet into
his crotch. She was still wearing her Keds. Both of us noticed that
his penis shot up like a rocket. Both of us became suddenly aware
that sneaker soles are made of rubber.
Judy gently peddled
his cock from sneaker to sneaker. It became easier once he got lubricated.
In a couple of minutes we heard the familiar panting that announced
his impending eruption. His body tensed and his face contorted.
Jets of white come percolated on the soles of her sneakers.
"That's what I like
to see," I observed, "A boy coming at the feet of a girl. That's
the way it should be."
"What I like," Judy
said, "was like it was watching and doing all at the same time.
With other masturbations, you got to concentrate on the penis. Here,
you can sit back and watch his face as well."
Judy and I invented
a number of other games to play with Ken. We kept pumping his penis
and paddling his ass well into our teen years until he left for
college. Then we hardly ever got to see him at all and never alone.
We needed a new boy to play with, but that led to trouble, and landed
both of us across a man's lap again.
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