The Bargain (Chapter 3)

Fiction by Darryl and Julie
[continued from The Bargain (Chapter 2)]

The day after the spanking at the Wright house, Leslie and Marie got to school earlier than Julie or Darryl, since they had early classes. Friends and classmates inundated them with questions.

"So, tell us what happened," a girl on the shuttle bus asked Leslie. "Did Darryl get spanked? Did you get to see?"

"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to answer that," Leslie replied with a teasing smile.

"Don't give us that shit," Stacey Morningstar, the most popular girl in Darryl's second year class, said. "Did Darryl get spanked by his Mom or not?"

"Can't say," Leslie insisted, provoking murmurs of disapproval from the group of curious girls gathering around them.

"What about you, Marie?" Stacy asked, turning her attention to the other girl. "Are you going to tell us?"

"Sorry," Marie said, shaking her head and smiling enigmatically.

"Well, can you at least confirm he didn't get spanked then?" Stacey persisted.

"Sorry."

"So he did get spanked," Stacey concluded, to which Marie just shrugged and smiled.

In that ingenious way, Leslie and Marie set off a chain of rumour and speculation without dishonouring their side of the bargain with Darryl. So it was that Darryl was met with snickers and knowing looks when he got to his first class of the day, Professor Dubois' French class.



As Darryl was opening his books, he was surprised to be approached by Stacey Morningstar, one of the hottest girls in school, who had never so much as looked at him before. "Since your sister's friends are being tight lipped," she said, looking down at him with a sneer, "maybe you can confirm our suspicions. Did your mommy spank your little bare bottom yesterday?"

"No!" Darryl said. He had hoped to sound strong and indignant, but the way his voice cracked provoked giggles and snickers from his classmates.

"Mademoiselle Morningstar," the teacher said, "sit down and leave Darryl alone."

"You can tell us after class," Stacey whispered to Darryl, before turning and walking back to her own seat, swaying her hips provocatively to remind the dweeb with whom he was dealing.

Darryl glanced gratefully at the teacher, but he was unable to hold eye contact without blushing and looking away. Then, a couple of minutes before the beginning of class, his sister came to the door and asked to speak to Madame Dubois. Darryl couldn't hear their brief conversation, but he saw that Julie handed the two letters, his mother's and his own, to the teacher.

Professor Dubois assigned the class a grammar exercise, giving herself a chance to read the letters Darryl's sister had delivered. She read the letter from Mrs. Wright first, smiling in amusement when she got to the part where Mrs. Wright confirmed that she had indeed taken her son over her knee like a naughty little boy and paddled his bare bottom. Glancing up, she caught Darryl watching her. He blushed and quickly looked down at his work.

Madame Dubois did not share the ultra conservative values of the college. She had been hired shortly after her arrival from France because the college wanted to offer a French elective, to be competitive with the community college down the road. She found it strange to be expected to give the strap to adult students, some not much younger than she was, but she had thrown herself into the role with enthusiasm. In fact, it excited her sexually to give the strap to other adults; that's why she was so strict about it. It excited her all the more when colleagues pointed out to her that students from really conservative families would often get a spanking - an actual spanking -- sur les fesses nues -- on the bare bottom -- at home after being strapped at school.

Madame Dubois liked Darryl. He was the best student in the class, and she understood that he was motivated by a desire to please her. She also knew the other students called him "le chou-chou du prof," the teacher's pet. When she had spotted him peeking at a cheat note the previous day, she was tempted to pretend she hadn't seen. But it wouldn't be fair to play favourites, she had reasoned. If she was completely honest, however, her decision to confront and discipline Darryl was partly motivated by the erotic frisson she got from the idea of punishing her "chou-chou." The tears in his eyes had excited her, and when Mrs. Wright had told her on the phone that Darryl would be punished even more strictly at home, she had felt so aroused that she went home and gave herself a lovely orgasm at the thought of it...

When she opened the letter of apology from Darryl, she was immediately impressed that he had written it in French, ever the teacher's pet. When she read his confession that his mother had bared his bottom and spanked him in front of, not only his younger sister, but two of her friends as well, she had to stifle a laugh behind her hand and squeeze her thighs together in excitement at the thought of the pretty young woman, Darryl's little sister Julie who had just delivered these letters to her, seeing that. The thought of shy Darryl being spanked in front of her and her young friends was delicious. Yes, she would definitely be communicating with Julie Wright about her brother, as Mrs. Wright's letter had suggested.

The letter from Darryl was almost flawless, but the one error in it caught her eye. He had written "un fessé" instead of "une fessée" for "spanking". Why had that error slipped through in a letter he had obviously edited so carefully? Then she remembered noticing the tent in Darryl's pants when she strapped him. Obviously, in spite of his tears, he had been aroused by the strapping. And now, she reasoned, his sharing of details about his humiliating spanking at home must have an erotic motivation. He was getting off on humiliating himself in her eyes. Well, if it was humiliation he wanted, it was humiliation he would get!

At the end of the class, Madame Dubois told Darryl to stay for a moment as students filed out of class. She thanked Darryl for his lovely letter of apology, enjoying the way he blushed. When she pointed out the grammatical error he had made, he looked mortified, but once again she noticed the telltale tent in his pants. It amused her to think he was probably unaware she could tell that he had an erection and could even judge the rather small size of it. The poor boy really needed to invest in some tighter underwear pour cacher son petit zizi [to hide his wee willie] when he got excited.

To correct his French, she made him go to the board and write out ten times,

Ma mère m'a donné une fessée cul nu sur ses genoux.
Ma mère m'a donné une fessée cul nu sur ses genoux.
Ma mère m'a donné une fessée cul nu sur ses genoux.
Ma mère m'a donné une fessée cul nu sur ses genoux.
Ma mère m'a donné une fessée cul nu sur ses genoux.
Ma mère m'a donné une fessée cul nu sur ses genoux.
Ma mère m'a donné une fessée cul nu sur ses genoux.
Ma mère m'a donné une fessée cul nu sur ses genoux.
Ma mère m'a donné une fessée cul nu sur ses genoux.
Ma mère m'a donné une fessée cul nu sur ses genoux.

[My mother gave me a bare bottom spanking across her knee].

As he wrote, his erection did not subside!

She almost felt guilty to make Darryl squirm at the board in embarrassment, but he was the one who had chosen to make her a prop in his humiliation kink, so she pressed on. "But tell me," she said in her wonderfully accented voice after he was finished at the blackboard, "your mother, did she really spank you right in front of your sister and her friends?"

"Oui, Madame," he replied softly, unable to meet her eyes.

"Even with them there, still on, how do you say, les fesses nues? - on the bare bum?" she continued.

"Oui, Madame," he said, glancing towards the door as though wishing he could escape from this interrogation.

"Oh la la," she said sympathetically, but with the hint of amusement in her eyes, "bad enough to be spanked on your bare bottom by your mother, but avec les jeunes filles qui regardent -- the young ladies looking -- that must have been embarrassing for you."

"Oui, Madame," he allowed, feeling as though his teacher's sympathy for his embarrassment might make him start to cry.

Just then Stacey Morningstar emerged from behind a study carrel at the side of the class. Professor Dubois had put her there to write a make-up test from the previous week and had not forgotten she was there. "There, Madame, done," Stacey said, handing the test to the teacher, looking at the blackboard, and then looking at Darryl with a triumphant smirk, before sweeping past him and out the door.

"Oh, mon pauvre chou," Madame Dubois said, looking sympathetically at Darryl's shocked expression, "that is embarrassing now, isn't it? Go and erase the blackboard now. Nobody else needs to see that." She even considered calling Mademoiselle Morningstar back to make her promise not to tell anyone what she had seen or overheard, but she knew such a promise would never hold. And besides, the naughty boy had brought this on himself by engaging his teacher in his humiliation kink. Moreover, the even more evident tent in his pants revealed that on some deep level he craved the more public humiliation he would surely have to face now.

"Don't cry," she said, motivated partly by real sympathy and partly by an erotic desire to shame him for the beginnings of tears in his eyes, "you have nothing to be ashamed of. You are a good boy, and you have the strictness of your Maman to thank for that. You are maybe a little old to be spanked in front of your sister and her friends," she teased, "but I'm not sure I would have done any differently if I was your Maman." She could see from his deeper blush and the furtive look in his eyes that he was imagining himself over her knee. "Promise me you will try to be brave," she said, reaching out and brushing a tear from one of his burning cheeks. "Will you do that… pour Madame?"

"Oui, Madame," he replied uncertainly.

"And remember," she added, "you would not be in this embarrassing place had you not cheated on your test in the first place, dis donc? So you should learn a lesson from it. Oui?"

"Oui, Madame," he said once again.

"Good boy," she said, bundling her books and notes into her briefcase. "But if I may make une petite suggestion," she said, unable to resist the temptation to wring another blush out of him, "you may wish to stay here in the classroom until you lose your -- how do you say? -- ta petite érection." It took a second for her French phrase to register, but when it did, the almost theatrical way Darryl looked down at the tent in his pants, then back up with a look of shock made her giggle. "A bientôt, mon petit chou," she said, patting his cheek before exiting the class, leaving him standing there with an open mouth and burning cheeks.

Darryl was mortified that his teacher had noticed his erect penis under his pants, and now knew that he became so excited by these things.



When Darryl's erection had subsided, he went to the cafeteria for lunch. He had planned to make a quick exit after buying a sandwich, but he was intercepted on the way by Stacey Morningstar and her entourage, which included her boyfriend, another guy, and her two closest girlfriends, both hotties like her. "Well, look who's here," Stacey said, blocking his path, and speaking in a loud enough voice to be heard by people at the nearby tables. "If it isn't little Darry who got paddled by his mommy on his bare bum-bum right in front of his sister and Leslie and Marie." The ensuing laughter showed that Stacey had the attention of everyone at the nearby tables.

"Did not!" Darryl cried, regretting how childish that sounded to his own ears even as he said it.

"It's no use lying, little boy," Stacey teased, "I heard you admit it to Madame Dubois, and saw what she made you write ten times on the blackboard: 'My mommy gave me a bare bottom spanking across her knee' "

"You're lying!"

"Hey everyone, look how red his face is!" Stacey said to the growing audience. "Who looks like the liar here?"

"Shut up, you bitch!" Darryl cried, more in desperation than anger.

"Hey! Nobody talks to my girlfriend that way," Marcus Williams, Stacey's tall, powerfully built boyfriend said, taking a step towards Darryl with clenched fists.

"It's alright, Marcus," Stacey said, stopping her boyfriend with a hand on his arm. "There's no need for fisticuffs, although I might have to tell his mommy what he just called me... ha ha!"

Darryl beat a hasty retreat from the cafeteria with a burning cheeks and the sound of laughter at his back. The period after lunch was a mandatory physical training period for second year students. ("Healthy body, healthy mind" was one of the college's mantras). He had planned to work out in the weight room, acting on his sister's recommendation to build some muscles, but he decided now to go for a long, solitary jog. He went to get changed before the end of the lunch period so he could be out of the change room before Marcus Williams and his jock buddies came in to change. By the end of the lunch period, he was already a half a mile from the college on the pedestrian trail along the river that bordered the campus.



Julie, Leslie, and Marie missed the excitement in the cafeteria because they went to an outdoor picnic table where they could talk privately. "Have I ever got something delicious to share with you two," Julie said, as they settled at the table. "I found these in Darryl's room this morning," she added, taking the papers she had confiscated from Darryl out of her bag. "Darryl begged me not to show them to you, and I sort of promised that I wouldn't, but this is too delicious not to share."

The girls spent most of their lunch period passing Darryl's pages around, taking turns reading parts out loud, giggling. "Is he ever in love with you, Leslie," Marie said.

"Yeah," Julie added, "your secret visit to his room last night seems to have had a real impact on him, Leslie. Did you actually kiss him, you little slut?"

"I might have," Leslie replied, with a conspiratorial smile and a bit of a blush.

"What, so do you actually like my big brother?" Julie asked. "I remember the way you shot him down with that line about having to wash your hair that time he tried to ask you out."

Leslie giggled at the memory. "Yeah, I was a real bitch. He was trying to be all manly and confident, and it was so obviously an act that it was kind of a turn on to embarrass him," Leslie explained. "But after yesterday, I think he's cute. And I find it sweet that he tried to write to me this way, even though he is too shy and embarrassed to give me a letter himself."

"Oh, that reminds me," Julie said, "these pages are not the only thing he begged me not to show you." She reached into her bag and took out a clear freezer bag containing the cum encrusted wad of tissues she had taken from Darryl's desk. "I found this on his desk, right beside these pages."

"Ew! Is that what I think it is?" Marie asked. Julie nodded. "Ewww!" Marie squealed more loudly, before breaking into a fit of giggles.

"He masturbated while trying to write to me?" Leslie asked with a big smile on her face.

"More then once," Julie replied with a smirk. "There were at least three more like this on the floor beside his bed. He begged me not to tell you, Leslie. He thought you would hate him if you found out he jacked off while thinking about you, as though that would dishonour you or something."

"What a little perv!" Marie exclaimed with a laugh.

"I think it's sweet," Leslie said, surprising the other girls with her sudden seriousness.

"So you don't mind?" Marie asked.

"Why should I mind?" Leslie asked. "If we're honest, isn't it flattering to know when we have that effect on a guy?"

"Even if it's just my dweebish big brother?" Julie asked.

"I find it sweet that he's afraid his masturbation would offend me," Leslie replied. "Do you think most guys worry about how we might feel when they use us in their jerk-off fantasies? I find Darryl's modesty, his sense of shame, and his lack of any feeling of entitlement to be sweet…and kind of sexy. There's a lot that a girl could do with a guy like that. Besides," she added, giving the other girls a defiant look, "I don't mind admitting that I might have done the deed myself last night too. I was really turned on by yesterday's events."

After a brief silence, Marie blushingly confessed that she too had "played with herself" while recalling the day's events and looking forward to spanking Darryl again.

"Okay," Julie confessed, "I did too."

"Julie!" Marie said in shock. "He's your brother!"

"I know," Julie said. "It's weird. Obviously I'm not attracted to my brother, but it turned me on to see him humiliated and to know that he is now under our power. What can I say! He wouldn't be my type even if he wasn't my brother."

"I see what you mean," Marie said. "He's not my type either. And I didn't think about sex with him while I masturbated. I only thought about spanking him."

"What about you, Leslie," Julie asked, "do you actually find him attractive, or were you just turned on by spanking and humiliating him?"

"It's both, I think," Leslie replied thoughtfully. "I find it hard to separate the two things. I found it sexy the way he cried when he got spanked, and it was hot to see how mortified he was when your Mom made him ejaculate in front of us. And the fact that he submitted to it. Most guys would have refused to submit to such treatment, but it seems to be natural for him. I like that."

"But you don't actually see him as boyfriend material, do you?" Julie asked.

"Actually, I do," Leslie said. "And maybe as more than that."

"As more than a boyfriend?" Marie exclaimed. "You mean you could see marrying him?"

"Why not?" Leslie replied defensively.

"Wow, Leslie," Julie said, "that's amazing. I mean it's wonderful for my brother that a girl like you is attracted to him that way. But marriage? Seriously?"

"I think so," Leslie replied. "Look, you both know that I'm one bossy bitch, right?" The other girls could only smile and nod in agreement. "Well then," Leslie continued, "wouldn't a guy like Darryl who would happily submit to a bitch like me not be the perfect choice? Just think of it. He would be more like the wife than the husband, and I would wear the pants. I bet I would never have to do any housework, and I hate housework. Plus it would turn me on to have him under my thumb…forever."

"That's all well and good," Julie said, "but there's a really practical matter to be considered."

"What's that?" Leslie asked.

"Well, what about the sex. Real sex I mean. Like, you know, fucking?" Julie asked.

"Julie!" Marie exclaimed in shock.

"No seriously," Julie said. "You have to think about that. I love my brother and all. And I would be thrilled to see him marry a girl who most people would see as being out of his league. But I happen to know, Leslie, that you like hunky guys as much as I do. Hunky, well hung guys," she added for emphasis. "Do you really think my brother could, you know, satisfy you between the sheets?"

"Well, maybe he wouldn't be able to satisfy all my needs," Leslie allowed. "But I've thought about that, and I don't think it would be a problem."

"Why wouldn't that be a problem?" Marie asked.

"Well, I think about it like this," Leslie said. "Now don't get mad at what I'm about to say, Julie," she continued. "But when a woman is married to a guy as submissive as your brother, don't you think she would be free to see other guys, like on the side?"

"You mean marry one guy and fuck other ones?" Marie asked, laughing incredulously.

"Why not?" Leslie replied in all seriousness. "As much as Darryl fears humiliation, we can all see that he's turned on by it. And what would be more humiliating for him than that? I would actually be doing him a favour and showing him my love that way. And it would take pressure off him to know he wouldn't have to satisfy my every need on his own. It would be a win-win."

"Oh my God, Leslie," Julie said, with a laugh, "you really are a slut, aren't you?"

"Like you aren't!" Leslie retorted with a laugh.

Julie shook her head and laughed some more. "You're right. I'm a slut too. And I have to admit I find your idea really hot. That would be so humiliating for my brother."

"But he would never agree," Marie interjected. "No man would."

"Most men wouldn't," Leslie corrected. "But I don't think he's like most men. That's what turns me on about him. He wouldn't really be the man in our relationship. I would wear the pants."

"Would he get to fuck other women if you fucked other men?" Marie asked.

"Of course not," Leslie replied. "In fact," she added with a mischievous smile, "he probably wouldn't even get to fuck me that often."

Julie giggled. "I like your style, girl!"

"So your husband would hardly ever get to have sex with you?" Marie asked incredulously. "Isn't sex part of the point of getting married?"

"Oh, there would be lots and lots of sex," Leslie said. "But with him it wouldn't be the standard kind of sex you're thinking of."

"What other kind is there?" Marie asked.

"Well, obviously I would spank him. A lot," Leslie replied. "That feels kind of like sex to me. And then, I read this in a dirty magazine I found once, but I can fuck him in the ass with a dildo that straps-on around my hips."

"What???" cried out Marie.

"Really?" asked Julie, who as experienced as she was had never heard of that!

"Really," responded Leslie, "just like he's the actual girl. And for orgasms, well, there's always making him go down on me. I would expect him to become an expert at that."

"I've heard about that," said Marie, who was the most sexually inexperienced of the three, "but do guys really, honestly, do that?"

"Yes, they do," Leslie and Julie said simultaneously. "And yes Darryl will," Leslie added, with a smile, amused at her friend's innocence, "or else he'll get a belted bottom!"

"Oh oh, heads up!" Marie suddenly said. "Isn't that Professor Dubois coming our way?"



Leslie and Julie turned around and saw that Professor Dubois was indeed approaching their table. "Hello, Julie," the professor said, when she reached them. "I was told I might find you here. I read the letters from your mother and your brother, and I was wondering if I might have a word with you, about Darryl. In private."

"Sure! But it's okay, we can talk here," Julie said. "These are my friends Leslie and Marie who were mentioned in the letter. They know all about Darryl."

"Ah, so you are the friends who were at the Wright's house yesterday?" The girls nodded. "And is it really true that Mrs. Wright spanked Darryl right in front of you?" The girls all giggled and nodded. "Oh la la," Madame Dubois said. "That must have been something to see."

"Was it ever!" Marie blurted out, making everyone laugh.

Professor Dubois sat down at the table with the three girls who gave her an entertaining account of everything that had happened. "Oh, le pauvre garçon [the poor boy]!" the professor exclaimed at several points in the narrative, but she had to laugh.

Seeing how open and friendly Professor Dubois was, Julie decided to keep going and even share the part about their bargain with Darryl. The older woman could only shake her head and smile at the brazenness of the girls. "It seems that Darryl is a lucky boy, after all," she said.

"Lucky? Do you think so?" Julie asked. "Being at the mercy of three mean girls?"

"Of course," Professor Dubois explained. "As you must realize from everything you have told me, your brother is a masochist with a sexual need to be dominated in humiliating ways. Your brother is lucky to have fallen into the clutches of not just one, but three attractive young women, with a taste for the kind of treatment he craves deep down. But your promise to keep his spanking secret brings me to the point I came to talk to you about."

Professor Dubois then told them of her after class talk with Darryl and explained how the fact of Darryl's embarrassing spanking at home had been "accidentally" revealed to Stacey Morningstar. "So I'm afraid your brother is in for some serious teasing," she concluded.

"Poor Darryl," Marie said sincerely. Then thinking of a selfish angle, she said, "Darn! I guess that ruins our bargain with Darryl. We have no secret to hold over his head now, so he won't have to obey us. And I was so looking forward to spanking him with the hairbrush my mother used to use on me."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that, mademoiselle," Professor Dubois said, smiling at Marie's innocence. "Now that you have the poor boy under your power, you only need to use that power confidently to keep him there. The chain that binds him to you is his own submissive nature, not some flimsy bargain."

Julie, Leslie, and Professor Dubois exchanged knowing looks. Then it was time for all of them to go to their first afternoon classes. "Julie," the professor said before leaving, "your brother is going to get teased for sure. But let me know if Mademoiselle Morningstar takes it too far. If she does, she will have to answer to me."


Running along the riverside path helped Darryl to calm his mind. He pushed himself harder than usual, concentrating on his breathing, temporarily shutting out his fear of the further teasing he was bound to face.  It was so humiliating having what must by now be the whole school know that his Mother still took him over her knee and spanked him on his bare bottom when he was bad. And that she had not hesitated to do it in front of his sister and her two friends!

He was returning to the campus about 10 minutes before the end of the period and was headed towards the athletic complex to change. Mercifully, there was hardly anyone outside.

As he was jogging along the tree lined path between the academic building and the athletic complex, he heard the heavier footfalls of a couple of other runners behind him. Suddenly both of his arms were seized by large, strong hands.

"Hey, what the…" Realizing he had been seized by Stacey's boyfriend and one of his jock buddies, he cried out, "Leave me alone! Let me go!"

"Not so fast, buddy," Marcus said, as they steered him off the path into a little clearing with a garden that was visible from the path but not from the college buildings. Stacey Morningstar and two of her girlfriends were waiting there.

"It's nice that you've come to apologize to me, boy," Stacey smirked.

Darryl struggled to free himself from the grip of his two male captors, but it was no use. They were much stronger.

"Sorry for calling you that," said Darryl, trying to avoid a beating at the hands of Stacey's jock friends, his feelings of impotence and wounded pride overwhelming him. "Now, please let me go!" he begged.

Stacey walked around Darryl, like a cat around a captive mouse, as he struggled ineffectually against the grip of the two guys. "Hardly much of an apology, but I'm nothing if not gracious. I'll accept it. But how about your punishment? What shall I have the boys do to you for your punishment?"

"no.. please Miss..." said Darryl, fearing the worst.

"I've always wanted to give a guy a wedgie," Stacey said, when she was behind Darryl. "Who thinks I should give this pathetic little boy a wedgie for his punishment?"

"Do it!" her girlfriends urged. "Go for it," her boyfriend said, tightening his grip on Darryl's arm.

Darryl tensed as he felt Stacey's fingers slip under the elastic waistband of his shorts from behind to find the waistband of his underwear. He gasped as Stacey suddenly yanked the back waistband of his underwear out above his shorts.

"You're right, Josie," she said to one of her girlfriends, "tighty whitie underwear." She reached around to the front, reached into his pants a bit to grab the underwear material there, and pulled up again hard which squeezed Darryl's balls and cock painfully. Another yank, and he could feel his underwear bunching into his balls and his crack, pressing hard on his perineum.

"Here," said one of her girlfriends, bending down to pick up a handful of loose sand and gravel from the ground, and pouring it down the back and front of Darryl's shorts as Stacey held them out and shook them to get it in deep.

Stacey then put two hands on the backs of his underpants and pulled up as hard as she could.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" said Darryl as his sandy gravelly underwear cut deeply into his bum crack and squeezed his genitals. Tracie started jerking his underpants, up and up and up, to really get that gravelly sand all up there into his private places. Then she continued pulling up, allow him to dance there for their amusement for quite some time before relaxing her grip.

"Ok, ok, you've had your fun," said Darryl. "Let me go now, please! You're hurting me!"

"Oh no," said Stacey icily, "I have not nearly had my fun yet. Remind me, what did you call me back there?" asked Stacey.

"please..." begged Darryl.

"Say it!" demanded Stacey.

"A... a... b... bitch..." whispered Darryl.

"That's right, and you think you're going to get away with just a little dirt wedgie for calling me that?" asked Stacey, rhetorically.

She looked around and saw a tall post with arms supporting a hanging basket of flowers at a height of about 5 feet. "Bring him here," she instructed, walking to the post. She lifted the heavy basket of flowers from the hook at the end of the arm. "This looks like a good place for him to learn his lesson," she said.

"No! No! Please!" begged Darryl as he struggled against the boys' grasp. It was clear that they intended to hang him there by his underwear. And leave him there!

Darryl's two captives had to lift him off the ground so Stacey could hook the waistband of his underpants onto the arm of the flower stand. When they let him down the pressure of his underpants crushed his balls more painfully and tightened even deeper into the crack of his bum. He squeaked and kicked his legs, dancing from tip-toe to tip-toe like a clumsy ballerina, making everyone laugh.

"Let's see if he can get out of that," Stacey said.

Darryl's tippy toes just barely reached the ground when his underwear were stretched almost to the breaking point. The pressure on his perineum and up the crack of his bum was excruciating, and the ball pain was unreal! The sand and gravel cut deeply into his genitals, bumhole and crack. He danced on his tiptoes trying to relieve the pressure and reached around in an effort to unhook his underpants from the hook. It was no use. Because he was already on tippy toes, he couldn't raise himself any higher so as to relieve the tension holding him in place.

"Are you really sorry yet?" Stacey asked, squeezing his chin with her hand and forcing him to look into her mocking eyes.

"Yes! Please let me go!" Darryl cried, tears now forming in his eyes.

"I don't think so, not sorry enough," Stacey said. There was a burst of laughter and applause from her friends as Stacey bent down and slowly dragged Darryl's jogging shorts down his legs. With calm deliberation she lifted one of his feet, then the other, removing his shorts completely. The sudden feeling of cool air on his buttocks told Darryl that with his underwear bunched so tightly into his butt crack, his butt cheeks were fully exposed.

Stacey smirked and brandished Darryl's shorts in front of him like a trophy. "And now," she teased, "you claimed you weren't spanked, let's just inspect shall we. Turn him around, boys," said Stacey to the guys, "let's see the proof". They twisted Darryl around so that his split ass was facing the walkway. His ass was still heavily marked from the previous day's punishment. "I would say that was one nasty spanking you got, judging from the colour," she pronounced. "And it looks like your mommy used the strap on you too, judging by those marks." Darryl shivered as one of her pointed fingernails traced one of the red welts across his bottom.

Stacey took her two hands and pulled his asscheeks wide apart. "Look how deep it is!" she exclaimed, showing off how deeply the stretched material of his underpants cut into his anus. In fact, they could see the brown on either side of his butt hole, neatly bisected at the hole by his stretched tight undies.

Stacey allowed Darryl to swing back around so he could see her gloating. Stacey reached out and grabbed his balls through the tight underpart material and squeezed and rubbed roughly, rubbing the sand, dirt, and gravel into his testicles, which brought a fresh paroxysm of cries and tears. "Good thing you don't have that much 'up front' for those undies to squeeze, or else this might be really painful," she said, referring to the diminutive bulge at the front of his shorts being squeezed mercilessly in her small cool hand.

Stacey bent over and picked up his gym shorts from the ground where she had left them. "Would you like these back?" she asked, twirling the gym shorts in one hand. "Oh my, look at the time," she said. "Two minutes until the end of the period."

Darryl panicked at the mention of the time. He knew that when the period ended in two minutes there would be a flow of people along this path between the athletic building and main building. "Get me down!" he shrieked.

"Oh, I don't think so," Stacey taunted. "I'm a 'bitch'. Remember." She looked around. Then she looked up to the branch of a tree about 3 feet above her head. Smiling wickedly, she tossed Darryl's gym shorts up to the branch were they remained suspended. Even if he managed to free himself from the wedgie holding him in place, retrieving his shorts would be a challenge. "Well, we'd better be getting to class," she said to her friends before they all walked away laughing.

Darryl reached around and tried once again to free his underpants from the hook, but more frantically now. Then he heard the bell, and a moment later he heard voices as people approached from both ends of the path. He closed his eyes, then opened them, hoping he would wake up from this bad dream. But exclamations of surprise and bursts of laughter and giggles told him this was no dream.

Oh my God! Look!

Is that Darryl Wright?

That is one ATOMIC wedgie!

Oh, and look at his bum!

Look at the marks!

You can tell he's been well spanked.

And I bet he deserved it.

Yeah, he cheated on Madame Dubois' test and got the strap there.

And a spanking at home, looks like!

His shorts are up in the tree! Tee hee!

Look how tight his underpants are! That's gotta hurt!

Yeah. You know he called Stacey Morningstar a bitch?

I'll bet she put him there for that.

Passers-by stopped on the path to look and discuss and laugh at his predicament. Some left the path and walked around him to get a look from all sides. A couple of dozen people had gathered by now. Within a few minutes, he realized, there would be many more.

Animated by this thought, in one last desperate effort to free himself, Darryl managed to spring up off his toes in an attempt to reduce the tension on the waistband just enough to free it from the hook. But complete disaster struck now. Losing his balance, he tipped forward so that all purchase with the ground was lost and his underpants were supporting the weight of his entire body. Then there was a loud ripping noise as the cotton of his tighty whities tore free from the elastic waistband. As he dropped almost to his knees, the cotton ripped free of the waistband all the way around.

There was a loud burst of laughter and applause. The waistband of Darryl's underpants was now around his chest, still hooked, and the lower portion was around his knees, leaving him naked from the waist down.

He got to his feet quickly. He was now able to reach around and free himself with the pressure on the waistband relieved. But as he did so, the lower part of his underpants fell all the way to ground. He reached up for his shorts suspended from the tree branch above, but that lifted his t-shirt higher, leaving him even more fully exposed to the eyes of amused onlookers. "Look at his willie!" some girl exclaimed. "It's tiny!" And indeed, his normally diminutive cock looked even smaller, having been so tightly crushed. Utterly humiliated, he bent over and pulled the front of his t-shirt down to cover his genitals, but that still left his bottom fully exposed to the people behind.

Just then Julie, Leslie, and Marie arrived on the scene.

"Darryl Jason Wright!" exclaimed his sister Julie. "Just what in tarnation are you doing without your pants on???"

Darryl cowered, trying to cover his genitals with one hand and his ass with the other.

"It... it... it... was... was... wasn't me!" he finally got out. "It was Stacey Morningstar!" he wailed.

"Oh I see, Stacy Morningstar did this to you?" said Julie incredulously.

"Her and her friends," he cried.

"I know Stacey, she wouldn't have done this to you for no reason. What did you do?" asked his little sister, interrogating him in front of the crowd.

"I... I... I called her a bad name!" said Darryl.

"WHAT EXACTLY did you call her, young man?" asked Julie with an edge to her voice.

"b... b... b...", Darryl could not get out the words.

"BITCH???" asked Julie.

"yes.." admitted Darryl.

"You KNOW you are NEVER to use that word to refer to a woman. EVER!" said Julie

"I know!" said Darryl blushing furiously.

"Apparently not well enough. What did Mom do to you when you once called me that?" pressed Julie.

"no... please..." begged Darryl.

"What did she do to you?" pressed Julie.

"She sp... sp... spanked me!" admitted Darryl, just trying to get this nightmarish naked ordeal over with.

"That's right. Spanked you right in front of me, didn't she? And who did she put in charge of your discipline when she's not here?" asked Julie

"no... please..." begged Darryl.

"She put me in charge." announced Julie. "Clearly the embarrassment of getting spanked in front of me didn't cure you. Looks like we'll have to step it up. Get over here!" With that, Julie walked up to Darryl, grabbed him by his arm, and marched him over to a nearby wooden bench. There she sat and pulled him right across her knee, perfectly positioned for a spanking.

"No! Not here! Please! Not in front of everybody! Please!" pleaded Darryl.

"You know, that's his little sister," said one of the onlookers.

"He's so pathetic. Imagine calling Stacey Morningstar a bitch to her face?"

Julie coolly, grabbed his arm up at the wrist and hammer locked it behind his back. She then hiked him further up her left knee, and swung her right leg over the backs of both of his. Julie was completely conscious of the spectacle she was making of her big brother. With him hiked over so far, the crack of his ass spread and his anus, punished thoroughly from his previous wedgy, came fully into view, as did his ball sac peeking out behind despite his tightly closed legs. She knew that if she was "caught" doing this by the school, she could always claim she was just disciplining her brother, as per her their mother's desires, and maybe just being a bit over-zealous.

With him thus restrained she said, "did you call Stacey that word in front of a group of people?"

"yes," admitted Darryl.

"And did Stacey Morningstar punish you by taking your pants?"

"yes," he said.

"And with a wedgie on that hook there!" added another of the bystanders.

"That explains the dirty mess back here then," said Julie, examining his crack and the backs of his balls, pulling his crack wider to more closely examine his anal entrance while all the onlookers stared intently at the boy's abject humiliation. "Oh my gosh. An actual wedgie?" asked Julie, "And it looks like a sand wedgy, in your little tighty whitie undies? Hanging from the that flower hook, where everybody could see you? You're such a dweeb. Sometimes I'm really embarrassed that I'm even related to you."

"And what's this?" asked Julie, continuing to pull his cheeks apart and examining the damage. "There's a bit of blood," she said as she picked some of the gravel out of his butt and the back of his ballsac. "Did that mean Stacey Morningstar put gravel down your butt before your wedgy?"

"YES!" wailed Darryl, incredibly humiliated to have his cheeks spread in front of the crowd and the damage Tracey and her friends had done so completely visible.

"Well I still think you got off light. A nice little public spanking ought to fix that." And with that Julie began spanking Darryl's bare backside.

The crowd pressed in around them and hooted and hollered at Darryl's spanking.

"You DO NOT call women and ladies 'bitches'," punctuated Julie as she spanked his bare bottom with her hand.

The spanking was mercifully short, and at its end, Julie pushed Darryl off her lap and he fell right into the dirt at her feet. Julie's friend Marie immediately crouched down to shield Darryl's exposed front from view as she helped him to his feet.

"Don't think I'm done with you yet, young man," said Julie. "You are going to be getting the spanking of your lifetime tonight, either from me or from Mom, and learn to never, ever use that hateful word again."

Darryl stood there, crying more in embarrassment than in pain, his full frontal nudity at least shielded by Marie. Meanwhile, the athletic Leslie managed to retrieve Darryl's gym shorts from the tree branch after a couple of leaps.

"Will you never learn?" asked Leslie as she handed Darryl his shorts. Darryl pulled his shorts on as quickly as he could. As he hobble-sprinted awkwardly towards the athletic building to shower off the dirt up his bum and change into his street clothes, his view of the laughing and snickering people he passed was obscured by his tears of shame.



Darryl didn't go to his final class of the afternoon. After getting changed, he hid in a washroom cubicle until all was quiet. Then he left the athletic building and headed for home on foot. The walk would take more than two hours, his butt crack and balls still stinging fiercely from the treatment they had received at the hands of Stacey Morningstar; but he couldn't bear to take the shuttlebus with people who had witnessed or heard about his humiliation. He also knew what awaited him as soon as he got home. His sister and the heavy wooden paddle, no doubt.

When he was part way home, the shuttle bus came to a halt next to him, waiting for a green light. One of Stacey Morningstar's male jock friends slid a window down and awakened Darryl from his reverie by yelling, "Hey, Micro-cock, why aren't you taking the bus?" Darryl looked up in surprise and saw laughing faces looking his way from every window. His eyes fixed momentarily on a laughing girl from his French class who held up her hand, making a gesture with her thumb and index finger which could only be a visual repetition of the insult the boy had yelled. Fortunately, the light changed colour and the bus lurched forward and left him behind.



When Darryl finally got home, he was met at the door by one angry little sister. Julie had arrived home 45 minutes before him, and she was livid that he had indeed been stupid enough to call Stacey Morningstar, of all people, one of the most popular girls in school, the b-word! After her initial feelings of anger towards her brother had worn off, she found the incident arousing, and in her aroused state she had started to anticipate the spanking she was going to give him after school. So she was not happy that he had made her wait.

"Where the hell have you been?" she asked. "Why weren't you on the bus?"

"I couldn't take the bus," Darryl said. "Not after…" He stopped, too embarrassed to continue. "And I can't go to school tomorrow," he added. "Not after everyone saw me…saw my…"

"Don't be silly," Julie scolded. "You can and you will go to school. A little embarrassment never killed anyone. And everyone didn't see. There were only maybe two dozen people there, max."

"But you don't know what it's like," Darryl wailed. "People are calling me…" He broke off again.

"Micro-cock," Julie said, completing the sentence for him. "I know," she added. "I was on the bus. I heard it." Torn between a sisterly impulse to comfort him and a sadistic impulse to enjoy his humiliation, she settled on a middle course. "It's a stupid nickname," she said, "so you should just laugh it off. You don't have a micro cock. That's an actual medical condition, and you don't have it. You have a small cock, but not a micro cock."

Darryl winced at the insult dressed as a compliment. "And everyone knows I got spanked at home, and then actually saw me spanked again at school by you!" Darryl added sulkily.

"I know. And I heard all about Stacey Morningstar's eavesdropping from Madame Dubois, and I know what happened afterwards. Her teasing and the bad way you reacted. I know it's embarrassing, but you're just going to have to live with it. We can talk about that later. But for now you're late for your appointment with the paddle, and you're going to get an extra dose for making me wait."

"No! You're not Mom! You can't just punish me anytime you want!" he said.

"Oh? Is that it? You really want Mom to know what you called Stacey Morningstar at school, in front of all her friends? Besides, big brother, we had a bargain."

"The bargain's off!" yelled Darryl. "everybody at school knows anyways now!" he wailed.

Julie had anticipated this, and she reacted immediately, slapping Darryl hard across the face. As he looked at her wide-eyed with shock, holding a hand to his burning cheek, she tore into him, jabbing a finger at him angrily. "How dare you try to back out of our bargain! Leslie and Marie and I honoured our side of the bargain. We didn't tell anyone what happened yesterday, and it's not our fault that the truth got out. So you are bloody well going to honour the bargain and do as you're told. Do you understand?" When he hesitated, she slapped him again. "I asked you a question! Do you understand?"

"Yes," he replied shakily.

"Yes what?" she asked sternly, raising her hand again.

"Yes, Miss Julie," he replied quickly.

"Good," she said, softening a bit now that he had acquiesced to her authority. "I should probably give you a dose of the strap for your ingratitude, but I know this has been a hard day for you."

"My ingratitude?" Darryl asked. "What do you mean? You spanked me. In front of everybody!"

"Well you deserved that, and this way, Stacey Morningstar will leave you alone. But at least with your spanking you got to hide your little wiener over my lap."

"What?" exclaimed Darryl, incredulous that his sister in any way believed she had saved him embarrassment by hiking his bare butt over her knee, spreading his cheeks to pick gravel out of his butt hole, and then actually spanking him. His little sister, spanking him!

"People would have had a much better view of your little wiener if we'd stood by and made you reach up for your shorts in the tree after your spanking. Miss Leslie did you a big favour by retrieving and handing you your shorts, and Marie provided a screen for you while that was happening and you put them on. Imagine the teasing you'd have had to endure if everybody had gotten more than the glimpse they did at your little package? Then you ran off without so much as a 'thank you, ma'am'. I think Leslie might have let that slide, due to the circumstances, but she wanted to talk to you after school and you were gone. How do you think she must feel about that?"

Darryl's feelings about Miss Leslie came flooding back, and he felt terrible about disappointing her. "I didn't mean to be ungrateful," he said. "I wasn't thinking clearly. She isn't angry with me, is she?"

"Of course she's angry," Julie lied. "Why wouldn't she be? And she felt so kindly disposed toward you after I showed her what you wrote last night."

"You showed her that?" Darryl cried in alarm. "But you promised me you wouldn't!"

"Yeah, well, I broke my promise," Julie replied, "and you're lucky I did because for some reason nobody will ever understand, she thinks you may be boyfriend material."

"She does?" Darryl replied in amazement, forgetting all about this humiliation of Leslie seeing his writings. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Julie replied gruffly, "though for the life of me I can't see why a hot girl like Leslie would go for a geek like you. I just hope you haven't ruined it now," she added, tightening the mental leash around his neck.

"Ruined it?" Darryl squeaked in alarm. "She'll forgive me, won't she?"

"Maybe," Julie replied. "I hope so. You're my brother, so I'd love to see you make a match like that, out of your league. Do you want me to help you patch things up?"

"Yes, Julie, please!" he exclaimed. "I mean, Miss Julie."

"Alright. This is what we'll do," she said. "First I'm going to give you a good hard spanking. Then we're going to phone Miss Leslie. Maybe if you apologize and tell her you have taken a spanking from me, like the good, obedient boy you promised to be for her, she will give you a chance to make things up to her. Do you want to give it a try?"

"Oh, yes, please!" he exclaimed.

Julie led Darryl to the spot in the living room where their mother usually spanked him. The paddle was already placed on the dining room chair that she had set in place. She picked up the paddle and sat down. Her first impulse was to order him to strip completely, thinking that might increase his feeling of vulnerability. But she decided on a whim to take down his pants with her own hands, as a more physical expression of her power over him.

She set the paddle in her lap while she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. As she pulled his pants down, she was momentarily surprised to see he wasn't wearing any underpants. "You go commando now?" she asked, giggling.

"No," he replied blushing. "I forgot to take an extra pair of underwear in my gym bag and my other ones got wrecked."

"Oh, that's right," she said, smiling at the memory of it. "That was embarrassing, wasn't it? I guess Stacey really got you back for calling her a bitch."

"She is a one!" he said angrily. Julie had to laugh at the incongruity of this expression of male pride and indignation from a guy who was standing with his pants around his knees and his boyish erection on display, as he waited to be spanked by his little sister.

"Of course she's a bitch," Julie agreed. "But you do not use that word, ever, and you certainly don't use it in public aimed at the most popular girl in school. I hope you have learned a lesson from this, and about more than just using the b-word, or at least will do after this spanking."

"What lesson?" he asked sulkily.

"Do I really have to explain this? Stacey Morningstar is an alpha female, kind of like me or Leslie. She can be as much of bitch as she likes, but dweebs like you with little dicks don't get to say so." She punctuated her point by flicking the tip of his erection with one finger. "But if it makes you feel any better, the rumour around school is that she takes it up the ass from her boyfriend, Marcus Williams. Now he's a real hunk!"

"But it's not fair," Darryl complained. Julie could see tears shimmering in his eyes at his thought of the injustice of his position in life.

Julie actually had mixed feelings about what Stacey had done to her brother. On the one hand, she admired Stacey's style. Her humiliation of Darryl had been exquisite, and it excited her to think about it. On the other hand, she felt jealous that Stacey had done something she would have liked to do; and she felt protective of her dorky big brother.

"Of course it's not fair," Julie said. "Life isn't fair, so you shouldn't expect it to be. I think you need to have that lesson driven home, so before your French class tomorrow you are going to apologize to Stacey for calling her the b-word."

"What? I apologize to her? You can't be serious!" Darryl protested.

"Oh, I'm serious," Julie said. "And I want you on your knees, literally begging her to forgive you."

"No, please don't make me do that, Miss Julie!" he implored.

"And you will tell her, and anyone else in earshot, that I spanked you for it as well. I do not want to be on Stacey Morningstar's shit-list by association with you. Got it?"

"Please no! It will be too humiliating after what she did, and then after what you did..."

"That's tough," Julie said dismissively. "If it wasn't humiliating, you wouldn't learn from it, would you? Besides, I could make it even more humiliating. How would it be if we phoned Stacey so you could apologize now and she could listen on the phone to me spanking you? She missed the show earlier, you know. Do you want to do that, or are you going to stop arguing and get across my knees."

Darryl quickly draped himself over his sister's lap. Julie had changed into a pair of short shorts on purpose, so she could feel her brother's nakedness with her legs when she took him across her lap. As she maneuvered him into to place, she felt the wetness of pre-cum when the tip of his cock pressed against the skin of her inner thigh. She could feel a corresponding wetness in her panties. "Don't you dare cum on my leg, you little perv," she warned.

"No Miss," he groaned, with his nose ignominiously close to the floor.

She wanted to enjoy the sensation of spanking him by hand first, so she made him hold the paddle while she did that. "Mom really strapped you hard last night. The marks are still visible," she observed, running her hand over his bum, which made him shiver. "And I guess lots of people saw your marks, both when you were dangling there where Stacey put you and when I spanked you."

She took her time spanking him with her bare hand, enjoying the sensation as his bum bounced and warmed under her palm.

"Is this reminding you of the spanking I gave you earlier today, at school, in front of all those people?"

Darryl groaned in recalled embarrassment, but hardened even more across his little sister's sexy lap.

"The way I was holding you, draped way over my one knee like that, everybody could see right in between your cheeks, right into your crack."

Darryl groaned anew.

Julie paused to pull his cheeks apart. "Did you know the skin in there, right up to and over and past your bumhole, it's all red and raw from your wedgie? Did you know that? I bet you can feel it? I'm going to have to put some anti-biotic ointment there after we're done."

"nooooo," muttered Darryl.

She released his cheeks and increased the speed and intensity of the spanking. As she did so, her palm began to burn, but she ignored her own pain so as to impress her brother with how much pain she could deal out with her hand alone. It helped that his bum was still tender from the previous day, and he was soon squirming in evident discomfort, though he was trying hard to be stoic.

Julie paused and ran her hand over Darryl's bum, making him shiver. "Does that hurt?" she asked.

"Yes," Darryl replied, sniffling.

"And that's just with my hand," Julie observed. "I still have to paddle you."

"No, please don't paddle me, Miss Julie," Darryl pleaded, turning his head to look up to his sister. "I'll be good! I promise."

Julie giggled at her brother's promise to "be good". In the excitement of the moment, she couldn't remember the exact pretext for spanking him, and she doubted he could either.

"Why are you laughing?" Darryl asked. His consciousness had been occupied entirely by the pain of the spanking, but Julie's laughter reminded him that it was humiliating too.

"I was just thinking how funny it is that my big brother is bare assed, over my knee, begging me not to paddle him," she said. "There has always been such sibling rivalry between us. You were always so proud, acting like the big man and trying to best me in games or at school. To see you now, it just seems funny that you ever considered yourself my equal."

Stung by his sister's mockery, Darryl felt a sudden impulse to rebel, but just then Julie slipped her hand between his thighs and caressed his cock and balls with her fingertips. Darryl gasped and his rebellion was smothered in a fog of submissiveness.

"What a naughty boy you are," Julie scolded, "having a hard-on like this when you are being spanked by your little sister. Aren't you ashamed?" She didn't bother to mention the corresponding wetness in her panties.

Darryl was, in fact, so deeply shamed by Julie's words that he couldn't respond. Why was he so aroused? So when she told him to hand her the paddle, he obeyed without further complaint, though he did whimper in a way Julie found exciting.

With the paddle, it didn't take Julie long to reduce her brother to sobs. When she finally stopped and eased him back off her lap so that he was kneeling next to her, rubbing his bum as tears streamed down his face, she knew that her dominance over her brother was irrevocable. He had even lost his erection.

As Darryl knelt beside her sniffling, Julie explained what she expected of him. He would do her chores as well as his own from now on. He would always do her share of the chores when their mother was out, so their mother would credit Julie. Whenever they were alone together in the house, he would be naked from the waist down except that he could wear an apron. She took him to the kitchen, dug out the most feminine apron she could find and tied it on. He blushed nicely when she giggled and told him how cute he looked, but he thought better of complaining.

Then she picked up the phone and dialed Leslie's number. When she had Leslie on the phone, she told her that Darryl had something he wanted to say to her and passed him the phone. Darryl's heart pounded and he had butterflies in his stomach. Talking to a girl on the phone would have made him nervous at the best of times, and the knowledge that he had a chance with Leslie only heightened his nervousness. He didn't want to blow it by saying something stupid…or not knowing what to say at all.

"Hello, Miss Leslie," he said shyly, turning towards the wall to hide his face from Julie.

"Hello, Darryl," Leslie said. "What is it you have to say to me?"

Leslie's voice had a hard edge which threw him off balance. He had expected more softness from a girl who supposedly liked him. "Um, I just want to say thank you for helping me today and to apologize for not thanking you at the time."

"Uh huhn," Leslie said in an unimpressed tone. "Anything else?"

He hadn't expected Leslie to be so distant and unresponsive. He didn't know what to say, and in a desperate effort to fill the silence, he blurted out, "Julie spanked me. I mean, Miss Julie spanked me, and it really hurt." Darryl felt mortified by his own words, even as he spoke them. He sounded to himself like a four year old talking to his mommy. Julie's giggles didn't help. And he could now hear Miss Leslie giggling on the other end of the line. What an idiot he was!

"Did she take you over her knee and bare your bum?" Leslie asked.

Though the question shamed him, Darryl was relieved she had given him something to respond to. "Yes, Miss Leslie," he replied shyly. When Leslie let him hang again, he rushed to fill the silence: "She spanked me with her hand, then she paddled me."

"And did you cry?" Leslie asked.

"Yes, Miss Leslie," he replied blushing. "It really hurt. Especially the paddle."

"I'm glad it hurt," Leslie said sternly. "You were a thoughtless, ungrateful boy today. We looked for you after school. Do you know that?"

"Yes, Miss Leslie," he replied sadly. "Miss Julie told me."

"Did she tell you that she showed me the pages you wrote last night?" Leslie asked.

"Yes, Miss Leslie," he replied, his blush deepening. "I'm sorry. I mean I hope you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind," she said. "I think it was sweet. Do you really want to be a good, obedient boy for me?"

"Yes," he replied breathlessly. "I do."

"Did Miss Julie also tell you that I know how naughty you were last night after I left?"

"Naughty?" Darryl asked, momentarily mystified. Then he remembered the incriminating cum encrusted tissues. "Oh, that!" he groaned.

"Yes, that!" Leslie continued, suppressing a giggle and trying her best to sound stern. "Do you have any idea how disrespectful it is to use a girl in a masturbation fantasy without her permission?"

"I'm so sorry!" Darryl cried, utterly mortified.

"You should be!" she scolded. "I expect better of any guy who expects to be my boyfriend. Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Oh, yes!" Darryl replied. "More than anything."

"Well, in that case, you're going to have to get your dirty habit under control," Leslie said, slipping her own hand down the front of her panties. "That means no cumming without permission. I don't want you even to touch your little cock without permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Leslie. I'll try," he promised.

"Good," she replied. "If you are going to be my boyfriend, your little cock will belong to me. That means you will need my permission to masturbate. And if you feel a real need to do it when I am not there, you will ask your sister's permission, and you will only do it under her supervision, and only while looking at a picture of me. Understood?"

"Yes, Miss Leslie," he replied meekly.

"Julie has a nice one where we're posing together in our bikinis. Eyes on me, buster!"

"Oh, yes, Miss Leslie, thank you so much, Miss Leslie"

"Good, now pass the phone back to Julie so I can explain our agreement to her."

Darryl listened red-faced to Julie's side of the conversation with Leslie.

-- Oh my God, you are awesome!

-- With my permission! He he. I like that!

-- And supervision! That's even better!

-- That bikini photo. Got it. He should like that!

-- Yeah, I'll have to keep a close eye on him. I think I'll make a rule that he's not allowed to close his bedroom door. That will help.

-- I'm looking forward to the weekend too. We're going to have so much fun!

-- Okay, girlfriend. See you tomorrow. Bye.

Julie hung up the phone and turned her attention back to Darryl. "Lift the front of your apron," she commanded. "Just as I thought," she said, when he blushingly complied. "Your little wiener is hard again. You are incorrigible," she laughed. "But don't you dare touch it without my permission! Now get going on your chores. The first thing you can do is run me a bath. I want it to be 112 degrees Fahrenheit. Use the thermometer in the medicine cabinet to get it right. If you do a good job on your chores, I may supervise an orgasm for you before bed."

Darryl raced upstairs to draw his little sister's bath.



"Is my bath ready yet?" yelled Julie impatiently up the stair.

"Almost Miss Julie!" yelled Darryl down the stairs. Just trying to get the temperature just right!"

"It better be just right," grumbled Julie under her breath.

She mounted the stairs, went to her room, undressed, and put on nothing but a fluffy white bathrobe. She then walked into the bathroom where Darryl was still diddling with the thermometer and the hot and cold water.

"What's it at?" asked Julie.

"112.5 Miss Julie, I'm trying to get it just right."

"What a dork you are. It's close enough, Darryl. Duh!"

Julie then went to the medicine cabinet and got out a tube of Polysporin anti-bacterial ointment. "Bend over," she said. Darryl obeyed, his ass peaking out the back of his frilly apron. Julie applied the ointment liberally to her brother's ass crack, testicles, and hole. She fnished up and had him stand. "All better?" she asked.

"Yes Miss, thank you Miss," said Darryl blushing fiercely as his erection pulsed strongly.

Darryl expected he would now be banished from the bathroom as Julie took her bath, so the next thing that happenned surprised him utterly.

Julie dropped her robe to the floor, rendering herself completely naked in Darryl's presence. Darryl's eyes practically bugged out of his head at the sight of his totally gorgeous, fully nude sister!

"Put your eyes back into your head," said Julie. "You can scrub my back with the loofa."

Julie lowered herself into the water as her brother looked on in a mixture of male lust and brotherly embarrassment.

"Soap me up," said Julie. Darryl picked up the bar of soap and approached the tub. "And watch where your hands go, mister!" Julie added as she stood up in the tub.

Darryl gingerly soaped up all the parts of her he believed he was allowed, while gawking at all those place on her body he was not!

"My tits get sweaty too," said Julie. Darryl gingerly applied the soap to his little sister's sleek bare breasts.  After he had made a pass at it, she added, "my butt too!". He started in on her trim, athletic, ass cheeks. "Get in between them," she commanded. Darryl slid the soap up between her cheeks and soaped her bottom hole.

By now, the only place he had not soaped was her pussy. He did not know if he should or not. "Um... Miss Julie, should I, um, you know, ... um"

"Soap my pussy?" asked Julie. Darryl nodded his head in agreement at the question. "No! What kind of perv are you? Wanting to touch your little sister's pussy? OMG Darryl! Hand me the soap."

Darryl handed Julie the soap and she then slowly and sensuously soaped up her pussy, moaning as she ran her hands through her engorged lips.

"Here catch," said Julie as she tossed the soap over to Darryl, who, true to form, fumbled it onto the floor.

Julie dipped herself into the tub and rinsed off the soap. She then handed Darryl the loofa and told him to rub the skin on her back with it. Darryl sat there on the side of the tub, doing as he was told.

Julie then emerged from the bath, and hopped over to the separate shower. "Rinse me," she told her brother, handing him the spritzer. Darryl was extremely conscious of turning on the water away from his sister and testing it for the right temperature. He then sprayed her gently as she rinsed the soap all off of herself. "You'll be happy to know I only have to wash my hair tomorrow," said Julie, alluding to her friend Leslie's earlier brush off of her brother, which earned her a blush from Darryl.

"Dry me," she said, as she stepped out of the shower. Darryl grabbed a towel and began drying his sister from the top down, winding up on his knees drying her cute little feet. On the way, he gently swiped at his sister's pussy with the towel, but she did not take him to task for it. At one point, his face was only inches from her sex. He had had a hard erection the entire time since the ointment application and the robe dropping. Darryl picked up Julie's robe and helped her on with it. "Good boy," she praised him.

"Now come to my room with me, I need to teach you something. Something really important," said Julie.

Darryl followed his little sister like a puppy dog to her room. Julie dropped her robe and hopped up onto her bed, leaning with her back against the headboard, her knees bent, and her legs spread.

"Get over here," she told Darryl. Darryl was incredibly unsure as to what what going on.

"We're not going to have sex, if that's what you think! Gross! Now get up on the bed. Good. now kneel down and put your head right here, in front of me," said Julie, pointing to a spot just in front of her pussy. Darryl complied and did as he was told.

"You know that Miss Leslie considers you possible boyfriend material?"

"I hope so, with my everything..." said Darryl.

"Well, it won't last very long if you're as pathetic in the sack as I know you will be."

That stung Darryl. He had had next to no experience whatsoever with girls, much less girls in bed. Julie, despite being a year younger, had plenty of experience, and much of it with much older men, her Mom would be horrified to know.

"I need to teach you a few basic things. I know that Miss Leslie loves oral. And let's face it, you don't have much of a cock, so you better learn to use your tongue properly. You do know what oral is, don't you?" Darryl looked horrified. "Oh My God, you actually don't!" exclaimed Julie. "It's when a boy puts his face into a girl's pussy and licks it properly. You get that?"

Darryl nodded mutely.

"Now I don't want it to be a disaster the first time Miss Leslie makes you do it, so I want you to practice on me first."

Darryl again looked horrified.

"Ewww! It's not SEX! It's instruction, and you better treat it that way," said Julie sternly.

"Now first look," said Julie. She gave the names of all the parts of her pussy as she showed them to him. The outer lips, the inner lips, the vaginal passage, the clitoral hood, the clitoris itself. She explained how a girl likes to be touched and nibbled and licked on all those places, and when and how during oral sex. She put a finger inside herself and touched her G-spot, explaining that to her ignorant big brother as well, telling him that she sometimes liked when a man touched her in there as she was almost ready to cum.

"Action time, big brother," giggled Julie as she grabbed the back of his head and guided his mouth towards her pussy.

Darryl honestly did not know what to make of any of this. He was more than shocked and yet he could not resist being drawn into his little sister's hot sweet cunt. Julie explained to him how to do it, where to lick and nibble, when to intensify, and how and when to use his fingers.

"Final exam time, big brother," said Julie as she pulled him into her pussy and told him to start as if it was from the beginning, and this time to finish her off.

Darryl tried applying all the knowledge he had so quickly gained, and did a pretty good job of it. After about five minutes of some quite sensitive licking, Julie arched her back, pulled his head tighter into her cunt, and had the first orgasm her brother had ever handed out.

"That was really not bad," said Julie. "If you know what's good for you, you DO NOT tell Miss Leslie where you learned that, understood? That is our little secret."

"Thank you, Julie. I mean Miss Julie. Thank you so much!" said Darryl, genuinely grateful that his little sister had taken the no doubt uncomfortable for her trouble to instruct him so as to have a better chance with his dreamboat girl, Leslie.

"Will there be another lesson some other time, on, you know, other things?" asked Darryl, eager to press his advantage.

"You mean fucking? No! There will not be a lesson on fucking, perv. Besides, you won't be needing to know that very much at all. I don't think Leslie has any plans for you that way. If she does ever, it will be her on top, riding you, little man."

"Yes, Miss," said Darryl dejectedly.

"But don't be sad," said Julie, "you really do have a natural talent with that tongue of yours!"

"I do?" asked Darryl.

"You absolutely do," answered Julie. "You'll make some girl, hopefully Leslie, a very nice little pussy licker."

"Now," continued Julie, "let's see what all the exciting squirming is about. Roll over, let's see you."

Darryl rolled over. He was still wearing his apron, but tenting it obscenely with his erection. Julie took the hem of the apron delicately, and lifted it up and above his hard little twitchy cock.

"Oh My Gosh!" exclaimed Julie, "Did you actually get, turned on, by licking your little sister's pussy?"

Darryl groaned.

"Bad, bad, boy!" said Julie with a laugh in her voice as she spanked his erection.

"I'm just teasing," she continued. "Little wee willie here can't tell the difference between his sister's pussy and any other girls' pussy!"

Julie then leaned over his cock and spat on it. Darryl was very confused until she took her hand and slid it down the spit-slickened shaft. She rubbed it a few times and then lowered her head down, engulfing her brother's penis in her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times, and sucked and sloberred on it, and and then came up for air.

"That's what it feels like for a girl to go down on you," said Julie. "Do you like it?"

Darryl blushed and moaned and said... 'yes Miss Julie" breathlessly.

Julie continued her ministrations, fully intending to get him off from his first ever blow job. Julie was skilled at blow jobs, and enjoyed giving them.

Unfortunately, all of a sudden they heard the front door open and their Mom yell out "Kids! I'm home!"

Julie immediately stopped what she was doing, giggled, and told Darryl to run to his room. And fast! He still had the frilly apron on. That would be hard to explain! She took it off him hurriedly, and then sent him running to his room. She quickly put her robe on, and sat at her desk pretending to study.

Darryl ran naked from Julie's room, past the bathroom, and towards his own room. However just as he reached his room his Mom's head appeared coming up the steps.

"Darryl!" she yelled at him. "What in heaven's name are you doing running around the house butt naked?"

Darryl froze like a dear in the headlights of his Mother's gaze. He saw her eyes drop to his hard slick penis. Without considering the consequences he dove the remaining steps into his room and slammed the door shut.

"What's going on?" asked Julie, coming out of her room in her bathrobe.

"It's your brother, streaking butt naked through the hallway," said Mrs. Wright.

"He must have been in the bathroom taking a shower. Look what a mess he left it in," said Julie. "But was he really streaking? What if I would have seen him? Ewwww!"

"And that's not the whole story..." said Mrs. Wright as she stormed to Darryl's room and flung the door wide, Julie peaking behind her.



Darryl was so freaked out by his mother catching him naked, with a wet raging hard-on no less, that he did not know what to do when he got to his room. He started fumbling around nervously with his clothes, trying to untangle his pants from his underpants from yesterday's laundry. He had just succeeded in freeing his underpants and was stepping into them when his Mom flung the door open, catching him still bare assed with his undies around his knees.

"What is the meaning of running around naked in the hallway, where your little sister might even have seen you!?!"

Darryl spun around and his hands shot towards his now withered cock, covering it with his hands as the underpants dropped to the floor in a puddle around his ankles. He immediately noted in his mind the multiple ironies of the situation, including the fact that by virtue of leaving his door wide open with Julie immediately behind her, his Mom had ensured that his sister could see him anyways!

"I'm sorry Mom," was all he could think to say at first. He felt he needed more, though. "I had just gotten undressed and couldn't find my robe..."

"Your robe is right there," said his Mom, pointing at it, "right where it always is."

"Oh, yeah, I just found it and put it there..." lied Darryl.

"Are you lying to me, young man?" asked Mrs. Wright pointedly.

"No Ma'am," said Darryl.

His Mom let that one go, pursuing a more significant issue. "And what about the state of your penis, young man?" inquired his mother.

"What? Nothing!" said Darryl as he removed his hands from his cock to show his mother (and Julie behind her) that he was indeed completely shriveled in fear and mortification.

"Not now," pressed his Mother, "in the hallway, earlier. Were you playing with yourself?" she asked pointedly.

"No Mom, honest, it just always does that sometimes!" said Darryl.

"I think you're lying to me. Come with me," said Mrs. Wright, stepping into his room, grabbing Darryl by the ear, and taking him out of his room, down the stairs, and towards the living room. Along the way Darryl stumbled out of his underpants and was now completely nude.

"No Mom, please! Not downstairs! Please!" begged Darryl.

"You know where spankings are given in this household, young man," said his mother.

"Not a spanking! Please no! please! I couldn't take it!"

But it was fruitless. Once a spanking was declared by Mrs. Wright, it was inexorably carried out, to the fullest extent possible, with zero allowances made for any previous spankings the culprit may still be recovering from.

And so Darryl was brought down, stark naked, for his third severe spanking in just two days, Julie in tow. Mrs. Wright arranged the spanking chair in its usual location, stood Darryl to its right, and went to fetch the spanking paddle from the cupboard where she kept it. Fortunately, Julie had meticulously returned it to exactly its correct spot earlier that day. She returned with it, sat imperiously on the spanking chair, and brought Darryl down across her lap.

Darryl's ass was still marked and reddened from his earlier paddling that day. Julie thought she better say something, "wow Mom, look at his bum, it's still red from yesterday!"

"Mmmf!" said Mrs. Wright, unimpressed, thinking Julie was trying to help her brother avoid or at least lessen the spanking he had earned today.

Mrs. Wright then proceeded to scold Darryl while he was across her knee: "This spanking is for streaking in the hallway, lying to me about the reasons, and masturbating God knows where in the house! If you must do that, it stays in your room, mister. In your room," she emphasized.

She then lifted the paddle and began spanking the living bejesus out of poor Darryl! Due to his pre-tenderized rump, this paddling was particularly painful, and had him yelping, screaming, wriggling, and begging from almost the first stroke of the paddle, until the very last, 200 paddle strokes later. The tears were flowing copiously down his cheeks for a large part of the spanking, and did not let up while he was put back on his feet and marched into the living room corner with his hands on his head to perform one full hour of bare naked timeout in the most public room of the house.

"You like streaking around the house nude, well I hope you're getting your fill now, young man. From now on, you KEEP IT IN YOUR ROOM!" she said, punctuating each word with a hard swat to his backside.


Half an hour later, his tears had subsided but he was still standing there, bare as a bunny, in his corner, his recently spanked red bum showing, his hands on his head.

Julie came up to him with their Mom in the other room, watching TV. She had some more Polysporin lotion with her. As she applied it anew between his cheeks she whispered in his ear. "Thanks for taking the fall for that, big bro, and not ratting on me. I tried a bit to get you off lighter, but you know Mom."

"It's ok, sis," said Darryl.

"Did you at least have fun anyways giving me my bath, and learning about that stuff later in my bedroom?" she asked, giggling, while massaging the cream into his sore crack and bum.

"Oh yes, Miss," answered Darryl truthfully.

She reached her hand around and stroked his penis and balls with the ointment, "and I owe you a blowie now."

Darryl groaned as his penis began springing to life again.

"Please Miss Julie... please don't touch me there... after what just happened, if Mom sees it hard, she'll get the razor strop out! Please!" begged Darryl, soto-voce.

"Oh ok," said Julie with a giggle. "I guess I got you into enough trouble for one night. G'night Darryl," said Julie, standing on her tip toes to give her big brother a sisterly peck on his cheek.

[continued in The Bargain (Chapter 4)]