Unwanted GuestA correspondent sent me some stories about how he was treated by his aunt as a boy and I put them together into a fictional story. Hope you all find it interesting.
Mark had three cousins, all girls, one a year younger, the others two years and four years older. His aunt was the opposite of his mother, a big woman, not fat but big boned, very plain as were his cousins, and certainly not the type of woman you argued with. After he had been living there a while, he began to think she was a little crazy.
When his parents divorced, his mother got custody but after a few months found her son a burden and sent him to live with his Aunt Marge and his cousins who lived in a small town on the coast. As soon as he arrived, it was made plain to him that his aunt and cousins weren’t pleased to see him at all. He was an unwelcome guest and a boy at that in a household that was for most of the week run by and for girls and women.
Fairly small for his age, he was pale, weedy and painfully shy.
The second week he was there, his younger cousin Brenda turned nine and Mark had to attend the party. Wishing he could be playing outside, maybe tossing a football around or something, he concealed his boredom as best he could. He really didn’t want to be in a party with twelve or so silly girls.
“You will, though,” said his aunt, “or I’ll know the reason why. Show your cousin some courtesy, boy. Or do you think you’re too good for us?”
When Brenda cut the cake, she only cut twelve pieces, and when Mark reached for one of them, Molly, who was Brenda’s best friend, said “That’s mine” and gave him a push. Mark shoved her back and she tripped and fell, striking her head on the table leg.
His aunt saw and dragged him into the kitchen. She pointed her finger at him and said, “I told your mother I wasn’t going to be soft on you and that’s one thing you’ll find out here, my boy. No way are you going to ruin your cousin’s birthday party. A good spanking will teach you some manners.”
Before Mark could react, she unbuttoned his shorts and jerked them down with his underclothes leaving him naked below the waist. He had never been spanked before and stood there shivering and beginning to snivel. She then yanked his T-shirt up and tied a knot in one corner to keep it from falling back and positioned him so he was standing sideways to her. With a shock that made him flush all over his body, Mark realized that she had left the kitchen door wide open and that a small bunch of the girls had come out of the party room and were standing looking down the corridor at him. He was stark naked from the waist down and they were giggling and whispering to each other.
Terribly ashamed he whimpered, “Everyone can see me!”
“D’ you think I care a fart? You should have thought of that earlier, boyo.”
And she started spanking him good and hard on his bare bottom, full-armed swings that smacked and echoed in the kitchen. The spanks stung and Mark jumped around, his long, thin penis bobbing up and down with each smack. Attracted by his crying, more and more of the girls came out to watch, and they all stood giggling, laughing and talking about his punishment. Of course he started to cry fit to burst, which made them giggle and mock even more! Aunt Marge was holding on to his arm and really reddening his behind. And his aunt kept him in a position where they saw everything and he couldn’t even move round to hide his front. He was in a fine state when she’d done, tears streaming down his face, feeling utter shame and humiliation.
But when she had finished, to his shock, she pulled his trousers and under shorts off his feet, held him by the shoulders and pushed him down the corridor towards the girls. He was crying and wailing more at the shame than the spanking, trying to get back to the kitchen, but no match for her determination and strength.
The group of girls moved apart. Aunt Marge said, “I’m going to put Mark to bed now” as though he was three not a ten-year-old. She was still holding his shoulders and forcing him to stand right in front of all these giggling 9-year-old girls and his two older cousins, his bare bottom blazing, his shirt tucked up to expose everything and just his socks and sandals on.
The girls were delighted, giggling like crazy.
His aunt said, “You can say sorry to Brenda for a start or maybe you want to go back for some more” and through his tears he did so, apologizing to a grinning Brenda who was looking at his privates not his face!
One of the girls said, “I can see Mark’s thing, Mrs. Charles” and they all burst out laughing with childish glee. His aunt looked down over his shoulder and said, “That’s because he’s a naughty boy, aren’t you, Mark?” Knowing she was in charge, he whimpered yes. Then she pushed him up the stairs and called to Jean to look after things till she was back. He was still sobbing fit to burst knowing that every one of the girls had seen his penis and his spanking.
She put him in his bedroom, told him to put his pajamas on and that she would be back to check in ten minutes.
Of course the next day his cousins took every opportunity to tease him.
They told their friends that their mother spanked Mark bare and, most importantly, they got to watch.
“We saw his thing and it has such a funny shape and bounced up and down when Mum spanked him. And he got a stiffie, too,” said Jean.
“What’s a stiffie?”
“It’s when a boy’s thing swells up big and sticks straight out.”
“Why does it do that?”
“Because he likes it, dummy.”
“I sure wish we’d seen it.”
“And he’s a cry baby, too, wah wah wah.”
Martin said, ‘Don’t be such a cowardy-custard. If we sit under the mesh stairs, we could look up the girls’ skirts.’ Martin was the brother of one of Mark’s cousin Jean’s friends, a sandy haired boy slightly younger than him. Whilst Mark was quite shy, Martin was the opposite, very spirited and always getting into trouble.
They were in the back lot of Morley’s Market and the mesh stairs Martin was talking about led up to the main floor and were convenient for shopping mothers parking in the lot. What the boys were after, though, was the daughters of school age with their short summer dresses and pretty white and pink and blue panties. The two boys sat there for half an hour and saw the glimpses of panties, giggling and nudging each other. For a while it was panty heaven that day but the bit of Martin’s plan that didn’t work was that the boys could be seen too, and after about ten minutes or so they heard someone come down the steps and say ‘I know what you naughty boys are doing, come here!’
It was this older woman Mark didn’t recognize but she knew Martin all right and she dragged them both out by their arms and started telling them off for looking up girls’ skirts.
Martin prayed that would be the end of it but, worse luck, from the corner of his eye he could see Martin’s mother, his Aunt Marge, his cousins and Martin’s two elder sisters coming out of the big shoe store across the way and then walking over to them. The older woman told them what she’d seen, they thanked her and the group all began walking to the corner of the parking lot behind the trunk of a large car.
Aunt Marge seemed particularly annoyed and called them both ‘sneaky’ and ‘nasty and untrustworthy’. Then the dreaded word was saidshe thought they needed a spanking. Martin’s mother was quick to agree and Martin got it first. He was a spirited boy and complained (poor Mark didn’t say a word) but it was to no use and his shorts were pulled down. Mark expected his under shorts would be next but instead but no, his spanking was not bare although he looked very embarrassed. His mother gave him about twenty sharp whacks. After the spanking he stood up and Aunt Marge, who was standing next to the girls, pointed at the stains on front of his white under shorts.
“Don’t you even know how to keep your underwear clean?” she asked? Martin went bright pink, even more embarrassed than before;if that was possible. Aunt Marge walked over and pulled the front of his shorts away, so everyone could see his short stubby penis. She told him he was dirty and that such things could be avoided. The girls were laughing at him and he was shouting and finally grabbed the front of his under shorts back from Mark’s aunt and shuffled to the other side away from her. If past events were anything to go by, Mark knew that the girls would laugh even harder when he was exposed for his punishment.
Mark was next and Aunt Marge pulled him to her side and unbuttoned his shorts. “Right young man, let’s take these down”.
She shook her head grimly. “When I said I'd look after you, I had no idea, that's no idea, that I was taking on such a naughty, such a spiteful, such an unpleasant little boy,” she said. As Mark began to snivel, she said, “And these can come down too,” tugging his under shorts down to his ankles in front of everyone. There was no hiding;the five girls, Martin and his mother and Aunt Marge could all look at his penis and bare bottom! As Mark stood there, writhing with embarrassment and shame and all his private parts hanging out in plain view, she sneered, “I want you to remember this good and proper.” Martin’s mother said ‘Do you always do that, Marge?’
Marge laughed. ‘Punishment has no effect with boys otherwise.’
It was not a very private spot. Sure, the large car in front hid most of it from view, but other women were walking back to their cars and surely could see the proceedings.
Mark started to cry and she laughed again and said, “Sure, it’s doing some good; he’s getting the message. You can wail and shout as much as you like but it don't make any difference.” The girls pressed in close, staring boldly. ‘Oh, my, look at that,’ Aunt Marge said in a mock caring voice. ‘We’ve got a cry baby. Why you crying, Mark? You got a problem, young man? You didn't like that too much, ho? He’s not a brave fighter after all, we just got ourselves a bare stupid little boy. You just stand there a minute, young man, and let it all sink in.’
Bawling already, Mark was trying to cover his penis and she said, ‘Nobody cares about that thing’ and pulled his T-shirt off so he was naked except for his shorts round his ankles and she said, ‘Hey, that's a fine figure of a man!' As Mark was about 11 at the time, they all knew she meant the opposite.
Aunt Marge was wearing a knee length skirt and as she sat down on a large metal container that was at the side of the lot she hitched her skirt up to hold her legs steady, revealing her long pink knickers, her bare thigh and the top of her stockings. Mark looked down feeling shocked, but he only had a second to see as she pulled him over her knee.
She then began spanking him and telling him off and also talking to the girls who were giggling and talking about him. His penis was between his Aunt’s bare thigh and the top of her stocking and this, coupled with the action of the spanking and, it should be said, the shame made him begin to get hard.
It was a terrible sensation. As usual Mark began to cry and feel the pain of the humiliation. The spanking, bare in front of the women and girls and now an erection which he knew was very shameful in front of a small female audience.
In the end he was pushed to his feet and with his shorts still round his ankles and the T-shirt too short to cover him, he was told off in no uncertain terms, his long thin 11-year-old penis standing to attention in all its glory for everyone to see! Of course he was crying fit to burst as usual and feeling as small as can be. He couldn’t imagine how he was going to live down the teasing that would result.
In the end Mark was told to pull his shorts up, to get in the car and Aunt Marge didn’t want to hear one peep from him for the rest of the day. Martin and he were silent ; they had learned their lesson and Mark was still snuffling and sobbing with his tender bottom and the knife point of humiliation.
In the back of the car he was crammed in between his cousins and Brenda sad, “Was that a stiffie, Jean?”
“Sure it was, dummie.”
“Do you think he has one now?”
Jean shrugged. “Take a look
Of course the teasing was terrible; Jean told the girls exactly what his hard penis was about and wouldn’t let him forget they had seen him with his winkie sticking straight up. They would giggle together and say ‘When my mom spanks Mark, she takes his undershorts down in front of us’ and would tell them what they had seen and how silly he looked with his shorts down and his bottom out and red. They would just repeat the same stuff again and again until they knew he was really ashamed: ‘When my mom spanks Mark, we can see his winkie (they had a range of silly names for his parts like that), his winkie goes flip flop, flip flop’. Then they would spend time just shouting ‘Flip flop, flip flop, Mark’s winkie goes flip flop flip flop’.
In the street they would always call him cry baby in a sing song voice too, gathering in a big group and saying ‘Mark had a spanking today, mom took his undershorts down, didn't she, Mark’ and then some girl would say ‘Your mom took Mark’s undershorts down in front of you?’ and then Jean would say ‘That’s right, huh, Mark?’ and he would go red and have to agree and then they would all collapse in giggles at the thought of it. He didn't want a soul to know and suddenly they did and they would look at him kind of strange because now they knew.
It had been decided they would all go and visit an old woman from his aunt’s church who lived on the other side of town. There were his cousins, about five of their friends aged between ten and fifteen, his aunt and two of her friends and 3-year-old Derek. The day was hot and by the time they arrived Mark was feeling cross as a pickle.
The woman showed them into the back garden where there were lawn chairs. As soon as they arrived, the girls disappeared and before long they all came running out wearing swimming costumes. At the end of the garden was a small pool and off they ran. “Nobody told me to bring my bathers,” said Mark but Aunt Marge shrugged her shoulders and said, ‘Too bad’.
Derek’s mother ******** off his nappy, shorts and T-shirt and he was given to one of the girls to look after. Mark was in an even worse mood now and continued to complain. He wanted to go in the pool, he was too hot, he would have brought his bathers if someone had told him.
Suddenly his Aunt said, ‘I’ve had enough of your whinging, you can go in the pool’. And she came over and started to pull off his T-shirt. Before Mark knew what was happening, she had pulled off his sandals and socks.
‘Maybe he can wear his under shorts, Marge’, the old lady said, but in seconds his aunt had pulled down his shorts and underwear and he was completely naked standing in the garden in front of them all, cheeks bright, bright red at the situation he was in.
All his aunt’s friends were laughing. She sat down, dragged him over her lap and gave him a spanking on his bare bottom for making a fuss. He was crying out (she spanked hard, slaps everywhere till the whole of his bottom was painful red) and the girls ran out of the pool to look. He started crying, as he always did, and she pushed him up and told him to go to the pool and shut up. So off he ran thinking the water would cover him, surrounded by the girls who were teasing him about his nudity, his spanking and worst of all for crying and sobbing fit to burst in front of them all.
The water didn’t cover him at all, and the girls basically had a free look at his spanked bottom and private parts. He was rescued by the old lady, who came down and found him a pair of her husband’s bathers to put on. But since they were huge and his penis and bottom were still on full view through the big leg openings, they failed to save his shame and blushes.
Mark was thirteen at the time and it was in the final year he stayed with Aunt Marge and her family.
He always had a long thin penis which became thicker as he grew up and by thirteen he had a few sparse hairs on each side and his testicles had dropped quite low.
Susan, the same age as Mark but a real tomboy, was the older sister of his cousins’ friends but she went to a special school that she stayed at because she had difficulty with lessons and stuff. She was a simple girl and he was her only friend when she returned home. The girls didn’t like her, they called her names and teased her, but Mark liked to play with her as she was fun, not like the other girls. She had fair hair down to her shoulders and on this occasion it was tied into two untidy braids. All summer she wore shorts.
They went down to the river and played some time, but when they came back, Aunt Marge was furious as they had to go out and now they were late. But late or not, she still found some time to give a spanking,
They were at Susan’s house, his Aunt Marge on one chair, two of his cousins and their two friends sitting on a long banquette, and Susan’s Mom, who Mark had been told to call Aunt Myrell, on a love seat facing. Unlike Aunt Marge, Aunt Myrell had teased up kind of hair.
Susan was called over first to Aunt Myrell (her Mom) and she was given a good telling off. They were all told she was going to get a good spanking on her bare rear. The girls started to giggle, they bounced up and down like a movie was about to begin. Mark was transfixed as Susan’s shorts were taken down by her Mom and then her white cotton panties were tugged down over her socks to her ankles. He had never really seen a girl’s vagina or rear before (at least one who was his own age and to really be allowed to look at) and absolutely nothing was hidden from view. Susan wasn’t a little kid but a 13-year-old girl and he was getting to see it all. She was very white-skinned and had no hair round her vagina at all (how he did look!). Susan looked terrible; as red as a beet, she had that look when humiliation takes hold.
Aunt Myrell moved round behind and Susan was pushed over her knee, her hands resting on the rug. Then Aunt Myrell started with a rhythm and some force, her hand spanking all over Susan’s plump rear. Mark saw her bottom getting red, and as she struggled, to his shock her loose blouse suddenly fell forward over her head which was on the floor and he could see her tiny breasts. In mingled shame and excitement, he began to get hard, unable to control himself. He was too young to know quite what he was thinking, but Susan naked and getting a good spanking triggered something. She was crying out, “No mommy, no mommy,” and his penis was pushing out his shorts.
Susan started crying and the girls started laughing. They were mean and spiteful to him and to Susan. There was no feeling they were too old or anything for this public display, they had been naughty and that’s what they deserved. After the spanking, Susan was pulled up and stood in front of everyone. Her hands started rubbing her red sore rear, but what most caught Mark’s attention was that she was rubbing her vagina with her hands. No one stopped her, she just rubbed herself as Aunt Marge and Myrell told her off. She was in tears and rubbing both front and back. The girls were making comments, nasty spiteful stuff to tease her and they were enjoying it all no doubt at all.
Then it was his turn. Susan was put to standing opposite him and Aunt Marge came over and down came his shorts and under shorts. The girls were on the bench to the left. It was obvious he had an erection but it didn’t make any difference. Nothing was said and Aunt Marge got behind him and started blistering his rear with his erection bouncing around like a flagpole in the breeze in front of the assembled company! One of the girls said ‘What happened to Mark?’ and Aunt Myrell said dismissively like it was no big deal, ‘He’s just got too big for his britches’.
Of course he started to cry fit to burst not that it stopped anything. Aunt Marge always finished in her own time. She told him, ‘Three or thirteen, you’re going to get a good thrashing on your bare rear. My younger brothers got spankings, buck naked, in front of me when they were sixteen so don’t think you’re wiggling out of it.’
When she finished, she pulled his shorts off his legs and just in his sandals and socks and t-shirt he was pushed hard and fast to the side of a large glass cabinet; the same happened to Susan; still crying she was pushed to beside him. So as it was over, his erection came down fast, but the damage was done.
Everyone had a Pepsi and Susan and Mark tried to get their composure back, which took a fair time as in their different ways they had both been ‘excited’ and humiliated to have been treated like that at thirteen.
Finally, Aunt Myrell took them through to the kitchen (still nothing on their lower half at all, a cool breeze on their bottoms and for Mark a feeling of shame at his penis hanging down) and gave them a Pepsi with a straw. The girls came in and out to ask Aunt Myrell questions, but they made no secret that they were looking at their red sore rears and bare private parts, though Aunt Myrell and Aunt Marge made no attempt to stop them. Mark would never forget Susan standing there, her braids sticking out, a loose blouse on, long grey socks, sandals and everything else on show. It was like they deserved the continuing humiliation. They may have been thirteen but they were being treated like they were 4-year-olds.
Finally they were given their shorts and all piled in the station wagon and went to the stores.