"It's not fair,
mom." I protested. "Gary and Tony and me got the whole
It was the last week
of school and my mom just informed me that I would be spending the
first month of my vacation at my Aunt Helen's house. "You need
the fresh air," she told me. "Won't it be fun to go fishing
with your cousins Jenny and Jackie?"
"Aw, mom. Don't
make me hang around with dumb old girls." Actually my twin
cousins weren't any older than me. In fact they were a month younger.
"Bob, I thought
you liked the girls." Mom went on.
"I do but ..."
How could I tell mom that I liked some other girls even better.
Gary and Tony and me had plans to watch them at the pool this summer,
and now mom was sending me up to play with my cousins. They were
nice enough girls, but they were my cousins. They did neat things
like fishing and hiking, but I was outgrowing those kinds of things.
It wasn't likely that I was going to get any girl watching done
on this trip.
I said dejectedly. I was a teenager! A man! Mom wanted me to play
with girls. How am I going to hit on Mary Ellen when I'm hundreds
of miles away? By the time I get back, she'll probably be dating
Tony or Gary.
So, the school year ended,
and the next day I get stuffed on a bus heading out into the sticks.
At first the bus made a couple of stops at some shopping centers,
and then I knew I was getting close when the last couple of stops
were at gas stations with nothing else around. At least my stop
was downtown hick town.
The bus got off the interstate
and onto some back road. We crept across the railroad tracks and
onto the main street. I hoped the brakes worked. If they didn't
we'd roll right through the town before anyone knew it. With a loud
belch, the bus came to a stop in front of the store. I really didn't
know what kind of a store to call it. They had a lunch counter,
and sold clothes and fishing equipment and everything else. It was
sort of like a Walmart, only much smaller.
I saw my aunt waving
at me from the curb. I got off, got the obligatory hug and kiss,
and went to retrieve my baggage. As she led me to her car, she explained,
"Bobby, the girls are eager to see you."
thought. I stopped using that name years ago. Bobby sounds so feminine.
Bob is short, powerful, a boy's - no - a man's name. Well, that's
the way my aunt knew me so I let her get away with it.
My aunt continued, "They
aren't here now because this is their last day of school."
I guess they had a few more snow days than we did. "They should
be home by the time we get there though."
I sat in the right seat
staring out the window at cows zipping past us backwards at 55 miles
per hour for most of the route. My aunt tried to make small talk,
but I just wasn't in the mood for conversation. We sat mostly in
silence for the half hour it took to get from the berg to the sticks.
I nearly choked on the dust kicked up by the tires on the dirt road
leading to her house.
As the car pulled up
to the house, I wondered if we had the right place. There were strangers
coming out of the house and waiting for us on the porch: good looking
strangers. There stood two teenage girls that looked healthy and
well, how can I say this - stacked! Then the shock hit me. These
were my cousins! They had certainly changed since I saw them when
they came to visit a couple of years ago. These were some sexy looking
The last time I saw them,
they were a couple of tomboys, a little effeminate - they still
played with dolls and wore dresses on Sunday, but they would just
as soon chuck the dress and Mary Janes for jeans and sneakers as
soon as church was over.
Not today! Gone was the
short-cropped little girl haircuts. Now was shoulder-length blond
hair neatly fixed in a flip at their collars. They were wearing
short sleeved blouses which pushed out ever so slightly and teasingly
at the chest. These were neatly tucked into shorts that conformed
to their nicely rounded asses and showed every bit of leg. About
the only thing little girl about these outfits were the socks and
sneakers. It gave them a wholesome look of innocence.
I knew these girls were
my cousins but I had an erection in spite of myself. They came running
to the car as soon as it stopped. I barely got out before one of
them (at this point, I could tell who was who) had her arms around
my neck and was kissing my cheek. The other one gabbed hold of my
arm and gently pried me away from her sister to have her turn.
The girls were genuinely
eager to be with their "big" cousin (I was a couple of
months older after all.) from the "big" city. Recognizing
this inflated my ego beyond all proportions. I think I was going
to like the month I was to spend here. I was out to impress girls,
and here were two of the sexiest I'd seen, and I got to be with
them day and night for a whole month! I put on my best moves to
The girls hung on my
every word as I told them about trips to the mall or the movies
with my friends. They were so far away from everything that they
had to depend upon their mom to get them anywhere. I told them how
we would cruise around in Tony's older brother's car; (OK, he drove
us to school a couple of times); and they still took the school
bus. I was spinning every yarn I had to impress them with my independence
I think I might have
overdone it a little bit as I caught only the slightest trace of
sarcasm in my aunt's voice as she said, "OK, that's enough
with the tall tales. It's time the three of you get to bed!"
That was just fine with me. I had something even more exciting planned
to show them the following day.
The following morning
was even better than the night before. I was awakened by Jenny who
knocked gently on the door and stuck her head in. I rolled over
and smiled at her. She opened the door fully and came into the room
a couple of steps and said, "Mom says get up. Breakfast is
ready, and you'll miss it if you sleep in."
I hardly heard what she
said. I was looking at a girl in a nightgown that flowed so nicely
with her young figure. It was not the flannel top and pants I last
saw her in as sleepwear. The morning sun made it shimmer, and I
swear, in some poses it was transparent. Again, in spite of myself,
I had an erection. I was afraid to leave the covers for fear that
she would see it.
I excused myself telling
her that I would be right down, but I needed to get "decent."
She giggled at my modesty.
The girls came down in
long sleeved shirts and jeans. Their hair was pulled back into short,
jaunty pony tails. I wondered at this since it was supposed to be
a warm day. I was hoping to get a look at them in their shorts.
I found out that they were dressed this way because they planned
to go horseback riding. They suggested I get dressed the same way
so I could join them.
Horseback riding? That
could be fun. I remembered some of those really old westerns where
cowboys rode "tall in the saddle." The movies were kind
of corny, but riding horses seemed like a guy thing to do.
The first little hiss
of air in my balloon-inflated ego came from my aunt. "I know
you don't have any boots, so you can wear mine." Oh well, who
else is going to see me anyway.
"We thought we'd
go up to the Carlson's and meet up with Laurie and Kelly and ride
up to the lake for a picnic." Jenny announced.
"Who's Laurie and
Kelly?" I asked.
"Laurie's in our
class at school. Kelly is her kid sister."
Oh great! More kids.
Well, maybe Laurie would be a cutie.
said to me suddenly, "Don't forget to bring your bathing suit."
My ego deflated a little
more about an hour later as I was hopping around with one foot on
the ground and another in the stirrup trying to get on a horse.
The girls couldn't help but laugh at my predicament. Jackie demonstrated
the proper technique, hopping up and down off her horse as easily
as I got in and out of bed. Jenny was holding the rein of my horse
trying to keep it steady for me.
I eventually got up on
my horse and was led around the corral (as I supposed it must have
been called) with Jenny leading my horse. I felt like a kid on a
pony ride. (But one damned big pony this was).
I was eventually allowed
to "solo" as the girls instructed me on how to ride the
horse. There was a lot more to it than just sitting there and saying
"giddyap!" I was acutely aware of the distance between
where I was sitting and the ground. It took the better part of the
morning, but I got to the point where I could get the horse pointed
where I wanted it to go as it sauntered along at its own slow pace.
This was hardly the galloping fury depicted on TV or in the movies,
but it was all I could handle.
My ego got even more
limp when I found out that the horse I was riding was an old mare
that my aunt rode. They selected this horse because of her gentle
disposition. The girls were riding much more spirited horses. I
was amazed at how skillfully they could control these large, powerful
beasts between their legs.
We rode along slowly
and eventually got to Laurie's house. It felt good to get down off
the horse for a brief while. My hopes for Laurie were dashed. She
wasn't an ugly girl, but still looked very little girl with even
some "baby fat" on her. I guess girls mature at different
rates, and my cousins were leading in this area. Kelly was a couple
of years younger, and had potential, but still had a long way to
I repeated my hopping
act only briefly getting back on a second time. Now I had four girls
laughing at me. Their mom yelled out, "Laurie, Kelly, stop
that. I'm sure he's trying his best. Even you didn't get it right
when you were young girls." I am sure she meant it kindly,
but to me it sounded like I was as unskilled as a little girl. Hsss
- more air out of the balloon.
We "mounted up"
and headed for the lake. Jackie had to warn Laurie and Kelly, "Let's
take it easy so Bobby can keep up." Ouch!
The events at the lake
were actually quite fun. We had packed a nice lunch, and I felt
good as the girls spread out the blanket and served me at our picnic.
This was more like it! It got even better once we decided to go
swimming. The girls stripped off their boots, shirts and jeans to
reveal their swimwear. All of them were wearing one-piece suits,
but these still showed my cousins' figures nicely. I was glad I
was not wearing my tight bathing suit. I wouldn't want them to see
Nonetheless, there was
a bulge at the crotch of my swimming trunks. The older girls seemed
to notice. Kelly was probably too young to know what was going on.
My cousins started taking poses to show off their bodies. Those
little minxes knew they were teasing their older cousin and had
I had no other action
other than to run off and literally jump in the lake. I lamely made
up some excuse, "Last one in the water is a rotten egg."
It was the ultimate in corny expressions, and I am certain I lost
a bunch of ego points with everyone including Kelly, but I couldn't
bear the scrutiny any more. The water was freezing, and that helped
to quench my steaming erection.
The girls joined me shortly
thereafter, and that didn't help. While the cold water managed to
deflate my erection, it caused something on the older girls to erect
and poke at the tops of their bathing suits. More than once they
caught me staring at them. My ego balloon was now less than half
full. Oh well, maybe I could reinflate it later on.
We finished off the afternoon
sunning ourselves on the warm beach. I deliberately lay on my stomach,
and kept my eyes shut tight so I wouldn't have to be tempted by
the girls. A cool dude does not let a girl know that she has this
effect on him.
The best thing that happened
that afternoon was that I was able to get on my horse without too
much embarrassment. As we rode back I heard Jenny ask Laurie, "Are
you going to the dance tonight?"
Laurie replied, "Sure,
I hear that Warren Giles is going to be there." Apparently
Warren was a local on whom Laurie had a crush.
replied, "We'll see you there." Laurie and Kelly turned
off and rode away towards their house, being glad to pick up the
pace from slowpoke me.
As they rode away, I
asked my cousins, "What dance"
They giggled, and almost
in stereo answered, "The Grange Dance."
"O - kaaay,"
I said, "What's a grange dance."
They answered quite obviously,
"It's a dance. ... at the grange!"
I asked what a grange
was, and got the idea that it was a place where farmers met, PTA
meetings were held, and even wedding receptions arranged.
This was more like it.
A dance. Now they were operating in my element. I could show them
a thing or two.
We got back and the girls
showed me how to undo the saddle and put away the horses. We got
to clean out the stalls as well. We were just putting one of the
horses back in his stall when his penis extended and a stream of
urine flushed out of it. I no longer had any doubts as to where
the expression "hung like a horse" came from. I wondered
if the girls had noticed. I don't think there is any way they could
Jackie made a pouting
look at the animal and in mock indignity said, "Sure, you couldn't
do that outside or before we cleaned your stall!"
She turned to me and
smiled, "He'll be OK. The wood chips will absorb it."
Jenny urged us, "Come
on, we have to get cleaned up so we can have dinner and get to the
The girls showered and
changed in to a cute sundress each, and still wore those girl-style
sneakers - how small town of them! None of the girls back home would
think of wearing sneakers with a dress. In fact, even when dressed
in jeans they wouldn't be caught dead in those plain things.
My aunt drove the three
of us to the grange.
The dance was sort of
what I expected, a bunch of local middle school hicks - I almost
expected the boys to show up in overalls and sucking on a wheat
stalk - chaperoned by a couple of adults and a really old tape player
being run by a DJ who had only a vague notion of the kind of music
we'd like. Not all of the music was bad. I recognized a couple of
older tunes that were OK.
But I wasn't there to
dance. I was there to impress. I really wish mom had let me get
that piercing I wanted so I could really show these kids what's
what. I checked out the girls, and there were some pretty ones there,
but none as pretty as my very own cousins. My cousins seemed to
know everybody, and once the boys figured out that I was their cousin
and not their date, some of them approached me to get to them. This
didn't displease me at all. I liked having a fan club even if some
of the members were boys.
I decided to make my
move about an hour after we got there. I talked my cousins and two
of the boys to come outside with me "for a breath of fresh
air." When we got out there, I offered them each a smoke.
I reached into my pocket
and pulled out five slightly rumpled cigarettes. There was no way
with my aunt watching I could smuggle out my full pack. Tony's brother
was my supplier of cigarettes - he could get them and charged Tony
and Gary and me fully twice the price, but I guess that's how he
could afford to buy his.
I offered them to the
group. "C'mon, all the kids in the city smoke." I told
them. I was met with silence. "Don't you want to be cool?"
I asked them.
Jackie spoke up first.
"Mom would kill us."
"Don't be such a
chicken." I protested. "It's nothing."
The girls declined, but
the boys took me up on the offer, and soon all three of us were
puffing and trying not to cough and trying to look so sophisticated
in front of the girls. Suddenly I saw a shocked expression on the
boys' faces just as I felt a presence behind me. I felt a heavy
hand on my shoulder, and was slowly, yet irresistibly turned around
to face one of the chaperones. He was definitely a farm boy, as
broad in the shoulders and he was tall.
"What's your name
boy?" he asked.
I said nothing.
Jackie volunteered the
information, "Please don't do anything to him, Mr. Carlson.
He's our cousin, Bobby."
he said solemnly, "You're in for some big trouble. Kids your
age shouldn't be smoking."
Turning to the other
boys, he said, "And you are no better off. I'll be talking
with your parents."
And he did ... as well
as talking with my aunt. It was not a pleasant drive home as my
aunt lectured me on the evils of smoking. "And who knows what
else you'll do. I have to watch out for my girls." She sighed
as we pulled to a stop next to her house. "It's late. I want
all of you in bed as soon as we get in."
Looking at me solidly,
she said, "I will deal with you in the morning!"
I had a difficult time
sleeping knowing that I was in trouble. There was very little air
left in my ego balloon. I couldn't afford to lose any more.
I got up the next morning,
got dressed and made my way down to the kitchen. My aunt was already
there as well as my two cousins. They were in their shorts outfits
again, and in spite of my worriment about my punishment, I still
got aroused how well those outfits showed off their femininity.
After serving me breakfast
in stone silence, my aunt finally spoke to me. "Look, your
mother and I didn't exactly discuss what to do if you got in trouble.
I didn't expect the matter to come up, but I AM responsible for
At the word "discipline"
I saw Jenny and Jackie exchange glances and giggle. Their mom shot
them a look that is universal between mothers and their children,
"That's enough out of you."
My aunt went on. "You
are going to have to be punished, and since I think that you are
too big for your britches, you are going to lose them while I spank
My mind translated her
sentence in reverse order. The first thing I was aware of was that
I was going to get a spanking. It was so long since my mom spanked
me that I could barely remember it. Hey, I was almost 13. That's
too old to get a spanking. This was totally deflating to my ego.
There was no way I was going to subject myself to a little kid's
punishment. And my aunt even suggested it in front of my cousins!
Then it dawned on me;
not only was I to get a spanking ... it was to be a bare-assed spanking!
It was bad enough that my cousins knew that I was going to get a
spanking; now they knew it was going to be on my bare behind.
I pleaded with my aunt,
"Please don't. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise."
The litany of every kid who is just about to get punished.
"I know you won't
do it again, and I know you are sorry, but perhaps you aren't sorry
enough. You'll really be sorry when I get done with you. Now off
to the parlor with you. Let's get this over with."
I was bewildered. The
parlor? Why not the privacy of my bedroom? I looked at my aunt like
an animal trapped in a corner.
She just laughed at me.
"Come on now. When we have matters of discipline to deal with
in this house. We get them over quickly. Let's go."
She took me by the hand
and led me into the room. I saw that Jenny and Jackie were following.
"What about them?" I asked.
"What about them?"
my aunt answered. "You tried to get them to smoke too. They've
been wronged, and they are going to watch you get spanked."
"But, they're girls."
My aunt laughed again,
"I know they're girls. I've know that for 12 years."
"I can't take my
clothes off in front of them!"
"Yes, you can. It's
very simple. You undo the belt, slide down the zipper, pull the
pants down ..."
I started to cry. There
was no ego left at all. I was completely humbled. I didn't even
have a shred of dignity left.
Jackie said, "Come
on Bobby, it's OK. We know what boys look like. Most of our friends
have baby brothers. We have animals all over the place, and I bet
they have a lot bigger than what you've got." I don't know
if she was trying to comfort me or make fun of me.
My face, already red
from crying, blushed even more. I was hoping I could crawl across
my aunt's lap and have her pull down my pants just enough to expose
my rear end. But that was not to be. By "bare assed" she
meant, "bare bodied." I was directed to take off all my
clothes and put them on a chair.
Shedding my clothing
was like shedding the very last vestiges of my dignity. I was the
big shot city boy and here I was being punished like a toddler in
front of my two sexy cousins no less. This couldn't be happening.
This must be a bad dream. But it wasn't; the chill of the morning
air on my chest as I removed my shirt reminded me of that.
The last two items to
come off were my short and underwear. Somehow I screwed up enough
courage to pull them down, and I know in my rational mind that it
took me only a matter of less than a minute to complete my disrobing.
But at the time it seemed that my exposing myself was taking hours.
At last I was totally
naked in front of my female audience. My aunt, perhaps, was too
busy concentrating on the task she was to perform since she didn't
notice the reaction of her daughters. They were smirking and giggling
silently behind hands covering their mouths. Jackie whispered something
to her sister, and Jenny's face lit up. I am normally suspicious
when girls whisper to each other, but this time I had no doubt it
was about me.
I could feel the weight
of six female eyes on my young penis.
My aunt made me get over
her lap; fortunately facing away from the girls. I knew that they
got a better view of the spanking in that position, but I don't
think I could take facing them.
The spanks came raining
down in measured beat. My aunt quickly established a rhythm. Each
slap stung, but the experience wasn't really that painful. I have
been hurt a lot worse. The worst of the damage was done long before
I got over her lap. It really didn't matter how hard or light my
aunt spanked me.
The real hurt was inside.
Each spank that stung the skin shattered the fragile fabric of my
ego. I wanted to so much impress my cousins, and I succeeded in
a way I would never dream of in my darkest nightmare.
My aunt finally stopped
spanking me and let me get up. She grabbed my arm and spun me around
to face her daughters one last time and made me apologize to them
for trying to get them to smoke. I did so without ever saying a
clear word, and without ever looking beyond my toes.
With a final swat, my
aunt sent me on my way. I grabbed my clothes and ran upstairs. I
didn't come down for hours.
The rest of my stay was
uneventful. I declined horseback riding that particular day for
the obvious reasons. My cousins and I rode, swam, went to dances,
and otherwise had a nice time in the sunshine. Their friends were
naturally curious about what happened after the dance, and there
were a lot of whispered conversations going in with kids giggling
and looking my way. I am certain that by the time I left, the entire
county knew of my naked spanking. For their part, my cousins never
actually mentioned the spanking to me again. However, there is always
that subtle smirk on their faces whenever we meet, even until this