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This story contains sexually explicit language and descriptions, and is
not intended for minors.  If you are a minor, read something else and
have a good day.
Also, the author does not intend this story to condone child abuse in
any form.

---------- A New Home Ch 2

South Fork Beaver Creek

The relief Barbara felt when she saw the sign was palpable.  As the
station wagon crossed the old bridge, she felt like she was finaly
home.  Rather odd, considering that she'd never been here, and that the
only person she knew in this state was a sister she'd not seen in years.

But even if she was a stranger, she'd felt welcome ever since entering
Beaver County.  The gas station attendant in the mining community of
Summit where she stopped was a gem.  The teenage boy filled her gas tank
and even checked her tires without her asking.  He was polite, almost
obsequious, and very friendly.  "The product of consistent, diligent and
loving training," Barbara thought, glancing at her own child.

Bobby dozed comfortably in the warm front seat, His head reating against
Mommy, unaware of where they were and what drastic changes their new
home would have on his upbringing.  Naked but for his undies, he
snuggled against Mommy as she put her arm around him.

Beaver Creek
pop - 4,000

"What a small town - or a large family," Barbara thought, as she
followed the memorized directions to Deidre's house.  She was grateful
for Dee's offer for them to stay there until they settled in.  It would
be good to catch up.  Goodness, the last time they saw each other was
Thankgiving 6 years ago.  She put that horrid scene out of her mind; a
dreadful past better forgoten.  She woke her dear son.

"Bobby, wake up honey."  Mommy's big soft hand tickled as she shook
Bobby gently.  His head was fuzzy for a moment, then he remembered where
they were going.  His brown eyes blinked sleepily.  "Are we there,
Mommy?  You look happy!"

"I am happy, dear one," Barbara replied as she swung the car into the
driveway.  "Things are going to be a lot better now."

Bobby blinked at the brightly lit interior of the house, was surprised
at how LOUD it was inside, and felt crushed as Aunt Deidre's pudgy arms
wrapped around him and Mommy.

"Goodness, Barb, it's been so long - and look how that child has
grown!"  Aunt Deidre's Big smiling face came near, and her soft blunt
fingers stroked his cheek.  Bobby smiled in response to this attention,
then he remembered he didn't have any clothes on.

Mommy let him climb down onto the floor, but when Bobby hid behind her,
she wouldn't let him stay there.  "Bobby, Mommy wants you around here in
front.  That's right, what a good boy!"

Bobby obeyed automatically and cheerfully with such praise. Then he saw
his tall plump aunt smiling at his near naked body and felt very shy. 
He was more shy when she asked Mommy, "So are we keeping him in his
underwear for a reason Barb, or do we just like looking at his cute
little body?"

"We had a little accident on the way here, but that won't happen again,
will it honey?"

"No, Mommy, never."  Bobby's voice held all the seriousness of the
lesson he learned earlier.

"And what's this?  Are we havin' an angelic visitation, then?"  A large
male voice came from behind Aunt Deidre.  An equally large man came up
to stand beside her.

"Barb, this is my wonderful husband Tab!"

"Theodore Alvin Barclay, at your service, madam."  His rough calloused
hand took her own.  "I hope you had a pleasant trip - good driving
weather today."

"Very pleasant, Tab," Barbara replied to this engaging figure.  "Except
I was worried about breaking down somewhere between nowhere and nowhere
else in that old car."

"You'd be surprised how durable they are, Barb; but for your peace of
mind, I'll check the beast out tonight."

Deidre was srprised.  "Are you sure, dear?  It's already late and you
have work tomorrow."

Tab was already on his way out the door.  "Shan't be too long, m'love,
and you two'll have time to get reacquainted."  The door closed.

Barbara looked at her sister.  "Hope it wasn't something I said."

"He probably just didn't want you to notice his panties."  Seeing that
her sister was nonplussed, she went on.  "I use them to keep him in his
place.  It's effective for most men from Outside.  If you'd been able to
train that worm you married, you wouldn't be in this situation today."

Barbara held her little one to her side.  "Let's not talk about that in
front of the children."

"Well it's true, Barb.  I should've beaten the stuffing out of him 6
years ago, the  little worm."

"Dee, that's enough."  Mommy's voice held that even tone that told Bobby
Aunt Deidre was going to be in trouble if she went on.

"Alright, Barb.  Sit down, you've had a long day."

They sat on the couch in front of the fireplace.  A very plump little
boy played with toy trucks on the floor.  Two girls had been playing
cards, but were now obviously waiting to be introduced.

"Barb, you remember Heather and Jane, but I doubt they remember you!"

Barbara smiled at her neices.  "You were both so little last time I saw
you.  Why, you're almost grown women now!"

The girls giggled and hugged their Aunt Barbara with vociferous
welcomes; then they pulled Bobby off the couch to play cards with them.

"And this is Teddy, the only one in our family not born Outside."

At the sound of his name, the plump 5 year old smiled and waved happily,
then went back to his trucks.
 
While Mommy talked with Aunt Deidre, Bobby played with his new cousins. 
They were very nice and made him feel comfortable, as though they had
been friends for years.  They showed him  how to play their card game,
and they didn't even tease im about being in only his underwear.  

The three of them sat on the floor -- Bobby kneeling because his bottom
was still much too tender for the hardwood floor -- playing happily
together for a long while.  It was very cozy, even warm with the
fireplace going, and Bobby was starting to feel sleepy when something
happened to make him very awake.

Heather, at 11 the older of the two, was sitting across from him, one
large, muscular leg stretched out beside him.  She shifted it so that it
lay on his lap, her big soft foot resting against his underwear, right
on his penis.  He was surprised by this, but she did it so casually,
like she always rested her feet on boys.  And she and Jane were so nice
to him, unlike most girls he knew; girls usually didn't want anything to
do with boys.  So he didn't say anything until Heather started pushing
on his penis with her toes when it was his turn.

"Excuse me," Bobby said, awkwardly moving out from under Heather's foot
and heading to Mommy.  He was going to talk when he remembered Mommy
wanted him to wait his turn.  When Aunt Deidre was done talking about
Beaver Dam being a nice area for a picnic, he whispered in Mommy's ear,
"I have to go potty."

"Where's the bathroom, Dee?" Mommy asked her sister in response, making
Bobby blush with embarrassment.

"I'll take him," Heather broke in.  Mommy smiled and said how hospitable
the girls were.  "Come on, Bobby" Heather took his arm gently but
firmly.  Her 8 year old sister accompanied them, and Bobby was just
thinking how right Mommy was about his cousins when, as they reached the
hall bathroom they stopped him.

"Bobby," Heather began with sudden seriousness, "I don't give you
permission to use the bathroom yet."

"Why not?" Bobby was feeling uneasy, especially after his spanking
earlier that day for wetting himself.

"We talked about this earlier today," Jane explained.  "This is the best
opportunity for us to show you who's boss around here."

"Um, I really need to go."  Bobby tried to edge around the pair, but was
stopped by Heather's hand, pudgy like her mother's, against his bare
chest.

"You may use the bathroom, and sleep here and eat here and anything
else, after you get down on your knees and kiss our feet, first mine
then Jane's."

Bobby was incredulous.  "I don't get it," he said.

Heather used that patient tone Mommy sometimes got when Bobby asked too
many questions.  "Get on your knees, kiss my feet and then kiss Jane's
feet."

"Come on, Heather, I have to go potty!"

"I'm not the one delaying this," Heather replied patiently.

Feeling more embarrassed than he could remember, Bobby knelt on the hard
wood floor and kissed Heather's big plump feet.  He looked up at her.

"Kiss them all over, that's right!" she encouraged.  Bobby kissed her
feet all over, holding her thick ankles in his small hands.  He even
kissed each of her toes.  The pressure in his bladder was increasing.

"Very good, Bobby, now kiss Jane's feet"  Bobby shifted on his knees to
face Jane and similarly kissed her feet and toes.  He was making little
whiny noises by now, and the girls thoughtfully helped him to his feet.

"Now you know we're in charge, and that you'll do whatever we say,"
Heather said, leading Bobby to the toilet.  "That's important, with you
being from Outside and all."

She was going to pull down his underpants when he grabbed them and said,
"I can do it.  Can't you wait outside?"

"No, we're going to watch you.  It's not like I haven't seen you naked
before.  I remember watching Mother change your diapers when you were a
baby.  Now hurry up before you have another accident."

Feeling himself blush, Bobby pulled down his underpants and relieved his
bladder in front of his girl cousins.

"Oh, id the wittle boy embawassed about Heather seeing his itty bitty
wee-wee?"  Heather mocked good-naturedly.

"It's called a penis!" Bobby replied, then blushed more deeply to see
Aunt Deidre standing in the doorway.  He was still peeing too, which
made it even worse.

"Very good, Bobby, to know what things are called, but be respectful." 
Aunt Deidre said to him.  Then, as if he wasn't even there with his
underpants around his ankles, she addressed the girls.  "Barbara wants
Bobby to have a bath before bed.  Would you girls like to bathe him?"

Bobby stared.  She couldn't be serious!  But when the delighted girls
said they'd love to, Aunt deidre said she thought they would.  Then she
whispered something in Heather's ear.  

"Mother, he's a boy," Heather replied evenly.  "I would never harm him
nor allow him to be harmed."

"I know, dear, but I want my nice virginal nephew to remain in that
state - at least for a while."  Aunt Deidre gave heather a washcloth and
a towel and closed the bathroom door on her way out.

"What's virginal?"  Bobby asked, covering his privates with his hand,
even though he'd just peed in front of these girls and they were about
to give him a bath like he was a baby.

"It means," replied the disappointed Jane, "that we can't do something
fun with you.  But we can still run soap all over your cute little body,
and get you nice and clean."  She was standing beside Bobby as Heather
ran the bath water, and he noticed that his cousin, though a year
younger, was at least as tall as he, and certainly heavier and probably
stronger.  Bobby hoped he would get as strong living in the country now.

Heather lifted Bobby up and plunked him into the steaming path water. 
It was hot and Bobby nearly jumped right out again, but Heather held him
firmly and made him sit down.  It was uncomfortable, and his sore bottom
especially protested.  He pushed angrily against arms almost as big
around as his legs.

"He didn't learn his lesson!"  Jane said in a 'somebody's in trouble'
voice.

"So help him, dear, don't just tease."  Heather defended him.  This felt
odd, but her next words felt stranger.  "Bobby, you know deep inside
that females should be in charge, everything's best when we are, but you
won't admit it to yourself.  It's a problem with most boys living
Outside.  But you're here now, and you're one of us.  That's why you
kissed our feet - to show us and yourself who's boss.  You probably
don't understand now, but don't worry; you will in time."

All this time, Heather was bathing Bobby, starting at his feet and
moving up his legs.  When she reached his privates, he resisted. Heather
started to fight with him, then, like she was remembering something, she
stopped and took Bobby's face between her hands.  She was so gentle and
looked so loving that Bobby forgot to struggle further.

"Bobby, I love you and I won't let anything harm you.  But if you resist
me like that again I'm going to spank your bare little fanny until you
can't beg me to stop because you'll be crying too hard."

Bobby didn't like this at all but was cowed by her threat - he had no
doubt that she would follow through on it. He let Heather push her big
soft fingers between his legs and wash his penis and scrotum.  She did
so and made it no big deal, even when his penis stiffened and grew under
her caresses; she just hummed softly as she washed.  Jane joined in -
Bobby had never heard the song before but it sounded like a lullaby -
and Heather continued washing his tummy and his chest.

But when they wanted him to lean forward on his knees to expose his
bottom, that was too much.  It was embarrassing enough to have his
penis washed, but it was much more so to have his anus washed.  And to
make matters even worse, Jane was sitting beind him and Heather was
obviously going to let her do his rear parts.  And Jane was not only a
girl, but younger than Bobby.

"No, stop it!"  Bobby cried, struggling away from the girls.  They
grabbed for his slippery wet body, but he danced out of the way and in
doing so slipped and splashed water all over the bathroom floor and all
over his cousins.  Jane, now soaking wet anyway climbed into the tub and
grabbed Bobby around the chest as Heather took his legs.  They pulled
Bobby out of the tub and he stood there struggling as they held him.  "I
hate you! Let me go!" he shouted, and Heather slapped his face hard.

Bobby was no longer struggling, just very upset.  The girls held him
between themselves a little while, then Heather said, "Bobby, you've
gone too far.  This bathroom is a mess!  and you've gotten us all wet. 
We will have to spank you for being disrespectful and for not allowing
Jane to wash your beind."

Bobby was shocked.  He thought these girls were so nice!  Tears began to
roll down his cheeks as he faced yet another spanking in one day.

Once more, Heather held Bobby's cheeks.  "Now will you accept your
spanking like a good boy, or must one of hold you while the other one
spanks?"

"I'll be good," replied the defeated boy.

"I'm very pleased," Heather said earnestly.  "Jane, he was resisting
your washing his bottom, so you will spank him for that first.  Then I
will spank him for disrespect."

Jane sat on the side of the tub, and Heather helped sad little Bobby
bend over the younger girl's lap.  Then Jane laid her hand on his bottom
and began to scold him for not letting her wash his backside, saying
that it was wrong to resist her because she was a girl and that she was
making sure he was healthy by having a clean anus and saying a few more
embarrassing things.  By the time she started spanking, he didn't feel
nine at all; he felt like a pre-schooler.  He sniffled, his tummy hurt. 
And he was afraid of a girl! and a younger one at that!

Her wet hand stung his wet bottom as she started spanking him.  Her hand
descended again and again and very soon Bobby started to cry openly,
kicking his feet.  When Jane stopped, his wet behind was red and hurting
and Bobby forgot about not rubbing it.

"Bobby, why are you trying to make yourself not hurt?.  Do you think
Jane did wrong by spanking you?"  Heather asked.

Bobby quickly removed his hands from his behind.  More trouble was
coming, he knew it.

"I'm going to have to spank you again, Bobby," said Jane.  "You never
try to wipe off any spanking from any female.  It's disrespectful!  Now
bend back over, little boy!"

"I thought you were so nice!"  Bobby bawled.  He was acting like a
little boy now, but he couldn't help it.  But he did bend back over
Jane's soaked lap.

As Jane turned his bottom a deeper shade of red, Heather scolded him
about his attitude, and said if they didn't love him they wouldn't care
about making him a better boy.  He said he was sorry over and over, but
Jane didn't stop for a long time.  When she did, She held his hands, as
he hopped up and down and bawled.  She stood next to Bobby and held him
until he calmed down.  When he was calm, Jane kissed him, on the lips,
and said "I love you, little cousin."

Now Heather gently took his arm and turned him to face her.  "It's time
for your next spanking for disrespect.  I don't know where you learned
to speak like you did to Jane and me.  Did your Mommy teach you to talk
like that?"

"No," Bobby replied meekly.

"Children here don't speak so disrespectfully.  Why did you, Bobby?  Do
you really hate me?"

"No."  Bobby felt really bad inside. 

Heather went on at length about how good boys never ever talked like he
did, and how good boys never hit girls, and how it was wrong to hate
others.  And you she still loved him, even if he really did hate her. 
When she finally draped Bobby over her knee, he felt very bad indeed,
and she hadn't even spanked yet.

As Jane did before, she laid her hand on his bottom for a minute.  She
asked, "do you like how you treated us, Bobby?  Or do you feel like you
should be punished for it?"

At the moment Bobby didn't like anything about himself.  "I should be
punished," he said in a small voice.

Heather started to spank Bobby, slowly at first, as she scolded him
further.  Her spanks started hard and Bobby was immediately begging her
to stop; his bottom already hurt, he couldn't take any more.

"Please stop, Heather!" he sobbed.  "I promise I'll be good!  I'll do
anything you want!"

"I know" - slap- "you will" - spank - "after i'm" - whap - "done" 
- spank - "spanking" - whap - "you!" -slap-

Heather continued to scold and spank little Bobby for at least 15
minutes, until his naughty little butt and his upper thighs were both a
deep crimson and his protests and begging turned into high pitched sobs
that sounded like the cries of a newborn.  Despite herself, Heather felt
the familiar hot wetness between her legs as she punished this weak,
helpless little boy.  She knew that if she kept spanking this little
male child, she would come, but she also knew that he had already 
exceeded the limit of what he could take.  She turned her tortured
cousin over, holding him against her wet shirt, cooing maternally to
him.  

Jane went to explain what happened and ask if they could take Bobby to
bed with them.  She exhulted in her power over boys in general and this
one in particular, even if Heather wanted him first.  And Heather always
got what she wanted.  That was ok; when Jane got back Heather would have
the new cousin back in the bath and they would pick up where they left
off, but it would be more fun; the boy wouldn't dare defy them again.

Bobby was incoherent, weeping like an infant, cradled against his big
cousin.  She was saying over and over how much she loved Bobby, and how
Bobby was never ever going to be disrespectful to her, or to any females
again, how he would always obey her, and all females, and how she, and
all females, would always love and cherish him.  He had never been in so
much pain in all his life.  his throat was raw from crying so long and
so loudly. His bottom HURT.  He looked at the deep blue, loving eyes of
his cousin and felt his own heart reflecting the love she was professing
to him.  He loved Heather and would never disobey her again.

He didn't protest at being placed back in the tub.  The water had
cooled, and felt so soothing on his rear.  He liked the feel of Jane's
hands gently rubbing soap on his bottom for a long time, and didn't even
mind the feel of her finger invading his anus.  The four hands on him
were so comforting as they massaged the exhausted muscles in his
shoulders, back, and neck.  The two feminine voices felt good as the
girls talked to each other, and even better when they addressed him,
always in a softer, more maternal fashion.

Bobby was lifted out of the tub and sat carefully on Heather's wide lap.
After Jane dried him off, Heather carried him into a bedroom.  He was
laid on a wide bed, and watched as his cousins changed into nightgowns
in front of him casually, as if they had done so for years.  Then they
lay on either side of him, cooing maternally over him, singing the same
wordless lullaby as earlier.  Bobby's head was pulled to Heather's
bosom, and he fell asleep sucking at her breasts.
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