(The first two chapters of this story told how Mr. And Mrs. Marshall and their two adorably cute, handsome auburn-haired sons--Kevin, 12, and Nathan, 9--went for a deive in the country in the family's new van. When the boys got out of hand in the back seat, Mr. Marshall stopped the car and gave them both hard spankings on their bare bottoms. Afterward, Kevin was eventually allowed to put his underpants on again, but not Nathan, since the younger boy had wet himself in fear, soaking both his inner and outer clothing. When the family stopped for a picnic, they encountered the Crosby family, which also had two young sons. Since their younger son was incontinent, the Crosbys kept an ample supply of diapers on hand and readily gave the Marshalls one to put on Nathan. Our story resumes as the Marshalls are heading back to town from their excursion.)
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As the sun was setting and the Marshalls' van had just entered the city limits, Mr. Marshall noticed the gas guage hovering close to EMPTY. Fortunately, he sighted a SHELL station in the next block and pulled up to the pumps.
"We need gas," he announced. "Kevin, take this $20 bill to the cashier and tell him we want $10 worth of premium from the self-service pump."
"Sure, Dad," Kevin replied with a smile as he usually did to a request to perform a task of manly responsibility. Instantly, though, the smile faded as he added with cautious concern, "Ah, Dad, you are going to let me put my pants on for this, aren't you?"
To his unutterable chagrin, his father answered resolutely, "Whatever gave you that notion? I told you your pants stay off for the rest of the day, and I meant it." And he swatted the seat of Kevin's tight, white cotton briefs as the boy stood and opened the sliding door on the side of the van.
Kevin's discomfiture increased even more when, upon entering the station's small office, he found that the cashier was not a he, but a she--a pretty blonde woman in her 30's. As she took the money from Kevin and punched the keys that set the pump for his father's use, she not only smiled but even giggled as she got a good look at him. And though Kevin might not have been able to phrase the observation in such words, he understood too well that her expression was not well mannered. It was as though she were saying, "My, my, did you forget something, little boy--like your PANTS? Aren't you a little ol;d to be walking around outside in your underpants?" Blushing deeply, Kevin turned and walked rapidly back to the van and resumed his place in the middle seat. Shortly he heard the gas cap put back in place and saw his father back behind the wheel.
They were on the move again. To make matters worse, now it was Nathan's turn to tease Kevin. Surreptitiously the younger boy chanted gleefully in a mocking whisper:
She saw London, she saw France,
She saw Kevin in underpants!
Saw no Indians, saw no chiefs--
She saw Kevin's jockey briefs!
"Very funny, Nathan! I'll get you back for that, you know. Count on it!"
"Yeah, right!" Nathan answered in the same sarcastic whisper, but the low, calm tone in his brother's voice did make him feel apprehensive.
As well he should have. The "getting" came about ten minutes later when they passed the site of a fire, which had brought four fire engines now parked end-to end along the block. Kneeling on the seat, Nathan deliberately pressed close to the window in the left side, effectively blocking Kevin's view of the firefighting.
"Quit hogging the view!" Kevin protested. "Move your butt!"
Nathan responded by impudently wagging his bottom back and forth to insult Kevin. He dud not realize that Kevin had found and now held in his right hand an extra diaper pin from Mrs. Crosby- an open diaper pin, with which he at once jabbed his brother's saucy little diaper-covered bottom.
Nathan's sudden shrill scream almost caused Mr. Marshall to have a wreck. Braking, swerving, avoiding a collision only by the grace of God, he turned off into an empty side street, parked the vehicle at the curb, and turned off the ignition.
"What the hell are you boys doing?" he asked in an ominously lowered voice.
"K-kevin stabbed me in my b-bottom!" Nathan sobbed. "I think I'm bleeding!"
Lifting him into the front seat, Mr. and Mrs. Marshall unpinned and removed Nathan's snug cloth diaper and inspected the damage. There were indeed several drops of blood on Nathan's right buttock, but the wound was a scratch, not a puncture.
"There, there, dear!" Mrs. Marshall comforted her son. "That's a nice, clean, absorbent cotton diaper. Just sit on it till we get home. You'll be just fine."
Kevin, on the other hand, was pretty sure that HE was not going to be just fine--since he was in imminent peril of punishment worse than he had had already that afternoon.
Such indeed proved to be the case. In a moment Mr. Marshall had gone around and entered the central compartment of the van and shut the sliding door. In a trice Kevin was bottom-up in the time-honored position over his father's knee--again the boy's white jockey briefs were completely removed from their wearer and about to be deposited into his mother's purse. And again the paternal hand rained an agony of stinging slaps on the twelve-year-old boy's tender bottom cheeks.
SMACK! -- "OWW!" SMACK! -- "OWWEE!" SMACK! -- "OH, DADDY, I'M SORRY!" SMACK! -- "OH! I'LL--" SMACK! -- "NEVER--" SMACK! -- "DO IT--" SMACK! -- "AGAIN--" SMACK! -- "OWW! I PROMISE!" SMACK! -- "WAAHH!"
Afterward, even for the few minutes that it lasted, the ride home for Kevin was sheer agony, since any contact between his thoroughly reddened bottom and the upholstered seat was excruciating. Psychologically no less agonizing was the unspeakable humiliation of walking from the van to the house not in underpants--which he had already dreaded enough--but utterly bare below the waist except for footwear. Although he was too mortified to look around as he proceeded from the van to his home, he knew the odds were that someone saw him and Nathan outside, bare-bottomed in front of God and everybody. Somebody would see him outside with no pants and no underpants on, and consequently, though the Sunday drive at last was over, there was going to be no end to the teasing that he would get because of it!