The following multi-multi-part saga-epic is a revisit and continuation of an earlier APPLE BUTT story (archived under the UNLCE ROD archives). While the content is all original, some of these stories are reworkings of others stories. Enjoy!
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"Come on, Tom Wake up!" I was greeted with as the covers were pulled from me.
Embarrassed by my morning glory, I quickly dropped my hands to my crotch and looked up. My step-cousin Stan was standing there in T shirt and Briefs grinning down at me. "There you go - best make our beds and come down for breakfast. Oohh! What you hiding there?" he exclaimed as he pulled at my hands.
"Nothing - i'll make the beds, Stan, and see you downstairs." I responded, hoping he would _f_u_c_k_ off.
"I don't think so - I want to see this! Come on up you get - lets see what your hiding! Or you want to start today with a spanking!?!"
"Oh come on - clear off - that was yesterday. Let me get on with it and leave me alone," I snapped groggily, pulling the covers over me.
"You really are a naughty little boy," giggled Stan "You've just earned yourself a spanking!" Snatching my covers and chucking them to the floor. "You best start learning to respect me and doing what I say!"
I turned over pushing my dick into the mattress. "Stan, don't be so mean," I said, remembering the night before events suddenly unfolded in my mind. Suddenly my ass felt it was on fire again as I felt a huge 'whap'.
"Yeeooow" I bucked as I strained my neck to see 12 year old Derek there with a slipper in his hand.
"You just haven't learned," grinned Derek, standing their in his own PJs, waiving his own slipper at me. "Come on little cousin, I want you up out of your bed."
What with the two of them ending there, I pulled myself up and stood before them, hands covering my hard dick.
Derek grabbed hold of my hands ad placed them around my back at the top of my bum, "Look, Tom, we all know you got nothing there - so from now on, neither of us wants to catch you covering it up. If either of us see you with your hands down there, that's an instant bare butt spanking all right? In fact - when ever you stand before me or my bro - you keep yer hands behind your back! Agreed?!"
"Yeah, Derek," I mumbled, hands behind my back - hairless boner sticking out, looking at the two younger kids. Catching myself in the mirror, I realised exactly how I looked without a hair on my bod - Young! I barely noticed little Stan approach me and start touching my dick. "Hey! Gerroff" I yelped as I pulled back.
Whap!!.........Derek with his slipper - and my fanny was on fire again!!
"Now get this straight little boy - you don't EVER pull away from me or Stan, You hear? We may wanna see your little dick any time, if only so your not being naughty. Otherwise its a bare rear-end spanking - you understand?"
I nodded in agreement, and looked down and the little boy's hand on my smooth little dick.
"All right, Tom - I want you to make the beds as we asked," said the 12 year old, Derek, ignoring his brother feeling my dick. "Then, bring that slipper downstairs, 'cause you been so naughty this morning, I think you need to be beaten don't you?! And you ask nicely you here!"
And with that they both padded off downstairs before I could even object.
I could hardy believe it - within 30 mins of being woken up I had earned myself a beating! Not wanting to make it worse, I hurried around and made the beds - and caught myself for a second - here I was actually following orders from my 12 year old step-cousin, and about to ask him for beating cause I had been naughty! I looked at myself again, and it was true; I was nothing more than a little boy by sight!
I could hardly believe what I saw in the mirror! I picked up the slipper and followed my "cousins" downstairs.
They were al in the kitchen, and on my entrance none of them looked up at all. I went over to Derek and said, "I made our beds Derek"
"Yeeeessss....and?" grinned the older boy, looking at me with his huge impish grin
I gulped. "And I'm sorry I don't do what you said. It won't happen again......but please don't beat my ass, Ill do better from now on, honest I will!" I whined.
"Well, young Tommy certainly sounds like a whining little brat now eh Stan," joked their father over his breakfast to my the younger boy.
"Yeah!" little Stan giggled, eyeing my now flacid pecker again.
Then Bill turned to me. "So what did you do, Tom, to be taken in hand this morning by your big cousin?"
I turned to Bill and said, "Nothin at all - its not fair!"
"Don't lie to, Dad," scolded Derek. "Tell him what you didn't do."
I blushed. "I didn't get up when I was told, and I kept covering my prick with my hands"
"Well you can add to that lying AND swearing. Don't ever use that word again; little boys of your age can say 'wierer', and while I'm at it, you can refer to your bottom as your 'fanny', as you seem incapable of being polite, you just as well be the little boy with words as well."
"Please, Uncle Bill...!" I cried.
"Hey, you knew the orangment before you arrived," Bill said. "Markley and I aggreed that Stan and Dereck were to be in charge of you druing this visit, and, after a slow start, it seems to me that my sons are doing an excellent job."
"But...!"
"Carry on, Derek!"
"There you go Tom - no deal - now ask nicely!" gigglesd Derek
I hesitated, but seeing all the others ginning at me, I stammered, "I'm sorry, please will you slipper my fanny. I brought you your slipper," I sighed, as I handed the 12 year old over his little blue slipper
"Very well, I will," smirked Derek. "Take your t shirt off then, as slipperings are always done completely naked, isn't that right Daddy?"
"Certainly are, but don't worry, were all used to seeing you naked now, Tom," confirmed Bill.
(_d_a_m_n_! It had been almost 40 hours since I last had ANY pants on! The realization about brought me to shock!)
"But hurry up unless you want your slippering from me too," Bill said. "Cause you're going with Derek to the indoor swimming pool this morning, and you boys need to get going."
With that I stripped off the tiny t shirt, and being familiarly bare allowed Derek to arrange me over one of the kitchen chairs, even spreading my legs as his Dad had done to me two days earlier.
"Ooh, your little fanny is still red for yesterday, Tom!" Derek said. "See, Stan!"
"Yeah!" his little brother laughed.
"You really shouldn't be such a naughty little boy," giggled Derek before swatting my bum with his slipper for the first time. It didn't really hurt, but he soon got to about 11 swots, and what with yesterday it was begging to hurt quite a bit! By about 20 I was moaning quite loudly, and by 25 I was beging to beg....
'Whap'
"Please, Derek! I had enough now!"
'Whap'
"Ow I'm Sorry I'll be good!"
'Whap'
"Aggh, really I'll always obey you...ooooh!"
'Whap'
"Noooooooo! Please - please I know I'm just your little cousin...!"
'Whap'
"Pleeaassee, I'll do anything you say from now on"
'Whap'
"Oooo, I won't be naughty anymore, ill be good!"
'Whap'
"Really!!!"
It was pathetic, I could hear myself begging like I would have done when I was 8; and being slippered like this was making me even think like an 8 year old. All I cold feel was my ass on fire, and I was prepared to do anything or say anything to get back into my "cousins" good books and have him stop beating me. By now I was snivelling again, and Derek had clearly got what he wanted.
"OK, Tom, I guess you had enough," Derek sighed in relief. "You stand there in the corner to think about what you just said - especially about being good!" With that, I tuned and stood (once again) in the corner.
I could hear Stan and their father laugh a little, but they were cut short by Derek, who said "Shut up! Its not funny!!"
"Sorry, Son - you handled that very well. Tom knows who's boss now don't you Tom?" Bill asked me, realizign that his big boy was taking this all very seriously, even if he was enjoyng it a bit much.
"Yes sir!" I mumbled, sitfeling my own laugh. "Derek's in charge of me."
I hadn't realized, until Bill pointed it out, how funny it must of looked, watching a little 12 year old talk like he was parent! I noticed a certain degree of pride in Derek's father, as he could see his son taking charge like a man. I also realized, that if I had been watching the whole thing play out, I too would have been hooting and laughing.
Anyway, I stood there in the usual position, naked and listening to their plans for the day. Stan got up to leave, saying something about going to play with Rodnet, leaving just Derek and his Dad and me. I could hear some stuff being got ready, and Bill was suddenly grabbing by the arm.
"Derek has just suggested I give your hair a cut, cause its a bit long!" stated Bill, firmly.
"No its OK, Uncle," I pleaded. "I only had it done a couple of weeks ago!" I was very proud of my long swept back blond hair - and when I saw an electric razor I started getting desperate.
"Come on, now!" Bill chided.
"No really, its fine!" I begged, pulling at his hand locked around on my arm. Sadly, he was having no nonsense, and immediately gave my rear two hard swots of his own.
"Sit-down!" he ordered, as he pushed me onto a stool in the middle of the floor. He wasted no time, as he switched on the razor and scalped me.
"Please, don't!" I begged.
"Little boys like you need short hair!", and within minutes I was a shaved headed little boy!
"Hey, Tommy!" Derek said, coming in to watch for a moment. "Looks like you finally have some hair in your lap!" He and his father laughed hysterically.
"Right then, boys," Bill said. "You ready to go swimming. I suppose you can get dressed. I'll go get your swim stuff together."
"All right Daddy," Derek said, as he took my hand. "Come on, Tom, let's go and get dressed!"
With that I followed Derek upstairs. "Where are we going Derek?" I asked
"Well, my best friend, Ian, who you met last night, and his little brother, Mike, go to a school not too far away with a pool. Usually in the summer we go to a cool out door pool, but with it looking to rain later on we''re going over there. Anyway, it's pretty cool. You'll have fun."
My god! This was the nicest Derek had been to me in three days! Maybe things were going to have a change for the better.
"Anyway, Mike and Ian's mother is picking us up in a minute. It'll be blast - Mikes your age so you should have a great time," he said with an evil grin, reminding me that I was no longer their 15 year old cousin, but their 8 year old cousin.
"Very funny," I mumbled, trying to sound more contrite than angry.
I turned and looked at the selection of clothes- what to wear!!
"Hey red ass!" beckoned Derek " Lets feel how warm I made it. Come over here."
"All right," I said, slowly getting use to my role in this perverted game. Being a good little boy, I scurried over.
"Bend over then, lets feel!....Looks like I beat you good, it sure is warm! You best mind me today - you don't want another eh!?"
"I certainly don't, Derek," I said still bent double "I'll be a good boy!"
WHAT WAS I SAYING!!
"Good - well get dressed then. Nice haircut too - suits you now!!" said Derek, as he began to take off his PJs.
When he was naked, he walked over to me and (again) started teasing me about passing easily as his little brother. He had a point. We were about the same height, me maybe a little shorter. The shaved head only made my hairless crotch stand out even more.
"Hey!" Derek said, taking a closer look at my private parts. "It looks like your balls are going to be ready to drop, soon!" He laughed.
"Stop it, please," I sighed, tearing up.
"You know, Stan's nuts dropped sometime last year, then the hair followed. And he was only nine and ten!"
"Well, that's good for him," I mumbled.
"Maybe by the time you're 18, huh?" he laughed, as I started rumaging through the clothes that had been put out for me. This just sucked more than anything that has ever sucked before!
"At that rate, you'll be laid before you're thirty!"
"Would you shut up," I sighed. "What do you know about being laid?"
"Please, dude," he said leaving the room laughing.
"I've had so much pussy since I was 9," he continued. "I don't know what to do with it!" He was laughing as he walked down the hall, stark naked.
_f_u_c_k_ing little _s_h_i_t_.
I grabbed a really yucky Disney t shirt and a pair of elastic waist shorts and pulled them on. The shorts were tight, but the t shirt was OK ish - a bit short. I checked myself in the mirror. I did look not much more than 8 or 9 - I couldn't believe it - a little kid that was growing real fast and out of his rather childish summer clothes a bit.
"Ah, man," I grumbled to myself. I know I had wanted so desperatly to be in clothes, but this...this was just retchid!
Meanwhile, Derek joined me at the mirror in his new Nike sweat pants and polo shirt and trainers. The kewl ensemble made him look older that his 12 years if anything, furthering this new gap between us.
I put on a pair of the hideous sandals, which also fitted, and the look was complete.
We trundled downstairs, where Derek's friend's mother had already arrived. "Hi boys," she said to us both. "You must be little Tom, Derek's young cousin."
"Hi, Mrs Parton," said Derek, which I copied, blushing.
"OK, Boys, you do what Mrs Parton says - any problems, and she can discipline you both as she sees fit. I've also explained that Derek is in charge of you, Tom, so she knows what to expect," Bill said.
RATS!