I thought that I would be the grown up and Trent the child, but my uncle still made me sleep in just a shirt. I was still a kid he said, not yet 18, I just had complete authority over Trent -- another child -- was all. I was still expected to obey him and my aunt, and he promised to make Nichole leave me alone. Before going to bed I took one of Trent's shirts, which was much larger than mine, and slept in it. Trent was still stuck with my little shirt that did nothing to cover him, even when he pulled and stretched it down it still only covered him about half way down his privates forcing him to walk with his hands down in front as though he were naked. His butt hung out in full view.

I awoke early the next morning to the sounds of my aunt and Nichole making breakfast in the kitchen. Jake was just beginning to wake up and Trent was out cold in his sleeping bag. I reached out and grabbed my underwear and pants and put them on inside my bag, and got up and went into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Matt" said my aunt.

"Morning" I said.

"Breakfast will be ready in a minute. Why don't you get everybody up?" she said.

"Jake --" I started.

"I'm up. I'm up" he said, pulling on his pants.

Ah, Trent. How to wake up Trent in the worst way possible? Suddenly a car horn blasted out front startling us all and waking Trent. "Funny" said my aunt. "That doesn't sound like your uncle's car at all."

"Did he go somewhere?" I asked.

"He needed to borrow some things from the Carters" she said. "And he's late" she added in mock annoyance. I looked out the front window and saw a large tow truck with the Carter's car behind it, and the driver, my uncle, and Mr. and Mrs. Carter getting out.

"It's a tow truck!" said Jake.

"Oh, for heaven's sake" said my aunt, joining us at the window. The whole group of them came banging up the porch steps and into the cabin led by my uncle. "What happened?" asked my aunt.

"Our car broke down, Helen" said Mrs. Carter. "Can you believe it? We took Robert out to do a quick drive-by another house we like and suddenly there was this horrible noise --"

"We were closer to here than there, so we had the truck bring us over here" said my uncle. "We'll have to drive them back later. Sorry to invade you, honey." She scowled at all of them, but walked over to my uncle and turned her cheek up for him to kiss, which he did.

I did NOT want to see the Carters again. The last time they had seen me I was buck naked being spanked over my uncle's knee. "Hello again, Matthew" said Mr. Carter.

"Hello, sir" I mumbled. I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Who wants breakfast?" asked my aunt. "Mr?"

"Keegan, ma'am" said the driver. "Paul Keegan." He was muscular and shorter than my uncle. Somewhere around 5'10" I would have guessed.

"Mr. Keegan" she said. "Will you join us?"

"Yes, thank you, ma'am" he said. "That'd be great."

"Are you in school, young man?" asked my aunt. "You look about Nichole's age."

"I'm 22" he said. "just graduated. I drive the truck for my dad sometimes."

"How nice" said my aunt. "We'd just love for Nichole to find a nice young man your age." She accented "your age" just enough for Nichole to feel the dig, though Mr. Keegan didn't notice. "Well, everybody let's make room around the table. Drag some chairs over boys."

"Trent" said my uncle. "Get up and help Matt move some of the livingroom chairs over to the table."

Trent was sitting up in his sleeping bag with his whole lower body still in the bag. He looked around for his pants. "You got a hearing problem?" asked my uncle.

"Just looking for my pants, sir" he said, looking upward through hair that flopped down from his forehead.

"Get up Trent. Now. You can find your pants after breakfast -- if Matt decides to let you put them on." This made Mr. Keegan look over at Trent curiously, and my uncle proceeded to explain to everyone present what had transpired over the last several days and how Trent was being punished. Mr. Carter chuckled and said, "Very appropriate."

Trent was standing now with his hands down in front of his privates. The Carters and my relatives ignored him, but the truck driver kept glancing over in our direction, and openly stared as Trent had to let go of his shirt to use his hands to help me move an ottoman over to the end of the table.

"Mommy," said Jake, "can I just wear swimming trunks today?"

My uncle answered him and said, "Sure son. It's already sweltering out there today."

"Jake," I said. "Bring me the sun block, would you?" We were all mostly seated around the table then. Trent was sitting/hiding on the couch in the livingroom area.

"Sure" said Jake, and he returned in a moment with the tube. I tossed it to Trent and said, "We're going to spend the whole day outside, Trent. Put this on."

He uncapped the tube, squeezed some into his hand and started to rub it into his shins and calves.

"No, Trent" I said. "Not on the couch. Stand over there" I said, pointing to an open area between the table and the living room. Trent walked over, clumsily trying to cover himself with both hands while still holding onto the now slick tube of sun block. He bent forward and began rubbing the lotion into the tops of his feet and his ankles.

"Trent" I said. He looked up at me from where he was bending, and I knew he knew what I had in mind. "Stand up straight, take off your shirt, and start with your face and work your way down."

He stood up and put his hands in front of himself, leaving the tube of sun block on the floor. Mr. and Mrs. Carter were watching us both, and though my aunt was talking with the truck driver, he kept looking over at Trent. My uncle said, "You want to go cut another switch, Trent?"

"No, Sir" said Trent, almost defiantly. He pulled his shirt up over his head, threw it on the floor and picked up the sun block and began putting it on. His face was completely expressionless, though his shoulders, neck and face were getting redder by the second. Trent had wide shoulders and a narrow waste, he had a very athletic body and I wished I looked like that. The hair under his arm was dark and only curled a little at the end, the rest of him was hairless except for his legs (which wasn't much) and his pubes. He stood there, stark naked, his thick short dick resting on his balls one of which hung only slightly lower than the other.

Mr. Carter said, "Boy, you're just not going to let up on him today, are you Matthew?"

"He did the same thing to me" I said, and Mr. Carter looked over at Trent with an expression I couldn't read. I think he was mad, but I couldn't tell. Trent was rubbing the lotion into his thighs, and I noticed he was avoiding his dick.

"Everything Trent" I said, nodding my head, though he knew what I meant. Before he even reached for it, it started to grow. He slicked the lotion down his dick and balls and was half hard by he time the "white" of the lotion blended with his skin. It didn't get much thicker, but it was now much longer. He was breathing shallowly, and I thought he couldn't be too far from losing it.

"Don't forget your back" I said.

"I can't really reach" he said, keeping his voice flat and expressionless.

"Yes, you can" I said. "Put some in your hands." He complied. "Now reach back and rub it into your butt cheeks." I said, and Mr. Keegan smirked.

Trent did as he was told, reaching back with both hands and rubbed his butt. That was when his dick started to actually "stand up" and he quickly turned his back to us.

"And there's the other view" said Mr. Keegan quietly, but nobody seemed to notice but me.

I got up from the table and walked over to stand in front of Trent. His dick was rock hard, and bobbed slightly in tune with his heartbeat. There were tears in his eyes, though he wasn't yet crying. He said in just barely a whisper, "Please, Matt. I'm sorry, okay?"

Also whispering I said, "Maybe you should go get some hand lotion and show us all how to take care of that." A tear rolled down his face, and he just barely shook his head no and said, "Please."

Loudly I said, "You need to use the bathroom, Trent?" and nodded toward the bathroom door. He took off like a shot and no one saw that he was hard, though Mr. Keegan must have known because he had been watching us both intently.

"You're not going to keep him like that, are you Robert?" asked Mrs. Carter. "I can't believe he let my little girl see young Matt here the way he did. You know boys their age look like young men, if you catch my meaning." That made me blush, and Mrs. Carter said, "What is he, some kind of exhibitionist?"

"I'm so sorry about little Tammy, Marjorie" said my aunt.

"Matt," said my uncle. "Go get Trent and tell him to come out here with some underwear on, and tell him to bring my hairbrush."

"Yes, sir" I said, trying not to grin too much. I would have loved to have kept Trent naked, but the hairbrush meant that he was going to get it again -- this time in front of the whole family and the Carters and the truck driver.

I went into the bathroom and had to push past Trent who was trying to hold the door closed with one hand while he masturbated furiously with the other. "Hey, stop it" I said, but he kept going, like he was in some kind of race.

"Uncle Ro -- " I started, and Trent immediately dropped his hand and said, "Okay, okay. Don't, okay?"' I closed the door behind me.

"Put your hands on your head" I said. He did so, and I could see he was trembling a little. It made me feel good. I reached over and slapped his dick down hard, making him grunt. He was so stiff it barely moved. "Keep your hands on your head" I said, as his right started to come down. Again he complied, and I slapped his dick harder making him draw in a sharp breath.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't make you go out there and jack off in front of everybody." I said.

"I would never do that to you" he said. "I never did anything like that, okay? I'll do whatever you say, Matt. I have to do whatever you say, but please please please don't make me do that. Please. I'll do anything you say."

I undid my pants and took them off. "Come over here" I said, and Trent stepped over to me. "Kneel down" I said. He did so, putting his head a at about my belly button. My heart was beating fast, and I had to work to keep my voice even. "Pull them down" I said. Trent looked up at me kind of sideways, grimacing. He reached for my waistband with his right hand, and half heartedly pulled at one side. "Do it" I said.

He reached up with both hands and pulled off my underwear, leaning backward and turning his head to one side. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face forward, waiving my half-hard dick in his face with my other hand. "You want it, don't you?" I said.

"Oh, God. Please don't make me do that, Matt."

I pushed his head away and said, "What do you think I am, some kind of homo? Get up." I reached down and picked up my underwear. "Geez!" I said, looking at his dick. It had shriveled to nothing while Trent was on his knees. "Too bad" I said, handing Trent my underwear and picking up my pants.

"Put those on" I said, pulling up my pants. He looked at me sideways, but stepped into them and pulled them up. Like my undershirt, they were much too small and tight for him. He shifted uneasily from one foot to the next. "Happy? Ready to go back out there?" I asked.

He pulled at the elastic on "his" underwear and said, "They're so tight."

"You'd rather walk around naked?" I asked.

"No" he said, and tried to smile wryly at me, like in an attempt to be friends. "I look ridiculous" he said, trying to get me to smile.

"Yeah, you do" I said, and finally did smile. His own smile broadened, and then I nodded my head toward the sink and said "Uncle Robert said for you to bring him the hairbrush."

Trent's whole body kind of slouched and he made an exasperated little whine, and I said, "It's not my idea. He told me to tell you to put on some underwear and to make sure you brought him the brush." I couldn't help but add, "How many do you think you'll be able to take before you start balling your head off in front of everybody?" I did an about face, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door wide open for Trent to follow.

We walked back into the main room and my uncle said, "What the devil took you so long?"

"Trent had to go to the bathroom, sir" I said.

Trent walked into view in my ridiculously tight and too-small underwear carrying my uncle's hairbrush. It was made of a dark brown wood, with long stiff bristles on one side and a smooth flat back on the other -- the perfect makeshift paddle. My uncle walked over to him and, taking him by the ear, dragged him over to stand at the end of the table.

"Mr. and Mrs. Carter are very disturbed by your behavior the other day young man" said my uncle. "You have some apologizing to do."

"What were you THINKING" said Mrs. Carter indignantly "parading young Matthew around practically naked in front of my little girl?" I know I blushed a deep red, and when the tow truck driver glanced up at me I looked away ashamed. "She's asking all kinds of questions I didn't think I'd have to answer for years!"

"I'm sorry ma'am" said Trent, looking at the floor.

"'I'm sorry' isn't good enough, young man" said Mr. Carter. "I hope you're learning a valuable lesson today."

"Yes, sir" whispered Trent.

"Speak up" said my uncle.

"Yes, sir" said Trent loudly.

"That's better" said my uncle. "Now go offer Mrs. Carter the hairbrush, look at her not the floor, and apologize properly."

Trent walked over to stand between Mr. and Mrs. Carter. He looked into her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am" and with a trembling hand held out the hairbrush to her.

"Well then" said Mrs. Carter, looking down into her lap.

"Take it" said Mr. Carter.

"I only spank the boys with my hand" said Mrs. Carter. "You know that. Oh, I think he deserves it, don't get me wrong. But I can hardly take a boy his size over my lap."

Mr. Carter stood up and plucked the hairbrush out of Trent's hand and said, "Come here, young man" and, grabbing Trent's shoulder, positioned him so that he was bent at the waste, his hands on the seat of Mr. Carter's chair. "Come over here, Marjorie" said Mr. Carter. "It's about time you learned how to do this in case one of ours starts to get too big for his britches. They'll all be this size soon, you know."

Mrs. Carter stood up and walked over to stand next to her husband. "Take it" he said, handing her the brush. She grabbed the handle and stood at Trent's side as her husband moved out of the way and took his wife's chair. "Keep your hands on that chair, young man" he said.

Trent hung his head in resignation.

"Mr. Carter's talking to you, Trent" said my aunt.

"Yes, sir!" said Trent, and I could hear the dread in his voice.

Mrs. Carter put her hand lightly on Trent's back and, without any warning or preamble landed the brush on Trent's butt with a loud SPLAT!

"Oh!" cried Trent.

SPLAT!

"Oh!" he lifted his head this time, then let it fall back down again.

"You see, Marjorie?" said Mr. Carter. "It's not so hard."

SPLAT!

"OH! Oh. Ha." Trent's feet were dancing now.

SPLAT!

"Arghhh!!!!" he screamed, and finally started to cry quietly.

SPLAT!'

"OW! Ow! Ow" Trent said, over and over again through his tears.

SPLAT! Went the brush a sixth time.

"OW!"

SPLAT!

"OW!!!

SPLAT!

"OW! OW! OW!! OW!!!" yelled Trent, now sobbing uncontrollably. Mrs. Carter kept her hand on his back, but dropped the hairbrush down to her side. She switched the brush to her other hand, and stroked the back of Trent's head with her right.

"All right" she said, trying to console him. "There, there, now. You're a good boy." Trent sobbed and sobbed, and I thought I would actually be more humiliated by her comforting if I were in his shoes.

"God, daddy!" shouted Nichole. "I can't believe you're doing this!"

"Nichole" said Mrs. Carter, "you'll understand all this better someday if you ever have a little girl that experiences what ours did yesterday. Trent's getting exactly what we'd give either of our boys" and she patted Trent's butt gently.

"Stand up, Trent" said my uncle "and thank Mrs. Carter."

Trent stood and turned to face her. His face was flushed and streaked with tears and his hair was matted with sweat. "Thank you, mom -- I mean, ma'am" he corrected himself quickly and blushed an even deeper shade of red.

Mrs. Carter chuckled, and Mr. Carter said, "See Marjorie? Your mom still spanks you, does she Trent?"

He mumbled some response, and my uncle said, "Speak UP, Trent."

"Sometimes" he said, a little above a whisper.

Nichole looked stricken, her "very mature for his age" boyfriend having just admitted that his mom still spanked him. Having no other target for her anger she turned on the tow truck driver and said, "Don't YOU think this is all just a little weird?!?"

"Oh, gosh" he said. "This is nothing compared to Madera Ranch" he said.

"What's Madera Ranch?" asked Jake.

"It's a -- " he hesitated. "It's a kind of boy's ranch in West Virginia. I spent about eight months there when I was a kid." He looked at Jake and said, "Trust me, kid. You don't ever want to end up there."

"Worse" snapped Nichole. "Sure. Right. Madera Ranch Country Club, you mean."

"No, really" said Mr. Keegan. "It was awful. It was horrible." He looked down at the table, and there was a distant quality to his voice. "We had boots and work pants to wear in class and for some work details. Otherwise all we had were the boots -- all exercise periods and most work details -- just the boots. We had no privacy at all. The showers and latrines and wank trough were out in the middle of the main yard with no walls or stalls or anything -- every little aspect of our lives was controlled by the supervisors. There were all kinds of rules and everything was punishable by a paddling on the bare -- "

"What's a wank trough?" asked Jake, interrupting.

Mr. Keegan blushed and said, "Oh, uh, never mind about that." He laughed nervously. "You just make sure your parents don't send you there when you get older, little guy."

"Madera Ranch?" said my aunt. "I've never heard of it."

"Lucky for him" said Mr. Keegan, indicating Jake. "Not that he's old enough yet."

"Well you seem like a very nice young man, Mr. Keegan" said my aunt.

"Just Paul, ma'am" he said. "Yeah, I guess we all benefitted from it. A lot, I guess. But while I was there -- aye, I don't really want to talk about it."

"They made you run around in nothing but boots?" I asked, incredulously.

"Paul just said he didn't want to talk about it, Matt" said my uncle.

"Yeah" said Paul. "It's all guys and you get used to it after a while; unless you pulled kitchen detail." He looked down at his lap and his voice lowered "or when there were visitors." He looked at me and, kind of flinching, said, "You know, cafeteria ladies and sponsors' wives and all."

He had been talking for maybe a minute, but my mind was reeling with what he had said. "Anyway," he continued, "trust me, getting the hairbrush like that isn't so bad. If any of us had pulled a stunt like this guy -- you know, like impersonating a supervisor -- " he shuddered. "Just -- you're gettin' off easy by comparison is all. You'll live through it" he said, and smiled at Trent who looked back at him but didn't say anything and just swallowed hard.

"Well let's eat before everything gets cold" said my aunt. Trent sat between me and Jake and didn't say a word all through the meal. When everyone finished my aunt suggested we go out front for coffee. There was a picnic table in the front yard, and most of the adults gathered out there. Mr. Keegan -- Paul -- excused himself to the bathroom, and Jake changed into his swimming trunks while Trent and I waited for him. Jake wanted to make sure he got a chance to boss Trent around.

Paul came out of the bathroom as Jake was putting on his shoes and said, "You going to stay like that all day?" to Trent, who was still only wearing my small underwear.

"You like watching me get it?" said Trent, more surly than I'd heard him since his little secret had been discovered. "You've been watching me ever since you got here; think I didn't notice."

"Trent -- " I started, but Paul held up his hand.

"He has to do anything you say, kid?" asked Paul.

"Yeah" answered Trent. "Anything HE says, not you, so why don't you just take your truck and get back to work already?" I guess Trent was venting on the only person he thought it was safe to.

"Well maybe I should ask Matt for the hairbrush, Trent" said Paul calmly.

"That's not a bad idea" I said, brightening.

Working hard to keep his voice even, Trent said, "It's just a _s_h_i_t_ty day, all right? I'm sorry, all right? I just thought -- I just -- "

"Ooo, you said the 's' word" said Jake.

"Don't worry, kid" said Paul. "I'm not going to use the hairbrush on you" he said, eyeing Trent up and down. He walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder. We stood together facing Trent.

"You know, Matt -- may I call you Matt? The first thing they did to us at the ranch was to delouse us. You know what that is, Trent?"

"Sort of" said Trent, looking worried.

"See," continued Paul, "usually when you get deloused they strip you naked and blast you with a medicated powder. That's too expensive for the ranch, so they just took us out into the courtyard, hosed us down and made us soap up from head to toe." He looked over at Trent and grinned wickedly. "Then they shaved every last hair off our bodies. No hair, nowhere for the vermin to live. Then they hosed us down again and made us get up on a little table one by one on our hands and knees and gave us each an enema. You gettin' my drift, kid?"

I liked Paul. I liked him a lot.

"There's a hose outside" said Jake, merrily. "What's an enema?"

Trent looked from me to Paul and back again. He looked sick; literally like he was going to throw up. I looked up at Paul who still had his arm around me. I looked back at Trent and said, "Meet us out front with the washtub, Trent."

NOTE from the author: I got so many great suggestions for Trent's punishments that I have to work them into the next installment. Still, keep 'em coming! I'm really enjoying putting these together.

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