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Subject: Re: Monitoring boys shower activities

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Date Posted: 19:07:48 07/11/17 Tue
In reply to: Padrog 's message, "Re: Monitoring boys shower activities" on 03:58:20 07/07/17 Fri

".... This was always embarrassing to me as my mother must have known the reason. ...."

Yes, my mom always knew, or suspected. My undies gave me away if I had a wet dream. Whn I was acaught or culd not talk my way out of it ( Lie ) it meant a spanking often before I could go to school. I'd get what I later called the standard lecture about "Sin" and the Eternal Fires of hell right in the middle of he kitchen while my sister and whoever was here watched.
Then sometimes I'd get a second spanking when I got home for trying to lie my way out of it.
Once she became too sick to get worked up and spanker me she would have Kathy pull my PJs or school pant down and use the hairbrush on my bare heiney.
Sometimes I felt that Kathy would invite one of her friends over after school to "do homework" when she knew her friend would get to see her remove my pants and undies in front of them.
Standing there completely naked in front of some strange irl or some neighboring mom who was here for coffee and cke always seemed embarrassing. Around the time I was about fourteen mom decided that Kathy should shave me so I would look like a little boy. That was just added humiliation, especially when Kathy would run her fingers over my abdomen and tell mom that the hair was coming back.
Sometimes mom would say it was alright and other times she'd decide it should be part of my punishment.
If so, Kathy could lay a fresh towel over he cushions of the ottoman where I had to lie down with my legs spread and , yes, if Kathy had a friend or my cousin Patty over, they could watch her spry some soapy water all over my lower belly and between my balls and thighs. Then a fresh Gillete (***) blade was inserted in dad's safety razor and i'd be shaved and cross shaved til there was not a bit of stubble. Then to add to my humiliation, Kathy would insist I roll over and spread my heiney so she could, at he least wash the accumulation of soapy shaving lotion away and if possible to shave any hint of hair behind my balls.
But here 's a secret, or hat was a secret for a while.
I, began to enjoy her fingers and hands spreading the shaving cream as she rubbed it around my swelling pink peepee and balls, always getting a major erection and watching the girlfriend react, through a gamut of emotions. At first here might be shock and pretend disgust at seeing a boy's balls exposed that way, then a smile, a laugh and a giggle, perhaps some technical interest, a discussion for those who as babysitters for young boys, about the erectile reaction, sometimes how different the head of my circumcised peepee compared to the generally young babies or perhaps a brother or cousin's uncut peepee and finally the urge to help the wash-up after and hair was history.
Since mom had this religious taboo about the male penis, which I later learned might be from a combination ofwhat her Irish catholic upbringing had created and from some memories of being abused regularly by a close relative when she was prepubescent girl, once I removed my clothes and the spanking began, mom usually found something else to do. She might be close enough to enforce my spanking and in those cases, balding of my abdomen and heiney, but after a few bare heiney spankings she never interfered.
While mom was nearby, Kathy was all business, spanking hard enough to cause me to sob and cry real tears, but then she would mainly create loud slapping sounds and if possible would grip my peepee and finger my anus. She knew that unless the spanking was right after masturbating he could rub my erect penis s she applied he shaving cream, and eventually I would ejaculate, showing off her control of me to the delight of her friends. Often stifling their squeals as the fluid squirted straight up.
Here is another thing that is different from what I first thought. Kath was in the grade behind me and over time had put on her show to about six or seven classmates. I though that they might humiliate me in school. I sometimes saw two of them giggling as I passed them by and feared that the whole class knew that they had seen my peepee and balls. Or that I was a big baby after watching me almost bawling as my heiney turned red. But instead the younger girls who had been to our house seemed to be quite friendly with me as if they were sharing a big secret with me.
And the kicker is that after mom passed one or another of Kathy's friends participated in my spankings and even the shaving which occasionally meant we shaved each other and I learned how to masturbate them with my fingers so that I saw their slits up close. At first that w a disappointment. Sometimes we all slept together in my bed naked as jaybirds. That started a week after mom's services during a massive thunder storm hat killed the electric one night. Tor some time Kath had slipped onto my bed when the thunderboomers woke them up and since by that age I liked to slept naked it was not difficult to get them to remove their flimsy night clothes. At the height of the storm, perhaps way through the storm Kathy wanted to pee and did not want to go to the bathroom alone in the dark. She begged m to o with them and so I did, leaving my undershorts on the floor near he bed. The two girls had kept their panties on and we carefully made our was down the hallway in he dark guided by the flashing lightning. Kathy sat down to pee and mumbled that she had dribbled a bit in the crotch of her panties, so laughing I puled the thin undies from her ankles, tossed them in the general direction of a hamper. I could smell the pee odor and turned the water on a ace cloth, telling her that I would hav to wash between her legs. Of course, she said no, but by he way she had been laughing I knew that her "no" meant "yes." Her schoolmate that might was named Marjorie and she was laughing as well as her flow of urine sounded loud hitting the water in the toilet. I pushed Kathy against the countertop and began to lightly run the damp cloth around between her thighs, with Kath giggling as I did it.
"You make a good whoo-ha washer, Danny, even working in the dark."
As I took a towel and dried her groin area, Marjorie said, " me too, I need a servant to wash my whoo-ha too"
"Okay, stand up and hold my peepee so you do not fall."
"Oh yes, I'll be careful, Danny."
she said giggling about as happily as I ever remember her giggling.
About that moment there was a very bright, long lasting flash of lightning and there we were standing by the sink, all completely nude with both girls holding my bone hard peepee. Within a second or two the lightning ended, there was a deafening "Ka-BOOOM". The girls jumped, first almost pulling my erector out from whatever root it had, I dropped the towel I had between Marjorie's legs, my arms grabbed both girls around their shoulders, pulling them close enough to where I could feel their boobies on my chest, and we feel on to the small carpet on the floor in a fumble of arms, legs, one peepee and two scrunched up balls.
" Are you okay?" and the response were a jumble of "Yes", Okay", "Oh, my knee !" along with the end of screams. "Let's run to the bed and get under a blanket."
"Yes, help me up."
"I think you broke my little peepee."
"Giggles ..."

All at once. Within a minute, or less, we were all, lying together and chattering at once under a warm blanket in my bed.
The phones worked and dad called asking if we were alright. He was supposedly staying overnight at the store, but by then we knew he was likely sleeping over at Kim's house, one of his staff.
For anyone who is worried, no my peepee did not break.
In the morning we checked all our moving parts and except for a small bruise on Marjorie's knee, w were alright. The electric came on that afternoon. I am sure it was ten AM before we decided to get dressed and the girls checked my poor little peepee to see if it could swell pup as before. I took advantage of the situation to examine the girls for injuries and they played along telling me that I was now their servant and had to message their legs, arms and shoulders, and was not allowed to dress until I finished serving the breakfast.

" To look sharp every time you shave,
To feel sharp and be on the ball,
To be sharp, use Gillette Blue Blades,
It's the quickest, slickest shave of all ! "

If you remember that jingle you are as old as I am.

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