The trouble started about three months ago. I was there cleaning while Bev was getting ready for work. I heard her scream and come out of the bedroom in nothing but a towel. “BOYS! GET YOU BUTTS OUT HERE NOW!” she boomed.
Alex came running out. “What is it, mom?” He asked defensively.
She was holding a wad of bras, shaking them at her elder son. “Where is your brother?”
“He’s in the shower. What’s the matter?” Kyle asked again.
“Did you do this?” she asked, holding out the bras. In the commotion, I peeked over to watch. I could see the bras were stretched out, broken and otherwise useless.
“No. It was Kyle.” Alex said. “He said he was trying to build a slingshot out of them.”
“KYLE! GET OUT HERE THIS INSTANT!” She screamed into the bathroom. After a second, she opened the door herself and dragged him out, dripping and naked.
“What did you do to my bras?”
Kyle began crying, “I’m sorry, mom. I was just playing with them.”
Suddenly, Kyle noticed me standing there and turned red as a beet. His hands went to his crotch, and he tried making a break for it. Bev’s grip on his arm was too strong and the two of them fell.
“You are not going anywhere!” she told him firmly, climbing back to her feet. Unfortunately, in the scuffle, Kyle wound up sitting on the edge of her towel, which fell to the floor just as she stood.
Alex burst out laughing as the mother and son squared off with one another. It took half a second for it to sink in, but Bev calmly reach down and yanked the towel away from her young son and slid it back onto her body.
“Do you think this is funny?” Bev demanded, turning her attention to Alex.
“No.” he said, still laughing. “Well, a little.”
“You.” She said, pointing at Kyle. “Stand right there and do not move.”
Kyle was still crying but did as he was told. Hand still covering is tiny penis, and now shivering from the water evaporating from his wet little body.
Looking to me, Bev said, “Angela, please watch Kyle and make sure he doesn’t move.”
“Mom! Let me get dressed at least!” Kyle pleaded.
Instead, Bev grabbed Alex by the arm and dragged him off to another room to yell at him. I could overhear her blaming the older brother for not keeping his younger sibling out of mischief. After a few minutes she had sent him to his room. By the time she returned, she was dressed.
“Look at this!” she demanded. “How can I go to work like this?” She made a jerking motion towards her chest. Her breasts were not particularly large, but her nipples were especially pointy. “Everyone in the office is going to know I’m not wearing a bra.”
Kyle still tried babbling his apologies, but she was having none of it. “You just wait til your father gets home!” She threatened.
Kyle looked more scared at this point, though he was very intentionally not moving his hand from his groin. “Bev, I…” I started to tell her I needed to finish my work.
“Oh, of course.” Bev said. “Do you have anything to do this afternoon?” She asked me. In fact, my afternoon client that day was out of town, so I was free.
“Nothing.” I told her.
“Can I have you stay and keep an eye on the boys today. Just until Mike gets home.” Bev asked. “Your normal rate, of course.”
“Sure, no problem.” I assured her.
Suddenly, Kyle started calming down from being yelled at. Now he was becoming self-conscious about his current nudity. “Mom, can I please go get dressed?” he asked.
Bev gave him a measured look before saying, “I don’t think so. No, you never listen to me. So why not spend the day like this…”
“What? But ma…” He pleaded.
“Not another word, or I’ll make it a week.” She said sternly.
Kyle’s mouth moved, but he managed not to make any sound.
“Come with me.” She said, grabbing him by the same arm he had been holding his crotch with. She led him down the stairs.
I spent the next hour cleaning up the upstairs. When I came down to finish the kitchen and living room, I saw Kyle sitting on the couch watching TV. When he saw me, I saw his face flash red, and he pulled a small pillow over his crotch. He smiled nervously at me. When I didn’t say anything, but just began cleaning, he went back to watching TV. Occasionally, I would catch him glancing to see if I was staring at him.
As I cleaned the living room, I noticed him looking uncomfortable there. “Why don’t you go play outside?” I suggested.
“Are you serious? Like this? It’s bad enough I have to have you see me naked. Who else?” He complained.
“Do you mind if I clean in here?” I asked.
“I don’t have a choice.” He said.
After dusting, I had to vacuum the floor. “Excuse me.” I said, holding the hose extension. “I need to vacuum the couch.”
“I’m not supposed to move.” He said.
“It’ll just take a minute.” I assured him.
Slowly, he stood up. As she started to walk to the edge of the room, I snatched the little throw pillow from him. His face turned beet red. “I need to clean this too.”
He quickly dropped his hands to cover his tiny member. I tried to cover my laugh. He was so shy all of a sudden. I finished vacuuming but before he got back to the couch, I said, “Let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll fix you some lunch.”
Kyle eyed the little pillow but nodded. I heard his stomach growl at the mention of food. “Have you seen your brother?” I asked.
“He went over to Stevie’s house.” Kyle said.
“What would you like for lunch?” I asked him.
Again with the red face, he stuttered. “I dunno… a sandwich I guess.”
I fixed an extra one for Alex, in case he ever came back to eat it. While Kyle ate his lunch, I finished cleaning the kitchen. She had left a note with instructions. Not that I really needed it.
Angela,
Kyle is under punishment. For the rest of the day, he is not to wear any clothes. Do not let him out of your sight. He is allowed 2 hours of screen time. Since he was watching the TV when I left, his time should have expired by the time you finished cleaning. Make sure he does something educational. If he puts up a fuss, tell him I said if he acts up, he’ll be raking the yard.
Thanks,
Bev
PS
Do NOT let Kyle out of your sight.
“Kyle, after you finish eating, I need to go clean the garage.” I told him.
“Okay. I’ll just stay and watch TV.” He said.
I showed him the note.
“No screen time? That sucks!” He complained. “So I guess I’ll go read a book.”
I pointed to the bottom line. ‘Do NOT let Kyle out of your sight.’
“You want me to go to the garage with you? It’s across the YARD!” He said.
I nodded.
Kyle worked his mouth but must’ve read the part about raking the yard if he acts up. Instead, he did a silent protest by eating inhumanly slow. Eventually, he finished. I watched him walk ahead of me, hands on his penis and butt crack, make his way across the yard to the detached garage. He opened the side door and then quickly closed it when I was inside.
“It’ll go faster if you help.” I offered.
“What do you want me to do?” He said.
“I need to sweep the garage up. Can you move the bikes and lawn mower over there when? I’ll sweep under them and then you can move them back.”
I know he resented it, but he nodded. He clearly wanted this humiliation to be over with. As soon as he grabbed the handles of his bike, I pressed the button and the garage door began to open.
“What are you doing? Everyone’ll see me!” Kyle yelped. He wasn’t wrong. The garage door opened to the driveway facing the street that passed by the house.
“Look, nobody’s out there. You’ll be fine.” I said.
“Hurry!” He said, moving the other bike and lawnmower to the far side of the garage. He ducked down behind them while I swept.
“Okay, move them back and I’ll finish the other half.” I said.
Kyle peeked out from his hiding spot. It was still clear. He quickly moved the lawnmower back to where it started. As he was walking back to get his bike, a girl’s voice called out “Hi Kyle! Oh my gawd! WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!”
Kyle froze in place. Perhaps if he stayed still long enough, she would leave him alone. No luck. The little girl was named Kimmy, and she was the same age as Kyle. She walked straight up to him and said, “Don’t ignore me. Why are you naked?”
“I’m being punished.” Kyle said. “Keep your voice down. Please.”
Suddenly, Kimmy started laughing. “I’m sorry… this is soooo funny.”
“No, it is not. Please, whisper.” Kyle pleaded.
“Okay.” Kimmy whispered. “Can I help?” She asked me.
“Sure, can you move the other bike over here?” I asked.
Kimmy moved Alex’s bike while Kyle moved his own. I finished sweeping and Kyle immediately closed the door. “Kimmy, are you hungry?” I asked when I had finished cleaning the garage.
“I dunno, if it’s not too much trouble.” She said.
“No trouble, I made a sandwich for Alex, but he didn’t come back.”
“She can’t come inside!” Kyle said.
“Why not? You’re being punished, not me.” Kimmy said cheerfully.
“Besides, you are not allowed any more screen time today. Now you have someone to play with.” Kyle started to protest as I said. “Come on, you two.”
Suddenly, Kyle remembered that his hands were free and he immediately covered his privates before we made our way back across the yard so I could feed Kimmy her lunch.
{TO BE CONTINUED}
