He sees it all unfold

Arnold stared dumbly at the video of his pink naked butt jiggling with every silly slap, as his sister made contact while chastising him like a kid.

"You aren't doing a good job listening," Arnold heard his sister shout.

The video showed a few more hard wacks as Arnold began to tear up like a baby, his yelping voice clearly more high pitched then the "first" video.

"I dont know what's gotten into you lately, but first I catch you outside naked and now when I give you simple instructions you don't follow them", Veronica shouted while swatting.

This image of a teenage girl punishing her peer of a brother as if he were a ten year old kid would have looked comical, if she didn't seem so believable in her stressed tone.

"I'm sorry, I'll listen to what you say'' Arnold can be heard saying in the video.

"First I want to hear an apology."

"I am sorry", he said.

"Are you sorry, Arnold Stewart?"

His full name emimatimg from the tinny computer speakers felt like another documented blow to his potential denial.

He was almost mad as he kept listening, hearing his former-self respond with such swift confirmation.

"I am sorry."

"Are you sorry you came outside naked", she asked angry.

"Yes, I'm sorry I came outside naked", he cried for all to see and further document.

"Are you sorry all my friend were made to see your silly naked baby bum?"

"Yes", he replied whimpering.

"Say I promise I will stop showing off my dinky."

Arnold's momentary hesitation about the humiliating word she was using to describe his manly endowment was lost on the audience, as his his whimpers and sniveling filled the short seconds before he replied with seeming earnest.

"Yes, I'll stop showing it off".

"And you promise to stop making everyone look", she asked genuinely.

"Yes I promise".

Arnold watched himself speak in the video, realizing that the eagerness in his voice to end the brutally embarrassing situation could very easily be misinterpreted by a viewer as an eagerness to have his sister believe his promise as "real".

"Good. And will you listen when I give you direction next time?", she asked in the video.

"Yes I will listen."

She stopped spanking him and freed his wrist.

Arnold stared worriedly at the video as it ended with visions of him sobbing like a baby and throwing his free hand over his burning butt like a suddenly embarrassed child. For the first time Arnold noticed his sister in the video say the words, "Good, now keep that worm covered."

Rather than stopping, this time the video restarted on its own and Arnold had to snap himself back to reality to hit the button and pause the nightmare.

Everyone was going to see this, he thought. How could he possibly deny what looked like a small erection when that wasn't the truth and he knew it. How could he get the truth out there without further --

Once again Arnold's thoughts were broken with this new notification sound which was rapidly becoming annoyingly old to him. He looked at the feed below the newly added videos and saw that Carter had returned to the conversation, simply asking "What is it with this kid?"

Kid!? Arnold fumed to himself. He was 18 and an adult. He was certainly older than Carter. Surprisingly, out of every insulting and humiliating thing that had happened to Arnold over the last two days, hearing Carter call him a kid seemed to irk him the most.

Arnold began typing out a reply. He was only a few words in when the dinging began again. Arnold looked up to see a reply to Carters comment, then another and another. This time the messages came in so quickly Arnold had almost no time to digest one message before another chimed in.

The first reply to Carter was from another girl that was in his yard that day. It read:

"My sister takes a psych class and I think I know what his issue is. He needs people to tell him the truth. A lot!"

"No... you really think that's it?", a reply from Carter asked.

"I do. Think about it. First he makes sure everyone knows a naked picture of him with a healthy penis is definitely fake. Then he shares a real picture so everyone can see what he really truly looks like. Than he measures his penis at its absolute maximum AND takes a picture so everyone knows exactly how little his dinky is. Then he goes outside naked and every girl he walks up to he asks them to look. He actually tricked them into seeing his tiny penis."

Another girl's reply to her message continued this line of diagnoses.

"It certainly was a trick. I think he thinks it's big and needs people to tell him otherwise."

"I think he needs a babysitter. His sister certainly got him in line. As soon as she was done teaching him a lesson he went straight in the house and into his room to do homework."

"Nerd".

"Naked nerd".

Arnold was flabbergasted that so much wrong information could be taken as serious under the guise that these girls were witness and present for something that didn't even unfold the way they say.

He wanted to clarify but the girls just kept teasing and there was little he could do other than read fast and catch up.

"A babysitter sounds smart to me".

"I dont like that he tricked us. I mean if he wants to show it to people, go on little guy, but not everyone needs to see it. I suggest that if any girl should run into Arnold they should let him know right away that they've seen his dinky already and they know exactly how little it is. And if he tries to whine or say anything about looking online or anything about his brother or tricks they should just pull out a picture of his dinky with the ruler and show it to him, that way he won't be able to argue or anything."

"That's a great idea. I'm gonna screenshot it now so it's in my pocket and handy at ALL times."

"Me too"

"Same"

Arnold's jaw hit the floor as the messages showed no signs of slowing.

"Same"

"Based on his profile update he definitely would benefit from a babysitter....again."

Arnold was so knew to the social media world that he thought the word profile referred to his silhouette or body type. He had no idea what she was talking about. He would not learn just how humiliating her insinuation was for another few minutes.

In the meantime, Arnold began writing a quick reply of his own into the comment box. He spent a good few seconds hoping his feelings on the matter would be clear. However, when he hit the submit button, nothing happened.

Arnold had already been dealing with lockout issues and edit problems, but now he couldn't even submit a comment?

Arnold clicked at the top of the page and found a settings option. Unfortunately, when he clicked the settings icon a warning box appeared that said he needed to enter his password.

Carter! Arnold jumped to his feet, threw on a nearby pair of shorts and headed straight down the hallway towards Carter's room.

As soon as he walked in he saw Carter finish clicking on his keyboard and reduced his computer screen so Arnold couldn't get a glimpse of what was on it.

"Enough is enough! Give me the password so I can put up my own comments", Arnold shouted.

"Why would I do that?", Carter asked

"Listen my reputation could get ruined. I need to say something and fast!!"

"Alright, alright", replied Carter. "I'll make a deal with you. I don't want to make fun of you any more, you're too easy a target. What I'd really like to do is move on to making fun of Veronica."

Arnold was taken aback. He himself wanted to get back at Veronica for humiliating him and spanking his naked butt. He also wanted to get back at Carter but he was happy to get what little **** he could at the moment. More importantly, he wanted to get out of the spotlight as fast as possible.

"Fine. Make fun of her. What do you need me for?"

"Well, I can't just make stuff up, that's not fun", Carter said.

"Why not, you made up that my penis was only 1 inch when hard", Arnold shouted.

"Yeah", Carter said. "I made it up."

"You did! I'm three inches when hard!"

"Alright alright, I believe you", Carter continued. "Anyway, here's what I need. Last week Veronica was complaining all day on laundry day that she didnt have any clean socks from that new brand she likes. I know because I had to listen to her whining all day about having to wear some stupid old pair of frilly little girl socks. I saw her wearing them, it was hilarious. They looked like they belonged on a 12 year old girl. They had stupid lace and they were all pink and overworn. She apparently hasn't had to wear them for years. It was so funny to see her stuck wearing them", Carter added with a superior snort.

"So, what do you need from me?", Arnold asked.

"Well, I heard her go down to the living room to start her show like ten minutes ago. She should be down there for an hour. If you want me to give you the password to your page, you just have to sneak in her room real quick and grab me those stupid socks. I know for a fact she hasn't done laundry yet so they're probably still all worn and nasty."

"And if I do that, then I'll get the password?"

"Of course", Carter said honestly. "You won't be able to change or edit anything that's already been put up there, but you can add or post or reply to anything you want, however you want from now on, I promise."

Arnold thought for a few seconds about how much humiliation he would have to bare tomorrow at school if he didnt hurry up and get online and quash the nonsense now.

"Ok I'll do it", said Arnold.

"Not so fast, dude. Theres one last thing I need from you before I can hold up my end of the bargain."

"What is it? "

"Well you keep saying you have a three inch penis. If that's really true (Arnold began nodding profusely), then I want to see it, for real. No tricks", Carter said seemingly curious.

"Really? You won't make me pull my pants up halfway through and say you didnt see it or something?"

"No. In fact, I demand that you take those shorts off and give them to me so I can't do that to you."

Arnold didn't want to waste a second to give his brother a chance to play tricks or slow him down. Arnold swiftly pulled his shorts off, threw them at Carter and stroked his penis for just a few seconds. His tiny penis almost instantly began growing to two inches, and counting.

Carter nodded in admiration as he folded up his brother's shorts and continued watching.

"Not bad, bro", said Carter.

"Not done yet either", replied an emboldened Arnold.

Arnold continue playing with himself until his penis was fully extended to its usual 3 inches when erect.

"There! Now you can see it."

"Yes I can. I'm sorry, I was wrong", replied Carter.

"Good", said Arnold extending his hand for his shorts. "Now I'll go to Veronica's room and grab those stupid girly socks for you."

Carter nodded but did not hand his brother the shorts.

"Great. But go quick so she doesn't catch us."

"I need my shorts first", Arnold said with his hand still outstretched.

"No, I'm keeping these till you finish the job. Besides you should be proud of that stiff thing. Just hurry up and get back here so we can end this."

Arnold didn't want to leave the room naked with a stiff little dick bouncing around but he was blindsided by his brother's compliment, and he was almost immediately ushered into a state of wanting to rush, if only to "end this".

"Fine, I'll be back in to second."

"Good. And remember she wore them a week ago, so you probably have to dig to the bottom of her hamper."

"Oy. Ok I'll be right back. Then you can switch to humiliating her instead of humiliating me and my penis."

"Exactly. When you get back I can embarrass her and stop embarrassing your dinky", Carter lied as he watched his brother scrurry out into the hallway and head towards Veronica room.

As Arnold entered his sisters room through the open door, there were two things that immediately caught his attention. The first thing he noticed was the reading light sitting on Veronica's desk. The light was on and its goose neck was conveniently pointed up and to the side, creating a decent spotlight that encompassed the hamper on the far side of the room. This meant Arnold would NOT have to turn on the overhead light. "That's great", he thought. The less he had to touch and affect during his short time in his sister's room, the better.

The second thing Arnold noticed was Veronica's computer sitting on her desk near the lamp. Though the computer seemed to be off, Arnold was too gunshy to boldly walk through her room with his still stiff penis swinging around, in the off chance her computer could capture some of this awkward scene.

So, Arnold strategically walked at an angle so only his rear side or back was to the computer monitor.

Arnold's shadow made it's way along the back wall as he swiftly stepped over to the hamper and began digging. Arnold tried to just move the cloths to the side but he found the pile kept collapsing in on itself, and so soon he was **** to pull whole bunches of cloths from the hapmer and press them against his torso as he dug deeper and deeper. With every passing second Arnold grew nervous that his sister might return, and so he was genuinely excited when he found the first of his sisters teo immature girls socks.

Arnold smiled and held in a yelp as he pulled the small fabric from the bin and waved it victorious.

With a big smile still on his face, he went back to digging, finding the second silly garment a few moments later.

With his prize in his hand, Arnold swiftly tossed the bulky load back into the bin and slinked back out of the room in a few big quiet strides.

He was back in Carter's room seconds later, catching his breath and happy the ordeal was over. Without even having to say a word Carter tossed Arnold his shorts and told him the password was in the pocket.

Arnold pulled on the shorts and pulled a small paper out of the pocket and saw the complicated password. He then stuck out the socks for his brother. Carter, however, just shook his head.

"I don't need em yet. I'm not ready. You keep em hidden till I come get them later. I wanna set up a thing first", said Carter.

Arnold didn't even argue as he couldn't wait to get back to his room and submit his correction post.

Unfortunately it had been several minutes and, as Arnold was rapidly learning, a reply comment on social media may be null if you wait to long to submit it.

Back in his room Arnold practically jumped into his chair and went back to his brother's comment feed. It looked like only one comment had been added since he left. The comment was from another one of his sister's friends and it read:

"Eww, definitely needs a babysitter again. Did you see the latest pics he's sharing?"

Arnold didnt know what she meant at first. There were no new pictures in this thread since he last looked. That's when a horrid thought crossed his mind. Arnold quickly went back to his own home page and was surprised to see that his brother had snuck two more photos into his timeline before handing over the password.

One last little joke, Arnold thought. On Arnold's page he could see a sexy photograph of a young womans feet with hearts around it. Arnold rolled his eyes. He could see what his brother did. The second photo below it was similar, except this one cutely showed the clean bottoms of a teenage girl's feet. This photo was also addorned with stickers of hearts.

Arnold didn't even get offended at this silliness. It was so childish. It would be corrected soon enough, he thought. Arnold wasn't exactly sure how to unlock things but he figured he would go to the settings tab at the top. He dragged his mouse over and- Arnold accidentally clicked on his profile tab. He appreciated his mistake and was about to try clicking Settings again when he noticed something new. His profile...it was.. all filled out! It was complete with his full name, a picture of his face (a stupid one at that) and even his likes and dislikes.

Arnold read the full page, growing slightly more annoyed the more he read of the bogus profile. That is until he got to the bottom of the page, to the likes and dislikes section. That is where Arnold's humiliation went hugher than it had all day.

Arnold dislikes: Girls feet! I hate them. When I used to have babysitters that I didn't like and that I didn't even think were pretty, they would always take off their shoes and show off their pretty painted toes and stuff and it always made my dinky feel wierd. I think because their feet were cute I just wanted to hang out with them and talk to them and play with them and stuff. I couldn't help it and I think my babysitters knew that. Even when I didn't want to listen to what my stupid babysitter told me to do, I had **** because if she showed me her bare feet she knewd I'd feel wierd and follow her directions. That's why I dont like feet. Or babysitters.

Arnold likes: Truth. Honesty. Being real.

Arnold couldnt believe the drivel he just read. What stupidity. It wasn't even written in his voice. It was like it had been written by a 12 year old.

Arnold almost wanted to laugh, almost. Instead he quickly entered the blank status box that was always in the top corner and he began typing.

Arnold deliberately used his expanded vocabulary and eloquent logic to make it clear to everyone reading that this was merely a day of pranks. A single day where things had gotten out of hand. While Arnold didnt particularly have a foot fetish, he was careful to write that he thinks all parts of the female body are beautiful, and everyone had a right to fetishize whatever they wanted in the privacy of their own life.

By the time Arnold was done he was very proud of his little monologue. He was sure that when everyone readt it they would know this was a one time misunderstanding with social media and everything would be fine.

Arnold punctuated his status and clicked the lock icon in the box. A text field opened inviting the password. Arnold read the paper his brother gave him and typed it into the box. The password was NOT accepted.

Arnold annoyingly tried again, and again it was not accepted. Arnold stood up to go see his brother one more time, but just as he did another ding was heard.

Arnold looked at his screen and, while his wordy status was still poised to be submited, beyond the text box he could see that a comment was just made on one of his stupid feet photos. He clicked on the comment and his head almost exploded.

There on the screen was a comment made by Veronica herself . The comment read: "This explains why you were in my room last week!"

Under the condemning sentence Arnold could see yet another video where he would be the star. He clicked play and immediately realized what he was seeing. The perspective of the video was from his sister's desk, apparantly from the computer right next to the lamp, taken just five minutes ago.

Within an instant of the video starting, there in all his naked glory stood Arnold, slowly making his way through the spotlight and his sisters private room.

Because of the way Arnold chose to walk, his penis could not be seen on camera. However, the shadow created by his body splashed along the far wall, making it look as though Arnold had a ten inch hard-on.

While the size, for the first time today, didn't look small, it wasn't helped by the fact that his whole body was wrongly proportioned. In fact, the only thing the shadow actually confirmed was the state of Arnold's erection. While anyone looking could see he was erect, nobody would be able to genuinely gauge his length.

No, the record of his penis would not be getting corrected today, and it was his own fault for being so protective and walking wierd. If only he had been more protective he would not now be staring at his naked bum once again on the internet, this time bent over his sister's dirty laundry hamper.

Arnold watched his past self dig through the dirty laundry, finding one sock and smiling wide (as if he himself really wanted to find it), only to then find the other sock and shuffle out of the room looking guilty.

Arnold swung his door wide and ran to his brother's room, slamming it shut behind him.

"We had a deal!"

"What do you mean", Carter asked, seemingly genuinely confused.

"The password didn't work", Arnold shrieked, holding out the paper with the password on it. Carter looked at the paper and nodded almost instantly.

"I'm sorry this should be a capital. My bad".

"Are you for real?", Arnold asked, not wanting to go back and forth again.

"Yes, I promise. Just make that f a capital.", Carter replied.

Arnold didn't even wait for him to finish his sentence. He quickly made his way back to his room, ran through the open doorway and dove into his desk chair. He then typed in the code and watched as the lock icon in the corner of the text box appeared to open. FINALY!

Arnold thought for a moment. He couldn't possibly submit his little speech now. It made sense to claim he didn't have a foot fetish two minute ago but now theres evidence of him sneaking into his sister's room to play with her used girly socks.

Arnold deleted everything he had typed and simply replied to his sister, "Carter tricked me. He wanted your stupid socks and he sent me to get them".

Arnold didn't think it was the best explanation, but it was a start. And if he could at least get his sister to reply to that then--

Ding.

Arnold looked at her reply and was surprised that it appeared to be yet another video. This one, though, showed Veronica's face in the first frame. "Perhaps this will be a confessional", Arnold joked hopefully to himself. He hit play.

The video showed Veronica in what appeared to be the hallway of their home, making her way very quickly towards Arnold's room.

In the video Veronica whispered to her camera.

"So, now that I know my brother has a thing for girls feet and playing naked I think I'm just gonna check his room for-- aha!"

Veronica cuts herself off as she enters Arnold's room and almost immediately spots her girly socks on his bed. The video shows Veronica approach the bed and reach down. The video does not show Veronica quickly grab Arnold's pillow and pull it over the socks.

As the camera tilted down it shows Veronica's hand moving the pillow to reveal her used socks underneath.

"Ewe, he's been sleeping with them. He's gross", she adds before quickly leaving his room and ending the video.

Arnold looked over shoulder towards his bed and saw that the very socks he just stole moments ago were already gone. His sister must have JUST been in his room seconds earlier, but she was pretening on camera that it was a week ago.

Arnold finished the clip and realized his sister had submitted one more message while he had been watching. The latest message simply read:

"Stop trying to trick people, Arnold. You need a babysitter. And mom agrees."

As Arnold read the message a new sound dinged for the first time since he'd joined this social media site. It appeared somebody had shared an emoji with his sister's last comment.

The emoji was of thumbs up, and it was submitted by Arnold's mom.