He is a Good Boy

Arnold wriggled in his sister's grip. He sniffed loudly.

"I..." He looked at Melanie, "I'll be a g-good boy."

"Good!" Veronica gave his bottom a light tap for good measure. "Now, get on the floor, lie down and we'll wrap you up for beddie-byes."

"Yes," Arnold said defeated.

"And don't you dare cover yourself!" Veronica ordered. "Otherwise I'll go tell Mom you were touching yourself in front of my friend and you'll get a spanking anyway."

Arnold let Veronica lay him on the changing man. He wailed as he saw Melanie pull her phone back out, his sister spreading his legs wide, exposing his shrivelled cock, teeny tiny balls and pink anus. Melanie started snapping pictures.

"Don't!" Arnold begged. "Please! I'll do whatever you want! Just keep this between us."

"Maybe," Melanie sang. She leaned in close as Veronica patted his crotch down with a towel. "If you do whatever you say, I won't share the pictures. If you don't, I send it to everyone in my contacts. Deal?"

Arnold didn't quite believe her, but he knew he had no choice. "Yes."

Melanie tutted. She placed the camera between his legs, snapping close ups of his tiny penis. "That's 'yes, ma'am.' Right?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good! Now..."