A taste of his own medicine

"Strip," his mother ordered.

"What? No way!" Martin protested.

In a flash his black jeans were on the ground. Martin struggled and protested, but his mother was much stronger and easily stripped him. He hunched over, red faced, hands clapped firmly over his privates. His mom smacked his pale butt.

"To the bathroom. March. Hands on top of your head."

Humiliated, Martin uncovered his little penis, walking naked all the way upstairs to the bathroom. His little sister burst into laughter when she saw him, but he just hurried past her, flabby tummy and butt jiggling and his little prick bouncing comically.

There was a bath drawn already, the steamy water filled with a floral smelling bubble bath. Martin stepped in, eager to hide his shame.