Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2006 13:01:04 EDT
From: JDB13005@aol.com
Subject: A YOUNG MAN'S DILEMMA - CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SIX

THE O'BRIENS HAVE A CONFERENCE


On his way back from the laundry room to his bedroom, Jim paused on the
stairs to the second floor to eavesdrop on his parents in the living room
below. They were talking about him!

"Mary," said Mr. O'Brien, "I think that boy needs some discipline."

"Why Bill," said Mrs. O'Brien, "I couldn't agree more. But what are you
thinking of?"

"Chrissie is eighteen and I still spank her when she needs it. I haven't
spanked Jim for years but it occurred to me just now that perhaps I should
start that again. He's a footloose young fellow and I don't know if he'll
keep that job. If he doesn't come up with rent money at the end of the
month, I'm going to take him over my knee!"

There was a pause.

"Bill," said Mrs. O'Brien, "Do you remember when I used to dress Jim in
girl's clothes to punish him when he was naughty?"

"Why, yes - when he was about ten. It went on for a month or two."

"You disapproved of it and made me stop but - well, if I agree to let you
spank him, I want you to agree to let me dress him in girl's clothing when
he's naughty!"

Jim's hair stood on edge as he listened! His mother couldn't be serious! He
remembered those humiliating days with Chrissie laughing at him!

Mr. O'Brien thought for a moment, obviously interested.

"Well, I don't know, Mary," he said. "It seems to me that the boy is a
little too old for that."

"And I also want to give him enemas every week," his wife continued. "It's
good for him."

Mr. O'Brien now became firm. "This is all going too far. Enemas? Girl's
clothing? No, Mary. It ain't decent somehow."

"Oh, Bill," urged his wife. "Just imagine taking Jim over your knee while
he's wearing a pretty dress, the kind little girls wear that show all of
their pretty little legs. And taking down his pretty little panties to bare
his bottom for spanking! I'm sure you'd love that!"

"Now, now, Mary, let's have no more of this! It ain't decent and I ain't
allowing it! The boy's twenty. It ain't right! But if he don't pay into the
rent at the end of the month I'm taking him over my knee!"

"Oh no you won't, William O'Brien! If I can't put girl's clothes on him
when he's naughty and give him weekly enemas, then you're not spanking
him!"

Jim was horrified and ran up to his room. He couldn't believe that his
parents were talking like this! And his mother was very persuasive - his
father might change his mind!

He saw his eighteen-year-old sister Chrissie going into her room, obviously
just home from her college classes. She was pretty and sexy, no doubt about
it, thought Jim.

"So baby got an enema, I hear," she sneered.

"Oh, screw off," he replied, blushing.

"Maybe Mommy will take baby's temperature tonight - the old-fashioned way!"
she smirked.

"Screw off," he said.

She smirked again and closed her door.

Jim went into his own room, locked his door, and hurried into his
closet. Years ago he had made a tiny hole in the back of the closet and it
opened into a view of his sister's bedroom. He could hear what was going on
and, if his sister was in the right position, he could get a pretty good
view of her. On occasion he had even seen her naked. She had a real nice
ass!

He could see her moving back and forth, but she wasn't undressing yet, so
there wasn't that much to see. Sometimes she wore just panties and even
though he might have to wait ten minutes or more in between glimpses of her
half-naked, the suspense was so much that he could sit for hours in the
back of the closet at the peephole jerking off.

But tonight there wasn't much to see, so he decided to shower since he
might have a job interview tomorrow. He stripped, tossing his clothes,
including his cum-soaked shorts, on the floor where his doting mother would
pick them up in the morning. Then, with just a towel around his waist, he
went down the hall to the bathroom. His parents were still in the living
room below, but he couldn't hear anything because the TV was so loud. He
grabbed a washcloth and another towel from the linen closet. In a minute he
was in the shower, soaping up.

As soon as she heard her brother's door open and heard him shuffle down the
hall in his bare feet, Chrissie rushed to her door and carefully opened it
just in time to Jim disappear into the bathroom. Carefully, she tip-toed
into the hall and peeped over the bannister. Her parents were in the living
room watching TV. Keeping an ear open on the possibility that one of them
might come upstairs, she opened up the linen closet next to the
bathroom. There was an opening about a half-inch wide and three inches long
where the walls of the closet and bathroom joined and where, by squinting,
you could get a pretty good look into the bathroom! She was the only one
who knew about the opening.

Her brother was in the shower and, like the slob he was, had left the
shower curtain half-open which meant the bathroom floor would be as usual
soaking wet after him. He was naked and soaping up and she was getting a
pretty good look at him! Holy shit! Chrissie exclaimed to herself. Look at
that dong! Christ, was it big! And it was partly erect with the soapy water
streaming down on it! And the soapy water was streaming down his gorgeous
bare thighs!

Chrissie felt herself getting hot! She was nervous as hell, listening with
one ear for her parents coming up the stairs and squinting as she peeped at
her naked brother in the shower. She was wearing jeans and hurriedly
unzipped them, pulling them part way down her thighs and reaching inside
her panties to grope at her cunt. Jesus, look at the size of that dong!
Chrissie was still a virgin. She tried to imagine her brother's cock inside
her as she masturbated. Oooh, big brother, do it to me, she begged in her
imagination.

Suddenly she heard a step on the stairs and hurriedly peeped over the
bannister.  Her mother was coming upstairs! Hurriedly she pulled her jeans
up and raced down the hallway to her room.

Mrs. O'Brien came upstairs and paused in the hallway. My goodness, she
thought. Now why did I come upstairs? I'm getting so forgetful. Oh, yes! To
get my knitting to bring down and knit while she and Bill watched TV.

She paused when she heard the shower going. Jim's bedroom door was ajar so
it must be him in the bathroom.

Mrs. O'Brien peeped over the bannister. Her husband was still in the living
room watching TV. Chrissie's door was closed. Keeping an ear open on the
possibility that Mr. O'Brien might come upstairs or Chrissie might open her
door, she opened up the linen closet next to the bathroom. There was an
opening about a half-inch wide and three inches long where the walls of the
closet and bathroom joined and where, by squinting, you could get a pretty
good look into the bathroom! She was the only one who knew about the
opening.

Her son was in the shower and, as always, had left the shower curtain
half-open which meant the bathroom floor would be as usual soaking wet
after him and she would have to mop it up later. He was naked and soaping
up and she was getting a pretty good look at him! Oh, my! Mrs. O'Brien
exclaimed to herself. Look at his widdler! Dear me, was it big! And it was
partly erect with the soapy water streaming down on it! And the soapy water
was streaming down her son's gorgeous bare thighs!

Mrs. O'Brien felt herself getting agitated! She was nervous, listening with
one ear for her husband and Chrissie and squinting as she peeped at her
naked son in the shower. Unconsciously, she reached under her housedress to
massage her crotch. Oh my, look at the size of that widdler! She tried to
imagine her son's widdler inside her mouth after she had given him his
enemas!

Suddenly she heard a step on the stairs and hurriedly peeped over the
bannister.  Her husband was coming upstairs! Hurriedly she pulled down her
housedress and went to the head of the stairs.

"Why, where are you going, Bill?" she asked, pretending surprise.

"Going to get a cigar", he said. "Be right back."

Mr. O'Brien paused when he heard the shower going. Jim's bedroom door was
ajar so it must be him in the bathroom.

He peeped over the bannister. His wife was back in the living room watching
TV. Chrissie's door was closed. Keeping an ear open on the possibility that
Mrs. O'Brien might come back upstairs or Chrissie might open her door, he
opened up the linen closet next to the bathroom. There was an opening about
a half-inch wide and three inches long where the walls of the closet and
bathroom joined and where, by squinting, you could get a pretty good look
into the bathroom! He was the only one who knew about the opening.

His son was in the shower and, as always, had left the shower curtain
half-open which meant the bathroom floor would be as usual soaking wet
after him and his wife would have to mop it up later. Jim was naked and
showering and his father was getting a pretty good look at him! Oh, Jeez!
Mr. O'Brien exclaimed to herself. Look at the size of that cock! Shit, was
it big! And it was partly erect with the soapy water streaming down on it!
And the soapy water was streaming down his son's bare thighs!

Mr. O'Brien felt himself getting excited! He felt guilty, peeping at his
son in the shower, and he was nervous, listening with one ear for his wife
and Chrissie and squinting as he peeped, fascinated at his naked son in the
shower. Unconsciously, he began to massage his crotch. Christ, look at the
size of that dong!

Now Jim had turned off the shower and had turned around to grab a towel to
dry himself. Boy, was Mr. O'Brien getting a show! Jim stretched, he bent
over, he went into different positions to dry himself. Mr. O'Brien got a
great view of his son's buns. Wow! They were manly, yet...strangely
girlish. They were large, like melons, round...

Suddenly his son bent over to dry his feet, presenting his bare bottom to
his peeping father, his balls swinging back and forth between his bare
thighs! What a show! An image flashed into Mr. O'Brien's imagination: Jim
reaching around and opening up his buns to show his pink asshole to his
father!

Suddenly Jim threw the wet towel down and reached for a dry one. He was
coming out! Hurriedly, Mr. O'Brien rushed down the stairs to join his wife.

"Why, Bill," she asked. "Where's your cigar?"

"Uh, changed my mind," he said. He felt guilty because he was soaking wet
inside his trousers and felt confused about peeping at his son taking a
shower. Still, the kid had some ass! He thought again about spanking him
and felt an erection. Now he was completely confused! He was just thinking
about disciplining his footloose son. Why should spanking the boy make him
feel...this way?

Anyway, if he wanted to start discipline Jim again, he would have to give
in to his wife's demands. He thought again of her words:

"Just imagine taking Jim over your knee while he's wearing a pretty dress,
the kind little girls wear that show all of their pretty little legs. And
taking down his pretty little panties to bare his bottom for spanking! I'm
sure you'd love that!"

Now Mr. O'Brien's erection doubled inside his trousers! He was totally
confused!

Back in his room, Jim was putting on shorts when his phone rang. It was
Linda.

"Oh Jim," she cried, "When are you going to get me out of here?"

"As soon as I get a job, honey," he said. "I've got a lead and it won't be
long now. I'm sure of it."

"Oh Jim," she cried. "You've said that before. And I'm still stuck here
with my awful father! When are you really going to get a job?"

"I swear, Honey! Maybe even tomorrow!"

"Oh, Jim! Please try as hard as you can. That spanking today...I know
things will get worse!" She paused. "Oh, it's him! I can't let him hear me
calling you!"

Click! She was gone.

It was getting late and he wanted to get up early to phone Acme Limousine
and Taxi. He didn't have any choice now. He had already told his Dad that
he had the job and now he had promised Linda.

Jim threw himself face down on his bed and began a troubled sleep.