Peeking Has A Price 2
By Little John.
[google-translator]
*****
Part 2: The Ex…
I was lying in bed, going over the events of the last few days, caught peeking, spanked, whipped, locked in a cage, made to suck cock and eat cum, when the door opened, James entered. “What’s up, man?” I say.
He walks over to the bed, slaps me across the face. “Where’s my respect?” he shouts. “You call me Sir!”
“Sorry, Sir. You just surprised me.”
“Get up and strip,” he orders.
I get up and slowly remove my t-shirt and my boxers.
“Come on, get them off,” James said. “I can remove the cage and plug.”
“OK, Sir,” I replied excitedly.
He removes the cage, then gets a tape measure. “I just need to measure you for your new underwear. Let’s see… Hips 34, cock and balls 5, cock length 1.5… That thing really is tiny! Right, where are all your boxers?”
“In the top drawer, Sir,” came my reply. “Why?”
“Why? Amy wants you in girly panties from now on, so these are gone. Get ready, they will be home soon.”
What about the plug?” I asked.
“You can sort that out,” James said and left.
*****
Mum and Amy are home when I come out of the shower. “Ah, there you are,” says Mum. “Come here.”
“Can I go and get dressed, please, Mum?”
“No need yet,” came the reply.
So I stood there in a towel, shaking. Amy looks at me and tells me, “Mum introduced me to your ex, Cindi. She told me she was upset by the way you finished with her. You told me it didn’t work out, but she told me you threw her out and wouldn’t reply to her. Is that right?”
“Yes, Miss,” I answered (I saw Mum smile at my reply).
“So we had a good chat about everything, and we’ve invited Cindi over so you can apologise to her. Now go and get dressed,” Amy tells me.
I finish drying myself, go to get underwear, then remember there are none, so I just put on joggers and a t-shirt. Having no boxer on feels strange. However, at least that cage and plug have gone; my arse is still sore from it. I go into the kitchen. Mum hands me a sandwich and a Coke. We sit there chatting. James tells us he has to go back to rugby training. The coach wants us back early for a big game. I think good. Amy says she will be following him back on Friday to watch the match, and that her phone rings, “Ah, hi, Cindi…”
She thinks I can’t hear what Cindi says. Still, Amy’s answer has me thinking.
“Of course you can bring them. Two for one, isn’t it?” and laughs. “See you soon,” and ends the call.
“Who else is coming, dear?” Mum asks.
“Just a friend of Cindi’s. Apparently, John knows them,” Amy said.
There’s a knock at the door. Amy looks at me and tells me to let my guests in. I open the door, and there stands Cindi, still as sexy in her Lycra leggings and a hoodie, an evil scowl on her face. Behind her is Phil. He was always with Cindi’s group of friends. My friends and I thought Phil was a bit weird.
“Come in,” I say as polite as possible.
Mum, Amy, and James come out of the kitchen, and Mum says, “Come on, then, let’s go into the living room and get comfy.”
So Amy says, “John tells me you finished by mutual consent, Cindi.”
“Oh, did he?” came her reply. “If one minute you’re making out and next you’re being pushed out of the door, then is that mutual?”
Amy looks at me. “So, John, first off, I think you owe Cindi an apology, then you can explain to her the real reason you finished with her. Now stand up in front of her and apologise to the poor girl.”
I stand before Cindi and tell her how sorry I am for dumping her, and I really didn’t want to hurt her. It was about me, not her.
“OK, but you really did hurt me,” Cindi said with a pout.
“I’m sorry, and if there is any way I can make it up to you, I will,” I said.
“Very good,” Amy says. “We will get to that part soon. Now Phil…”
I look at him. “Phil, I would like to apologise for ever hurting your feelings, and I promise I will never do it again,” I said.
Mum speaks up, “So, Cindi, what do you think?”
“I would like to know the reason why he dumped me?” Cindi said.
“So, John, tell Cindi why,” Amy orders.
“But, um, I can’t,” I said.
Amy says, “I have a better idea.” Everyone looks at her. “What about showing Cindi the reason?”
“Hell, no,” I say.
James tells Amy, “I think that is a wonderful idea. What are you waiting for, John, strip!”
“Please don’t make me do that. Please… I’m sorry,” I begged with tears welling up in my eyes.
“Easy or hard way,” came the reply.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied.
I remove my t-shirt, tears now rolling down my cheeks. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my joggers and slowly push them down. I step out of them.
“Oh fuck,” Cindi says, then bursts out laughing. “No wonder you never wanted me to jerk you off. I don’t even know if it is possible. What do you think, Phil?”
Phil sat there laughing. “I don’t know? I think my cockhead is bigger than his whole dick!”
Everyone burst out laughing.
“So, Cindi, what do you think of Little John?” James asked.
She replied, “What am I supposed to think? What about getting it hard for us? Go on, John, or do you need help?”
I take my dick in between my thumb and finger and start pulling it back and forth, my face burning red, tears still running down my face. It seems to take forever for it to get erect.
I finally get there, and Cindi tells me, “It’s pathetic! I’m glad we broke up.”
Phil chimes in with, “Perhaps he should jerk off a real cock so he knows what a cock should feel like in his hand?”
James tells him, “He’s already done that,” and laughs.
Cindi looks at James wide-eyed. “How does John know?” she asked.
“Hang on,” Amy says. She leaves the room and returns with her camera and a bag. “Just let me plug this into the TV, and you can see for yourself.”
The screen comes on showing pics of me with a cock in my mouth and cum dripping into it. I was wearing a tiny pink heart and cage.
Cindi asks, “What are the red lines on his bum?”
Mum said, “Well, Cindi, this all started when I caught John peeking at his sister in the bath, so he had to be punished.”
“What did you do to him?”
“Well, he had a really long, hard spanking and whipping.”
“Wow, I bet that hurt. Shame I missed it.
“And me,” said Phil. “It was probably nothing more than he deserved.”
James says, “Yeah, I missed it, too. So, Cindi, how about as a real apology, we get to see it reenact?”
“Mmmm,” replies Cindi.
Amy looks at Mum.
“Well,” Mum says. “There isn’t enough room in my bedroom for all of you to see.”
“We can just do it in here,” says Amy.
“OK, we will have to move the sofa and chairs back. But it should work,” Mum said. “Right, John, put a kitchen chair in the middle of the room and get into position.”
I am already begging not to be punished, but I know in my heart this is going to happen.
I get the chair and bend over, legs apart, everyone comfy, they all wait.
Amy shouts, “Hang on, I want to film it so he can see it after hehe.”
To Be Continued…?
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