There was no denying it—the boy’s frame was intoxicating. And the way he couldn’t hide his shame, to be set out against the wall at 19, was electrifying. The girls knew that Uncle George had one ultimate punishment, seen only a handful of times inflicted on their oldest male cousins. They were dying to inflict it on Samson, the fair-faced muscley cherub who resembled a Greek statue, sent to live there for the summer.
Their scheme worked. Samson would never dream of spying on them changing—but the man of the house believed their tale. “Undress.” was the sole and solemn command of the gruff man. Things got blurry as Samson struggled to believe what was happening. Before he knew what hit him, he was being led by the ear, arm twisted behind his back. Frog-marched naked, panicked, privates flailing, into the busy hallway at the front of the house to face the wall!
There the shy boy stood, trembling. He had never been seen naked by anyone. The girls stood there gawking. They made whispers about his body. Their mother would come by, half-winking after they got a good look, to hurry them along. They merely went in the bedroom—gawking through the keyhole at the profile of naked cousin Samson.
They couldn’t wait for the finale. Bent over an armchair with his legs spread, Samson would present his dangling sac, flaccid penis, hairless taint and puckered ring.
Normally, they would have to listen from around the corner, but since he had been caught “spying”, Uncle George brought them in to watch up close. They would remember the loud smack of the belt for quite a long time.
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