Chapter 5

The next day, Tiffany took her son to school with no explanation for why she was accompanying him. He was still reeling from the spanking he had received when he had touched his dick and came all over Miss Strong, and the punishment his mother had inflicted on him after her distraught friend had left. But he knew her taking him to school meant his ordeal wasn’t over.

With Tiffany latched onto Peter’s arm, dragging him through the halls like a misbehaving child, Peter felt like all eyes were on him. And they were. The other students stared and whispered and pointed in his direction.

And then Tiffany suddenly stopped.

Peter was confused as she stood in the middle of the hall watching girls enter and exit a girls’ restroom. But he gasped when his mother suddenly dragged him to the restroom door. His breathing stopped when he saw her hand on the doorknob right before she cupped her other hand over his eyes. And then, with a hand over his eyes and one on his shoulder, she used her hip and thigh from behind to nudge Peter into the restroom.

The girls in the restroom all turned to see who had come in. One girl screeched when she saw a boy. They all took a step back.

“Don’t be afraid,” Tiffany said, “my Baby-boy can’t see. I wanted to make sure all you girls were decent before I uncovered his eyes.”

The girls were shocked into silence. When Tiffany removed her hand from Peter’s eyes and he saw the girls staring at him, he blushed a deep shade of red.

“Girls,” Tiffany said, “I hope you don’t mind my Baby-boy using your bathroom. You see, he’s not man enough to use the boys’ bathroom. I’m afraid if the boys see that he wears panties they will hurt him.”

Tiffany smiled at the confused expressions.

“I’ll show you what I mean,” Tiffany said.

Tiffany yanked Peter’s shorts down to his knees and whipped the bottom of his shirt up to his armpits. The girls gawked and then burst out laughing. Tiffany had selected the panties Peter wore that day. They were light pink with dark red elastic at the waist and leg holes and were covered with little red hearts. In the front was a cartoon of a white cat wearing a short red top and a red bow in front of one ear. Above the cat’s head in white letters was “Hello Kitty.”

Tiffany gave Peter’s butt a smack. “Go on, Baby-boy, use one of the toilets.”

With his face pinker than his panties and his eyes lowered, and the elastic waistband of his shorts stretched around the top of his knees, Peter waddled to an unoccupied stall. The girls laughed and whispered among themselves. And when they heard the gush of his piss splash the water, they snorted and almost fell over laughing.

When Peter’s shorts were up, he rushed out of the stall and sprinted for the door. But his mother was waiting. She hooked an arm around him.

“Not so fast, Baby-boy,” Tiffany said, “you forgot to wash your hands.”

She shoved him toward the sinks where the girls were standing. While they all laughed at him, Peter quickly washed his hands and then fled the restroom without even bothering to wipe them dry. Tiffany was right behind him and grabbed his long hair to stop him from running. She spun him around to face her.

“Don’t you ever touch yourself again,” Tiffany said to Peter in the hall. “The girl is in charge, not you. You don’t have a say. You do what you’re told. Do you understand?”

With his eyes lowered, Peter nodded.

Tiffany grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. “Say it!”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Tiffany did an about-face and marched away. A girl came out of the restroom and stopped when she saw Peter.

“Faggot!” the girl shouted.

Peter ran the opposite direction of his mother, not stopping until he was outside the school. He hunkered out of sight until the flurry of children had all entered the building, then he ran home with tears streaming down both cheeks.

Peter sulked the entire day. He had never seen his mother so angry and didn’t know what was in store for him when she got home. He had always obeyed her. Why had he been so stupid to touch himself? And in front of her, no less. And with her friend there to make it even worse. And now what was going to happen when he returned to school? He was sure everyone in school already knew about what had happened in the girls’ restroom. That he wore girl’s panties. That his mother took him into the girls’ restroom to pee. He couldn’t get the girls’ laughter out of his mind. He had never felt so low. Why had he been so stupid?

Peter sat on the floor in his bedroom with his back against the bed, his knees raised, and his face cupped in his hands. He had lost all sense of time when the doorbell rang. Dread filled him. It was too early to be his mother or any of her friends. He didn’t have any friends so who could it be? Was it kids from school who were going to torment him? Laugh at him again? Beat him up? He clamped his hands over his ears and hung his head with his eyes closed. If he didn’t answer, whomever it was would go away.

But the doorbell kept ringing.

Consumed with despair, Peter trudged downstairs and opened the front door. Miss Huxley stood there.

“Peter, may I come in?”

“Why?”

“To talk.”

“We talked the other day and I got into trouble. I don’t wanna talk anymore.”

“You got into trouble?” Sandra was astonished. “You weren’t supposed to tell your mother.”

“I didn’t.”

“Then—?”

Sandra didn’t finish, not wanting to talk standing on the porch through an open door. She pushed past Peter into his house without an invite and closed the door.

“Peter, let’s talk.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“I’m not asking. We need to talk. Where do you want to do it?”

Peter shrugged.

Sandra looked around before grabbing Peter’s arm and pulling him to the den. She sat him on the end of the couch and plopped down next to him. He was sitting in the same place Miss Strong had sat the night before. He started trembling. Tears followed.

Sandra draped an arm around him and hugged him to her body. “I’m not here to hurt you. I only want to help.”

Peter squirmed out her grasp and glared at her through watery eyes. “I got punished because of you!”

“What did I do?”

“You told me it’s okay to touch myself.”

“It is.”

“I told you Mommy said it isn’t. She punished me when she saw me.”

“You did it in front of your mother?” Sandra asked, incredulously.

“Miss Strong was letting me see under her skirt like you did. I liked how it felt when you touched me so I touched myself. I made a mess on her like I did on you. Mommy got so mad. She spanked me hard, like real hard, and today, she, she—”

Peter burst into tears.

“What did your mother do today?” Sandra asked.

“I can’t tell you. It’s awful. I ran out of school and came home. I’m afraid to go to school now.”

“Oh, poor baby.”

Peter’s face turned red with rage. “Don’t call me that! Mommy calls me that! I’m not a baby!”

“I’m so sorry. You’re right. I apologize. But I’m glad you realize that. That’s a start.”

Peter stared at his hands in his lap. Sandra studied his sullen face. She took his hands in hers and held them loosely. He finally looked at her.

“You are a boy growing into a man. I think your mother is trying to stop that, so you have to be strong. Will you be willing to tell the authorities about how she’s treating you?”

“I’m scared.”

“What if I’m with you? Would you then?”

“No. You already got me into trouble.”

“You can’t live your life like she’s making you. You’ll never be happy.”

“I don’t have a choice. I don’t know how to be different.”

“Peter, have you ever kissed a girl?”

He lowered his head and shook it.

“Would you like to try?” Sandra asked.

Peter looked up and nodded.

Sandra cupped Peter’s chin and leaned in for a kiss. She placed her lips on his and held them there. Peter sat frozen. Tense. She pulled away and stroked his cheek.

“Just relax,” Sandra said, “and let it happen. Don’t be afraid.”

Once again, she placed her lips on his. This time she moved them. Peter caught his breath, but he mimicked her movement and soon they were kissing awkwardly. Sandra cupped the back of Peter’s head and pulled his mouth to hers, crushing their lips. Peter moaned. And when her tongue slipped between his lips and touched his, Peter wrapped both arms around her and flicked his tongue against hers. After a short time, Sandra backed away.