Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 18:30:07 -0000
From: Gadfly <cdngadfly@usa.net>
Subject: Crossroads, Ch.4

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4. Half-way Measures

We have to thank them for this? For being stripped and
spanked? And for having to ask them to do it? Still, military
school would probably be no better. "Thank you, John and
Eric, for spanking me."

"Thank you for the spanking."

Mrs. Forest stood up, saying "lunch will be in about half an
hour; go outside and play until I call."

I took my hands off my head and started towards the stairs. I
hadn't gone a full step when John said, "hands on head, Jeffy
-- you'll be punished for that." He hit me on the back with
the fly swatter, catching skin previously unhit. I moved
quickly, but got three more swats before I made it to the top
of the stairs and he stopped. I paused, looking back and
forth between the front and back of the house.

John picked up on my confusion. "Out to the back, you're not
ready for the front yet," he said with a wink and a leer.

In short order we were on the back deck. Naked and outdoors!
There was a high fence around the rather large yard, but we
could be seen from the neighbour's houses if we got deep
enough in to the yard.

"Time to get rid of some of this hair. Stand very still or
you may lose more than the hair!" Eric looked back and forth
to both Mike and I as he said this.

John waved a pair of scissors in front of my face before he
tugged at the hair in my right armpit and cut it off. I felt
relieved when he walked over to the table and set the
scissors down. Was this just a token? The relief was short-
lived, as he sprayed my back and pits with shaving cream. I
had no hair on my back, so I could only guess this was for
effect. When that was all shaved off, cream on my front and
off it came -- not much hair there, except for some short
ones right around the nipple. "Go and lie front-down on the
picnic table." John pointed to one of the two on the patio.

I got up on the picnic table, with some difficulty, as I
didn't want to take my hands off my head again. I ended up
rolling on the top after kneeling on the bench. Fortunately,
the table had a thick coat of enamel on it, so there was
little danger of slivers as I slithered into position. I
stopped moving instantly when John hit my sore bum with his
hand, "Stop wriggling like a snake and spread your legs a
bit."

>From where I was now, I couldn't see what John was doing -- I
had a great view of the stonework of the patio with my head
sticking just over the edge. If I tried to look, my arms
would move with my head, so there was no way to sneak a peek.

I felt vibration on my right calf that slowly moved up the
leg to my ass -- must be a clipper. As the vibration moved up
my right leg, I could feel something touching my left leg;
figuring it to be John's hand, I move my legs wider apart.

Shaving cream next, and moving up. I had a lot more hair to
lose on my legs -- they were almost furry. Another swat on my
bum. "You can take your hands of your head and roll over.
When you've turned over, put your hands over your eyes, and
spread your legs wide, Put your left foot down beyond the
bench."

As I rolled over, I heard Eric give similar directions to
Mike, and caught a quick glance, confirming that he's lost
some hair too. This time I felt the clippers start at the top
of my right leg, now fully exposed along with my crotch. I
had felt the blood start to move into my cock while I was
face down, and it was starting to swell up. Not enough to
notice, I hoped, but much more stimulation and it would be
hard to miss.

Uh Oh. The clippers were skirting the edge of my pubes and
John's hand brushed my bag and cock. It rose to the extent
that it wasn't sitting on my balls any more. I heard a
chuckle and felt another light touch along the side of my
cock, before the clippers moved down towards my foot. I was
up to about 45 degrees now, and trying to think of
multiplication tables. It wasn't working.

Shaving cream again, working from the foot up. John seemed to
be saving my inside thigh for last. I wondered what was next
after that, and it made my cock twitch. So much for
multiplication tables. I must be perpendicular now.

John finished up my leg by shaving along the edge of my
pubes. He seemed to be being very careful, and I started to
get optimistic that I'd keep my pubes. He grabbed my sack,
pulled it taught and I felt the razor scraping along the
skin. I kept very still as I lost the hair on my right nut.

There wasn't a lot, but there was some. "Grab your ankles,
lie back and pull your feet over your head, and spread your
legs as wide as you can."

I complied, looking over to see Mike doing the same,
discovering that he also had a boner, that, like mine, was
now digging in to my abs. I'd never seen Mike erect before,
but only got a quick flash as his leg obscured my view. I
looked down to see John head towards my ass with the clipper.
I spread my legs even wider -- I did not want to get cut down
there!

When he'd finished shaving my crack, John told me to let my
legs down and hold my right arm out. I heard Eric say the
same to Mike, and I looked over to his crotch again. When I
realised what I was doing, I looked up to Mike's face
quickly, only to discover his gaze aimed at my crotch. He
flicked his eyes up, saw me looking at his eyes, and he
started to blush. Mike has a very noticeable blush. I smiled,
but looked away -- there's no reason I should make this any
worse for Mike. It could easily have been the other way
around.

John finished with the hair on my right arm, and told me to
get off the table, and stand again with my hands on my head.
I suddenly realised that John had shaved the right side of my
body, but my left side was intact. I must look like a freak!
Anyone who saw me now would know that I was shaved and what I
had lost, unless I had long trousers and a long-sleeved shirt
on. I would have been better off losing it all.