Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2011 15:35:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dick Love <apussyboy4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wards Shoes - Lesson 8 - Part One

Ward's Shoes
By Dick Love
apussyboy4u@yahoo.com


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Ward's Shoes -- Lesson 8

Ward's Introduction

Maybe some of you think that Jimmy's tears made Wardy turn to mush. Oh no,
What's going on here, Jimmy sheds a few fucking tears and Ward gets all
sappy and the story changes into a fucking soap opera? You guys know
nothing about domination.  You gotta know when to take a little step back
and when the push the envelope, whatever the hell that stupid expression is
supposed to mean.

I intend to use and control Jimmy in every way thinkable, but I want him to
want that and not to resist me every step of the way. Oh, I know he ain't
gonna love all the shit I dish out, but I want his dick to get hard and
stay that way most of the time, and just like Jimmy doesn't want me to hate
him, I don't want him to hate me.

The trouble with too many dominant guys is that they think everything is
about them, and that it don't matter if the sub gets any pleasure. That is
just plain dumb, unless you are one of those psychos who thinks of a sub as
somebody, or some body, of no value.

I don't see it that way; I appreciate a true faggot, a guy who gets off on
being used, humiliated, and punished. I want him to enjoy taking what i
dish out to him, and I want him to worship me. I don't want him to like
everything I do to him and make him do, but I do want him to be hooked on
me and to get turned on by the way I treat him, the way I get turned on by
fucking with him.

Any moron can dominate with a club like caveman, but I want my slave to
look up to me as a god to be worshiped not as an ape to be feared and
despised.

I want Jimmy to serve and obey me, but sometimes I want to see some
fight. It's kind of like reeling in a fish. It wouldn't be any fun if the
fish never put up a fight. At the same time, I know that if you give a fish
too much slack he may wiggle off the line.

Anyway, Jimmy will tell you about what happened on Sunday.


Lesson Eight

I never thought I would make it through yesterday. I was so humiliated by
having to go outside in my tighty whities and by being seen like that by at
least two, maybe three people. And I couldn't believe that Ward made me
lick his shoes. That was disgusting, but I have to admit that while I was
doing that my dick was so stiff that I thought I might blow a load before I
could finish licking Ward's loafers.

I woke up this morning with the sun coming thru the bedroom window. I was
so grateful that it was Sunday. I was sure this would be a better and
easier day because I knew Ward wanted us all to go to church, and Mom and
Dad had said they would go too. Boy was I wrong about it being an easy day.

I was happy that Ward asked for a blow job as soon as he woke up, because I
practically lived to suck Ward's dick these days, but I still wasn't
thrilled when it was time to lick Ward's ass and suck on his asshole, but
today he also demanded I kiss his feet and even suck his toes. He demanded
I spend some time sucking each toe and then I had to lick between each
one. How humiliating; but still my cock was stiff all the time I was doing
it, just like when Ward made me lick his shoes.

But before I go into detail about Sunday's events, I should finish telling
about yesterday.  Everything I told about in the last lesson only took the
story up until supper time.

We didn't see Mom and Dad all Saturday afternoon while we were washing and
waxing Dad's van. At the dinner table, Dad went on and on praising the job
we did on the van.  It was the first time I came to the table in just my
tighty whities and Mom seemed surprised.

"I had forgotten you wanted Jimmy to wear only his underwear at home, Ward"
she said.

"I know it's kind of awkward, Mom, but at least until jimmy grows up some
more, and learns more about how to be a good, respectful, and obedient boy,
it's for the best. I love you and Dad so much, and you don't know how much
your enthusiastic support for my efforts to help Jimmy with his behavior
problems means to me, Mom"

"Oh, it's fine, Wardy. We can all handle things being this way, since it's
for Jimmy's own good, and I'm sure this is for the best because Jimmy was
so adamant about us giving you a free hand with him, Ward. You still feel
that way don't you, Jimmy?"

Again I felt the pressure of Ward's shoe pressing down firmly on my bare
foot, and just like one of those dolls that you squeeze somewhere to make
it talk, I answered my mother's question the way I knew Wardy wanted it
answered.

"I feel that way more then ever, Mom. Anything Ward makes me do or any rule
he makes me obey is good because it is really for my benefit and designed
to teach me something.  There is no reason at all for either of you to
prevent Ward from doing anything he feels is necessary. I don't like
wearing only my tighty whities around the house and even outside in the
yard, but I feel Ward should be able to make me do it, Mom and Dad".

The pressure from Ward's shoe diminished considerably as I spoke.

Then Dad said, "Yes, Jimmy, you are absolutely right. I don't care if it
inconveniences your Mother and me, or even if we feel awkward in front of
friends or relatives, or anyone else for that matter, I want Ward to be
able to teach Jimmy the lessons he feels are necessary and discipline him
in every way he decides is best. And Jimmy, I feel so much closer to you
and so much fonder of you because you want Wardy to have that kind of
control over you. To me that is a sign that you are improving and beginning
to grow up".

"I hope you are right, Dad, but believe me Jimmy is not going to grow up
over night. He will relapse into his childish behavior many times before he
really learns. I know what I am doing, Dad, and I promise that you will be
happy with the long term results."

"I'm sure of it, Wardy".

We had all finished our salad. It was Saturday, so we always had hot dogs
and beans.  We had rolls for the hot dogs and all the fixings, and we also
had Mom's homemade potato salad. I took two hot dogs and a big pile of
potato salad but since I don't really like beans an awful lot, I only took
a couple tablespoons. I would have taken even more food except I knew by
the way Ward pressed down with his shoe on my foot, that Ward didn't want
me to load up my plate too much, but at least he cut me some slack.

Ward also took two hot dogs and, a smaller portion of potato salad then I
did, but he took a lot of beans, and later went back for seconds, and took
as many beans as he did the first time around for his second helping.

Mom had baked an apple pie for dessert and I asked for a big piece, but
Ward stepped on my foot pretty hard and I changed my mind. "Can you just
make that a medium sized piece with just a very little vanilla ice cream on
top, Mom? I ate so much dinner I really shouldn't stuff myself".

" How sensible, Jimmy" Dad said "I am so surprised you realized that
without one of us telling you".

"Thanks to Ward, I realize a lot more than i used to, Dad".

"And it's a good thing you do, Jimmy. I would hate to tell you can't have
dessert, but sometimes I will need to do that"

"Yes, Ward" I answered, "You know best.

Dad changed the subject taking the conversation back to the van, and the
terrific job Ward and I had done. Dad was also pleased that Ward had not
played the radio too loud and had not kept it on long enough to affect the
battery.

"The wax job is the best I've ever had, and the windows are spotless" Dad
concluded.

"I did the windows, but Jimmy did most of the waxing. We both enjoyed doing
it a lot.  I don't think that Jimmy was really thrilled about meeting
Mrs. Henderson or Captain McNab in just his diaper; that's what I usually
call his tighty whities now, to remind Jimmy that he is dressed like he is
to remind him that he acts like a baby a good part of the time".

"Both of our neighbors saw him like that? Mom asked. "And what did they
say?"

"I explained to Mrs. Henderson about Jimmy acting like a baby and getting
punished. She seemed to understand, but scolded Jimmy. Jimmy explained to
the Captain, but I expect he will have a chat with Dad about it. He
suggested that Jimmy might benefit by spending a weekend in JDC. He said he
can arrange it. All I need to do is ask him, or make Jimmy go and ask. I'm
toying with the idea".

"Well, maybe it would be a good experience for Jimmy, but do you think you
might wait a while before making a decision, Ward?"

"Sure, Dad, I'm not even sure I want to take Captain McNab up on his offer
yet. It depends a lot on how Jimmy behaves during the next few weeks".

I got goose bumps just thinking that Ward might really consider that as an
option, but I knew he might, especially since Dad didn't say much to make
him stop thinking about the idea. The idea of such a punishment really
scared me, but at the same time it gave me a wicked boner.

When dinner was over, I offered to help Mom with the dishes and putting
everything away.

"Go for it, Jimmy. That will make up for the other night when instead of
going to help Mom as you were told to do, you put your ear to the study
door to hear the conversation I was having with Dad".

"You are right, Ward, but from now on I will be glad to help Mom every
night after dinner".

"Very good, Jimmy, you've got years of not helping out when you should have
to make up for. I think Mom deserves to have a lot more help with house
work than she has been getting, so I'm hoping that you will give that some
thought and come up with your own ideas about how she can get that help".

And, of course, while Ward was making the last remarks his shoe was
pressing down once again on my foot.

"There is also a lot of work that Dad does around the house and yard. He
comes home from a hard day at work and has to do things around here, and
you know, Jimmy, that this has been going on for years without you lifting
your little finger to help, but I don't want Dad to have to do anything
around here that you and me can do, Jimmy, and we both know it will be
mostly me because you are too uncoordinated and (let's come right out and
tell the truth) too much of a sissy. Am I wrong, Jimmy? If I am, you just
go ahead and say so, right now in front of Mom and Dad".

Ward pressed down so hard with his shoe that this time I almost shouted out
`Ow', but somehow I kept from doing it.  I thought about what Ward was
saying, and I knew he was making me look bad, even though and maybe because
of my offer to help Mom; and Wardy was daring me to contradict him. I knew
I would get another spanking in front of Mom and Dad if I said the wrong
thing, and probably a lot more punishment too, so I not only kept my
feelings inside, but decided to try to say exactly what Ward wanted to
hear.

"I am so sorry, Mom and Dad, that I have been such a bad boy, and yes, a
bad son too. I have been very selfish and lazy. It is so good that Ward
became part of this family. He is teaching me to recognize the error of my
ways, and to want to make up for what I've done wrong. Ward, I have been
thinking about helping Mom more, and that's why I wanted to help now, but
if you hadn't made me feel so ashamed of myself, I would never have said
the part about helping in the kitchen from now on. But, that isn't enough
either from now on I want to help Mom with the laundry and all the other
housework. I will dust and vacuum, and anything else Mom wants done
whenever she wants it done.

"You are also right about me being so uncoordinated, Ward, to the point
where I am a klutz when it comes to doing the kind of work real men do, and
since that is the way it is, I need your help to do the things Dad always
did around the house, but I will be glad to work with you on those jobs and
do whatever I can".

"You won't have to do that much of the he-man stuff, Jimmy, just help a
little here and there. Besides you being lazy and thinking you were better
than anyone else, one of the main reasons Mom hasn't gotten much help with
the housework is because she didn't have a daughter. It's expected that a
girl will help her Mom with the housework. I want you to try to think of
yourself as that daughter your mother never had, Jimmy. You are real good
at acting Jimmy, so I want you to play the role of Mom's daughter. It's
okay we all know that you aren't really a girl, Jimmy, or they would have
put that on your birth certificate, but trust me and do what I'm telling
you. Whenever it's a good time for you to be mommy's little helper, put on
one of Mom's aprons and get into your role as Mom's daughter. I want you to
do that, Jimmy. It works! You don't object to that do you?"

Object! I really wanted to scream. First Ward makes me a baby, and now he
makes me a girl. This was so humiliating, but I didn't dare argue about
it. The most I could say was:

"Whatever you say, Ward. I'm sure you know best".

"Dad and Mom, I hope you don't think it's a weird idea, but i know it's
going to help, but you will also have to trust me, particularly Mom. You
see how much I've helped Jimmy before now, and things are much better for
you too, so please help me help Jimmy. Mom, will you play along and when
Jimmy helps you with the housework pretend that he's your daughter, the
sweet little girl you always wanted?"

"I think we should trust Ward, Mother. He says it will work, and he's been
right up until now. Ward knows what he's doing, even if his methods are
sort of unusual" Dad said.

"Of course you are right, dear. I trust Ward; I'll do my best to help".

"Mom, and you too Dad, you are wonderful. I'm not going to disappoint
you. I am going to help Jimmy become everything he should be. I'm sure
Jimmy is grateful for everything you do to help me give him the correction
he needs. Isn't that right, Jimmy?"

As Ward asked that question he pushed down really hard with his shoe. It
really hurt, but I know it still could have been much worse.

"Yes, Ward. You are right, and I want Mom and Dad to help you".

"Then I will act the part of my little girl's mommy whenever Jimmy helps me
with the housework, Ward. I will give an academy award performance if that
helps".

"Mom, you are a real peach' Ward answered.

As promised after dinner I helped Mom with the dishes and clean-up, but
before Mom would let me do anything she picked out an apron and put it on
me, tying it in the back.

"Isn't that better, dear, a nice lavender apron with pink pansies on
it. Now you really do look like my little girl. I am just so happy to have
my daughter helping me do things. Don't you love helping me?"

"Of course, Mom", I answered.

Later, after Ward and I went upstairs to get ready for bed, I thought of
saying something to Ward, but he stopped me in my tracks.

"Before you say anything, Jimmy, I got to tell you I give a lot of credit
to your mom and Dad, they are being so great about going along with the
training I'm giving you. And I just loved seeing you in the apron she
picked out for you to wear. Pansies and pink ones! How fucking appropriate
is that? And I am just so pleased with you, Jimmy. You went along with
everything the way I wanted,. I was prepared to give you a real good ass
beating because I thought for sure you would talk back and throw a fucking
tantrum.  Because you've been so good tonight but letting give a long, slow
blow job anyway you want to give it."

After a speech like that what could I do but shut up about any complaints I
might have and get to work making love to Wardy's dick, and that is just
what I did.

I used my tongue to lick up and down and around Ward's cock and tease it
good. I sucked and slurped his balls, and then I took his pecker as far
down my throat as I could and took it in and out until Ward got hard as a
rock, and then went back to licking his dick and making love to his
balls. I repeated the process of teasing and serious sucking several times
until Ward finally tensed up and sent spurt after spurt of cum in thick
strands into my mouth, and I greedily swallowed every drop.  When we were
done Ward and I showered together. I washed his entire body lovingly, and
he took me in his arms and hugged me and just before we got out of the
shower stall , Ward kissed me. He drove his tongue deep in my mouth and I
could tell that there was some passion in his kiss, and I responded in like
manner.

"I can do that once in a while now that you have accepted being treated
like a girl when I want that. You're still a faggot, but I can forget that
every so often and pretend for a moment that you're my girlfriend. Did you
like having me kiss you, Jimmy?"

"You know I did Wardy"

"Then close your eyes and open your mouth, Jimmy"

I did what Ward told me, and he spit a big gob into my mouth.

"That's so you don't get any funny ideas about me being queer for you,
bitch".

When we got into bed Ward began making some nasty farts.

"Those beans get me going every time, faggot. I tell you what, Jimmy. I
don't want you to miss out on the best part of this action. Get your head
down under the covers, and put your sweet little face up against my ass
crack. You are about to become my personal fart smeller. I ate so many
beans just so I could give you this special treat".

I did what Ward said, but it was really gross. Ward's farts smelled really
bad. He kept ripping out one nasty fart after another. At first they made
feel a little sick, but then I started thinking about the fact that these
were Wardy's farts that he was making just for me and that I had no choice
except to smell them, and then, sick puppy that I am, I got a hard on.

(End of Lesson Eight -- Part One -- To Be Continued)





Ward's Shoes -- Lesson 8

Ward's Introduction

Maybe some of you think that Jimmy's tears made Wardy turn to mush. Oh no,
What's going on here, Jimmy sheds a few fucking tears and Ward gets all
sappy and the story changes into a fucking soap opera? You guys know
nothing about domination.  You gotta know when to take a little step back
and when the push the envelope, whatever the hell that stupid expression is
supposed to mean.

I intend to use and control Jimmy in every way thinkable, but I want him to
want that and not to resist me every step of the way. Oh, I know he ain't
gonna love all the shit I dish out, but I want his dick to get hard and
stay that way most of the time, and just like Jimmy doesn't want me to hate
him, I don't want him to hate me.

The trouble with too many dominant guys is that they think everything is
about them, and that it don't matter if the sub gets any pleasure. That is
just plain dumb, unless you are one of those psychos who thinks of a sub as
somebody, or some body, of no value.  I don't see it that way; I appreciate
a true faggot, a guy who gets off on being used, humiliated, and
punished. I want him to enjoy taking what i dish out to him, and I want him
to worship me. I don't want him to like everything I do to him and make him
do, but I do want him to be hooked on me and to get turned on by the way I
treat him, the way I get turned on by fucking with him.

Any moron can dominate with a club like caveman, but I want my slave to
look up to me as a god to be worshiped not as an ape to be feared and
despised.

I want Jimmy to serve and obey me, but sometimes I want to see some
fight. It's kind of like reeling in a fish. It wouldn't be any fun if the
fish never put up a fight. At the same time, I know that if you give a fish
too much slack he may wiggle off the line.

Anyway, Jimmy will tell you about what happened on Sunday.


Lesson Eight

I never thought I would make it through yesterday. I was so humiliated by
having to go outside in my tighty whities and by being seen like that by at
least two, maybe three people. And I couldn't believe that Ward made me
lick his shoes. That was disgusting, but I have to admit that while I was
doing that my dick was so stiff that I thought I might blow a load before I
could finish licking Ward's loafers.

I woke up this morning with the sun coming thru the bedroom window. I was
so grateful that it was Sunday. I was sure this would be a better and
easier day because I knew Ward wanted us all to go to church, and Mom and
Dad had said they would go too. Boy was I wrong about it being an easy day.

I was happy that Ward asked for a blow job as soon as he woke up, because I
practically lived to suck Ward's dick these days, but I still wasn't
thrilled when it was time to lick Ward's ass and suck on his asshole, but
today he also demanded I kiss his feet and even suck his toes. He demanded
I spend some time sucking each toe and then I had to lick between each
one. How humiliating; but still my cock was stiff all the time I was doing
it, just like when Ward made me lick his shoes.

But before I go into detail about Sunday's events, I should finish telling
about yesterday.  Everything I told about in the last lesson only took the
story up until supper time.

We didn't see Mom and Dad all Saturday afternoon while we were washing and
waxing Dad's van. At the dinner table, Dad went on and on praising the job
we did on the van.  It was the first time I came to the table in just my
tighty whities and Mom seemed surprised.

"I had forgotten you wanted Jimmy to wear only his underwear at home, Ward"
she said.

"I know it's kind of awkward, Mom, but at least until jimmy grows up some
more, and learns more about how to be a good, respectful, and obedient boy,
it's for the best. I love you and Dad so much, and you don't know how much
your enthusiastic support for my efforts to help Jimmy with his behavior
problems means to me, Mom"

"Oh, it's fine, Wardy. We can all handle things being this way, since it's
for Jimmy's own good, and I'm sure this is for the best because Jimmy was
so adamant about us giving you a free hand with him, Ward. You still feel
that way don't you, Jimmy?"

Again I felt the pressure of Ward's shoe pressing down firmly on my bare
foot, and just like one of those dolls that you squeeze somewhere to make
it talk, I answered my mother's question the way I knew Wardy wanted it
answered.

"I feel that way more then ever, Mom. Anything Ward makes me do or any rule
he makes me obey is good because it is really for my benefit and designed
to teach me something.  There is no reason at all for either of you to
prevent Ward from doing anything he feels is necessary. I don't like
wearing only my tighty whities around the house and even outside in the
yard, but I feel Ward should be able to make me do it, Mom and Dad".

The pressure from Ward's shoe diminished considerably as I spoke.

Then Dad said, "Yes, Jimmy, you are absolutely right. I don't care if it
inconveniences your Mother and me, or even if we feel awkward in front of
friends or relatives, or anyone else for that matter, I want Ward to be
able to teach Jimmy the lessons he feels are necessary and discipline him
in every way he decides is best. And Jimmy, I feel so much closer to you
and so much fonder of you because you want Wardy to have that kind of
control over you. To me that is a sign that you are improving and beginning
to grow up".

"I hope you are right, Dad, but believe me Jimmy is not going to grow up
over night. He will relapse into his childish behavior many times before he
really learns. I know what I am doing, Dad, and I promise that you will be
happy with the long term results."

"I'm sure of it, Wardy".

We had all finished our salad. It was Saturday, so we always had hot dogs
and beans.  We had rolls for the hot dogs and all the fixings, and we also
had Mom's homemade potato salad. I took two hot dogs and a big pile of
potato salad but since I don't really like beans an awful lot, I only took
a couple tablespoons. I would have taken even more food except I knew by
the way Ward pressed down with his shoe on my foot, that Ward didn't want
me to load up my plate too much, but at least he cut me some slack.

Ward also took two hot dogs and, a smaller portion of potato salad then I
did, but he took a lot of beans, and later went back for seconds, and took
as many beans as he did the first time around for his second helping.

Mom had baked an apple pie for dessert and I asked for a big piece, but
Ward stepped on my foot pretty hard and I changed my mind. "Can you just
make that a medium sized piece with just a very little vanilla ice cream on
top, Mom? I ate so much dinner I really shouldn't stuff myself".

" How sensible, Jimmy" Dad said "I am so surprised you realized that
without one of us telling you".

"Thanks to Ward, I realize a lot more than i used to, Dad".

"And it's a good thing you do, Jimmy. I would hate to tell you can't have
dessert, but sometimes I will need to do that"

"Yes, Ward" I answered, "You know best.

Dad changed the subject taking the conversation back to the van, and the
terrific job Ward and I had done. Dad was also pleased that Ward had not
played the radio too loud and had not kept it on long enough to affect the
battery.

"The wax job is the best I've ever had, and the windows are spotless" Dad
concluded.

"I did the windows, but Jimmy did most of the waxing. We both enjoyed doing
it a lot.  I don't think that Jimmy was really thrilled about meeting
Mrs. Henderson or Captain McNab in just his diaper; that's what I usually
call his tighty whities now, to remind Jimmy that he is dressed like he is
to remind him that he acts like a baby a good part of the time".

"Both of our neighbors saw him like that? Mom asked. "And what did they
say?"

"I explained to Mrs. Henderson about Jimmy acting like a baby and getting
punished. She seemed to understand, but scolded Jimmy. Jimmy explained to
the Captain, but I expect he will have a chat with Dad about it. He
suggested that Jimmy might benefit by spending a weekend in JDC. He said he
can arrange it. All I need to do is ask him, or make Jimmy go and ask. I'm
toying with the idea".

"Well, maybe it would be a good experience for Jimmy, but do you think you
might wait a while before making a decision, Ward?"

"Sure, Dad, I'm not even sure I want to take Captain McNab up on his offer
yet. It depends a lot on how Jimmy behaves during the next few weeks".

I got goose bumps just thinking that Ward might really consider that as an
option, but I knew he might, especially since Dad didn't say much to make
him stop thinking about the idea. The idea of such a punishment really
scared me, but at the same time it gave me a wicked boner.

When dinner was over, I offered to help Mom with the dishes and putting
everything away.

"Go for it, Jimmy. That will make up for the other night when instead of
going to help Mom as you were told to do, you put your ear to the study
door to hear the conversation I was having with Dad".

"You are right, Ward, but from now on I will be glad to help Mom every
night after dinner".

"Very good, Jimmy, you've got years of not helping out when you should have
to make up for. I think Mom deserves to have a lot more help with house
work than she has been getting, so I'm hoping that you will give that some
thought and come up with your own ideas about how she can get that help".

And, of course, while Ward was making the last remarks his shoe was
pressing down once again on my foot.

"There is also a lot of work that Dad does around the house and yard. He
comes home from a hard day at work and has to do things around here, and
you know, Jimmy, that this has been going on for years without you lifting
your little finger to help, but I don't want Dad to have to do anything
around here that you and me can do, Jimmy, and we both know it will be
mostly me because you are too uncoordinated and (let's come right out and
tell the truth) too much of a sissy. Am I wrong, Jimmy? If I am, you just
go ahead and say so, right now in front of Mom and Dad".

Ward pressed down so hard with his shoe that this time I almost shouted out
`Ow', but somehow I kept from doing it.  I thought about what Ward was
saying, and I knew he was making me look bad, even though and maybe because
of my offer to help Mom; and Wardy was daring me to contradict him. I knew
I would get another spanking in front of Mom and Dad if I said the wrong
thing, and probably a lot more punishment too, so I not only kept my
feelings inside, but decided to try to say exactly what Ward wanted to
hear.

"I am so sorry, Mom and Dad, that I have been such a bad boy, and yes, a
bad son too. I have been very selfish and lazy. It is so good that Ward
became part of this family. He is teaching me to recognize the error of my
ways, and to want to make up for what I've done wrong. Ward, I have been
thinking about helping Mom more, and that's why I wanted to help now, but
if you hadn't made me feel so ashamed of myself, I would never have said
the part about helping in the kitchen from now on. But, that isn't enough
either from now on I want to help Mom with the laundry and all the other
housework. I will dust and vacuum, and anything else Mom wants done
whenever she wants it done.

"You are also right about me being so uncoordinated, Ward, to the point
where I am a klutz when it comes to doing the kind of work real men do, and
since that is the way it is, I need your help to do the things Dad always
did around the house, but I will be glad to work with you on those jobs and
do whatever I can".

"You won't have to do that much of the he-man stuff, Jimmy, just help a
little here and there. Besides you being lazy and thinking you were better
than anyone else, one of the main reasons Mom hasn't gotten much help with
the housework is because she didn't have a daughter. It's expected that a
girl will help her Mom with the housework. I want you to try to think of
yourself as that daughter your mother never had, Jimmy. You are real good
at acting Jimmy, so I want you to play the role of Mom's daughter. It's
okay we all know that you aren't really a girl, Jimmy, or they would have
put that on your birth certificate, but trust me and do what I'm telling
you. Whenever it's a good time for you to be mommy's little helper, put on
one of Mom's aprons and get into your role as Mom's daughter. I want you to
do that, Jimmy. It works! You don't object to that do you?"

Object! I really wanted to scream. First Ward makes me a baby, and now he
makes me a girl. This was so humiliating, but I didn't dare argue about
it. The most I could say was:

"Whatever you say, Ward. I'm sure you know best".

"Dad and Mom, I hope you don't think it's a weird idea, but i know it's
going to help, but you will also have to trust me, particularly Mom. You
see how much I've helped Jimmy before now, and things are much better for
you too, so please help me help Jimmy. Mom, will you play along and when
Jimmy helps you with the housework pretend that he's your daughter, the
sweet little girl you always wanted?"

"I think we should trust Ward, Mother. He says it will work, and he's been
right up until now. Ward knows what he's doing, even if his methods are
sort of unusual" Dad said.

"Of course you are right, dear. I trust Ward; I'll do my best to help".

"Mom, and you too Dad, you are wonderful. I'm not going to disappoint
you. I am going to help Jimmy become everything he should be. I'm sure
Jimmy is grateful for everything you do to help me give him the correction
he needs. Isn't that right, Jimmy?"

As Ward asked that question he pushed down really hard with his shoe. It
really hurt, but I know it still could have been much worse.

"Yes, Ward. You are right, and I want Mom and Dad to help you".

"Then I will act the part of my little girl's mommy whenever Jimmy helps me
with the housework, Ward. I will give an academy award performance if that
helps".

"Mom, you are a real peach' Ward answered.

As promised after dinner I helped Mom with the dishes and clean-up, but
before Mom would let me do anything she picked out an apron and put it on
me, tying it in the back.

"Isn't that better, dear, a nice lavender apron with pink pansies on
it. Now you really do look like my little girl. I am just so happy to have
my daughter helping me do things. Don't you love helping me?"

"Of course, Mom", I answered.

Later, after Ward and I went upstairs to get ready for bed, I thought of
saying something to Ward, but he stopped me in my tracks.

"Before you say anything, Jimmy, I got to tell you I give a lot of credit
to your mom and Dad, they are being so great about going along with the
training I'm giving you. And I just loved seeing you in the apron she
picked out for you to wear. Pansies and pink ones! How fucking appropriate
is that? And I am just so pleased with you, Jimmy. You went along with
everything the way I wanted,. I was prepared to give you a real good ass
beating because I thought for sure you would talk back and throw a fucking
tantrum.  Because you've been so good tonight but letting give a long, slow
blow job anyway you want to give it."

After a speech like that what could I do but shut up about any complaints I
might have and get to work making love to Wardy's dick, and that is just
what I did.

I used my tongue to lick up and down and around Ward's cock and tease it
good. I sucked and slurped his balls, and then I took his pecker as far
down my throat as I could and took it in and out until Ward got hard as a
rock, and then went back to licking his dick and making love to his
balls. I repeated the process of teasing and serious sucking several times
until Ward finally tensed up and sent spurt after spurt of cum in thick
strands into my mouth, and I greedily swallowed every drop.  When we were
done Ward and I showered together. I washed his entire body lovingly, and
he took me in his arms and hugged me and just before we got out of the
shower stall , Ward kissed me. He drove his tongue deep in my mouth and I
could tell that there was some passion in his kiss, and I responded in like
manner.

"I can do that once in a while now that you have accepted being treated
like a girl when I want that. You're still a faggot, but I can forget that
every so often and pretend for a moment that you're my girlfriend. Did you
like having me kiss you, Jimmy?"

"You know I did Wardy"

"Then close your eyes and open your mouth, Jimmy"

I did what Ward told me, and he spit a big gob into my mouth.

"That's so you don't get any funny ideas about me being queer for you,
bitch".

When we got into bed Ward began making some nasty farts.

"Those beans get me going every time, faggot. I tell you what, Jimmy. I
don't want you to miss out on the best part of this action. Get your head
down under the covers, and put your sweet little face up against my ass
crack. You are about to become my personal fart smeller. I ate so many
beans just so I could give you this special treat".

I did what Ward said, but it was really gross. Ward's farts smelled really
bad. He kept ripping out one nasty fart after another. At first they made
feel a little sick, but then I started thinking about the fact that these
were Wardy's farts that he was making just for me and that I had no choice
except to smell them, and then, sick puppy that I am, I got a hard on.

(End of Lesson Eight -- Part One -- To Be Continued)
















Ward's Shoes -- Lesson 8

Ward's Introduction

Maybe some of you think that Jimmy's tears made Wardy turn to mush. Oh no,
What's going on here, Jimmy sheds a few fucking tears and Ward gets all
sappy and the story changes into a fucking soap opera? You guys know
nothing about domination.  You gotta know when to take a little step back
and when the push the envelope, whatever the hell that stupid expression is
supposed to mean.

I intend to use and control Jimmy in every way thinkable, but I want him to
want that and not to resist me every step of the way. Oh, I know he ain't
gonna love all the shit I dish out, but I want his dick to get hard and
stay that way most of the time, and just like Jimmy doesn't want me to hate
him, I don't want him to hate me.

The trouble with too many dominant guys is that they think everything is
about them, and that it don't matter if the sub gets any pleasure. That is
just plain dumb, unless you are one of those psychos who thinks of a sub as
somebody, or some body, of no value.  I don't see it that way; I appreciate
a true faggot, a guy who gets off on being used, humiliated, and
punished. I want him to enjoy taking what i dish out to him, and I want him
to worship me. I don't want him to like everything I do to him and make him
do, but I do want him to be hooked on me and to get turned on by the way I
treat him, the way I get turned on by fucking with him.

Any moron can dominate with a club like caveman, but I want my slave to
look up to me as a god to be worshiped not as an ape to be feared and
despised.

I want Jimmy to serve and obey me, but sometimes I want to see some
fight. It's kind of like reeling in a fish. It wouldn't be any fun if the
fish never put up a fight. At the same time, I know that if you give a fish
too much slack he may wiggle off the line.

Anyway, Jimmy will tell you about what happened on Sunday.


Lesson Eight

I never thought I would make it through yesterday. I was so humiliated by
having to go outside in my tighty whities and by being seen like that by at
least two, maybe three people. And I couldn't believe that Ward made me
lick his shoes. That was disgusting, but I have to admit that while I was
doing that my dick was so stiff that I thought I might blow a load before I
could finish licking Ward's loafers.

I woke up this morning with the sun coming thru the bedroom window. I was
so grateful that it was Sunday. I was sure this would be a better and
easier day because I knew Ward wanted us all to go to church, and Mom and
Dad had said they would go too. Boy was I wrong about it being an easy day.

I was happy that Ward asked for a blow job as soon as he woke up, because I
practically lived to suck Ward's dick these days, but I still wasn't
thrilled when it was time to lick Ward's ass and suck on his asshole, but
today he also demanded I kiss his feet and even suck his toes. He demanded
I spend some time sucking each toe and then I had to lick between each
one. How humiliating; but still my cock was stiff all the time I was doing
it, just like when Ward made me lick his shoes.

But before I go into detail about Sunday's events, I should finish telling
about yesterday.  Everything I told about in the last lesson only took the
story up until supper time.

We didn't see Mom and Dad all Saturday afternoon while we were washing and
waxing Dad's van. At the dinner table, Dad went on and on praising the job
we did on the van.  It was the first time I came to the table in just my
tighty whities and Mom seemed surprised.

"I had forgotten you wanted Jimmy to wear only his underwear at home, Ward"
she said.

"I know it's kind of awkward, Mom, but at least until jimmy grows up some
more, and learns more about how to be a good, respectful, and obedient boy,
it's for the best. I love you and Dad so much, and you don't know how much
your enthusiastic support for my efforts to help Jimmy with his behavior
problems means to me, Mom"

"Oh, it's fine, Wardy. We can all handle things being this way, since it's
for Jimmy's own good, and I'm sure this is for the best because Jimmy was
so adamant about us giving you a free hand with him, Ward. You still feel
that way don't you, Jimmy?"

Again I felt the pressure of Ward's shoe pressing down firmly on my bare
foot, and just like one of those dolls that you squeeze somewhere to make
it talk, I answered my mother's question the way I knew Wardy wanted it
answered.

"I feel that way more then ever, Mom. Anything Ward makes me do or any rule
he makes me obey is good because it is really for my benefit and designed
to teach me something.  There is no reason at all for either of you to
prevent Ward from doing anything he feels is necessary. I don't like
wearing only my tighty whities around the house and even outside in the
yard, but I feel Ward should be able to make me do it, Mom and Dad".

The pressure from Ward's shoe diminished considerably as I spoke.

Then Dad said, "Yes, Jimmy, you are absolutely right. I don't care if it
inconveniences your Mother and me, or even if we feel awkward in front of
friends or relatives, or anyone else for that matter, I want Ward to be
able to teach Jimmy the lessons he feels are necessary and discipline him
in every way he decides is best. And Jimmy, I feel so much closer to you
and so much fonder of you because you want Wardy to have that kind of
control over you. To me that is a sign that you are improving and beginning
to grow up".

"I hope you are right, Dad, but believe me Jimmy is not going to grow up
over night. He will relapse into his childish behavior many times before he
really learns. I know what I am doing, Dad, and I promise that you will be
happy with the long term results."

"I'm sure of it, Wardy".

We had all finished our salad. It was Saturday, so we always had hot dogs
and beans.  We had rolls for the hot dogs and all the fixings, and we also
had Mom's homemade potato salad. I took two hot dogs and a big pile of
potato salad but since I don't really like beans an awful lot, I only took
a couple tablespoons. I would have taken even more food except I knew by
the way Ward pressed down with his shoe on my foot, that Ward didn't want
me to load up my plate too much, but at least he cut me some slack.

Ward also took two hot dogs and, a smaller portion of potato salad then I
did, but he took a lot of beans, and later went back for seconds, and took
as many beans as he did the first time around for his second helping.

Mom had baked an apple pie for dessert and I asked for a big piece, but
Ward stepped on my foot pretty hard and I changed my mind. "Can you just
make that a medium sized piece with just a very little vanilla ice cream on
top, Mom? I ate so much dinner I really shouldn't stuff myself".

" How sensible, Jimmy" Dad said "I am so surprised you realized that
without one of us telling you".

"Thanks to Ward, I realize a lot more than i used to, Dad".

"And it's a good thing you do, Jimmy. I would hate to tell you can't have
dessert, but sometimes I will need to do that"

"Yes, Ward" I answered, "You know best.

Dad changed the subject taking the conversation back to the van, and the
terrific job Ward and I had done. Dad was also pleased that Ward had not
played the radio too loud and had not kept it on long enough to affect the
battery.

"The wax job is the best I've ever had, and the windows are spotless" Dad
concluded.

"I did the windows, but Jimmy did most of the waxing. We both enjoyed doing
it a lot.  I don't think that Jimmy was really thrilled about meeting
Mrs. Henderson or Captain McNab in just his diaper; that's what I usually
call his tighty whities now, to remind Jimmy that he is dressed like he is
to remind him that he acts like a baby a good part of the time".

"Both of our neighbors saw him like that? Mom asked. "And what did they
say?"

"I explained to Mrs. Henderson about Jimmy acting like a baby and getting
punished. She seemed to understand, but scolded Jimmy. Jimmy explained to
the Captain, but I expect he will have a chat with Dad about it. He
suggested that Jimmy might benefit by spending a weekend in JDC. He said he
can arrange it. All I need to do is ask him, or make Jimmy go and ask. I'm
toying with the idea".

"Well, maybe it would be a good experience for Jimmy, but do you think you
might wait a while before making a decision, Ward?"

"Sure, Dad, I'm not even sure I want to take Captain McNab up on his offer
yet. It depends a lot on how Jimmy behaves during the next few weeks".

I got goose bumps just thinking that Ward might really consider that as an
option, but I knew he might, especially since Dad didn't say much to make
him stop thinking about the idea. The idea of such a punishment really
scared me, but at the same time it gave me a wicked boner.

When dinner was over, I offered to help Mom with the dishes and putting
everything away.

"Go for it, Jimmy. That will make up for the other night when instead of
going to help Mom as you were told to do, you put your ear to the study
door to hear the conversation I was having with Dad".

"You are right, Ward, but from now on I will be glad to help Mom every
night after dinner".

"Very good, Jimmy, you've got years of not helping out when you should have
to make up for. I think Mom deserves to have a lot more help with house
work than she has been getting, so I'm hoping that you will give that some
thought and come up with your own ideas about how she can get that help".

And, of course, while Ward was making the last remarks his shoe was
pressing down once again on my foot.

"There is also a lot of work that Dad does around the house and yard. He
comes home from a hard day at work and has to do things around here, and
you know, Jimmy, that this has been going on for years without you lifting
your little finger to help, but I don't want Dad to have to do anything
around here that you and me can do, Jimmy, and we both know it will be
mostly me because you are too uncoordinated and (let's come right out and
tell the truth) too much of a sissy. Am I wrong, Jimmy? If I am, you just
go ahead and say so, right now in front of Mom and Dad".

Ward pressed down so hard with his shoe that this time I almost shouted out
`Ow', but somehow I kept from doing it.  I thought about what Ward was
saying, and I knew he was making me look bad, even though and maybe because
of my offer to help Mom; and Wardy was daring me to contradict him. I knew
I would get another spanking in front of Mom and Dad if I said the wrong
thing, and probably a lot more punishment too, so I not only kept my
feelings inside, but decided to try to say exactly what Ward wanted to
hear.

"I am so sorry, Mom and Dad, that I have been such a bad boy, and yes, a
bad son too. I have been very selfish and lazy. It is so good that Ward
became part of this family. He is teaching me to recognize the error of my
ways, and to want to make up for what I've done wrong. Ward, I have been
thinking about helping Mom more, and that's why I wanted to help now, but
if you hadn't made me feel so ashamed of myself, I would never have said
the part about helping in the kitchen from now on. But, that isn't enough
either from now on I want to help Mom with the laundry and all the other
housework. I will dust and vacuum, and anything else Mom wants done
whenever she wants it done.

"You are also right about me being so uncoordinated, Ward, to the point
where I am a klutz when it comes to doing the kind of work real men do, and
since that is the way it is, I need your help to do the things Dad always
did around the house, but I will be glad to work with you on those jobs and
do whatever I can".

"You won't have to do that much of the he-man stuff, Jimmy, just help a
little here and there. Besides you being lazy and thinking you were better
than anyone else, one of the main reasons Mom hasn't gotten much help with
the housework is because she didn't have a daughter. It's expected that a
girl will help her Mom with the housework. I want you to try to think of
yourself as that daughter your mother never had, Jimmy. You are real good
at acting Jimmy, so I want you to play the role of Mom's daughter. It's
okay we all know that you aren't really a girl, Jimmy, or they would have
put that on your birth certificate, but trust me and do what I'm telling
you. Whenever it's a good time for you to be mommy's little helper, put on
one of Mom's aprons and get into your role as Mom's daughter. I want you to
do that, Jimmy. It works! You don't object to that do you?"

Object! I really wanted to scream. First Ward makes me a baby, and now he
makes me a girl. This was so humiliating, but I didn't dare argue about
it. The most I could say was:

"Whatever you say, Ward. I'm sure you know best".

"Dad and Mom, I hope you don't think it's a weird idea, but i know it's
going to help, but you will also have to trust me, particularly Mom. You
see how much I've helped Jimmy before now, and things are much better for
you too, so please help me help Jimmy. Mom, will you play along and when
Jimmy helps you with the housework pretend that he's your daughter, the
sweet little girl you always wanted?"

"I think we should trust Ward, Mother. He says it will work, and he's been
right up until now. Ward knows what he's doing, even if his methods are
sort of unusual" Dad said.

"Of course you are right, dear. I trust Ward; I'll do my best to help".

"Mom, and you too Dad, you are wonderful. I'm not going to disappoint
you. I am going to help Jimmy become everything he should be. I'm sure
Jimmy is grateful for everything you do to help me give him the correction
he needs. Isn't that right, Jimmy?"

As Ward asked that question he pushed down really hard with his shoe. It
really hurt, but I know it still could have been much worse.

"Yes, Ward. You are right, and I want Mom and Dad to help you".

"Then I will act the part of my little girl's mommy whenever Jimmy helps me
with the housework, Ward. I will give an academy award performance if that
helps".

"Mom, you are a real peach' Ward answered.

As promised after dinner I helped Mom with the dishes and clean-up, but
before Mom would let me do anything she picked out an apron and put it on
me, tying it in the back.

"Isn't that better, dear, a nice lavender apron with pink pansies on
it. Now you really do look like my little girl. I am just so happy to have
my daughter helping me do things. Don't you love helping me?"

"Of course, Mom", I answered.

Later, after Ward and I went upstairs to get ready for bed, I thought of
saying something to Ward, but he stopped me in my tracks.

"Before you say anything, Jimmy, I got to tell you I give a lot of credit
to your mom and Dad, they are being so great about going along with the
training I'm giving you. And I just loved seeing you in the apron she
picked out for you to wear. Pansies and pink ones! How fucking appropriate
is that? And I am just so pleased with you, Jimmy. You went along with
everything the way I wanted,. I was prepared to give you a real good ass
beating because I thought for sure you would talk back and throw a fucking
tantrum.  Because you've been so good tonight but letting give a long, slow
blow job anyway you want to give it."

After a speech like that what could I do but shut up about any complaints I
might have and get to work making love to Wardy's dick, and that is just
what I did.

I used my tongue to lick up and down and around Ward's cock and tease it
good. I sucked and slurped his balls, and then I took his pecker as far
down my throat as I could and took it in and out until Ward got hard as a
rock, and then went back to licking his dick and making love to his
balls. I repeated the process of teasing and serious sucking several times
until Ward finally tensed up and sent spurt after spurt of cum in thick
strands into my mouth, and I greedily swallowed every drop.  When we were
done Ward and I showered together. I washed his entire body lovingly, and
he took me in his arms and hugged me and just before we got out of the
shower stall , Ward kissed me. He drove his tongue deep in my mouth and I
could tell that there was some passion in his kiss, and I responded in like
manner.

"I can do that once in a while now that you have accepted being treated
like a girl when I want that. You're still a faggot, but I can forget that
every so often and pretend for a moment that you're my girlfriend. Did you
like having me kiss you, Jimmy?"

"You know I did Wardy"

"Then close your eyes and open your mouth, Jimmy"

I did what Ward told me, and he spit a big gob into my mouth.

"That's so you don't get any funny ideas about me being queer for you,
bitch".

When we got into bed Ward began making some nasty farts.

"Those beans get me going every time, faggot. I tell you what, Jimmy. I
don't want you to miss out on the best part of this action. Get your head
down under the covers, and put your sweet little face up against my ass
crack. You are about to become my personal fart smeller. I ate so many
beans just so I could give you this special treat".

I did what Ward said, but it was really gross. Ward's farts smelled really
bad. He kept ripping out one nasty fart after another. At first they made
feel a little sick, but then I started thinking about the fact that these
were Wardy's farts that he was making just for me and that I had no choice
except to smell them, and then, sick puppy that I am, I got a hard on.

(End of Lesson Eight -- Part One -- To Be Continued)







Ward's Shoes -- Lesson 8

Ward's Introduction

Maybe some of you think that Jimmy's tears made Wardy turn to mush. Oh no,
What's going on here, Jimmy sheds a few fucking tears and Ward gets all
sappy and the story changes into a fucking soap opera? You guys know
nothing about domination.  You gotta know when to take a little step back
and when the push the envelope, whatever the hell that stupid expression is
supposed to mean.

I intend to use and control Jimmy in every way thinkable, but I want him to
want that and not to resist me every step of the way. Oh, I know he ain't
gonna love all the shit I dish out, but I want his dick to get hard and
stay that way most of the time, and just like Jimmy doesn't want me to hate
him, I don't want him to hate me.

The trouble with too many dominant guys is that they think everything is
about them, and that it don't matter if the sub gets any pleasure. That is
just plain dumb, unless you are one of those psychos who thinks of a sub as
somebody, or some body, of no value.  I don't see it that way; I appreciate
a true faggot, a guy who gets off on being used, humiliated, and
punished. I want him to enjoy taking what i dish out to him, and I want him
to worship me. I don't want him to like everything I do to him and make him
do, but I do want him to be hooked on me and to get turned on by the way I
treat him, the way I get turned on by fucking with him.

Any moron can dominate with a club like caveman, but I want my slave to
look up to me as a god to be worshiped not as an ape to be feared and
despised.

I want Jimmy to serve and obey me, but sometimes I want to see some
fight. It's kind of like reeling in a fish. It wouldn't be any fun if the
fish never put up a fight. At the same time, I know that if you give a fish
too much slack he may wiggle off the line.

Anyway, Jimmy will tell you about what happened on Sunday.


Lesson Eight

I never thought I would make it through yesterday. I was so humiliated by
having to go outside in my tighty whities and by being seen like that by at
least two, maybe three people. And I couldn't believe that Ward made me
lick his shoes. That was disgusting, but I have to admit that while I was
doing that my dick was so stiff that I thought I might blow a load before I
could finish licking Ward's loafers.

I woke up this morning with the sun coming thru the bedroom window. I was
so grateful that it was Sunday. I was sure this would be a better and
easier day because I knew Ward wanted us all to go to church, and Mom and
Dad had said they would go too. Boy was I wrong about it being an easy day.

I was happy that Ward asked for a blow job as soon as he woke up, because I
practically lived to suck Ward's dick these days, but I still wasn't
thrilled when it was time to lick Ward's ass and suck on his asshole, but
today he also demanded I kiss his feet and even suck his toes. He demanded
I spend some time sucking each toe and then I had to lick between each
one. How humiliating; but still my cock was stiff all the time I was doing
it, just like when Ward made me lick his shoes.

But before I go into detail about Sunday's events, I should finish telling
about yesterday.  Everything I told about in the last lesson only took the
story up until supper time.

We didn't see Mom and Dad all Saturday afternoon while we were washing and
waxing Dad's van. At the dinner table, Dad went on and on praising the job
we did on the van.  It was the first time I came to the table in just my
tighty whities and Mom seemed surprised.

"I had forgotten you wanted Jimmy to wear only his underwear at home, Ward"
she said.

"I know it's kind of awkward, Mom, but at least until jimmy grows up some
more, and learns more about how to be a good, respectful, and obedient boy,
it's for the best. I love you and Dad so much, and you don't know how much
your enthusiastic support for my efforts to help Jimmy with his behavior
problems means to me, Mom"

"Oh, it's fine, Wardy. We can all handle things being this way, since it's
for Jimmy's own good, and I'm sure this is for the best because Jimmy was
so adamant about us giving you a free hand with him, Ward. You still feel
that way don't you, Jimmy?"

Again I felt the pressure of Ward's shoe pressing down firmly on my bare
foot, and just like one of those dolls that you squeeze somewhere to make
it talk, I answered my mother's question the way I knew Wardy wanted it
answered.

"I feel that way more then ever, Mom. Anything Ward makes me do or any rule
he makes me obey is good because it is really for my benefit and designed
to teach me something.  There is no reason at all for either of you to
prevent Ward from doing anything he feels is necessary. I don't like
wearing only my tighty whities around the house and even outside in the
yard, but I feel Ward should be able to make me do it, Mom and Dad".

The pressure from Ward's shoe diminished considerably as I spoke.

Then Dad said, "Yes, Jimmy, you are absolutely right. I don't care if it
inconveniences your Mother and me, or even if we feel awkward in front of
friends or relatives, or anyone else for that matter, I want Ward to be
able to teach Jimmy the lessons he feels are necessary and discipline him
in every way he decides is best. And Jimmy, I feel so much closer to you
and so much fonder of you because you want Wardy to have that kind of
control over you. To me that is a sign that you are improving and beginning
to grow up".

"I hope you are right, Dad, but believe me Jimmy is not going to grow up
over night. He will relapse into his childish behavior many times before he
really learns. I know what I am doing, Dad, and I promise that you will be
happy with the long term results."

"I'm sure of it, Wardy".

We had all finished our salad. It was Saturday, so we always had hot dogs
and beans.  We had rolls for the hot dogs and all the fixings, and we also
had Mom's homemade potato salad. I took two hot dogs and a big pile of
potato salad but since I don't really like beans an awful lot, I only took
a couple tablespoons. I would have taken even more food except I knew by
the way Ward pressed down with his shoe on my foot, that Ward didn't want
me to load up my plate too much, but at least he cut me some slack.

Ward also took two hot dogs and, a smaller portion of potato salad then I
did, but he took a lot of beans, and later went back for seconds, and took
as many beans as he did the first time around for his second helping.

Mom had baked an apple pie for dessert and I asked for a big piece, but
Ward stepped on my foot pretty hard and I changed my mind. "Can you just
make that a medium sized piece with just a very little vanilla ice cream on
top, Mom? I ate so much dinner I really shouldn't stuff myself".

" How sensible, Jimmy" Dad said "I am so surprised you realized that
without one of us telling you".

"Thanks to Ward, I realize a lot more than i used to, Dad".

"And it's a good thing you do, Jimmy. I would hate to tell you can't have
dessert, but sometimes I will need to do that"

"Yes, Ward" I answered, "You know best.

Dad changed the subject taking the conversation back to the van, and the
terrific job Ward and I had done. Dad was also pleased that Ward had not
played the radio too loud and had not kept it on long enough to affect the
battery.

"The wax job is the best I've ever had, and the windows are spotless" Dad
concluded.

"I did the windows, but Jimmy did most of the waxing. We both enjoyed doing
it a lot.  I don't think that Jimmy was really thrilled about meeting
Mrs. Henderson or Captain McNab in just his diaper; that's what I usually
call his tighty whities now, to remind Jimmy that he is dressed like he is
to remind him that he acts like a baby a good part of the time".

"Both of our neighbors saw him like that? Mom asked. "And what did they
say?"

"I explained to Mrs. Henderson about Jimmy acting like a baby and getting
punished. She seemed to understand, but scolded Jimmy. Jimmy explained to
the Captain, but I expect he will have a chat with Dad about it. He
suggested that Jimmy might benefit by spending a weekend in JDC. He said he
can arrange it. All I need to do is ask him, or make Jimmy go and ask. I'm
toying with the idea".

"Well, maybe it would be a good experience for Jimmy, but do you think you
might wait a while before making a decision, Ward?"

"Sure, Dad, I'm not even sure I want to take Captain McNab up on his offer
yet. It depends a lot on how Jimmy behaves during the next few weeks".

I got goose bumps just thinking that Ward might really consider that as an
option, but I knew he might, especially since Dad didn't say much to make
him stop thinking about the idea. The idea of such a punishment really
scared me, but at the same time it gave me a wicked boner.

When dinner was over, I offered to help Mom with the dishes and putting
everything away.

"Go for it, Jimmy. That will make up for the other night when instead of
going to help Mom as you were told to do, you put your ear to the study
door to hear the conversation I was having with Dad".

"You are right, Ward, but from now on I will be glad to help Mom every
night after dinner".

"Very good, Jimmy, you've got years of not helping out when you should have
to make up for. I think Mom deserves to have a lot more help with house
work than she has been getting, so I'm hoping that you will give that some
thought and come up with your own ideas about how she can get that help".

And, of course, while Ward was making the last remarks his shoe was
pressing down once again on my foot.

"There is also a lot of work that Dad does around the house and yard. He
comes home from a hard day at work and has to do things around here, and
you know, Jimmy, that this has been going on for years without you lifting
your little finger to help, but I don't want Dad to have to do anything
around here that you and me can do, Jimmy, and we both know it will be
mostly me because you are too uncoordinated and (let's come right out and
tell the truth) too much of a sissy. Am I wrong, Jimmy? If I am, you just
go ahead and say so, right now in front of Mom and Dad".

Ward pressed down so hard with his shoe that this time I almost shouted out
`Ow', but somehow I kept from doing it.  I thought about what Ward was
saying, and I knew he was making me look bad, even though and maybe because
of my offer to help Mom; and Wardy was daring me to contradict him. I knew
I would get another spanking in front of Mom and Dad if I said the wrong
thing, and probably a lot more punishment too, so I not only kept my
feelings inside, but decided to try to say exactly what Ward wanted to
hear.

"I am so sorry, Mom and Dad, that I have been such a bad boy, and yes, a
bad son too. I have been very selfish and lazy. It is so good that Ward
became part of this family. He is teaching me to recognize the error of my
ways, and to want to make up for what I've done wrong. Ward, I have been
thinking about helping Mom more, and that's why I wanted to help now, but
if you hadn't made me feel so ashamed of myself, I would never have said
the part about helping in the kitchen from now on. But, that isn't enough
either from now on I want to help Mom with the laundry and all the other
housework. I will dust and vacuum, and anything else Mom wants done
whenever she wants it done.

"You are also right about me being so uncoordinated, Ward, to the point
where I am a klutz when it comes to doing the kind of work real men do, and
since that is the way it is, I need your help to do the things Dad always
did around the house, but I will be glad to work with you on those jobs and
do whatever I can".

"You won't have to do that much of the he-man stuff, Jimmy, just help a
little here and there. Besides you being lazy and thinking you were better
than anyone else, one of the main reasons Mom hasn't gotten much help with
the housework is because she didn't have a daughter. It's expected that a
girl will help her Mom with the housework. I want you to try to think of
yourself as that daughter your mother never had, Jimmy. You are real good
at acting Jimmy, so I want you to play the role of Mom's daughter. It's
okay we all know that you aren't really a girl, Jimmy, or they would have
put that on your birth certificate, but trust me and do what I'm telling
you. Whenever it's a good time for you to be mommy's little helper, put on
one of Mom's aprons and get into your role as Mom's daughter. I want you to
do that, Jimmy. It works! You don't object to that do you?"

Object! I really wanted to scream. First Ward makes me a baby, and now he
makes me a girl. This was so humiliating, but I didn't dare argue about
it. The most I could say was:

"Whatever you say, Ward. I'm sure you know best".

"Dad and Mom, I hope you don't think it's a weird idea, but i know it's
going to help, but you will also have to trust me, particularly Mom. You
see how much I've helped Jimmy before now, and things are much better for
you too, so please help me help Jimmy. Mom, will you play along and when
Jimmy helps you with the housework pretend that he's your daughter, the
sweet little girl you always wanted?"

"I think we should trust Ward, Mother. He says it will work, and he's been
right up until now. Ward knows what he's doing, even if his methods are
sort of unusual" Dad said.

"Of course you are right, dear. I trust Ward; I'll do my best to help".

"Mom, and you too Dad, you are wonderful. I'm not going to disappoint
you. I am going to help Jimmy become everything he should be. I'm sure
Jimmy is grateful for everything you do to help me give him the correction
he needs. Isn't that right, Jimmy?"

As Ward asked that question he pushed down really hard with his shoe. It
really hurt, but I know it still could have been much worse.

"Yes, Ward. You are right, and I want Mom and Dad to help you".

"Then I will act the part of my little girl's mommy whenever Jimmy helps me
with the housework, Ward. I will give an academy award performance if that
helps".

"Mom, you are a real peach' Ward answered.

As promised after dinner I helped Mom with the dishes and clean-up, but
before Mom would let me do anything she picked out an apron and put it on
me, tying it in the back.

"Isn't that better, dear, a nice lavender apron with pink pansies on
it. Now you really do look like my little girl. I am just so happy to have
my daughter helping me do things. Don't you love helping me?"

"Of course, Mom", I answered.

Later, after Ward and I went upstairs to get ready for bed, I thought of
saying something to Ward, but he stopped me in my tracks.

"Before you say anything, Jimmy, I got to tell you I give a lot of credit
to your mom and Dad, they are being so great about going along with the
training I'm giving you. And I just loved seeing you in the apron she
picked out for you to wear. Pansies and pink ones! How fucking appropriate
is that? And I am just so pleased with you, Jimmy. You went along with
everything the way I wanted,. I was prepared to give you a real good ass
beating because I thought for sure you would talk back and throw a fucking
tantrum.  Because you've been so good tonight but letting give a long, slow
blow job anyway you want to give it."

After a speech like that what could I do but shut up about any complaints I
might have and get to work making love to Wardy's dick, and that is just
what I did.

I used my tongue to lick up and down and around Ward's cock and tease it
good. I sucked and slurped his balls, and then I took his pecker as far
down my throat as I could and took it in and out until Ward got hard as a
rock, and then went back to licking his dick and making love to his
balls. I repeated the process of teasing and serious sucking several times
until Ward finally tensed up and sent spurt after spurt of cum in thick
strands into my mouth, and I greedily swallowed every drop.  When we were
done Ward and I showered together. I washed his entire body lovingly, and
he took me in his arms and hugged me and just before we got out of the
shower stall , Ward kissed me. He drove his tongue deep in my mouth and I
could tell that there was some passion in his kiss, and I responded in like
manner.

"I can do that once in a while now that you have accepted being treated
like a girl when I want that. You're still a faggot, but I can forget that
every so often and pretend for a moment that you're my girlfriend. Did you
like having me kiss you, Jimmy?"

"You know I did Wardy"

"Then close your eyes and open your mouth, Jimmy"

I did what Ward told me, and he spit a big gob into my mouth.

"That's so you don't get any funny ideas about me being queer for you,
bitch".

When we got into bed Ward began making some nasty farts.

"Those beans get me going every time, faggot. I tell you what, Jimmy. I
don't want you to miss out on the best part of this action. Get your head
down under the covers, and put your sweet little face up against my ass
crack. You are about to become my personal fart smeller. I ate so many
beans just so I could give you this special treat".

I did what Ward said, but it was really gross. Ward's farts smelled really
bad. He kept ripping out one nasty fart after another. At first they made
feel a little sick, but then I started thinking about the fact that these
were Wardy's farts that he was making just for me and that I had no choice
except to smell them, and then, sick puppy that I am, I got a hard on.

(End of Lesson Eight -- Part One -- To Be Continued)