Giles stood trembling in the bath, one great long burgundy streak of pain, wailing as Grace finished off with the scrubbing brush. Helen sat on the toilet with the lid down, watching with glee. Grace put the scrubbing brush down on the side of the bath and lathered her hands with the caustic soap.
"Were there girls, Giles? Were there girls?" Grace cawed like a crow "When those boys did this" she slapped his bald groin "When you let them do this!" She rubbed soap all around his already tender groin, working it up and around his penis, under his foreskin. The burning stinging of it was hellish.
"Did they touch you, these girls, Giles. Did they?" she pecked.
"No, there weren't any girls, mummy" bawled Giles.
"Is that what turned you into a disgusting pervert, Giles? Girls touching your John Thomas?"
"There weren't any girls, mummy, just boys" Giles continued to bawl.
"I thought I saw girls" said Helen.
"I knew it, you lying pervert!" said Grace gripping his soapy balls tightly.
"Noooooo, they were long haired boys, common boys have long hair sometimes" he shrieked.
"And breasts?" asked Helen trying to sound incredulous.
"Breasts? What about breasts?" asked Grace looking at Helen severely.
"I didn't know common boys had long hair and breasts that's all" said Helen.
Grace squeezed Giles' balls again, and the added pain of them slipping through her soapy fingers made him scream.
"You're a liar, Giles, a dirty perverted liar, just like all boys are, and I thought you were different!" she yelled.
"I am! I am different" he said.
"Come here, Helen, you need to learn how to do this, I can't watch over him every day" said Grace.
Helen hopped off the toilet and stepped to the side of the bath.
"You probably blame me, don't you?" she said to Giles accusingly.
"No, I don't blame you, mummy" said Giles.
"You do, you blame me for not purging you last night. Is that why you did it?" said Grace.
"No, I didn't, I don't know why, I don't know why" he bawled.
"Take his penis like this and slide it up and down. Watch me!" said Grace.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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