It would be something of an understatment to say that when my mom caught me feeling up (or should I say feeling down) Sean I knew I was in trouble.  After Sean and his mom left my mom said, "Well Ryan I think we better meet in my room".  I knew what that meant.  Ever since I was a little kid my mom had this procedure for spanking me.  It hadn't changed since I was five.  Here is how it worked.  I was required to undress and then go to her room to wait for her to come and punish me.  Sitting there naked was always the worst part.  I don't think I ever waited more than five or ten minutes but it always seemed much longer.   Just try sitting around naked waiting to be spanked and you'll find out what I mean.  Then mom would enter the room and very calmly and with out any anger at all she would explain what I had done wrong and why it required a spanking.  I'd say that I was sorry and she'd say that sorry, "wasn't good enough" and order me across her knee.   I would lie down across her lap and using an open palm she would spank my unprotected bottom.

After about six or seven swats I'd be crying more from the humiliation than from the pain  Satisfied that she had reduced me to tears she would stop spanking and then lift me into her arms and hug and kiss me while telling me what a brave boy I was for taking my punisment so well and how proud she was of me and how much she loved me.  And that would be the end of the matter, case closed.  That's the way it always went.

But at the age of 11 I was no longer a little kid and I sure didn't like being ordered to get naked. Even so I went to my room and stripped.  But I acted like it was no big deal.  Then I walked to my mom's room naked and again I acted real casual about it.  I have found that it's much easier if you pretend that you couldn't care less about being nude.  I sat down pretending I had my cloths on.  When mom came in I made no attempt to cover myself or sit in such a way as to hid my boy package.  I just let it all hang out in front of her like I couldn't care less.  In your face mom!

I was expecting her to tell me what I had done wrong but she surprised me by asking a question instead,  "Ryan you've started masturbating haven't you?"

How did she know?  I always came dry so there was no evidence.  From the mirror across the room I could see that I was bluching bright red.  Even worse my dick had sprung to attention, all four inches of it!  Quickly I used my hands to cover it up.

"It's too late to hope I didn't notice your erection young man," mom said.  "Your penis answered my question for you."  Then mom leaned down and talking to my hairless boy package said, "Thank you for being so honest Mr. Ryan's penis," like it was all a big joke.

"Very funny mom!"  I shot back.  "You should be a stand up comic!  Geez you know that there are somethings a boy can't control," I replied and moved my hands away from my boy package as if I didn't care that she had seen my boner even though I did care.  "So what if I have started whacking off," I said.  "In case you haven't noticed I'm 11 now.  Lots of boys my age do it and it doesn't hurt them.  There is nothing wrong with it."

"Ryan," she said, "There is nothing wrong with you masturbating just so long as it doesn't go any further then that.  But if I hadn't interruped you you would have mounted Sean.  Isn't that true?"

"I don't know," I said even though I knew she was right.  "Maybe I would have but only if Sean had wanted me to.  I wasn't going to force him to do anything.  Geez mom why don't you just start spanking so we can get this over with and move on with our lives already?  I'm getting tired of sitting here naked."

"Ryan you said yourself that there are somethings a boy can't control."

"I also said that I wasn't going to force Sean to do anything."

"Sean is only eight years old,"  mom said.  "And incase you hadn't noticed it he idolizes you Ryan.  There is nothing he wouldn't do if you asked him.  And right now Sean is going through a diffacult time.  He is going through an adjustment.  He needs all the support we can give him."

"An adjustment?"  I said.  "That's not my fault!  I wasn't the one who ordered his nullification.  You can't blame me if the kid is hurting."

"All right young man, you asked for it," mom said and she walked over to her desk and removed something from it.  One glance was all I needed to tell what it was.  I has seen the same thing on other boys.  My mom was holding a kid sized "cup".

For those of you who have spent the last twenty years living in a cave, a cup looks like the hard cup from a jock strap but it can't be removed by the person who is wearing it.  A cup contains a micro computer that has GPS tracking, built in equipment for urine analysis and a locking device that is programed to the thumb print of the person who attaches it to the boy.  Once cupped a boy can no longer get access to his own boy package.  He has to pee through an opening at the bottom and only the person who capped him can remove it for washing.

"No mom!" I gasped.  "You're not going to cup me!  You can't do that!  You love me!  Remember?"

"It won't be so bad Ryan," she said.  "If you behave I'll remove it twice a week to let you masturbate.  But I can't let you out of the house with out it.  And you sure can't see Sean with out having it on."

"I won't let you put it on me," I said.

"Alright Ryan," she replied.   "In that case I will have to order your nullification."

I started to cry but at the same time I laid back and spread my legs wide apart so mom could cup me.  I had seen Sean.  Anything was better than what they did to him and I knew it.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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