One evening, as Pete and Dickinson were out on the patio having a drink and talking, Tony came running out of the house in his new bathing suit (which Pete had just bought for him) and dove into the pool. Their visitor expressed a little surprise at seeing the kid in such a skimpy bathing suit. He mentioned that as far as he had seen, the kids always wore those surfer baggies when they swam.
Pete chuckled. "New orders. This suit has a thong back -- having his ass bare reminds him of what's at stake if he acts up. It also shows off the color of his ass to his friends -- lets them know if he's been spanked lately." He laughed again. "Makes it easier to get at his ass, too, in case I have to." He smiled complacently. "Or even if I just want to."
Dickinson nodded. "Good idea." He watched Tony climb up on the edge of the pool, bend over, and dive back in. "Pretty impressive butt on him, too. I had no idea that thing was so pretty. Those baggies ought to be outlawed. Good lookin' kid, all right."
Pete nodded. "Sure is. And he's pretty good actin' too, nowadays." He glanced at his neighbor. "Here, let me show you." He turned back to where Tony was paddling around in the pool. "Hey, Tony, get over here."
Dickinson approved of the way the kid immediately made for the side of the pool and walked right over to where the two of them were sitting.
"Hi, Mr. Dickinson. Hey, Dad. What do you want?" He smiled a little nervously.
"Show Mr. Dickinson, here, what color your ass is after last night's spanking, Tony."
He hesitated slightly, but when Pete raised an eyebrow, he quickly turned around and showed the men his (almost) bare ass.
"Very nice color," Mr. Dickinson commented.
Pete smiled at his son's round white ass, the blush of fading handspanks still clearly visible on the full cheeks. "Bend over and show Mr. Dickinson how deep we spank over here in this house."
Another slight hesitation, a quick glance over his shoulder at his father, trying to see if he was joking. Then he slowly spread his legs slightly, bent over, and grabbed his ankles. Dickinson smiled as the kid's deep crack slowly spread open, revealing that the pinkness continued down the insides of his cheeks, all the way to the tiny strip of the thong that (barely) concealed the kid's tight little asshole.
"Very deep," commented Mr. Dickinson. "But do you spank all the way down? I can't quite tell with that swimsuit in the way." He winked at Pete.
Pete grinned at his son as a wave of blush made both sets of cheeks the same color. "Well, Tony? Show the man."
Slowly Tony reached up to the back of his waist and slipped his fingers under the elastic band. The men watched as the hot-assed young teenager slowly and reluctantly pulled the thong down in back. He was stripped of the last of his modesty as the thin strip of cloth peeled out of his asscrack. Finally, the suit was down around his thighs, exposing the depths of his crack and his pink little hole to the older men.
"Aahh," said Mr. Dickinson.
Pete smiled at his obedient son. "Well, Tony's asshole is just naturally pink, but believe me, it's pinker than usual right now. It took quite a few swats last night, didn't it, Tony?"
"Yes, sir, it sure did." Tony blushed even pinker at this discussion of his hot little asshole, especially when he was in such a vulnerable position. This was the first time any man other than his father had ever seen it.
Pete smiled. "Good boy, Tony! You did good. I'll make an honest kid out of you yet." He winked. "I know, I know. You want to cover your asshole. Well, go ahead. You deserve a reward for being so obedient. Just remember -- anytime Mr. Dickinson or I tell you to do something, you do it. OK?"
Tony didn't look too OK with that. He had seen the look on the neighbor man's face when he dropped his swimsuit, and it made him a little nervous. But an order was an order. He'd just try to avoid the Dickinson house in future.
Just as he got his suit more or less back into place, Johnny came running out onto the deck. He was wearing his jams. He ran right over to the pool and dove in.
Dickinson, evidently feeling that his own control over his stepson had been challenged by Tony's performance, called Johnny over. Johnny was almost as prompt as Tony had been.
"We were just talking, son, about these jams you kids all wear. Is that the only kind you have?"
"Yeah, that's about it. Why?"
"Well, you see, Mr. Erikson and I just agreed that those jams are pretty old-fashioned. We'd like to see you kids looking a little more up-to-date." He winked at Pete. "See the suit Tony's got on?" Johnny glanced over, then did a double-take. Clearly, this was the first time he'd seen it. "Turn around, Tony, show him the back."
Johnny was even more wide-eyed when he saw Tony's completely bare ass. His cheeks were so lush they swallowed the thong completely. Unless you knew it was there, it looked like the suit had no rear at all.
"How'd you like a suit like that?"
Johnny gulped. "Uh, well, it's a little small, isn't it? I'd feel kind of funny with my ass hanging out like that."
Dickinson smiled. "Well, get used to it. We're going to get you one just like it, and you'll wear it whenever you go swimming. I'm throwing all those old baggies away."
Johnny turned white, then blushed. He kept staring at Tony's bare ass.
Pete chimed in, "Why don't you try them on? Maybe you'll like them once you get used to it. Go ahead, Tony, hand 'em over."
Now it was Tony's turn to gape. "But Dad, this is the only suit I've got. I don't have anything else to put on."
