Minutes later, I sat in the bathtub, letting my tormentors bathe me. I pulled my knees to my chin to hide my intimate parts, but that didn't stop them from making comments.

"You know, Mrs. Coup, I expected his penis to be... a bit more reasonable. Haha." Isabella turned up mockery a notch, trying to discredit my manliness. Unfortunately, she was succeeding at it.

"Ah, these boys always over-promise and under-deliver." Mom idly swung the shower head left and right until I was completely wet and cold.

After soaking me, she grabbed a toothbrush and pressed it in my mouth. "Now, let's wash that dirty mouth of yours! There won't be any swearing in this house." Mom has vigorously moved the toothbrush in and out. After pressing it a bit too deep for the second time, I gagged and started coughing.

"Ah, the little boy can't even brush his teeth? Are you rebelling again or just sick of us?" Mom complained and pushed me onto my belly again. She reached inside the bathtub and smacked my behind again. The wet slaps on my ass, mixed with the previous soreness, hurt like hell. I screamed up and begged her to stop.

"Wow, he got a proper spanking!" Mom's efforts impressed Izzie.

In the reflections on the side of the bathtub, I saw what Izzie saw: red blotches spreading on my ass cheeks. Mom really hurt me!

"Okay, enough of spanking for now. I am still not sure about you being sick. Izzie, please grab the rectal thermometer from the cabinet."

My eyes opened up, realizing what was about to happen. I tried getting up in the bathtub, but I was too wet, and mom kept pressing me down. The cold instrument entered my ass with brute force. I moaned as she held me in place. I lost track of time, and I can't recall how long this ordeal took: maybe only 30 seconds, maybe 30 minutes.

"I can't trust little boys like him with a proper thermometer, so we have to measure their fever in their butt." Mom explained. "Okay, Izzie. You can take it out."

"Ew, it has something brown on its tip. I think it is shit." Izzie's blurted in disgust.

"Oh, we will take care of that soon." My mother's confidence was unbreakable. I bet she planned everything out to a t.

As she forced me out of the bathtub, they have noticed my erection. I did not care anymore and stood there with the small pride I had left. Izzie would at least know what she was missing.

"Isn't that supposed to grow?" Mom remarked, and Izzie laughed out loud.

I couldn't decide who was more vengeful; my mother or my crush. What have I done to deserve this?

They grabbed me and led me over to my bedroom. Izzie grabbed a towel and dried me from top to bottom, carefully avoiding touching my erect penis. Mom stood in front of me and pushed something in my mouth.

"You have talked enough for today. I am giving you this pacifier. If you spit it out, I will split your butt apart." She threatened.

"Haha, suck on that dummy because I won't be sucking on yours... dummy." Isabella mocked me as I stood there, naked with the baby stuff in my mouth.

Mom ordered me face down on the bed. I started phasing out, erasing my memories about everything that happened since I got home.

"Will lying on his belly won't hurt his little penis?" Izzie's scorn was boundless.

"Oh, yeah. We need to take care of that." Mom sat next to me and leaned over my back. "Could you grab his legs, as you did downstairs? Please?"

"With pleasure!" Izzie jumped behind me, excited. "What are we doing now?"

"We are giving him a prostate massage. This will give him some relief, but not the kind he likes." As mom pressed her finger in my rectum, I screamed and tried to shake them off of me. Izzie held me in place, and mom leaned on me even more.

I couldn't believe what was happening. My crush was behind me, watching my mom doing a cave expedition in my ass. She hastened her finger inside me, back-and-forth. As she hooked her fingers around my rectum, my eyes had overflown with tears. I could only make a faint cracking sound.

Her work paid off: the cold I picked up in the bath has disappeared. Waves of heat washed over me. I felt the start of an orgasm, but it diminished quickly. I did not have to touch the bed to know I came, but there was barely any satisfaction in it.

"I think we are done; I can feel his muscles relax. This should keep him in line." Mom concluded and pulled her finger out.

"Ew, this is smelly." Izzie acted like someone much younger her age. I knew she was just playing it up to embarrass me.

"His diet gives him constipation all the time. Imagine the smell I have to live with! We will give him some suppositories for it later."

I turned around with watery eyes and begged. "Please, mom, don't! I apologize! I am so sorry for lying and saying bad words. I promise I won't do it again. Please, mommy, please. Let me be."

The girls fell silent for a second. Then they burst out laughing together, almost as if they rehearsed it. Both of them stood up and looked down on me, laying in my cum, and shit.

"Ah, you think your punishment is over yet? How cute. We are a long way from finishing."