Trevor could see it in the shocked expressions of his parents. Reality had not been altered. At least not again. They were not shocked to see their teenage son as a kid, but his behavior and naked display had them completely speechless for a stunned minute that felt like an eternity. He looked shyly and mischievously from one to another. Unable to hold them both in his vission. However, he could actually feel their gaze on him in a physical manner. Like a flower drinking in the sun's light. It nurtured him, gave him energy and pleasure. The feeling was contrasted and emphasized by the humiliation that burned through him, unstoppably, like a raging forest fire.
Behind his mother's shocked face, Trevor could see his reflection in the window. The evening dark turned it into a huge mirror. Just like his pose and situation, his expression was completely inappropriate and nothing at all what he wanted. He looked just shy enough to give an impression of childish innocence. But the way he bit his lip and kept making eye contact gave him simultaneously the impression of being a very naughty boy.
Again, his body forced him to show himself off in various inviting poses. He flipped over and lay on his back and arching his hips into the air. That got his father to finally loose it.
"Trevor! What do you think you're doing!?"
"I... I..." was all the blushing boy was able to stammer while fixing his dad with a lustful gaze that was not helping at all.
"Put your clothes back on this instant."
"I can't!" Trevor meant to wine, but it came out as a playful protest. As if he wanted his dad to get cross with him.
"That's it!" He grabbed Trevor by the back of his hair and dragged him off the counter. Trevor was so sensitive that he almost couldn't walk and his dad had to grab him to hold him up, not knowing what his rough handling was doing to the young boy inside. All he saw was a rebellious little boy that was mewing like a kitten, as if Trevor thought this was a game.
He lay Trevor over the armrest of the couch and began to spank. Being so small now, Trevor's most violent spasms were no problem at all for his dad's strong hands to hold down.
"Will you stop myawing!" Trevor's dad demanded, growing even angrier. Inside the boy was wailing like a baby, but all his dad saw was a boy who looked to be enjoying the treatment. His son had to learn his lesson seriously. Obviously, he wasn't being hard enough. He took off his belt and razed it high. "No, please." The smak was loud.
Trevor's brother had been watching this all unfold with glee from the steps. Now he watched as even the young boy's "punish me" fasade was breaking down. "WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK!"
Finally, their dad was satisfied and went to get the sobbing boy some clothes. "Put them on," his dad demanded. Trevor grabbed for them with shaking hands, desperate to cover himself, but his fingers lost their grip on the briefs he was trying to put on. One time could be excused by the aftermath of the punishment, but after several minutes of still not beign able to put on so much as a sock, his dad got cross again.
"Do you need another lesson? Get dressed."
"I can't!" Trevor cried. He looked at his father with wet, frightened, puppy-dog eyes. For a moment, it looked like his father was about to give in and talk about this instead, but then Trevor bit his lip playfully, and the pure innocence was gone again.
His dad grabbed him by the hair and leaned him backwards over the armrest this time, so that his stomach was up instead. Trevor's ass was already so red that his father feared hitting him there anymore. "WACK!"