Water Balloons

“Mom! He’s throwing water balloons at us again!” Suzie yelled. Her mom sighed and looked up from her book. Sure enough, Trevor was trying to look innocent, but she knew better than to not take her daughter’s word for it. Her son was, in a word, a terror.

“Trevor, over here right now.”

“But mom!”

“No, I can see the water balloon in the pool. Why do you insist on tormenting your sister and her friends?”

“They’re in the pool anyway.” Trevor protested.

“You have until the count of three to get over here or I’ll pull down your swimsuit in front of the girls and give you a bare bottom spanking.” She would never do that, but the threat was all she needed. Besides, she had something much more memorable in mind. “Now, mister.” Trevor shuffled over and stood by his mom’s lounge chair. “Apologize to the girls.”

“Sorry.” He grunted.

“C’mon” mom said, standing up and setting her book aside. “We’re going inside for a bit.”

“What? Why?”

“So the girls can have some peace and quiet from a little boy.”

“I’m older than any of them!” Trevor protested as his mom pulled him into the house.

By the time the two of them emerged from the house again, the girls had completely forgotten about Trevor annoying them. They giggled as they saw him coming toward them, dressed very differently from the red and grey trunks he had had on earlier. He now wore a girl’s one piece swimsuit with row upon row of rainbow ruffles going down his torso. His hair was done up in a pair of pigtails and he even had some light make-up on.

“Oh, my god!” Suzie exclaimed. “Is that my old swimsuit? And my old jelly flip flops!” She pointed to the pink shoes on her brother’s feet. “I can’t believe they fit him!”

“Here’s the deal, girls.” Her mom said. “Trevor’s going to go stand by the fence. You’ll each get three water balloons to throw at him and he cannot block them. Understand?” The girls giggled as Trevor took his position, whimpering softly as tears flowed down his cheeks.

Trevor whimpered and squirmed as water balloon after water balloon struck him, drenching him from head to toe by the time all four girls were done. He looked to his mom, hopeful that his punishment was over.

“Alright, girls, Trevor’s now going to join you all in a game of Marco Polo. In fact, he’s going to play with all of you until your parents come to pick you up. Isn’t that right, Trevor?” The boy nodded, tears now flowing down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” He blubbered, but the girls gathered around him with wicked grins and he knew he did not even know the meaning of the word sorry. His mom picked up her book, but she only pretended to read. After all, she wanted Trevor embarrassed, but four girls could easily take things too far. As they began playing, she smiled to herself and wondered how else she could use this idea on her misbehaving son.