Chapter Twenty-Four
Richie was standing naked and shivering in front of his mother while she dressed him in his training underwear. In her solemn presence right before her eyes, his little p***s and scrotum had shrunk to nothing. If he crossed his legs, he would have become a girl. He blushed scarlet as she fastened a clean white garter belt around his waist and then a waist cincher around his middle. His buttocks and thighs were still marked and swollen from the strapping she had given him the day before because he’d been sleeping when he should have been in the basement washing clothes.
His stomach was growling, but he knew there would be no steaming bowl of oatmeal, raisins, and cream to get him through the morning if he said a single word. He fought to maintain his balance when his m
