Rowleys sleepover at auntie becs

249.Rowley Jefferson was a naïve 11-year-old boy who lived a privileged life in a grand mansion with his overbearing parents. He loved his parents, or at least he thought he did, until one fateful day when his father brought home a scratch card from the corner store.
Excitedly scratching the card with his “willy,” as Rowley so affectionately called it, Mr. Jefferson couldn’t believe his luck when he won a holiday for two. Rowley’s eyes widened with anticipation as he eagerly asked if he could accompany his parents on the trip. However, his father had other plans. He explained that this holiday was for him and Rowley’s mother to have some alone time, and Rowley would have to stay at Auntie Bec’s house.
Rowley was devastated and began throwing a tantrum. His father, brimming with frustration, picked him up by his legs and unceremoniously strapped him to the back of the car. With tears streaming down his face, Rowley screamed for his mother, who was conveniently in the bath at that moment. “I WANT TO SAY GOOD RIDDANCE TO MUMMY!” he wailed. Mr. Jefferson shot back, “NO, SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
When they arrived at Auntie Bec’s flat, Rowley was yanked out of the car and pushed inside. His father hastily drove off, leaving Rowley alone with his intimidating aunt. Auntie Bec was a stern and no-nonsense woman who wasted no time in asserting her authority over Rowley. She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him to the bathroom, where Rowley urgently needed to use the toilet. However, to his horror, he realized there was no toilet in sight.
Rowley had never been one to shy away from a challenge, so when Auntie Bec told him to poo in the corner because there was no toilet in her flat, he didn't hesitate. As he entered the bathroom, he couldn't help but notice the large mound of poo and puddle of wee that had already accumulated in the corner. It was a sight to behold, but Rowley was undeterred. He pulled down his pants, squatted in the corner, and let out a satisfying grunting noise as the poo began to make its way out of his asshole.
As he sat there, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He had always enjoyed the feeling of relieving himself, but this was next level. The poo was coming out in a steady stream, plopping onto the pile already there. It was like he was creating a work of art, one turd at a time. He reached for some toilet paper (or lack thereof) and wiped his bum, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment.
But as he ran out of the bathroom, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He could hear Auntie Bec laughing hysterically from the living room, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He had just pooed in a corner of a bathroom, surrounded by what could only be described as a mountain of excrement. 
Auntie Bec watched with amusement as Rowley devoured the strange sandwich she had made for him. She couldn't help but chuckle as he declared it to be the best meal he had ever eaten. Little did he know that the egg and chalk sandwich was actually a prank she had concocted just for him.
Rowley, always the gullible one, licked his fingers clean of the rusty nail flavored crisps and eagerly reached for the dog shit flavored yogurt for dessert. Auntie Bec had a hard time keeping a straight face as he remarked on how delicious it was, completely unaware of the true ingredients.
"Rowley, you are too easy to trick," Auntie Bec finally admitted, unable to hold back her laughter any longer. "That sandwich was made with eggs and chalk, and those crisps are nothing but potato chips with a rusty nail seasoning. And as for the yogurt, well, I'll let you figure that one out on your own."
Rowley's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized he had been fooled. But instead of being angry, he burst out laughing along with Auntie Bec. It was all in good fun, after all. 
Rowley was feeling excited as he watched Auntie Bec reach for the whip. It was arse whipping time, and Rowley eagerly pulled down his pants in anticipation. But just as Auntie Bec was about to deliver the first strike, Rowley's mother burst through the door in a flurry of anger.
"Don't you dare rape my son!" she shouted, rushing over to grab Rowley and shield him from Auntie Bec's punishment.
Rowley tried to explain that he wanted the whipping, but his mother was having none of it. She quickly dragged him out of the flat, leaving Auntie Bec standing there with the whip in her hand.
As they made their escape, Rowley's mother turned to him with a mix of relief and annoyance. "I can't believe you were about to let her whip you! What were you thinking?"
Rowley shrugged sheepishly, knowing that his mother was just trying to protect him. But as they walked away from the flat, Rowley couldn't shake the feeling that he had missed out on something exciting.
Meanwhile, back in the flat, Auntie Bec turned to Rowley's father with a wicked grin. "Looks like I'll be looking after you now, since you didn't let Rowley go on holiday."
Rowley's father's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was in store for him. He tried to protest, but it was too late. Auntie Bec quickly dragged him off to his punishment, leaving him screaming for help.
The ending of the story zoomed in on Rowley's father's face, a look of dread and realization etched on his features. Auntie Bec's ominous words echoed in the air as she led him away. "Time for our bath."
"Oh shit," Mr. Jefferson muttered, his voice filled with despair as he was dragged off to face his fate.
the end