The Mailing List

The Mailing List - Interlude 1

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Olivia’s Point of View

Hello, this is Olivia. Most people call me Ollie. I’m 11, and Benji is my 13-year-old adoptive brother. You already know that, if you are reading The Mailing List. That series is just a compilation of some of the boys’ mails in their “private” mailing list. Of course, the boys are the ones who think it’s private, and we let them believe that, but in truth, their computers have strict parental control software, so anything they do with them can be supervised.

Even though Benji is older than me, he doesn’t act like it. He is a good kid, but quite immature and naïve. He takes Puericil, so that makes him very unassertive and shy. It was incredibly easy for me to take charge. I mean, you don’t have to be superwoman or anything to take charge of Benji. He is so helpless and easy to push around... You just need to speak to him sharply and with conviction. He doesn’t have the self-confidence or the force of will to rebel and assert himself. You should see how he looks up to me and defers to me, like a toddler running after an older sibling. Only he is not a toddler, but a teenager. Of course, he is kind of underdeveloped, partly because of Puericil. He is a bit taller than me, but not much, and I’m actually stronger. I can beat him at arm-wrestling, for example. His willy is completely hairless, of course, and not big for his age (that’s part of the effect of Puericil).

I love Benji and look out for him. I treat him like my little brother. There’s also mom, of course. She is the one in charge, but because of her work she is often away in the afternoons, and she trusts me to be in charge and look after Benji. She is a big believer in boys being too immature to care for themselves, and in the need for them to learn to respect and obey girls, so she’s happy that I take charge of Benji. If Benji ever complains about his younger sister having so much control over him, I know mom will always back me up. So it's not just my superior maturity and force of will, but I also have adult authority supporting me. I’m fully in charge of him, and there’s nothing Benji can do to change that.

I have to admit that having an older boy hanging on your every word and looking at you for permission or whenever there’s a decision to be made can be a confidence boost. I really enjoy it, and I enjoy exercising my authority over Benji. I would never harm him, and I have his best interest at heart but, luckily, protecting his best interest and bossing him around are not at odds. Quite the contrary. Boys need to learn to be submissive to girls. Most of the history of humankind shows what happens when they don’t. When boys are allowed to be in charge and are not trained properly, their aggressive tendencies often get the best of them and eventually you get violence, crime and wars.

Benji is nothing like that, of course, and that’s partly thanks to Puericil, and to the training I give him. As for me, I enjoy helping Benji out. That includes making sure he is not bullied by other boys, helping him with homework, and many things like that. It also includes making sure he is clean, which is one of my favorite parts. I mean, what girl wouldn’t like being in charge of her elder brother, and having the power to strip him naked whenever she wants. It’s not like I need the anatomy lesson. After all, I have babysat many boys, but I still love stripping Benji naked. He gets so cute and submissive when he is bare in front of me. One would think he should be used to it by now, and in a way he is, but never completely. He is still blushes adorably, and tries to minimize his exposure, pointless as it may be.

I don’t allow him to cover himself with his hands, telling him that putting his hands down there is impolite and disrespectful, but I allow things like half-turning around, or moving his leg so it partially covers his willy, because I mean, his bashfulness is so cute and so pointless. It’s not like I won’t get to inspect and touch every part of his body as much as I want. I mean, one has to be thorough when washing a boy.

Another part of my sisterly duties is spanking Benji’s bare bottom whenever he needs it. Even when mom is here, she often delegates. Like, “Ollie, can you spank your brother for me, please? It’s the third time I have told him to tidy up his room, and still nothing.” This is a part of my duties that I also enjoy (I enjoy everything about being in charge of Benji, to be honest, even parts as simple as explaining school subjects to him). Spanking is a curious thing, because I enjoy having so much authority over him, dominating him so thoroughly, getting him naked, smacking his bottom and making him cry, but at the same time I feel sorry for him, and I want to comfort him. I enjoy preparing him for his spankings and comforting him afterwards more than the physical part of spanking, to be honest.

I could spank him any time if I wanted, making up a reason, but that’s not what I do. I only spank him when he deserves it. I explain to him the rules and the consequences for breaking them, and I try to apply them fairly. It’s not as if I lack opportunities to spank Benji, anyway. As I said, he is a good kid, and he doesn’t do really malicious things, but his very immaturity and irresponsibility means that he finds himself bare-bottomed over my lap quite often.

Anyway, I’m going on and on, but the point of these interludes is allowing you to see my point of view in the kind of incidents you read about in Benji’s mails, and that he finds so embarrassing, so let’s talk about some of them. We could start with the first time I forbid Benji to cover his peenie with his hands when he is naked in front of me.

We were at home, alone. Mom was working and it was time for Benji’s bath. I took him to the bathroom.

“Okay, get those clothes off,” I told him. “When I finish drawing the bath, I want to see a naked little boy in front of me.”

He shifted uncomfortably. “Aww, Ollie,” he said. “I could wash myself, you know.”

I snorted. “You want me to let you to bathe yourself and trust you’ll do it properly? Fat chance of that, mister. I know what usually happens when boys are allowed to take care of their own baths. Oh, I’m sure the first few times you’d do a good job. But then you’d get overconfident and cut corners. So don’t even try that with me, Benjamin Grady O'Connor. You have a mom and a little sister to look after you, and you can be sure we won’t allow you to neglect your personal hygiene. I’ll be bathing you for the foreseeable future, so get used to it. Now, no more arguing, unless you want a red bottom. Clothes off. Chop-chop!”

Benji sighed and started undressing. “It’s just so embarrassing!” he whined.

I grinned and started filling the bathtub. “Don’t be silly,” I said. “There’s nothing embarrassing about a boy being helped by his sister. That’s what sisters are for, you know. What do you have to hide, anyway?”

“But I’m too old for it!”

I looked at him to see if he was rebelling, but he had taken off his T-shirt and was unfastening his shorts, so I decided to allow it. It was an opportunity to train him, after all.

“Don’t be silly, Benji. Too old for what? Most boys your age and even older don’t have the maturity to do a good job washing themselves. They just don’t have the maturity to think about the importance of doing a good job, so they rush so that they can go do something fun sooner. I babysit boys older than you, and I bathe them just like I bathe you. So you are definitely not too old to need help in the bathtub... Or do you mean that you are too old to be naked in front of me? Because, if so, that’s very disrespectful. I may be two years younger than you, but you know perfectly well that I'm much more mature than you. How can you have any doubt about that, when I’m the one who looks after you, who helps you with your schoolwork, who teaches you the right way to act, and spanks your bottom when you are naughty?”

Warming up to the subject, I stopped the faucet and turned around to confront him. He had just taken off his shorts and was standing there in just his undies. I stood tall and put my arms akimbo while I glared at him. He is a bit taller than me, but you’d never guess at that moment. I seemed to be towering over him.

“So what do you mean you are too old?” I asked. “I can do all those things for you but suddenly I’m not mature enough to wash you? That's what you mean?”

“No... no, I didn’t mean that... I just...” he said, taking a step back and making appeasing gestures with his hands.

“Good!” I said. “Because even the suggestion that I’m not mature enough to look after a boy and see him naked when necessary is disrespectful. Boys and girls are not the same, Benji. Girls are mature and boys are immature, and trying to pretend otherwise is inconsiderate and rude. Do you understand that, little man?”

“Yes, Ollie,” he rushed to say, meek as a lamb.

“Good! Take off your underpants, then.”

I watched as he obeyed, and then told him to take off his socks too, leaving him completely naked. I looked at his eyes, dominating him, and then stared at his body. He blushed and covered his genitals with his hands.

“Hands away from down there, Benjamin,” I ordered in a softer tone of voice. “I have seen your peenie many times and I will see it many times more. If you try to hide it from me you are suggesting that you don’t consider me to be more mature than you. I don’t think I deserve that disrespect. So hands away from your peenie. For me, seeing you naked is natural and normal. It doesn’t matter if you are 13 and I’m 11, because you are a boy and I’m a girl, and you know girls are more mature.”

He blushed some more and slowly took his hands away from his penis. I looked at it, reveling in my dominance over a teen boy, even such a childish one as Benji.

“That’s better,” I said in a low voice. “I don’t want any false modesty from you, Benji. I’m in charge here. Forget about ages. I’m a young lady and you are a boy. From now on, if you try to cover yourself with your hands in front of me you’ll get a smack on your bottom. Do you understand?”

He nodded.

“Good boy,” I said, caressing his face with my finger.

I finished drawing the bath and then I told him to step in and bathed him normally. I was very thorough. There was not a part of him that I didn’t see and soap carefully, and he was soft as putty in my hands, no hint of rebelliousness. It was often like that, he backed away from a confrontation and became very submissive.

He did not resist as I placed him in whatever position I wanted for easier access. He was like my own private anatomically-correct teen boy doll. I made a big production out of washing his private parts or, in his case, not so private parts. I closely examined his peenie "for cleanliness”, pulling back his foreskin and moving it with my hand to examine it from all angles. I lectured him softly on how boys often forget to wash under the skin and it sometimes gets dirty and infected.

Then I soaped it with my hands. Very thoroughly. I was holding his testicles in one soapy hand, massaging them softly, and running my other hand up and down his peenie, as if I were masturbating him but not quite, because it was too slow for that. Not too slow to cause an erection, though.

“Look, it’s getting stiff again. Funny how it does that when I wash it,” I told him, inspecting his little erection. “It does that on its own, doesn’t it?”

He confirmed that it did, looking down at his stiff willy as I inspected it. I have mentioned before that Benji is very naïve. Incredibly naïve for a teenager, even for a boy, but he has been very sheltered and, well, he is just that naïve. I know he sometimes plays with his willy, so he knows it feels good, but I don’t think he fully understands the role his private parts can play in reproduction. It’s kind of cute and adorable that he is so ignorant about sex. I mean, he is 13.

I left his stiffie bobbing in the air and patted his bare bottom.

“OK, turn around. I'm going to wash your back and your bottom now.”

I soaped his back first, sometimes lightly tickling him with my fingertip (he is very ticklish). Then I tapped his right leg and told him to put that foot on the rim of the bathtub, the side opposite to me, close to the wall. That left his bottom nicely open for me, and I washed it with my hands. I soaped inside his cheeks and around his bottom hole, and then I inserted the tip of my index finger into it, twisting it around inside him to get soap all over.

“We have to wash well inside your tushie,” I reminded him as I did that.

He squirmed a little but other than that he was very good, allowing me to finish his bath without a problem.

I was very tender with him as a reward, and kissed his cheek when I finished drying him, before sending him to his bedroom to dress into his pajamas.

Later that day he was very clingy and was quick to obey whatever indication I gave him. I made sure to give him plenty of affection. This is something I often notice after I spank him, or after we have some kind of discussion or confrontation (which he invariably loses). Far from acting resentful, he seems to need emotional reassurance, and acts like a puppy, following me around. I never discourage him from doing that and give him all the attention he seeks. I want him to know that I’m in charge, but also that I love him.

(The End)