The Mailing List

The Mailing List 26

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PART 26
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Based on a story idea by Zinder

From 13-year-old Benji’s Diary:

Today Hannah invited me to go with her to her family reunion in the state park.

It’s something they do every year with her extended family. Since some of them live away they don’t have the chance to get together at the same time too often.

It’s kind of a family-only occasion, so I was pleased to be invited. It was like saying that I was almost part of the family.

I went in the car with Hannah and Chloe and their mother. Once we got there, we parked next to the other cars and I was introduced to everyone. Hannah seemed happy to introduce me to everyone as “her boyfriend”. The girls fawned over me. I was a little embarrassed, but also happy.

Anyway, the day was fun. I like Hannah’s family. They seem very cheerful and noisy. At some point the group of us older boys got away to “go explore”. We were given permission, only with the warning of not getting into the lake.

I was the oldest boy there, tied with one of Hannah’s male cousins. For a while I tried to maintain some dignity... (it seems that, as a “boyfriend”, I should have a semi-grownup status). But that was soon forgotten and I quickly got into the silly mood of the group, and we were playing about being Indian explorers, hunting for an enemy tribe. There was no enemy tribe, of course, but it was just for fun.

Then we got to the lake, and since we had been told not to get in, we didn’t. However, someone said that cooling our feet in the water while we sat on the rocks outside did not count as getting in. So we did that, after a while, since our feet were wet anyway, standing up right by the shore where only our feet were under the water was no different than what we had been doing.

So we did that, and then someone started splashing with his feet, and suddenly we were all splashing each other and laughing, and then someone fell down into the water, and we all started laughing and wrestling, and before we knew it we were wet all over.

Suddenly, the girls and moms appeared, and they started calling us!

We went out of the lake, dripping wet, and we tried to explain that we hadn’t really been in the lake, because we were just getting our feet cool, but they didn’t believe us.

There were some picnic tables nearby, and the moms and started dragging the boys towards the wooden benches. They sat down and I watched as they started stripping the wet clothes off from the boys, until they were naked. Then they started taking the naked boys over their laps, and spanking them! Right there, outdoors!

I watched open-mouthed, and then I felt Hannah by mi side.

“Look at you, wet as a fish,” she said. “We’d better take care of you.”

She grabbed my arm and dragged me to one of the free benches.

I tried to tell her not to, but she wasn’t having it, so he started stripping me off like the boys had been, all the while scolding me for not listening and getting into the lake.

I tried to tell her that I was too old to be stripped in the open like that, but she said that my being oldest only made it worse that i couldn’t listen and follow the rules, and make sure that the younger boys did too.

Suddenly my shorts were down and off, and then she grabbed the waistband of my briefs and pulled down too! I was there with my peenie right in front of her, out there in the open where anyone who looked at me could see!

There was all the family, of course, although at that moment the attention was divided because there were multiple spankings going on, and the boys getting them were hollering.

Then Hannah took my briefs and put them to dry on the table with the rest of my clothes, and I was there completely naked!

She sat down again and pulled my arm, making me fall face down on her lap. It’s incredible how well-practised she had that movement!

“You naughty, naughty boy,” she scolded me as she started spanking.

I don’t know how Ollie or Hannah, who are younger than me, can spank so hard, but they do, even when they are only using their hands. I tried to take my spanking silently and with some dignity because I was older than the others, but I couldn’t help it and soon I was crying and hollering as much as the other boys.

Finally she stopped and let me up, and I stood right there, crying and rubbing my sore bottom with my hands as I jumped first on one foot and then on the other, doing that kind of spanking dance that boys sometimes do when they are spanked.

After a while, I noticed that Chloe and a couple of girls her age were right there, watching with interest as my peenie bounced up and down.

I blushed, stopped jumping, let go of my sore bottom and covered myself down there.

And little Chloe just reached and gave me an open-handed swat on my bare bottom!

“Do not play with yourself in public, Benji. It’s rude,” she told me sternly.

I automatically removed my hands at her tone of authority, blushing even redder as my peenie bounced up in front of the little girls again.

Did Chloe have the right to smack my bottom without direct permission from Hannah or someone? Chloe is only 9! But still, in that situation it did not seem the right moment to be arguing with any girls.

“You know better than that,” Chloe added, warming to the theme. “You keep your hands away from your peenie when you are in public.”

I stood with my face down, naked in front of the little girls.

“What do you say when I tell you to do something, Benji?” Chloe asked.

Was she showing off for her friends? I don’t know, but I couldn’t do anything. Hannah was just watching the scene, looking amused. I just looked down submissively and said “Yes, Chloe.”.

“Good boy,” Chloe approved. “Can I feel how warm his bottom is?” she asked her big sister. I noticed how she didn’t ask me.

“Sure, go ahead,” Hannah told her.

Chloe’s rested one of her little hands on my belly, right over my belly button, and with the other hand she gently caressed my bottom.

“Oooh, it’s warm,” she said.

At that, the other little girls also wanted to feel it. This time Chloe gave permission herself, without asking Hannah or anyone else.

Hannah didn’t object, though, and soon I was feeling several girlish hands on my red, warm bottom. They giggled and made comments about how they could feel the heat.

All the attention to my bottom made me get a stiffie, and then their attention was again on my peenie.

“Look at it! His peenie is going all hard,” one of the little girls said.

“All right, that’s enough, girls, you’re embarrassing him,” Hannah laughed, shooing the little girls away. They went, saying they would feel the spanked bottoms of other boys to see if they were as warm as mine.

I sighed with relief.

“And you, naughty boy,” Hannah told me, giving my peenie a little tap with her finger so that it bobbed up and down, “you’d better stand with your face to the trees like the other boys, while your bottom cools down... and you peenie cools down too.”

She guided me towards a group of trees where the other boys had already been placed, four boys to a tree, looking at the trunk with their hands on their heads and their red bottoms on display.

Hannah took me to an empty place and placed me there in the right position, my face to the tree.

While I did my corner time (or my tree time, I guess), I heard some of her aunts talking to Hannah.

“Yes, I have permission to spank him,” Hannah was saying at one of her questions. “It wouldn’t feel right to have a boyfriend if I couldn’t spank him. You know how boys are.”

Far from disapproving or being scandalised, the women seemed to heartily approve, and praised Hannah for knowing how to handle his boyfriend so well. Not one of them commented that I was too old, older in fact than Hannah. Oh well, you know how things are. For them I was a boy, and when boys misbehaved, they got their bottoms spanked.

After a few minutes no one was crying anymore and we boys were released, but we were told we could not get dressed yet, as the clothes were still drying.

So we played some games with a plastic ball, the boys all naked and the girls clothed.

It was not crowded, but the lake was a popular spot and there were other people around, who looked at us. I guess we were a sight, all those peenies bouncing around. Since I could do nothing, I did my best to ignore them and concentrated on the game.

Finally we were allowed to dress and I was happy to do so!

The rest of the day went well, and there were no more incidents. There was a lot of food and games to play. The girls didn’t really tease us, as if it was normal to watch boys naked and being spanked! However, I noticed the girls, even the younger us, were quite assertive with us boys. I can see where Hannah and Chloe get their being so bossy!

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[Olivia’s note] (this note in italics is not part of Benji’s diary, but is written by his younger adoptive sister Olivia, in a separate document the boys can’t access and are not aware of):

Lol! Benji always thinks that all girls are bossy. But it’s because he’s so immature that us girls take charge. Someone has to, after all, and it sure won’t be Benji!

Little Chloe is funny. Sometime she says such weird things but truthful things (out of the mouths of babes...), but she’s a good sort. And it’s funny how she takes charge of Benji, it’s funny because of the age difference. I mean, Hannah and I are younger than Benji ourselves, but the age difference is not so large. With Chloe is really obvious, though, which makes it cuter when she takes charge of him and scolds him or orders him around. That girl won’t have any problems taking charge of his boyfriend when she is old enough to have one.

Anyway, I already knew this story before reading it in Benji’s diary, because when he got home, I asked him about his day, and when I asked him if he had been a good boy he blushed and admitted he had got a spanking. He knows better than hiding such things from me, because he knows I’ll probably find out, and I’ll be upset if he lied to me.

I made him tell me everything that had happened. Benji is so cute when he is blushing! But I was kind to him and told him that Hannah had already dealt with it, so there was no need for more scolding, and that he is a good boy even if he sometimes makes mistakes.

I’m getting him used to telling me the stuff that happens to him, so I often have conversations like that with him, so that he will get to feel comfortable telling me everything.

Now, of course, I can read his diary, but just in case, I can take better care of him when I know everything that’s going on with him. Boys are so helpless! They need someone to love them and be in charge of them.

(The End)