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The Mailing List 29

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PART 29
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From 13-year-old Zac’s Diary:

I can’t believe how this “mother’s helper” and “mature little lady” thing has got to Lucy’s head. I swear she’s unbearable! I thought it would be just a phase, but no. It did not end with her helping Maya bathe Gabe and me [Editor’s note: see chapter 24].

Now she’s taken to ordering me around. Things like what happened a few days ago: “Zac,” she said, “your bedroom is a hazard zone, go tidy it up.” Then, when I frowned, resentful of her bossy ways, and did nothing, she said “Zac, obey right away, or I’ll give you a spanking.”

That was too much for me to remain in disdainful silence. “You can’t!”

“Sure I can,” she said, “and on your bare bottom, too.”

She was so confident that I began feeling intimidated. “No way, I wouldn’t let you,” I said, trying to sound disdainful of little sisters.

She snorted. “What do you think mom will say when she hears that you are disobeying and refuse to tidy your room?”

Well, that was disquieting. If she went to mom with that story... what would she say? Surely she wouldn’t let Lucy spank me? That’s ridiculous!... But maybe mom would spank me herself... Or maybe, just maybe, she might let Lucy. Mom is so fully behind this “Lucy’s a mature little lady now” nonsense...

I looked at Lucy, uncertain. The idea of Lucy spanking me, a boy three years older, is unbearable, unthinkable. But then, so was the idea of Lucy helping bathe me, and it has happened.

And, I mean, girls have a way... like, look at my friend Benji, for example... His little sister Ollie, who is 11, I think, only one year older than Lucy... she... well, she dominates him so thoroughly. She’s the boss of him, no doubt about it. What she says, goes. When she tells Benji to do something, he does it. Her authority is final. She spanks his bottom whenever she thinks he needs it. His bare bottom. She’s not even mean about it, but she takes it for granted that she is the boss of him. And Benji takes it for granted too.

Shudders! That could not happen to me! I mean... I guess it couldn’t?... But with the way Lucy is acting... I don’t know.

Better to avoid conflict.

I lowered my eyes, unable to meet her eyes any more.

“All right,” I said, standing up. “I’ll do it, but because I want to, not because you tell me to.”

It sounded unconvincing even to my ears, but it’s better than nothing.

As I passed by her, she grabbed my arm and landed a couple of smacks on my bottom. It didn’t hurt that much on the seat of my jeans, but still, her hand stung a surprising amount. It took me by surprise and I yelped.

“Well, you’d better do it because I tell you too,” she said, letting go of my arm. “Do not think for a moment I won’t bare your bottom and put you over my knees if you disobey me, Zac.”

Completely unnerved, I ran away and went to tidy up my room.

Later, I heard Lucy tell mom that she had made me clean up my room, and mom praised her for it. “Thank you, dear, it's very responsible of you to help like that. That way I don’t have to be after that boy all the time.”

Can you believe it? Mom doesn’t think it’s weird that my 10 year old sister is bossing me around.

The bad thing about obeying my sister once is that it makes it more difficult to resist the next time. Lucy kept getting more confident and assertive. I kept getting more submissive to her.

One night, when I was playing computer games in the playroom, she shook my shoulder.

“Come on, Zac.”

“Huh? Where?”

“I’m going to give you a bath.”

“What? No way!”

She made me turn around and look at her eyes.

“Zachary Randy Saunders, do you want to be in deep trouble?”

“Eh... I... no,” I said, as if hypnotized.

“Good. Because you will be in deep trouble if you don’t do as I tell you. I’m going to bathe you, and that’s final. Mom is really busy today, and I’m helping. And you, young man, are going to do as I say. Is that clear?”

I gaped, and then i lowered my eyes. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t hold her gaze when she looked at me like that, and when she spoke so sharply. “Yes,” I said in a low voice.

I looked up for a moment and she was looking at me with that smug smile on her face. I quickly looked down again.

She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She closed the door and started undressing me.

I tried to assert my independence and say that I could do it myself.

“Hush, boy,” she said, slapping my hand away. “I’m the one bathing you, am I not? So I’ll be the one to strip you naked.”

And she did.

Soon she was unfastening my jeans and taking them off. She had a really smug look as she reached for my briefs.

Instinctively, I tried to stop her. “No,” I said weakly.

She slapped the seat of my briefs.

“You do not say no to me, Zachary,” she scolded me, sounding just like mom. “Not if you want to be able to sit down.” She looked at me with her hands on her hips. “Besides, why do you make such a fuss anyway? Can’t you be a good boy for me?”

“I... I just... I don’t want you to see me naked,” I blurted out, blushing.

She grinned. “How do you expect me to bathe you without seeing you naked. Surely you don’t think I’m going to give you a bath while you are in your clothes.” She seemed to consider it and added, “I hope this is none of your silly modesty, Zac. Remember I have already helped bathe you, haven’t I? And you certainly weren’t dressed for that.”

“But that’s...”

“What?” she asked when I stopped.

“I mean... That’s different.”

“Why?”

“Because... because Maya was bathing me. You just helped.” [Editor’s note: Maya is his 17-year-old babysitter]

“Well, what different does it make? You were naked, weren’t you? And I was seeing you just the same, whether Maya was there or not.”

I tried to think of something to respond to that, without success.

With a smirk, she grabbed my briefs and pulled them down. My peenie popped out in front of her face.

She removed my briefs, folded them and left them with the rest of my clothes. I was completely naked. She looked at me and i saw she was looking at my midsection.

I blushed and covered myself.

“Don’t be silly,” she said, taking my hands and removing them from there. “It’s normal for a girl to bathe his brothers and see them naked, so don’t fuss.”

She started the water and checked its temperature. When she was satisfied she told me to get into the tub.

She bathed me much like Maya did. Only, Lucy spent much more time manipulating my peenie and my balls.

“I want to do a thorough word,” was his only explanation when I complained.

She was being gentle, but she had an incredibly smug look in her face. She didn’t let me wash anything. She did everything herself, and didn’t lose any opportunity to handle my peenie or my bottom.

When she was done, she dried me, again being incredibly thorough.

At least she let me get into my pyjamas myself, but that was all I was allowed to do.

Then she took me to the kitchen and told mom that she had bathed me to help.

“Thanks sweetie,” mom smiled at her. Looking at me she asked “Did Lucy bathe you well?”

I didn’t know what to say. “Yes, mom,” I said, looking down, my face red.

“Good boy,” she said. “Lucy, if you don’t mind, bathing Zac and Gabe will be your chore from now on. You’ll save me a lot of time and be a big help.”

“It’s OK mom, I don’t mind,” Lucy said, beaming. “I want to be responsible and help.”

Shit, I thought, but I didn’t dare say anything.

I don’t know how girls do it, but they always seem to find a way to be in charge. It’s like they get trained or something!

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

As a matter of fact, we do! Get trained, I mean. A good number of us girls get some classes at the GPA (Girl Power Association), to learn feminism and how to handle boys. I know Lucy started taking those classes recently, and it seems she’s a natural.

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From 13-year-old Zac’s Diary:

I was at basketball practice today. It was fun, and after practice, when I was getting out of the shower, Christine approached me.

“Zac,” she called.

I had to suppress the urge to cover myself. It would have been ridiculous and the other boys would have teased me. What sense is there in covering myself when I’m so used to Christine, our junior coach, seeing us naked. Still, it’s more difficult for me to get used to it than for the other boys in the team, because I had a huge crush on Christine. I’m just getting over it.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said (we have to be respectful towards our coaches when we are with the team).

“When you finish here, Zoey wanted to talk to you. Look for her in the stands, OK?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said again. [Editor’s note: Zoey is Christine’s little sister. See chapters 6 and 19].

When I dried myself and got dressed, I went to look for Zoey. I didn’t exactly want to talk to her, because I was embarrassed about that video I had to help her and her friends with, but orders are orders.

“Hey Zoey,” I said when I saw her.

“Hey Zac.”

“What did you want to tell me?”

She hesitated and then said “We have a themed dance at my school, and I was wondering... if you wanted to be my date.”

I was surprised, as that was the last thing I had been expecting.

“I... well... I’d like to.”

“Cool!” she smiled. “My mom will tell your mom the details. See you!”

And she left, leaving me speechless. Up to the moment when I opened my mouth, I thought I was going to give some excuse... But then, it’s difficult thinking of an excuse that doesn’t make it very clear that I didn’t to and besides... I suddenly realized that it wasn’t exactly true that I didn’t want to.

I mean, I really like Christine. But I know I have no chance with her. She may be only one year older than me, but it’s like there’s this huge gap between us. She certainly sees me like a little child.

But Zoey, on the other hand, did not seem so much out of reach. And she looks a lot like her sister. She is really cute too!

(The End)