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The Mailing List - Interlude 2

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Olivia’s Point of View

Hi, it’s Olivia again. As you know, most people call me Ollie. I’m 11, and Benji is my 13-year-old adoptive brother.

The point of these interludes is telling some of the incidents the boys write about in their “private” mailing list and diaries, or similar ones, but from my point of view. This one is about an extended weekend trip we made to the mountains.

This actually happened several months ago. I had written a draft about it, but never went back to publish it. Some of my friends from the GPA [editor’s note: then Girl Power Association] have been pestering me for more of these little accounts. Apparently, they enjoy reading these accounts because they help them understand how boys think, and also as an example about how a girl with authority over boys thinks.

I’m not sure how I feel about being considered “an example”. I’m just one girl, not a model of how girls should think or act. I have some experience managing boys, but I’m still figuring things out and learning from more experienced girls.

Anyway, since there are some girls how find these stories helpful or entertaining, I see no harm in sharing with them. I saw this old draft I had in my computer and thought, why not proofread it and publish them? So I did that, and what you are reading is the result.

As I said, several months ago we went to the mountains for an extended weekend. We made reservations at a boarding house near a lake. Apart from the lake, there were some nice trekking routes nearby.

Mom and several of her friends were coming, and they liked to spend some of their time together, so, although we had supervision, Benji and I had a lot of time to ourselves.

By then, Benji’s training was going well, but I was still working on it. He accepted my authority quite well, and I could boss him around without much difficulty, despite the age difference.

He was getting used (although he did not like it!) to the idea that he was not allowed to bathe himself, and that mainly I would be the one bathing him. Mom and I explained to him that boys can’t really be trusted to get themselves properly clean.

Mom has a difficult timetable because of her job, but even when she is available, she mostly leaves the job to me. In general, she likes me supervising and being in charge of Benji. She says that it’s good for me to have that responsibility, and that learning to submit to girls is good for boys. She told us that the fact that I’m younger makes it better, because it makes it clear that between the two of us, it’s the girl who is in charge because girls are more mature, not because I’m the oldest or anything like that.

These ideas are familiar to you girls at the GPA, but you need to explain it often to the boys under your authority, so that they can take it in. You should treat boys gently, even when they have misbehaved and you are about to spank them, and explain things to them in simple words so that they can understand. Remember that boys mature later, and that not only affects their behavior, but also the way they think, which is why it’s more difficult for them to understand complex ideas.

Anyway, by that time it had become an everyday routine for me to strip him of his clothes and give him a bath. In some ways he had got used to it, and in some ways he hadn’t. Sometimes he was quite relaxed while I handled his naked body, and he would be chattering about something while I washed him, seemingly without a care in the world. But then something would remind him. Maybe I would touch his penis, perhaps to wash under his prepuce, or I would gently hold his testicles to soap that area, and suddenly he would blush and become all bashful. Sometimes he would try to hide his boy bits from me with his hands (can you believe that, after I see him naked so often?). When that happened, I would just tell him not to be silly, and that boys did not need any privacy while they were being bathed. It’s normal for a girl to look after you, and that includes seeing you naked sometimes, I would tell him.

I was trying to get him used to thinking of me not as another kid, but as an authority figure, way above his level. The books I had read about female power said that boys should be submissive to girls. In the past, boys were aggressive because when left to their own devices they have the instinct to be dominant, to try to be in charge. However, when boys get used to girls being dominant over them, they settle into that hierarchy and become sweet and non-aggressive. Of course, Puericil makes that much easier.

Benji in general is quite easy to dominate. You’ll probably find that’s the case for most boys who are brought up properly, and certainly so if they are on Puericil.

From the beginning, it wasn’t difficult to get Benji to accept my being in charge. When I gave him an order it was mostly the same as when mom did so. He might whine and try to negotiate, but it did not occur to him that I might not have the right to give him orders.

Still, I sensed he still found it embarrassing to come to me for instructions or permission to do something, at least when other kids were around. He still had the silly idea that because he is older than me, there’s something embarrassing about me being the one in charge. This idea is difficult to eradicate completely, even in boys who are used to it.

Mom was helping me by making Benji ask me for permission when he wanted to do things. Like, he would come running to our mom asking “Mom! Some of the boys are going to explore around the lake? Can I go?”.

Then mom would say “Ask your sister for permission, dear.”

“Aww, mom, but I’m 13 and she is just 11.”

“Yes she is, dear, but you know that doesn’t matter. She’s more mature than you, so she’s in charge. Also, she can spend more time with you, so I want you to get used to going to her for permission.”

So Benji would come to where I was chatting with some other girls and try to get my attention, as if he wanted to talk to me in private, but I wouldn’t move away to accompany him. “Yes, Benji, I’m talking with some friends, what is it?”

“Hm... Ollie, can I go explore around the lake with the other boys?” he would ask, blushing at the grins of the other girls.

“Sure, but don’t get into the water without supervision,” I’d say. “Make sure to come back by 12:30. You’d better set an alarm in your wristwatch so that you don’t lose track of the time. Remember I had to spank you yesterday for being late for lunch.”

“Yes, Ollie,” Benji would say in a small voice, looking at his feet, his face red as some of the girls snickered.

“Run along, then. Be careful and have fun!”

As he ran towards the other boys, one of the grinning girls told me, “Boy, you sure have your brother under your thumb, don’t you?”

I shrugged. “Well, of course I’m in charge of him. He’s just a boy. You know how irresponsible boys can be.”

“It must be cool, being in charge of your older brother. I wish I was in charge of mine!”

“It’s not such a big deal that he is older. I’m 11, and he is 13 going on 7,” I said, causing some more giggles.

“Is it true that you spanked him yesterday?” another one of the girls wanted to know.

“Yes,” I said. “No big deal. Spanking works well for boys. It's something clear and immediate, that they can understand. So, when he is naughty, I spank his bare bottom.”

“And he lets you?”

“It’s not a matter of letting. He doesn’t get any say in how I punish him. If he misbehaves, his pants and underpants come down and he gets his bottom warmed. It’s really no different if it’s our mom or me doing it.”

“Oh, boy, I would love to see that.”

I shrugged again. “Boys get spanked all the time. But hopefully he will behave and won’t need one for a while.”

Of course, with incidents like that soon all the kids around were aware that I disciplined Benji, and he got some teasing. I’m sure there was more, but I heard a 9-year-old girl asking him “Benji, is it true that your little sister spanks you, on your bare bottom?”

Poor Benji really gets embarrassed and self-conscious at that kind of thing, you know how he is. I wasn’t really concerned about it, because I think it’s good for him to get over that embarrassment. The fact that I’m in charge of him and spank him is not shameful. It’s just normal for a girl to be the one in charge, and he needs to get used to it and treat it as a natural fact of life.

But I was sorry he was feeling a bit down, so I talked to him afterwards. He was sitting alone by the lake, half-heartedly throwing stones into the water.

“Hi,” I said, sitting down beside him.

We were there in silence for a while, and then I said, “The other kids are teasing you, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said. “’Cause they know you boss me around and stuff, and that you spank me sometimes.”

“Huh. That’s no reason to tease you,” I said, putting my arm around him. He leaned into me and put his head on my shoulder, and I patted his hair.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about that, you know,” I told him softly. “You are a good boy. You just shrug and say that your sister takes care of you and that there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just normal for a sister to take care of her brother, so don’t let that teasing get to you, and the other kids will soon tire of trying to rile you up.”

He sighed. “I know... It’s just hard, you know. It would be easier if I weren’t a teenager, or if you were older than me.”

“Age has nothing to do with it,” I said, still caressing his head. “You know I’m more mature and responsible, don’t you?”

“Huh-huh,” he nodded.

“And that I look out for you, and that I’m always here for you?”

He nodded again.

“Then there’s no reason for you to feel bad about it.”

“It’s just that I feel like a baby.”

“Well, you are not a baby, you are just a boy. And boys are not mature enough to take real good care of themselves, that’s why they have parents and sisters,” I told him, kissing his cheek.

He leaned on me and let me comfort him. Although he wouldn’t have been so relaxed if this had happened in front of other kids, at least I was getting him used to accepting comfort and affection from me.

That afternoon, when it was time to give Benji his bath I took him to the outhouse.

The boarding house itself only had showers, not bathtubs, and I don’t really like showering Benji. Bathing him is much more convenient. Luckily, there was an outhouse near the main boarding house, with extra beds dorm-style. There was a shower room there, but also a small bathroom with an old-fashioned bathtub.

The outhouse was not normally used unless there were groups of campers, and since it was empty now, the lady at the reception desk had offered to let me use it when I asked, smiling when I explained that I needed it to bathe my brother.

“But I thought your brother was older than you,” the lady said. “Do you have a little brother too?”

“No, Benji’s my only brother,” I explained. “He is older than me, but you know boys, he’s very immature so I have to look after him.”

“I’m sure you take good care of him, dear,” the lady said, giving me the keys.

As I took them and went in search of Benji, I noticed the 9-year-old girl who had teased him standing nearby.

I noticed her lurking again after I found Benji playing with other boys. I had taken him by the hand and was leading him to the outhouse while he begged for a bit more of playing time on the grass by the lake.

“Not today, Benji,” I told him. “I’m going to bathe you now.”

I forgot about the younger girl as I got Benji into the outhouse, then into the small bathroom and told him to get undressed.

It was while he was pulling down his briefs, acting all bashful like he sometimes did, that I noticed someone looking into the bathroom from the outside...

I should explain here that this old-fashioned bathroom, instead of a window, had a mosaic of thick frosted glass, facing towards the forest. But obviously a few of the pieces had been broken at some point and been replaced with clear glass.

I could see someone peeking inside through one of those little pieces of clear glass. I realized it was the same 9-year-old girl. She was difficult to see, because it was starting to get dark and you couldn’t really see her through the thick frosted glass. But there was still enough light outside that I had been able to notice her. Benji was oblivious, however. He had just taken off his briefs, so that the younger girl could see his bare bottom.

I smiled to myself and decided not to make a fuss. After all, if a young girl was curious about seeing a boy’s naked body, what harm was there to it? It’s not like boy’s modesty is something that needs protecting.

I thought about asking the girl to come in, but I didn’t. Here was a little girl spying on us –well, I guess spying on Benji, really– and seeing his naked bottom. From her vantage point, she would be able to see every part of his naked body, without him even knowing. I’m not sure why, but there was something about the whole situation that made me feel funny inside, in a good way.

As I said, I knew there was no need for me to protect Benji’s modesty. Boys don’t have any need for modesty, and if they feel any, it's just false modesty. Besides, I felt some sympathy for that girl. Strictly speaking, it’s not nice to spy, but she was curious, and she was doing something about it. I had to admire the ingenuity. After all, thanks to that ingenuity there she was, seeing a 13-year-old boy, all naked and bare in front of her eyes.

Smiling to myself, I turned on the light. It was a bit early for it to be strictly necessary, but that would make easier for the peeking girl to see inside, and would make it almost impossible for Benji to notice we had an onlooker.

Feeling wicked, I decided to give the peeking girl a show.

“Let me check how dirty you are, Benji. I don’t know how you boys manage to get sand everywhere,” I told him, and then started examining several parts of his body, making him turn slowly in front of me as necessary. He was between the window and me, so when I was checking his weenie, the girl could see his bottom, and when I was checking his bottom, she could see his weenie.

Discreetly, I checked that the girl was still there. She sure was, her eyes glued to the window, looking now at Benji’s peenie that was presented to her. With the lights on, she could easily see inside, but we could barely see outside. I only saw her because I was specifically looking for me.

Feeling kind of funny and giddy, I turned Benji around and, pretending to still be checking for cleanliness, I handled his peenie in a way that I knew would cause an erection. Without commenting on it, I turned him around again, so that the girl could see his erection.

Once I had given her a good show, I said “Well, I can see you really need a bath. You are pretty dirty after playing all day. Into the bathtub with you, young man. Chop chop!” I patted his bare bottom twice to hurry him along.

I bathed Benji very thoroughly, making sure to keep exposing all his interesting parts for the peeking girl to see. As I was doing that, I wondered what the little girl was thinking.

Clearly, she wasn’t that used to seeing naked boys, at least not boys as old as Benji. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken that much trouble to peep on him. Of course, I was used to seeing Benji naked, and other boys I babysat, too. However, not all girls were so lucky, and that made me appreciate over again the wonder of what I was doing. Here I had a 13-year-old boy, naked and under my full authority. Benji might be childish, but he was technically a teenager, and I, an 11-year-old girl, could strip him at will, and look and touch every part of his naked body as much as I wanted.

I took my time to bathe him, touching him everywhere and being very thorough. He let me do docilely. Only once he got a bit restless because of how thorough I was being, but I just told him that boys were very careless when they bathed, and that it was a good thing he had me to make sure he was clean.

Finally, I made him step out of the tub, onto the rug, and I dried him. I made sure he was on the best place for the peeking girl to see him, and I think I had never been so conscientious when drying him.

“Put your foot on this chair, Benji. This one, so that I can dry you between your legs,” I would say, making sure his exposed groin was just in front of the glass through which the little girl was peeking. Then I would take his weenie between my fingers and move it out of the way gently so that I could dry everywhere, giving the girl a nice view.

“Turn around. This foot up on the chair now,” I’d say then, to make sure the girl could see his bottom properly.

It’s not something I feel very proud of, because it’s kind of immature, but I took a lot of satisfaction in ensuring that the little girl got a good show and saw everything there was to see. I liked showing off my control over Benji that way, for that little girl’s benefit, and I found the whole thing kind of exciting. And Benji... well, he was so used to me bossing him around that he did not even suspect or find it strange that I was making such a big production of bathing and drying him. The poor thing was totally oblivious. Boys are so naïve and helpless!

I finished dressed Benji and told him to run along. By then the girl had disappeared.

As I said, I did not feel that proud of myself. Still, I told myself that the whole thing was harmless. Something as silly as Benji’s boyish modesty did not matter in the slightest. If that peeking little girl wanted to see him naked, I did not see any reason why she shouldn’t. Girls seeing naked boys is just the natural order of things. Yes, I know I should just have invited them in to watch, but the whole situation secretly amused me.

As for the rest of our stay, just two days more, I bathed Benji daily at around the same time. A bit later, in fact, to make sure it was darker outside and the little girl, whose name I learned was Lexi, could easily peek in with Benji being none the wiser.

To my amusement, I soon noticed that the cheeky little monkey had brought a friend her same age to enjoy the peep show with her, and they took turn peeking in. I made sure to give the two 9-year-old girls a good show every time. They sure saw everything there was to see of Benji’s not-so-private parts.

The two little girls were really cheeky, and I noticed they were pestering Benji a lot. Not telling him about their peeking, but just following him around and asking him questions and teasing him about his little sister bathing and spanking him.

I told Benji that I thought those little girls may have a crush on him and not know how to handle it better, that it was harmless and that he was to be polite to them and answer their questions truthfully. He protested that telling the truth was embarrassing, but I told him that telling lies should be more embarrassing than telling the truth, and that there was nothing shameful in my taking care of him. I told him that he should stop being so self-conscious about everything, that it was normal for girls to be in charge of their brothers, regardless of age.

“Don’t you know I’m more mature than you, Benji?” I asked him, tapping his nose playfully.

“Well, I guess so, but it’s kind of embarrassing having to talk about it.”

“Ah, don’t be silly,” I laughed, “it’s just harmless curiosity on the part of the little girls.”

The cheeky little monkeys soon noticed Benji tended to be more informative in his answers when I was around, so I got to hear a lot of questions, like “Does your sister really give you baths, Benji?” “But, are you naked?” I had to smile about those ones. I was aware they knew the answer to those ones perfectly well, but they wanted to hear Benji admitting it. Which he did, after I prodded him. “Gosh! Don’t you find it embarrassing?” they’d say. Then I assured them that it was normal for boys to be bathed, because “they did not do a good job otherwise”. They would go on giggling and pestering Benji for answers until he was all red-faced and I told them to run along and let Benji be. A bit of that might be good for Benji’s excessive self-consciousness, but too much was too much.

I thought about actually speaking with the two girls, revealing I knew they had been spying on Benji, and inviting the them to help me bathe him. After all, while being bathed and seen naked by different girls is actually good for a boy, because it reinforces the idea that girls are in charge and they should respect girls and be submissive to them, this only works if the boy is actually aware of the girls seeing him naked.

However, I decided against it, because it seemed to me that those two girls were not quite ready to handle it in a mature manner. They need to understand that teasing a boy for being naked in front of them does not ultimately help the boy realize that it’s natural and proper for him to be naked in front of us girls.

Finally, the day arrived when we were going to return home after lunch. I had thought Benji would never find out about the girls peeking on him, but I found out I was wrong about that. I’ll let Benji tell the story himself as he wrote it for his friends’ mailing list.

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Those two pesky little brats kept after me with their embarrassing questions and their giggling. I wanted to get rid of them, but, if I had done anything to them, I know I would have got in big trouble. Ollie is perfectly capable of spanking me in front of them if I did something like that. Bare bottom, too! So I just had to put up with it.

“Tell us, Benji, does your sister wash your willy too when she gives you a bath?” You know, things like that, accompanied by an awful lot of giggling. When Ollie was around I had to answer them politely, too, but at least she told them to go away after a while, and they did as she said. You can bet that didn’t work when I was the one telling them to scamper. The worst thing is that, before telling them to run along, Ollie always acted like it was perfectly normal to talk about things like that. She would tell them stuff about bathing me, or about spanking me, and she told them that maybe when they were a little older they would babysit boys and have to do those things themselves. I pity the boy who is babysat by those little brats!

Anyway, the day we were leaving something even more embarrassing happened. I was sunbathing on the lake beach in front of the boarding house, when they sat around me and started teasing me.

“You know, Benji,” Lexi said (she was the leader of their little gang, I think), “you are very cute when you are naked.”

I said there’s no way they’d know because, fortunately, they had never seen me naked.

“Oh, but we have. We have watched every day when your little sister bathed you. In the bathroom you guys use, there are glasses you can use to look in from outside, you know.”

I said that was a lie, and that they hadn’t seen me, but they started giving me a lot of details about what Ollie had done, so that there was no doubt they were telling the truth.

“We have all seen you naked, Benji,” Lexi said smugly. “We have all seen every bit of you.”

“Yeah, we have seen how your sister washes your willy and your tushie,” another one said, giggling.

“We have seen everything!” the other one said. “You looked so silly, all naked there, letting your little sister wash you. I guess it’s normal for boys. You guys are so silly!”

And they went on teasing me until I started to cry and ran away. I couldn’t help it. It was so shameful that the tears just came out without asking permission.

I found Ollie and told her everything. She comforted me, but didn’t give the whole thing much importance.

“It’s just a couple of curious little girls, Benji. It doesn’t matter that they saw you naked. It's a non-isuue. What harm does it do to you? They are not the first girls who see you naked, and surely they won’t be the last. You know that boys shouldn’t be so modest anyway, and you know what I think about your false modesty... Perhaps I should strip your bathing suit right there on the beach for everyone to see? I would if there were outdoors showers, you know. Do you think that would help with your excessive modesty problem?”

I hastened to assure her that it wouldn’t, and I did not complain any more in case she got some more ideas.
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Well, that was what Benji wrote, unedited.

Thinking about this a few months later, I realize that I found the situation exciting. Exposing Benji to those inquisitive little girls without him knowing, I mean. It gave me a feeling of power.

Many books on girl power go over all the theory on why it’s a good, natural thing for girls to be in charge, but they don’t really discuss that we might find it exciting. And, even though we girls are more mature, we are still human beings, and we like seeing boys naked, and we enjoy having power over them. It’s not the most mature feeling, but I think it’s part of human nature.

Having thought about it, I think we shouldn’t try to suppress those feelings, but rather keep them in control. Sure, boys are immature, but they are human, and they have feelings. We must not use our natural power over them to mistreat them. We need to treat them fairly, and look after them, not abuse them. We must not let our power corrupt us, but instead use it responsibly, and be kind to those who have less power, like boys.

And, as long as we do that, it’s OK to enjoy the authority that nature has given us by making us more mature. After all, the best worker is the one who enjoys her job, and there’s a lot to enjoy in being a girl. It’s just that, as someone said, with great power there must also come great responsibility.

(The End)