The Mailing List

The Mailing List - Interlude 3

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Olivia’s Point of View

Hi, it's Ollie again!

It's a lucky coincidence that I posted an account of what happened in our mountain vacation (Editor's note: see The Mailing List - Interlude 2), because three days after posting it, I saw that impish 9 year old girl who had teased Benji and later spied on us as I bathed him.

I actually saw a picture of her, as I was browsing a list of candidates for the mentor program on the GPA's site (Editor's note: the Girl Power Association). Cindy Fraser, that was her name, and I recognized her right away from the picture, cheeky grin and all.

I had been asked to mentor a younger girl as part of the program, and I decided to request her, because I felt I had left something unfinished with her.

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One week later I was having an ice cream with Cindy as we took a walk in the park and talked. I told her that I knew she had been spying as I bathed Benji at the boarding house. She had the grace to look embarrassed.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking down.

"It's OK," I said. "No harm done, but it's not very girl-like behavior, you know. We girls shouldn't go sneaking around and spying. If you are curious about boys, you should just strip one and have a look. Boys do not need modesty, so there's no need to go hiding."

She considered that.

"But I'm not like you," she said. "I can't just... you know... strip a boy. And I don't know any boy I could strip, anyway."

"Well, how about your brother?" I asked. "I saw in your file that you have a 12-year-old brother. Noah, was it?"

"Yeah, but I can't just strip Noah. I mean, he's 3 years older than me."

"Well, Benji is almost that... he's two years older than me, and that sure doesn't stop me from stripping him. As you know very well, don't you?" I asked pointedly.

She blushed, sneaked a peek at me, and then grinned as she saw I was smiling.

"Yeah, well, but it's different."

"Not really different, you'll see."

"But...," she said, biting her lip. "It's not like that with us. I can't just... I mean, I can't just strip him. He'd never let me."

"It's not a matter of letting," I said. "He doesn't get any say. Does a toddler get any say on when his mommy strips him for a bath? Well, with Noah it needs to be the same. You need to take charge, and once you do, his opinion doesn't count."

She looked dubious, so I added "Don't look so uncertain. I read in your file that your mother have started your brother on Puericil. You'll see, that will make it easy. Puericil is a game-changer."

"So you think that I'll be able to... you know... strip Noah?"

"Of course you will," I said, with complete confidence. "Follow my lead and you'll soon be in charge. You'll soon be like a third adult in your family, while Noah remains a child. But, for that, you need to act more mature. You need to be responsible and help around the house. I'll show you how."

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A couple of weeks later, I had Cindy in my house for some practical training. I had instructed her well. She was not to tease Benji under any circumstance. She was to treat him kindly, but also firmly. "When you give a boy an order, you should act with complete confidence that it's going to be obeyed. Even more so when it's an older boy. Boys like hierarchies and structure. You have to make it clear where they are in the chain of command, and once they know, everything will go fine."

I introduced her to Benji, who recognized her from the mountain vacation. He was a bit taken aback. Of course he wasn't aware she had spied on him, but he remembered the teasing. Cindy was perfect, though. She was nice to him, and she told him that he was a good boy and that I (Ollie) was very proud of him. There was no trace of the teasing little monkey she had been on that vacation.

She took Benji's hand and told him "Ollie has told me that you are going to help me learn to babysit. She's going to show me how to bathe boys, and I'm going to give you a bath. But I don't want you to be embarrassed, Benji. It's normal for girls to take care of boys, and I promise I'll be really gentle."

I nodded. The girl was a quick learner.

"That's right, Benji," I said. "You'll be a good boy for us, won't you?"

Benji was blushing, and I noticed him doing something that he sometimes does when he's still clothed but he anticipates being naked and is embarrassed about it. he put his hands in front of his pants as if he were trying to cover his peenie, as boys do when they are naked. Only, of course, Benji was still clothed. Not for long, no doubt, but still clothed. Boys sure are funny.

Cindy must have noticed his blushing, because she patted his arms and told him "You won't be embarrassed about it, will you Benji? It's OK, you know. It's normal for boys to be naked in front of girls. I sure ain't gonna tease you about it or anything."

This didn't seem the same girl who had been so insecure when I started mentoring her. Her grammar may be dubious, but this girl is a natural, and I remember thinking right then that her brother Noah didn't have a hope against her: sooner rather than later she was going to be stripping him naked, whether he had any objections or not.

"Yes, Benji," I added to Cindy's comforting words. "You really have to give up that false modesty. You know boys shouldn't be so modest, and that there's nothing shameful about boys being naked in front of girls. We have talked about this before, haven't we?"

"Yes, Ollie," Benji said shyly, in a low voice and looking down at the floor. He's so cute when he does that!

"Good boy," I approved. "Now Cindy's going to take you to the bathroom, strip all your clothes off, and give you a bath. You will be a good boy for her, follow all her instructions and not give you any trouble, won't you, Benji?"

He pouted, looking down and still visibly blushing. "Do I gotta?"

"Yes, you have got to, Benjamin," I said patiently. "Because we are helping her learn to take care of boys. Now run along, child," I told him, turning him around and giving him a pat on the seat of his shorts to send him in the bathroom's direction.

Cindy clearly was gaining confidence by the minute. She took Benji's hand in hers and took him to the bathroom. I followed, grinning at the cute image of the young, 9-year-old girl leading the older, 13-year-old boy. She was shorter than him, but still there was no doubt of who was leading who. As I had told Cindy, authority is all in the mind. Once a boy accepts your authority, differences in age or size are meaningless.

And Benji had accepted Cindy's authority. I watched as she took him into the bathroom and stripped him. She was beaming as she did so. He was awkward but submissive.

"I'll just take off your undies and you'll be ready," she told him. "There's a good boy," she cooed as she took down Benji's briefs, and his peenie popped out in front of her eyes.

Benji instinctively covered it with his hands and I intervened.

"Benji," I said, "what do you know about covering yourself with your hands when a girl is stripping you?"

"That it's disrespectful," Benji said, blushing and removing his hands. "Sorry, Ollie."

"I think it's not me you need to apologize, young man," I said, half-sternly half-amused.

"Oh, sorry, Cindy," he said meekly.

"That's OK, Benji, just don't do it again, or I'll have to smack your bottom," the little girl told him, her eyes glued to his groin.

I raised my brow at her words. The little imp sure had cheek. I had not told her anything about spanking Benji. Still, I wasn't going to take the wind out of her sails when she was doing so well.

If Cindy had actually intended to spank Benji, I was the only one who could have stopped her, because at that point Benji was putty in her hands. As I said, that girl is a natural.

As a girl, I felt proud of how easily she took charge of a boy four years her senior. Of course, it's easy with Benji, because I had trained him well, even if I say so myself. Benji knows girls are in charge.

"Don't be embarrassed, Benji," Cindy said kindly, caressing his shoulder, before smiling at me cheekily. "It's not the first time I have seen a boy naked, you know."

I had to contain a chuckle. I saw no need to tell Benji that, actually, it wasn't even the first time Cindy saw Benji naked, even if Benji himself was not aware of that fact.

Still, that other time she didn't get such a close view as she was getting now.

I had talked Cindy through the whole bathing procedure, and now she was proving herself an apt student. Of course, she had seen me bathe Benji before, when peeking at us, but it was the first time she bathed a boy herself, and she did it like a pro, with only occasional advice from me.

She did not tease Benji, and only the beaming expression she occasionally gave me betrayed how much she was enjoying this. She spoke to him kindly, but with a lot of confidence, like one might talk to a younger boy she was looking after. Of course, this boy was four years older than her, but it didn't matter. She was the young woman in this situation, and he was a boy. She was really feeling it, and so was Benji.

She knew all the theory, and she put it in practice smoothly. She got him wet, then soaped his hair and then his skin. I like soaping a boy's body with my own hands, and had told her to do the same. Sponges are fine, but nothing rivals the feeling of touching the naked body of a boy you are bathing.

She soaped him all over, and as I had recommended, she spent extra time with his private parts... or not so private in this case. As she carefully soaped his peenie and retracted the foreskin to wash below, the look of triumph she gave me was amusing, as if she was saying "Look at me! I'm really doing this! Isn't it fantastic?"

To Benji she said, "let's get your little peepee clean, shall we?"

She also cleaned his bottom thoroughly, even making him bend over and touch his toes, which is something I had not told her to do. But she was so confident that she was improvising.

Finally she rinsed him, dried him and dressed him in his pajamas.

"We are done," she said, patting the seat of his pajama bottoms. Then she hugged him. "You are a good boy, Benji. Thanks for helping me practice. Oh... and thanks to you too, Ollie."

"You're welcome, kiddo," I grinned. "You have done a good job, you know."

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Next Saturday I was at the Frasers', officially babysitting Noah and Cindy, although I was really there to babysit Noah and mentor Cindy.

Noah, who was 12-year-old, new to Puericil and not used to having girls in charge of him, particularly younger girls, was kind of sullen after their parents lecture to listen to me, and after they left he tried to ignore me at first.

I soon put a stop to that.

I got in front of him. "Noah Patrick Fraser," I said with my best stern voice "look at me, young man".

He looked at me, clearly taken aback. He had not liked the news that a girl slightly younger than him was babysitting, and had tried to show that as far as he was concerned, I was only there to babysit Cindy. However, he hadn't expected for me to call his bluff in such a confrontational way. Puericil boys don't do well in confrontational situations. They don't have the self-confidence or the aggressiveness for it.

"I don't know what has got into you, but it stops now," I lectured. "You will treat your sister and me with respect. And when I give you an order, you will follow it right away, and without any attitude. I have half a mind to bare your bottom right now and give you a good spanking. I advice you not to give me a reason."

You see, for me, this was easy peasy. Noah may be a year older than me, but I was used to babysitting boys much older than him. For me, he was just a bratty child.

He clearly was not used to eleven-year-old girls talking to him that way, and he was intimidated. (It's easy to intimidate Puericil boys, by the way). He blushed, insecure, taking a step back.

"You wouldn't... you can't..." he mumbled.

"I most certainly can," I informed him with total confidence, "and I will right now, unless you apologize for the way you are behaving."

He blushed even more, clearly unsure of himself. He wanted to be defiant, but he didn't find it in himself. "I... I'm sorry," he said, as Cindy watched as with wide eyes.

"Good," I said. "You will now behave civilly, and obey the orders you are given. Is that clear, little man?"

"Hum... yeah... yes."

After that, he was subdued, and the three of us played nicely some board games they had.

However, when I announced that it was time for his bath, he got difficult again.

"I don't need a bath," he said, whining.

"You certainly do," I responded. "Boys always do. And I intend to bathe you thoroughly, mind."

"What!? No way!" he said, startled.

"Yes way. And I don't want any more nonsense from you."

"You're not bathing me!"

I stood up, grabbed his arm and pulled him up from the sofa.

"You... do... not... say... no... to... me..., young... man..." I said, punctuating each word with a sharp smack on the seat of Noah's pajamas. "I'm... not... used... to... children... disobeying... me..."

He was owwing and jumping, trying to avoid my hand, but I was grabbing his arm firmly and I was too experienced for him to have any chance of getting free.

I stopped smacking, but it was only a brief respite. He panted and rubbed the seat of his pajama trousers, clearly trying not to sob, but I just sat down on a chair, still not letting go of his arm, and I pulled his pajama bottoms down. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

Cindy gaped as I pulled her half-naked elder brother over my lap.

"Children (Smack!) who defy (Smack!) their (Smack!) babysitters (Smack!) are (Smack!) spanked (Smack!) soundly (Smack!) on (Smack!) their (Smack!) bare (Smack!) bottoms." (Smack!) (Smack!) I informed him.

He was kicking his legs, but I held him in place and gave him what he needed. My hand was smarting, but I didn't stop until his bottom was fiery read and he was howling and blubbering like the brat he was.

I stood him up and he grabbed his bare bottom and did a little spanking dance, entertaining his sister and me with the way his peenie bobbed up and down.

"Time for your bath now, little man," I told him, grabbing his arm again after giving him a minute to calm down. "There is more where that came from, so I expect you to be a good boy for me. Cindy, you come too. You're going to help me bathe your brother."

Poor Noah was so overwhelmed that he didn't react to that. He was still blubbering from the spanking. He clumsily tried to pull up his pants, but I just told him to step out of them. "You won't be needing them for a while."

I took the half naked Noah to the bathroom, followed by Cindy, who was still wide-eyed and not as confident as she had been with Benji. Still, it didn't matter.

I finished stripping Noah and had him step into the tub. He was finally realizing that he was naked in front of his sister, and tried to cover his boy bits, but I instructed him not to play with himself and to keep his hands away from his peenie. He was too subdued to disobey.

I bathed him thoroughly, as I had promised. My manner got less stern as he remained compliant. I made sure to handle his peenie and his bottom extensively. I wanted to make a point here: there was nothing private about his body. I also made sure that Cindy handled those parts of his body too, while I instructed her in how to wash his brother. She was already familiar with the procedure, but he didn't know that, and what I actually wanted was for Cindy to assert her dominance over her older brother.

"I don't know what gave you the idea that you don't have to obey girls, Noah, but that ends right now," I told him, more gently now that he was so subdued, as I inspected his peenie to make sure Cindy had washed it properly. "When a girl is in charge of you, you will be obedient. It doesn't matter if she is younger. In fact, that includes your sister, too. From now on, she's in charge of you. You clearly are too immature for anything else."

After his bath, I made Noah remain naked for a while to emphasize that Cindy was in charge and that he didn't have any need to be embarrassed when a girl saw him naked.

The poor boy was weepy, and he ended up accepting affection as I first and then Cindy, held him, leaning against us on the sofa. I smiled as Cindy cuddled him and whispered to him "See? You shouldn't have made a fuss, silly. You getting bathed is no big deal."

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After that babysitting session, Cindy did her job. Soon she informed me proudly that she had taken complete control of her elder brother. She told me that she now stripped him naked whenever she wanted, and her favorite part was stripping him in front of her little friends. "I also give him spankings when he is bad," she beamed. "You were right. It's easy taking charge of Noah, even if he's older."

"Way to go, girl," I grinned. "I never had the slightest doubt you had it in you."

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Days later, I babysat for the Frasers again, and this time I did not have to do much. Cindy delighted in showing me her new-found control over her brother. She insisted on removing Noah's clothes in front of me.

This time, the boy's attitude was much different. He clearly had assumed his new role in the family hierarchy. He let his sister strip him with only mild protests, although clearly he was embarrassed. He tried to cover his bald, immature peenie, only to have Cindy scold him and tell him to remove his hands, which he did, bashfully.

Cindy was in her element, filled with confident, proud of her authority. I was happy to see she was following the suggestions I had made, and never once teased his brother. She treated him like a little boy, and did occasional little gestures to reassure him.

We were commenting about Noah's shyness, and she told me "He's told me he's shy about being naked because he thinks his weenie is too small. What do you think, Ollie?"

I noticed Noah blushing at his sister's words. I looked at his genitals critically.

"It's perfectly normal, Noah," I told him. "It's within the normal range for a boy your age. Besides, that's nothing to be ashamed about. It's like being ashamed because of having small ears. We are all different, and you are a cute boy. You have nothing to be ashamed about."

He looked grateful for my comment, although that did not keep him from being embarrassed.

Cindy bathed him in front of me, and I didn't have to intervene once. She really is an apt student.

(The End)