By SubstituteWriter
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Copyright 2025 by SubstituteWriter, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
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My unusual weekend
(Follows “My Unusual Summer” and shows Joan’s dominance over Jack.)
“As you know, my parents and I are going away this weekend and I’ve
decided you’ll need a babysitter,” said my 15-year-old girlfriend
Diane, who, like me, attends high school in River Gulch, Texas.
But this was August, a week before school began. Diane was going to be
a sophomore. I was going to be a senior. So, you might be wondering why
a girl two years younger than myself is deciding I need a babysitter.
To be honest, I’m still not sure myself.
I spent all of July
going through intensive training on a ranch after committing to a
female-led relationship, something Diane and her extended family
preached. I figured I could try it. I mean, what’s the worst that could
happen?
“Jack!” Diane’s stern voice brought me back to reality.
“I’m sorry Ma’am, I didn’t hear you.”
Diane held up one finger, meaning I just earned a punishment. “You’re
going to spend this weekend at my house and will obey Joan, who will be
in charge. Understood?”
“Yes Ma’am, I understand. I will obey Joan at all times.”
Joan is Diane’s 12-year sister and she’s been in charge of me before.
She was my “trainer” at the ranch and we actually developed a strong
bond, though not sexually.
It was like playing football for
coach at high school. Coach got us all moving in the same direction,
going for the same goal. That’s what Joan and I had in July. She’s a
natural leader and I had a deep respect for her and felt we were on the
same page.
It may not have looked like it, but I saw her as my
captain and I needed to follow her to accomplish certain goals. Sure, I
was naked the whole time but it was more about cooperation than
anything.
Joan did express romantic feelings toward me but
we’ve worked that out and we have an understanding. I told her what we
had was special apart from me and Diane and that I would do anything
for her.
Diane dictated our relationship and I was dedicated to following her lead. She led and I followed.
And so, I reported for duty at 9 o’clock Saturday morning as ordered.
Joan allowed me to step inside, reminded me of who was in charge. She
emphasized that by telling me to remove my clothing and stand at
attention.
Pure embarrassment overtook me, though I dared not
delay. This was different. It was just me and her. At the ranch, there
were a total of 12 women and girls around. I removed my clothing as
quickly as I could and stood at attention.
I felt shame and
vulnerable all over again. I never got used to being naked in front of
any of the girls but this was even worse. I was voluntarily submitting
myself to a girl five years my junior and I willfully turned all my
power over to her. I trusted her fully.
As I stood there, I watched Joan gather up my clothing and lock it away in the front closet. She put the key on her necklace.
Joan then inspected me, circling around, slapping my rear end along the way.
“I see you have kept yourself in good shape Jack. That’s commendable,”
she said. “And I like this (flicking at my hard-on) much better out of
its cage. I do hope I won’t need to lock you up this weekend.”
“No ma’am!”
“I think you’ll need to address me as Miss Joan from now on Jack. I need you to be a good boy.”
Those words sent a streak of hot tingles up my spine, turning my skin redder than ever.
Joan’s eyes met mine and they were sparkling. My vulnerability hit even
harder. I realized I was now at her beck and call the whole weekend. I
felt like a little kid.
Joan sat me on the floor next to the
couch, where she was sitting. We talked, mostly about the time at the
ranch, and the upcoming school year. Yeah, I looked forward to being a
senior and she looked forward to being in seventh grade.
We began chatting like old friends when I heard some rustling outside the front door just before the doorbell rang.
“Oh gosh, I wonder who that is?” Joan asked. “You better go answer the door Jack.”
“Uhmm, Miss Joan, I can’t answer the door like this,” I replied.
“Jack, you not only can answer the door, you WILL answer it. That is an order, young man.”
The bell rang again before I could get up. I answered it, hiding myself
behind the door. It was Becky and Stacie, Joan’s 12-year-old cousins
who were also at the ranch.
“You’re shy all of a sudden,” Becky giggled. “What’s the matter? As if I didn’t know.”
They stepped into the front room and I quickly closed the door before facing them, at attention.
“Good boy,” said Becky, patting my butt.
“Hi Jack, you look so cute like that,” Stacie added, also patting my behind.
The three girls went into the kitchen. I was told to stay where I was. I heard a lot of laughing over the next several minutes.
By the time they returned to the living room, it was past lunchtime.
The girls made sandwiches, brought chips and fruit drinks and we sat
around the table eating.
That is, they sat at the table, I had
to stay on the floor and I was not allowed to use my hands so I had to
make my way to each of them for food and drinks. They bent over to drop
bits of sandwiches and chips into my mouth.
How can three
12-year-old girls command a 17-year-old boy? Easy, Joan was my
babysitter and I had to obey her. It was so humiliating, even as my
penis grew harder and harder.
After lunch, the girls cleared
the table and put things away. Joan used a wet cloth to wash my face.
She planted a kiss on my forehead and said “good boy.”
There’s that tingly feeling again, to which I have become somewhat addicted.
She took my hand and gestured me to stand up. Then she led me into the
family playroom while Becky and Stacie followed, watching my butt.
There was a table in the middle of the room and the girls helped get on it. They had me lying on my back, legs and arms spread.
“We’re going to play ‘Doctor’ and will be giving you an examination,”
Joan explained. “You’ve been put under so you’re not allowed to move or
say anything, no matter what.”
Becky started at my toes,
poking at each digit, moving them back and forth. She ran her hand from
ankle to knee and then up the thigh. Her hand felt good and my body
reacted with goosebumps and shivers.
Meanwhile, Stacie was
playing with my hair, and expanded her examination to the ears, the
neck, arms and face. Her finger traced over my lips, creating an
electric effect and assuring my boner stood straight up.
I
felt a combination of just about every emotion possible all at once,
with the fact that these 12-year-olds were responsible for it the most
humiliating.
Joan started with my nipples, worked down to the
stomach and then to my groin area. She grabbed my penis and held it for
several seconds. With her other hand she explored my balls.
She ordered me to raise my head and look into her eyes as she began
stroking the penis. I was more scared than anything, looking into a
pair of eyes that were full of confidence and a sense of her own
self-worth. I was desperate to find a hole to hide in.
I
stared into those eyes until I could no longer hold back and issued a
geyser of sperm, which flew up at least seven feet before gravity
insisted it land all over me. She broke off eye contact to start
laughing and looking at her friends, also giddy with satisfaction.
Joan stopped stroking the moment of the first eruption and I struggled
to regain my composure. After the first burst, a continuing flow of
sperm came out and slid down the shaft.
Joan told me to stay
where I was while they went up to her room. They had recorded the
entire incident and were editing it on Joan’s computer. They told me
about it later and pretended they were going to show it to friends at
school.
As far as I know, only three copies exist and no one
other than those involved ever saw it. I’ve worried about it at times
but I have to trust Joan.
Besides, it was just the beginning of an unusual weekend.
End of Part I
My Unusual Weekend Part II
(Another lesson about female dominance for Jack)
I was still on the table when it came time for dinner. The girls had
ordered pizza (Thankfully I did not have to answer the door) and
decided to eat in the playroom. I served as a centerpiece and as a
napkin. They wiped their greasy fingers all over me.
I lay
there naked, thinking about how intense it was staring into Joan’s eyes
while she controlled me with my pecker, which couldn’t help but grow
again. The girls thought it was funny how even wiping their fingers on
me made it jump to attention but it was really the intensity of those
eyes searing right through me.
I felt weak and helpless and
knew as my trainer, Joan could ask me to do anything and I would humbly
obey. I wondered what Diane would make of that. She gave her little
sister full authority over me as a demonstration of feminine power. I
was certainly addicted to it and felt so vulnerable in Diane’s presence.
Lying on the table without any clothing in front of three 12-year-old
girls made me feel like a little boy who had to obey his babysitter.
Joan kept sticking her finger in my ear, getting a reaction out of me.
She laughed every time and asked how I liked it. I told her it was
awesome in a sort of satirical way and that wasn’t lost on her.
“Well. my good boy, we still have things planned for you after dinner.
We’re going to have a small party and prepare you for when you see
Diane again.”
Joan stood up, motioned for Becky and Stacie to join her. She told me to stay, tapped me on the nose and left me there … again.
I started to wonder about what my life would be like if Diane and I
actually got married. Would things like this become commonplace? Would
it mean going to the ranch every summer? It would definitely mean not
having a say in things.
Marriage, or anything like that, was
far into the future. I suppose I’m just getting an education for now. I
mean, I felt totally humbled in these girls’ presence and actually
wanted to obey them. It actually gave me a sense of freedom. I didn’t
have to make decisions. But would I always feel this small, this
helpless, this vulnerable?
After speaking to Diane and asking
her permission, I wanted to know how Joan, Becky and Stacie felt about
all this, if they gave me permission too.
The girls reentered
the room, bringing with them some towels and three bowls of warm water.
Right behind them came Tess and Leslie, the 15-year-old sisters of
Becky and Stacie.
Their presence made me blush the deepest
red, I was so embarrassed that they saw me like this. I closed my eyes,
hoping I was invisible.
“Ahh, how cute,” said Tess. “You look
so embarrassed and we’ve all seen you naked plenty of times already.
You’re not turning shy, are you?”
I opened my eyes slightly to see four younger girls laughing at my predicament. I wanted to hide.
Since I could only look up at them, it occurred to me they might think
of me as a baby or a little brother. Yep, just one happy family.
“I’m going to tell you what is happening,” Leslie said. “As you know, a
lot of the summer was taken up with female domination lessons.
Everything we are about to do was taught to us by our mothers and
aunts. I think you might enjoy yourself. After all, you’re getting
personal attention from all of us. It’s to let you understand that we
are in charge.
She picked up a thrown-away razor blade and showed it to me. Tess showed me the tube of saving cream.
“Originally you were going to lose all the hair on your body, including
from your head and eye lashes,” Leslie said. “But we determined your
hair might not grown back in time for the start of school, so we’ll
delay the full treatment until later.”
Of course, it dawned on
me what was going to happen. I was going to lose a lot of my body hair.
I felt uneasy about it all but knew better than to make a fuss. I
surrendered to the situation, although my penis was still at full
attention.
“Boy, you must really enjoy having girls rule over
you,” Tess said. “Just look at that thing standing so tall. I love
seeing it but I don’t like the fact that you think you can still
control this thing.” She grabbed my pecker and gave it a sharp whack.
Tess instructed Joan, Becky and Stacie to put towels underneath me.
Meanwhile, Leslie squeezed out a dollop of saving cream and began
rubbing it between her hands. She started working the cream into my
pubic hair, making it all nice and foamy.
I dreaded what was
about to happen but knew I had no choice in the matter. I promised
Diane I would accept anything the girls wanted to do. I had to remain
faithful to my oaths. Besides, it didn’t feel bad. It was like shaving
my face.
Leslie continued down my legs, making them hairless
and smooth. Tess was already wiping off the excess cream and was
applying soothing lotions to my aggravated skin.
Joan, Becky
and Stacie were mesmerized by the whole thing. They kept feeling the
softness of my skin after their sisters/cousins were finished. I felt
completely submissive and kept wondering why it felt so good.
Imagine how pale I looked with no hair on my legs, my arms and my
armpits. It was worse with my penis, which seemed like some harmless
blob of skin. The area looked so weird, shining because of the lotions
and kept hard because of the constant rubbing.
I felt ashamed
and maintained a blush of red for the rest of the weekend. The four
girls were so happy I couldn’t deny them anything. All I knew was I
lived through the most unusual weekend ever.
End of story