The Cheek of That Girl!

By Cassie

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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This story is set in the Puericil Universe:

Stirred by growing indiscipline and juvenile delinquency, society has reverted to traditional values. That process is now known as "Conservative Resurgence". Previously unmanageable children have been firmly brought back under adult control. Parental authority has been remarkably strengthened. The same has happened with other authority figures', like teachers, school officials, policemen, ministers and all adults, in general. Children are once again children, not miniature adults, and adults are in charge, it's as simple as that.

There is a big difference in how boys and girls are treated, however. It was noted that almost all teenage delinquency and unruliness was due to boys' misbehaviour, rather than girls'. Boys' school results were also conspicuously poorer. Therefore, social control of boys is much tighter now. They are seen as less mature than girls, by a wide margin, and treated accordingly. They are granted less responsibility, freedom and privacy than girls, because boys do not need it and in fact thrive under stricter control. Unlike girls, they are not allowed access to the internet until they are legally adults, as a way of protecting them. As a result of their very sheltered existence, boys are more naïve and innocent than they used to be

The age of majority is now 21 for boys and 18 for girls.

Puericil is a popular commercial drug, harmless and very cheap. It drastically reduces male children's aggressiveness and makes them much more submissive and compliant, without affecting their intellectual capabilities. Prolonged treatment eliminates or prevents the appearance of body hair in male children, although it will eventually grow again if the treatment is discontinued. Otherwise, it does not affect sexual development. Side effects may include diurnal and/or secondary nocturnal enuresis in some patients.

If you would like to write stories set in this universe, you are eagerly invited to do so. I'm always interested in what other writers create using these ideas, and I'd be happy to host the resulting stories. See the Puericil Submission Guidelines for more details.

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The Cheek of That Girl!

Dramatis Personae
Nathan Parker, 12 year old boy
Cindy Lawton, Nathan’s 8-year-old girl cousin
Pete Lawton, Nathan’s 10-year-old boy cousin
Timmy Lawton, Nathan’s 7-year-old boy cousin
Stephanie Lawton, Nathan’s 13-year-old girl cousin
Katherine Parker, Nathan’s mom
Olivia Lawton, Nathan’s aunt

Nathan and his family were spending three weeks at the beach. It was a nice opportunity for them, since they were not wealthy and usually couldn’t afford long holidays. However, they had been invited by the Lawtons to their holiday house.

Olivia Lawton was Nathan’s aunt. She was his dad’s elder sister. The two families rarely saw each other, as they did not live near, so this was also a chance to strengthen family bonds. And this was only their first day together and their first trip to the beach, so the whole vacation was in front of them.

Nathan made the finishing touches to the sand castle he was building, a look of concentration on his face. He glanced at his younger cousins, who were busy building a system of dams to catch some of the water circulating on the wet sand of the beach, as the tide retreated.

Nathan’s face took a look of distaste as he watched how his cousin Cindy ordered her two brothers around. The eight-year-old girl was incredibly bossy, and this really bugged Nathan, for some reason. “Timmy, rebuild that wall over there. The water’s breaking it. Pete, bring some dry sand with the bucket. We’ll make a snowy mountain here,” she would say, and the boys would run around, doing her bidding unquestioningly.

In some vicarious way, her obvious dominance over her brothers hurt Nathan’s male pride. Maybe it was OK for her to boss Timmy around. At least he was younger than her, even if just by a year. Pete, however, was 10. Two full years older than Cindy. Who died and made her the boss, then?

The three younger kids looked perfectly happy and entertained, though. Pete and Timmy did as their sister told them, never seeming to disagree or want to do things in a different way. Didn’t it bother them, being ordered around like that by a girl? A younger girl, in Pete’s case.

Nathan had opted for building a sand castle by himself. No way was he going to be ordered around by his cousin Cindy.

Actually, what Nathan would have wanted was to take charge himself and be the one to order the younger kids around. It would only be right. He was the eldest, after all. But the truth is that he was kind of intimidated by his young female cousin, although he would not admit it even to himself. It was absurd: Why on Earth should he be intimidated, when he was 4 years older than Cindy? Four years, no less! That’s quite a lot, in terms of childhood ages. However, her bossiness and her take-charge attitude cowed him a little.

A more knowledgeable and insightful observer than Nathan might have been able to explain it to him. Nathan had been taking Puericil, administered by his parents, since he was 8 years old. Puericil made him docile and submissive, to his parents and other adult authority figures, of course, but basically to anyone with enough strength of personality to take charge. Nathan could not be a leader. Leadership requires lots of willpower, and Puericil took that willpower out of him. Nathan unconsciously understood that deficiency in his own character, and that’s why Cindy’s attitude kind of scared and fascinated him at the same time.

Nathan sighed. He hated how girls thought they were so cool and could order boys around. Darn it, Pete, he thought to himself, you’re older than Cindy. Don’t let her boss you around! But he did not dare say it aloud, and he watched helplessly as Cindy gave orders and Pete and Timmy did as she said.

Thankfully, Nathan did not have any sisters himself. He was an only son. He would have liked to have brothers, perhaps, but he was happy he did not have sisters, particularly if they were going to be as overbearing as his cousin Cindy… Or as aloof as Stephanie, who was Cindy, Pete and Timmy’s eldest sister. The thirteen-year-old girl acted like an adult, and seemed to be accepted by the real adults as an equal. But she was just a girl, a kid like the rest, barely a year older than Nathan! However, she acted all high as mighty, as if she were far above the other children. When they got to the beach, Nathan and the other kids had immediately been sent to play on the shore, with strict instructions not to get into the water beyond knee-level without adult supervision. Stephanie, however, had remained with the adults, conversing with them as an equal. Actually, Nathan preferred playing than some boring adult conversation, but it was still not fair! Someone should have asked him whether he too wanted to stay with the adults.

“Kids! It’s time to leave! Come here!” Nathan’s aunt called from the sunshades.

“Awww! Let us play a little longer, please!” Timmy begged.

Then Cindy swatted his bottom!

“Do as mommy says, Timmy!” she scolded firmly in her girlish voice, acting as if swatting the seat of her brother’s speedo was the most natural thing in the world for her to do, even if she was only a year older than him. The cheek of that girl! Nathan thought. And their mother had seen it, and she didn’t say a word!

Timmy pouted and rubbed his behind, but did as he was told, running towards his mother. Pete followed him.

“You too, Nathan. Run along!” Cindy told him, pointing towards her mother. The cheek of that girl!

Nathan automatically stood and ran after his male cousins towards the adults. Not because Cindy had told him, mind you! He ran there just because his aunt was calling. Nathan had been taught to obey adults, but certainly not eight-year-old girls who for some inscrutable reason thought they were in charge!

“Look at you!” Nathan’s aunt said cheerfully as she surveyed the four kids in front of her, three boys and a too-bossy girl. “After all that playing you are covered in sand from head to bottom. You’ll need to wash the sand away before getting in the van,” she added, pointing at the outdoor showers by the exit path of the beach.

The rest of the adults, who were gathering their belongings in order to leave, also looked at them and smiled. The children were indeed wet from the sea water and covered in sand. The adults –Nathan’s parents and his aunt and uncle- looked in fond amusement at their appearance. The pretend-adult, Stephanie, looked directly at Nathan with a look of disdainful superiority, as if saying ‘I’m a young adult, and you are just a silly kid who is all dirty from playing.’ Nathan looked down, pouting.

“Come on, go ahead. To the showers with you. We’ll be there in a moment. Cindy, make sure the boys get clean,” Nathan’s aunt said.

What on Earth did she mean by that? Make sure the boys were clean! As if they needed an eight-year-old girl to make sure they were clean, Nathan thought, appalled at his aunt’s silliness. Maybe Cindy was so bossy that the adults themselves had got the deluded belief that she was in charge of them boys.

There were only two shower heads, but they were not being used, since it was still early and most people were not leaving the beach yet.

“Pete, you get that shower. Timmy, come with me to this one. Nathan, you wait,” Cindy said matter-of-factly.

Nathan was left open-mouthed. The cheek of that girl! Who did she think she was, ordering him around? But before he could react the two younger boys had already done as she said, so Nathan had no option but to wait, thus doing what she said too. Still, there was no way he was going to obey an eight-year-old girl!

He watched as Cindy washed her younger brother. She was only a year older and not much bigger than Timmy, but she sure acted like she was in charge, manhandling him, washing his hair, then making him turn and raise his arms to wash under them… And then she grabbed his little swimming-suit and pulled it down. Just like that!

Nathan huffed, not believing what he was seeing.

Instead of shouting and pulling his swimming-suit up, Timmy just let her do! A seven-year-old boy being stripped naked, in public, by a girl only one year older than him!

Undaunted, Cindy kept washing her brother, now concentrating on his private areas. With her right hand, she washed his little penis. And, instead of pushing her away, Timmy let her touch his weenie! And touch it she did! She rubbed the whole area thoroughly and then slipped her fingers along Timmy’s little weenie several times. The boy actually projected his pelvis forward, as if helping her. Then she turned him around and washed his bottom! Nathan had seen toddlers treated that way, but Timmy was seven, for goodness sake! He was not a mindless baby!

“OK, you’re done,” Cindy said. “Pete, come here. No, Timmy, don’t pull up your suit. Wait till mommy dries you.”

Timmy just stood there by the shower, his swimming-suit around his ankles, absent-mindedly grabbing his penis the way naked little boys sometime do, as if he had not just gone through an incredibly humiliating experience, as if what had happened were normal! And there were other people near them, watching!

Meanwhile, Cindy was checking how clean his 10-year-old brother Pete was, washing away some sand the boy had missed. Then she slipped her fingers inside his swimming-suit and lowered it, just as she had done with Timmy’s! Pete’s weenie, not much longer but rather thicker than Timmy’s, was uncovered in front of God and everyone!

The smaller girl matter-of-factly washed her elder brother’s midsection. This time he washed his bottom first, as thoroughly as she had done with Timmy’s, passing her hand several times between his cheeks to get rid of any sand there. Then she turned him around and, still not saying anything, she proceeded to wash his penis.

First she passed her hand several time over her brother’s genitals, making his weenie and his testicles jiggle, then she slipped her fingers along his weenie several times.

By then, there was a small group of children of both sexes around the showers, openly watching. The adults arrived at that moment.

“What about Nathan?” Aunt Olivia asked.

“Nathan! Why aren’t you under that shower? Don’t you see it’s free?” Cindy asked.

“Eh?” Nathan was startled out of his shocked reverie.

“Never mind that. Come here,” Cindy said. “Pete, mommy will dry you. Go with her. You too, Timmy.”

Nathan, completely dazzled by then, didn’t know what else to do and went towards Cindy. Later that night, of course, he would berate himself for obeying that command. He should had gone to the other shower and asserted himself! But the little girl’s order had been given with so much authority that it seemed unconceivable not to obey it. Besides, Nathan was almost in shock at his cousins’ public disrobing, and he was not thinking right.

“Naughty boy! Now everyone is waiting because of you!” Cindy scolded him loudly.

This was just ridiculous! Nathan wanted to put her in her place, but he did not see how. He did not seem to have the same strength of will as this little terror.

“Boys!” she was saying. “Always daydreaming.”

Someone chuckled in the crowd.

“Bent down, so that I can wash your hair,” Cindy demanded.

Nathan did so. He did not see what else he could do without causing a scene. The adults were watching, smiling approvingly, and Nathan seemed to be mentally blocked.

Then, without warning, Cindy grabbed his swimming-suit and pulled it down!

Somehow, in spite of everything that had happened, Nathan had not dreamed that this would happen to him! Timmy was only seven, even younger than Cindy. Pete… well, Pete was older than her, but he was only ten. And now here he was, Nathan Parker, twelve years old and just stripped in public by an eight-year-old girl!

He blushed in seven shades of red. His face was burning. He wanted to disappear. He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him, but none of those things happened. He was struggling for breath, with a sense of unreality, unable to react.

He felt Cindy wash his bottom. Then she grabbed his arm, turned him around, and proceeded to wash his own weenie. He had a good-sized weenie for his age, but now it was a bit shrunk by the cold water and the sheer horror of the situation. At that moment, with Cindy’s hand on his weenie, Nathan’s eyes happened to fix on Stephanie’s. The older girl looked so smug, staring at him with a smirk full of derision. He looked down in utter shame and disgrace. Then, to his horror, he felt his weenie stiffening in Cindy’s hand.

He heard some laughter and comments from the kids who were watching.

“Well, don’t stand there with your mouth open,” Cindy said. “Go with my mom so that she can get you dry.”

She slapped his bare bottom with her open hand to send him on his way.

Nathan didn’t even know how he managed to walk towards his aunt. He still had an erection waving in front of him and his swimming-suit around his ankles, so he just waddled, not even thinking of trying to pull it up or at least take it off so that he wouldn’t look so ridiculous trying to walk. The adults looked at him, grinning warmly as if it was just the cutest thing ever, while the watching kids found it hilarious.

“Look! He has a stiffy!” one of them snickered.

His aunt engulfed him in a towel and dried him off, while Cindy washed herself. Of course, the girl did not take her own swimming-suit off like she had done with her brothers’ and with Nathan’s, the boy noticed, still in a fog of shame, trying to hide himself inside the towel.

Finally he was allowed to replace his swimming-suit. The adults washed the sand from their feet and they all left the beach, Nathan overwhelmed with utter shame and embarrassment.

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That evening, the boys and Cindy were playing a board game.

“It’s time for your bath,” Nathan’s aunt suddenly announced. “Boys, the three of you can get into the tub together!”

“I… I… I can take a shower by myself,” Nathan announced, alarmed.

“Do you let him wash himself, Katherine?” Nathan’s aunt asked Nathan’s mom, as if the very idea was ludicrous.

“Well, yes, he’s quite good about washing himself,” his mom said defensively.

“Oh, well, never mind. Let’s get the three of them bathed together anyway. It will be faster that way. Do you want to help?”

Nathan gasped at how his aunt assumed that craziness would be even remotely OK. Surely his mom would put a stop to this folly. Surely she would tell his aunt that he was way too old to be bathed!

“Sure!” his mother said. “Come on, Nathan. We’ll give you a bath along with your cousins.”

“Timmy! Pete! You come along too! It’s your bathtime!” Nathan’s aunt said. “Come on boys, you too, Nathan, into the bathroom. Get your clothes off. Stephanie, do you want to help?”

Nathan’s heart almost stopped. Stephanie, help? With his bath? Oh, no!

Stephanie looked directly at Nathan’s eyes and she smiled that smug, superior smile of hers.

“Nah, let Cindy help. I’ll just help dad get dinner ready,” she said, still looking at Nathan’s eyes and smiling. It was a supremely disdainful smile, one that seemed to say “you’re such a little boy that the chance of seeing you naked again is not even worth the bother. Let Cindy see you all nakey and help with your bath, you are at her level, not at mine.”

Nothing had been said, but Nathan somehow understood the message, and he was even more belittled and humiliated than if Stephanie had been bathing him. He no longer could think of her as a girl just one year older than himself. She was essentially an adult, and he was just a silly little boy who no one thinks twice of stripping at the beach showers, and who was given a bath along with the other little boys of the house.

The three boys were shepherded into the bathroom, accompanied by Nathan’s mom, his aunt and Cindy. When ordered to strip off, Nathan didn’t want to do it.

“Mom. It’s not fair. I don’t wanna take my clothes off in front of everybody! I can take a bath later.”

SPANK! Cindy’s hand connected with the seat of Nathan’s shorts surprisingly hard. It hurt! Nathan yelped in surprise and grabbed his bottom.

“Nathan Parker!” Cindy roared. “When an adult gives you an order you obey! Do you want me to give you a spanking?”

The two adult women had to contain their smiles at the little girl’s surprising ferocity. Nathan found it unexpected and intimidating. Who could have said an eight-year-old girl could be so fierce, or spank so hard!

“No,” Nathan mumbled.

The fact is that boys who take Puericil are easy to intimidate. Even a much younger girl can do it, if she is determined enough.

“Then get your clothes off right now, mister! Here, let me help you.”

As Cindy stripped his elder cousin bare bum naked, and Pete and Timmy stripped on their own, the two women smiled at each other.

“She really is mother’s little helper,” Nathan’s mom commented.

“Yes, she is a lot of help with the boys. She’s very good at handling them.”

“And she’s really mature.”

“True. She’s much more mature her brothers, of course.”

“And she’s much more mature than Nathan, too.”

Soon, three naked boys were in the tub.

You should know that bathtubs in this period tended to be larger than a typical beginning-of-the-21^st-century bathtub. One would be tempted to think that people demanded large bathtubs because they made it easier to bathe older boys, or even bathe several boys at the same time, but the fact is that more spacious bathtubs became a fashion even before the Conservative Resurgence started. It had to do with a tendency to move away from the big cities, since the new communication technologies made it less necessary to concentrate workers in the same place, and the subsequent increase in the size of flats and houses.

In any case, the end result is that most bathtubs were large, and the one at the Lawtons’ was roomy enough to place three naked boys between seven and twelve years of age.

“With the three of us we’ll have them nice and bathed in a moment,” Nathan’s aunt said. “Let’s wash a boy, each of us.”

So Nathan’s mom started washing Pete, and Nathan’s aunt started washing Timmy. They seemed to have implicitly agreed to leave Nathan to Cindy.

The young girl did not hesitate. She made sure Nathan was wet all over and then she soaped him thoroughly.

When she got to Nathan’s weenie, the boy pushed her hands aside.

“No, I can do that myself,” he said, trying to sound commanding, but actually sounding weepy.

Cindy slapped his thigh soundly!

“Don’t be silly, Nathan Parker! Boys are not allowed to wash their own weenies. They can’t be trusted to do a good job of it. I will wash your weenie.”

Said and done, she proceeded to do just that, while a sniffling Nathan rubbed his sore thigh, which sported a small red handprint.

Cindy was an efficient bather of boys. Her little hands seemed to be everywhere. She spent a good amount of time washing Nathan penis, till he developed another stiffy. She also washed his ears meticulously, and his bottom received more than its share of attention. She even did a thorough job of washing around his anus, much to Nathan’s discomfort and the adult women’s amusement. She ended by inserting a bit of her soapy finger and turning it around!

By then Nathan was defeated and unresisting. She may be eight and he twelve, but she had completely asserted her will over his.

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That night, as he lay in bed in the room he shared with Timmy and Pete, Nathan was fuming with shame and humiliation. As if the rest of things that had happened that day were not enough, now the three boys had been put to bed before Cindy. He, a 12-year-old boy, had an earlier bedtime than his 8-year-old girl cousin, and no one seemed to find anything wrong with that.

“Is she always like that?” he whispered with grudging awe.

“Who?” Timmy asked with a sleepy voice.

“Cindy. Is she always so bossy?”

“Yeah, always,” Pete said.

“Why does she get away with it?” Nathan asked in despair. “I mean, look at you. You’re older than her, Pete. I’m four years older than her. Why does she get to order us around, and give us baths? It’s not fair!”

“Well, she’s a girl,” ten-year-old Pete said judiciously. “Girls are in charge. They are more mature than us, or something. Didn’t you know that?”

The End

What happened next, you say? Well, let’s see…

The following day, as the adults chatted under the sunshades and the kids played and built sand castles. Cindy bossed her elder cousin around, just like she did her own brothers. “Build some battlements on that tower, Nathan,” she would say, and Nathan would obey. Two of the boys were older than her, but she was the undisputed leader of their little group of playmates. What she said, the boys did.

Boys who take Puericil, after all, are docile and submissive. It’s just natural for them to submit to authority figures.

Each and every day of his three-week vacation, Nathan was publicly stripped at the outdoor showers. He would try to wash all the sand himself, but Cindy always ended up pulling down his swimming-suit and washing his weenie and his bottom. Many people saw it all. They saw all his private parts, and they saw how a girl four years younger than him stripped him naked and washed him. Nathan was always mortified, and he wanted to put an end to it, but he never found the way, nor the will to put up more than token resistance. The adults all seemed to regard it as very cute.

Every evening, Nathan was bathed along with his boy cousins. Cindy was always there, helping with their bath. Stephanie helped some days. She never missed an occasion to refer to them as “the little kids”.

Cindy always bossed him around as much as she did her brothers. The girl, Nathan thought, had the heart of an army sergeant. If anyone had told him a month earlier that he would be doing everything an eight-year-old girl told him to do he wouldn’t have believed it. Of course, he wouldn’t have believed that the same eight-year-old girl would be stripping him and bathing him, either!

One of the last days of their vacation, it was Stephanie’s birthday. One of the presents she got was a high-quality camera. She was so happy with it that she insisted on documenting the whole day, taking the camera with her even to the beach and taking lots of pictures. They included snapshots of Nathan, Pete and Timmy stripped at the beach showers, and also of them getting their bath at home. As much as Nathan protested, everyone told him to shut up and to let Stephanie enjoy her present. Nathan’s parents were given a copy of that collection of pictures, and they keep it as a remembrance of a wonderful family holiday, much to Nathan’s dismay. In many of the high-resolution pictures you can very clearly see his bare bottom and his weenie. There are even some of Cindy washing his penis, which are particularly cute according to everyone but Nathan. His parents have the habit of showing these pictures to all their acquaintances.

The End (2)

You still want to know what happened afterwards?? Oh, fine...

If Nathan believed that when they returned home everything would go back to normal, he was sorely mistaken.

When they came back from that holiday, Nathan’s mother had reached the conclusion that his son was much more immature than she had imagined. She knew that boys were immature, sure, but seeing first-hand the large gap in maturity between her 12-year-old son and her 8-year-old niece (and not precisely in her son’s favor) had opened her eyes to the extent of that immaturity. She decided that some changes were in order.

One of those changes was her pronouncement that Nathan was not old enough to wash himself after all. She started bathing him every night before sending him to bed.

Another change was that Nathan was no longer trusted to be alone at home, so babysitters were hired when his parents went out on Friday nights. His mom did not hesitate to hire girls his own age or even younger for that job. After all, she had seen how well an eight-year-old girl could handle Nathan. Those babysitters were asked to give Nathan his bath and put him to bed when his bedtime came. They were also given full permission to spank his bare bottom if discipline was necessary. Many of the babysitters, particularly the younger ones, exercised that privilege often.

Nathan is now seventeen years old, and his mom still bathes him daily, much to Nathan’s chagrin. However, she has found that she enjoys the intimacy of washing her naked son from head to toe. She does not intend to end that practice any time soon.

The End (3)

What, you are still here? And you still want to know what happens next? Jeez, you ask too much. I can’t see what’s in the future, can I?

Well, no, I’m no fortuneteller. But perhaps I can make an educated guess.

Let’s see. I should probably give you some more background. I think I mentioned that Nathan is 17 now, but I didn’t tell you that his current babysitter is a 12-year-old girl named Samantha, although everybody calls her Sammie.

Sammie is a very strong-willed girl and the Parkers are quite happy with her services and reliability, so they see no need to change. Well, not all the Parkers. Nathan thinks he is too old for babysitters, but no one asked his opinion, anyway.

I should also tell you that, physically, Sammie bears a strong resemblance to Cindy Lawton, Nathan’s young cousin. Consciously, Nathan has not made the connection, but in an instinctive manner he certainly has.

Let’s see what happened just last Friday…

Katherine Parker was bathing her son Nathan. The 17-year-old boy was half soaped and naked like the day he was born in the tub. Hairless except for the top of his head (and his brows and eyelashes), the teenage boy looked much younger than his actual age.

The bathroom door was open. Katherine always left it opened when she was bathing Nathan. She saw no reason not to do so.

Then, in came Sammie. She was wearing her cap backwards. At twelve, Sammie still retained part of her tomboyish image, although the growth of her budding breast was starting to be evident.

“Hi, Mrs. Parker!” she said. “Hi, Nathan!”

“Oh, hi, Sammie!” the woman said. “I’m glad you could come a bit earlier. How did your match go?”

“Fine, we won, and it ended earlier than I had expected. I came right away, hoping to save you the work of bathing Nathan... But I see you already started.”

“Yes, but I’m very glad you are here. I’m already running a bit late, so you can take over from here. Thanks, honey, you are a darling.”

Sammie smiled brightly at her. Katherine kissed her cheek and left, leaving Nathan and Sammie alone.

Sammie grinned at the naked teenager.

“Well, Nathan, I see you are all wet and soapy. I’m glad I was in time to give my favorite boy a good bath.”

Nathan was covering his midsection with his hands. Sammie always made him feel like such a little boy, with her self-assurance and her easy take-charge manner.

“Oh, please, Sammie, let me wash myself this time, OK?” he begged.

Sammie’s grin widened.

“No way, Nathan. Your parents pay me to be your babysitter and they expect me to do my job. That includes bathing you. But even if I didn’t get paid, I’d be happy to do it just the same. I like seeing you all nakey-nakey.”

Nathan blushed. That girl sometimes showed such a brutal frankness.

“Which reminds me,” Sammie was saying, “hands away from your weenie, young man, if you don’t want a paddling on your bare hiney! You know you are not allowed to play with yourself in public.”

“I was not playing with myself!” Nathan mumbled mutinously, although he removed his hands. Sammie was perfectly capable of carrying out her threat.

“You were not?” Sammie asked in a much more pleasant tone. “What were you doing then? Huh? Answer me, Nathan. Were you trying to hide your weenie from me?”

“Ah… I… You shouldn’t be seeing it. It’s not fair. I’m much older than you.”

“So? What does that have to do with anything? Of course I should see your weenie, silly. How can I wash it if I didn’t? Besides, I like seeing it. Of all the boys I babysit, you have the nicest weenie. That’s normal, I guess, ‘cause you are the oldest one. The next older is just 14.”

She sat down on a stool by the tub, grabbed Nathan’s penis, which was at her eye level, and started inspecting it carefully.

“Sammie,” Nathan whined.

She let go of his penis and smiled at him.

“What? I told you I like looking at your weenie. Now, let’s wash it.”

“Mom already did.”

“Never mind. I’ll just wash it again. We want to make sure it’s clean, don’t we? Your pee comes out of it, after all, and you play with it all the time. Yes, don’t think I don’t know that. All boys do. You boys are so dirty,” she said fondly.

Nathan stammered, trying to negate it, and blushed. She always confounded him with her straightforwardness.

Sammie laughed. “Yes, you do play with it all the time. You’re such a lousy liar. I should paddle your bottie for you.”

Sammie soaped her hands, and tried to grab Nathan’s weenie again, but the teenager took a step back.

“Ah… let me wash it myself, please,” he pled.

“Boys are not allowed to wash their own weenies. They can’t be trusted to do a good job of it,” Sammie told him.

Suddenly Nathan remembered his cousin Cindy saying something quite similar, with exactly the same smug tone of voice. In spite of his embarrassment (or perhaps in part because of it?) his penis suddenly jerked up, becoming erect, as if it had a mind of its own.

“Look!” Sammie laughed, “little Nate is happy to see me! No! Keep your hands away from your weenie, young man! Don’t you dare cover yourself.”

Nathan blushed but left his hands by his sides. He hated it when Sammie called his weenie ‘little Nate,’ but what could a boy do in this situation? Babysitters were in charge.

Sammie grabbed his erection and started soaping it, exploring with her hands every part of his hard penis and bobbing testicles. As she held his genitals in her hands and massaged them gently, her eyes took a faraway expression, as if she were lost in her own thoughts.

“Sammie,” Nathan whined after a while. “It’s clean already.”

Sammie slapped his bare bottom.

“Shut up, Nathan. I’ll wash your weenie as much as I deem necessary.”

Sammie, softly soaping Nathan’s very erect penis, went back to her daydreams. She had such a crush on Nathan. Seventeen or not, he was just a dumb, silly boy, of course, but then all boys were dumb and silly, and Nathan was so cute, with that black hair and green eyes, and that sweet smile. Even when he was silly, he was silly in a cute manner.

Someday, Sammie thought, she would marry Nathan. Theirs would not be an equal relationship, of course. She would be the one in charge. Sammie would not have it any other way. Girls are just more intelligent and mature than boys, so their relationship shouldn’t be equal. Sammie was an avid reader of feminist literature, and she knew that there was a Puericil brand for male adults too. That’s what Nathan would take when they were married, she decided. They would have sex often, and before each time, Sammie would paddle Nathan’s bare bottom. In her feminist readings, she had read that practice suggested as a way of reminding men of who was in charge in the relationship, so that they would be aware of it even when they were engaged in intercourse. If these reading materials seem excessively graphic for a young girl, take into account that girls at that time were allowed to mature faster, and to read advanced material if they so wished. It was very different from boys, who were strongly sheltered and remained quite naïve in sexual matters.

Now that she thought of it, Sammie decided she would paddle Nathan’s bare bottom today. Then she would place him in the corner, showing off his red bottom. Boys were so silly that she knew she would have no problem finding an excuse, and she loved having him bare bottomed over her knees, making him cry like a baby. It gave her such a rush of power, having Nathan, a boy in his late teens, so defenseless and at her mercy, even though she wasn't even a teenager. She was so glad she was a girl, instead of a silly, powerless boy like Nathan (even if he was so really cute!).

Sammie sighed contentedly. When they got married, Nathan and her would have many children, she decided, and the girls would be allowed to be in charge of the boys from an early age. Of course, she would bathe her sons just like she was bathing Nathan now, no matter how old they were, for as long as they lived under her roof, probably, and her daughters would help bathe their brothers…

Would Sammie’s musings come to pass? Who knows? They were still children, and they were six years away from marriage, at the very least. Much can change in that time. For now, Nathan has a crush on her, somewhat influenced by the deep impression his cousin Cindy Lawton made on him when he was 12. He unconsciously measures girls by that standard, and Sammie measures up. Sammie has a crush on him too. That may change, but for now she does, and what Sammie wants, Sammie usually gets.

The End (this time for real!)

(The End)